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A Change of Direction
Part 7
by Tigger Copyright 1997, all rights reserved.

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A Change of Direction
Chapter 13

It was a quieter, more introspective Jacqui who ruthlessly
drilled her friend on calculus differentials and derivatives
the next day.  Bronwyn had not carried through on her threats
of the previous night when the familiar ponytail had
reappeared after Jacqui's morning shower.  When the pair took
a break to walk to the store for some things Laurie needed for
dinner, Bronwyn let her friend brood in peace.  Bronwyn was
tired of hearing Bonnie's chatter, too, and even more tired of
having to think of things to chatter about.

When they returned, Jacqui surprised her Mother by giving her
a pecking kiss on the cheek along with the groceries.  Then
she hustled a resigned Bonnie back off to the library for more
calculus work.  

Around four p.m., Jacqui called a halt for the day, much to
Bronwyn's undisguised relief.  The two went up to the bedroom
and cleaned up for dinner.  Bronwyn nearly cheered when Jacqui
took down her hair and tried for a facsimile of what Bonnie
had done for her the night before.  Jacqui did not ask for
help, and so, Bronwyn elected not to offer any.  Then she
added just a touch of lipstick, applying it with such care and
intensity that Bronwyn had to go into the bathroom to keep
from laughing and ruining everything she'd worked for.

Dinner was a quieter affair than the previous evening's had
been.  Laurie and Bronwyn let Jacqui set the tone, and she was
too distracted to contribute much in the way of conversation. 
If, from time to time, the other two women glimpsed the
Transformed Woman staring intently at her Mother, they did not
remark upon it.  Bronwyn had set the stage for the internal
battle that Jacqui was fighting, but the battle had to be
fought alone.  They could hope that she would come to accept
what had happened to her and forgive her Mother for her part
in it, but only Jacqui could make that decision.  They had,
rightly or wrongly, made the first decision to Transform Jack
into Jacqui, and now, Jacqui had to live with the effects of
that decision.  Laurie, Bronwyn and the entire Sisterhood
would now have to live with the ramifications of the decisions
that Jacqui would have to make for herself.

Bonnie sent Jacqui upstairs to bathe after the dinner dishes
were done, giving her first crack at the tub.  Once she was
out of hearing range, Bronwyn turned to Laurie.  "I couldn't
get her out of the room last night once I had her dolled up. 
She confided in me sooner than I thought she would and then
she broke down under the emotion."

Laurie started to say something, then looked away.  She did
not want to see the pity in Bronwyn's eyes.  "Does....does she
hate me?"

The answering hug was fierce.  "She is hurt, luv, but she
loves you very much.  That is why she wants to hate you,
because the love made the hurt worse." Bronwyn wanted to ease
her friend's pain at Laurie still saw as "her failure".  "At
least we really only lose a few years, Laurel.  If Jacqui does
effect the re-Transformation, Jack will then only be able to
father girl children, whom you will be able to train into the
Sisterhood.  They won't have the Power themselves, but like
us, they will breed only sons who *will* possess that spark.
And you and I will be there to help convert those sons to our
calling.  It is only a momentary setback, love, not a
deathblow." she said fervently.  "We will have lost Jacqui's
considerable potential, but the Sisterhood *will* survive,
Laurel."

Laurie nodded, then she seemed to visibly steel herself.  "If
I am still here to train those children, Bronwyn." Laurie's
eyes overflowed before turning hard and flat.  "As High
Priestess of the Sisterhood, you are aware that there is a way
to break my final Spell without Jacqui having to go through
the entire learning process."

Bronwyn started to correct Laurie's misstatement and then she
realized what her friend meant.  Stark terror clutched at
Bronwyn's heart.  "No! You will not even permit you to
consider that option.  Have faith in your daughter.  If she
wants to be a male again badly enough, she will do what needs
be done.  I forbid you even to discuss this further.  If she
elects to opt out of the Sisterhood, that is one thing.  We
will *need* you when the dark time comes.  I don't know if we
can prevail without you."

"It is not your choice, Bronwyn, and in this instance, I don't
care about the needs of the Sisterhood.  My child is what I
care about, and if my child cannot forgive me for what I have
done to him.  If my child wants nothing more of me than to be
free of me and my foolhardy decision to Transform him against
his will, then I will do anything," the word came out as a
sobbing rasp, "anything to make that up to him.  And you will
see that it is done, because it is my right to ask it of you
and your duty to see that my Death Wish is granted, High
Priestess.  On my death, the enchantment that prevents anyone
but Jacqui from undoing the Transformation Spell will die with
me.  I ask, as my formal Death Wish, that the Sisterhood grant
my child's wish should that come to pass, High Priestess."

Tears were now streaming down Bronwyn's cheeks.  Goddess, how
could you permit this to go so wrong.  And yet, she is right. 
It would work, and damn her, I don't have any other choice. 
Refusal would be grounds for my dismissal as High Priestess
and my replacement would still have to do as she asks.  "Very
well," the words shuddered out of her mouth, "So Be It."

"So Be It."  Laurie responded.

"Give her a chance, Laurie, please?  At least a few more
months?  If college sport is more important to her than her
Mother, surely we can wait until summer.  Give me that much
time?  And besides, she won't want the gift at that price."

"She will never know." was the angry response.  "I will die
somewhere else, in an "accident".  You will never tell her,
Bronwyn, or I swear, my friendship to you is forfeit."

"Time, Laurie," she pleaded one more time, "Give me time,
please."

Laurie saw the acquiescence in her friend's eyes and nodded. 
"Very well.  Until the Summer Solstice, Bronwyn.  We will try
to help her find her way in this world that is not of her
choosing.  We will teach her the things and arts she must
learn to wield the Gift of the Goddess and to control the
Transformation Spell.  *But*, if we cannot do that, and my
child remains as miserable as she is right now, then we will
give her back the life she wants."

"At the cost of your own, Laurel?  Goddess, woman, she loves
you, Laurie. I know she does." Bronwyn whispered.

"That only makes it worse.  Take care of her, Bronwyn.  I need
some rest."  And with that, Laurie left the room.

"Goddess, what ever am I going to do now?"  Bronwyn asked
plaintively.  There was no answer.

She went up to the bedroom after fixing her face (it had taken
more magic than makeup) and found Jacqui watching the end of
"The Wizard of Oz" on television.  Even though it was
Hollywood schlock, Bronwyn cringed a little when Dorothy
killed the Wicked Witch with the pail of cleaning water. 
Thoroughly distracted by her confrontation with Laurie, she
did not notice when Jacqui perked up at the Wicked Witch's
dying words.

After the credits rolled, Jacqui turned to her friend.  "So,
what do we do tonight?  Another makeup lesson to get back at
me for beating you bloody with the Central Limit Theorem?"

Doing her best to look evil and mischievous, Bronwyn asked in
a passable imitation of the Wicked Witch, "Well, my pretty,
how ever did you guess?"


Excerpt from the Journal of Miss Jacqui Donovan

51 days A. T.

Bonnie is asleep now.  She's exhausted - it must be really
tiring being such a demanding bitch. If she is as put out with
my "dictatorial teaching style' as she let on earlier today,
she sure got even with me tonight.  For tonight's lesson in
"Basic Girl Stuff - 101", she made me do my own making up. 
This was *not* a pretty sight. 

She did, however, eventually relent enough to show me how to
fix my mistakes without having to clean and scrape the gunk
off and start from scratch each time.  Since I made a lot of
mistakes, I had plenty of opportunities to practice.  I
finally got to where I was about half as good looking as I was
last night.

I still don't get it.  Why do real women, oops, excuse me. . .
Why do *we* put up with this??  

After she had laughed herself into a better mood at my
expense, so she showed me some other things you can do with
cosmetics.  She turned me into quite the sexy little slut. 
None of the subtlety of last night, just bright color and
stark contrasts.  I looked like a real life version of that
gypsy dancer from that Disney movie take off on the "Hunchback
of Notre Dame".

That was not all bad.  Maybe this could serve some purpose I
don't yet understand.  Watching her do it to me in my mirror
took my mind off . . . things tonight.  I wonder if Bonnie is
going to study psychology in college?  She sure is not going
to study math or physics, but she did a great job of shredding
my mind last night.

Afterwards, we cuddled in my bed.  I thought we were going to
end up playing "you-show-me-yours-and-I'll-show-you-mine" by
the Braille method (with our fingers, Jack), but just before
we could get into each other's panties, she fell asleep. 
ASLEEP!!!  I don't know how she could do it.  I was so knotted
up inside, I went back into the bathroom to let my fingers do
the walking.  Maybe *real* girls don't get worked up that way? 
Another little extra added benefit of the Transformation
Spell, perhaps?  A case of terminal hot pants?

End Journal Entry.

***************
Sunday started much as Saturday had, except that Jacqui was a
little more talkative.  After helping clean up the breakfast
dishes, she absently kissed her Mother before dragging a
loudly complaining Bonnie off to continue the studies.

At two o'clock, Jacqui looked up at her friend.  "You sure you
really want to take these courses?"

Caught, Bronwyn thought.  "No, I don't, but pre-vet schools
look for things like this on your transcript."

"You will make a great Vet, Bonnie.  You have a way of being.
. . comforting even when you are chewing me out."  Jacqui
smiled in self derision.  "Like last night about my Mom."  She
reached out and took Bronwyn's hand.  "Thank you for that.  My
Mom and I were able to talk more easily this morning.  What
you said the other night, well, it helped a little."

"I am glad."  She made a shaking movement with her shoulder. 
"Now, am I going to pass these tests?"

"I think so.  Actually, the last few hours have not been bad." 
That is because I have been eavesdropping on your mind as you
work the problems out for yourself, Bronwyn thought.  "Yeah,
you should do fine."

"Then can we please relax for the rest of the weekend?" 
Jacqui laughed at how pitiful her friend managed to look.

"Okay, but I'd like a favor."  Bronwyn gave a "so ask" look. 
"Could you help me dress for dinner?  Clothes, makeup, the
works?  I'd . . ahhhh, I'd like to surprise Mom.


Excerpt from the Journal of Miss Jacqui Donovan

52 Days A. T.

I am not sure, but I think I made Mom cry tonight when I came
down to dinner.  Bonnie helped me get ready.  All right.  She
did everything, and I just sat there.  She made me up as she
did the first night - really subtle.  I can still barely see
what she does, only I know Jacqui looks a whole lot better
when she is done.  She put me in a skirt and blouse, which
surprised me.  I thought she would pull out one of those
dresses Mom bought which still have not seen the light of day
from my closet.  I think she chose this outfit because she has
seen me in fairly often and figured I would be more
comfortable in it.

She did something strange with my hair. .  it twisted around
and sat up on the back of my scalp.  She called it a French
Twist.  I don't know about the French part, but if felt like
she was trying to twist my scalp off when she did it.

Then she made me wear one of the pairs of heels Mom insisted
on buying, but again, not the slinkiest ones.  These are only
and inch or so tall and I was able to move fairly easily in
them.

The total effect was really pretty.  Jack thought so, and so
did I.  Evidently Mom did, too, because when I came down, she
gave me this odd look and then hurried off to the kitchen.  I
was afraid I had done something wrong and I gave Bonnie a
nervous look.  She just squeezed my hand and led me into the
dining room.

During dinner, every time I glanced at Mom, she was just. . .
. looking at me. And she had this little Mona Lisa half smile
on her face.

I wanted to ask her if it was okay, but I chickened out.  Not
because I did not want to know, but more because I am still
not sure I want her to know that her opinion mattered that
much.  

That makes me feel kind of small.

Thank goodness Bonnie was there.  That little chatterbox
filled in some very awkward silences tonight during and after
dinner.  I owe her, big time.  She makes a lot of things with
Mom and me easier.  I think I need them to be easier, just
now.  Have to run, Bonnie is coming back from the bathroom,
and it is my turn in the tub.

End Journal Entry


Excerpt from the Journal of Miss Jacqui Donovan

52 Days A. T.

WOW!!

Bonnie made love with me tonight after we went to bed. It was
fantastic!  And she did it so slowly, like every touch, every
kiss, every lick and nibble were just so . . . important.  I
am surprised I did not shred my bedding with my fingernails I
was holding on so hard.

Then she taught me how to do it, to her, with my own fingers
and mouth.  That was almost as good - better in some ways.  I
love the way she tastes!  I love the power of holding her
pleasure on the tips of my fingers or on the edge of my
tongue.  I love hearing her beg for her release and then
holding back just a second or two longer so she's really
frantic before I tip her over the top.

She called me a "cunt-tease".  HA.  I rather like that, and I
want to do it again.  Soon.

Afterwards, she just held me, and praised me.  Told me how
well I did for a first timer.  Being held that way, cuddling
and talking was really nice, too.

And we could do it so often!  I had at least three or four
cums (I am not sure because the blond bombshell over there had
me pretty well strung out for a while) and I could never do
that when, well, I might as well say it, when I was Jack.

Not that Jack ever did *it* with anyone but Merry Hand and her
Five Sisters back then.  How strange that my first time making
love to a girl is *as* a girl.  I don't know how it could be
better than this.  On the *very* bright side, I will know a
lot about what really pleases a woman when I am a man again. 

Another thing I wonder at is where Bonnie learned to do that. 
Are girls that much more open with other girls than guys are
with one another?  I do *not* intend to get involved sexually
with guys, but it would be nice to be able to do this when I
am at college.  I don't think Bonnie is going to go college
here in town as I have decided to  do(I need to be close to
Mum to keep up my other "lessons"), and making love with
someone else is so much better than doing it alone.

I am over here writing right now so I won't go back to the bed
and ravish the poor dear.  She has had a rough weekend.  Gosh
but she is pretty, all blond and round, and her breasts are
just so perfect.

Oh well, maybe she doesn't need *quite* that much sleep.

End Journal Entry

End Part 7. Continued in Part 8


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