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I've finally completed the first part of the sequel to I Was a 
Teenage Sorceress.  It's not the story in full, but I've been 
promising this story for so long I thought I'd better publish as I 
completed rather than publishing all at once when I completed them.

The previous installments of this story line are republished under 
the heading "Witch Chronicles".

WITCH CHRONICLES 001 - A TG Witch's Tale
WITCH CHRONICLES 002 - Elizabeth's Story-Elizabeth
WITCH CHRONICLES 003 - Elizabeth's Story-Lynn
WITCH CHRONICLES 004 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 1
WITCH CHRONICLES 005 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 2
WITCH CHRONICLES 006 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 3

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 or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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I WAS A TEENAGE SORCERESS

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 a 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 
superheroines.  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?"

"Naw.  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 someones 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 lifemates.  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."

TO BE CONTINUED...
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@micronet.net

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