Message-ID: <16515eli$9810150710@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/16515.txt> From: tigger@alices.com (Tigger) Subject: RP TG: A Change of Direction (17/22) (Magic, TG) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: tigger@alices.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii X-Authentication-Warning: philabs-gw.philabs.research.philips.com: smap set sender to <news@winter.news.erols.com> using -f Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <3626f557.1138749@news.erols.com> A Change of Direction Part 17 by Tigger Copyright 1997, all rights reserved. Archiving/publication of this author's work on any system that requires payment in any form is prohibited by the author and is in violation of my copyright to Chapters 7 and beyond. No archiving or redistribution of this work is permitted without this copyright attribution included, intact and complete, in the posting/archiving. A Change of Direction Chapter 23 Excerpt from the Journal of Miss Jackie Donovan 1 year, 3 months, 14 days A. T. Damn, but I am really blown away by all this. I think, at last, I really have the full story and the real reasons for my Transformation. As to what I am going to do about the coming fight with the Brotherhood, that is a problem for me. On one hand, my *MOM* is going to be involved. Worse, she has told me she *needs* me. On the other hand, the *me* she *needs* is Jacqui, not Jack. Jack is of no use to them at all, and although they did not say it outright, I suspect that he may actually be a liability to them. That means I have to stay Jacqui in order to help her, and yes, in order to protect her. And on top of everything else, there is this guy in my parapsychology course. (Mom and Bronwyn didn't know I was taking this course, but it fit in my schedule. Someone said know thy enemy and know thyself. I just can't figure out yet if I have met the enemy and he *is* me.) Anyway, this guy has been giving me the eye for a couple of weeks now, and today, I found myself *daydreaming* about him. Lord help me, I actually told myself he was cute! Jack is *not* happy! All of which pointedly reminds me how much I really, really miss Marcus. And that is another thing. Hey, Bronwyn, I am getting tired of dropping hints. I need some of the insight I used to get from Bonnie. You remember her? Smart mouth, cute as a button, big boobs, sneaky witch type. Listen, girlfriend, *You* got me into this mess. "A little hand job is just the thing to keep a boy happy, Jacqui." Well, a little hand job is damned well not going to keep *me* happy much longer and it is scaring the hell out of me and Jack. Now, Bronwyn, will you please quit pretending you aren't reading this and come talk to me? It is hard enough writing this stuff. I don't know if I can say out loud in the open on my own. In other words, Bronwyn-dear. . . . HEELLLLLPPPPPP!!!!! Is *that* subtle enough for you? As if life was not already complicated enough. End Journal Entry. *********************** Bronwyn entered Laurie's sanctum with a delighted grin on her lovely features. "She is going crazy, Laurel. I think this could be a big turnaround for her and for us." Laurie, who had been working on her latest book, a historical compilation of herbal remedies, looked up at her friend with confusion written across her face. "I assume you are talking about Jacqui, but I haven't the faintest idea what you mean." She offered a glass of iced tea which Bronwyn accepted as she sat down in the overstuffed chair near the bookcases. "Yes, I mean Jacqui. She is coming to the realization that she wants Marcus sexually. She has also divined that I am peeking into her journal. Goddess, but her intuition is still getting stronger. She's been leaving me little hints in that "this-is-not-a-diary" of hers for the past couple of months or so. Her last entry all but orders me to get off my fanny and help her figure out what to do about her feelings for him. Quite forcefully, too." The grin got wider. "She wants to blame Bonnie for that, too, since she encouraged her to go out with the boy in the first place." "Encouraged? Sure you did, woman. Like a baseball bat encourages a ball to change direction. WHAP!" Laurie smirked at her friend as she smacked her hands together hard. Bronwyn had the grace to blush slightly. "So she needed a little push." Laurie's eyebrow went up in challenge. "Okay, so it was a big push, but she has not really regretted it. And she sucked him off the first time completely on her own." Another wicked little grin. "One thing I will say for you, Laurel, you did a great job adjusting her sex drive." A little uncomfortable with that reminder of what she had done to her son, Laurie tried to joke past it. "Natural family talent, my dear, and the enthusiasm of youth." Recognizing the misdirection for what it was, Bronwyn did not argue the point. "Well, she wants him badly enough to admit it to herself and to me. In her writing, anyway. So, Mother of the would-be Bride, what do we do?" "I am not sure I know what you mean." "Of course you do, Laurel. You just don't want to accept any more responsibility for the necessary manipulation of your child's developing femininity, but she needs our help, luv. You are still the one person who knows her best. Now, as I see it, we can do one of three things. Ignore the writing and not admit I know what she wrote. That has the advantage of simplicity and would force the girl to make her own decisions." "It also has a couple of big disadvantages. She won't believe your claims that you don't know what she is writing. You are right - her 'Knowing' power is formidable and she has come to trust it without realizing it. The other problem evolves from that first one. If she thinks you have ignored her, and whatever she does goes wrong, we could lose her trust." Bronwyn frowned for the first time. "Point taken. And whether we help her undo the Transformation or ease her into a position of prominence within the Sisterhood, we will need that hard won trust. Okay, we have to do something. Possibility two is that we encourage her to take the big step. Go all the way and make beautiful love with Marcus. A little magical influence and he is the greatest lover since Don Juan. Sensitive yet forceful, open to any sexy games that you daughter wants to play - in other words, a guy straight out of the latest romance novel. With her inherent sensuality, she will love every sweaty minute of it." "Is she ready to learn the Transformation Spell? I mean, really ready? Because if she isn't, that is very risky. She is on birth control, but you know that means nothing with a Transformee. If she becomes really enthusiastic, heck, *when* she becomes enthusiastic, she will want him frequently. She *will* get pregnant in very short order." Bronwyn's shoulders slumped. "She is close, Laurel. I have never seen a student grow so quickly in her power. She will have the shape shifting down in another week or two, but it might be as much as six months to a year before she is truly ready for that step." "I agree with that. So, what other option is there that will let her play without having to pay too much of a price?" The wicked grin was back. "Laurel." she chided, "You know as well as I do that there is more than one way to make love to a man, and more than one place a woman can be put to the cock." Laurel frowned momentarily before understanding made her eyes go wide. "You don't mean. . ." "Sure I do." was the immediate response. "And she will have to *really* want it, so it will be a good test of her readiness to start the next and most critical phase of her training. And besides," the smile grew even wider, "She might want a little practice before she tries it with Marcus. I would love to try that with her and it would give us a chance to teach that passive loving lesson again." Laurie's own expression went soft with sexual longing. "Oh, Goddess. Me, too." she said fervently. "Me, too." Excerpt from the Journal of Miss Jacqui Donovan 1 Year 3 months 18 days A. T. So, Bronwyn has finally admitted to reading this. And she offered me some advice on how to handle this . . . thing with Marcus. Laid out three options for me and gave me the upside and the downside of each one. Actually two options, because her first solution, which is to do nothing at all, is not going to make it. I don't know much about this female need that is starting to simmer inside me, but I do know this. Trying to pretend it away is a good way to make the pot boil over. Can you spell "Motherhood"? And no, if that does happen, I will not abort the baby. And not because of that threat Mom laid on me right after the Transformation, either. Since I told Bronnie to keep peaking (sometimes it is easier to admit I need help here - this female thing is still kind of scary to talk about out loud) I won't say what the threat was. Bronwyn might not know about it and I don't want Mom to be embarrassed by it. However, I know her and her beliefs well enough by now to realize she was bluffing to keep me from doing something stupid. No, the baby would stay because I would not do that to Marcus. So, I have only two options, and only one that assures I don't have to spell that M word. Bronwyn gave me this kinky "how- to" book, some stuff in a tube and recommended that I practice before I try it with Marcus. Practice? End Journal Entry Excerpt from the Journal of Miss Jacqui Donovan 1 Year 3 months 18 days A. T. OMIGOD! I just browsed through that book. NOW I understand "practice". There were pictures of women using rubber dicks on themselves. . . umm. . back there. From behind. Now that I have seen it in the book, I keep swiveling my head over to the strap on harness and dildo Mom and Bronwyn bought me last summer. It really would fit??? There?!?! Near as I can recall, it is about the same size as Marcus. Maybe this is something you work up to. . . there were pictures of women using their fingers, too. I mean, heck, the doctor did that to Jack once, during a physical. Now, Jack, maybe it is different if you are turned on when it happens, or if you are doing it for fun. Doctors probably don't like sticking their fingers up guys' butts either, so they probably don't do it the way Bronwyn's book describes. Hey. It is my butt and you are just along for the ride. You keep your snide comments to yourself, mister. This is hard enough as it is. Is this where I stamp my foot and say "Men!" in an utterly disgusted tone of voice? Consider it stamped and said. End Journal Entry Excerpt from the Journal of Miss Jacqui Donovan 1 Year 3 months 27 days A. T. On the humorous side, Mom's publisher decided to update her computer system so it is compatible with what they use at the main office. Really nice lash-up - almost as good as mine overall, but with a much better CPU. Mom is petrified. First of all, she has to learn a new word processor program. Secondly, they also put in an ISDN high speed data line into the house so she can send her stuff to them by modem now, and worse, so they can send markups back to her. She took one look at the sample "red-lined" galleys they sent her, with the strike-out fonts and everything, and screamed. Scared the heck out of me. I spent most of the weekend teaching her to use the new software and configuring everything so she has to do as little as possible to get done what she needs to do. The set up is almost bulletproof, now. Whether it is Mom-proof or not is another question. I kinda doubt anything could be, though. We will see. Wonder where I got my technical genes? My dad, probably. Certainly not from Mom. It also makes me wonder how she pulled off fixing all Jack's records to be Jacqueline. Must have been purely magic. She sure doesn't have the cyber- skills to do it any other way. Poor Mom. Her first electronically transmitted manuscript is due next week. Guess I better plan to be home that day. Heh heh. End Journal Entry. Excerpt from the Journal of Miss Jacqui Donovan 1 Year 4 months 2 days A. T. Two major things happened yesterday. First of all, Bonnie was back for a visit today. Only, Bonnie was me. Or is that, I was Bonnie? Who cares! I pulled off the shape shifting spell all the way today. Hair color and length, skin tone, height, figure, face - the whole thing. Well, almost the whole thing. I forgot to change the hair between my legs. Guess I wasn't a "natural blond". But I could have changed it! Bronwyn was really proud of me. So was Mom. I think I surprised them, too, because of what I did with my first all-the-way solo spell. They were expecting me to try Jack back on for size, but really, what's the point? What am I going to do - go find a pre-operative transsexual to play with because the plumbing would still be the internal stuff. The second really big thing is that the big thing finally FIT!!! I got the darn lump of rubber all the way in. AT LAST! It only hurt a little this time, and only at the very beginning. Playing with myself before and after I started to insert the dildo made it a little easier. It doesn't feel as good as making love with Mom and Bronwyn, but it is not a barefoot walk through the Valley of Death, either. I wonder if there is something I am not doing right. I bet Bronwyn would know. Maybe it is time to ask for help again. Hmmmmm. She is coming over tonight again. Maybe . . . I have a great idea! End Journal Entry ***************** Her body warm and still glistening from her shower, Bronwyn walked into Laurie's bedroom. Laurie was also nude, and was laying on her tummy, reading. The lovely half moons of her ass beckoned to Bronwyn who fell upon her lover like a starving she-wolf. A few minutes later, the two women were too deeply involved to notice when Jacqui slipped in the door. That suited Jacqui just fine. It would ruin her surprise if they looked up too soon. Silently, she crept to the bed where the two women lay locked in an exuberant sixty-nine, her Mother on top of Bronwyn with her back to Jacqui. It was perfect, she thought. Only when the thick rubber organ gently bounced off her forehead did Bronwyn realize that Jacqui had arrived and how she was attired. She made a quick survey of the girl. So what if the adjustment of the harness was not quite perfect - that only meant that the teaser on the base of the dildo would not give Jacqui quite as much of a jolt as it might have. It was the thought and the courage to face her little fears that really counted. Grinning encouragement, Bronwyn slipped down a bit, and used her fingers to gently spread the lips of Laurie's puss. Jacqui swallowed hard, and then slowly nudged the artificial penis into the mouth of her Mother's sex. Thoroughly aroused, and teased to near madness by Bronwyn's talented tongue, Laurie surged backwards to capture more of whatever Bronwyn was using to fill her. The cheeks of her bottom made firm contact with flesh as she engulfed the full length. Surprised, she twisted and saw her daughter arching into her and felt her surprisingly strong hands grasp her hips. Gently at first, then gradually picking up in confidence, speed and force, Jacqui began stroking the strap on in and out of her Mother. The combination of being filled while Bronwyn's tongue danced fire across her loins, shattered Laurie's control and she went momentarily mad. She buried her face in the humid warmth of Bronwyn's sex and alternately feasted on and screamed into her friend. Laurie's triumphant scream of completion tripped Bronwyn over the edge, too. Jacqui tried to ride with her Mother, tried to stay inside her as long as she could, but one particularly vigorous spasm unseated her. Pleased with her part in this, she just stepped back and watched her two favorite people enjoy their pleasures. When all was again quiet, Jacqui crawled in beside the two women and was immediately enfolded in twin hugs. Bronwyn and Laurie took special care to thank her and to tell her how wonderful it had been for them. After they'd recovered, Bronwyn asked, "So, Jacqui, it's your turn now. What would you like best?" Shyly, Jacqui whispered. "Would you do me? With this?" her hand trailed down to the erect toy dangling between her legs. "Like in the book you gave me?" She handed Bronwyn the now half empty tube of lubricant. "I have been practicing." she hastened to add. "I'd love to, darling." and then, because she saw the touch of fear still hiding in the girl's eyes, she said. "I think we will make it a tie up game, too. That way, you won't wiggle to much." That brought Jacqui upright! "No.... No, I don't think so, Bronwyn. I don't think I want to do this that way..." A gentle finger on the lips stilled the flood of refusals. "Same rules as last time, love. You say "red light" and we will stop immediately. I just want to be fully in control for your first time. Remember, just relax and let me do the work." Bronwyn's voice became softly intense. "Just trust me, please?" "Oh, you know I do." was the immediate reply. "I trust both of you. Okay. Just go slow. I have gotten it all the way in, but I have not had any sexy feelings from it. Other than a very odd "full-feeling"." Moving their hands to the buckles, the two women began undoing the harness all the while grinning at each other like loons. It was going to be a very auspicious night. Excerpt from the Journal of Miss Jacqui Donovan 1 Year 4 months 3 days A. T. If I am walking a little funny today, it is completely justified. I was right - I was missing something when I was using the dildo to work on my ass. Another person, or rather other persons, interested in making it wonderful for me. And I can handle being passive. Once in a while. Maybe once a month. Kind of overwhelming, and just a little frustrating. Nicely frustrating, though. Jacqui, you are not making a whole lot of sense. The facts, please. Once Bronwyn had me tied to the bed with the pillows under my hips to make my bottom "a good target", she and Mom forgot about the dildo all together and proceeded to drive me insane. Once I got a *little* demanding, so Mom gagged me with Bronwyn's panties. My *Mom* did that! She said I wasn't going to get my way, anyway, so I might as well be quiet. But she gave me a little ball to drop if I wanted to red light. I also got more than a few swats across my tush for "not doing what I was told like a good little girl." Passive, hell. Just wait till I get my next turn. The sneaky darlings used every trick in the book keep me on the ragged edge without letting me tip over for more than an hour. At some point during all that teasing, they started playing with my bottom. I was so far gone, it all just kept feeling good! When Bronwyn started slipping the dildo into me, all I could think of was why was she going so SLOW. Meanwhile, Mom slipped under me and was driving me crazy with that tongue of hers. I am surprised that the straps they tied me down with did not snap with they finally let me cum. I was a wild woman. And they weren't through with me. Seems Mom wanted a turn. Guess what? It was even easier the second time and I came just as hard. Bronwyn needs a new pair of panties. Seems the pair she had are a little. . . . . chewed. I can't WAIT for Marcus to come home for Christmas. Maybe I should keep practicing with Mom and Bronwyn, though. Just so I won't forget how to do it. Marcus. Hmmmmmmmm. You don't think he'd go for it, Jack? Really? I mean, gee, you did not have any complaints once Bronnie got us all heated up and slipped it into our bottom. I mean, boys have bottoms, too, same as girls, right? Well, maybe later on, then. Besides, I don't think Marcus is quite the scaredicat you are, Jack. Well, I have to get to work. Finals are coming up and I have a big programming project due in each of the computer science courses and a term paper for the para-psych course. I am using the stuff I pulled off the 'Net to write my paper on the Concept of Good and Evil among Wiccans. Waste not, want not. End Journal Entry. End Part 17; Continued in Part 18 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>