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I Was a Teenage Sorceress
by J R D (jrdss@micronet.net)

***

A convoluted story about a teenage boy with special 
powers and the love in his life. Call this story 
"Strange" would be an understatement. (m/tg, rom, bd, 
fantasy)

***

Author Note: 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.

***

Jenny Welker waited in the interrogation room for her 
lawyer, a public defender. Jenny was a beauty that 
looked like she had walked straight out of comic, an X-
rated comic. She was 6'2", platinum blonde hair down to 
the bottom of her shoulder blades, and a figure of 44-
20-36 with an L cup size set of tits.

She had been placed in the cell, but after a run in with 
some of the hard-core "cell lezzies", she had been moved 
to the interrogation room. The amazing thing was, at 
least to the guards, the lesbians in the cell were 
terrified of her. Some of those women in there were in 
for violent crimes like Assault with a Deadly Weapon and 
Armed Robbery. But they were terrified of this... powder 
puff. And no one would say why.

Jenny was still waiting patiently when her lawyer walked 
in. Jenny was amazed. Not that her lawyer was a woman, 
but that her lawyer looked like a smaller version of 
her. This woman was 5'4" and had a great figure, 
probably 36-26-36 with G cup tits. The biggest 
difference was the girl's brown shoulder length hair.

The woman extended her hand. "Mrs. Welker, I'm Mrs. 
Daphne Newell. I'll be your attorney." Jenny took the 
woman's hand and briefly shook it. Daphne continued, 
"Now I've looked over your case and, to be honest, it 
seems to be a clear cut case of self-defense. The only 
problem seems to be your unwillingness to give the 
police your real name."

"Jenny Welker is my name."

"But there's no Jenny Welker at the address you gave. 
According to DMV records, there's an Elizabeth Welker, 
Age 40, a Jeremiah Welker, Age 20, and a... Bambi 
Welker, Age 17. But no Jenny."

Jenny smiled. "Don't worry about it. My mother, 
Elizabeth, is going to be home tomorrow. She'll get the 
message I left and I'll be out for dinner tomorrow."

"I appreciate your optimism, but unless you give us your 
legal name, you're not getting out of here at all."

"I'm afraid I no longer have a legal name, or identity."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'd tell you, but you wouldn't believe me."

"Try me. You'll find I can believe a lot. If you're 
worried about me saying anything, you shouldn't. 
Anything you tell me is protected under attorney-client 
confidentiality. You can tell me anything."

Jenny gave a short laugh. "Why not? It's not like you're 
going to be allowed to remember any of it."

"Not allowed? Why not?"

"I'll tell you after my story. You see, I was born 
Jeremiah Welker, a man."

"You're a transsexual? Why didn't you get your identity 
changed?"

"I didn't actually go the normal route in my sex change. 
And this is kind of a long story, so please hold your 
questions to the end..."

***

It started with a conversation I overheard between my 
mother and one of her friends. On the morning of the 
Saturday of my 16th birthday, I woke up early and 
couldn't get back to sleep so I wandered downstairs to 
watch some TV. There was nothing on TV, so I turned it 
off. That was when I heard my mom and somebody else in 
the kitchen. Now normally I'm not the type to eavesdrop, 
but I was tired enough and bored enough that my 
attention just latched on to what they were saying.

"I'm not sure I can go through with this," my mom said.

The other woman, whose name I'd learn later was Ann, 
said, "You have no choice. You know what will happen if 
he doesn't get the special training he needs."

"Yes, but I'm not sure he can handle what it would take 
to enter... our alma mater."

"He's a strong boy. Don't underestimate him."

"What about the Collegiate Brotherhood?"

"His potential is far too great for that. The 
Brotherhood would be the first to admit they don't have 
what it would take to train him properly."

"Who's going to handle... selling him on the idea?"

"Wanda."

"I don't think I've met her."

"She's good at her job. She'll help him through it, no 
matter what he may do or say."

Later I'd learn that they were talking about me, but at 
the time, I had no idea. I thought they were talking 
about my little brother, James. Where I would be 
starting my junior year in high school next Fall, at 13, 
he was a certified genius going into his first year of 
college. He was also an absolute terror, a real trouble 
maker. Mom had been thinking of shipping him off to a 
private school where he could get more private training, 
and perhaps some discipline, like a military school or 
the such, and I thought this was what they were 
discussing.

Well, I was getting hungry, so I got up and went into 
the kitchen, where mom and her friend were. When I got 
there, mom got a kind of guilty look on her face and 
said, "Morning, Jerry. You're up early. Happy birthday. 
This is Ann Smith, an old friend of mine."

Now had I not been so tired, I might have noticed 
something in the way they were acting, but was barely 
able to get breakfast together.

Ann asked, "So, birthday boy, what do you have planned 
for your... sweet sixteenth?"

I looked at her wondering why she had referred to it 
like that, but she just gave me a grin and a wink that 
made me think that she was just kidding around. "No big 
plans. I'm gonna go and hang at the mall with my 
friends."

"Which mall?"

"The Metro." I suppose I should've wondered why she was 
so curious, but I really wasn't thinking straight.

Mom said, "Son, I hate to do this on your birthday, but 
I'm gonna have to postpone your birthday dinner. 
Something's come up at the New York plant, and I need to 
head out of town for a while."

"How long?"

"A couple weeks at least. Possibly longer."

"Okay. I can take care of Jimmy for that long."

"Actually, I was going to take Jimmy with me. I wanted 
to check some colleges in the area."

"Oh, gee," I joked, "two weeks alone in the house. Can I 
handle my sorrow?"

Mom laughed, something she seemed to need. She winked, 
and said, "No wild parties, okay?"

"Of course not. Nothing more than... 40, 50 people."

"Oh, if it's only something that small, no problem." We 
laughed. You see, as irresponsible and problematic as my 
brother was, I was just as responsible and helpful. If I 
had thrown a party, it would have been small and 
controlled. Mom knew she had no problem leaving me alone 
in the house for a couple weeks.

After breakfast, I got dressed, then headed out to the 
mall. We walked around, doing a little shopping, but 
mostly checking out the babes. That was when I met her. 
I was walking past a women's clothing store when we 
bumped into each other. I wasn't paying attention to 
where I was going, and she was carrying so many 
packages, she couldn't even see over them. Well, we 
collided, and her packages went everywhere. "I'm sorry, 
it's all my fault," I said as I started to help pick up 
her packages.

"Nonsense, I shouldn't have been carrying so much at 
once."

Then I looked up into the most beautiful eyes I had ever 
seen. They were crystal blue and had the mesmerizing 
power of a snake. And when she smiled at me... I was 
hers for life. She extended her hand to me. "Hi, my name 
is Wanda Adams."

I took her hand and kissed it. Now I don't know whether 
it was her beauty or the fact that I had been so tired 
that morning, but I made no connection between her and 
the name Wanda that mom's friend had mentioned that 
morning.

I stood there dumbfounded for a few seconds before I got 
it together, and said, "My name is Jeremiah, Jeremiah 
Welker."

She smiled again, then looked away at her pile of 
packages. I was finally able to tear my eyes away from 
hers and look at the rest of her. She looked about 21, 
and her body was no less beautiful than her face. At 
5'8", she was a little tall, but it didn't take anything 
away from her beauty. 

If anything, it made her more beautiful, like she was a 
supermodel. 

She had long red hair that went down to her butt. And 
what a butt it was. It was the kind of beautiful, round, 
perfect butt that you normally see only on comic super-
heroines. Her butt was at the top of the most 
astoundingly shapely legs you could imagine. 

Going up, her waist was small and shapely. Her tits were 
the only thing that really weren't perfect. Not that 
they weren't astoundingly beautiful, just that they were 
huge to the point of being out of proportion to her 
body. I later found out that she was a G cup, but that's 
getting ahead of the story. She wore a red jumpsuit that 
fit her figure like a glove and accentuated her already 
incredible beauty.

She sighed, looked at her packages, and said, "Now I 
guess I've got to take these out to my car."

"I can do that." I grabbed the pile of packages, which I 
could barely see over.

"There's no need for that. I can handle it."

"I insist. Now where's your car?"

"A true gentleman." She took the top package off so I 
could see better.

"Follow me." She headed to the door.

"To the ends of the Earth," I thought to myself.

We went out to the parking lot and out to her a car, a 
big, red minivan. I packed the packages and asked, 
"Where you off to now?"

"Back into the mall. It's my birthday and I have no 
intention on stopping shopping until this minivan is 
full."

"It's your birthday? Small world. Me, too."

She gave me a doubtful look. "Yeah, sure. And if I told 
you it was my Great Aunt Elsie's birthday, you'd 
probably say you had a Great Aunt Elsie and it was her 
birthday too."

"No, I'm serious." I got out my wallet, and fished out 
my license. Well, actually, my learner's permit.

I showed her the license, and she said, "I'm sorry I 
doubted you."

"No problem. Being as beautiful as you are, I suppose 
you get guys lying to you all the time."

"Helpful, complimentary, and forgiving. What a catch the 
girls must find you to be. But no, out of the goodness 
of your heart, you give me a hand, and I repay you by 
calling you a liar. I owe you a debt."

"You don't owe me anything."

"Nonsense. If I don't do something to repay you, I'll 
feel guilty for days. Do you really want me to suffer?" 
She winked, letting me know she was, at least partly, 
kidding.

I couldn't help but smile. "Oh, no. Can't have that."

"Tell you what. You agree to help me with my shopping 
trip, and I'll spend as much money on you as I do on 
myself."

"Now that would be too much," I protested.

"Nonsense. I'm a very wealthy woman, Jeremiah. There is 
nothing in that mall you could ask for that I couldn't 
afford a hundred times over."

"Well, I suppose there are a few things I could get. But 
only on one condition."

"What's that?"

"You call me Jerry."

"Jerry it is. Come on, Jerry." She grabbed my arm and 
pulled me back towards the mall. "Let's shop till we 
drop."

We then spent the day going from store to store. I got a 
few suggestive winks from my friends, but I really had a 
good time just being with her. I tried to keep my 
purchases to a minimum, but every time I picked 
something out at her insistence, she'd get me something 
similar, but much more expensive. I'd pick out a cotton 
shirt, and she'd get me a silk one. I'd pick out a small 
woodworking set (woodworking being a hobby of mine), and 
she'd buy the deluxe model with everything in it. And 
every time I tried to protest, she'd just ignore me and 
go on with buying me as much as she could.

We talked; we laughed; we shopped. Finally it was time 
for the mall to close and we went out to her car with 
the last load of packages. After I closed the back of 
her van, she asked, "How long you had that permit?"

"A couple years. I got it right after my fourteenth 
birthday."

"You any good?"

"Got an A in driver's ed."

She got her keys out of her purse and tossed them to me. 
"You drive."

I stood there shocked as she went around to the 
passenger's side. I finally shrugged and went to the 
driver's side. I got in and said, "I want you to know 
that I've never driven something this big."

"That's okay. I trust you."

As we drove back to my place, she asked, "So what's your 
girlfriend like?"

"Right now, I'm... between girlfriends."

"A handsome youth like you?"

"Well, to be honest, the girls at school only seem to be 
interested in me as a trophy. In being my girlfriend 
only because I'm on the football team."

"Well, then they're fools. You're kind, helpful, and 
handsome. You'd be a wonderful catch."

"Thanks. What about you? What's your husband, slash 
boyfriend, slash significant other like?"

"Like you, I am... What's the phrase you used? Between 
boyfriends."

"Now that I find hard to believe."

"But it's true. Like you, I find that those people who 
want to be with me are more interested in my body than 
in me. Most notice my rather... ample bosom first, and 
then see no more of me."

"With me, I didn't notice your bosom first."

"Really?" She sounded doubtful.

I turned and looked at her. "The first thing, things I 
noticed about you were your beautiful... blue... 
eyes..." I shook my head to keep from falling under the 
spell of her eyes again, which surely would've meant an 
accident.

She gave me a curious look. "I think you're telling me 
the truth."

"I always tell the truth."

"Always? So if your mom came home with a terrible 
haircut, you'd tell her it was terrible?"

"Well, I always try. I find that the truth delivered 
tactfully is usually less painful in the long run than a 
lie."

"You're a unique man, Jerry."

"Thanks."

We chatted a bit more, about what I no longer remember, 
before getting to my house. We unloaded my packages, 
taking a couple of trips and went inside.

"So when's your mother getting home? From all you've 
told me, I'd really like to meet her."

"Didn't I tell you? She's out of town for a couple of 
weeks."

"I think you did mention that, but I forgot. Any wild 
parties planned?"

"Nah. Most of my friends are out of town on Summer 
vacation, and even if they weren't, I'd keep any get-
togethers small and controlled."

"Small? How about one on one?" She winked at me.

"Why, Miss Adams, are you trying to seduce me?"

"Well at least as much as it takes to get a dance out of 
you. Maybe more. We'll see."

I turned on the stereo to the dance music station. "I 
think I can handle a dance." I took her in my arms and 
danced with her.

At some point we moved from simple dancing to overt 
fondling of each other's bodies. She had pulled my shirt 
from my pants, and was about to unbutton it when she 
suddenly pushed me away. "What? Was it something I did?" 
I asked.

"No. It's just that I'm not sure I should be doing 
this."

"Is it the age difference?"

"Well, that's part of it, but I wouldn't have even 
started down this path if I didn't think you were mature 
enough to make this decision."

"Am I going too fast? I thought you wanted this as much 
as me. If I was wrong, just tell me and I'll back off."

"No. I do want this as much, if not more than you do. 
I'd love to throw you back on to that couch and make 
love to you in ways you'd never believe."

"Then what is it?"

She sighed. "I've got a secret. A secret I'm afraid to 
reveal to you. I'm afraid it'll drive you away from me."

"Nothing you could do or say would do that."

"We'll see."

She turned away from me and got undressed down to her 
panties and bra. She pulled her panties down, just a 
little, then said, "Get ready," and turned around. My 
eyes wandered down her perfect figure until they stopped 
at her crotch. And being honest, what I saw was 
shocking. Jutting out from her crotch was a fully 
formed, semi-erect cock. "Well?" she asked in a tone 
that said that she felt she already knew what I was 
going to say and it wasn't going to be nice.

"Well, I always try to tell the truth, and I have to say 
it's shocking," her face hardened, "but actually a 
little sexy."

The hardness left her face to be replaced by confusion. 
"You find it... sexy?"

I walked over to her. "Yes, I do. I don't know why, I've 
never been attracted to any guy or any cock before, but 
on you it just seems so... sexy."

Her confusion was evident as I took her in my arms and 
kissed her. But she quickly warmed up and wrapped her 
arms around me, returning my kiss with equal passion. 
She helped me out of my clothes then pulled me over to 
the couch. We sat down and fondled each other openly. I 
surprised both of us. After taking her dick in hand and 
stroking her to hardness, my curiosity got the better of 
me and I leaned down and actually sucked her dick. I 
loved the taste of her from first lick.

I sucked her like I thought I would like to be sucked, 
with long, slow strokes of my tongue. I then took her 
into my mouth and moved my head slowly on her dick. I 
soon had her bucking and thrashing underneath me. It was 
a pleasant feeling knowing I was giving pleasure to this 
woman. It didn't take long before she sprayed deep into 
my mouth. I swallowed her cum, then got up and smiled at 
her.

She gave me a bewildered look, touched her finger to the 
side of my mouth where a little of her cum had leaked 
from my mouth, then said, "You... sucked me off. Even 
swallowed my cum. All without even needing to be asked."

"Well, I wanted to give you pleasure, and I thought you 
might get pleasure from having your dick sucked."

She suddenly leapt into my arms and plastered her lips 
to mine. After we broke our embrace, she asked, "Wait a 
minute. Thought I might get pleasure? Haven't you ever 
had your dick sucked?"

I grinned sheepishly. "Nope."

"Jerry, are you a... a virgin?"

"No. I just never had a woman suck me off before."

"Well, it's time for that to change." She kissed me, 
then bent down and took my rod into her mouth. I wanted 
to tell her it wasn't necessary, but from the first 
touch of her tongue, I was so lost in a world of 
pleasure that I couldn't even speak. She encircled my 
dick with her tongue and stroked it in ways that I never 
would've thought possible, and in a fraction of the time 
it took me, she had me spraying into her mouth in 
orgasm. After she was finished, she kissed me and asked, 
"What do you think of your first blow job?"

I held her tight and said, "I think that if we're going 
to make this relationship work, you're going to have to 
teach me how to do that. Otherwise, I'm going to feel 
guilty about receiving as much pleasure as I just did 
without being able to return the favor."

She looked up at me in wonderment. "Do you have ANY idea 
how amazing you are, Jeremiah Welker?"

"What do you mean?"

"After all that, you're still thinking more of me and my 
pleasure than your own."

"I guess my mother brought me up right."

"What about your father?"

"He... died about ten years ago. Some kind of accident 
at the factory where he and mom worked."

"Oh, Jerry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up old 
pains."

"It's okay." I kissed her again. "Is there anything else 
you'd like to do?"

"I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to fuck my 
ass like it was a pussy."

I kissed her and said, "Your wish is my command." I laid 
her on her back and lifted her legs up to her tits. I 
took my cock, which was still rock hard, and put it to 
her asshole. Then I realized something, and asked, 
"Should I put it into you dry like this?"

"Uhm, you're probably right. Do you have any Vaseline?"

"Yeah, let me go get it." I ran to the bathroom and got 
the Vaseline.

When I returned, she was still holding her legs to her 
tits. "Put a coating on your dick and around and in my 
asshole."

I did as she told me and then put my dickhead to her 
asshole again. "Ready?"

"Do it. Shove it into me."

"As you command."

I pressed in slowly, but she said, "Shove it in. All the 
way in. Now!" I willingly obeyed my new love, and jammed 
deep into her, causing her to scream in ecstasy. "Oh, 
yes. Now, pump into me. Fuck me!"

I started slow as her legs wrapped around me, but the 
speed quickly increased on both our parts as we slammed 
our bodies together. I took her breasts in hand and 
lovingly and passionately stroked them as fucked. I 
realized I was building to orgasm quickly, so I 
redoubled my efforts on her body with my hands and 
quickly had her screaming in orgasm. As her body 
convulsed, it pushed me over the edge and I shot my wad 
into her.

We collapsed together on the couch and cuddled. I got to 
thinking about it and asked her, "Wanda, would you do 
something for me?"

She looked into my eyes with an idyllic smile and asked, 
"What?"

"Would you fuck me?"

She was shocked. "You? Want me? To fuck you?"

"You don't mind, do you?"

"No. I was going to ask you if you'd let me do just 
that. I'm just surprised you asked first."

"I just want to experience everything I can with you. 
Wanda, I... I think I love you."

Wanda's eyes teared up before she suddenly pushed her 
lips to mine and kissed me. "Alright, lover, time to get 
fucked." We rearranged ourselves so that I was on the 
bottom. I pulled my legs up to my chest. Wanda got 
between my legs and spread Vaseline on her dick and my 
ass. I found I loved the cool feeling. Wanda smiled as 
she pressed her dick to my ass. "Alright, young lady," 
she said winking, "ready to get your cherry popped?"

Playing along, I dropped my voice into a falsetto. "Oh, 
yes, dearie. Pop my cherry. Fuck me like the girl I am."

She touched her fingers to her lips, kissed them, then 
pressed them to my lips. "Seriously though. You need to 
relax or this is going to be hard on both of us."

I nodded and concentrated on relaxing. Wanda slowly 
pressed into me. I moaned as I felt her slowly guide 
into me. "You like that, little girl?"

"Oh, yes," I admitted truthfully. "You feel so good 
inside me. Fuck me."

"Your wish is my command." Wanda slowly fucked me as my 
hands once more roamed what they could of her body. I 
tried to wrap my legs around her, but I didn't quite 
have the flexibility she did. We continued to fuck until 
once more we came together on the couch. Wanda collapsed 
on top of me. We cuddled for a while until she asked me, 
"How did you like your first ass fucking, Jerry?"

"Truthfully?"

"Of course."

"I loved it. I love you. Anytime you want to do that 
again, I'm up for it."

Wanda just shook her head. "You're amazing."

"I've got one more favor to ask."

"What?"

"Stay with me tonight. I don't think I'm ready to be 
apart from you quite yet." She just nodded, and we fell 
asleep on the couch together.

The next day, we woke up, cleaned up the couch, and took 
a shower together.

We fucked in the shower, each of us taking turns fucking 
the other.

After the shower we sat on the couch and watched some 
TV. Well, more accurately, we had the TV on as we 
snuggled and fondled each other. I could tell there was 
something distracting her, so I asked, "What's up?"

"Up? What makes you think anything's up?"

"You. I already know you well enough to tell you're 
bothered by something."

"Well, there is something I wanted you to do, but I'm 
not sure if you'd be willing."

"I'd do anything for you."

She considered it for a while then went over to her 
jumpsuit, which was still on the floor where she left it 
last night. She got something out of the pocket and 
said, "Stand up." I did so. "I want you to know that no 
matter what I do, I would NEVER do anything to hurt 
you."

"I know that."

"Good. Now close your eyes."

I closed my eyes. I felt Wanda's hands go around my 
neck. I felt a strange weight on my chest as she secured 
something behind my back. She said something in a 
strange language I had never heard before. I felt this 
weird sensation surge through my body. It centered in my 
chest, but no part of my body didn't tingle.

"Okay, open your eyes."

I opened my eyes and looked down to see what the weight 
was. Wanda had placed a necklace around my neck, but 
that wasn't what attracted my attention. I had a pair of 
tits! I brought my hands up, noticing that they were 
much slenderer and more dainty then they had been. "What 
have you done to me?! How did you do it?!"

Wanda tried to say something, but I started babbling. 
Finally, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my 
lips to hers. Now as freaked as I was, this was still 
one of the most enjoyable sensations ever, and I quickly 
calmed down and kissed her back. After we broke our 
embrace, she sat me down and said, "Jerry, we need to 
talk."

"No kidding. How'd you do this?"

"Jerry, I'm a sorceress. And if we're going to spend any 
real time together, there are aspects of my life that 
you have to know about. Aspects you can only learn about 
by, well, being like me. Or more accurately, like a 
woman. Jerry, I'd like you to spend the next two weeks 
being a woman. Going around with me, doing womanly 
things. Being my girlfriend." She touched my nipple, 
sending an electric shock of pleasure through me. "Being 
my lesbian lover. Please, Jerry, for me?"

"I don't know..."

"I swear, if you want me to, the day before your mom 
gets back, I'll change you back."

"IF I want you to? Why wouldn't I want it?"

"You may find you like it too much as a woman to go 
back."

"Doubtful."

"But you will spend two weeks as a woman?"

I sighed. "For you, yes. I'll do it."

We kissed again. "Now let's get dressed and go out for a 
while."

"Well, I suppose there are some loose T-shirts I have 
that'll still fit me.

But I'm not sure I've got any pants that'll fit me."

"Don't worry about it. Some of the packages I got 
yesterday are for a friend whose body is, I'm pretty 
sure, about your new size. I'll get dressed and go get 
them."

After she left, I got a chance to get a good look at 
myself in the mirror. I was stunned by the beauty that 
looked back at me. I had lost none of my 6'2" of height, 
and I still had my dick, but those were the only 
similarities between how I looked and my old, male form. 

My dirty dishwater blonde hair had changed to a 
startling platinum blonde. My face was rounder, softer, 
and with much fuller lips. My football player's wide 
shoulders were gone, replaced by soft, thinner 
shoulders. My arms and legs, which had been buff and 
muscular were now thin and tapered. They were still 
muscular, but in a more compact, womanly way. 

I had never had a thick amount of hair on my arms, but 
now, the hair that was there was shorter and softer, and 
so blonde as to be practically invisible against my 
limbs. Of course, the most radical differences were in 
my torso. My hips had expanded radically. I don't know 
how far, but I used to have a classic Greek physique, 
very wide shoulders, very small waist with smaller hips. 

My waist was now impossibly small, so small that had it 
not been magically created, it would've been possible 
only with some kind of corset or waist cincher. Finally, 
my attention came back to my tits. They were ample 
without being overly large, at the time, a C cup. 
Looking at the entire package, I was a stunner on a par 
with Wanda.

The only thing I was wearing was the magical locket 
Wanda had placed around my neck. Picking it up I took a 
look at it. It was a smooth, red, heart-shaped ruby on a 
golden chain. Inside the ruby itself was some kind of 
symbol. It was a circle with a small cross on its 
bottom, and an arrow pointing out to the upper right. It 
didn't take much thinking to realize it was a 
combination of the symbols for man and woman. The 
pendant itself was warm to the touch and tingled 
slightly when I ran my fingers over it.

I was still checking myself out when Wanda came back in 
with a stack of the packages. I took the top few 
packages from her. "If you were gonna bring back this 
many packages, you should've let me go with you."

"What were you gonna wear?"

"I could've found a T-shirt that'd fit me. I don't like 
you walking with so many packages you can't see. You 
might fall and hurt yourself."

She kissed me. "You are just too precious."

"Seriously. Promise me you'll never again carry so many 
packages that you can't see over them."

"Hun, I-"

"Promise."

"But-"

"Promise or this goes no further. I agreed to spend the 
next two weeks as a woman, but I can spend it sitting on 
my butt in the nude."

She gave me a lascivious look. "That sounds tempting." 
When she saw me about to protest again, she quickly 
said, "Okay. I promise to never again carry a stack of 
packages that goes higher than my chin. Does that 
satisfy you?"

"Yes."

I guess she could hear the disappointment that she 
wasn't willing to make the promise right away in my 
voice, because she said, "Oh, hun." She set the packages 
down on the table. "Sit down." We sat together on the 
couch. "Jerry, I want you to know that the reason I 
didn't make the promise right off wasn't because I 
didn't care enough to promise you or because I didn't 
see the value of the promise."

"Why, then?"

"As a sorceress, my words are very important. If I make 
a promise it is utterly binding upon me. My own magic 
will work to make sure that I keep my promises. So if I 
ever seem hesitant to promise you anything, it's because 
I've got to consider all the ramifications of any 
promise I make."

"Okay."

She kissed me. We started with small kisses, but were 
quickly tonguing each other's mouths. I felt her hand on 
my tit, and an almost electric pleasure shot through my 
body. Her breast fondling soon had me wriggling 
underneath her. I tried to do the same for her, but she 
was much better at this than I. 

With expert manipulations of my body, she soon had me on 
my back moaning and writhing in pleasure. She doubled me 
over, pressing my legs to my tits. She put her dick to 
my ass. Smiling, she asked, "Ready for your first fuck 
as a woman?"

I was panting so hard I couldn't even say anything, I 
just nodded. She blew me a kiss and pressed into my ass. 
And what could I say? The pleasure was EXQUISITE!

I had loved getting fucked by her the night before, but 
in just the few seconds of her pressing into me I 
experienced as much pleasure as her anal fucking had 
given me the night before. This time, as we fucked, my 
legs naturally surrounded her. I pulled her face to mine 
and kissed her as she pumped into me, and I loved every 
second of it. And, at no point did her hands ever stop 
stroking me. She soon had me pulsing in orgasm.

And what an orgasm! It started in my ass, but spread 
through my entire body. My ass, my tits, my abs, even my 
legs and arms shuddered and throbbed in orgasmic 
ecstasy.

It wasn't until after I had sprayed all over myself, 
that I noticed it. "I didn't get an erection."

"To be honest, it's kind of a safety measure. You're not 
going to be able to get an erection for a while."

"Why?"

She got a sheepish look on her face. "Jerry, you're... 
not the first I've done this with. And a few people, 
after experiencing sex as a woman, got... overly 
excited, and tried to..."

"Force sex on you?"

She nodded. "You see, you've now got the best of both 
worlds. The strong sex drive of a male, combined with 
the female ability to experience sex with your entire 
body. And, until you can control your newly enhanced sex 
drive, you won't be able to get a hard-on. I'm sorry if 
this upsets you, but-"

I put my fingers to her lips. "It's okay. I suppose if I 
hadn't experienced orgasm before I knew it I'd be more 
upset, but that, and you, was so incredible that I 
understand why you did what you did."

"So you forgive me?"

"Only if you forgive me."

She got a confused look on her face. "Forgive you? For 
what?"

I took her still hard dick in my hand. "I got so lost in 
the pleasure you were giving me that I couldn't 
reciprocate."

"That's okay."

I leaned forward, said, "No, it's not," and took her 
dick in my mouth.

She protested a bit, before she just put her hands to 
the back of my head and fucked my face. Now I hadn't had 
a lot of sexual partners but, as the man, I had always 
been expected to take the lead. It was kind of exciting 
to let her take control and dictate the action. I let 
her take my head and slam me onto her at the speed she 
wanted. And while she did that I used tongue and mouth 
to the best of my ability to bring her off. She soon 
screamed, arched her back, and shot her wad into my 
mouth, which, I, of course, swallowed.

Afterwards we snuggled together. Finally she said, "You 
are really something else. Always thinking of me."

"I love you, Wanda. First in my heart, first in my 
mind."

She kissed me. "Just incredible."

I stroked her breast, but she swatted my hand. "Stop 
that. I want to take you out today."

I just kept stroking her breast. "Is that really what 
you want?"

She seemed to wrestle with it before saying, "Oh, hell 
with it. We can go out tomorrow," and pushing me back 
for another session of love play. Then we spent the 
entire day having sex in various parts of the house.

The next day I tried to reinitiate our love play, but 
she was insistent on going out on the town. To this day 
I couldn't say whether or not I was more interested in 
having sex with her, or more afraid of going out as a 
woman, but for her sake, I resolved to try.

We got showered, separately, so as not to risk starting 
something we couldn't stop. Then we went downstairs to 
her packages to get me dressed. The first thing she 
pulled out was a lacy, pink bra and panty set. I have to 
admit, I probably wouldn't have chosen pink, but it was 
an extremely pretty pair of lingerie. I took it, put the 
panties on first, but had problems with the bra. When 
Wanda noticed it, she said, "Stroke the pendant. If you 
ever have problems doing anything that you think a woman 
should, stroke the pendant and it'll give you the 
ability to function without thinking about it."

I stroked the pendant and then tried to put the bra on. 
This time I snapped the hooks in back like I had been 
wearing one all my life. Being honest, I was worried 
about how I would feel about wearing lingerie, but the 
extra support around my tits was a welcome addition, 
and, surprisingly, I actually liked the prettiness of 
what I was wearing.

After that, Wanda got me into a half slip, white blouse 
(through which my bra was somewhat seeable), blue skirt, 
stockings, and 3" heels. The buttons on the opposite 
side of the blouse were a bit of a problem, but I 
managed. But I had to stroke the pendant again in order 
to manage the heels. I thought that Wanda was going to 
do my make-up but she had me stroke the pendant and 
apply it on my own, and thanks to her magic, I did do a 
good job.

We took the time to unload her van, and then went to the 
mall. I got to admit it, I got into the whole shopping 
thing, and perhaps it was the fact that Wanda was 
footing the bill, but I spent much more than I ever 
thought I would that day. A fact that Wanda mentioned, 
and we both laughed about.

After we got finished, we went back to my house, and 
unloaded. While we were doing that I mentioned, "This is 
a hell of a lot more than a couple weeks of clothing. 
This is an entire wardrobe. How could you let me buy 
this much?"

Wanda laughed. "Hun, for a man, this is more than two 
weeks worth of clothes. But, as a woman, you'll be 
finding more reasons than you thought possible to change 
your clothes."

"How so?"

"Well, I want to take you out on the town tonight. Your 
current outfit, as nice, and, I might add, nicely 
suggestive as it is, it's hardly something we can go 
dancing in."

I suddenly got an image of me dancing in the outfit I 
was in, and I had to giggle. "I suppose not. You still 
shouldn't have let me buy so much."

She put her arms around my neck. "You were having so 
much fun I just couldn't say no." She gave me a quick 
kiss and said, "Come on, let's get you dressed for a 
night on the town."

We went upstairs and got changed. I figured I'd just 
change my outer garments and that's be it. Silly me. 
Wanda got me out of everything and into a set of plain, 
powder blue lingerie, including panties, strapless bra, 
and translucent full-slip. This time she put me into 
panty hose, rather than simple stockings, and 5" heels. 
The dress she put me into was a beautiful, blue, solid 
print, shoulderless, strapless gown. It showed just 
enough of my cleavage to be suggestive, but came down to 
just below my knees. Wanda got into a similar red dress, 
and we went out.

I figured we would be going to one of the few underage 
clubs around town, but once again, I was wrong. When we 
pulled up to the dance club, I asked, "What are we doing 
here?"

"Going dancing."

"But this is an over-21 club. They sell alcohol here."

"Yes, and I want you to promise me you won't be buying 
anything alcoholic to drink. The ID I created for you 
says you're 21. But if anybody asks, just tell them 
you're a designated driver. I may be sneaking you in, 
but that doesn't mean I think it's okay for you to be 
drinking."

"But why bother? Why not just go someplace else where 
it's not an issue?"

"Because this is the only place in town where you and I 
can dance together and not have to worry about people 
hassling us."

"Why's that?"

"Come on. You'll see." We went inside, where I took a 
look around. "Do you see what's special here?"

It looked almost exactly like I thought it would. It 
took me a few seconds to realize what was so special 
about this place. There were no men here. And many of 
the women were openly... amorous to each other. "It's a 
lesbian dance club."

"Bingo." Wanda kissed me right on the lips, and 
whispered, "And now you fit right in."

"I don't know about this. It's kind of scary. Protect 
me?"

She looked me in the eye and stroked my cheek. "Jenny," 
the name I had chosen, "I promise you, as long as it is 
in my power to do so, I will always keep you from harm."

Remembering what she had told me before about her 
promises I smiled and went into the club with her. Even 
now, four years later, I don't frequent dance clubs, 
lesbian or not, so I don't know what the standard is for 
the like, but for the most part, I liked this place. I 
liked the openness of the patrons, and the camaraderie 
they showed me. 

Although being a teenager, the two things I liked the 
best were, A, being someplace I probably shouldn't have 
been, and, B, the rather openly sexual way the patrons 
were expressing their affections for one another. It 
wasn't unusual for someone to fondle a tit while kissing 
their partner, or to grab someone's ass and grind 
pelvises while dancing to a slow tune.

After I got used to that level of openness, I got a kick 
out of doing my best to embarrass Wanda by openly 
groping her in front of people. She complained a little, 
not about the actual groping, but about the fact that I 
was getting her so excited that she wasn't going to be 
able to hide her cock. Of course, that didn't stop me, 
and, eventually, she dragged me into a stall in the 
bathroom and fucked me till she was soft, which was what 
I had wanted to happen in the first place.

Then we spent a couple more hours just being there. I 
danced with a few of the other women in the bar, and was 
glad Wanda had made it impossible for me to get hard, 
otherwise my dick would've poked a lot of women in the 
hips. After we went home, we had wild, passionate sex 
before going to bed.

The next ten days went pretty much the same, with us 
going out and having fun and getting to know one 
another, but two days before mom came home, Wanda sprang 
a surprise on me. "I've got someplace special I want to 
take you today."

"Where's that?"

"I'll give you a hint. You'll be wearing this," and then 
she held up a two-piece bathing suit.

"I don't know." During the two weeks I had been a woman, 
I had purposefully avoided clothes that would fit 
tightly around my crotch to avoid revealing my cock, but 
here Wanda was, holding up a bathing suit that would've 
kept nothing to the imagination.

Wanda came over and sat beside me on the couch. She gave 
me the suit and said, "Jen, if you really don't want to 
do this, I understand. But I want you to do this, 
because I want you to know that, as a woman, you can go 
anywhere without fear of the consequences. That you not 
only look like a woman, but can pass as a woman."

"Sure. You just want to see me in a skimpy bathing 
suit."

"Well, that's a big plus," she joked. "But seriously, 
I've been watching you. I don't know whether you're a 
natural actor or a fast learner or what, but as time 
went on, you have resorted less and less to the locket 
to be capable of doing what you've needed to do. Your 
only problem has been a lack of confidence. I want to 
give you that confidence. If you spend the day at the 
beach in a bathing suit, you'll know that there's 
nothing you can't do as a woman."

"Okay. I'll try it. For you."

"No."

"Huh?"

She took my face in her hands. "Jen, I don't want you to 
do this for me. I want you to do this for you. If you're 
going to do this just to please me, we might as well 
just stay home."

This was hard for me. Over the last twelve days, I had 
used the phrase, "for you," to give me the strength to 
do a lot of what we had done. And now I realized that 
she was right. I was using it as an excuse to avoid 
taking responsibility for what was going on. But now it 
was up to me. I could say no and walk away, but that 
would mean letting my fear run my life. But if I said 
yes, I would have no one to blame but myself for what 
happened.

Finally, I said, "Okay, I'll do it."

"For?"

"For me. To prove I can do it."

She kissed me. "That's great!"

We got dressed and went down to the beach. We changed 
into our suits at the private booths there. After I was 
changed, it took me a few minutes of wrestling with 
myself before I finally worked up the nerve to go 
outside. Wanda was waiting for me, and we went down to 
the beach, did some sunbathing, and swimming. I kept 
looking around, wondering if anybody knew what was 
between my legs, but all I got were the lustful stares 
from men (and a few women) that I had grown used to.

It was at the end of the day that I experienced the low 
point of my first two weeks as a woman. Wanda and I were 
sunbathing on the beach when a couple of shadows fell 
over us. I opened my eyes and saw a couple of guys, and, 
without warning, the older one, a guy in his mid-40s I'd 
guess, kicked sand on Wanda. Wanda bolted upright, 
screaming, "HEY!" She looked up angrily, but when she 
saw who it was, a smile came across her face. "Jack!" 
She got up and gave Jack a hug. "So is this a pleasant 
coincidence, or something else?"

"Something else, I'm afraid. I need to consult with you 
on a... business matter."

"It's okay, Jack. She knows what I am. Jack Byron, meet 
Jenny Welker. Jenny Welker, this is Jack Byron, a 
sorcerer." Jack took my hand and kissed it. Wanda 
pointed to the younger man, a guy about my age, my real 
age, that is. "And this is?"

Jack said, "This is Ben Chalker. He's a student of 
mine."

Ben took each of our hands in turn and shook them. 
"Charmed."

"Jenny, I've got to consult with Jack on something. You 
gonna be okay for a few minutes?"

Jack said, "It may take more than a few."

"How long?"

"Twenty, thirty minutes, maybe."

Wanda turned back to me. "You going to be okay for that 
long?"

I wasn't sure that I could, but with false bravado I 
said, "Yeah, sure."

She gave me a quick kiss and walked away with Jack. Ben 
then asked me, "So are you a sorceress like Wanda?"

"Me? No. I'm just a regular... girl."

"Really? Uhm, want to go for a swim?"

"No thanks. I don't want to get too much salt water in 
my hair."

"Okay."

We just stood there awkwardly for a while. I heard him 
mumble something, and asked, "What'd you say?"

"Oh, I was just..." He took my hand. "thinking out loud 
about how pretty you were."

All of the sudden I couldn't help realize how cute he 
was. I started getting images of me on my back with him 
lying atop me. "Thanks." I felt so flattered that he had 
noticed me. What I didn't know is that Ben had cast a 
spell on me in an attempt to turn me into his love 
slave.

"Y'know, we've got a while before Jack and Wanda get 
back. Would you like to go somewhere and share some 
carnal pleasures?"

At the time I couldn't think straight, or I would've 
been insulted by this crass approach, but thanks to 
Ben's spell all I could think of was how this cute guy 
was asking me for my heart's desire. At least what I 
thought of as my heart's desire at the time. I grabbed 
him and practically dragged him to one of those private 
changing booths.

When we were inside he said, "Why don't you take off my 
swim trunks for me?"

I knelt before him and pulled down his swim trunks. And 
there, staring me in the face was the biggest dick I had 
ever seen, then or since.

"Suck it, baby. Nice and slow. I like it like that. You 
want to do what I like, don't you?"

And I did. I took his dick and slowly licked it till it 
was nice and hard. Hard, it was over a foot of dick. I 
tried to get all of it in my mouth, but could only 
manage the first 7 or 8 inches. I sucked him and licked 
him, and thanks to his spell enjoyed every second of it. 
I don't know how long I took, but eventually he was 
spraying into my mouth and throat.

After he was finished, he said, "Now I want to fuck 
you."

I ripped off the lower half of my suit and pulled my 
legs up to my tits. He saw my dick and frowned. I was 
worried at that point that he wasn't going to fuck me, 
but he told me, "Get on your hands and knees."

I gleefully got on my hands and knees. I felt his hands 
on my hips and his dick at my ass. I started pressing 
backwards to get him inside when the pressure suddenly 
went away. I turned back. Jack had Ben in a hold, Ben's 
arm behind his back and Jack's arm around his neck.

I screamed in desperation and lunged at Jack, but Wanda 
intercepted me. She held my arms to my side and screamed 
at me, "Jenny,... Jerry, look at me!"

I don't know what it was that made me look away from Ben 
and Jack and at her. I like to think it was love. But I 
looked into her eyes. She spoke a few words in that 
language I couldn't understand and her eyes glowed blue. 
The spell that Ben had cast upon me lifted from my mind. 
"What... What happened?"

"It seems Ben has a problem with casting spells on 
unsuspecting women."

Jack said, "My apologies. He has been warned about this. 
He will be punished."

Wanda asked, "Jenny, are you okay?"

All I could say was, "I... I want to go home."

"Okay. Jack, can you handle Ben?"

"Of course."

After spelling up a new bikini bottom for me, Wanda and 
I went back to the van, and returned to my house. We sat 
on the couch together, and Wanda took me in her arms. 
"Jenny, are you okay? You haven't said a word since the 
beach."

I just buried my head in her chest and broke down in 
tears.

The next day I woke up in Wanda's arms on the couch. I 
kissed her gently, waking her up. She smiled at me, 
saying, "Good morning, Sunshine."

"Good morning, my love."

"Jenny. There's something I want to talk to you about."

"Go ahead."

"It's... at least partly about what happened yesterday."

I turned away from her. "Can't we just forget about 
that?"

"I wish we could." I felt her hand on my arm. "Jenny." 
Her hand moved up to my chin and turned my face back to 
hers. "Jenny. We need to talk about this."

"Why?"

"Because... I want you to remain Jenny permanently. To 
never go back to being Jeremiah."

"What? Why?"

"I... can't explain in detail. I can only say that there 
are aspects of my life that I want... I need to share 
with you. But I can only do that if you remain a woman. 
Now, because of Ben, and only because of Ben, I'm afraid 
you'll say no."

"I don't think it'd be that hard to come up with another 
excuse if I wanted to."

"Please don't joke about this."

"I'm sorry."

We talked about what had happened to me. We cried. We 
laughed. We bonded. After that, she asked, "Well? Do you 
think you could become Jenny permanently?"

"I don't know yet. I'm not saying no. I'm just saying 
that I've got to think about it."

"Fair enough. But think quickly. Your mom comes back 
tomorrow. And I may be being selfish, but I only 
promised to change you back today. Not making a decision 
by sunset tonight means you've decided on being Jenny."

"That's not fair!"

She cuddled up to me. "No. It's the letter of the 
agreement. Unfair would be not telling you ahead of 
time, then enticing you into an all-day sex session 
until the deadline passed. Now, I just want to be here, 
with you, as you consider my proposal."

We snuggled together until about 5 that afternoon, when 
I said, "Wanda."

"Yes?"

"I've decided."

With hopeful eyes, she said, "And...?"

"I'm sorry. No."

Her chin started quivering. "Was it what happened with 
Ben?"

"No. That's not it."

"Then what? Jenny, please, what can I do to convince you 
to stay a woman?"

"Wanda, I just don't think we can make this work."

Tears came to her eyes. "But why not?"

"Wanda, I'm only half finished with high school. I have 
friends who would never understand this, even if I could 
tell them. I am not even going to think about what to 
tell my family. Even if I could give up my friends, I am 
not going to give up my family. I am sorry, but there 
are just too many problems."

Wanda just stared at me, her lips quivering, her eyes 
filling with tears.

Eventually, she screamed, "No, please, no!" and wrapped 
her arms around me. "Please, Jenny, please. If you go 
back, there's something that I'd have to do that I'd 
hate to do. And I'm afraid I'd lose you forever."

"What are you talking about? You're not going to lose 
me."

Still desperate, she said, "You don't understand, and I 
wish I could explain it. Please, Jenny, please. For me, 
for you. I don't care what excuse you use, just please 
stay a woman!"

"Why? Why is this so important to you?"

"I can't explain unless you agree to stay a woman! 
Please! I can explain, but only after the change is made 
permanent!"

I was confused. This was clearly a lot more important 
than she let on.

"Alright."

She looked at me with tear soaked eyes. "You'll be Jenny 
permanently?"

"On one condition."

"Anything."

"I want you to answer me one question. But first, I want 
a promise that you'll tell me the truth when you 
answer."

"But-"

"But nothing. If it's something you can't tell me, it's 
not a lie to say that. But if this is something you 
can't tell me, I'm not sure I'd want to stay a woman."

Wanda gulped. "Okay."

"Say the words. Promise me you'll tell me the truth."

"I promise you that, to the best of my ability, I will 
answer your question truthfully."

"Alright. Tell me, how do you feel about me?"

"How do I feel about you?"

"Uh huh. From the very first day I met you, I have told 
you at least two or three times a day that I love you. 
But I have yet to hear the same from you. So, how do you 
feel about me?"

"I... I love you," she said as though amazed to hear the 
words come from her own mouth. "I do love you. I love 
you. I love you. I love you."

"Then I'll stay a woman on one more condition."

"But you said only one condition!"

"Well, I was wrong."

"But... But... Oh, alright. What is it?"

"Promise me we'll spend the rest of our lives together, 
living as... well, as wife and wife."

A joyous look came across her face. "Oh, YES! I promise, 
we'll live together as life-mates. I'll be your wife and 
you'll be mine, and we'll spend as much time together as 
we can."

"Then I give you my full and willing consent to make me 
into Jenny Welker for good."

Wanda smiled and pulled me to my feet. She took a step 
back, and said some more words in that strange language 
of hers. I felt a strange tingling in my tits. There was 
a residual tingling in the rest of my body, but it was 
mainly centered in my tits. When the tingling was over 
with, I opened my eyes. Wanda was staring at me in 
amazement. I looked down and my tits had grown to huge 
proportions! I mean porn star huge!

"What? What have you done to me? Why did you do it? I 
said I'd spend the rest of my life as a woman. Wasn't 
that enough?"

Wanda tried interrupting me, but I started babbling like 
the day I had first become a woman. And she handled it 
the same way, by grabbing the back of my head and 
plastering her lips to mine. After I calmed down, she 
said, "Jenny, it's time for explanations."

We sat down. "Jenny, All humans have some magical 
ability, but less than 1 in 1,000 have the potential to 
become a sorcerer or sorceress. Fewer than 1 in 10 of 
those have the ability to do anything more than 
consciously play with odds, control dice rolls, coin 
tosses, that kind of thing. 9 out of 10 of those can 
only affect their own bodies. Strength enhancement, 
speed, even a small few with limited shape shifting. 
What's left over, the 1 in 100,000, have powers like the 
mages of legend. Power to alter the very fabric of 
reality. And a rare few, maybe 1 in 100 of the reality 
manipulators have a power level so high that they are 
drafted into the battle between good and evil whether 
they like it or not. Jenny, you are one of those 1 in 10 
million."

"What?!"

Wanda nodded. "You have a magical potential so high that 
had you not been inducted into a good sorcerous 
community, the forces of darkness would've found you, 
brainwashed you and made you one of theirs."

"But why did I have to become a woman?"

"Well, normally, when we find a male with sorcerous 
potential, normally we send him to a male organization, 
but the most powerful male organization, the Collegiate 
Brotherhood, doesn't have the ability to safely awaken 
that last level of power, much less train them. So we're 
forced to induct them into the White Sisterhood, a 
sorority of mages."

"Wait a minute, what did you call that other 
organization? The male one?"

"The Collegiate Brotherhood?"

Suddenly I remembered the conversation my mom had with 
her friend. "They were talking about me."

"Who?"

I quickly explained about the conversation mom had had.

Wanda giggled. "Yup. Your mother is the senior sorceress 
for the entire state. Ann is the senior for the whole 
USA."

"Okay, I suppose I can understand why you had to awaken 
me, and even why you felt you had to make me a woman. 
But why..." I pointed to my tits, "these?"

"Actually, that's why you HAD to become a woman. When a 
person's sorcerous potential is released two things 
happen. First, a specific body part is enhanced. And the 
part that gets enhanced is dependent upon the spell 
being cast. With the male spell, it's the dick that 
grows. That's why Ben's dick was so huge. With the 
female spell, it's the tits that grow. The second thing 
that happens is that whatever form the person is in 
after growth becomes native form. I could've cast the 
spell on you as a man, but you would've become a 6'2" 
man with tits as large as you've got now. You'd've 
become a freak."

"So that's what you would've done if I had refused to 
stay as Jenny?"

"No. If you'd've refused, I would've had to strip you of 
your potential.

You'd've become an emotional waste because of it."

"Oh. But why did you make my tits this big?"

"I didn't make tits that big. The amount of tit growth 
is dependent upon the potential of the one being 
awakened. With a man you figure his sorcerous potential 
by squaring the length of his dick. With a woman, you 
double the inches of cup size and CUBE that number."

"So, Ben, with his 14 inch dick had a sorcerous 
potential of 196. And you, with a cup size of G, which 
is 10" of cup size, have a sorcerous potential of..." I 
took a few seconds to figure it out. "8000!"

"Yup. 8023 to be precise. But the fraction of an inch 
created by the extra 23 points is negligible. Now let's 
see what you've got." We took a tape measure and checked 
me out. "15 inches of cup size. Size L. That gives you a 
sorcerous potential of 27000! Holy crap! That's higher 
than anyone on the planet!"

"Really?" I beamed with pride.

"Don't get too cocky, my love. You're still going to 
have to learn how to use it. You're going to have to 
spend the next year in training learning how to use it. 
Then you get to call yourself a sorceress."

"So, are you going to stay by my side throughout it?"

Wanda got a sorrowful look on her face. "No. Your 
training must be done without distraction. But as soon 
as you're finished, and officially inducted into the 
sisterhood, I'll be right there to greet you."

"Oh."

"Hey, we still got till noon tomorrow together."

"Well, that's 19 hours." I reached towards her tits.

She grabbed my hand. "Not so fast, my love. Let's get 
you dressed and moved into my place first."

"Why? If mom's a sorceress too, and knows about this, 
why not wait for her to get home?"

"Because your brother doesn't know about it, and your 
mother needs time, after seeing what you have changed 
into, to get him prepared."

"Okay, I forgot about him. Does he have any sorcerous 
potential?"

"Minimal. Not enough to bother with."

I picked up my bikini top, which had popped off when my 
tits grew to their current size. "Cripes. I don't think 
any of my clothes are gonna fit me anymore. I think 
you're gonna have to change my wardrobe for me."

"Nope. You get to do that for yourself. Time to learn 
your first spell."

"Uhm, are you sure I can do this?"

"Of course. If I didn't I wouldn't have even transformed 
you." Wanda stepped behind me. "Take the bikini top in 
your hands." I did and she slid her hands down my arms 
to my hands. "Now, mental imagery is very important. 
More important than the words you use, although those 
are important too. Close your eyes. Envision the fabric 
changing, stretching, becoming larger. Envision the 
suit, and all your clothes for that matter, fitting your 
new form."

I closed my eyes and did as she instructed.

"Now, keep that image in mind and focus on your tits. 
Feel the energy surging underneath their surface." I 
felt the energy surging there. It was like two small 
suns pulsing in my chest. "Now imagine the energy 
flowing into the image of your changed clothes. Let the 
energy make the image real."

When I did this, I felt about to burst with power. The 
image of my clothing that I held in my mind had a 
strange reality that made it more real than my own 
clothing.

"Okay, now repeat after me." Almost in unison, we said, 
"Tel ym sehtolc won egnahc ot tif ym wen mrof." After 
saying these words, I felt a rush somewhat akin to 
orgasm and the image in my mind seemed to leap from my 
head and merge with reality.

I tentatively opened my eyes. I looked down at the 
bikini top. I had been holding it by the straps and it 
now hung much lower, since the straps were so much 
longer. I put the top on, and it fit perfectly.

I was ecstatic. I had cast my first spell!

"Now the resistance you felt when you cast the spell is 
reality resisting your magic. Honestly, I'm surprised 
you managed it on your first try. Most people lose focus 
when they feel that resistance."

"But I didn't feel any resistance."

"You didn't?"

"Nope."

"Hmm. I've noticed the same thing on low powered spells. 
But for you to not feel any resistance on a spell that 
powerful makes you a lot more powerful than I thought. 
Maybe you didn't change the rest of your wardrobe, but 
I'm pretty sure I felt the magic warp reality in your 
room, too."

"How powerful is that spell?"

"I don't know exactly, but I'd guess a rating of 
somewhere around 2,000."

"Why so high?"

"It's not, really. Any spell that affects the world 
around you takes more energy. Now come on. Let's get you 
packed and moved into my place."

We spent the rest of that day moving. Wanda taught me 
some spells and I used them to pack up all my stuff. 
Wanda teleported everything to her place (a huge 
penthouse apartment in the most expensive part of town, 
not having been there I couldn't visualize the spell), 
and then we drove there. After reversing the packing 
process. We went to bed at 3 AM (we were too tired for 
anything more than sleep).

***

The next day, we woke up together, had some wild sex and 
breakfast before there was a knock on the door. I 
quickly threw on my robe as Wanda answered the door. Ann 
came in with mom right behind her.

Ann said, "Good morning, Wanda, Jeremiah. By the 
rather... prodigious size of your bosom, would I be 
correct in assuming that you have chosen to join us?"

I answered, "Yes. And I call myself Jenny now."

"Well, Jenny, how about you and your mom spend some time 
together? I'd like to talk with Wanda alone."

I looked to Wanda. She smiled and nodded. I took mom 
into the parlor. Mom was a little slow to speak, but 
said, "Jerry,... Jenny, are you really okay with this? 
Because I want you to know that no matter what, you're 
my son and I'd defend you no matter what. Even against 
the Sisterhood." Then mom started babbling (I wondered 
where I got that from). I guess she felt guilty or 
something.

I put my hand on her mouth to quiet her. "Mom, you don't 
have to worry about defending your son against the 
Sisterhood, because your only son doesn't have a 
sorcerous potential high enough to bother with." Mom got 
a desperate look on her face. I think she thought that 
maybe I was disowning her. I put my hands on her 
shoulders and, with a smile, said, "And your only 
daughter is a fellow member of the order. Or will be 
once she finishes her apprenticeship."

"You... You're really okay with this?" I nodded and we 
hugged.

Then Ann and Wanda came into the room. Ann said, "Okay, 
I guess the only thing left is to move Jenny's stuff 
into storage during her apprenticeship."

Wanda said, "Actually, since Jenny's going to be moving 
in with me after her apprenticeship, we've already moved 
her stuff in."

Ann seemed openly surprised. "You have?"

I said, "Yes, we've promised to spend the rest of our 
lives together as wife and wife."

Ann smirked at Wanda. "Oh, really?"Wanda said, "Yeah, 
yeah, it's true. You were right. I was wrong. Don't rub 
it in."

"What?" I asked.

To Wanda, Ann said, "You want to tell her or should I?"

Wanda said, "Jen, I was like you. A guy with too much 
power for the Collegiate Brotherhood. The woman who 
brought me into the order got me to love her, but, 
unlike you, I didn't get her to promise to tell the 
truth when I got her to say she loved me. After my 
apprenticeship was over, I just figured we'd move in 
together, but she had not only moved on to someone else, 
but had forgotten all about me. I was heartbroken. When 
Ann said I'd eventually find my true love, I swore that 
I'd never love again. And every time the subject came 
up, I renewed my statement." Wanda took my hand. "I'm 
glad I was wrong."

I kissed her and said, "So am I."

The four of us spent the morning just chatting. At noon, 
Ann took my hand and teleported me to the White 
Sisterhood's training school. After only 9 months, a 
record training time, I passed my final exam and moved 
in with Wanda.

And that was how I became a teen sorceress, a woman with 
no legal identity.

***

Daphne listened patiently while Jenny related her story. 
After she was finished, Jenny said, "So, what do you 
think? And no, I have no intention of pleading 
insanity."

Daphne smiled. "A boy magically transformed into a she-
male woman? Not as unbelievable as you might think. But 
I do have one question. If you're as powerful a 
sorceress as you say, why not just cast a spell to 
change all your records to Jenny Welker?"

Jenny shook her head. "Can't be done. A sorceress must 
be able to envision at least the scope of the spell 
being cast. With today's paper and computer trails, 
there's no way anyone could imagine just how large a 
scope that kind of spell would encompass."

Daphne considered it for a few seconds. "And, I assume 
your mother will be spelling you out of here? And that 
you intend to wipe my memory with another spell?"

"I'm sorry, but yes."

"That might be a little harder than you think. Actually, 
I've got a few more questions for you, but before that I 
want to make a deal with you."

"No promises that I'll accept, but go ahead and make the 
offer."

"If I can get you out of here in one hour, will you come 
with me and meet my aunt?"

Jenny looked Daphne up and down, and finally said, 
"Okay. I'll bite. You have one hour."

Daphne smiled. "Just wait and be amazed." Daphne left, 
and Jenny waited.

45 minutes later an officer came in. "Miss Welker, I'm 
sorry. Apparently there was some kind of computer glitch 
with your records. It's been straightened up and you're 
free to go."

Jenny was amazed. She got up and left the room, and saw 
Daphne waiting for her with a smug smile on her face. 
Jenny walked over to her, and, in a whisper, asked, 
"Okay, how'd you do it? Some kind of hacker who broke 
into the DMV records?"

"Not exactly. Is there anyone you can get a hold of that 
has access to physical records of your youth?"

"My sister should be home by now. Mom keeps our birth 
certificates in a lock box in her room."

Daphne handed her a cell phone. "Call her."

Jenny dialed a number. "Hey, Bamb, it's Jen. I just 
wanted to call and let you know I'm out of jail, and to 
ask a favor. I need you to go to the lock box where mom 
keeps our birth records and take a look at mine. Yeah, 
I'll wait." After a few seconds, she said, "Yeah, no 
kidding. No, I didn't do it. Okay, talk to you later." 
Jenny hung up the phone and said, "My sister tells me 
that my birth certificate now reads Jenny Welker. How'd 
you do it?"

Daphne smiled. "I didn't. My aunt did."

"She must be a very skilled sorceress."

"Not exactly." Daphne looked at her watch. "My aunt's 
gonna be busy for the next couple hours. What say you 
and I go and get a bite to eat?"

"Sure."

They went into the garage, to a convertible sports car, 
a very expensive sports car. Jenny was amazed. "Is this 
yours?"

"Yup."

"How does a woman as young as you afford a car like 
this?"

"How old would you guess I am?"

"22, maybe 23."

"Actually, I'm 31 years old today. It's my birthday. My 
entire family ages much slower than normal. My little 
sister is 26, but barely looks 20." Daphne leapt over 
the door and into the driver's seat. "Get in." Jenny got 
in.

As Daphne drove to the restaurant, she said, "Speaking 
of little sisters, you say you've got a little sister at 
home. But according to your story, you've got a little 
brother. What's up with that?"

"I think we should get someplace a little more private 
before I discuss any more of my past."

"Okay, the restaurant where we're going has private 
rooms we can talk in.

Once we're there, I've got a few other questions to 
ask."

"That's good, because I've got a few questions of my 
own."



There may be more to the story to come...

All comments, suggestions, etc. may be sent to me at 
jrdss@micronet.net

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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