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Hi, all

It's been a while since I last posted, but that Life Real (I refuse to say
it in its proper order because it then becomes a dirty word) thing got in
the way again.

This story is a repost.  The original story is on the archive sight, but
thanks to a lousy email program got corrupted before geting sent.  Well,
I've got a new program and this reposting should come through clean. All
hail the makers of ****** (to avoid problems about advertising 8-) )

I'm reposting this because it's the pre-quel to the story I just wrote.
The new story should be found under ES-Elizabeth and ES-Lynn (Don't ask why
two, just open the first and read it to get the story on the story)

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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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,
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.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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WITCH'S STORY

Good day.  I'm not exactly sure why I'm writing this.  Maybe it's
confession, maybe it's just a way for me to get my thoughts on paper before
I try to fix the problem.  I don't know.

To start with, a little information about me.  I'm a Witch.  Not a member
of the Wiccan religion, but a real live, bonafied, card-carrying,
spell-casting Witch (ok, the reason I'm card-carrying is that I like to
cast a spell that produces a card that says WITCH in nice Old English style
print.  It's a neat party trick, but really a frivolous use of my
abilities).  I am the offspring of a female Witch and a human male (please,
no "Bewitched" jokes).

Before we go any further, let me disabuse any readers of some of the common
myths about Witches.  As a rule, we don't have cloven hooves, third
nipples, use black cats, stand over weird cauldrons mixing bubbling brews,
or many of the other commonly held misconceptions about Witches.  Where do
these ideas come from?  Two things, the Transformation and the Crutch.
What, you may ask, are these two things?

I'll start by explaining the Crutch.  Every Witch (and the male
counterpart, Warlock) uses a casting aid, something to focus the mind, so
as to allow a spell to go off.  The Crutch is always something hard for the
Witch to do, but not impossible.  A Witch who is lousy at cooking might be
required to concoct a nice food while casting a spell (hence the cauldron
bit), a Witch with a mild allergy to cats might have to stroke and pet a
cat in order to use her magic.  My crutch?  I have to rhyme my spells.  And
believe me, it's not as easy as you might think.

Now onto the Transformation.  During the birthday of the year following any
multiple of six (7, 13, 19, etc.) the Witch gains their powers and
undergoes a physical transformation and picks up an unusual physical trait
(a third nipple, a tail, cloven hooves, etc).  Although not a hard and fast
rule, the older the change, the more powerful the Witch, and the more
radical the transformation.  As for when the Transformation occurs, about
10% occur at age 7, 55% at age 13, 25% at age 19, 9.5% at age 25, and less
than 1/2% occur during later years.  My own occurred at the age of 31.  And
believe me, looking back at it, the extra power wasn't worth it.  I'd've
much rather it occurred at an earlier age or not at all.

"Not at all?" you ask.  "How is that possible? Aren't you a Witch?"  Yes,
but I'm also the offspring of a human/Witch mating (not as uncommon as you
might think) and only about one in ten of us ever become Witches.  My own
sister is... was a normal human.  And when I got past my 25th birthday
without a Transformation, I figured I was as normal as she.

What was my Transformation?  Let me put it this way, I'm a Witch, not a
Warlock, but when I was born I was given the name, Alexander.  That's
right, I became a woman.  A she-male actually.  I still have my penis.  I
suppose I shouldn't complain.  The two others I know of who Transformed
after their 30th birthday (one at 31, one at 37) suffered much worse.  One
became a centaur, the other's arms became 8 foot octopus tentacles.  But
both of them were descended from a Witch/Warlock mating and were prepared
for the eventuality of a late-life Transformation.

Me, I was in bed with my fiance when I woke up with my new body.  And it
took quite a bit of explaining when she woke with her arms wrapped around
me.  Needless to say, she's no longer my fiance.  Oh, we're still good
friends, but the Transformation was more than an appearance change.  I have
the normal sexual desires of a 31 year old woman.  (Oh, not that I just
went through my Transformation; I've been a Witch for almost fifteen years
now, but I've cast spells to keep my body from aging.  By the way, that's
where the myth of Witches being immortal comes from.  Most Witches don't
live past 90-100 years, but don't look any older than they did when in
their twenties or thirties.)  And believe me, losing all sexual interest in
your partner does tend to put a crimp in a relationship.

I also lost my job.  I was a teacher at a high school, and I don't think
they would've understood my sudden change in appearance.  Oh, I suppose I
could've cast a spell to make everyone think I had always been a woman, but
tampering with minds has three problems; one, it's very tricky,
particularly when done en masse as I would've had to do; two, it tends to
fail at the most inopportune times; and three, it's just plain wrong.
Besides, I didn't just become a woman, I became a living sexual fantasy.
I'm 6' tall (and this after loosing 6" in the Transformation) and my
measurements are 40EE (that's right, I have a double E cup size)-24-36, and
I've got a face that would make a super-model jealous.  And when you look
like that you do not want to have to deal with classes filled with hormone
infested teenage boys.  So I call them up with a story about a family
emergency, tender my resignation, and move.

Now as to my problem.  Seven years ago, my little sister and her husband
were killed by a drunk driver, a drunk driver who now is plagued by a
magical demon that only he can see every time he gets drunk (the ass got
off with 7 years probation thanks to political pull and a wishy-washy
judge).  She was survived by two children, one boy, then 11, and one girl,
then 6.  And since I was their only living family, it fell to me to take
them in.  David (the son) became sullen and moody, and after learning I was
a Witch spent a few months blaming me for not having saved them  (little
help, since I had been doing the same thing).  Elizabeth retreated into her
dance.

When Elizabeth turned 13 was when it all started.  Elizabeth started
developing early, at around 9, and by age 13, she had developed a D cup,
and it was really throwing off her balance for the dance.  Now, I suppose I
should've seen it coming, and better prepared both of them for the
possibility, but I just didn't even see it as a possibility.  It was the
day before Christmas, and it was Elizabeth's birthday, and I was down in
the kitchen, spelling up a cake (I always made a big deal about Elizabeth's
birthday since it came the day before Christmas), when I heard something
that scared me like nothing else in my life.  Elizabeth screamed in terror,
and David yelled "OH MY GOD!"

Without even thinking I recited,

"Firecrackers pop and bombs go boom,
Let me now be in the kids' room"

and I was there.  (Pretty bad, huh?  Believe me, I've come up with worse
rhymes)

Elizabeth was standing in the middle of the room, the back of her leotard
torn out, where a devil's tail (long, slender, prehensile, and with a
pointy tip) had grown through it.  David was on his ass by his bed, his
shirt ripped open, a pair of HUGE tits, tits almost as big as my own,
hanging from his chest.  Now, the beginning of what had happened was
obvious, Elizabeth was a Witch, and had just undergone her Transformation,
and cast a spell on her brother, probably unintentionally, causing him to
grow tits.  Why didn't I see it coming?  Because the offspring of the human
offspring of a human/Witch mating has less than a 1 in ten thousand chance
of being a witch.

"What happened?" I yelled.

Elizabeth ran over and wrapped her arms around my legs.  Through a sobbing
voice, she said, "Oh, auntie.  I was dancing and David was standing there
making fun of me and then I felt this strange sensation and all of the
sudden my leotard ripped, I had this tail and David had tits and...
and..."
"Calm down, calm down.  The sensation you had, did it start in your crotch,
run up your spine, go over the top of your head, and stop right here?"  I
touched her forehead, the spot between her eyebrows commonly known among
human mystics as the "third eye".

"Yes."

"And what were you thinking about when you had that feeling?"

"Well, Davey was making fun of me because of... of my..."

"Of your having large breasts for your age?"

"Yeah, and I was wishing he knew what it was to have to deal with big tits."

David said, "Oh my god.  What happened?"

"It seems your sister is a Witch.  She just underwent her Transformation,
and apparently her Crutch is dancing.  So her wish became a spell she cast
on you."

On the verge of hysteria, David asked, "Can't you get rid of these things?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe?  I thought you were supposed to be the most powerful witch alive!"
I think I should mention here something about human/Witch half-breeds such
as myself.  At first thought, it might seem that being half-human would
dilute the powers of the Witchly side, but, in point of fact, the exact
opposite is true.  The human half acts like the grounding prong in a
three-prong plug, allowing the Witch to handle a much higher level of
power.  So between my late-life Transformation, my human half, and my
birthday falling on a high holy day for witches (Halloween), it was no
boast when David called me the most powerful Witch alive.

But seeing David on the verge of a breakdown, I said,

"By the morning's dawn,
Hysteria be gone"

Almost immediately, David calmed down, caught his breath, and asked,
"Please, aunt Sarah, can't you get rid of these?"

"David," no one called him Davey except for his sister, "even before my
Transformation, I was a teacher, and that didn't change after.  My
specialty is teaching new Witches how to control their powers."

"Well, doesn't that include counter-spells?"

"The basics, yes.  But spell casting is an art form, and spells that work
against other spells is a particularly tricky branch of magic.  Now don't
worry, I'll go call someone and see what the best course of action is.
Wait here."

I then walked downstairs, picked up the receiver, and said,

"One of the saddest films is Old Yeller,
Connect me with a master counter-speller"

The phone rang, and the other end picked up.  "Hello, Dawn's Magic Shop."

"Yes, this is Witch Sarah.  I'm looking for a master counter-speller."

"This is Witch Dawn speaking."  Now another aspect of the Witch sub-culture
is that, when we call each other on the phone, we simply call ourselves
Witch (or Warlock).  It saves time and energy, not having to cast spells
that let us know whether we're talking to a human or Witch.  Now you might
wonder why we're not worried about a human hearing us say we're Witches.
Well, point blank, most humans just don't believe we exist, so they just
blow it off when we say it.

Quickly I outlined the problem, and Dawn told me about some problems and
gave me the number of a specialist in Ireland.  I contacted him, dialing
the number manually.  I explained what had happened, and he told me some
bad news.

David was making his way downstairs when I hung up.  "Well what's going on?
How do we get rid of these?"

"We don't."

"What?  Why not?"

"I contacted both a master counter-speller and an expert in Witchly
Transformations.  Both agree.  Elizabeth's powers are in a state of flux.
Any counter-spells cast against her before it stabilizes could cause her
irreparable damage."

"Well, can't they be hidden or something?"

"Hiding the effects of a spell is a form of counter-spell."

"Well, how long till they can be counter-spelled?"

"Three to six months."

"Three to six months?  You mean I've got to deal with these tits for up to
half a year?!"

"Possibly longer."
"What?  Why?"

"After three to six months, your body and the spell may adapt to each
other, in which case the only person who can counter-spell it safely will
be Elizabeth.  And it could be as much as three years before she has enough
skill and experience to counter a major transformation like the one you've
undergone."

"Three years?  Can't you do something?"

"Elizabeth, why don't you go upstairs and get ready for your birthday party
while I talk with your brother."

"Auntie?" Elizabeth said tentatively.

"Yes, hun?"

"What about this?"  She brought her tail around in front of her.

"Wrap it around your leg and wear loose pants.  I'll cast a veil-spell just
before the party to make it less noticeable."

"Yes, ma'am."

After Elizabeth went upstairs, David asked, "If you can cast a spell to
cover her tail, why not to cover these breasts?"

"David, after your sister wraps her tail around her leg and gets those
pants on, the only thing that'll show is a small bump at the base of her
spine.  I can cover that with a spell that basically starches the back of
her pants.  These," I waved at David's new chest, "are not exactly small
things to cover up."

"Isn't there anything you can do?"

"David, I'll be honest.  Even if those specialists had told me I could
counter-spell this immediately, I had decided before I called that you were
at least going to spend the rest of Christmas vacation with tits."

"Why?!"

"Ever since your parents died, you have been sullen, moody, and at times,
just plain nasty to everyone around you.  Now I did my best to be
understanding and tolerant because of your loss, but a few months ago, you
started getting nasty to your sister, who, in case you've forgotten, has
lost just as much as you have."

"But, I didn't..."

"Didn't what?  Want to hurt her?  Didn't mean it?  David, there is NO
excuse for the way you have treated your sister.  Your teasing has been
just plain mean.  Hell, you've been worse than a lot of the bullies she
goes to school with."

"Okay, I get the point.  But 6 months?  I'm supposed to graduate in 5.
Isn't there anything that can be done?"

"Well, I wasn't going to tell you, but the second expert I contacted said
there might be something we could do."

"I'll do anything."

"It's not something that we can do today, so why don't you go upstairs and
help your sister get dressed for her party."

"Yes, ma'am."

Luckily for all of us, the party went off without a hitch.  Nobody noticed
that every so once in a while, Elizabeth's right pant leg moved a little
strangely.  I traded recipe's for cakes with some of the mothers who stayed
around to help look after the kids, and flirted with the single fathers.
And believe me, if I hadn't had a houseful of kids, I probably would've
fucked one or more right in the middle of the kitchen.

I feel I should mention, a Witch can cast spells that cover her
Transformation.  The spells just won't last longer than 12 hours, and can
only be cast once every other day.  So I can make it with three guys at a
time (and have done so), with them being none the wiser.  Now maybe you
think I'm a slut because of that, but remember, I have the normal sex drive
of a 31 year old woman, and a woman reaches her sexual peak at the age of
35. (And I haven't had sex in the last seven years.  I'm a little
frustrated, as you might imagine.)

After the party, everybody went home.  A few offered to help clean up, but
didn't press the issue when I refused.  Not that I blame them, it was
Christmas Eve.  I cast the spells to clean up, create and decorate the
tree, and move all the presents from their hiding places to under the tree
(after seven years of this, I could rattle those spells off in my sleep).
I waited for Santa (he is a real being, it's just human disbelief that
prevents him from visiting human homes) then went to bed.

The next day, we passed out presents, and I saved one special one for last.
David was actually in good spirits that morning, even though his tits kept
slipping out of the robe he was wearing.  After everything was passed out,
I handed the present to David.  He opened it, and held up the contents.  It
was a full-length dress that was all the rage with the 17-19 crowd, well
amongst the women at least.

"What is this?" he asked.

"Your possible cure."

"What do you mean?  I have to wear a dress?"

"Not exactly.  The second expert I talked to, the one who has studied
Transformation, and Transformation induced spells, is of the opinion, that
if Elizabeth's wish is fulfilled then the spell could be broken and you'd
return to normal."

"Her wish?"

"Remember, she wished you'd know what it's like to have to deal with big
tits."

"Well, I've gone almost a day with these, and I am sorry for the teasing I
did.  Isn't that enough.  Haven't I learned enough?"

"David, you haven't learned a fraction of what it's like.  You haven't
learned what it's like to talk to a man and know that he doesn't even see
your face.  You don't know what it's like to hear small minded women
whisper just loud enough for you to hear that you must be some kind of slut
just because you're big busted.  You don't know about the teasing, the
harassment, anything about looking like a big busted sex kitten."

"But a dress?"

"David, the only way you're going to be able to go outside with those tits
without drawing a lot of really bad attention to yourself is if you let me
cast a spell to make you look like a woman."

"I thought you said you couldn't change me."

"I can't tamper with your tits, but I can change the rest of you to match
your breasts."

"And if I do this, I'll change back?"

"Maybe, no guarantees."

"And what happens if this doesn't break the spell?"

"We experience a sudden family emergency, and move to another town.  The
school will send your records to the new school we enroll you in, but the
school gets the records of a girl rather than of David."

Elizabeth asked, "Please, Davey.  I've always wanted a sister.  And it
won't be forever."

Now, despite his cruel treatment of his sister, David did love her, and
really couldn't deny her anything she asked for (it was why, at the age of
18, he was still sharing a room with her).  So, it was no surprise when he
sighed, and said, "Okay.  I guess it's best for all concerned."

"How complete do you want your disguise?"

"Complete?"

"Well, you've seen me in the nude.  Do you want a body like mine, where you
retain your manhood?  Or do you want to go all the way?"

David gulped.  "All the way?"

"Do you want a cunt and vagina?"

Elizabeth started something with, "David, could you -?"

But I quickly stopped her.  "Elizabeth, this is David's decision.  Let him
make it on his own."

David asked, "Do I have to get rid of my cock?"

"Of course not.  I wouldn't offer if you did."

"Then I'll keep it."

"Don't be so hasty.  There are some drawbacks.  If you keep your dick
you'll have to be very careful about where you go and what you wear."

"What do you mean?"

"No going to the public pool.  You won't be able to shower in the group
showers they have.  If you go to the gym, you'll have to go in sweats
rather than change there.  You'll have to avoid tight pants.  In fact you
should avoid pants whenever possible.  And if you ever go into a public
restroom where the stalls have no doors, you'll have to be very careful
that no one sneaks a peek."

David thought about it for a minute, and said, "I still want to keep it."

"Okay.  Stand up," I told him while standing myself.  David stood and I began.

"Painter's paint and Carpenter's nail,
Let David's form now be female"

The magic leapt from my fingers and swirled around David.  He then shrunk
down a half foot (from 5'10" to 5'4"), his waist and shoulders contracted,
his hips widened, his legs and arms thinned and tapered, the hair on them
disappearing, his face took a more definitely female cast, and his nails
and hair lengthened.

David brought his arms up, his hands no longer long enough to pass the
cuffs.  "What about my clothes?" he asked in a very womanly voice.

"Ice will chill and cocoa will warm,
Let David's clothes fit his new form"

Most of the magic (in the form of many sparkles) shot upstairs to David's
room, but one magic sparkle flew over and touched David.  Since his new
form was so much smaller than his old, the robe he was wearing had fallen
open and I could see his boxers.  But when the magic touched him the boxers
shrank and became a pair of sheer, hi-cut panties (silk of course).  His
robe shrank and shifted to match his new body, became thinner and
translucent, and picked up a nice pink ruffle along all its edges.

David cinched up the robe.  "Okay, now I guess I'm ready to face the world
as a girl."

Something was wrong though.  I gave him the once over, then noticed what it
was.

"By the power of the witches of yore,
David, now gain a woman's behavior"

A blast of magic shot from my fingertips, and struck David in the head.

In his new lilting voice, David asked, "What was that for?"

"Untie your robe."  David gave me a quizzical look, but did as I said (we
were not a family that had any taboos on nudity).  "Now retie it."  David
shrugged and did as asked.  "Much better."

"What's better?"

Elizabeth told him.  "Davey, a girl ties her robe right over left.  After
Aunt Sarah made you look like a girl, you still tied it left over right
like a boy.  Now you're tying it correctly."

David looked down and saw that the right panel of his robe was on top.  A
little bit of fear entered his voice as he asked, "Am I going to start
liking boys?"

"No.  You'll just be sure to behave like a girl in all those actions that
we normally don't think about.  Now you look, act, and even sound like a
girl.  Which brings up another question.  What do you want to be called?"

"Called?"

"We can't call you David.  Or for that matter, Davey or Dave, or anything
like that.  Those are boys' names.  So, you need to chose a girl's name."

David thought about it and said, "How about Daphne?"

"It's a beautiful name.  Daphne it is.  Now, one last thing.

Although doing so may seem to be horrid,
Let this family produce Daphne when we think of David"  (Ouch.  That one
barely made it)

A magical feeling passed over us.  "There.  Now we'll always remember to
say or write Daphne instead of David when thinking of you."

"So now I'm Daphne?"

"For the time being.  If you ever get lost, and wonder what a girl might
do, just go ahead and lose yourself in the spells."

"Okay, so what do we do now?"

"We get ready for our Christmas movie."  One of the biggest advantages to
being able to cast spells is that you save lots and lots of time.  A
Christmas feast that would take a normal human all day to make, I can whip
up in a few seconds.  So our family had made it a Christmas tradition to
spend all day at the movie theater, catching two or three matinees before
going home for our Christmas meal.

"You mean we're going to go out with me like this?"

"What do you think all this spelling has been for?"

"But?"

"Relax, you'll do fine."

"Well, okay, if you say so.  Come on, Lizard," David's pet name for
Elizabeth, "let's go get ready."

As the newly rechristened Daphne took Elizabeth upstairs, I cast another
spell,

"Because a surfer likes to shoot the curls,
Let Daphne's room now be a girl's."

After about an hour, Daphne and Elizabeth came down.  Elizabeth was in a
new floral print dress that I had picked up for her birthday and looked the
perfect image of young beauty.  But Daphne...  Daphne was stunning.  He had
decided on the new dress I had bought, which hugged his new form
beautifully.  His make-up and hair had been expertly done (thanks to the
spells, Daphne now had all the knowledge he needed to pass as a girl) and
strode down the stairs with divinely feminine grace (and this despite the
3" heels he had decided on).  He had chosen a small purse with a thin strap
that was now slung over his shoulder.

Daphne walked up, saying, "That was amazing.  My entire half of our room
had changed.  Different sheets, blankets, my dresser was covered in
make-up, hair spray, and other girl stuff."

"The benefits of magic."

"Y'know, I thought I'd have a lot of trouble getting the bra on, and
walking in heels, but it just seems natural now, like I've been doing it
all my life.  And I just seemed to know how to apply my make-up.  Was that
your doing, too?"

"Of course.  An eighteen year old girl who doesn't know how to apply
make-up or walk in heels would draw way too much attention."

"Of course, there is a drawback now."

"What's that?"

"Now I can't really get mad at girls when they're late.  I never realized
how complicated it was getting ready to go out as a lady."

I laughed a bit, checked to make sure that Elizabeth had her tail wrapped
around her waist, under her blouse and then sent everybody out to the car.
We went to the movies and watched the first two movies without incident.
Shortly after the start of the third, Daphne had to use the bathroom.  She
returned a little while later and started munching on some popcorn.
Shortly afterwards the manager came up and asked us to come to his office.

"What's the problem?"

"Please, ma'am, I'd like to discuss this in my office."

As we walked upstairs, I asked Daphne, "Do you know what this is about?"

"Uhm, maybe."

"What?"

"Well, after I got done in the bathroom, one of the guys from the
concession stand tried to press up on me.  I tried to let him know I wasn't
interested, but he wouldn't take the hint."

"So what did you do?"

"Kneed him in the groin.  Got a round of applause from the ladies he works
with."

And I want to let everybody who is reading this story know that I tried to
keep a straight, serious face, but I couldn't help smiling at what had
happened.  I am of the personal opinion that any man who gets a knee to the
groin, in all likelihood, deserves it.  And this sounded like no exception.

When we got up to the office, the manager sat down and waved his hand at
the seats across from him (making me realize that this man was no
gentleman).  "Miss, we have a problem."

"Oh?" I asked, as coyly as possible.

"It seems your daughter," waving at Daphne.

"Niece," I corrected him.

"Your niece assaulted one of my workers.  Now, I don't want to make a
scene, so I'll just refund your money if you and your family leave quietly."

As he started to reach into his desk, I said, "No."

He stopped short.  "Excuse me?  Do you want the police involved?"

I looked at his nameplate.  "Mister Jackson, my niece informed me of what
happened.  It seems your employee tried to, in the common vernacular, push
up on her.  Now I may be older than I look, but I am not so out of touch
that I don't know what that particular phrase means."  The manager tried to
say something, but I went on without letting him speak.  "She then
attempted to tell him that she had no interest in him, but he refused to
get the hint and refused to let her return to the theater.  So she
responded in the only way possible.  Getting a round of applause from the
jerk's co-workers, I might add.  So if you want to get the police
involved," I picked up the phone and handed it to him, "you go right ahead."

"But she-"

"She nothing.  Mister Jackson, how would you like me to contact some of the
local women's groups and tell them that not only do you employ overgrown
boys who have nothing to do but harass young women on the job, but defend
their hormonally charged bull rather than disciplining them for
inappropriate business behavior.  I'm sure the owners of this theater, your
bosses, would love to see the news reports of women picketing the theater
over your sexist business practices."

The manager gulped.  "Well, I suppose we could just forget all this happened."

"Oh, no, no, no.  You ruin our movie, accuse my niece of inappropriate
behavior, try to run us off, then think you're just going to blow this
off?"  Did I neglect to mention that, ever since my Transformation, I have
gained the opinion that the similarities between the pronunciation of witch
and bitch are not a coincidence?  "You will reimburse us for the movie, you
will apologize for wasting our time, you will, in front of your employees,
apologize to my niece for your employee's improper behavior, and then you
will make especially sure to discipline said employee for said improper
behavior.  Got it?"

The manager stammered out an acknowledgement and an apology, refunded our
money, then apologized to Daphne in front of the employees.  We went back
and finished the movie.  As we left, I gave the manager a look that let him
know I hadn't been kidding about starting a boycott.

When we got home I asked Daphne, "So how did you like your first day as a
woman?"

"Well, except for that bit with the movie guy, it was kind of fun."

"Well, I hate to say it, but get used to it.  Boys don't tend to start
acting more mature for a few more years.  And even at my age, you run into
far too many like him."

"Yeah, but you really put that manager in his place."

"Well that, my dear, was one of the advantages of being a woman.  When
people mistreat you, as long as you handle it intelligently, you get to act
like a bitch and nobody says boo.  Now it's time for you and your sister to
get ready for dinner."

"Okay."

As Daphne and Elizabeth prepared for dinner, I cast the spells that made
dinner (dinner always tastes better when I use a separate spell for each
dish).  We had a really good dinner (I must say, I spell up a great
dinner), and Daphne took Elizabeth upstairs when she fell asleep at the
table (another Christmas ritual we've got).  After a few minutes, Daphne
came down and asked, "Can I talk to you?"

Now this was surprising.  Usually, David stays upstairs after Christmas
dinner and reads, and my spells wouldn't have changed his behavior that
much.  "Sure.  What about?"

"Well, while we were getting ready for dinner, Elizabeth and I were
chatting.  She's a lot more vocal with her sister than she was with her
brother.  And, well, I think there's something you should chat with her
about."

"What?"

"Well, it seems there's this boy she really likes at school, and she's
worried about a little something."

"What?  There's not much I can tell her about being a teenage girl.  Don't
forget, up till my 31st birthday, I was a boy myself."

"It's not that."

"Well what then?"

"I'll give you a hint.  Her problem and these," Daphne lifted his tits and
dropped them, "came into existence at about the same time."

"Oh, her tail."  Daphne nodded.  "Don't worry, I'll talk to her in the
morning."

"Okay."

When Daphne just stood there for a while, I asked, "Is there anything else?"

"When I was at the theater in line for popcorn there was this one girl at
the concession stand who I felt was really attractive.  And, if the guy in
front of me hadn't jostled my tits when he turned around, I think I
would've asked her out."

"Yes?"

"Well, didn't your spell make sure I'd act like a woman?  Shouldn't I be
attracted to guys now?"

"Like I said before, no.  That'd be way too fundamental a change.  You'd
lose a major part of being David if I had done that."

"So what's to stop me from hitting on some babe I meet in the mall before I
remember what I've become?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?  But I'm Daphne now."

"So Daphne's a lesbian.  I'm sure that'll break a few boys' hearts when
they find that this big tittied babe only likes other babes, but, oh well."

Daphne's face brightened immediately.  "Thanks."  He turned, took a couple
steps, then turned back and asked, "Do you really think I'm a babe?"

"Honey, you're as good looking a woman as you were a man."

"You think I was a good looking guy?  I didn't have that many dates."

"That's because you never asked the ladies out.  Really, the sullen, moody
routine played itself out long ago."

Daphne walked over and looked in the wall mirror.  After looking at himself
for a while, he said, "Was I really this good looking as a boy?"

"Sure.  If it weren't for the fact that I knew you had no interest in
dicks, I'd have asked you to share my bed long ago."

Daphne blushed crimson.  "Aunt Sarah!"

"Oh, don't Aunt Sarah me."

"But we're related."

"Hun, Witches are not subject to any of the problems inherent in
inbreeding, so we never developed any of those taboos against incest.  And
norm descendants to the second generation share that advantage, so you
could make it with any of your distant cousins with no risks at all.  In
fact, your mother and I lost our virginity to each other back when she was
dating.  She wanted to know what it was like and whether or not it would be
worth it to let her boyfriend get into her pants."

Daphne blushed again.  "Okay, this is way more than I needed to know."

I gave a light hearted laugh.  "Okay, sorry."

Daphne considered it for a while, then asked, "Aunt Sarah?"

"Yes?"

"Would you... teach me to make love to a woman?  I mean if I ever get a
woman to go out with me as Daphne, and I don't know how to make love to her
as a woman, it'd really show I wasn't born like this."

It was a silly excuse.  If Daphne got a woman into his bed, it wouldn't be
his lack of knowledge about being a woman that betrayed him.  "Are you
sure?"

Daphne nodded and I took him by the hand and led him upstairs.  As we went,
I cast the spell to give me the body of a full woman. (A Mastered spell of
mine.  A Mastered spell is a spell that a Witch has taken the time to study
and build so that she no longer needs to resort to the Crutch to cast it.
Spells that hide the Transformation are part of most Witches' Master
repertoires.)  I knew Daphne was having trouble resolving his feelings of
lust towards me, so I wanted to make it as easy as possible on him.

When we got upstairs we embraced passionately.  Daphne needed no help from
me in knowing how to kiss.  I helped him out of his dress, as he helped me
out of mine.  After he removed my slip, he said, "Where's your dick?"

"I got rid of it for now.  You want to know how to make love to a woman, so
I made myself all woman."

He said, "You didn't have to do that," but I could tell from his tone of
voice that he was grateful I had.

But I smiled and said, "I know, but I wanted to."  We finished undressing
and sat on the bed together.  Daphne's hands started wandering my body.  I
had to grab his hands and slow him down.  He seemed very anxious to
experience everything about sex as quickly as possible.  "Relax, Daph.
We've got all night."

Daphne got the hint, and took his time exploring every inch of my body.  He
then kissed me, slowly pressing me to the bed.  He was about to mount me,
and oh, how I wanted him inside me, but I had a responsibility to teach him
the proper way to treat a lady, so I stopped him.  "More foreplay, hun.
Take your time with a lady."

"Uhm, what would you like me to do?"

"Kiss your way down my neck, and then kiss my tits with a lot of little,
gentle kisses.  While you're doing that, gently rub my side with your hand.
Stroke with firm, but gentle pressure.  Love is not a race.  Take your
time."

Daphne slowly kissed and loved my right tit, then repeated the procedure
with the other.  He soon had me begging for him.  He climbed up on top of
me, slowly rubbed his dick against my clit, until I was panting with desire
and need.  He then pushed into me, pressing his body on mine, pressing his
tits to mine.  We started moving together, slowly at first, but quickly
picking up speed.  To his credit, Daphne tried to keep it slow to give me
as much as she could.  But after a seven year dry spell, I couldn't help
myself, and was moving like an out of control wildcat underneath him.

After we came together, we lay there for a little while until Daphne
re-initiated our love making.  After some brief foreplay, he was hard as a
rock again.  This time he wanted to be on the bottom trying the female
superior position.  I straddled myself over his hips and slowly took him
into me.  Now I was curious about how sensitive Daphne's tits were and
started rubbing them.  And judging from the sudden gasp, and the way he
arched his back, I guessed that he felt much the same thing I did when
someone rubs my tits.  Soon, he was bucking under me, as I had just done
under him.

After we spent a few minutes just cuddling, I told him, "You better go back
to your bed.  You know how upset your sister gets when she wakes up and
you're not there."

"Yeah, you're right."  Daphne got up and started to pick up his clothes,
but I told him to just leave them.  "Are we still going out shopping
tomorrow?"

"Of course."  Another tradition of ours.  Elizabeth usually got a few gift
certificates for her birthday and Christmas, so we made a tradition of
going out the day after Christmas and blowing them all, as well as a few
hundred of my own dollars (I feel I should mention that all Witches have a
certain amount of prescient ability they can tap, so predicting things like
the stock market, or horse races is really easy.  The only time you find a
poor Witch is when the Witch decides to be poor).  Although David had never
shown any real interest in going on these trips, neither had he made any
effort to get out of them.  "Do you want out of it?  You should try to
spend as much time in public as possible so as to really get the big busted
experience."

"Oh, I'm not complaining, I was just thinking about what I wanted to wear
tomorrow."  Daphne then returned to his room.

Curious, I got up and looked at his bra size, which turned out to be a 36G.
A larger cup size than mine, but with a smaller frame, meaning overall, his
tits were slightly smaller than mine.

The next morning I got up and looked for a certain photo album I had.  When
I heard Elizabeth and Daphne moving about upstairs, I went to their room
and knocked on the door.  "Come in," Elizabeth yelled.

I walked in, the photo album in hand.  "I've got something I want to show
both of you."

"What is it?" Daphne asked.

"A photo album, filled with special photos."  I sat on the edge of Daphne's
bed, and Elizabeth and Daphne sat on my sides.  "Now before I show you
these photos there are a few things.  You must never discuss what you see
in this album outside the family.  You must never show any of your friends
this, or even hint that it exists.  Understand?"

Both Daphne and Elizabeth nodded.  Daphne asked, "What's in it?"

"Family photos."

"Photos?  What's the big deal?"

I opened the album saying, "They're photos from your Grandmother's side of
the family."  We spent the next few hours looking over photos of the
Witches in our family.  Photos that showed Witches openly displaying their
Transformation changes.  Included amongst them were things like bat ears,
cat's eyes, cat's tails, and even a few full-body Transformations (where
the body becomes a human/animal crossbreed).

Finally we came to a photo I knew was in there, and Daphne said, "That guy
looks pretty normal.  What's his Transformation?"

"Nothing.  That's your Grandfather.  A normal human being.  And the lady
with him is your Grandmother."

Then Elizabeth noticed it.  "Gramma has a tail like mine!"

"I was hoping you'd notice that.  Daphne told me that you were worried
about telling people about your tail.  Now you have to be very careful
about who you tell about it, but there are a good percentage of people who
will be tolerant and understanding of your... difference."

"Cool.  Whatever happened to Gramma and Granpa?"

This was a bad spot for me and I started crying.  Daphne put her arm around
me and asked, "Aunt Sarah, what's wrong?"

"When I was sixteen, dad was involved in a job related accident.  He was an
architect, and a section of building collapsed when he was checking out the
sight, killing him instantly.  After that, mom... well, she just wasn't the
same.  She was depressed and sad all the time.  The depression disrupted
the spells keeping her disease-free and young.  She died a couple years
later from an infected wound she got while cutting up some chickens for
dinner."  I sniffled back the tears and said, "You two go ahead and look at
that.  But don't take too long.  We want to get to the after-Christmas
sales early."

As I was leaving Daphne ran up to me and asked, "Aunt Sarah, what'd Grandpa
really think about Grandma's tail?"

"Publicly, he told me he found it really sexy, and loved to feel and stroke
it."

"And privately?"

I dropped my voice to a whisper.  "Your mother and I once snuck a look when
we heard them doing it in their room.  Dad was on top of mom pumping away,
with her tail firmly buried in his ass.  I asked him about it later, and he
told me that some of the best sex he ever had was when she had her tail
firmly inside him."

"Wow."

I shoved him back into the room.  "Now get dressed, young lady."

About an hour later, Elizabeth and Daphne came down the steps.  Elizabeth
was dressed in a simple sun dress with crew socks and low heels, but
Daphne...  Daphne was stunning!  He was dressed in a simple blue dress, but
the way it accentuated his new feminine curves was amazing.  The dress also
did something for Daphne that I thought would make him decide never to wear
such a thing.  It actually displayed Daphne's new cleavage.  Not at lot,
mind you, but that just made it all the more suggestive.  I pulled her
aside before we left and asked if he realized how suggestive his outfit
actually was.

He shrugged, saying, "If I'm supposed to learn what it's like to be a
woman, I should go all out.  Right?"

I just agreed, not wanting to tell him that he'd probably look sexy no
matter what he wore and we left for the mall.  We spent the better part of
the day shopping.  Now, usually David went along and just sat outside the
stores and moped, barely agreeing to carry packages for his sister, but
Daphne really got into the spirit of the trip, going into every store,
making lots of purchases of his own.  After which, we went down to the food
court, and Daphne volunteered to get the food (usually David sat around not
eating anything).

In the mall we were in, the food court surrounds an indoor ice rink (I live
in a city where it's warm all year round and these are the only places to
ice skate in town), and while he was in line, Jason Newell, a friend of
David's, skated up.  Now I think I should mention that most of David's
friends are basically nothing more than teenage hoodlums, but Jason is one
of the few friends of David's that I don't have a problem with.  He's kind,
polite, and actually had the decency to be embarrassed when I caught him
ogling me when he thought I was looking away.  "Hey, Elizabeth, Sarah."  I
let all the kids' friends use my first name, even the hoodlum ones.
"Where's David?"

"David went out of town for the holidays.  Checking out some colleges with
some distant relatives."

"Cool," he said in that nonchalant way kids have of responding to things
when they don't have another thing to say.  At this point Daphne returned
to the table, and Jason's eyes perked up upon seeing him.  "Hello.  I don't
believe we've met.  My name's Jason Newell."  Jason extended his hand, and
Daphne, not knowing what else to do, took it.

"My name's Daphne."

As Jason took her hand, he brought it to his lips, and, like a gentleman
kissing a lady's hand, gently pressed his lips to Daphne's fingers.  "It's
a true pleasure to meet you."

"Daphne," I said by way of explanation, "is a cousin doing the same thing
David is, checking out the local colleges."

"Charming.  If you decide to attend one of the local colleges, let me know.
It may help me decide what college to attend in the fall."  Daphne blushed
a deep crimson.  "So, Daphne, ever done much skating?  They've got skate
rentals here."

Daphne could only stammer out, "Well, uhm, I..."

Saving him, I said, "Daphne hasn't been on skates in years," since before
his parents' death, actually, "and she's grown a bit since then.  She might
not be real steady on her ankles."

Jason smiled.  "Well, if you're worried about falling, I assure you, I will
stay by your side and be there to catch you."

"I don't know.  Aaa," he said almost saying aunt, "cousin Sarah?"

"You're an old enough girl to make your own decision.  Jason's gentleman
enough not to try to take advantage of you, if that's what you're worried
about."

Jason stood up as straight as he could.  "Milady, I assure you, your honor
is safe with me."

"Uhm, okay, I'll go get changed."  As Jason skated away, Daphne leaned down
and asked, "Aunt Sarah, may I borrow your credit card?"

"You have enough for a couple hours skating rental in your purse."

"Yeah, but not for a new skating outfit."

I sighed.  He was right, of course.  The blue dress he was in really wasn't
something he could skate in.  But as I fished the card out of my wallet, I
teased him, saying, "You've sure got the woman's shopping thing down."

He just kissed me on the cheek.  "Thanks."

Before he ran off, I pulled him close, saying, "You be careful out there.
When I told Jason you had grown, we both know it wasn't just in height.
You're a little more top heavy than the last time you hit the ice."

"Okay, I will."

After Daphne ran off, Elizabeth (who had been scarfing burgers during all
this) asked, "Can I go with her?"

"No, hun."

"Why not?"

"Because whether or not she realizes it, Daphne's about to have her first
date.  And that's not something a little sister should be part of."

"Oh."  Elizabeth finished off all her food and then Daphne's while Daphne
skated (magic takes a lot of energy to do).

When Daphne came from the locker rooms, he was dressed in a sweater
designed with his school's colors and a short skirt to match.  At first,
Daphne was unsteady on his feet, and, true to his word, every time Daphne
fell Jason was there to catch him.  But then Daphne got his "ice legs" back
and he and Jason became a vision on the ice, skating together like two
professional figure skaters.  (David had been a great skater, and his
Mother and he had made regular trips to the ice rink when he was young.
But after his parents' death, David refused to even consider putting on a
pair of skates.)

After about a half hour, Elizabeth went and played in the arcade, while I
chaperoned.  An hour later, Daphne and Jason went back to the locker room.
A few minutes later, Jason came out, then, a little later, Daphne followed.
Jason escorted him back to the able, where he gave Daphne a good-bye kiss
(causing her to blush furiously) and went on his way.

"So how'd you like your first date?"

"That wasn't a date.  It was just two friends skating together."

"Hun, David and Jason might be friends, but Jason barely knows Daphne.  And
friends don't give friends good-bye kisses."  Daphne blushed deeply.  "So
are you going to go out with him again?"

"Aunt Sarah!"

"What?  Again with the Aunt Sarahs?  Are you going to go out with him
again?  We both know Jason would never lay a finger on you, no matter what
you look like."

"Well, if he calls before I turn back, I might consider it."

I smiled.  "Go get your sister.  She's in the arcade.  It's time to go
home."We went home, laughing and joking all the way.

We spent the rest of Christmas vacation doing much the same, getting out
and about to get Daphne as much real world exposure as possible.
Surprisingly, Jason made no effort to contact Daphne.  And, by the end of
school break, when David had not reemerged, we called the school, giving
them our fake story of a family emergency, and proceeded to move out of
town.  I decided to move back to L.A. where my ex-fiancee, Andrea, still
lived.  Andrea, like me, was a teacher, and I figured she could help smooth
Daphne's experience at his new school.

When we arrived, she met us at the airport, and we returned to her house.
After getting settled in, and getting the kids to sleep, she and I went
downstairs and had a cup of coffee.  After a bit of idle chatter, she
asked, "So what happened to your nephew, or should I be taking a closer
look at Daphne?"

I smiled.  "You guessed it.  Daphne is really David."

"So David's a Witch like you?"

"Actually, Elizabeth is the Witch.  David's just an unfortunate victim of
his being nasty at exactly the wrong moment."  Quickly, I outlined what had
happened.

"So if Daphne really learns what it's like to have big tits, she'll revert
back to a he?"

"That's the rub.  I have no idea.  All I can say is that it's one
possibility."

"By the way, I want to thank you."

"For what?"

"I look like a 35 year old, despite being 45.  I assume that's your doing?"

"Well, it's the least I could do.  A simple age slowing spell.  I felt I
owed it to you."  I yawned deeply.  "Oh, I'm a lot more tired than I
thought.  I better get to bed.  Or to couch."

"Y'know, you don't have to sleep on that couch.  I've still got the bed we
bought, before...  Well, you know."

"Andrea, I appreciate it.  But I still don't have any interest in women.
At least, not in that way."

Andrea looked disappointed.  "Well, then we'll be a couple of girlfriends
sleeping together."  She took my hands.  "I missed you these last fifteen
years."

I suddenly felt really awkward, but said, "Well, I guess if you understand
there's to be no hanky-panky."

She crossed her heart.  "Promise."

We slept together that night, and the only thing that happened was that
Andrea snuggled in against me, pressing her tits to my back.  It was a nice
feeling, being in the arms of someone who loves you, but it really did do
nothing for me.

The next day Andrea got Daphne and Elizabeth registered at their new school
while I went house hunting.  I was briefly tempted to stay at Andrea's on
her generous offer, but one week after regular school restarted would be
the restart of my Witch school, and I needed to get a house with a big
basement that I could load up with defensive spells, just in case some
student lost control of a spell they were trying.

Over the next month things went pretty smoothly.  Daphne was getting along
fine.  Surprisingly, Daphne turned out to be a straight A student (David
only had a 2.6 GPA). Elizabeth was doing great in her own studies (both
mundane and supernatural).  And Andrea was a regular visitor to our house.
Then she sprung a little surprise on me, for which I will be eternally
grateful to her.

It seemed innocent enough.  Her nephew was coming into town on the same day
as a parent/teacher conference, so she asked me to pick him up at the
airport.  I had no problem with it and no prior obligation so I agreed.
Now I met her nephew, Peter, but at the time, he was a pimply faced little
14 year old who insisted on bothering his Aunt Andrea and her fiancee at
every opportunity.  So I go to the airport with a sign with his name on it
and wait at the gate.  Then I saw him.  This absolute hunk with pecs that
begged to be stroked and an ass of steel stepped from the airplane.  I
think I was lucky not to be drooling as I stared at his chiseled physique.
Then, when he came over and introduced himself as Peter I could barely
stammer out a greeting.  I felt like a bloody fool, barely saying two words
at a time as we got his luggage.  When we got to Andrea's house, she had
left a message on the machine saying that she would be real late, and
suggested that I take Peter out on the town.

When Peter agreed, I decided that I was going to do everything short of
magic to seduce him.  I quickly called Daphne, letting him know not to wait
up for me, then we went out.  Over the course of the evening, I tried every
trick I could to get him to ask me back to his room.  And you know what it
got me?  Nothing.  Nada, zip, zero.  The big goose egg.  As we left the
movie theater, and got into the rental he had (Peter was a successful
lawyer and got a big luxury car) I decided to try blunt honesty.  "Peter, I
don't know if you've realized it, but if you decided to take liberties with
me, I would put NO effort into fighting you off."

Peter blushed a little and said, "I noticed."

"Don't you find me attractive?"

"Oh no, it's not that.  Hell, you're probably the best looking girl I've
ever met."

"So what?"  I dropped my voice a little.  "Are you... gay?"

"No.  Well, maybe.  Well..."  Peter let out a deep breath and said, "It's
just that I've got this... thing for transsexuals.  Chicks with dicks."  My
heart jumped into my throat.  Could it be?  Could Peter maybe be interested
in me as I was?  No spells to get rid of my dick?  "And I don't consider
them guys," he went on, "which is why I really don't consider myself gay."

I took his hand.  "Handsome, you should've told me a lot earlier."  I put
his hand in my crotch.  "We could've saved ourselves a lot of game playing."

Peter looked at me, amazement in his eyes.  He looked me up and down,
clearly not believing that a woman who looked like, well, like me, could
possibly be a she-male.  He leaned forward at the same time as I did.  Our
lips met in a gentle way.  We kissed, Peter's hand never leaving my crotch.
Peter's free hand started stroking my body as he started rubbing my dick
through my skirt.  We started crawling all over one another.  We probably
would've started humping each other right there in the parking lot, if
Peter hadn't bumped the horn as we moved.  We stopped, looked at each other
and laughed.

Peter drove us to a hotel where we got a room.  We were French kissing even
before we got into the room.  As soon as the door closed behind us, we
started disrobing each other.  Peter pulled my blouse off as I practically
ripped his shirt from his body.  I kissed and rubbed his chest as he
unzipped and removed my skirt.  In just my underwear, I went to my knees
before him, took off his pants and underwear, and sucked his now erect dick
into my mouth.  I slowly moved up and down on his dick.  I quickly had him
moaning and thrashing.

Before I could get him to cum (I love the taste of semen) he reached down
and pulled me up so quickly that I found myself flying through the air.  He
caught me in his strong arms and we kissed as he carried me to the bedroom.
He carefully lay me on the bed and with practiced ease unsnapped my bra.
As he pulled the bra from my arms, he gently kissed and loved my tits.
And, just as quickly as I had earlier, he had me thrashing on the bed, but
unlike me, he got me to cum, spraying the inside of my panties with my cum.

He lay beside me, and we kissed.  "As soon as you're ready," he said, "I'd
like to fuck you silly.  If you don't mind, that is."

"Mind?" I said as I removed my panties, exposing my still hard dick (one of
the advantages of becoming a woman through Transformation, I was
multi-orgasmic), "I'm ready now!"

Peter was amazed.  "Wow.  I've never seen a dick that big on a she-male
before."  (I only have a 6" dick, but most she-males' dicks shrink due to
the hormones they take.  Another advantage of a Transformation sex change).

"Does that turn you off?"

"No way.  Anything but."  He took my dick in hand and started stroking.

I moaned loudly.  "Oh, that's so good."  He kissed me as my hips started
thrusting up into his hand.  "Please," I begged, "I want you inside me."

He let go of my dick and said, "Anything for a lady."  I flipped over and
got on my hands and knees.  He got behind me and started tonguing my ass.
After a little while of this I was writhing about in ecstasy.  Peter then
got on his knees behind me, pressing his dick against my asshole.  He
pressed in slowly, far too slowly for my tastes, and he was surprised as I
shoved my hips backwards, jamming him in to the hilt inside me.  I started
squeezing his dick with my ass muscles, eliciting a groan of pleasure from
him.  Peter then reached around, took my dick and one of my breasts in
hand, massaging each as we started moving together.  Soon, I was cumming,
spraying all over the bedsheets, but I surprised Peter as I lost none of my
hardness and just kept bucking in sexual fury.  I came twice more before
Peter finally came inside my ass.

We collapsed together on the bed (me lying in my own cum).  We rolled apart
and kissed.  Seeing I was still hard, Peter then sucked me through two more
orgasms.  Then we fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next day, we had a quickie, showered together, then drove back to my
house.  Seeing Andrea's car there we went inside.  "What are you doing
here?" I asked.

Andrea smiled.  "I figured you'd want some time alone together, so I stayed
here last night."

I went over and, whispering, asked, "Do you know about Peter's... sexual
desires?"

"Of course."

"You're a sneak."  I gave Andrea a kiss on her lips.  "And I love you for it."

"Well," she said with an impish look, "I figured that if I couldn't have
you, at least I can keep you in the family," to which we both smiled.

The next couple weeks went about the same (with Peter and I becoming a real
item) until Daphne did something (to me) totally unexpected.  He started
dating guys.  On the first date, I was worried about him.  If this had been
Jason I wouldn't have worried, but this was Jack Davis, the local captain
of the football team, a boy who tended to swagger about like he owned the
world.  He also had a reputation as a womanizer that even I had heard of.
So, I did something I'm not proud of.  I cast a spell to spy on the two of
them.

The first part of the date went innocently enough.  They went to a movie,
and the only thing the boy did was put his arm around Daphne's shoulder.
After the movie, the two of them went out for pizza.  Then they went to
Eldsmore Park, the local make-out point (Peter and I had visited it a
couple times).  They started kissing and groping each other.  Then, when
Jack's hands started working their way down Daphne's body and I thought I'd
have to get involved, Daphne grabbed Jack's hand and returned it to his
tit.  "Uh-uh," he told Jack, "everything below my waist, I'm keeping for
the person I intend to spend the rest of my life with."

"Good girl," I thought.

But then Jack resorted to the old teenage boy standby, "Oh, come on, baby.
You've got me all hot and bothered.  It's not fair to leave me hanging."

I was furious, and about ready to step through and throttle him.  But then
I was shocked when Daphne reached down and undid Jack's pants.  "Handsome,"
Daphne said, "I said everything below my waist.  In case you haven't
noticed, my mouth doesn't count."  Then Daphne did something that stunned
me into immobility.  He pulled out Jack's dick, leaned down and gave Jack a
blow job.  I stood there and watched with the fascination of someone
staring at an auto accident.  Daphne moved with the motion of an expert
cocksucker (of course Jack just sat there not reciprocating) and soon had
Jack blowing his wad, and Daphne actually swallowed it all.

After Jack came, the two of them snuggled together, Jack finally making
some effort to stroke Daphne's tits.  Then Daphne told him, "Jack, I know
that boys get together and talk about their conquests."  Jack started to
deny it, but Daphne interrupted him, "If you want to tell others about my
cocksucking, I don't mind," shocking me yet again, "but if you ever tell
anyone you got further then that," Daphne grabbed Jack's hand and pressed
it firmly to his tit, "you will never touch me again."

Daphne gave Jack another blow job and then they came home.  Daphne went
upstairs without an explanation, but with a big smile on his face.  I
couldn't say anything, after all, I had been spying on him, and he had done
nothing under duress, and it was up to him what he did on a date.

Daphne and Jack broke up after a month, but Daphne quickly had another
steady (when you look like a total knockout with 36G tits and have a
reputation as a superb cocksucker, finding teenage boys that want to go out
with you is no chore).  This went on for the next three months when
Elizabeth's powers stabilized.  But, by that time, Daphne's body had
adapted to Elizabeth's spell (I had tied mine to hers, so if hers were
canceled, mine would go too).  But Daphne didn't seem disappointed in the
slightest when I told him.

Daphne graduated a half month later, with all of us (Peter and Andrea too)
attending the ceremony.  Then, a couple days after the ceremony, Daphne
surprised me yet again.  "Aunt Sarah?" he asked.

"Yes?"

"Could I ask a big favor?"

"Sure."

"Would you talk Peter into doing me?"

I sat there amazed.  "Doing you?  As in..."

"Fucking me."

I'm not sure how long I sat there just staring at Daphne, but eventually I
asked, "Have you thought about this?"

"Yes, I have.  I was thinking about it, and I felt that maybe I had to
experience sex with boys with these," waving at his tits, "to break the
spell.  I've been sucking cock on my dates, but apparently that's not
enough.  Since I know Peter won't freak at my having a cock, I was
wondering if I could... "borrow" him."

I thought about it.  His logic was sound.  Part of learning what having big
tits was about might have been sexual (particularly since the spell had
been cast by a teenager).  "Okay, we'll ask him tomorrow."  Daphne smiled
and ran to his room.

The next day, we asked Peter to fuck Daphne.  After Daphne exposed himself
to Peter, and after Peter made sure I was okay with it, he took Daphne
upstairs and made love to him as a woman.  After he came down and I saw him
to the door, Andrea called me upstairs (she had been there and went
upstairs right after Peter came out).

I went upstairs and sitting in the middle of the bed, holding his knees,
was David.  The spell had been broken.  I thought David would be ecstatic,
but he sure didn't show it.  In fact, David reverted to type.  Worse, he
became even more sullen, moody, and nasty then he had ever been.

Now my problem.  As David, David is a troubled youth who is a problem to
all around him, but as Daphne, he's much happier, as well as more pleasant.
So, do I change him back (almost assuredly against his will) or leave him
to work it out on his own?

*****************

Hi.  Daphne here.  This part of the story is being written five years after
the last.  As you may have guessed, Aunt Sarah decided to change me back,
mostly due to my own nastiness, but that's getting ahead of the story.
First, I'll tell you why I'm writing this addendum to my story, then go
back and fill in details that Aunt Sarah didn't know about.

First, what happened to Aunt Sarah.  A couple months after I graduated,
Peter proposed.  It took a while for Aunt Sarah to say yes, because there's
a rule that if a Witch marries a human, she's required to tell the human
what she really is.  Personally, I think it's a little silly, but
apparently there's been some bad history with Witches not telling human
mates, and them finding out later.  Peter was shocked, but eventually got
used to the idea, and they were married next March.  Shortly after their
marriage, we all moved in together.  By all, I mean, me, Lizard, Aunt
Sarah, Peter, and Andrea.  A couple years later Peter asked if there was
any way the two of them could produce a natural child (adoption of
non-blood relations is prohibited amongst Witches except in extreme cases).
Since Aunt Sarah's status as a she-male is the result of her
Transformation, the only way to manage it was for Peter to under go a spell
making it possible for him to carry the child.  After a few weeks
considering it, he agreed (shocking all of us).  He sold off his law
practice, and had Aunt Sarah turn him into a fully functioning
hermaphrodite, complete with dick, cunt, womb, and small breasts (A cup I
think).  He's now pregnant with their second child.

Sarah and Peter went off on their Anniversary a week ago, and the rest of
us decided to use the opportunity to do some real house cleaning.  (I hate
to admit it, but we all have gotten too used to Aunt Sarah and Lizard using
magic to clean up.)  That was when I found this journal of my origins as
Daphne.  I decided to write this addendum to fill in Aunt Sarah about some
of the stuff that happened that she wasn't directly aware of.

First, about my "date" with Jason (and I still don't think I'd call it
that).  First off, let me say something about my relationship with Jason,
about David's relationship that is.  I had no idea why Jason wanted to be
friends with me (I found out a couple days ago, but that's getting ahead of
the story).  Jason was a straight A student who hung out with the best
people, I barely managed a B minus average, and I hung out with..., well
with hoodlums.  But, as David, I did enjoy Jason's company.  But as Daphne,
while we were skating, strange thoughts kept entering my head.  I kept
seeing myself on my back, with Jason laying on top of me, kissing me, and,
I can freely admit now, fucking me.  At the time, I thought that something
had happened to Aunt Sarah's spells, and they were at fault.  Now I realize
that it was just my bisexual nature emerging in my female body.  I spent
the rest of Christmas vacation hoping he would call, and was heartbroken
when he didn't.

After we moved, on the night Aunt Sarah hooked up with Peter, Andrea came
over for a visit.  Since Aunt Sarah used mostly narrative, I'll try the
same.

Andrea walked in the door.  "Hi, Andrea.  What's up?" I asked.

"Oh, I set your Aunt up on a date with my nephew and thought I'd come over
and we could have a slumber party."

Lizard clapped her hands.  "That sounds like fun!" she said.

We popped up some popcorn, and watched cheezy horror flicks until Lizard
fell asleep.  I carried her upstairs, and put her in bed.  I then came down
and Andrea and I talked.  Eventually, she said, "Daphne, I know about your
once having been David."  I was a little worried, but figured that Aunt
Sarah knew what she was doing.  "I was wondering, how complete was your
change?"

"Complete?"

"Do you have a cunt?"

"No.  I've still got my dick."

"Are you... like your Aunt?"

"Well, I said I've still got my dick like she does."

"No.  I mean, are you interested in boys?"

"Hell no!  Pardon my French."  At this point, I was still unwilling to
admit I was attracted to guys.  "I only like girls."

"What about women?  Older women, in specific?"

"Well, if they're pretty enough."

"What do you think of me?"

"Oh, if they were as pretty as you, I'd have no problem."

Then Andrea shocked me by leaning forward and planting a kiss right on my
lips (okay, yeah, I was shocked.  Any readers probably saw this coming a
while ago).  Then, before I could recover, she reached up and started
massaging my tits.  At that point my dick got so hard that I'm surprised
that I didn't rip my panties.  She then undid my blouse and bra, freeing my
tits to the open air.  I squirmed down on my back as she licked and sucked
my tits.  She kept one hand on my tits as she removed my skirt, slip and
panties, keeping me unable to think with pleasure.  She then mounted me
(she hadn't been wearing any panties under her skirt), while keeping up the
loving on my tits.  She brought me to the edge, then kept me there, not
allowing me to cum until she came, then we collapsed together, hugging and
cuddling.

"Thanks," I said.

She kissed me.  "No problem.  I've wanted to do that for a while."

"But we only met a month ago."

Andrea got a guilty look on her face.  "Well, I've wanted to make it with a
chick with a dick ever since your Aunt originally became your Aunt.  Do you
mind?  I mean, I do find you attractive as well."

"No, I guess not."

"Besides, I had another motive for doing it with you."

"What was that?"

"Sarah told me about what it might take to get you back to normal."

"And?"

"Well, I don't have huge tits like you.  Mine are only 34B, but I've always
considered part of the fun in having tits was the sex.  Letting your
partner play with them while you made love."

"Well, I guess it didn't work, but thanks anyways.  It was fun trying."

"Well, maybe."

"Maybe what?"

Andrea sighed.  "I hate to have to tell you this, and, mind you, it's only
a theory, but, since most girls only do it with boys,..."

"I might need to have sex with a boy to get rid of these," I completed.
Andrea only nodded.  "I don't think I'm ready for that."

"Well, don't rush yourself.  It's only an unproven theory.  Besides, I find
you really sexy as is."  Andrea kissed me again.  We did it a couple more
times that night before Aunt Sarah returned in the morning.

It took me a couple weeks, but I finally decided to put Andrea's theory to
the test.  Actually, that's not 100% accurate.  I finally decided to put
her theory to the test when Jack Davis asked me out.  Now, by Aunt Sarah's
story, you get the gist of Jack.  He really was a sleaze.  But, oh god, was
he a cute sleaze.  But I think what really decided me was seeing the look
of total jealousy on the face of this girl who had been really nasty
towards me because of my "assets" when Jack asked me out.

Anyways, after I sucked Jack's dick, I did feel this strange, but brief
feeling in my tits.  I felt then that I was on the right track, but hadn't
gone far enough.  I decided to put off gong all the way.  I told myself
that the reason was that I didn't want to go through all the trouble of
moving again when I became David again, but the truth was that I was having
too much fun as Daphne.  Trouble was, shortly after I started sucking off
Jack, I became a real cocksucking slut.  While Jack and I were steadies, I
couldn't get enough of him.  And when we broke up, I became a real tramp
about it.  I even once sucked off the entire baseball team after a win of
theirs.

Now that really scared me.  And, once I graduated, I asked Aunt Sarah about
getting Peter to have sex with me.  It only took a few minutes after the
act for the spell to be broken, and I reverted to David.  I resolved to try
to be more pleasant and a better student as David.  I really did.  But
something always seemed to keep me from succeeding, and, as Aunt Sarah
pointed out, I actually became nastier than ever.

Then came that fateful day.  I still remember it well.  Aunt Sarah came
into my room as I was getting dressed to go out and meet with some new
"hoodlum" friends I had met at the mall.  "David, I'd like to speak to
you." she said.

"Later."

"No.  I don't think so."

"Too bad.  I'm an adult now.  I go where I please."  I tried to shoulder my
way past her, but she was having none of that.  I suddenly found myself
flying through the air, and landing in a chair in my room, unable to move.
"What?  What's going on?"

"A simple spell."

"But you didn't recite any rhymes."

"David, I'm a teacher of Witches, most of whom are 13 years old.  A group
not known for its calm, sedate behavior.  I've Mastered spells to stick
recalcitrant students in their seats, unable to move."

"Let me go!" I demanded.

"Not until we talk."

"Screw you!"  I know.  Not the brightest thing to say to the most powerful
Witch on the planet, but I wasn't exactly thinking straight.

Then she did it.

"By the power of the hellfire's burn,
Let Daphne and all she had now return."

The magic swirled around the room, changing it back to the more feminine
version I had as Daphne, and changing me and, thankfully, my clothes into
Daphne.  Then I felt the spells holding me in place release.  As I stood,
Aunt Sarah stepped up to me.  "Now, if you promise to be good, I'll change
you back into David."

"NO!" I screamed as I tried to back away from her.

She then gave me a confused look.  "You want to be Daphne?"

"I...  It's just...  Oh, Aunt Sarah!"  I collapsed into her arms, crying
and bawling like a baby, and confessed just what kind of girl I'd become.
"I want to be Daphne.  I'm just scared of what will happen to me.  I don't
know why I act like I do."

"I think I do."

I looked up at her, barely able to see her through my tears.  "What?"

"The same thing that makes you such a nasty David.  You've never resolved
your feelings about your parents' death.  And, now more than ever, I'm sure
it's more than just grief.  Would you please talk to me?"

I collapsed into her arms.  "Oh, Auntie.  It was my fault, all my fault."

"Your fault?  You mean your parents' death?  What makes you say that?  They
were killed by a drunk driver.  You know that."

"But I made them late.  We were playing soccer at school, and I scored the
point that sent us into overtime.  If our game hadn't run over, they
would've left earlier and wouldn't have been in the intersection when that
drunk plowed into them."

Aunt Sarah held me close.  "Oh, hun, is that what you think?"  I nodded,
unable to speak.  "Well, that's silly.  But since I know just saying that
won't change things, I'll show you...

"As a criminal is tailed,
Let the changed past be unveiled."

I wiped the tears from my eyes as a magical circle appeared in the air.  I
saw the image appear of me at my game.  But this time, instead of me making
that last second goal, the opposing goalie blocked it.  We, meaning me,
mom, dad, and Lizard, went home dejected, instead of in high spirits.  Mom
and dad got dressed for their PTA meeting, and left at the same time as in
the "real" version, once again getting killed by the drunk at the same time.

As the circle faded, I sniffed and asked, "Is that really what would've
happened?"

"Yes, hun.  You may not remember, but your dad was a real time freak.
Always insisting on doing everything at exactly the same time.  I ran that
spell a few dozen times after they died, changing different details every
time.  There were a few things that could've been done to stop it.  But
they were things like the bartender not serving him after he got drunk, or
friends not letting him drive drunk.  But there was nothing that any of us
could've done to stop it."

After that, both of us cried for a while.  Then Aunt Sarah asked, "Now do
you really want to remain as Daphne, or do you want to change back to
David?"

I rubbed my eyes, and said, "I think I want to be Daphne, but I better give
it a try as a nicer David first."

Aunt Sarah then changed me back, but a month later, I asked to be changed
into Daphne for good.  And, as simple as that, David disappeared.  All my
stuff became a girl's, in fact, all my records (birth certificate, school
transcripts, etc.) now said I was Daphne.  I changed everywhere except one,
in the hearts and minds of the people who knew David.  Which brings us back
to Jason.

I graduated pre-law about two years ago, after only three years in college,
with a 4.0 GPA.  I quickly got a job as a paralegal at a local law firm,
and am now working on my law degree.  About a year ago, one month after
most of the kids I went to high school with graduated from college, we got
a knock on the door.  I opened the door, and Jason barged in.  "Where's
David?" he demanded, anger and desperation evident in his voice.  I just
stammered a bit, I mean, what could I say?  "I've been looking for him for
the last month, and there's no evidence of him even existing.  The school
records even list you as the student that went to school with me for three
and a half years."

"Jason, calm down."

"I will not be calm. I want-"  Suddenly he stopped moving.  I saw Aunt
Sarah enter the room.

"Different version of the spell I cast on you a few years back.  He's not
even aware of what's going on."

"Can you cast a spell to make him think I was always Daphne?"

Aunt Sarah shook her head.  "You know I won't tamper with minds unless I
have to."

"Can't you just change the image of how he remembers me?  That wouldn't be
too much, would it?"

"And how do you think that'll work when he remembers the two of you
changing in the locker rooms before the gym classes you took together?"

I briefly suppressed a giggle.  "Well, what can I do?  I can't tell him the
truth."

"Why not?"

I stopped.  "I can reveal that you and Lizard are... Witches?"

"Yes.  If he doesn't take it well, removal of the last few minutes from his
memory can be done safely."

"Okay.  Can you calm him down when you release him?"

Aunt Sarah cast the same spell she had on me when I was freaking about
having tits and released him.  "-to know what happened to David," Jason
continued in a much calmer voice.

I took Jason by the arm, and sat him on the couch.  "Jason, what I'm about
to tell you may seem fantastic, but, I assure you, all of it is true."  I
quickly outlined the story of my time as Daphne, and how I got to be like
that.

"You expect me to believe that."

I looked to Aunt Sarah.

"Tugs in the harbor bring ships in tow,
Let Daphne's old form now briefly show."

I felt the magic embrace my body, as it shifted back into its old, male
form.  I was still in my dress, and hadn't gained any height back, but
there I was.  Jason started and stared dumbfounded.  After a few minutes,
he finally said, "But, why did you choose to stay as Daphne?"

"Because I'm happier as Daphne.  Even after I resolved my guilt over my
parents death I was just not as happy as David as I was as Daphne."

"But don't you think you might be happy as David."

My body shimmered and I was Daphne once more.  "Maybe, but it's a moot
point.  I'm Daphne now."

"But, couldn't you give it a try?"

I was getting a little annoyed now.  "No.  This is who I am now.  Get over
it."  I expected some kind of reproachment from Aunt Sarah for being so
insensitive, but she had slipped from the room at some point.  I then
expected some kind of argument from Jason, but what I got was totally
unexpected.  He broke down into tears, burying his face in his hands.  I
felt very ashamed and put my arm around his shoulder.  "There, there," I
said, as comfortingly as possible.  "What's wrong?  Why is my being David
so important to you?"

Jason took a few seconds to get it together, but finally said, "Because I
love David."

I was shocked.  "You love David?  But, I've seen you ogling my Aunt.  And
you never said or did anything to let me know you were gay in High School."

"I was afraid to admit my feelings.  But every time I got near you, I
wanted to wrap my arms around you and kiss and hug you.  As for ogling your
Aunt, I'm not that gay.  I'm not sure anyone is."

I laughed.  "Yeah, she is a looker, isn't she?"

Jason sniffed a bit.  "Yeah, but I didn't really think of her sexually.
Every time I saw her, I could only think of you."

I grabbed a Kleenex and started wiping his eyes.  "And even after four
years apart, you still wanted me enough to come look for me.  That's sweet."

Jason kept his eyes on the carpet in front of him.  "I told you.  I loved
you.  In college, I was able to be more open about my feelings, but every
time I sucked off a guy or fucked, or got fucked by another guy, you were
the fantasy that popped into my head.  Now, I guess my fantasies about
sucking your dick will never come to pass."

"Well, if you don't mind it being on a more feminine form, I'd be willing
to let you do it now."

"What do you mean?  I thought you said you became a girl?"

"Actually, she-male would be a more appropriate term, I guess.  I decided
to keep my cock.  My girlfriend and I have too much fun with it."

Jason's eyes drifted to my crotch.  "So you still like girls?"

"Oh, yeah.  I like boys, too.  But getting it on with a girl, and having
our tits rub together as we fuck is an excitement you wouldn't believe."

"May I... see it?"

I smiled and raised my skirt and slip.  Jason looked at my dick, encased in
my sheer panties.  His hand began to drift towards it, when he stopped and
asked, "May I touch it?"

"Jason," I told him, "if you're willing to go up to my room where it's a
little more private, I'll let you do just about anything you want with it."

Jason stood and extended his hand to me like a proper gentleman.  I took it
and he gently helped me to stand.  He then picked me up in his arms,
getting a surprised gasp from me.  "Where to?" he asked.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and said, "Top of the stairs, first room
on the right."  I should mention here that when Lizard turned fifteen, she
finally insisted on getting a room of her own (of course, acting like it
had been my idea all along that we share a room).

We kissed as he carried me up the stairs to my room.  That first day, he
sucked and fucked me silly.  He was a great cocksucker and a fair lay,
after all, he had never been with a woman before.  But, more importantly,
he was an avid student, willing to learn what it takes to really please me.
He even went so far as to have Lizard change him into a she-male like me
for a month, so he could learn what I go through in my life.  Although he
admitted liking the feeling of breast rubbing between us, he chose to stay
as Jason, and we became steadies.

I now spend my nights alternating between his and Andrea's beds (Andrea
became my girl and Aunt Sarah couldn't be more pleased).  Thankfully
neither is jealous of the other.  For my sake, Jason tried to become
Andrea's lover, but full girls just aren't his bag.  Now he's attending
medical school, while I attend law school.  About a month ago, he proposed.
We intend to wait till we're both out of school, before tying the knot.
He's agreed to move in with all of us, and become part of our extended
family.

I couldn't be happier.

Daphne

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Thanks for your perusal.

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