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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: LYNN

Monday, first week of school:

It's my sophomore year at college, and the first day of classes. 
I've signed up for Aerobics, Algebra, Philosophy, Japanese, Chemistry 
201 and, thanks to the final I missed last year, English 101.  I 
signed up for the cheerleading squad once more, and once more, I'm 
going to be kissing the team captain's cunt, literally.  Not that I 
mind, really.  Louise is a looker, and kissing her cunt did get me on 
the first squad.  I just wish she weren't such a bitch, after all, 
some of the non-lesbians deserve to be on first squad too, but 
because she's the coach's "special friend" she gets to hand pick the 
squad members.

Well, I'm off to class now.  Aerobics, Algebra, and English today.

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

Oh, gawd, I am so ashamed.  I was in the locker room getting changed 
for Aerobics.  Louise was there, as was the entire squad (coach 
requires us all to take Aerobics).  Then she walked in.  Her name is 
Elizabeth.  An amazonian beauty, the likes of which are seen only 
once in a lifetime.  Trouble was, she had two things which were 
destined to make her Louise's enemy.  At 5'6" and a 36C bra size, 
Louise hates anybody taller or with a bigger bust than her.  And this 
girl was over 6' and had HUGE tits.  Tits that were so big she 
must've had to get her bras custom made.

Now, Louise might hate women with big tits, but me, I find them 
utterly fascinating, the bigger, the better.  And, of course, this 
being a cruel and unfair universe, Louise caught me ogling her as she 
changed into her leotards.  Louise didn't say anything at first, but 
if I had learned anything about her last year, I knew the depths of 
Louise's bitchiness knew no bounds.

And, of course, I was right.  During class, I couldn't help but stare 
at Elizabeth as she moved.  But after class, Louise made her move. 
Actually, she had me make her move.  She had me go over and tease 
Elizabeth about her big tits.  I tried to refuse, but Louise made it 
clear, tease Elizabeth or I was off the cheerleading squad.  And I'm 
ashamed to say, I did it.

When I did, Elizabeth gave me a look that would've wilted fresh 
lettuce.  And I deserved it.

Then, the universe, playing it's next cruel and unfair trick, put 
Elizabeth in all my classes today.  I couldn't even look at her all 
day.  I just hope tomorrow will be better.

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

Once again, the universe has proven itself cruel and unfair.  Except 
for Chem 201, Elizabeth is in all my classes.  It might not have been 
so bad, but Louise had to be in our Japanese class with us.  She had 
me go over and tease her once more before she left for the day.

Well, tonight should be better.  It's the first meeting of the 
"Cheerleading Pep Club".  Actually it's just an excuse for all of us 
Cheerleading Lesbos to get together and have some sexual fun.  I'll 
tell you about it later.

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

Damn.  I thought this evening's entertainment would help settle me. 
Instead, it's only made things worse.  The evening started off as 
usual, with all of us in Louise's "stable" (if that sounds bitter, 
it's because it's how I feel right now) showing up at her house.  We 
did what we usually do, we put all of our names on slips of paper, 
and put them into a hat.  Of the twelve of us, six are drawn.  These 
are the senior partners.  Then each of these six draws a name from 
the remaining six.  These are the junior partners.  Then, for one 
hour, the junior partners have to do anything that the senior partner 
requests.  The only requirements are that no physical pain can be 
involved and at least 30 minutes has to be devoted to being naked and 
alone with each other.

After the draw I turned out to be junior partner to Julie.  Now don't 
get me wrong, Julie's a marvelous girl.  It's just that she's a 
bit... unimaginative.  She took me upstairs (Louise rents a house 
with 4 of the other cheerleaders, so we've always got plenty of 
space) and closed the door, locking us in together.

She looked at me with lust in her eyes.  "Strip."  I started to do a 
slow striptease for her, but she just said, "Faster."  I quickly 
shucked out of my clothes, as she stripped out of hers (any of the 
other girls would've had me take their clothes off for them).  She 
then ordered me to rub her breasts, which I gladly did.  She moaned, 
leaned forward and kissed me.  Our tongues mingled together as her 
hand sought for and found my cunt.  I gasped and pulled her closer to 
me, our breasts crushing together.  After our kiss, Julie, her 
fingers still in me, walked over to a chair, pulling me behind her. 
She had me sit down, then knelt between my legs and starting eating 
my muff.

That was when it first happened.  I thought I felt this weird 
pressure on my legs, and when I looked down, it wasn't Julie between 
my legs, it was her, Elizabeth, I mean.  I shook my head to clear it, 
and Julie was back.  Trouble was, my thoughts kept drifting back to 
her.  So after Julie finished me off, and took her turn in the chair, 
it happened again.  I looked up as I was licking Julie's cunt and saw 
Elizabeth playing with those huge tits of hers.  I tried to shake my 
head, but the image wouldn't go away.  Luckily, Julie didn't seem to 
sense a thing, and when she came, the image of Elizabeth faded.

Then Julie took us over to the bed, had me strap on a dildo (a large 
collection of sex toys is kept in every room) and start fucking away. 
And then it happened again.  I saw Elizabeth underneath me.  And 
Elizabeth looked up at me and smiled.  This time I gave in and gave 
"Elizabeth" the best fucking I could.

Trouble was, after we finished, and Julie came like gangbusters, I 
felt really guilty, and had to leave, telling Julie that I didn't 
feel well.  To avoid any complications, I snuck out.  If there was 
one thing I didn't want to deal with it was Louise.

As I walked home, I broke down in tears.  I realized I had fallen for 
Elizabeth, but had probably blown any chance I had with her.

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

It's been a weird day today.  And I don't mean weird as in a few odd 
things happened, I mean weird as in outright Bizarre!  When I woke up 
this morning, I went into the bathroom and peed.  But I did it 
standing up.  It wasn't until I got to school and was about to change 
for Aerobics that I realized I had grown a penis in the night!  Yeah, 
I know, it sounds nuts, but right now, instead of a moist slit, I've 
got a dick hanging from my crotch.  And the weird thing is, I'm not 
freaked in the slightest.  It just seems so natural hanging there.

But as I got out my leotard, I realized I had a problem.  There was 
no way that leotard was going to hide my new appendage.  Then, as I 
stood there wondering what I was going to do, Elizabeth walked in, 
and out jumped the fantasy.  I stared at her, seeing her on her back 
with me on top of her, pumping away into her with my dick.  I 
couldn't take my eyes off of her as she changed, with my dick getting 
harder and harder (by the way, that was when I found out I had about 
9-10 inches of dick meat).  After she was changed and everybody had 
gone to start class (I had told everybody who asked that I still 
wasn't feeling well), I had to go into one of the stalls and jack off 
a few times.  But every time I came, I'd close my eyes, Elizabeth 
would spring to mind, and, ta da, my erection was back.

I stayed inside of the stall as the girls in the class returned.  A 
few girls asked me through the door if I was okay, but I begged them 
off.  That is, when my attention wasn't focused wholly on Elizabeth's 
voice in the background.  It took all I had not to rush from the 
stall and assault her right in front of everyone.

I waited until all the sounds dispersed, hoping that everyone had 
left.  I exited the stall and saw Elizabeth.  I hoped that I could 
controlled myself, but she looked at me, and said, "What's wrong with 
you?" and that's all it took.  I rushed across the room, slamming her 
against the lockers.  I grabbed the back of her head, and pulled her 
down to me, plastering my lips to hers.  I'm not sure exactly how it 
happened, but the next thing I knew, we were on the ground, and I was 
ripping off her panties.  Both our skirts were raised as I pushed my 
cock against her slit, and slammed home.  I started ramming into her, 
not paying much attention as I slammed against her, but surprisingly 
she didn't seem to mind.

We moved together until we came together.  Then, as I lay atop her, I 
looked up at her, and realized something.  I had just raped this 
girl!  Needless to say, I freaked.  I jumped up and tried to run 
away, but tripped over something, what, I'm not sure.  Before I could 
get up, Elizabeth had me in her arms as we sat together on the floor. 
I tried to get away, but Elizabeth is stronger than she looks, and 
held me as I struggled, finally getting me to explain how I felt.  To 
explain that I had raped her.

She got a concerned look on her face as she took my face in her hand 
and told me that I hadn't raped her.  She told me that she had wanted 
me as much as I had wanted her and then she kissed me.  Which, of 
course, was Louise's cue to walk in on us.

"Well, isn't this cute," she said.  I looked up at her, and she told 
me, "You're off the team," and walked away.

Luckily she hadn't seen my dick, but after she left, I broke down in 
tears and told Elizabeth why I had been so mean.  Elizabeth 
apologized for thinking bad thoughts about me, for what I had done 
over the last couple days (for which I really love her even more).

We spent the rest of the day as close as possible, before we each went home.

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

The next day, Liz was absent.  (She told me to call her that.)  I 
wasn't too concerned, but when she was missing the next day then I 
got worried.  I called the next morning, but when there was no 
answer, I practically ran over to her apartment.  I knocked on the 
door, but there was no answer.  I was about to leave when I heard 
somebody moan inside.  I started pounding on the door, but there was 
still nothing.  I pounded harder, and started calling out to Liz. 
Then I heard something that scared me to death.  I heard Liz scream 
in pain.

I started slamming my fists against the door.  I think I would've 
broken down the door if Liz hadn't chosen that minute to open it. 
God, she looked bad.  I wanted to run in and take her in my arms, but 
somehow I managed to control myself.  "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's just some Migraines.  I used to get 'em a lot about 6 
years ago.  They'll pass."

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

Liz got this confused look on her face.  "What day is it?" she asked.

"It's Saturday morning."  When she got introspective as though she 
didn't really understand what I was talking about, I said, "Geez, you 
really are out of it.  I'm gonna stay by your side till you're 
better."  Then I slipped between her and the door before she could 
say no.

"Lynn, I'll be okay," she protested.

"I'm sure, but that doesn't stop me from wanting to take care of you."

That seemed to help her.  I helped her over to a big cushy chair in 
the center of the room and she collapsed into it.  "Is there anything 
I can get for you?"

She told me about some tea in the kitchen, and I went in to fix it. 
When I was in the very spacious kitchen I finally noticed how big and 
spacious her place was.  I was sure she must've had at least a couple 
roommates, and I asked her where they were.

She shocked me by saying, "I don't have any."

At first I thought she was kidding, so I stepped out where I could 
see her face.  "Don't have any?  What is this, a two bedroom 
apartment?"

Rubbing her temples, she said, "Three."

I realized that Liz must come from wealth.  Then I thought about 
Louise and laughed.  "If you think Louise hated you before, wait till 
she finds out you come from a wealthy family."

"Well, I do come from a wealthy family, but the rent for this place 
comes from my own money."

At first I thought she was bragging or just kidding, but then I 
realized she was too out of it to be kidding about anything.  Still 
disbelieving, I asked her, "You're kidding?"

"Nope."  Then she let it slip.  "You've got a wealthy girlfriend, Lynn."

I was ecstatic.  She had finally admitted that she was my girlfriend. 
I must've let my feelings show through, because she asked, "What?"

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

"Do you mind?"

Did I mind?  Was she kidding?  I was as pleased as you can imagine. 
I wanted to scream out the same thing to everyone I had met, and if 
I'd have had access to the broadcasting station at the college radio 
station at that very moment I might've just done that.  But somehow I 
got the feeling that Liz wasn't quite as expressive as I was, and 
wouldn't appreciate such an open display of affection.  I managed to 
contain myself and just said, "Not at all."  But I couldn't contain 
all my joy and when I went back into the kitchen, I couldn't help but 
whistle happily.  At that point I also dared to hope that maybe Liz 
might let me become her roommate.  Not that I minded my current 
roomie, but she's a cheerleader and with me off the squad, things are 
a little strained between us.

As the water started to come to a boil, I asked, "What do you want in 
your tea?"

 From the living room, she said, "A little lemon, some honey and a 
couple teaspoons of sugar."

"Honey and sugar?"  As a cheerleader I could eat a little more sugar 
than a lot of people, but I still had to watch my intake of calories 
to keep from getting fat.  It was then that I noticed that Liz's 
kitchen was stocked with more kinds and types of sugary foods than 
you can imagine.  Cookies, Twinkies, chips, ice cream (four different 
flavors open and partially eaten in the freezer), breads, pastas of 
all types, cereals, both frosted and high carb, they were all there. 
"You've got a real sweet tooth, don't you?"

"Very much so."

I poured us both a glass of tea (she used a highly sugared instant as 
opposed to tea bags), and brought them out to her.  I handed her the 
highly (and I felt over) sugared one as I sat on a chair beside her. 
"I made myself a glass.  I hope you don't mind."

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

Which made me think of the idea of moving in again.  "Which is as 
good an opening as any.  I've got a question for you."

"Shoot."

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

"Yes?"

It seemed like such an easy thing.  Just come right out and ask her. 
Even if she said no, it wouldn't be the end of the world, would it? 
But somehow just asking seemed the hardest thing in the world. 
Somehow I managed to blurt out, "Could I move in?  I could pay part 
of the rent, so I wouldn't be a freeloader."  I couldn't help 
wondering if that was as desperate as it sounded to me.

Liz got a shocked look on her face.  It took her a few seconds, but 
she finally said, "I'll think about it."  But I could tell the idea 
didn't thrill her.

I turned away so she wouldn't see the disappointment in my eyes, and 
said, "Oh, I understand."

I felt her hand on my arm.  I turned and faced her, and she was 
clearly concerned that I had misunderstood her.  "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.  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."

I managed a smile and asked, "Is there anything more that I can do for you?"

"Well, there is something that always used to help."

"Name it."

Liz smiled as she snaked her hand under my skirt and started rubbing 
my dick through my panties.

"Oh.  Well that I could do for you."

I stood up and reached under my skirt.  I barely managed to get my 
panties from around my dick, it was so hard.  Somehow I managed to 
get them off without ripping them.  After I got them off, I stood up, 
my skirt tented out from me around my dick.

I looked at Liz.  She had managed to get her robe off without 
standing up, and was totally naked underneath.  And let me tell you, 
if I hadn't been hard before, the sight of her naked definitely 
would've gotten me there fast.

"Let me see you naked.  Now!" she ordered, and it was an order I was 
happy to obey.  I slowly pulled the sweater I was wearing over my 
head as I moved as seductively as I could.  I danced in nothing more 
than my skirt, slip, and bra for a few seconds, before unzipping my 
skirt and letting it fall to the ground.  I grasped my dick through 
the slip I was wearing and fondled myself for a bit before pulling 
the slip off.  I reached up and fondled my tits through my bra before 
reaching behind me and unsnapping it.

I danced naked for a few seconds before I climbed on top of Liz and 
took her tits in hand.  I knew my strip tease had done its job when 
my dick (seemingly with a mind of its own) found Liz's very wet cunt. 
She moaned as I penetrated into her.  I rubbed and stroked her tits, 
and kissed her as my hips started to pump against her.

She took my tits in hand and rubbed them as I rubbed hers (although 
admittedly she had much less to rub than I did).  Her hips started to 
buck underneath me in response to my own motion.  God, I wanted to 
hold back, but I just couldn't manage to and before I knew it, I was 
spraying deep into her cunt.  I would've felt guilty for cumming so 
quickly, if Elizabeth hadn't been screaming and cumming underneath me.

Y'know, I always wondered why guys seemed to be so concerned with 
their own needs and desires when it came to sex, but considering what 
I had gone through since growing my new dick, I'm surprised that more 
guys aren't "quick triggers".  But then again most guys don't have a 
lady as sexy as Elizabeth when they're doing the deed.

We looked into each other's eyes as she wordlessly lifted me to where 
she could slip my dick into her mouth.  I leaned back, sitting on her 
ample bosom.  She started moving her head up and down on me as I 
started rubbing my ass on her tits.  Soon I was letting loose another 
load of cum, this time into her mouth.

We fucked and came together a couple more times before falling asleep 
in each other's arms.  All without leaving the chair.  In fact, our 
love making was so intense, that I was sure I felt a third hand on my 
body at times.  God, I love that girl.

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

Sometimes I think there really is a God, like when Elizabeth and I 
are together.  Then other times, I feel the universe is just a cruel, 
insensitive place.

The next day, I woke up, still in Elizabeth's arms.  Elizabeth seemed 
worlds better than she had the day before.  We had a quickie before 
we got dressed and Elizabeth sent me on my way, promising to call me 
later tonight.

I walked home, skipping all the way.  When I got there, I went in and 
yelled for Jennie, my roommate.  It was a little unusual, but she 
wasn't there.  I went into the kitchen and fixed some breakfast 
(Elizabeth offered, but everything she had for breakfast was way too 
sugary for my tastes).  Then I heard the door open and Jennie stumble 
in.  All she was saying was, "oh, god," over and over again.

I walked to were I could see her.  She was frantically trying to rip 
her clothes off and was headed to the bathroom.  I ran to her and 
grabbed her.  "Jennie, what's wrong?"

"I've got to get showered.  I've got to get clean."

I held her tight.  "What's wrong?"

She looked me in the eyes, and I could see her trying to hold back 
tears.  "Last night, I was walking home from Louise's," another 
meeting of the cheerleading glee club, "when I was grabbed from 
behind and dragged into the bushes.  Then I... I was..."

"Raped?"

Jennie nodded.  "Now I got to get him off of me.  I got to get clean."

She tried to push past me to the bathroom, but I didn't... I couldn't 
let her shower.  "Jennie, no.  We've got to get you to the hospital."

"I just want to get showered and forget about it."

"You have to get to the hospital and get checked out.  There might be 
something really wrong.  You also need to let the police get any 
evidence they can in case this guy does this to someone else."  She 
started to protest, but I just took her and guided her back towards 
the door.  "Don't worry, hun.  I'll stay with you every minute."

We went down, and took the bus to the local hospital.  Through 
planning, our apartment was on the same bus route as the hospital. 
After we got there and got Jennie admitted, I heard Elizabeth calling 
my name.  I went over and hugged her.

Then I realized something.  "Liz, how did you know I was here?"

"Well, don't laugh, but I'm psychic.  I got a flash of you in this 
hospital and ran here as fast as I could."

"It wasn't me, but it was my roomie.  She was attacked and raped."

"That's terrible."

Then a policeman came up.  "Miss Lynn Thompson, miss Carter," Jennie, 
"has asked if you could be present while we talk to her."

I excused myself and went to be with Jennie.  While I was there I 
couldn't help but think of Liz.  I wanted to move in with her so 
much, but I didn't want to leave Jennie high and dry.  I was really 
torn.

But Elizabeth turned out to be a big help there.  After the police 
left, Liz knocked on the door and stuck her head in.  "Can I come in?"

I gave Jennie a questioning look.  She nodded and I waved Liz in. 
"Jen, this is Elizabeth."

Jen said, "Yeah, I know.  Since Louise kicked you off the team, 
everybody knows who Elizabeth is."  Jen turned to Elizabeth. 
"Elizabeth, I want you to know that there are only a couple girls on 
the team who don't think that Louise is out of control. 
Unfortunately, as long as she and the coach are engaged in their 
"private training" there isn't a whole lot we can do."

"Hey, no problem.  I'm a forgiving girl."

"I'm just glad Lynn forgave me."

"Hey, nothing to forgive, Jen."

"Look, I know you two are getting kind of exclusive, but, Lynn, could 
you spend the night with me?  In my bed, I mean."

Geez, what was I gonna say?  With me now having a dick, I didn't know 
how I could say yes, but after what Jen had been through how could I 
say no?  Luckily Liz came to my rescue.  "Actually, that's... almost 
a good opening for something I wanted to ask you two.  The other 
night I asked Lynn to move in with me, but she didn't want to leave 
you without a roommate."

I knew it was untrue, but I figured she had changed the story so as 
to not make Jen feel abandoned.

Jen looked at me.  "Lynn, you didn't have to do that for me."

I was trying to think of something to say as Liz went on.  "Anyways, 
I just called my aunt and told her what happened.  She expressed 
quite a bit of concern over my staying where I was, so, as we speak, 
she's arranging the purchase of a condo in a high security building 
for me."  I was amazed.  "And it looks like my new place is gonna be 
larger than the old.  Now, Jen, you don't know how large my old place 
is, but suffice it to say that that makes the new place rather huge. 
And I was wondering, would both of you like to move in with me?"

At that moment I was too scared to even look at Jen.  Last night I 
would've sworn that Liz had no intention of accepting one roommate, 
much less two.  Now if Jen would just accept I was sure that I could 
find a way to work everything else out.

"I'm not sure about that," Jen said.  "I think I'd be jealous hearing 
you two in the other room and knowing I wasn't a part of it."

Liz stepped up, wrapped her arm around me, reached down, took Jen's 
hand, placed it in mine, and, with her hand on both of ours, said, "I 
don't mind sharing if Lynn doesn't."

I looked at Jen, and the desire in my eyes must've been plain on my 
face, because she said, "Alright already.  I know when I'm licked. 
Let's do it."

I was ecstatic.  But I felt I had to say something.  "You realize 
Louise'll probably boot you off the team for this?"

"Screw Louise."

"Isn't that the problem?" Liz asked.

"Huh?"

"That you've been screwing Louise?"

Both Jen and I realized that she was joking and had a laugh about it. 
"Thanks," Jen said, "I needed that."

"No prob.  But there are a couple things.  First, I don't think I 
could keep my hands off either of you if we slept in the same room, 
so although I expect to spend a lot of time sharing beds, each of you 
gets your own room."  Then with a smile on her face, she said, 
"Otherwise I'll never get any homework done."

Jen asked, "And second?"

Liz's smile widened.  "You won't be licked till one or both of us get 
you into bed with us."

"Promises, promises."

Liz let go of both of us.  "I got to go handle some stuff with my new 
place."  Then she kissed me and said, "Call me later, okay?"

I nodded, and after she left, I hugged Jen.  "Thanks, Jen, you've 
made me really happy."

"No prob."  Then she lowered her voice to a whisper.  "I can see why 
you like her so much.  She's a hottie."

I knew Jen was teasing, but I still couldn't help but blush.

We spent the next couple hours talking before I called Liz. 
Amazingly her new place was ready to move into.  The doctors asked 
Jen to spend the night for observation, so I went home and, with 
Liz's help, packed up all our stuff.  We fell asleep in each other's 
arms.  We were too tired to do anything more than sleep, but I felt 
comforted and loved in her arms.

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

I was awakened that morning with a loving kiss from Liz.  We got up, 
got ready and attended class as normal.  That afternoon we went and 
picked up Jen, and took her home.  You can't imagine how amazingly 
pleasant it is to say that, and realize that I'm talking about me, my 
best friend, and my lover.  After we got Jen settled in, I cornered 
Liz in the kitchen.  "Liz, can I talk to you about something?"

"Anything you'd like."

"I'm worried about something."

"About what?"

"Well, don't get me wrong.  I'm glad the three of us are here 
together, it's just that I'm worried about Jen's reaction to..." and 
I looked down at my crotch.

"Well, why don't you just tell her?"

"But she's seen me naked before.  I can't just say that I've always had it."

"Hun, I don't think you've got anything to worry about.  Jen seems to 
be a very understanding girl."

I wasn't convinced, but Liz's smile had a way of calming me and 
making me feel as if everything would be all right.

We ordered in and pigged out.  We got pizza, sushi, Chinese, chicken, 
and subs.  With all we ordered, I was sure we'd have leftovers, but 
Liz finished off what Jen and I didn't eat.  We set the dishes in the 
sink for later (each of us used a couple plates, silverware and a 
glass); according to the schedule we had worked out earlier, Liz got 
first night on dishes duty.  Then we went into the living room and 
chatted for a while.

After a little bit, Liz stood up, and said, "There's something I have 
to show you two.  A secret I have to share."

At first I thought she was taking the lead and was going to reveal me 
to Jen, but then she pulled her blouse out of her skirt, and held it 
up.  I was wondering what she was doing when I saw it.  Snaking out 
from behind her was a long, cord-like thing.  It took me a few 
seconds to realize it was a tail, it was natural, and it was 
Elizabeth's!

I was shocked and stunned.  I'm still not sure of exactly how it 
happened, but the next thing I knew I was standing next to Liz, 
stroking her tail.  "It's so smooth and velvety."  But I wondered how 
I had managed to miss this.  "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 Liz.  "Of course, we'll keep your 
secret.  Won't we, Lynn?"

I was still a little shocked, and ashamed to admit it, but it took me 
a few seconds to say, "Of course, Liz.  I'd never do anything to risk 
hurting you."

Liz wrapped her arms around both of us and hugged us tight.  I looked 
up into her eyes and saw love, but also something else, and when Liz 
looked down to my crotch I realized that it was now my turn to reveal.

"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."  I then stepped back, turned 
around, took off my skirt, slip and panties, and then turned back 
around.

I could tell Jen was shocked.  Usually a very calm, intelligent 
speaker, she could only manage to say, "Lynn, you got a... I mean... 
What happened?"

What was I going to say, I didn't know myself.  "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 me.  "Of course, hun.  I just wish I had a 
secret I could share with the both of you."  That was Jen to a T. 
Understanding, compassionate, and sensitive.

We all got into a big group hug before Liz went out to take care of 
the dishes.  After she was gone, Jen sat me down and said, "So how do 
you like your new dick?"

"Well, that's the strange part.  Ever since I got it, it just seems 
so natural on me.  In fact it was a while before I even remembered 
that I used to have a cunt.  And I can tell you, it really makes 
going to the bathroom a lot easier when all I have to do is pee."

"Wow, you really seem to have adjusted to it."

"I know.  Now, I'm not sure I'd go back if I could."

Jen smiled.  "Well, I'm gonna go help Liz."

"You don't mind if I skip that, do you?"

"No.  I know how much you hate doing the dishes.  Why don't you go in 
and turn down the bed in Liz's room for our evening's festivities?"

"That I have no problem doing."  I went in to Liz's room (the room we 
had agreed to use this night) and folded down the covers on her bed. 
I tried to get everything perfect for tonight.

Then I went to the kitchen to get the others.  I saw Jen with her 
arms around Liz and, I'm ashamed to admit it, I was suddenly very, 
very jealous.  How dare Jen touch MY girl?  In an effort to get them 
to stop, I said, "Are you girls about finished?  I'd like to get to 
this evening's festivities."

Then Liz turned and with nothing more than a love filled smile 
dispelled all my jealousy.  Luckily neither seemed to notice what I 
had just went through.

Jen teased me by saying, "Slutty wench."

I stuck my tongue out at her and said, "And don't pretend you don't love it."

I came over and helped load the dishwasher with the last of the dishes.

Then we went into the bedroom, and got undressed.  I had the least 
on, having only my blouse and bra remaining, so I was first who was 
nude and on the bed.  I got the treat of watching both Liz and Jen 
get undressed.  Jen was finished slightly before Liz (no surprise 
there, at 6'2" she's got a few more buttons on her blouse then Jen 
does) and joined me on the bed.

We waited for Liz to join us, and we laid her back on the bed, and 
each of us took one of her tits and started massaging and licking it. 
Liz was quickly wriggling underneath us.  Now, I'm not ashamed to 
admit it, Jen's a much better tit licker than I am.  And I could tell 
that Liz was getting much more turned on by her tongue than by mine. 
I'm also proud to admit, that I was pleased by Liz's pleasure, even 
if it did come from somewhere else.

Of course, there was one area where Jen would never be able to match 
me.  I reached down, fingered Liz's cunt for a bit, then climbed 
between her legs, pressing my dick to her slit.  Liz really let loose 
with a moan as I pressed into her.  I started fucking her with a 
smooth in and out motion.  Shortly, she flipped me onto my back, and 
sat up, all without letting me out of her.

Jen straddled my head and slowly lowered herself down onto me, until 
I could lance my tongue up into her cunt.  She ground her hips into 
me, and Liz rode me like I was a horse, bouncing up and down on me 
like a rider at full gallop.  And believe me, I loved it.  I just 
wish I could've held back longer, but soon I was spraying deep into 
Liz.  Luckily, Liz was close enough so my cumming pushed her over the 
edge.  And between my cunt licking and Liz's hands on her tits, Jen 
was cumming right along with us.

Liz rolled off of me and lay beside me.  Jen got on my other side and 
took my dick in hand and stroked it back to hardness.  Then she took 
my dick and slid it between her lips.  And she was good.  She gave me 
a blow job, the likes of which I've never had.  Of course, having had 
my dick less than a week, I'm not sure how hard that is.

But, before I could cum, Jen pulled her head off of me.  I whimpered 
until I saw her straddle my legs, and skewer herself on my dick.  I 
reached up and rubbed Jen's tits while Liz did the same to mine. 
And, once more, it was too much for me, and I was spraying up into 
Jen.

I lay there exhausted.  But Liz and Jen were still raring to go.  So 
they gave me a break, and went to the other end of the bed and played 
with each other.  It started with some innocent kissing, but quickly 
became more passionate French kissing.  Both girls were stroking each 
other's tits.  Their hands wandered each other's bodies.  Jen's hand 
found Liz's cunt first and she gasped as Jen's fingers entered her. 
Liz quickly moved her own hand to Jen's cunt and slipped them in, 
eliciting a similar gasp of pleasure from Jen.  They rocked on each 
other's hands, both giving and getting pleasure.

This erotic scene was having its effect on me.  I couldn't help but 
reach down and stroke myself as my lovers played with each other. 
Soon, the girls noticed what I was doing, and came back to me.  They 
leaned down, moved my hand away from my dick, then kissed each other, 
with my dick sandwiched between their lips.  They then proceeded to 
give me a dual mouth blow job, and had me spraying between them, 
getting cum all over their faces.

I lay back, far too exhausted to do anything but watch as Jen and Liz 
cleaned each other's faces with their tongues.  They then returned to 
their mutual hand jobs.  I watched, fascinated but too wiped to do 
anything as Jen and Liz brought each other off.

They then lay down beside me.  I saw Liz's tit right in front of my 
face and suckled it like a baby until I fell asleep.  I hope Jen 
wasn't jealous, but I was just too tired to do anything more.

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

I found this diary after a month and a half of not writing in it. 
It's Halloween and Jen, Liz and I have become a pretty inseparable 
trio.  Jen didn't get booted from the cheerleading team.  Apparently 
after Louise's stunt with me, the rest of the team threatened a 
walk-out if she tried it again, especially since Jen had been raped. 
Unfortunately the rapist has yet to be caught, and has turned out to 
be a serial rapist with a taste for cheerleaders.  So far, 7 girls 
including Jen from the team have been attacked and raped.

Well we were planning on going to a party when the strangest stuff 
happened.  Jen had dressed as a were-cat (Jen's always had a thing 
for cats), I was dressed as a ninja (I decided it was either that or 
geisha in honor of my Japanese mother's heritage), and Liz dressed up 
as a whore (in a loose fitting dress that she was almost falling out 
of, and a hell of a lot too much make-up).  We were walking along 
towards the party, when Liz suddenly stopped.  We, of course, 
stopped, and asked what was going on.  Liz suddenly said, "Bastard!" 
and took off at a run.

Both Jen and I were surprised, but we quickly followed.  Liz ran into 
the park, and as we approached a darkened section of the park, we 
heard a frightened woman's voice screaming, "No!  Oh, God, please, 
no!"

We followed Liz towards the voice and saw her clothesline a man 
standing over a woman with his pants down.  The man flipped head over 
heels, landing on his stomach.  Liz turned back to us and yelled, 
"Get her out of here!"

Jen grabbed the girl, helped her to her feet, and started to move her 
out of the park.  "Lynn, give me a hand!"

And I wanted to, but that would've meant leaving Liz.  Now I know Liz 
can handle herself, but that doesn't mean I liked the option.  I 
stood there, torn and unable to make a decision as to what to do, 
until Jen snapped me out of it by yelling, "Lynn, Liz can take care 
of herself, but not if she's worrying about us, now get over here and 
help me out!"

I realized that Jen was right, and quickly ran over and helped her to 
get this woman out of the park.  As we were helping her from the 
park, I realized who it was.  The woman who had almost become another 
victim of the rapist was Louise!  I suppose I should've felt anger or 
the like, but all I felt for her was pity.  Jen and I got her back to 
our place (it lies on the outskirts of the park).  I was about to 
call the police when Liz walked in.  "Are you all right?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine."  Then Liz saw who she had saved.  Her eyes narrowed 
in anger and she said, "I'm gonna head to my room.  You guys can 
handle this."  The last had not been a question but rather something 
more like a command.

I stopped her.  I whispered to her, "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."

Liz stopped.  Without looking back at Louise, she 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?"  And I had thought that no one 
had known about that.

"Maybe not."

"I didn't think so."

I was about to say something more, when Liz started heading to her 
room.  "Liz!"

Louise suddenly yelled, "Lynnette!"

I turned to where I could see both Liz and Louise.  I saw Liz's hands 
clench and got really worried.  I knew that if Louise said anything 
nasty to me she might wind up wishing the rapist had gotten her.  But 
Louise surprised every one of us by saying, "She's right.  I don't 
deserve to be forgiven."

Liz relaxed and turned around, the suspicion evident on her face. 
"Now this is a new tactic.  What're you up to?"

"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."  Liz 
pushed past me and confronted Louise.  "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 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."  This I found amazing.  I had licked Louise's cunt 
and found it hard to believe that it was anything other than natural. 
"When I was 10, my parents died, the victims of a drunk driver.  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."

I 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?"

"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 point, Liz spoke up.  With real compassion in her voice, she 
asked, "And they pumped you full of EGX-3 for three years?"  Louise 
nodded.  "Holy crap."

"What?  What is this Estrogen GX-3?"

Elizabeth explained, "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."

I still didn't get it.  "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."

I wondered when Louise was getting these treatments.  There was a 
point in time where I could've quoted Louise's schedule by heart. 
Then I realized when.  "Your sessions with the coach."

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

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

Once again, Elizabeth 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."  Liz gave me a slight push towards Louise.  I went and 
sat beside her and hugged her.  Elizabeth 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."

Elizabeth seemed to be wrestling with something, but finally made a 
decision.  "Louise, there's some people I know who, I'm pretty sure, 
will be able to help you.  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?" I 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."

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

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

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

What was I going to say?  I just nodded.  Liz went into her room.  I 
heard the door lock.  A few minutes later it unlocked and she came 
out.  "They've agreed to help."

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

"We go to bed.  We get some sleep.  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."

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

We went to sleep, Jen and Louise in Jen's bed, Liz and I in hers. 
When we woke up, Louise was gone.  Liz said, "I figured something 
like this would happen.  I just called.  Louise is safe."

"But what happened?" I asked.

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

"Who are these people?"

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

I did trust Liz.  But these strangers...

I was torn, really torn.  If I started asking questions, it'd seem 
like I didn't trust Liz, but if I didn't, I'd never be able to rest.

At that point, the phone rung.  Jen answered it.  "Hello?  Oh, 
Louise!  How are you?  Uh huh.  Uh huh.  Yeah, okay, I'll get her. 
Lynn."

I took the phone.  "Louise?"

"Hi, Lynn."

"Louise, are you okay?"

"Oh, more than okay.  I'm ecstatic.  You can't believe what these 
people are capable of.  I've only been working with them for about 3 
hours, and already they've helped me more than you can know."

"But where are you?"

"I can't tell you that.  Besides you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Ohhh, yeah."

"And are you happy?"

"Yeah, I am.  I've found somebody.  Somebody to spend the rest of my 
life with."

"Is she a nice person?"

There was a slight pause.  "Uhm,... he's a very nice person."

"HE?  I thought you couldn't stand men?!"

"I was blaming all men for the betrayal of my brother, Lynn.  But 
this guy, he's something special.  Really special."

"Well, I guess if you're happy."

"Like I said, ecstatic.  Could you put Elizabeth on?"

"You want to talk to Elizabeth?"

"Yeah.  As long as I don't have to see her, I can talk to her."

"Sure."  I held the phone out.  "Liz, she wants to talk with you."

Liz took the phone.  "Hi, Louise...  So what's up?...  So Karasina 
and her husband were as big a help as I thought they'd be?"  There 
was a long delay.  "Well that's great.  I hope you're very happy 
together...  You're welcome...  Let me double-check.  Put Karasina on 
the phone...  Yeah, Karasina, you know what Louise wants?...  And 
it's okay?...  Okay, I'll give her the number...  Okay, I'll get her. 
Lynn, Louise wants to speak with you again."

I took the phone.  "Louise?"

"Yeah, hun.  I just wanted to let you know something."

"Yeah?"

"No matter what happens, stick by Liz.  She'll really be able to help 
you in life."

Now that seemed a little cryptic.  "Well, I'm glad to see you've forgiven her."

"I've forgiven a lot of people.  I've even forgiven my sibs.  Well, 
I've got to go.  Give Liz and Jen my love.  Bye."

"Bye."  The phone clicked.

Liz set a pad of paper with a number on it down by the phone.  "This 
is where you can reach Louise if you want to call her."

I looked at it.  "This is an international number."

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

I was stupefied.

Jen said, "It's time for classes, girls."

I went to classes that day with a lot of questions.  Questions I 
suspect will never be answered.  Questions I'm not sure I want the 
answer to.

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

Diary, the world is a whole hell of a lot weirder than I ever 
expected.  You remember those questions I wasn't sure I wanted the 
answer to?  I got them last month.

The night started innocently enough.  Jen, Liz, and I went out the 
night before her birthday to celebrate her birthday.  Jen had told me 
celebrating her birthday alone was a family thing, but the truth was 
a lot weirder than that.

About 10 pm, Jen seemed to get ill.  She placed her hand to her 
forehead.  Not quite like she had a headache, but similar.

I asked her, "Is something wrong?  Do you have a headache?"

She just looked at Liz and said, "Get me to the bathroom, now."

Liz jumped out of her seat and rushed Jen to the bathroom.  I figured 
that since she didn't ask Jen any questions, she knew what was going 
on.  I just didn't realize how strange it was.  I quickly followed. 
When I got in the bathroom, Liz was checking under the stalls to see 
if anyone was there.  She then turned and told me, "Lock the door, 
Lynn."

I asked, "What's going on?"

Desperation evident in her voice, Liz said, "Please, Lynn, we don't 
have time for questions.  Please lock the door."

She sounded so desperate that I couldn't help but do as she asked. 
When I turned back I was confronted with a sight that was both 
entrancing and horrifying.  Jen was changing into... something else.

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. Not a tail like Liz's, but a 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.

I was speechless.  Dozens of questions ran through my head. 
Unfortunately none of them stayed in place long enough for me to ask 
them.

Jen looked at herself and said, "Row, rih ih  row arr roo row mowwww. 
Rrreooo row.  Roh, wohw!"

And all I could do was babble.  "What...  What's going...  What hap..."

Liz said, "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."

Well, I didn't want any of that.  I wanted answers and told her so. 
"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 knew as soon as she said that, she'd tell me the 
truth.  In the three months I had known her, she had never broken a 
promise to me.  As I went out to the dining room I realized I might 
have some problems using Liz's credit cards.  But when I grabbed the 
credit card, I felt a faint tingle, and when I pulled it out, it was 
in my name.

I paid for dinner, grabbed Liz's and Jen's stuff and headed out to 
the car.  I drove home, and ran inside as fast as I could.  I figured 
that I would have to wait for them to get home.  Imagine my surprise 
when I got there and they were waiting for me.

We stood there for a while until the awkward silence grew too 
awkward.  I pointed at Jen and said, "So what happened to her?"

"Sit down, Lynn.  This is kind of complicated."  I sat down and Liz 
gave me the most fantastic explanation I had ever heard.  "Alongside 
of humanity, another branch of the human race evolved.  This branch 
had the ability to collect and manipulate energy in strange and 
mystical ways.  This branch can actually cause changes to the basic 
fabric of reality.  I.E. they can cast spells.  This branch of 
humanity eventually came to be known as witches.

"Now, witches aren't born with their ability to manipulate reality. 
On the birthday following a year in which they were a multiple of 
six, they gain their powers by undergoing a physical transformation, 
wherein which their body changes.  Usually it's the 13th although 
many also occur on the 7th or 19th birthday, and a few even later.

"Now as you can probably guess, Jen is a Witch and just underwent her 
transformation."

The explanation was fantastic.  I probably wouldn't have even 
considered it true if I hadn't been confronted with a Jen who had 
become a were-cat.  "This is just... so fantastic," I said

"That's not the only thing."

I wondered what else there could be.  "What?"

Liz took her tail in hand and held it up.  "She's not the only Witch here."

I figured it out.  "Okay.  Your tail was 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 me a few seconds, but I finally got it.  "My dick?  You did 
this to me?"  Liz nodded.  To be honest I was pissed.  My love for 
Liz?  Nothing but a spell?  And an accident at that?  Enraged, I 
asked, "But after you learned the truth, why didn't you change me 
back?"

"I couldn't."

I was so enraged, I couldn't see straight.  I was now a freak of 
nature because Liz didn't want to let me feel any differently about 
her then I did?  I stood up, grabbed my purse and said, "I've got to 
think about this," and stormed out of the condo.

I wandered for I don't know how long.  Eventually I found myself in 
front of the house that Louise and her friends had rented.  Not 
wanting to go back to the condo, at least not tonight, I went up and 
knocked on the door.  Julie answered the door (she had moved in after 
Louise had moved out).  "Lynn, are you okay?  You've been crying. 
What's wrong?"

I hadn't even noticed I had been crying.  "Liz and I had a fight. 
Can I stay here tonight?"

She pulled me inside.  "Of course, dear.  But what happened?  You two 
seemed so happy together."

"I don't want to talk about it right now."  Despite everything I felt 
she had done to me, I couldn't bring myself to risk hurting Liz by 
telling Julie what I had been told.  Of course, Julie would probably 
have thought me crazy if I had told her the truth.

"Okay.  Do you want to... "be" with someone tonight?"

Julie was offering sex.  "No thanks.  I just want to curl up and go to sleep."

I lay on the couch and Julie covered me with a blanket.  I slept 
fitfully that night.  It took me till noon the next day to work up 
the nerve to go back to the condo.  Liz wasn't there, but she had 
left a number and a note.

"Lynn,

I understand you're angry with me and I don't blame you.  I really 
want to talk to you about this.  The number listed above is where I 
can be reached.  It's my Aunt's house.  I won't force myself on you. 
I'll wait there until you call.

Until then, the condo and my car are yours to use as you see fit.

Please call soon.

A girl who truly loves you,
Elizabeth"

I was... I don't know.  Pissed.  Saddened.  Confused.  Part of me 
wanted to rip up that note, but another part of me wanted to grab the 
phone, call her, and beg her to return.  I finally settled on putting 
the pad of paper back down by the phone.

Every day I fought with the urge to tear up that piece of paper. 
Every day I fought with the urge to call that number.  Every night I 
went to sleep with the secret hope that Liz would call.

For a couple weeks, this went on.  Then, one day I woke up and all 
Liz's stuff was gone.  Right before finals, too.  I spent about an 
hour crying.  Then I threw myself into my studies.  I took all my 
finals and scored straight A's.  But all I had when I was finished 
was a hollow feeling inside.

I spent the next week moping around.  (My parents were on a retreat 
somewhere in South America, and I had nowhere to go for the 
holidays.)  Then, one day, I was holding the pad of paper with Liz's 
number on it, and I flipped the page just before it.  Right there, on 
the page, was the number where I could reach Louise.  Thinking about 
it, I picked up the number and called.

"Hello?"

"Um, is Louise there?"

"Sure.  May I ask who's calling?"

"This is Lynn."

"Oh,...  Lynn.  I'll get her."

After a few minutes Louise picked up the phone.  "Lynn?  Is that you? 
Where have you been?  Why didn't you call earlier?"

"Louise, you won't believe what's happened.  Liz, it turns out she's 
a Witch, and she cast a spell on me."

"Yeah."

"You don't sound surprised."

"Lynn, haven't you figured it out?"

"What?"

"Liz sent me to some Witch friends of hers.  They're who helped me." 
I was stunned.  Now that she had explained it to me, it seemed so 
obvious, but I had missed it entirely.  "Lynn, I think we need to 
talk in person.  Can Karasina bring you through?"

"Bring me through?"

"Teleport you here with a spell."

"I...  I don't know."

"She won't do it without your permission, but there are some things I 
think you need to see in person."

"I... Okay.  I do want to see you."

"Okay.  Just wait a few minutes."

The phone hung up.  After a few minutes, the world shimmered, grew 
bright, and suddenly I was in a big kitchen with wide window doors. 
Outside was a ranch or farm of some kind.  Standing there in the 
center of the kitchen was an angel.  I'm not speaking metaphorically 
here.  A woman, 5'8" tall, long, flowing, golden-blonde hair, with 
big, fluffy, white wings in a long white robe.  "Lynn, I'm Karasina."

"Where's Louise?"

"She's out in the stable."  She pointed out the door.  "Through those 
doors, take a left, head straight, you can't miss it."

"Thanks."  I followed her directions out to the stable.  I saw Louise 
through a window.  At first I thought she was standing on a box, or 
that the floor of the stable was raised above the ground outside. 
Then she came outside.  From the waist up, she was Louise.  A naked 
as a jaybird Louise, but still Louise.  But from the waist down, she 
was a horse!  Louise had become a centaur!

Louise walked up to me.  She walked up to me, extended her arm and 
said, "Come on, let me give you a ride."

I was stunned.  All I could do was take her arm.  In one swift motion 
she pulled me up onto her back.  I held on for dear life as she took 
off across the countryside.  She stopped in this beautiful field, 
helped me down, and got a basket out from behind a rock.  Inside the 
basket was a collection of sandwiches, fruit, juices, and other 
picnic stuff.  She spread the blanket (a classic red and white 
checkered pattern) and started laying out the food.

"I hear you and Liz are having problems."

I took a sandwich and started nibbling on it.  "It's just...  She's a Witch."

"I knew that."

"Did you know she did this to me?"  I lifted my skirt.

Louise stared at it for a few seconds.  "I knew she had changed your 
body.  I just didn't know how."

"You could've called.  You could've told me."

"Told you what?  That your girlfriend was a Witch?  You'd've just 
thought I was being spiteful again.  Besides, why all the drama?  So 
you've got a dick.  Look at me, Lynn.  Compared to this, a dick is no 
biggie."

"Yeah, but your transformation was willing.  I just woke up one day 
and I was like this.  It's just...  I'm not sure I can trust 
Elizabeth any more."

"Believe me, I know how that feels."

"You, but you did..." I waved my hands at her lower body, "that.  Are 
you saying that you don't trust the people who did this to you?"

"I trust them with my life.  But it wasn't always that way."

"I don't get it."

"Lynn, from the moment I hit puberty, I was abused and beaten.  For 
three years after that I was tortured and used like a slave.  Then 
for 6 years after that I was unable to even get close to a boy.  Then 
I come here, and 3 hours later, I'm in love with a centaur, and 
actually offering to change myself into a centaur myself so we can be 
together.  Now if that didn't seem to be a formula for having a 
magical attitude adjustment, I don't know what is."

"But you did it."

"Not right then.  Karasina refused to allow it.  She told me that if 
I was still in love and still wanted to undergo the transformation in 
a month, she'd do it then.  I thought she was nuts.  Not still be in 
love?  I thought we'd be together forever.

"Then, over the next month, I was assailed by countless doubts and 
worries.  Had I had a spell cast on me?  Was my love just a sham? 
Was I nothing more than a puppet on magical strings?

"Even up to the moment when Karasina asked me if I wanted to undergo 
the transformation, I still wasn't sure."

"So what changed your mind?"

"I looked in here."  She tapped her chest.  "Lynn, when you love 
someone, you've got to make a decision to trust them when sense tells 
you to doubt."

"But how can you trust any Witches?"

"Watch it, kiddo.  You may be talking about my future offspring."

"Offspring?!  As in baby?"

"Uh-huh."  She patted her flanks.  "First bun's in the oven as we 
speak.  Isn't magic wonderful?  It made me into a full woman, Lynn."

"But why didn't Liz change me back?"

"She couldn't."

"Because she was afraid of losing me.  Yeah I know."

"No, hun.  She tried."

"What?"

"She tried and failed.  You remember just before you moved in with 
her, she missed a couple days of school, and when you went to see 
her, she was in really bad shape?"  I nodded.  "She tried to cast a 
counter-spell to remove the first spell and it backfired.  Apparently 
you're descended from human mages, and when you felt the original 
spell being tampered with, you lashed out, disrupting her spell."

"You mean, I'm like this because I wanted it that way?"

"I'm not sure if it's quite that simple."

I tried to think about it, but my mind was going a million miles an 
hour.  "Can you take me back?  I need some alone time to think."

"Sure, Lynn."  She helped me onto her back.  We went back in silence 
(this time at a slower speed).

I went in to where Karasina was.  "Can you send me home?"

"Which home?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know you'll always have a home with Liz.  But I don't want to 
press.  Do you want to go back to the condo, or go see Liz?"

I thought about it for a while.  Part of me really wanted to talk to 
Liz, but there was still too much doubt in my mind.  I had her send 
me back to the condo.  After I got there I spent a little while 
staring at the pad with Liz's number on it.  Realizing I was doing 
way too much of that lately, I stuffed the pad of paper in my purse 
and went for a walk.  Of course, it did have to be raining, but that 
didn't seem to matter to me.

I walked for I don't know how long, until I came to a stop in front 
of a shop that sold wedding stuff.  As I stood there staring at the 
life-sized mannequins dressed in wedding dress and tuxedo, I saw Liz 
and me together.  Me in the tuxedo, her in the wedding dress, and, 
for the first time, in a long time I laughed.  With me at 5'2" and 
Liz at 6'2" the image was kind of silly.  And then I realized it. 
This was what I wanted.  No matter what Liz had or had not done to 
me, the prospect of spending the rest of my life without her was just 
too much to bear.

I saw a pay phone nearby.  I yanked the pad of paper out of my purse 
and dialed the number.

The voice on the other end answered, "Hello?"

"Yeah, is Liz there?"

"She's a little busy right now.  Can I take a message?"

"Is there any way I can talk to her?  This is Lynn."

"Lynn?  The Lynn?  Wait here!"

I heard some commotion on the other end, and soon I heard Liz's 
voice.  "Hello?"

"Liz, it's Lynn."

"Lynn?  Is it...  Is it really you?"

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

"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 stood there for about a minute before the shimmer occurred and I 
was elsewhere.  I was in a rather large expansive room, richly 
furnished, with Liz standing right in front of me.  She stood there, 
not moving, just staring.  It looked like she was afraid to move or 
even say anything, so I made the first move.  I ran forward, wrapped 
my arms around her and hugged her tight.  We broke down in tears, 
cuddling and crying together.

Eventually, we stopped crying.  Elizabeth looked at me for a while, 
and said, "You're all wet."

"It was raining back home."

She seemed to be at a loss for words.  "Did you...  Do you... forgive me?"

I took her face in my hands, and pulled it down to mine.  Then I gave 
her a mouth probing French kiss the likes of which you normally only 
hear about in cheesy romance novels (God, I forgot how much I love 
the taste of the inside of her mouth).  "I forgive you."

We broke down in tears again and spent a while just hugging and 
renewing our love.  After we finished, I looked up at her.  "So, are 
there any other secrets you want to tell me?"

She got a slightly guilty look on her face.  "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?"  Liz seemed hesitant to tell me.  "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."

I just stared at Liz for a few seconds before I wound up handling it 
like I expect many men have handled that news in the past.  I fainted.

When I woke up, Liz was staring at me, a concerned look on her face. 
There were a bunch of people around us.  I sat up.  "You okay, Lynn?"

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

Liz nodded.  All I could do was just lay against her bosom.  After a 
bit, I sat back 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."  A 6' tall looker with EE tits.  "Next is Jason, my sister's 
fiance."  A tall, muscular man with an infectious smile.  Cute 
enough, I suppose, if you go in for guys.  "Next is my sister 
Daphne," a very pretty thing 5'4" and with big tits; comparing them, 
I'd have to say that she and Elizabeth had the same cup size, but 
since she was only 5'4" they seemed much bigger on her, "and her 
lover Andrea."  A cute but (compared to everyone else here) rather 
normal looking young lady.  "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."

Elizabeth was speechless.  Her Aunt Sarah spoke up.  "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."

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

"Yes, yes!"  She wrapped her arms around me and we hugged and kissed.

That was only an hour ago, and already plans are in full force.  I 
sent a message telling my mom and dad to get a hold of me as soon as 
possible.  I have no intention on waiting.  I'm just worried about 
how they're going to react, particularly if they manage to make the 
wedding.  We're planning on getting married at Karasina's and 
everybody's going to be there.  Louise, her husband, Karasina and her 
husband, all of Elizabeth's family, Jen, and, of course, Elizabeth 
and me.  And, according to the ceremony rules, we're all supposed to 
be naked, and untransformed by magic.  Well that should be an 
interesting discussion.

Elizabeth has promised to find a way to get rid of my dick, but 
that's no longer a big deal to me.  With or without a dick, Elizabeth 
and I are going to spend the rest of our lives together.

I couldn't be happier

FINIS
-- 
"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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