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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

This story was written simultaneously with Elizabeth's Story-Lynn, 
and was written (and I feel best read) by going to the first set of 
asterisks in ES-Elizabeth, then two sets in ES-Lynn, then two sets in 
Elizabeth and so forth.

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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ELIZABETH'S STORY: ELIZABETH

Hi.  I guess that's kind of silly, saying hi to my personal journal, 
but it just seems easier to write if I feel like I'm talking to 
someone rather then just writing down what happened.

Well, it's my first day of classes.  Today I'm signed up for 
aerobics, algebra 101, and english which I take on Monday, and 
Wednesday.  English also goes on on Friday.  Tomorrow I've got 
philosophy and Japanese, both of which are Tuesday/Thursday classes. 
Admittedly, I could do more, but I've got a class that isn't exactly 
for college credit, that takes up a lot of my time and energy.

What is that class, journal?  Well, I know you'll find this hard to 
believe, but I'm a Witch.  No, not a member of the Wiccan faith, but 
a real spell-casting Witch.  And no, I'm not crazy.  Perhaps I should 
explain.  Alongside humanity, another race was gifted with sentience 
(or perhaps we're just an offshoot of humanity, Witchly philosophers 
are still debating that one).  Anyways, this other race was gifted 
with the ability to collect and focus energy in strange and mystical 
ways, causing transformations in energy, matter, space and time, i.e. 
we can cast spells.  And that other class I was talking about is my 
furthering education in spell-casting.

Actually, I'm pretty good already, I've been a witch for almost six 
years now, six years this December actually.  But almost all Witches 
choose a specialization after getting all the basics down.  My aunt, 
for example, specializes in the instruction of new Witches.

New Witches, you ask?  Aren't Witches born that way?  We're born 
Witches, but we're not born with any power.  During the year 
following the birthday of a multiple of six (7, 13, 19, etc.) of a 
Witch, the Witch undergoes a Transformation and gains the ability to 
cast spells (my own was at the age of 13).  And when I say 
Transformation, I don't mean some mental or spiritual awakening.  I 
mean a physical Transformation that changes the body.  Sometimes in 
very sublime ways, sometimes in very radical ways.  My Transformation 
was of the more sublime type.  I simply got a tail.  A demon's tail, 
long, prehensile, velvety fur covering, and a tapered, pointy tip.

My specialty?  Physical transformations (note the little t), not the 
awakening Transformations Witches undergo when their power manifests, 
but changing people objects, etc. into other things.  I think I chose 
that specialization because of what happened on the day my power 
manifested.  You see, I kind of caused my brother to become my 
sister.  Well, technically all I did was give him a really big pair 
of hooters, and, for the record, it was an accident.

I think I should explain.  When I was six, and David (my brother) was 
13, our parents were killed by a drunk driver, and somewhere along 
the way Davey got it into his head that it was his fault they died. 
So after we moved in with Aunt Sarah (the Witch), he became sullen, 
moody, and, at times, just plain nasty.  Now, I started developing at 
age 9, and by my thirteenth birthday, I had grown into a D cup size, 
and was the target of endless teasing by Davey about it.  So on my 
thirteenth birthday, we're up in our room; I'm practicing my dancing; 
Davey's teasing me; I'm wishing Davey knew what it was like to have 
really big tits; I undergo my Transformation; my wish becomes a 
spell, and, ta da, Davey's got tits.  Big tits.  Really, really big 
tits.  36G tits.

Now when a spell is cast, it can be countered, but if it's countered 
by anyone other than the caster there's an energy backlash on the 
caster.  Now a trained witch can handle it easy, but an untrained 
witch (like I was at the time) gets toasted, so Aunt Sarah couldn't 
get rid of Davey's tits without hurting me.  Well to make a long 
story short, Davey became Daphne, a big titted she-male babe, later 
the spell was broken and he became Davey again, but decided a little 
while later to become Daphne forever.

Well now, I'm grown up.  18 and in college, with 40G tits.  Luckily, 
my G cups fit better on my 6'2" frame then they do on Daphne's 5'4". 
But my tits are also still growing.  Aunt Sarah says it's because of 
my Crutch.  You see, every Witch has a casting aid called a Crutch, 
something hard but not impossible to do.  This allows the Witch to 
collect and focus the energies of the universe to cast her spells (or 
his spells, there are Warlocks, male Witches).  My Crutch is dancing. 
Trouble is, before I started developing and getting top-heavy I was 
pretty good at dancing, and if they ever stop growing, I'll learn to 
compensate and dancing will become easy again.  So to keep my Crutch 
hard to do, my tits keep growing, and have grown one cup size every 
year.  Aunt Sarah figures that as long as I keep using my magic that 
they'll continue to grow until they're so large that I'll never learn 
to compensate for their size.

Oh, geez, I've spent so long reminiscing and explaining that I'm 
gonna be late for class.  Talk to you later, journal.

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

Well, today turned out to be a total wash.  I went to aerobics and 
saw her.  A beautiful little Eurasian girl, 5'2", long, black hair, 
with a muscular, lithe body that made me wet in my panties as I 
watched her change into her leotard.  Not that I dislike boys.  I'm 
bisexual, and like them in all shapes and sizes.  Why did she have to 
turn out to be such a bitch?

I cast my spell to hide my tail (a Mastered spell, a spell that a 
witch has taken the time to study and perfect so that she doesn't 
have to resort to the Crutch to cast it) then got changed.  We went 
through the class, and I was sure I saw her glancing at me more than 
once.  I thought it was with lust in her eyes, and all through class, 
I had to focus to keep from falling over as I envisioned us writhing 
naked on a bed together.  Then when we were finished, and getting 
changed back, she came up to me.  At that point, I was still hoping 
she was going to ask me out.  But instead, she has to say, "Excuse 
me, but how do you keep from falling over with those things?"

"Excuse me?"

"I mean, they must weigh a lot.  Or are they made out of helium?"

Then I heard a bunch of girl's laughing in the background, and 
realized I was the butt of a cruel joke.  Now in the last ten years 
of my life, I've had to deal with more than my fair share of teasing 
and heckling about my breasts, but when Lynn (her name) started in on 
me, I wanted to cry.  But I knew this would only encourage her so I 
steeled myself and looked right into her eyes.  I don't know if I got 
it through to her, but she walked off to join her little bitch 
friends.

Then, in some cruel twist of fate, it turns out that Lynn is in all 
my classes today.  And all through the classes she maintained this 
attitude of superiority, refusing to even look at me.

Well, I suppose I shouldn't let it get to me.  It's just that my 
prescient sense (something all Witches have) is giving me this 
feeling that tomorrow isn't gonna be much better.

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

Well, it turns out my prescient sense was right.  Lynn is in all my 
classes.  And, of course, she had to get her licks in.  At the end of 
Japanese, she came over and said, "Why are you in this class?  Don't 
you know that people who speak Japanese are supposed to have normal 
tits?" and walked off with one of her little friends giggling in the 
background.

Well tonight I attend my Witch course and that should help.  It 
always helps me settle down.

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

Well, my Witch class turned out to be not as settling as I wanted, 
but it was fruitful.

I danced my way to class (which is to say I teleported there with a 
spell).  I met my teacher, a beautiful, blonde angel (literally, her 
Transformation gave her big, white, fluffy, feathered wings) who is a 
Master of physical transformations.  I'd have loved to have bedded 
her, but she and her husband are exclusive to each other.  Never met 
him, but I wonder if he's as cute as she is.  (Okay, I admit it, I'm 
overly sexually oriented, so sue me.)

Well, about half-way through my class, Karasina (my teacher's name) 
stops and says, "Elizabeth, something's wrong."

"What?"

"Why don't you tell me?  You're not concentrating or focusing on your lesson."

I looked shyly at the floor.  "Well, there's this girl at school, 
who's been teasing me a lot."

"What about?"

"About my breasts."

"But you've experienced teasing like that before.  Why does it have 
such an effect on you this time?"

"It's just..."

"Yes?"

"I wanted her."

"Ah, and because you desired her, you were disappointed when she 
turned out to be so mean."

All I could do was nod.

"So punish her."

"What?  How?"

"Make some small change to her body, something that won't be obvious, 
and that she could cover with her clothes, but that'll make her 
self-conscious about her body.  I'd suggest including something to 
make sure she won't freak out and go running off to any doctors."

"You think I could?"

"Of course.  You've got more than enough skill to manage something 
small like that."

I must've smiled like you wouldn't believe.  "And I think I've got 
just the thing."

I finished up the rest of my lesson with a smile on my face.  I 
spelled myself home.  Then I cast the spell that would transform 
Lynn.  What was it?  Lets just say that when she wakes up in the 
morning, she and my sister will be much more similar.

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

Oh, journal, I have made a terrible, terrible mistake.  In case you 
haven't figured it out, I cast a spell to give Lynn a dick.  And just 
to be sure she'd really feel self-conscious, I made it a pretty big 
one, almost ten inches.  Then, when I went to school this morning, I 
saw her.  Practically from the moment our eyes met she buried her 
head in her locker and kept hidden.  As I changed, I could see her 
occasionally staring at me from across the room.

She didn't even attend class with the rest of us.

When I went back into the locker room after class, she was nowhere to 
be seen, but I heard others discussing how she was in the stalls, 
saying she was sick.  Well, I wanted to see her.  I wanted to see her 
face.  So I waited for her to come out.  I had to wait for everyone 
else to leave, but I finally heard the bathroom stall open.  When 
Lynn came out, she had this funny look on her face.  At first, I 
thought it might be a real sickness, but realize now that it was 
barely controlled lust.

Anyways, I asked her, "What's wrong with you?"  And, in response, she 
charges across the room and slams me against the lockers.  Now if I 
hadn't been so surprised by her reaction, there's no way she'd've 
even moved me.  But before I could even recover, she grabbed my head 
and pulled my lips down to hers.

That was when it happened.  All conscious thought deserted me.  My 
one thought, my only thought, was to get Lynn's dick inside of me.  I 
pulled us down to the floor, with her on top of me.  I'd have ripped 
my panties off, if Lynn hadn't beaten me to it.  Then she presses her 
dick to my cunt and rams it home.  And I LOVED it!  She started 
slamming into me, no technique, no style, but despite that, I wanted, 
no, needed more (you know, despite her lack of control, she wasn't 
all that bad).  We bucked together.  I wanted to cum, but something 
held me back.  All I could do was pound my body against hers in 
sexual fury.  Then she came, and something inside me let go and I 
came.

As we lay there together, I had a chance to realize what had 
happened.  Remember how I told you that the first day, I kept seeing 
us naked together?  Well, when I cast the spell to give her a dick, I 
lost focus and envisioned it again.  I thought that, since the spell 
wasn't disrupted, I had managed to regain control, but it turns out 
that my desire for her became part of the spell.  Then, when she 
grabbed me and kissed me, that part of the spell was transmitted to 
me, and the only thing either of us could do was consummate a 
physical relationship (thank the Great Maker, it hadn't happened when 
the rest of the Aerobics class was around).

Well, now I'm feeling guilty, because I had just basically raped this 
girl's mind, when Lynn looks up at me and freaks.  She jumps up, 
yelling, "Oh, my god!  Oh, my god!" and tries to run away.  Well, 
there's no way I could let her do that, so I used my tail to trip 
her.  I should say that I keep my tail invisible and in a state of 
conscious tangibility, which is to say that as long as I'm not 
thinking about it, my tail's intangible (i.e. can pass right through 
anything).  But after I used my tail to trip her, I grabbed her and 
wrapped my arms around her.  At which point I had to use a spell to 
amplify my strength, because she was struggling so much (one of a 
small collection of Mastered spells I have in case I need to defend 
myself).

She kept trying to get away as I told her, "Tell me what's going on, 
and I'll let you go."

She finally calmed down a bit, and said, "I raped you.  Oh, my god, I 
raped you!  I've only had my dick one day, and already I'm a rapist!"

As if I wasn't feeling guilty enough.  I take control of this girl's 
mind and turn her into my sexual puppet (the fact that I was a victim 
of my own spell was not a big moderating influence), and she winds up 
thinking she's a rapist.  So I pull her close and tell her the truth 
(well, part of it).  "Lynn, you didn't rape me."

"You're just saying that.  I forced myself on you.  I forced you to 
the ground, ripped off your panties, and raped you."

I gave her a light laugh.  "Hun, I stand a full foot taller than you, 
and probably weigh almost twice as much as you do.  Hell, I could 
probably weigh my tits and they'd weigh as much as you do."  That got 
a little laugh from her.  I took my hand and turned her face up to 
mine.  "Lynn, I wanted you as much as you wanted me."  Then I kissed 
her, which she quickly warmed to.

Then I heard from behind me, "Well, isn't this cute?"  I turned and 
saw that girl who had been with Lynn and me in Japanese class.  She 
looked right at Lynn and said, "You're off the team."  Then she 
walked away.

As soon as she was out of sight, Lynn buried her face in my tits and 
started crying.  "Who was that?  What was that all about?"

Then through her sobs, Lynn explained that she was (or more properly 
had been) a cheerleader, and that was Louise, who was a bitch of a 
girl who ran the cheerleading team like a personal stable of lesbians 
for her amusement.  She explained how Louise hated anybody taller 
than she or who had bigger tits than she did (which was a double slam 
in my case).  She also explained how Louise had made her tease me, 
and apologized for not having the strength to stand up to the wench 
(mind you, that's my editorial on Louise, not Lynn's words).

I apologized to her.  It was actually for changing her, but I told 
her it was because of the bad stuff I had been thinking about over 
the past couple days.  We spent the rest of the day together, walking 
around the campus, arm in arm whenever possible.  But at least with 
our fingers together the rest of the time.  Then we parted company 
that night, I promised to see her the next day, bright and early.

Now I'm at home, getting my thoughts together while planning the 
spell to reverse what I've done to her.  I briefly considered 
transferring the spell to Louise, but decided that I couldn't bear 
her having an overwhelming desire to fuck me.  And I sure wouldn't 
want to lose all control and have an overwhelming desire to fuck her.

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

I woke to someone pounding on the door.  I stood up in the middle of 
the room, barely cognizant of my surroundings.  It took a few minutes 
for me to remember where I was and what had happened.  I was at my 
apartment in college.  Last night (or what I thought was last night) 
I had tried to cast the counter-spell that would return Lynn to 
normal.  But something had gone wrong and I had been slammed with a 
terrible backlash as the counter-spell failed for some reason.

I tried to figure out what had gone wrong, but between the pounding 
on the door, and the backlash induced headache, I wasn't having much 
luck.  I sat down, hoping that whoever was out there would go away, 
but no such luck.  Whoever it was only pounded louder and started 
calling my name.  It was a sign of how out of it I was that it took 
me a few seconds to realize that it was Lynn.  I leapt to my feet, 
which was about the worst thing I could do.  Ever have one of those 
pounding hangover headaches where every sound seems to pierce to the 
core of your brain, and then have someone yell in your ear?  Well, 
this was worse.

I fell back into the chair and cried out in pain.  Which, of course, 
only prompted Lynn to pound harder.  I managed to get up, pull on a 
robe (I spend a lot of time in the nude), and stagger to the door.  I 
opened it a little ways, barely remembering to pull my tail under the 
robe.

With great concern, Lynn asked, "Liz, are you okay?"

I rubbed my forehead with the palm of my hand.  "Yeah, it's just some 
migraines.  I used to get them all the time about 6 years ago." Back 
when I was learning to use my powers, there was this cute Warlock in 
class, and I wasn't paying as much attention to my studies as I 
should, which resulted in more than a few failed spells.  "They'll 
pass."

"Well, when you didn't show up for classes the last couple days, I 
got worried."

Couple of days?  "What day is it?"

"It's Saturday morning."

Saturday morning?  Cripes, the only way the broken spell could've 
affected me that badly is if it had failed completely.  Which meant 
that Lynn still had her dick, as well as an overriding desire to love 
me.

"Oh, geez," she said, "you are really out of it."  She pushed the 
door open and slid inside.  "I am sticking by your side till you are 
through this."

I tried to argue, but she wasn't having any of it.  She sat me down, 
then asked me if I had anything she could fix for me.  "There's some 
tea in the kitchen."

While she was setting the water on to boil, she asked, "Where are 
your roommates?"

"Don't have any."

She stepped out where I could see her.  "Don't have any?  What is 
this, a two bedroom apartment?"

"Three."

Lynn laughed.  "Well, if you think Louise hated you before, wait till 
she finds out you're from a wealthy family."

"Well, I am from a wealthy family, but this apartment comes out of my 
own money."

Lynn stared at me.  "You're kidding."

"Nope.  You've got a wealthy girlfriend."  Lynn smiled.  "What?"

"That's the first time you called yourself my girlfriend."

"Do you mind?"

"Not at all."  She went back into the kitchen and started whistling 
happily.  I just hoped she felt the same after I got rid of the 
spell.  From the kitchen, she asked, "What do you want in your tea?"

"A little lemon, some honey and a couple teaspoons of sugar."

"Honey and sugar?  You've got a real sweet tooth, don't you?"

"Very much so."  I think I should mention, spell casting takes a lot 
of energy, so my kitchen (as well as the kitchens and pantries of 
most Witches) is stocked with lots of high-carbohydrate foods.

After a little while, Lynn came back with a couple glasses of tea. 
"I made a glass for myself.  I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all.  My kitchen is your kitchen."

"Which is as good an opening as any.  I've got a question I'd like to ask you."

"Shoot."

"Well, you've got so much extra space here, and I was wondering..."

"Yes?"

"Could I move in?  I can pay part of the rent, so I wouldn't be a freeloader."

At this point I'd like to think that I would've seen that coming if I 
hadn't been dealing with a backlash induced headache.  It was, of 
course, impossible.  Between my tail and my spell-casting, there's no 
way a roommate was going to work out.  If I hadn't been dealing with 
that aforementioned headache, I probably could've thought up a better 
excuse, but all I could think of to say was, "I'll think about it."

Some of my concern must have leaked forth, because Lynn frowned. 
Turning her head away, she said, "Oh, okay.  I understand."

I placed my hand on her arm.  "No, I don't think you do.  Lynn, I'm a 
very private person.  I was fifteen before I got a room of my own." 
I left out that that was my fault.  "Before coming here, I lived in a 
house with five adults, two babies, and me.  I value my privacy, and 
if it were anybody but you, I wouldn't even consider it.  But right 
now, thanks to this migraine, I can't consider much of anything. 
Just give me some time, hun."

That seemed to placate her some.  "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Well there is one thing that always used to help."

"What's that?"  I reached under her skirt, and started stroking her 
through her panties.  "Oh.  Well that I can do for you."  She reached 
under her skirt and pulled her panties down from around her member.

I untied my robe, and slid out of it, all without getting up. 
(Thanks to that damned headache, I was too out of it to cast the 
spell to hide my tail.)  "Let me see you naked, now."

Lynn did a slow striptease for me, and she was good.  I was very wet 
by the time she climbed on top of me, and kissed me.  Her hands found 
my breasts, as her dick seemed to find my cunt like a homing missile. 
My own hands started to stroke her tits as she started to move in and 
out of me.  And she was good.  Much better than the last time when we 
were both totally out of control.  After only a very short while, she 
had me screaming in orgasm.  And that wasn't the only one of the 
evening.  I sucked her to orgasm once, and she brought me off a 
couple more times before we settled in and fell asleep together.

Technical note:  I wasn't just out for sex.  The release of sexual 
energies helps displace the energies of the backlash that cause the 
headaches.

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

Well, I woke up with Lynn in my arms.  I wanted her to be there 
always, but felt at the time that it wasn't possible.  Lynn woke up 
quickly and we had a quickie before she went back to her place.

That was when I called Aunt Sarah explained the situation and asked 
for her advice.  Surprisingly, she recommended that I talk to 
Karasina and her husband.  It seems that alongside Karasina's mastery 
of physical transformations, her husband is a master of mind control 
spells.  I called Karasina and asked if I could come over.  She said 
yes, so I quickly spelled my way there.

I explained my situation and asked if she could help.  After we 
analyzed the physical components of the spell I cast and she 
determined that I had made no mistakes in that area, she agreed with 
Aunt Sarah that I should talk to her husband.

As I was walking out the door she told me, "Be warned though.  My 
husband's a little unusual looking, even for a member of our breed."

"Unusual?  How so?"

"Well, let's just say he was a little older than the average age when 
he underwent his Transformation."

As a general rule, the older a Witch (or Warlock) is when he 
undergoes his Transformation, the more powerful the Witch, and the 
more radical the Transformation.  Now I took this warning to mean 
that he'd probably look pretty radical, but I really had no idea how 
radical.

I went out to the mountains on their ranch and called his name, "Samuel!"

I saw what I had thought to be some kind of mountain lion sunning on 
the rocks, get up and stretch.  Then I noticed it, the "lion" had a 
beak.  An entire eagle's head, wings and foreclaws, in fact.  It 
seems that Karasina's husband was a gryphon!  Samuel took to the air 
and flew down beside me.  "Samuel Devlin, at your service."

I was a little flabbergasted, but I quickly composed myself, 
explained the situation, and asked for his advice.

"Hmm, you say the girl says she loves you?"

"Yes."

"Well that explains it."

"I don't get it."

"The girl really does love you."

"How can you be so sure?"

He sat on his haunches.  "You included a component in your spell to 
make her not want to go running to a doctor when she woke with a 
dick.  But unwittingly you included an almost insane desire to bed 
you."

"Yes, I know that."

"You also know that humans are not powerless in the realm of magic?"

"Yes, but there haven't been any trained human mages since the Witch 
wars of the dark ages.  At least not to any significant degree."

"Regardless, they still have an instinctive ability to manipulate 
magic energies.  In fact, if the records for human births went back 
that far, you'd probably find that she had a few mages in her 
ancestry.  Now, when you cast your original spell, no individual 
component of your spell was something she'd object to, so her 
instinct for protection didn't kick in.  But when you cast your 
counter-spell, she felt the insane need unraveling, and, not having 
the training to tell the difference between her own desire and the 
spell-induced desire, her instinct kicked in and disrupted your 
counter-spell."

"So is there any way to cast the counter-spell safely?"

"Two ways, but I don't think either is going to happen."

"Why not?"

"Despite trying, no Witch has managed to do the first, and you're not 
gonna want to do the second."

"What are they?"

"The first, awaken the girl's latent magical talent and train her to 
the point where she can counter-spell it on her own."

"And the second?"

"Make the girl hate you."

"You're kidding!"

"Nope.  As long as she loves you, her latent talent will resist any 
attempts you make to counter-spell the spell.  Make her hate you and 
the spell can be counter-spelled."

"Couldn't I just make her dislike me for a while?"

"Nope.  Just as her love for you is genuine, so must be her hate in 
order to make the counter-spell work."

I sighed.  "You're right.  I don't want to do that.  I won't do that."

"Well, then you and she just became best buddies."

"What do you mean?"

"What happens if the girl gets into an accident?  She goes to the 
hospital, and the doctors find out she's got a dick and tits. 
They'll probably assume she's a human transsexual, but a male to 
female one.  They'll check the medication records to make sure they 
don't give her some drug that'll interact with medication or hormones 
she'd be on if she were a transsexual, and they'll find out that 
she's on none of the drugs that she's supposed to be on.  They'll 
also find out that she was born a woman, not a man."

"And they'll try to find out why she's now got a fully functional 
dick.  She'll spend the rest of her life being poked, prodded, and 
analyzed, all because of the spell I cast."

"Exactly.  So you have to be there to help her whenever necessary so 
that no one finds out about her new appendage."

"But... what about my appendage?  My tail I mean."

"Well, I didn't think you meant that you had given yourself a dick." 
At first, I didn't notice it, but I quickly realized that Samuel was 
just joshing with me.  "Why don't you tell her?"

"Tell her I'm a Witch?"

"No.  Just tell her you've got a tail."

"And how am I supposed to explain that?"

"Tell her it's a genetic abnormality.  Tell her you were born that way."

"And she's supposed to believe that?  She's seen me in a leotard."

Samuel gave me a look that made me think he was smiling behind that 
hard beak.  "Liz, didn't you wonder why, with so many Witches' 
personal prohibitions against mental spells, I chose to specialize in 
them?"

"Well, I figured it had something to do with your... unusual body."

"Exactly.  With the inability to cast long-lasting spells that can 
cover the transformation, I needed a way to go about the human world 
unnoticed.  And I have found that when humans are confronted with a 
choice between facing something that makes them change the way they 
face reality and something somewhat unbelievable, they choose the 
unbelievable every time, no matter how fantastic."

I was heartened at that.

"So is that all?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess so, at least for now.  Can I call you if I have any 
other questions?"

"Of course, but it'll probably be best to make it a magical call." 
He lifted one of his front talons.  "These aren't exactly designed to 
handle most telephones."  I laughed a bit at that.  "So, it's now 
time for me to hunt and feed.  And, unless you have a very strong 
stomach, I'd suggest you go back inside."

He then spread his wings and took to the air.  I went back inside and 
told Karasina what he had said.  She got this hidden knowing kind of 
smile, and said, "Can you see yourself out?"

"Sure.  What's up?"

"Oh.  Nothing."  She just got a dreamy smile on her face and walked 
towards the door to the outside.  I followed her a bit and when she 
was at that point where she would've been out of sight had I stayed 
where I was, she unclasped her gown and stepped out of it.  She was 
nude underneath.  She took to the air, and I headed back inside and 
spelled myself home.

When I got there, I called Lynn on the phone.  When I got no answer, 
I got worried.  So I took a few seconds and calmed down.  I then 
reached in and relied on my psychic sense to see if I could find Lynn.

The weird thing about the psychic sense all Witches have is that for 
the immediate future, like in the next day or so, it's really hard to 
control.  So the easiest way to handle it is to go forward a day or 
two and rewind.  Like hitting the rewind on a VCR.

So I went forward about a day and a half to the evening tomorrow. 
Lynn and I were in bed with someone else, a pretty blonde about 5'5", 
maybe 5'6".  Lynn was on her back, I was riding her cock, while this 
other girl was straddling her face and Lynn was eating her out.  I 
leaned forward and hugged this stranger, while I brought my tail 
around and stroked her tits.

I watched for a while, fascinated.  But, finally, I hit the rewind 
button and went back through the next day.  In reverse order, we (the 
three of us) spent the night before sex talking, Lynn and I picked up 
this girl from the hospital, attended the day's classes, spent the 
night sleeping together (just sleeping, no sex), moved Lynn, me, and 
somebody else's stuff (I'm assuming it belonged to the same lady as 
we were playing with) into a new condo, then I took Lynn home from 
the hospital.  At that point, the image became fuzzy and faded.

Now, since we picked this other girl up from the hospital, I assumed 
it was she who had been at the hospital, but I couldn't be sure, and 
dashed off to the hospital.  When I got there, I went running through 
the halls calling Lynn's name.  I found her in the ER (I felt stupid 
realizing I should've started there first).  She explained that a 
friend of hers had been attacked and raped.

At that point, I got a really bad feeling, a psychic sense of bad 
times ahead.  So when Lynn went off to talk to her friend, I went and 
called my aunt and made arrangements to purchase a condo.  Not that I 
couldn't afford it on my own, but most building owners have a problem 
selling to 18 year olds so having my aunt handle the business details 
would speed things up considerably.

After the arrangements were made (even I was amazed when Aunt Sarah 
handled the arrangements on another line while we were talking), I 
went to meet Lynn in her friend's room.  When I went in, I was less 
than surprised to find that Lynn's friend was the woman in my vision. 
I told Lynn about my new place and asked her and her friend to move 
in.  I went home and got my stuff packed up (Lynn stayed with her 
friend).  Then I moved it to my new place, picked up Lynn and went 
and got hers and Jen's (Lynn's friend) stuff, and moved it into our 
new place.  Then, just like in my vision, we fell asleep in each 
other's arms.

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

The next day, we went to classes as usual.  That afternoon, we picked 
up Jen as I knew we would.  And that evening, came what I most 
dreaded, the revelations of secrets.  Earlier Lynn had confessed to 
me her own worries about telling Jen about her dick.  After all, Jen 
had seen her nude before, she couldn't just say she had been born 
with a dick.  I told her not to worry, after all I had my own secrets 
to reveal.  Besides, if worse came to worst, I could always cast a 
spell to make Jen not want to say anything about Lynn's change.

That evening, after a quick order in dinner, we all got together. We 
chatted amiably for a while, then I stood up.  "There's something 
that I have to show you.  A secret that I have to share."  From the 
look on Lynn's face I could see that she thought that I was talking 
about her.  At that point, I pulled my blouse out of my skirt and let 
my tail out.

Lynn was shocked, and Jen was amazed, but decidedly nonplused about 
the whole thing.  I would learn why shortly later before we went to 
bed, but I'm getting ahead of myself.  Lynn stood up, came over and 
stroked my tail.  "It's so soft and velvety.  But I don't get it, how 
did you manage to keep it hidden?"

"Well, after all the years I've had it, I've managed to learn a few 
tricks to keeping it hidden."

"But where did it come from?"

"It's a genetic abnormality.  I have to keep it secret to avoid a lot 
of problems, but since there was no way I was gong to be able to keep 
it secret from you two for very long.  I just hope you two can keep 
my secret."

Jen stood up, came over and hugged me.  "Of course, we'll keep your 
secret.  Won't we, Lynn?"

Lynn was still a little shocked, but she snapped out of it and said, 
"Of course, Liz.  I'd never do anything to risk hurting you."

I hugged both of them at once, then gave Lynn a look to let her know 
it was her turn to let her secret out.  She got the hint.  "Since 
we're revealing secrets, there's something I need to show you, Jen."

"Is this something you can show Elizabeth," she asked, "or should she 
leave?  No offense, Liz."

"None taken."

"Well, Liz already knows about it."  Lynn then stepped back, turned 
around, took off her skirt, slip and panties, and then turned around.

Jen was shocked.  "Lynn, you got a... I mean...  What happened?"

"I don't know.  But last Wednesday, I woke up with this.  Liz and I 
have already had fun with it on a couple occasions.  I just hope you 
can keep it a secret, too."

Jen walked over and hugged Lynn.  "Of course, hun.  I just wish I had 
a secret I could share with the both of you."

We got into a big, group hug.  Then I went in and started washing the 
dishes to put them in the dishwasher.  A little while later, Jen came 
in.  She started loading the dishes into the dishwasher.  "I must 
say," I started, "you seem to be taking everything in stride.  My 
tail, Lynn's dick, your rape.  You seem to be a pretty resilient 
young lady."

"Well, I admit, if I had seen Lynn's dick before I had seen your 
tail, I probably would've been more freaked, but I just figured it 
was the result of a spell you cast."

I dropped the dish I was cleaning back into the water, I was so 
shocked.  "What...  What're you talking about?"

She looked straight at me, and said, "You are a Witch, right?  Or am 
I way off base?"  I was so shocked I couldn't even speak.  Jen placed 
her hand on my arm.  "Relax, sister.  I'm a pre-Transformation Witch 
myself."  Jen had to grab me to keep me from falling into the sink, 
the relief was so great.

"Don't scare me like that."

"Sorry.  So what happened to Lynn?"

Quickly I explained what had happened and why.  I then asked, "So 
when's your next potential Transformation date?"

"Nov 25th.  The day after Thanksgiving."

"Nov 25th, that's a lunar harmonic with my birthday."  Witches who 
have birthdays exactly 29 days apart are on a lunar harmonic, and my 
birthday was December 24th.  When they work together, their powers 
seem to mesh unusually well.  "Maybe we can work together some time."

At that point, Lynn walked in.  "Are you girls about finished?  I'd 
like to get to this evening's festivities."

Jen teased, "Slutty wench."

Lynn stuck her tongue out at Jen.  "And don't even pretend you don't love it."

We just finished loading the dishwasher, then went into my bedroom. 
We all got undressed and climbed into my bed.  Our games started with 
me on my back as Jen and Lynn played with my ample bosom.  We quickly 
moved into more active love play as my vision played itself out.

We had much fun that night, and all of us came many times that night. 
We fell asleep in each other's arms, with Lynn nursing at my teat.

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

Well, it's been a month and a half and classes have been pretty busy, 
which is why I haven't done any writing in the diary in all that time.

Something's happened though that I felt I just had to get written 
down.  It started with Jen, Lynn, and I heading off to a Halloween 
party.  Jen, who had managed to avoid getting booted from the team 
(apparently there was some altercation between Louise and the rest of 
the team that made booting her impossible), was dressed in some kind 
of cat person outfit.  Lynn was dressed in a ninja's outfit (ever 
other year she tries to choose a classically Japanese outfit to honor 
her mother's side of the family).  And I was feeling particularly 
trampy that night and was dressed as a whore.

Now relating some back facts, it turns out that the guy who raped Jen 
was a serial rapist with a taste for cheerleaders, and, up to 
Halloween, had managed to avoid capture.  Well, I was somewhat tired 
of it, so I had cast a spell after the last reported rape that would 
send me a warning if he had tried to rape another girl.

So we were walking along, and it happened.  Suddenly the spell 
overwhelms my senses and sends me an image of this thug grabbing a 
woman in a cavewoman's outfit and dragging her off into the bushes. 
Now when the image first came to me, I had stopped cold, and Jen and 
Lynn were asking me something.  But all I did was yell, "Bastard!" 
thinking, of course, of the rapist, and took off running to the part 
of the park where I had seen the event happening.

As I run, I cast the spells to enhance my strength and speed (both 
mastered spells).  I got to the scene just as the rapist was taking 
down his pants.  Without slowing down, I stuck out my arm and 
clotheslined him.

I quickly turned back.  Liz and Jen had followed.  No big surprise 
there, although I had hoped that they hadn't considering what I 
faced.  But since they had, I decided to get some help.  I told them 
to get the woman out of here as the guy got up and charged me.  I 
quickly knocked the man down (no big deal in my enhanced state) as 
Lynn and Jen got the lady and got out of there.

Shortly after they had left, the man got up and pulled out a 
switchblade.  Now, despite my enhanced state, I was not foolish 
enough to try to take on an armed lunatic, so I simply let loose with 
the most powerful spell I had mastered.  I turned him into a bunny 
rabbit.  Permanently.

I bent down and whispered into his ear (he was still thinking like a 
human), "You'd better hope that some kid finds you and decides to 
take you home as a pet before some hungry mongrel does."

I walked home and into the condo.  Jen and Lynn were there with the 
victim.  Imagine my surprise when it turned out to be Louise!  Lynn 
asked me, "Are you all right?"

All I could say was, "Yeah, I'm fine.  I'm gonna head to my room. 
You two can handle this?"

I started walking towards my room, as Lynn stopped me and whispered, 
"Liz, let it go.  I know Louise has been harassing you, but we're 
together; we're happy.  Don't let what she's done poison you inside."

I stopped.  I know she was right, but at the time, I was too angry to 
think straight.  Without looking back, I purposefully said in a voice 
loud enough for everyone to hear, "I can't just forgive her for what 
she's done.  Maybe if it were just to me, but it wasn't."

"I've forgiven her."

"Really?  You say that now, but would you say that if you were going 
through one of your spells where you sit awake at night and fondle 
your cheerleading outfit longingly?"  I know I shouldn't have used 
that.  While seeing her at night, I could tell that the loss of 
position on the team was really hurting her, and I was just rubbing 
salt in her wounds.

All she could say was, "Maybe not."

"I didn't think so."

I started heading to my room.  Lynn yelled out, "Liz!"

Louise suddenly yelled, "Lynnette!"

Liz turned to face Louise.  Now at that point I was really angry, and 
if Louise had said anything nasty to Lynn, I'd've used my fully 
enhanced strength to pound her into the ground.  But Louise surprised 
every one of us by saying, "She's right.  I don't deserve to be 
forgiven."

I turned around, suspicious of Louise.  "Now this is a new tactic. 
What're you up to?"

Lynn yelled, "Liz!  Cut her some slack!  She was almost raped!"

"Look!  I wouldn't wish being raped on my worst enemy.  But let's 
face facts, at this point in my life, SHE is my worst enemy."  I 
pushed past Lynn and got right in Louise's face.  "Now what the hell 
did I ever do to you?  Why do you hate me so?  For that matter why do 
you hate anyone with larger tits than you?"

Louise sighed.  She didn't even look up at me as she said, "I'm 
sorry; I really am.  I don't mean to be so mean, but I see it 
happening and I can't stop it."

"But why?!"

"It's kind of a long story."

"Well, we got time."

Louise just sat there for a while, not saying anything.  Finally, she 
sighed and started her story.  "I wasn't born a woman.  I was born 
Alan David Pratt.  When I was 10, my parents died, the victims of a 
drunk driver."  Now this struck me to the core, and I could feel 
myself softening.  "They left me, my older sister, and older brother 
well off in terms of cash, but very, very alone.

"Now my sister and brother had always been close, and I was kind of 
the odd man out.  At the time of my parents death, my sister was 16, 
and my brother 18.  Both took after dad, and were big, and tall, 
where as I took after mom, and was small, and thin.  They were both 
jocks, where I tended to prefer more artistic endeavors.

"So, two years later, my sister decides she doesn't want a little 
brother anymore, she wanted a little sister, so she talks my brother 
into allowing her to force feminize me.  She beat me, dressed me in 
girl's clothes, allowed her boyfriends to get out their gay 
tendencies by raping me.  She even talked my brother into hiring a 
professional Dominatrix to break my will.

"And that was the beginning of my real problems.  Mistress Donna 
force fed me female hormones in order to get me to start developing a 
female body.  And it worked.  For the next three years, I was kept 
like that.  A transsexual she-male slave to my sister's insane 
desire.  I had to be her sex toy, personal slave, and sometime hooker.

"When I was 15, we had a change of social workers.  My brother tried 
to buy the new guy off, but it didn't work.  The social worker found 
out what was going on and had my brother and sister thrown into jail. 
But by then, the damage was done, and I was forced to undergo the 
sexual reassignment surgery, and live the rest of my life as a woman."

Lynn said, "I don't get it.  If you hadn't already gone through the 
surgery, why couldn't you just take counter-balancing doses of male 
hormones and become Alan again?"  A question I myself wanted to ask.

"If they had been using normal hormones, I might've been able to do 
that.  But they weren't.  They used a new hormone called Estrogen 
GX-3."

At this I was shocked.  I should explain that when my brother decided 
to become my sister, she decided to keep her dick, so just in case 
anyone found out, the whole family learned as much as possible about 
sex changes.  And, believe me, Estrogen GX-3 is nothing to fool 
around with.

I asked, "And they pumped you full of EGX-3 for three years?"  Louise 
nodded.  "Holy crap."

Lynn asked, "What?  What is this Estrogen GX-3?"

"Estrogen GX-3 was a concentrated hormone compound that was combined 
with an unusually reactive agent designed to create a faster, more 
powerful reaction in the male body resulting in much more feminine 
development in the body."

"So?  Why not use the counterpart male hormone?"

"There was no counterpart agent.  Despite Freud's theories of penis 
envy, there are a lot more men who want to become women then there 
are women who want to become men.  As a result the technology to 
cause the former is much more advanced.  But that's not the worst 
part."

"What?"

"Estrogen GX-3, or EGX-3, was eventually banned by the FDA.  It turns 
out that it was so reactive that it tended to damage the body's 
normal hormone production.  After only 6 to 10 months it was 
guaranteed to cause unpredictable breakdowns in the user's chemical 
balance.

"Furthermore, EGX-3 was NEVER designed to be used on a teenager.  It 
was designed to be used on adults whose hormone balances were already 
set, and even then only in cases where the male's testosterone levels 
were unusually high.  It was designed to overwhelm and destabilize 
the production of hormones in the male body.  I can't imagine the 
effects of using it on someone going through puberty whose hormone 
production is already in a state of flux."

Louise said, "After three years, it totally overwhelms the body's 
normal hormone production, and causes it to stop producing 
testosterone and produce only EGX-3.  Without male hormones 
countering the effects of the EGX, the body becomes a lusty, 
Barbie-like female parody.  At the age of 15, I had measurements of 
36-22-36 with a DDD cup size.  After a full year of intensive medical 
treatments they got me back down to 34-25-32, and my current C cup. 
Eventually I grew back to 36-24-34, but I need to take intensive 
weekly sessions to replace the testosterone my body should be 
producing with specially engineered hormones that the EGX won't 
destroy."

Lynn said, "Your sessions with the coach."

Louise nodded.  "She's not my lover.  She's a doctor who spends her 
time helping me be normal."

Lynn continued, "But that doesn't explain why you're so nasty to 
people with larger bust sizes than you."

I explained, "Without balancing male hormones, and with her body 
actually producing EGX-3, if she ever missed one of those sessions 
with the doctor, she'd wind up blowing up to her Barbie doll 
proportions in short order.  Every time she saw someone like me it'd 
be a reminder of that."

Louise said, "And I hate women who are taller than me because they 
remind me of my abusive sister.  I'm sorry, Elizabeth.  I really am. 
But even now, I realize that if I even look at you, I'll get nasty 
and defensive."  I realized that at no point during this conversation 
had Louise looked up.

"It's okay."  I realized she needed a friend and gave Lynn a slight 
push towards Louise.  She went and sat beside her and hugged her.  I 
thought about it and asked, "Louise, if you could go back, go back to 
being a boy, would you?"

Louise gave a short laugh.  "If you'd've asked me that five years 
ago, I would've said yes without a moment's hesitation.  But now,... 
no.  I have too much fun being a girl.  I just wish I could be a 
girl, a full girl, I mean.  Now, I'm stuck in this half state.  A 
freak not of my own making."

I thought some more.  I realized that although I couldn't yet help 
her (manipulation of hormone balances is still a little beyond me), 
Karasina could.  The question was whether or not I dared asked her. 
Manipulation of human affairs is never engaged in lightly.

Finally, I decided to ask.  The worst Karasina could do was say no. 
"Louise, there's some people I know who, I'm pretty sure, will be 
able to help you."  Thinking of Samuel, I also mentioned, "They 
should even be able to help you deal with your issues with your 
sister."

Louise snorted.  "Well, I'll give anything a try, but I'm not holding 
out much hope anymore."

"Well, I'm pretty sure that if they say yes, they can help.  The 
question is, are they gonna say yes."

"Why wouldn't they?" Lynn asked.

"These people are pretty hush-hush.  They may want to help, but they 
may feel the risk is too great, and decide they can't."

Louise said, "With my luck, they'll be able to help, but decide they can't."

I said, "I'll go make the call."

"I'll go with you," Lynn said.

"No.  I told you, these people are hush-hush.  You stay here with 
Louise.  I need to be alone to make this call."

I could tell Lynn wanted to ask questions, but she just nodded.  I 
went into my room and dialed Karasina's number.  After she answered I 
told her about Louise and asked if she could help.  She seemed as 
torn as I was, but eventually agreed.

I went back into the other room.  "They've agreed to help."

"So what do we do now?" Lynn asked.

"We go to bed.  We get some sleep."  I had arranged for Louise to be 
picked up in the middle of the night, but to avoid suspicion, I gave 
the prearranged story, "Louise will go in the morning.  Louise, who 
do you want to sleep with?"

"You'd let me sleep with one of you?  After what I've done to you?"

"That wasn't your fault, and you shouldn't be alone tonight."

"I..."  Louise looked around.  "I'll sleep with Jen tonight.  If 
she'll have me."

I was glad Louise had decided on Jen.  Not that I would've begrudged 
her Lynn, but I was glad nonetheless.

Jen put her arm around Louise.  "Of course, I'll have you."

We went to sleep, Jen and Louise in Jen's bed, Lynn and I in mine. 
Karasina came in the night, casting a spell to keep all non-Witches 
asleep, and when we woke up, Louise was gone.  I said, "I figured 
something like this would happen.  I just called.  Louise is safe."

Lynn asked, "But what happened?"

"They came in the night and got her.  No questions, no problems."

"Who are these people?"

I put my arms around her.  "Hun, if I could answer that question, 
I'd've done so last night.  Please, just trust me."

I could tell that Lynn was really torn.  She wanted to ask questions, 
but didn't want to insult me by asking them.  And, to be honest, I'm 
not sure how I would've answered if she had started asking.

Luckily I was saved by the bell.  The phone rung.  Jen answered it. 
"Hello?  Oh, Louise!  How are you?  Uh huh.  Uh huh.  Yeah, okay, 
I'll get her.  Lynn."

Lynn took the phone.  "Louise?...  Louise, are you okay?...  But 
where are you?...  Are you sure you're okay?...  And are you 
happy?...  Is she a nice person?...  HE?  I thought you couldn't 
stand men?!...  Well, I guess if you're happy...  You want to talk to 
Elizabeth?...  Sure."  Lynn held the phone out.  "Liz, she wants to 
talk with you."

I took the phone.  "Hi, Louise."

"Hi there, yourself."

"So what's up?"

"Like you don't know."

"So Karasina and her husband were as big a help as I thought they'd be?"

"Oh, yeah.  Already they've stabilized my hormone balance, helped me 
deal with my problems with my brother and sister, and dealt with most 
of the emotional problems stemming from my abuse.

"And their son... What a hottie.  I could tell from the start that he 
was sweet on me, but I couldn't stand to be around him.  But after 
Samuel sent me on a trip through my brother's mind, and I saw how 
pathetic he truly was I saw how cute he was.  He's a centaur, you 
know.  Karasina has agreed to transform me into a centaur if we still 
love each other in a month.  But I don't see how I couldn't love him."

"Well that's great.  I hope you're very happy together."

"Well, I just wanted to call and say thanks."

"You're welcome."

"I was wondering, could I leave a number where Lynn and Jen could 
reach me?  Karasina says it's okay."

"Let me double-check.  Put Karasina on the phone."

"Sure.  Karasina."

Karasina picked up.  "Yeah, hun?"

"Yeah, Karasina, you know what Louise wants?"

"Yes, I do."

"And it's okay?"

"Yes, it is."

"Okay, I'll give her the number."

"Louise wants to speak to Lynn."

"Okay, I'll get her.  Lynn, Louise wants to speak with you again."

Lynn took the phone.  "Louise?...  Yeah?...  Well, I'm glad to see 
you've forgiven her...  Bye."

While Lynn had been talking, I had written down the number to 
Karasina's and set it down by the phone.  "This is where you can 
reach Louise if you want to call her."

Lynn looked at it and said, "This is an international number."

"Uh huh.  It's in Australia."  Lying, I said, "She's not at that 
number quite yet, but she will be tomorrow."

Lynn seemed confused and obviously wanted to question me, but Jen 
came to my rescue and said, "It's time for classes, girls."

We went to classes that day, and Lynn seemed to forget about it, but 
I wonder...

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

Oh, Great Maker, I may have lost Lynn forever!  It was a little less 
than a month after Halloween.  Lynn, Jen, and I went out on Nov. 24th 
to celebrate her birthday.  With the 25th being a possible 
Transformation day, we couldn't afford to spend that day together. 
We went to a fancy restaurant and spent the better part of the night 
chatting and laughing.  Then it happened.  A little after 10 pm, Jen 
put her hand to her forehead.  Right in the center of her forehead.

Lynn asked her. "Is something wrong, Jen?  Got a headache?"

Jen just looked at me.  "Get me to the bathroom, now."

As soon as she said that, I knew what was happening.  Jen was 
undergoing her Transformation!  When a Witch starts her 
Transformation, she gets this weird tingly sensation that starts in 
the base of the spine, travels up the spine, over the top of the 
skull and stops at a point between her eyebrows.  It really freaked 
me out when it happened, but as the descendant of the human offspring 
of a human/Witch mating the odds were seriously against me ever 
developing into a Witch so no one had explained it.  But Jen was the 
offspring of a Witch/Warlock mating and as such knew what she was 
destined for.

I quickly grabbed Jen and ran to the bathroom.  I hoped against hope, 
but, of course, Lynn followed.  I got Jen into the bathroom and sat 
her on the edge of a sink.  As I checked the stalls, I told Lynn, 
"Lock the door, Lynn."

"What's going on, Liz?"

"Please, Lynn, we don't have time for questions.  Please, lock the door."

Lynn turned and locked the door.  Just in time, too.  I watched her 
as her ears grew furry and pointed and moved to the top of her head. 
Her eyes became golden, and slitted, like a cat's.  Already I could 
see a motif forming.  her hands grew large and paw-like, and the fur 
grew up her arm.  Suddenly she got a pained look on her face.  She 
reached under her skirt and ripped off her panties.  A tail popped 
out. A (you guessed it) long, furry cat's tail.  I watched as her 
legs grew furry.  As the fur grew to her feet, she popped her claws 
and slashed off her shoes.  Her feet grew large and cat-like and grew 
the non-retractable claws that cats have on their back feet.

Lynn was obviously flabbergasted and speechless.  Jen looked at 
herself and said, "Row, rih ih  row R roo row mowwww.  Rrreooo row." 
I knew what she was saying.  All Witches can understand other Witches 
through their Transformations.  I had heard, "Well, this is what I 
look like now.  Pretty cool."

Then she noticed what she was saying.  "Roh, wohw!"  (Oh, shit!)

Lynn looked to me.  "What...  What's going...  What hap..."

"Lynn, I need a favor.  I need you to go out and get a credit card 
out of my purse, and pay for dinner.  Then take my car, and head 
straight home."

"No.  Not until I get some answers.  What the hell just happened here?"

"Please, Lynn!  I'll explain everything when we get home.  But right 
now, I need to sneak Jen out of here.  If anybody out there sees her, 
they'll ask too many questions."

"Promise me, Liz.  Promise me, when we're home together, you'll let 
me know what's going on.  You'll tell me the whole story."

"I promise."  I have to admit that I had briefly entertained thoughts 
of trying to spell what had happened out of Lynn's mind, but that 
promise made that impossible.

Lynn stayed in the room for a few seconds before heading out to the 
dining area.  I quickly danced up a spell so that whatever credit 
card Lynn picked, it would have her name (no sense making problems), 
then spelled Jen and me home.

When we got home, Jen asked, "So now what?"

"Now, I get ready to send you to Aunt Sarah's in the morning.  She's 
the head Witch trainer for North America.  She'll contact your 
parents, and then get you set up in your classes."

"No, I meant about Lynn."

"I tell her the truth."

"How much of it?"

"The whole truth."  When I saw her about to say something, I said, "I 
promised.  And I love Lynn too much to break a promise to her."  Jen 
nodded.  "But what happened?  I thought tomorrow was your birthday."

"I've been thinking about that.  The only thing I can think of is 
that I was born at 12:47 am in New York City."

"And you forgot to compensate for the time difference."  In point of 
fact, a Witch can undergo her Transformation at any point from the 
time of her birth to 24 hours after that point.  Since we were on the 
West Coast, she had been at risk from 9:47 on.

Lynn chose that point to burst into the room.  She was clearly 
surprised that we had beaten her home.  We stared at each other for a 
while, no one knowing what to say.  Finally Lynn pointed at Jen and 
asked, "So what happened to her?"

"Sit down, Lynn.  This is kind of complicated."  Lynn sat down.  I 
explained to her about Witches, Transformations, and told her that 
Jen was a Witch.

"This is just... so fantastic."

Now came the big confession.  I suppose I could've gotten away with 
nothing more than I had told her, but I promised her the whole story. 
"That's not the only thing."

"What?"

I took my tail in hand and held it in front of me.  "She's not the 
only Witch here."

"Well, okay.  Your tail is the result of a Transformation."

"That's not it.  You remember, before that incident in the locker 
room, how I was so upset at you for the tormenting Louise had you put 
me through?"

"Yeah?"

"I wanted to teach you a lesson.  Make you know what it was like to 
have a body part that made you feel totally self-conscious.  And when 
I did I also wound up accidentally including an overwhelming desire 
to be with me."

It took her a few seconds, but she finally got it.  "My dick?  You 
did this to me?"  I could only nod.  "But after you learned the 
truth, why didn't you change me back?"

"I couldn't."

Lynn suddenly got very upset.  She got up, grabbed her purse, said, 
"I...  I got to think about this," and before I could say anything, 
stormed out of the condo.

"Great Maker, she seemed upset."

Jen then told me, "You said it wrong."

"Huh?"

"You said it wrong.  The way you said it when she asked why you 
didn't change her back, it sounded like you couldn't change her back 
because you were afraid of losing her.  Not because your spell was 
disrupted."

I thought about it and realized that she was right.  I broke down in 
tears.  Jen was right there to comfort me, but I still cried my eyes 
out.

The next morning, Lynn still hadn't returned.  I didn't want to push 
it, so I left her a message saying that I would like to talk to her, 
and left Aunt Sarah's number, saying I'd be there until I got her 
call.

That was a month ago, it's now my birthday and she still hasn't 
called.  I tried to cast the counter-spell to turn Lynn back, 
figuring she hated me enough now, but it still didn't work.  I don't 
know what to think.  I've dropped out of school to study magic full 
time.  Maybe, if I can't counter-spell my mistake, I can find that 
secret that will return magic to the world of humans and Lynn will 
forgive me.

The worst part is, I've found out that I'm pregnant.  Since Lynn's 
was the only dick that's been inside me in the last four months, and 
I'm now about 3 and a half months pregnant it's her baby.  I want to 
tell her, I just don't know how she'll handle it.

Great Maker, what do I do now?

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

Happy, happy, joy, joy!  Lynn called!  I was in helping Aunt Sarah 
with her class when there was a knock on the door.  Now when Sarah's 
teaching her Witch class, it better be a big thing to merit an 
interruption.  Otherwise you might wind up disrupting some student's 
control of a spell he was trying to cast.  Luckily though, Aunt Sarah 
was lecturing, and just said, "Come."

Daphne, my sister, opened the door and stuck her head in.  "Lizard, 
there's a call for you."

"Can't you take a message?"

"Elizabeth, you really need to take this call."  Now I knew this was 
serious.  Ever since we were kids, David (Daphne before her 
transformation) and I had pet names for each other.  David was Davey 
(and later Daphy after he became a she) and I was Lizard.  The only 
time we used our regular names was when we needed to import the 
seriousness of the situation.

I excused myself and went upstairs to get the phone (Aunt Sarah 
insists that no portable or cell phones be near the training area). 
"Hello?"

 From the other end of the line I heard, "Liz, it's Lynn."

My legs went weak and I had to sit down.  "Lynn?  Is it...  Is it really you?"

"Liz, I want to talk with you.  Face to face.  Can you... bring me through?"

I wondered where she had picked up that particular phrase.  "Bringing 
someone through" is Witch slang for teleportation.  "Yeah.  Yeah, of 
course.  Are you at the condo?"

"No.  I'm at a pay phone.  I'm not sure exactly where."

"Okay.  It'll take a little longer.  Just don't go anywhere."

I set the phone down without hanging up, told Daphne to go warn Aunt 
Sarah not to try any major spells, and started dancing.  Soon, there 
was a glow in the center of the room, and Lynn was there.  She was a 
pathetic sight, drenched through from the top of her head to the tips 
of her heels.  I wanted to run to her, take her in my arms, but was 
too frightened to move or even speak.

Lynn took the initiative, ran to me, and wrapped her arms around me. 
I broke down in tears of joy and Lynn did the same.  We collapsed 
together on the couch, crying together.  Eventually we broke.  I 
looked at her and said the first thing that came to mind, "You're all 
wet," and felt really stupid while saying it.

"It's raining back home."

I didn't know what to say.  "Did you...  Do you... forgive me?"

Lynn took my face in her hands and gave me an incredible French kiss 
(she was always good at that).  After we broke, she said, "I forgive 
you."

We had another crying fit while hugging and cuddling.  Eventually, 
she looked into my eyes and asked, "So, are there any other secrets 
you want to tell me?"

Oh, great, she had to ask me that just as we were getting back 
together.  "Well, there is one thing.  But, I want you to know, I 
didn't know about this the last time we were together, and I didn't 
want you to think that I was trying to manipulate you into coming 
back after I found out."

"Okay, what?"  I still wasn't sure what to say.  Liz seemed to sense 
my fear and said, "Liz, whatever it is, I want you to know that I 
want to spend the rest of my life with you, and nothing will change 
that."

"Well...  It seems...  I'm pregnant.  And since you're the only one 
that's cum inside me for the last 6 months that makes you the... 
father."

Lynn just stared at me for a few seconds before her eyes glazed over, 
and she collapsed.  I screamed for Jason, Daphne's lover, and fiance. 
He's in Med-school and has become the family's de facto medical 
consultant.  He burst into the room with Daph and Andrea close 
behind.  As he checked out Lynn, Aunt Sarah ran into the room.

"What's wrong with her?" I asked.

"I can't find a thing.  I think she just fainted."  He looked at Aunt 
Sarah.  Aunt Sarah's Crutch is Rhyming incantations, and she can cast 
spells on the fly a lot better than I can.

"For goodness' sake,
Lynn awake"

Remember how I said a Witch's Crutch is never something they find 
easy?  Well Aunt Sarah's Rhymes are never really any good.  But they 
work.  Lynn's eyes fluttered open, and she sat up.  "You okay, Lynn?"

"You're... pregnant?  With my baby?"

I nodded.  Lynn lay against my bosom.  After a bit, she sat up.  "So 
are you going to introduce me to your family?"

"Going left to right, the tall lady with the big tits is my Aunt 
Sarah.  Next is Jason, my sister's fiance.  Next is my sister Daphne, 
and her lover Andrea.  Later I'll introduce you to Peter, Aunt 
Sarah's hubby, later on.  He's up in the nursery taking care of his 
and Andrea's kids."

"Bringing up the subject of husband and wife.  Elizabeth, would you 
marry me?  I know that the law doesn't recognize same sex marriage, 
but I'd still like to go through the marriage ceremony with you."

I was speechless.  Since a Witch or a Warlock can permanently change 
anything about themselves except for what was changed in the 
Transformation (and even that can be changed temporarily), the 
concept of two people not being able to declare a life mating simply 
because the partners were born the same sex is kind of silly.  I 
wanted to tell Lynn about this but couldn't find the words.  Luckily 
Aunt Sarah could.  "Human law may not recognize same sex marriage, 
but Witchly law does.  If you two would like, we can get Karasina to 
perform the ceremony.  She is empowered to do so."

I was hopeful and was about to ask Lynn if she would but she beat me 
to the punch.  "I would love that.  Elizabeth, can we?  Can we get 
married?"

I was ecstatic beyond belief!  "Yes, yes!"  I wanted to scream it to 
the world.  I wrapped my arms around her and we hugged and kissed.

That was an hour ago.  Karasina agreed to perform the ceremony and 
everyone is going to be there.  We're going to hold the ceremony on 
Karasina's ranch since it's so much more spacious.  We (all 
participants including guests) also are required to be completely 
naked and untransformed (it's symbolic of entering the marriage 
hiding nothing).  Now the house has a lot of space around it but 
there's still too much chance of somebody noticing a gryphon in the 
back yard.

Lynn sent a message to her parents to call, but she's a little 
worried about how they'll react.  But I'm not.  Together Lynn and I 
will overcome anything.

But as for surprising reactions, Lynn seemed rather unconcerned when 
I promised her I'd find a way to get rid of her dick.  I wonder if 
she's decided to keep it.  Not that I'd mind.  I mean, I'd love to 
have tasted her cunt juices, but she's gotten really good at using 
her dick on my cunt.

I am so excited.  Lynn and I plan to spend the rest of our lives together.

I couldn't be happier.

]last journal entry[
-- 
"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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