Message-ID: <16531eli$9810150730@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/16531.txt> From: tigger@alices.com (Tigger) Subject: RP TG: A Change of Direction (22/22) (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 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: <36277e87.1539821@news.erols.com> A Change of Direction Part 22 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 Epilogue "... wake up. Come on now, darling, you must wake up." Mum was yelling again, Jacqui thought muzzily. Must have overslept again. Sleep started to unravel and. . . MUM!??! Eyes shot open. "MUM, you're alive!" She blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to make them clear. Her Mother was still standing there above her. "Aren't you? This isn't a dream or heaven, is it?" "I am alive, darling, and you are still my daughter. You took the gift of the Goddess, the power that could have given you back your dreams, and you used it to shatter my resistance to the healing magic, and then, to give me life." Her Mother gave a huffy sniff of mock disapproval. "In spite of my decision to keep you from wasting the power on me." "Dreams change, mum, and my dreams have changed. Besides, there was no choice. You matter much more to me than a penis. The comparison is laughable." Jacqui tried to get up so she could enfold her Mother in a hug, but weakness dragged her back down. "None of that, Miss. You need rest to regain your strength. Bronwyn is incredulous over what you did tonight." She grinned that wonderful, impish grin of hers. So beloved, Jacqui thought. "Do you know that when you attacked Lancaster, you also Transformed every known member of the Brotherhood at the same time?" Jacqui shook her head, surprised at that. "Yes indeed. Now almost every Sister has a newborn daughter to raise. Quite a change for all of us, let me tell you. We have centuries of experience with boy babies, but absolutely none with girl babies. Bronwyn took Lancaster, and has named her Lani. She thinks he, or rather, she thinks Lani has the potential to be a Priestess, with a lot of love and the right training and upbringing." "What happens if they learn the Transformation Spell?" Jacqui asked. "If you are worried about a resurgence of that faction of the Brotherhood, don't be. You did your job very well. They were all newborns. We just did the Birth Rites on them. None of them will ever wield the Dark Power again." "You know what is really strange, Mum? Lancaster wanted to breach the rift between the Brotherhood and the Sisterhood, to remarry the Power of Darkness with the Power of the Light, and now he will. Only instead of his son doing it as a member of the Brotherhood, *she* will do it as a member of the Sisterhood." She stopped and gathered her courage. "I wanted to kill him, Momma, but at the last instant, you stopped me. What I did was all I could think of doing to prevent him from using that awful power again." Laurie soothed with a gentle physical and magical touch. "Hush. You did just fine. What is really amazing is that in all the centuries of strife between our two factions, we of the Sisterhood never considered using the Transformation Spell that way. We always saw it as a gift. I guess it took someone who did not see it quite that way to find its potential as a weapon." Laurie checked her daughter's forehead and found it cool. "Now, how are you feeling?" "I'm fine, Mum. A little tired, but otherwise really fine." A hand went protectively to her stomach and her healer's touch sought the baby sleeping there. Her child was all right, but different than before, she was surprised to note. A grin lit her face. "My baby is fine, too. And *she* won't have to be Transformed. There will be one more girl baby for the Sisterhood to raise." "You think you are having a daughter? Darling, I told you - our family doesn't have daughters." Jacqui's brows lifted in mute challenge and Laurie blushed. "Well, our children don't start out as daughters. Our eggs reject sperm that carry X chromosomes." "This one started out as a male, too, Mom. But as I told Bronwyn, every male creature within the range of my spell was Transformed. Including Junior." she laughed patting her still flat tummy. "In the end, I did exactly what I told you I would not do. I Transformed my son." Both women shared a chuckle at that irony, then Laurie became serious again. "You know, dear. You will still be able to go back to being a male. You are still on track to learn the Control of the Transformation Spell. You can use it on yourself as those other men in the records did. The part of my original spell that imposed the prohibition against you using the Transformation on yourself still stands since you saved me. However, I would say you will have ample power for the job once you have satisfied all the experience requirements." "And let someone else raise my kid?" Jacqui's look was mutinous and her tones were indignant. "Not bloody likely. We are talking the first female point guard in the NBA here. She is going to need the proper example. Besides. Marcus is her father. Since she is going to be a girl all her life, we can share her with her paternal grandparents. It might make his passing easier on them." Laurie raised an eyebrow in challenge. "Are those your only reasons, Missy?" Jacqui simply grinned. "And I would not give up the love and loving of the Sisterhood for anything, Mom." Jacqui pulled her Mother down into the bed beside her for a quick kiss and hug. "Thank you, Mom." she whispered into Laurie's ear. "Thank you for loving me that much." Another thought struck Jacqui. "Um, Mom?" "What, love?" Laurie murmured against Jacqui's mouth. "You *are* going to be my birthing coach, aren't you? I mean, that isn't something a guy should have to face without his mom there to hold his hand. Even if the guy is a girl, now." And Laurie burst into laughing, happy tears, and was soon joined by her daughter. The End of the New Beginning ------------------ Author's note: My sincere thanks to Mike Allegretto and CaitlynB for starting this all off with their story A Change of Pace. The entire story may be found at: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/transgender/by_authors/Tigger/ and at: www.fictionmania.com tata for now! -- +----------------' 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>