Message-ID: <17275eli$9811170436@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/17275.txt> From: J R D <jrdss@micronet.net> Subject: Change of Power (lots of fiction, romance) [14/14] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 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: <v04003a0eb276c52fdbf3@[206.96.52.91]> Change of Power, Epilogue Now, onto the boring stuff ------------------------- DISCLAIMERS ------------------------- This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, and is not intended for the perusal of minors. Further if perusal of such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story. This story remains the property of the author. Permission is granted to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from this story. All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental. This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that may be broken within the story. ------------------------- Now onto the fun stuff ------------------------- CHAGE OF POWER EPILOGUE... Julie paced frantically in her house. Bronwyn sat on the couch reading a magazine. Julie said, "He's not coming. He's decided to abandon me after all." Bronwyn sighed. "Julie, stop worrying. He sent us both a telepathic message saying he was going to be late. He promised to be here. Now relax." Julie sat on the edge of the couch, but she was as tense as a tightened harp string. And when the knock on the door came, she almost covered the distance in one leap. She threw open the door to see Joe standing there. She lurched forward and threw her arms around him. She expected nothing in response, but was pleasantly surprised when he returned the embrace. After a few seconds, he whispered, "I missed you, mom." She finally looked up, with tears in her eyes and asked, "I'm sorry for what I did. Do you forgive me?" "I'm willing to give you a chance. But let me introduce your grandkids right now." Joe turned back to the door and said, "Kids." A dark-skinned twelve year old girl dressed in jeans and a t-shirt strode in like she owned the place. She looked around, and said, "Cool place, dad." Joe smiled. "Mom, Bronwyn, meet Tasha. Tasha, this is Bronwyn and your grandmother." Tasha said, "Hey, how's it going?" and walked over and hugged each in turn. "Mind if I look around?" Julie nodded. After Tasha bounded off into the kitchen Julie said, "She's certainly... bold." Joe laughed. "She takes after her mother that way. Her mother was a warrior from a tribe deep in the Amazon jungle. Social niceties weren't high on her list." There was a light knock on the door. A girl who looked exactly like Tasha, except she was wearing a dress, was standing there, looking around the edge of the door. "Dad, can we come in now?" "Come on in." The girl stepped in, holding the hand of another little girl. "This is Inya," Inya let go of the other little girl's hand long enough to curtsy, "and the little one is Norma." Norma tried to imitate her sister's actions. It was a little stilted and less practiced, but looked fairly well done for her age. "Girls, this is Bronwyn and your grandmother." The girls waited patiently until Julie went to one knee, and said, "Come on over and give your grandma a hug." The girls ran over and threw their arms around Julie. After the hug, Julie and Bronwyn heard a pretty, young feminine voice say, "You're a pretty lady," right into their minds. Joe then said, "Norma is a natural telepath. But she also hasn't used her biological voice since her mother died." Inya said, "We all try to get her to speak, but so far she can't." Julie said, "That's okay. If you just want to mindspeak to me, you go right ahead." Norma smiled and hugged her grandma. Then Inya asked, "Dad, can I... should I share my secret?" Joe nodded. "I think they need to know." "What secret?" Joe said, "Where Tasha takes after her mother in personality, Inya takes after her in body." Bronwyn said, "But they're identical twins. Aren't they?" "Almost." Joe nodded to his daughter. Inya stepped back a little, then rubbed the jewel on the bracelet on her arm. Her clothes unraveled then flowed into the bracelet, leaving her standing there in just her bracelet. Her body then shifted and flowed until there was a small black panther standing there with a bracelet around its front paw. Then in a mental voice, Inya said, "The bracelet also lets me speak to you mentally. I'm one of my mom's pride. A Bastet. A werecat." Then Tasha came back to the room carrying a big hunk of chocolate cake. "This is pretty good, grandma. You bake it or is it store bought?" Both Inya and Norma looked to Julie and asked, "Can we have some?" Julie sighed. But with a big smile on her face, she said, "I was planning on saving that till after dinner, but since your sister's already gotten into it, go ahead." Both of the girls said, "Yeah!" and ran to the kitchen; Inya bounding right over the couch in her panther form. Julie smiled and felt about ready to burst with joy. She turned and said, "Thank you, Joe." "There's one thing more, mother." "What?" Julie wondered if maybe Joe was going to give her some kind of warning, but his tone didn't seem to imply that. Joe turned to the door and said, "Okay." A boy in his teens then stepped into the doorway. "Mom, this is your grandson Steven." Julie was about to breakdown in tears of joy. "But I thought you said he was off limits." "The reason I was late was because Steven has decided to give being a member of the Sisterhood a try. We were taking some time to discuss it to make sure he knew what he was getting into." Julie walked over to Steven and took his hands. "Are you sure?" Steven said, "Yeah, grandma. I've spent a long time thinking about it." Julie embraced Steven, the tears flowing freely. When they broke, Julie asked, "Can you do me a favor?" Steven said, "Sure. What is it?" "Do you mind if we wait a few months before Transformation? The mistake I made with your father was not getting to know him before his Transformation. I'd like to get to know my grandson before you become my granddaughter." "Okay, grandma. I can do that." Then, from the kitchen, they heard, "If you guys want any cake, you better get in here!" As Steven escorted Julie into the kitchen, Bronwyn walked over and wrapped her arm around Joe's waist. "Were you trying to talk him out of it?" Joe put his arm around her shoulder. "No. Joanie is a part of me, just as Bronson is a part of you. Being Joanie helped balance me and make me a better person. But I wasn't Joanie. So when do my kids meet your kids? Don't you have a daughter a little younger than me?" "Sure, throw that up in my face." "Don't worry, old woman, I'll take it easy on you." Bronwyn swatted his butt as they walked to the kitchen. While they were getting to know each other in the kitchen, Joe heard the Goddess's voice ask, "So did I do well by you?" Joe smiled and thought back, "Don't rub it in." ---------- All comments, suggestions, etc. may be sent to me at jrdss@micronet.net -- +----------------' 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>