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A Change of Direction
Part 19
by Tigger Copyright 1997, all rights reserved.

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A Change of Direction
Chapter 25

The phone in Laurie's bedroom rang.  Fumbling in the dark, she
reached over to answer it.  An excited voice stumbled over the
words, and had to repeat them twice.  Whoever it was, wanted
to speak to Bronwyn - *immediately*.  She shook her lover
awake and handed over the receiver before padding off to the
bathroom.

When she returned, the bedroom was ablaze with light, and a
tear-stricken Bronwyn was furiously pulling on her clothes. 
"Bronwyn, what is the matter?" Laurie asked moving to her
friend's side.

"It's Bobbie." she sobbed, dashing away a tear.  "She had the
child tonight, but no sooner had they taken the child from the
birth canal, then armed men stormed the birthing room.  The
nurse midwife and the attending doctor were killed.  The baby
and Bobbie have disappeared.  I am leaving on the next flight
to Austin to help the Sisters search."

"Do...do we know if the rites were performed?"  Laurie asked.

"No, but it would seem that they weren't.  An intern watching
on closed circuit television told the first Sister on the
scene that the men took the child from the midwife's hands
before she had even straightened up from catching him."

A cold chill ran down Laurie's spine.  "That sounds terribly
like whoever did this was trying to prevent the Birth Rites. 
That means it is probably the Brotherhood behind this."

Grimly, Bronwyn nodded.  "I agree. That is why I want you to
alert the Sisterhood.  I want a search team in Austin as soon
as we can possibly get them there.  And I want you to be
standing by to come if we need . . . if we need a healer." 
Laurie nodded and helped Bronwyn into her jacket.  "I will
call as soon as I know anything.  Take care of Jacqui, luv."

And with that, she was out the door.  Alone and afraid, Laurie
stood there in the center of the room, at a loss about what to
do next.  Then she knew.  Getting her robe, she went out of
her room and down the hall to Jacqui's room where she crawled
into bed beside her child.  Someone she knew may well have
lost a child this night.  May the Goddess have mercy on anyone
who tried to take or to harm *her* child.  Laurel Donovan,
gentle healer and high adept of the peace loving Sisterhood,
would have none.

**********************
Lancaster was well pleased with this evening's work.  The
woman and the child had been kept separate since their
capture.  Gloating, he examined the small woman more closely. 
She had some Asian blood in her with those small bones and
that long, straight, black hair.  Contemptuously, he asked
himself how anyone could think that this puny female, this un-
manned creature, could possibly be someone that he, the High
Leader of the Brotherhood, First in the Power of the Dark One,
should have to fear?  It was laughable.

The child chose that moment to awaken and to announce that
fact loudly in the way of all newborns.  Not accustomed to
children, the noise angered Lancaster who reacted as he always
did when upset.  He struck out at the nearest being to him. 
His back hand brought Roberta out of the half conscious state
she had been in since the birth of her child.

Dazed, she looked up at Lancaster's furious face.  "Shut that
child up, woman. Now!"  He was bellowing.

"He's hungry."  She said in a thready whisper.  "He won't stop
until he's been fed."

The noise was more than the Lancaster could stand.  Without
thinking, he snatched the bawling child up and nearly threw
him at the woman. "Then FEED him."

Roberta did not expect to survive this, but she feared her
child might.  Quickly, she bared her breast and put the child
to her nipple, all the while mumbling the words of the Birth
Rites that been taught to her by the High Priestess.  She had
just completed the silently spoken spell when her child found
and clamped onto her puckered nipple.  As he began to suck
furiously at her, she felt something start to build inside
her.  It grew and became stronger, until it was like her
nipple was connected to an electrical circuit.

And then, she knew it all.  The full power of the
Transformation Spell was now hers to command.  Holding her
child tightly against her breast, she sang the song of power,
felt the power come to her, felt it enfold her, and finally,
felt it change her.

The men in the room saw it, too.  Suddenly, the tiny woman was
over seven feet tall and still growing.  Huge muscles bulged
on her limbs, and hard shell-like armor seemed to appear about
her body.  The first of the Brothers to recover hurled himself
at her and was flung aside like a doll, crumpling against the
wall.  A melee ensued, with the Brothers trying to subdue the
huge monster-woman, but their weapons, bodies and powers were
unequal to the task.  Grimly, Roberta started moving toward
the door and freedom, determined to escape this place and to
warn her Sisters.

Lancaster had stood apart during the free-for-all, partly
because he was furious with himself for having been the one to
give the child to the woman, and partly to ascertain the full
extent of the woman's power.  His inaction ended when he saw
her make a break for the door.  With great deliberation, he
raised both of his hands above his head.  His lips moved,
making soundless words in a language known only to the
followers of the Dark One.  The raised hands turned black and
began to shimmer and pulse with a strange glow that heralded
the total absence of light rather than its presence.  The glow
coalesced into a writhing mass that was contained between his
two hands for just a moment, and then it reached out to the
fleeing Transformed Sister and her child. 
 
The instant the lightlessness touched her, Roberta screamed in
hellish agony.  The dark hole enveloped her, surrounded her
and blotted her from the view of those Brothers still awake to
see it.  Suddenly, the screams stopped, and Lancaster lowered
his hands.  Without his will to hold it contained, the
lightlessness gave way to light and revealed the bodies of a
dead woman and a dead child.  Interestingly to Lancaster, the
spell that had changed the woman into that amazon monster had
not died with her.

It was too bad she had died before he could have learned
everything he wanted to know, and even worse that the child
had died.  Still, he had learned something tonight.  Whatever
had happened to the woman, it had happened to her after she
had begun feeding the brat.  Was that some type of rite of
passage for these women who had once been men?  Did they only
come into their full power after suckling their infant?  That
had to be it, thought Lancaster triumphantly.  Now he had
them.  Now he could turn their very rites against them.  He,
Lancaster, had the means to finally destroy the Sisterhood. 
He looked at the injured men he'd brought with him.  All
alive, he thought.  She could not even kill to protect her
whelp.  How hopelessly weak they are.  "Dispose of the bodies
in the acid tank.  I want nothing left of them." he ordered
his Investigations Chief as he strode to the door.  This
called for a drink.

~-------~

"She's gone, Laurie.  I felt her die.  She's dead and her
child with her." came the sobbing voice on the other end of
the phone line.

"You are sure?  There is no doubt?"

She heard Bronwyn blow her nose and take a deep cleansing
breath.  "We don't have the bodies, if that's what you mean,
but I felt her use the Transformation Spell, Laurie."  Another
deep breath.  "And I felt the Dark Power take her.  She died
at the hands of a member of the Brotherhood, Laurie.  An
incredibly powerful member, perhaps even the High Leader,
himself."

"Then we are at war, High Priestess.  What are your immediate
plans?"

"I am coming home, luv.  I need to rest and to think.  We
don't even know who he is, yet, so we don't know how to attack
him.  He is way ahead of us, now, and moving too quickly will
hurt us more than help us.  I will see you in a few hours. 
May I stay with you tonight?"

"Just you try to stay any place else, lover, and all hell will
break loose.  Now get off the phone and get on home to people
who love you."

Laurie hung up the phone, and wished that her daughter was
home where she could protect her and keep her safe.  If there
was such a thing as safety, anymore.

*******************
Lancaster relaxed, sipping the aged cognac and reviewing the
night's revelations one more time.  The woman had come into
her power after she'd given birth and after she'd nursed the
child.  The key, then, was to prevent the child from suckling
his mother, but that was not a problem.  Lancaster smiled.  A
dead woman cannot nurse a child.  As if he, the High Leader,
would let one of those bitches feed *his* son.  What a coup,
he mused.  The next High Leader of the Brotherhood, the son of
the current High Leader and one of the damnable Sisters.  A
child born of the power of their Goddess and of his Dark One;
a child in whom the ages-old schism between the power of light
and the power of darkness would be breached.  

A child that would be his son and who would serve the
Brotherhood, while destroying the Sisterhood.

All he needed was a Sister to plant his seed in; a Sister who
had not yet given birth and thus, had not yet come into the
fullness of her powers.  A powerless Sister who would not be a
threat to him.  How he'd make her suffer.  He would give her
the full benefit of her new female state by forcing her to
experience, completely unaided by any modern medical
convenience, natural child birth before he killed her.  After
all, he could always take the child if he needed to since she
was not going to survive  more than a few moments after the
child's birth, anyway.  It would be so . . . .sublime. 

Fortunately, he knew exactly where to find such a member of
the cursed Sisterhood.  Her college advisor still reported
weekly to his Chief of Investigations about her activities and
whereabouts.  He'd increase the surveillance on her again, all
the same.  She was too important a piece of the puzzle to be
careless with.  All he needed was a little more time to finish
his final preparations.  He was almost ready.  Soon, very
soon, he would strike and take what was rightfully his.

~----------~

Excerpt from the Journal of Miss Jacqui Donovan

1 Year 8 Months 21 days A. T.

The death of Mom's and Bronwyn's friend, Bobbie in childbirth
has cast quite a pall about the house.  The baby died, too, so
it is just a bad thing all around.  I did not know her, but
Mum and Bronwyn liked her, so she must have been good people. 
I suspect she was a member of their Sisterhood, but I have not
asked and they had not volunteered the information.

It has reminded me, quite forcefully, however, of my own
mortality and my newfound femininity.  Women still die in
childbirth.  I am a woman.  Those two facts, taken in
combination, are rather daunting.

I am a woman.  I can get pregnant.

I look at those two sentences I just wrote, and I get chills. 
They actually have the power to frighten me.  They also are
beginning to intrigue me.

On a not unrelated topic, Marcus arrives home today from his
college up north to begin his mid-semester break.  We won't
have much time together since his folks are expecting him at
their mountain cabin in the Sierras.  It is some kind of
family shindig that everyone goes to every year.  He is going
to drive up there tomorrow, but first, he is going to spend
the day *and* the night with me.

Mom and Bronwyn are going to be out of town until tomorrow
about noon.  Which, oh by the way, is when Marcus has to
leave.  So I went and started planning our little get together
for here.  I cannot *wait* to get him into Mom's *HUGE*
bathtub all filled with bubbles and hot water.

Now for the strange part.  This morning, Mom calls me in and
tells me that she knows what I am planning, and that she
approves of Marcus.  Not only that, but that she wants us to
feel "safe" when we do "whatever it is that you are going to
do".  She gave me a box of *condoms*.  Condoms for goodness
sake.  This is my *MOTHER* and she is giving me *condoms*??  I
was afraid to say the word in her presence when I was still
Jack.

Guess I have her blessing to go all the way.  Amazing.
And I have been *so* very careful these past weeks with my
birth control pills.  Well, better doubly safe than sorry, I
guess.  I did promise to use the condoms.

I wonder if it as wonderful as those romance novels say it is? 
Guess I am going to find out.  That's all for now.  I have to
go pick up Marcus at the airport.

End Journal Entry

****************
In a hotel room overlooking the ocean, Bronwyn took a sip of
her wine and then turned to look at her preoccupied friend. 
Shaking her head in exasperation, she snorted.  "It was going
to happen anyway, Laurel.  All we did was make it more
comfortable for them, and make sure they had the time to do it
properly."  And cast a few spells on young Marcus to make sure
he would do it well, often and potently.

Smiling wanly at herself, Laurie sighed.  "I know.  We all do
it for the first time once in our lives.  And we had to get
the first step of the final experience learning done, too."

That reminded Bronwyn. "So, why did you give her those
condoms?  I thought the whole idea was to get her preggers,
not increase the difficulty for those little wigglers of
Mark's."

That did make Laurie smile - a very self satisfied,
conspiratorial smile.  "I did it to make sure she or Marcus
were completely uninhibited.  You know as well as I do that no
birth control will protect a Sister who, at the critical
moment, wants the baby of the man making love to her.  The
power of her desire will cause the condom to leak or break. 
Just like the birth control pills will also fail." Laurel
grinned mischievously.  "Ever stop to wonder how many of those
mothers who fall into that 10% failure rate attributed to
modern birth control tools are Sisters?  No, I think we
surmise that our Jacqui is now primed - prospective motherhood
on the hoof.  Especially since I am sure," and here her voice
became saccharine sweet, "that you have probably ensured that
Marcus is a human sperm factory for the next day or so?"

Bronwyn blushed a bit, then grinned a bit.  "Well, I might
have given production a little help.  Guess she's gonna be a
Mom, eh?"

"Yes, she is.  Goddess, but I am too young to be a
grandmother."  Laurie wailed.

"Ah, love," soothed Bronwyn as she came over to cuddle her
friend on the bed, "but you will be so good at it."  And then
proceeded to distract her friend, lovingly.

****************
The feelings that Jacqui was dealing with as she stood in the
airline terminal awaiting Marcus were just as mixed as her
Mother's were.  On one hand, she missed him terribly and
wanted to be with him all the time.  On the other hand, his
attentions reminded her of what she had lost when she had been
Transformed.  Jack had never gotten to as close to a girl as
she was permitting Marcus to get to her.

He was going to get very close, today, too.  All the way, and
where nature expected him to be when he made love to a woman. 
Even with the double barreled birth control she was planning
to use, it still felt like playing Russian Roulette, except
that instead of putting a loaded gun to her head, she was
aiming a loaded penis at her uterus and ovaries.

She'd reminded herself of all the potential dangers of this
decision over and over again. Especially since the girl in
Austin had died, but in the end, it made no difference.  She
was going to make love with Marcus because she *needed* to
make love with him.  She still had not quite figured out why
that was such an imperative, but she had finally accepted that
it was. She simply had no other choice in the matter.

A moving mass of humanity approached the main terminal from
the arrival gate.  A shout that sounded like her name got her
attention and Jacqui turned toward the voice.  It was Marcus. 
Suddenly, she was running toward him and ended up jumping into
his arms.  The moment his arms closed around her and his lips
met hers were a revelation.  Everything became clear.

Jacqui Donovan loved Marcus Arnold.  Jacqui Donovan was *in
love* with Marcus Arnold.

The truth of it all scared the hell out of her, and she did
what frightened women have done since cave days.  She held on
tighter to the man she loved.  "Oh shit" she thought amid the
wild whirl of emotions swirling through her, "What am I going
to do, now???"  Marcus ended even that limited thinking by
kissing her again.

Somehow, they made it to the house without having an accident
or being stopped for speeding.  They were barely through the
door before they were tearing at each other's clothes, trying
to get skin to skin.  Marcus was ready to consummate their
passion right there on the floor when the memory of Bobbie
gave Jacqui a moment of rational thought.  Scrambling to her
discarded purse, she found the box her Mother had given her
and returned with the plastic packet.  She tore it open, and
then reverently and lovingly smoothed the condom over her
lover's erection, making him groan in painful, delighted
anticipation.  Then, she went back into his arms, and they
made love on the living room rug.

Excerpt from the Journal of Miss Jacqui Donovan

1 Year 8 Months 22 days A. T. 

The words to an old rock and roll song that Mom loves keeps
playing in my mind.


"This girl is a woman, now.  She's found out what its all
about and she's learnin'... learnin' to live....."

Who sang that thing...Plunket? No, he was a quarterback. Oh
yeah...the name was Puckett - Gary Puckett and the Union Gap. 
What a weird name for a rock group.  Only in my case, maybe
the song should go "This boy is a woman, now..".

Hey, Bronwyn.  I just made a joke about it.  How about that?

It is strange, though, while he was inside me?  All I could
think of was that *if* I was going to have a baby, I would
want it to be his.  When he nuzzled my breast and suckled my
nipple, an image of his child sucking there was flashed across
my mind's eye.

Cripes, what is with me?  These female hormones are really
getting out of hand, here.  Still . . . A baby.   Hmmmmmmm.

And I even managed to be submissively passive for him.

Once.

Sort of.     But it was _damned hard_!!!

Anyway, Marcus just left in a cab. He is going to his house to
pick up a few things and to get his car.  I wanted to drive
him, but he said he wanted the last thing he remembers of this
wonderful day and night is me, lying naked and tousled on
Mum's rumpled bed.  What woman could resist a request like
that?  How could any man resist the appeal I made to him when
he walked out that door???

Maybe he could resist my somewhat blatant offer because of all
the times we did it in the past eighteen hours.  Good thing
Mom gave me a full dozen of those things.  We almost needed
most of them.
And it *is* wonderful like those romance novels Mom made me
read said it could be.  Marcus is very, very good at it, and
he listens to me while we are making love, so he is always
doing *something* that feels good.

I miss him already.  

Well, he is going to come back before returning to school.  I
will need more condoms.  I'll get some more today.  It will
make me feel like a loose woman.  Then I am going to take a
nap.  I have not had much sleep in the past few hours.

End Journal Entry.

**********************
The Chief of Investigations demanded to see the High Leader. 
He was so frightened, he did not bother to worry about hurting
the feelings of the toad who guarded the High Leader's office. 
After being shown in, he moved quickly to the large desk and
began without waiting to be given leave to speak.  "High
Leader, you ordered that you be informed immediately if
something came to light with regard to the woman you have
selected as the Mother of your Son."  He handed the Leader a
packet of surveillance photographs.

"The young male is Marcus Arnold. He is the young man that she
dated towards the end of her high school senior year.  He
attends college up in Oregon or Washington.  We have not had
him under surveillance since he has not had prior contact with
the girl since you ordered her watched again."

"Until now." growled the High Leader as he shuffled through
the packet of photos.

"Until now," agreed the Chief.  "Yesterday, she met him at the
airport where they kissed quite passionately before returning
to the girl's house.  There was no sign of either of them
until noon today when the male left by taxi.  I ordered a
surveillance team on him and they are now following him.  The
girl left the house shortly after that and went to a nearby
drug store where she purchased two large boxes of condoms."

All color drained from Lancaster's face.  "What did you say?"
he growled in whispered tones.

"Condoms, High Leader.  She purchased condoms."  The Chief was
fighting to maintain his dignity and professionalism, but it
was damned hard when he knew his next word could be his last. 
Lancaster was killing furious, now.  "She made the purchase
and returned to her home. She has not left since, although her
Mother and Llewellyn have returned from the hotel they stayed
at last night."

"She is going to fuck that boy???" Lancaster roared. "She is
the Chosen One.  The Mother of my Son, and she is going to
give herself to a boy???"  Lancaster's fist smashed into the
desk top.  His eyes burned with anger tinged with madness. 
The Chief silently steeled himself for the killing blow he
felt sure was coming.  The only reason he had delivered the
report himself was in the hope that the High Leader would kill
him out of hand, in a fit of fury.  The alternative was to die
as his predecessor had, slowly and in great pain.  However,
Lancaster seemed to regain control of himself.  Slowly, with
great deliberation, he reseated himself at his desk and
brought his hands together to clasp them on the desktop.  "I
won't have it, Chief." he said soberly.  "Where is the boy,
now?"

"Our followers reported in just before I came in here, sir. 
He is heading into the mountains.  Evidently his family has a
large vacation home up in the high country."

"He does not arrive at his destination, Chief.  Have the
followers arrange an accident - a fatal accident.  I want him
dead within the hour or you and the followers will die
sometime next month.  Do you understand me?"  The eyes were
cold now, but it was a mad cold.

The Chief lost control of his bladder and wet his pants.  "Ye.
. ye . .yessir.  I understand.  It will be as you say, sir."
and he ran from the room without being given leave to depart.

~-----------~

*******************
Jacqui stretched in her bed.  She felt marvelous.  Even the
twinges in her belly, where muscles she never knew she had and
Jack never did have, ached from the unusual exercise of the
day before.

Idly, she replayed the lovemaking in her mind.  It had been so
great.  Whether it could have been so good for her as Jack,
she did not know, but it no longer seemed to matter.  She
loved Marcus. Marcus loved Jacqui.  She would be a fool to
give that up for a penis in a poke.

Jacqui Donovan was not any kind of a fool.

The key question in her mind now was how to break the news
that she was a witch to her chosen male.  She had a really
neat idea, too.  Bronwyn had said she could use the shape
shifting spell on others as well as on herself.  As long as
they were close by, anyway.  Well, Marcus would be very close
when she played her prank.

She wondered how he'd react when he woke up after one of their
love making sessions and found himself looking like Jacqui and
lying next to a body that looked like Marcus?  He'd freak, she
thought happily.  But, then he'd see the male genitals on
"Jacqui" and the female genitals on "Marcus".  It would be
awkward, but Jacqui figured they'd make it work, somehow.

"Jacqui?"  Her mother was calling from downstairs.  "You have
a phone call.  It is Mrs. Arnold."

Getting up, she padded to her door. "I'll take it in your
room, Mum." she called down.

Laurie went back to her library to work on the logistics plan
she was developing for the Sisterhood.  With the Brotherhood
was becoming so open in their attacks, they would need
supplies and safe houses in the coming months.  She had just
begun to analyze the next set of requirements when Jacqui's
scream of anguish tore through her.


She was up the stairs and at Jacqui's side in seconds.  Jacqui
flew to her Mother and nearly strangled her with her embrace. 
"He's dead, Mum.  Oh sweet lord, Marcus is dead."

Stunned, Laurie simply held her daughter for long moments
before she could even ask. "Marcus is dead?  How, child?"

Jacqui fought for control and eased her death grip on her
Mother. "His... his brakes failed.  Up in the mountains near
his parents' cottage.  He could not control the car on one of
the bends in the road.  He crashed into a rail guard which
broke and the car dropped into a canyon."

"Goddess."  Laurie whispered.  The man who had taken her
daughter's virginity, and who, according to Laurie's healer
senses, was the father of her grandson.  Jacqui had gotten
pregnant.  She would not know it herself for a few weeks, but
Laurie knew, and she would have to make sure her daughter did
not lose that child in her grief.

Maternally bullying the girl into bed, Laurie made her a
special tea that would calm her without harming the tiny
fetus.  It worked quickly, and Jacqui started to doze.  "You
know what hurts so much, Mum?  I was thinking of marriage when
the call came.  I was dreaming of how I would tell him
about......about the magic.  I was going to shift our shapes
into images of each other while he slept, and then make
fantastic love to him before he could freak out on me.  Now,
he's gone."  She was quiet for a moment.  "Now, he's gone."
was the last thing she said before drifting into sleep.  

Laurie went into her room to get her cordless phone.  She made
a quick call to Bronwyn, and then took the phone into Jacqui's
room and settled in a chair to watch over her daughter.


***********************
"It is done, High Leader, as you ordered." the Chief was back
in Lancaster's office.  He had not even taken the time to
change is urine stained trousers.  "They used the Dark Power
to sever his brake line and to accelerate the draining of the
hydraulic fluid.  The brakes failed on a particularly steep
part of the road and he could not slow enough to control the
car."

The High Leader said nothing, but stared pointedly at the
large circular stain  near the Chief's fly, a smile playing on
his lips.  Then he spoke.  "Very well.  Now, I want the
preparations for taking the girl accelerated.  I don't want
her meeting another boy and using him to assuage her female
lusts.  When will the sanctuary be ready?"

"We can have everything ready to hold her indefinitely in a
few weeks.  The only reason we can't have it in two weeks time
is the security system.  You ordered the best one available,
and the supplier cannot install for another three weeks.  We
are already paying premiums to have them that early."

Lancaster nodded.  He wanted the girl, but he wanted to *keep*
the girl.  He would wait for the sanctuary to be fully ready. 
"Keep an eye on her.  Don't let her get close to any other
males.  Now get out here and change those pants.  You foul my
air."

The humiliation in the man's face was a delight to Lancaster. 
Grinning, he admitted that fear was not the only emotion he
enjoyed invoking in others.  

~--------------~


End Part 19 - Continued in Part 20


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