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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
WITCH CHRONICLES 007 - Dark Beginnings (*The new one*)

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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Government file 00007:
    Document classification: Events leading up to the Restoration

See also:
    Diaries of characters of the Restoration:
       Government file 00001: A TG Witch's Tale
       Government file 00002: Elizabeth's Story - Elizabeth
       Government file 00003: Elizabeth's Story - Lynn

    Events leading up to the Restoration:
       Government file 00004: I Was A Teenage Sorceress Sec 01
       Government file 00005: I Was A Teenage Sorceress Sec 02
       Government file 00006: I Was A Teenage Sorceress Sec 03

Note:  The events contained in these files are either personal
        diaries or the transcription of recordings made of personal
        awareness of events leading up to the Restoration.  As
        such, at times they tend to ramble and also contain a
        suitable content of material that is not suitable for
        perusal of minors.  In an effort to keep events as accurate
        as possible, with the exception of extraneous "he/she
        saids" no attempt to edit these files for content has been
        made, and any use of these files in any place where
        children might have access to them (history books,
        libraries, etc.) should be strictly regulated.

        The events contained in the above mentioned files are
        personal diaries and transcriptions of individuals.  The
        following files are the personal transcriptions of multiple
        people and have been spliced and meshed so as to provide a
        temporally consecutive series of events.  At the beginning
        of each splice is contained the name of the person for whom
        the story is being told.

GOVERNMENT FILE 00007:
Subtitled: Dark Beginnings

Note of the transcriber:

This part of the file contains the confession of the criminal Dorina 
Tempus, after her incarceration after the events which brought about 
the Restoration.  It was transcribed from a mystical recording she 
made, shortly before her mysterious immolation within her cell. 
Despite the near indestructibility of the mystical recording device 
she used, it has been ordered that this transcription to a paper 
medium be made as a back-up by my superiors.  Why?  Because that's 
the way it's always been done.  Despite Dorina's evil I find myself 
agreeing with her opinion of bureaucrats.

Dorina Tempus is the head of the Dark Alliance which sought to 
enslave all humanity, and a willing servant to the Dark Ones.  Her 
story is an adjunct to the one contained in Government Files 00004 
through 00006 and is a lead in to events contained in further files 
detailing the Restoration.

It should be noted that Dorina has a powerful empathic talent, was 
one of the strongest (if not the strongest) sorceresses on the 
planet, and utterly devoted to her dark masters, despite what they 
had done to her.  This means that she and her servants engage in a 
fair (and unnecessary) amount of pain infliction.  This confession is 
not for the weak of heart.

[Dorina]

I was in my office, savoring the pain that had been inflicted upon a 
young boy by one of our members.  I loved the look on his face when 
he realized it was his own mother who had transformed him.  The boy 
was now a sex-starved she-male slut who would fuck or suck anything. 
He was also a living magical tool for the Alliance.  Thanks to a bit 
of jewelry implanted in his tongue, any man who he sucked would 
suddenly go down on his hands and knees and be unable to move for an 
hour afterwards.  And thanks to a cock ring magically welded to his 
dick, any man he fucked would grow tits.

His mother led him to another room, and suddenly my baby cried.  I 
felt the urge rise, hating it and myself as I did.  I went over, 
grabbed my hated child, pulled down the panel on my nursing bra, and 
pushed the baby to my tit.  You're probably wondering why I didn't 
just turn the brat over to a wet-nurse.  It's the price of power in 
Alliance to the Dark Lords.  When a new Magus is inducted into the 
order, they make a wish.  The Dark Ones grant the wish, but at the 
cost of being forced to do or be something they hate.

Take the mother we were discussing earlier.  She was the housewife to 
a philandering husband, and the mother of three boys, when we 
discovered her.  The woman wished to punish her husband for his 
cheating, and wished for 3 girls.  And her husband had no intention 
of giving her more children.  In order to get it, she had to give up 
her naturally blonde hair which she was so proud of.  She now had two 
ram's horns growing from her skull.  Minor payment?  She also had to 
give up her sons.  One of her sons, her middle son, had already been 
transformed into a she-male and was fucking her father with reckless 
abandon, causing him to grow huge tits.  At that point the father was 
already up to H tits, and the boy showed no signs of letting up.

Her eldest, the one just transformed into her "daughter", was now 
being led into a room where he'd fuck his youngest sibling, giving 
him a pair of tits.  We had special plans for the youngest.  He had 
the potential to be a Mage of some power, so we'd give him a choice. 
Either become a freakish slut like his brothers or become a sorceress 
in the Alliance.

What was my own payment?  I had been a man, fairly handsome, well 
built, with in my mind, one defect.  I had a small dick, barely four 
inches when hard.  So I wished to have a huge dick and become a 
sexual dynamo.  The Dark Ones then turned me into a hermaphrodite.  I 
now have a 15" when erect dick.  But I also have a pair of H cup 
tits.  Normally, I think just like I used to, but if I'm not pregnant 
or nursing a child, I become that sexual dynamo I wished to be, 
climbing on any man I meet until I get pregnant.

Did I mention I hate kids?  Even my own.  I have ten children now. 
Don't know where any of them, except the one I have to nurse, are, 
and don't care.  As soon as they're weaned I pawn them off for child 
porn and slavery.

But, anyways, after I slapped the brat to my tit, I returned to the 
scene.  The new "girl" was already fucking her little brother, who 
was whining and whimpering in pain.  Oh, the sensations were 
delicious!  The elder boy dropped his load and I watched as the youth 
grew a pair of C cup tits, crying in humiliation and degradation. 
The elder brother was taken away as the mother consoled the youth. 
She made our offer, telling him, "All you have to do is accept and 
make a wish.  Your wish WILL be granted."  Of course she omitted the 
fact that the wish would be twisted into something degrading, but 
that's to be expected.

The boy thought about it, then said, "I accept, and I wish for the 
power to hurt anyone who has ever hurt me."

I thought it an appropriate wish.  Little did I know what kind of 
problems it'd cause me.

After the boy accepted, the power of the Dark Ones enfolded him, and 
he was transformed into a beautiful woman, a full woman.  I briefly 
wondered whether that was part of his mother's wish or his 
degradation, but I had other problems.

I had that bitch, Jenny Welker, to deal with.  Ben was right.  I 
cared nothing for him, but he was my property, and that bitch 
Sorceress had to be punished for destroying him.  Besides, the bitch 
was the single most powerful sorceress in the world, and if she ever 
discovered the true nature of the spirit link she had undergone with 
her wife, another very powerful sorceress, she might actually pose a 
threat to the Alliance's plans.  The idiots in the Sisterhood didn't 
realize that a spirit link, once forged between two people who... 
ugh... love... each other, was permanent.  It just settled to a 
static level.  Otherwise the constant pressure of another's thoughts, 
even your... love's, in your head could drive you crazy.

I took my brat and went out to the communication center.  I caught 
the nearest agent and asked, "Has our assassin been placed into the 
cell with the Welker woman?  She was depleted by the fight, but if 
she gets a good night's sleep, our assassin won't stand a chance."

"She was placed in the cell, but there's a problem."

"What?"

"Jenny and one of her cell mates got into a fight."

I snorted.  "Even depleted, that girl would've been more than a match 
for any mortal."

"Granted.  Miss Welker took the bitch by the throat and used raw 
lightning to shave her bald."

I snickered.  "That girl does have a mean streak.  Pity we couldn't 
make her one of ours."

"Yes, but after the fight, she was put into a private interrogation 
room to wait for a public defender."

I waved it off then called for a cup of coffee.  "It doesn't matter. 
She'll be put back in the cell at the end of the day."

"The girl was released."

"Impossible.  The police wouldn't release her without identifying 
her.  And since she has no legal identity, that would be rather hard 
to do."

"That's just it.  She now has a legal identity.  It seems that all of 
her records everywhere except for in our shielded bank say that she 
is and has always been the female Jenny Welker."

"Impossible.  No sorceress in the Sisterhood has the ability to 
visualize properly to cause such a thing to happen."

"That's just it.  She didn't contact the Sisterhood.  The only person 
she's had contact with is her lawyer."

"A public defender did this?"

"Well, she is one of the best in the state."

"Who is she?"  I took a sip of coffee.

"The name is... Daphne Newell."

I gagged and had to spew out the coffee.  "Daphne Newell?!  Why 
didn't you stop her?  Why didn't you kill the bitch?"

"We can't.  She's on the DON'T TOUCH list.  No spells, no 
interference, nothing is to be used against her."

"And do you know WHY people are on that list?!  No, of course you 
don't!"  I screamed to the air, "May the Dark Ones take the souls of 
all bureaucrats to roast in Hell!"

"What's wrong?!"

"Daphne Newell is the niece of the world's most powerful Witch.  Now 
she's met the world's most powerful sorceress.  If she brings those 
two groups together, and she undoubtedly will, it will bring to an 
end 1,500 years of successful plotting to keep them apart!"  The man 
was stunned as he should've been.  "Where are they now?"

"At a restaurant."

"I want an all out assault team sent to that restaurant.  NOW!"

"But what of the mortals there?!"

"Kill them all!  Make it look like a... gas explosion!  Have our 
assassin in the jail kill everyone there.  I want no evidence that 
these two ever knew each other to survive!

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

[Jenny Welker]

[From a transcription of an interview given after the Restoration]

JENNY:  You ask how it started?  Oh, it feels like such a long time 
ago.  Well, most people know about my origins as a sorceress from 
that made for TV movie that aired last Sunday.  Quite frankly, I'm 
amazed that they went into such detail.  I thought that they'd excise 
the more... blatantly sexual parts of my story in Daphne's diary.

INTERVIEWER:  Well, after the... what is it they're calling it?... 
The Restoration, clothes were so useless for a lot of the population, 
that most got over their sexual hang-ups real quick.

J.W.:  [laughs]  I suppose so.

INT:  But what happened after that?  I believe Daphne was going to 
take you to meet her aunt?

J.W.:  Yeah, but what the story didn't contain was what happened 
shortly thereafter.  Before we even got out of the bathroom, Daphne 
nearly fell over, then threw herself into a bathroom stall, slamming 
the door shut behind her.  I felt this magical twisting, and heard 
Daphne say an expletive of some sort.

INT:  So what had happened?

J.W.:  I suppose that's where it really started.

INT:  Do tell.

J.W.:  Well, after I heard her yell out, I knocked on the door and 
asked, "Are you okay?"

I tried to open the door, but she slammed it shut and said, "Not 
exactly.  Do me a favor.  Get my cell phone out of my purse and speed 
dial number 2, then slide it under the door to me."

"Okay," I replied.  I went over to her purse, still on the sink 
counter.  I got out the phone and dialed the number she asked, 
looking to see if I could see her under the stall walls, but she had 
pulled her feet up.  I saw her shoes, though, utterly ripped apart. 
I slid it under the door and she grabbed it.

"Yeah, Lynn," I heard her say, "could you either put Aunt Sarah or 
your wife on the phone for me?"  After a few seconds she said, "Yeah, 
Lizard, someone there needs to come through and get me.  I'm at the 
New Asia restaurant."

Then, a little later, she said, "No, I can't really say why.  There's 
someone here."  Then a bit after that, "Trust me, Elizabeth, your 
coming through will be less freaky than what has happened to me."

I heard her hang up the phone and I asked, "So what did happen to you?"

"I'm not sure you'd believe it, even if you saw it."

I was about to try to encourage her to give me a try when I felt a 
magical twisting of a major spell being cast. It was very similar to 
a teleportation spell cast by one of the Sisterhood, but had a 
different flavor to it.

INT:  Flavor?

J.W.: It's hard to explain to someone not trained in the mystic arts. 
It's...  It's like the fact that two different cooks, despite 
following the same recipe in the exact same way, can produce things 
that taste totally different.  Kind of the same thing.

INT:  Well, doesn't everyone who works magic have a different flavor?

J.W.:  [Thinking]  Technically, yes.  But your style either has to be 
radically different, or the person sensing it really has to be paying 
attention to notice it.

INT:  So you sense this strange working of magic, and because you 
knew the "flavors" of the White Sisterhood and the Collegiate 
Brotherhood, you knew it couldn't be one of them.

J.W.:  Well, it couldn't have been one of the Brotherhood.  None of 
them have the power to perform a teleportation spell without 
resorting to ritual.  I'd've felt it being cast long before.

INT:  So what happened next?

J.W.:  I felt space and time warp, and a tall brunette suddenly 
appeared in the bathroom we were in.  She looked a lot like me, a 
little over 6' tall with immense breasts.  Thinking she was some kind 
of sorceress, I immediately struck a combat pose, and demanded, "Who 
are you?"

The woman, well, tried to strike a combat pose, but she was hampered 
by the fact that she was about 7 months pregnant.  "I could ask you 
the same."

INT:  So who was it?

J.W.:  That was when Daphne introduced us.  From the stall she 
yelled, "Settle down, both of you!  Elizabeth Norman, meet Jenny 
Welker, sorceress.  Jenny Welker, meet Elizabeth Norman, my sister 
and Witch.

I did settle down.  "Charmed," I said.

"Likewise.  So, Daffy, what was so big that you called me away from 
David's birthday?"

I saw a hand grasp the top of the bathroom stall.  It was much larger 
than I remembered, and,... well, no other way to describe it, clawed. 
The hand pulled the stall open, and out stepped... Daphne, sort of.

INT:  Sort of?

J.W.:  I assume you and your watchers know of the Transformation that 
Witches undergo?

INT:  [laughs]  They'd have to have been living in a cave not to. 
But just to make sure, why don't you refresh their memories?

J.W.:  On their birthday of the year following the year after a 
multiple of 6; 7, 13, 19, et cetera; a Witch undergoes a physical 
change upon the awakening of her power.  Sometimes it's subtle, a 
third nipple, a hand changed into a claw, something like that.  But 
sometimes, it changes the entire body.  As it did with Daphne.

INT:  So what changes did she undergo?

J.W.:  Well, it was still Daphne, that much you could tell if you 
knew her.  But only if you knew her.  What had gone into the stall 
had been only a little over 5', and, except for her G cup breasts was 
a rather small and dainty brunette.

INT:  Now wait a second, I've met Daphne Newell, and that HARDLY describes her.

J.W.:  Not anymore.  What stepped from the stall was 7' tall, had 
dark, blood red hair, and a reddish tint to her skin.  But that was 
only the more normal changes.  The biggest changes were that her 
hands and feet were now clawed, and she had big, bat wings and a 
tail.  Her clothes were now nothing more than shreds hanging from her 
body.  In fact, the only thing about her that wasn't changed was her 
G cup tits, and on her new, larger body they almost seemed normal. 
Large, but normal.  She now was a she-demon, with the exception of 
her dick, which was now visible since her panties were gone.  All in 
all, she had a rather erotic appearance.

INT:  I know what you mean.  The girl oozes sexuality.  So Daphne, 
now transformed, steps out, how did you and Elizabeth react?

J.W.:  Both of us were too shocked to respond.  Finally, Elizabeth 
said, "Daffy?"

"Yeah, it's me," she said.

"This defies all the odds," Elizabeth responded.

"Tell me about it," Daphne says.

INT:  Wait a minute.  If Elizabeth was a Witch doesn't that mean 
that, as her sister, Daphne was going to transform?  How does that 
defy the odds?

J.W.:  Daphne explained that earlier.  Something left out of that TV 
movie.  Daphne and Elizabeth were the descendants of the human 
offspring of a Witch/human mating.

INT:  So?  Don't all descendants of Witches become Witches, too?

J.W.:  You're thinking post-Restoration.  Prior to the Restoration 
immediate descendants only had a 1 in 10 chance of Transforming. 
Second generation only had a 1 in 10,000 chance.  Since Liz was a 
Witch, Daphne only had about a 1 in 100 million chance of 
Transforming.

INT:  So she beat the odds by Transforming.  What happened next?

J.W.:  Daphne says, "Lizard, we need to get home.  Now."

Liz asks, "What about her?" and points her thumb at me.

Daphne responded, "She comes with us."

"But-"

"Elizabeth, this is big.  I'll explain once we're behind Aunt Sarah's 
protective spells."

"Okay."

INT:  Okay, I've noticed that sometimes Daphne calls her sister 
Lizard, sometimes by her full name.  Is there some significance to 
that?

J.W.:  Yeah there is.  The two, when they were young, developed pet 
names for each other.  Daphne called her sister Lizard, and Liz 
called her brother Davey, and when he later became Daphne, Daffy.

INT:  That's right, Daphne, like you, was transformed from a boy to a 
she-male when in his late teens.

J.W.:  Some differences, but basically, yes.  Anyways, each referred 
to the other by the pet name, unless they wanted to impart the 
seriousness of the situation.

So Elizabeth agreed to take us to her Aunt's home.  She said, "I 
don't have a 3-person spell Mastered.  I'm going to have to dance up 
a spell."

Liz then started dancing.

"Is this really necessary?" I whispered to Daphne.

She tells me, "Actually, yeah, it is," and then explained about a 
Witch's Crutch.

INT:  What is the "Crutch"?

J.W.:  It's the source of many of the myths about Witches.  All those 
who can cast spells require something to focus their energies.  In 
the case of human magic, that's vocal incantations and ritual magic. 
But with a Witch, each has their own focusing agent called a Crutch, 
something they have to do to cast non-Mastered spells, and in Liz's 
case, that Crutch was dancing.

INT:  So how was Elizabeth's dancing, considering she was 7 months pregnant?

J.W.:  Not real great, but that's not unusual.  A Witch's Crutch is 
always something hard for them to do, but not impossible.

Well, I felt space and time begin to warp around me then I felt the 
magic suddenly quenched out.

Daphne looked at her sister and asked, "Well?"

"Something canceled the spell," she explained.

While I quested out with my magical senses, Daphne said, "But you 
didn't seem to suffer from backlash."

Mystified, Elizabeth said, "I... didn't.  There was no backlash.  The 
spell just didn't work."

"Not quite," I said.  "Ladies, we're in trouble."

"What's wrong?" Daphne asked.

"Somebody's cast a warp lock against us."

"A what?"

"A warp lock.  It works by taking the other end of a teleport spell 
and repositioning it to exactly where you are.  You can teleport, but 
only to exactly your same position.  Using it is a favored tactic of 
assault teams of the Dark Forces when they don't want their target 
getting away."

It was at that point that the outer wall to the bathroom exploded and 
a dark assault team stood there.  I cast the mastered spells to 
enhance my strength and speed, and felt Liz cast similar spells.  We 
fought valiantly against them, but were no match against them.  I was 
still too exhausted from my battle with Ben earlier, and Liz was too 
hampered by her pregnancy.  Surprisingly, Daphne seemed to fight the 
best of all of us.

INT:  Well, it does seem her new form was more suited to combat.

J.W.:  That and the fact that her Crutch was fighting.  She was soon 
tossing fireballs and using energy shields with the best I've seen.

But, unfortunately the best wasn't good enough.  We faced a team of 
ten of the best fighters the dark forces had to offer.  And were soon 
laid unceremoniously in a pile, all of us barely conscious.

INT:  So you were beaten and barely functional.  But obviously you 
survived.  We'll find out how right after these messages.

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

[CMS-37]

[CMS stands for Clay Metamorphic Servant, a Golem, a mystical 
construct capable of being shapeshifted into any shape its creator 
wishes.  The CMS-37 unit is not truly alive, more like a magic robot, 
complete with an artificial intelligence allowing it to think.  The 
secrets of the unit are lost to all modern magic users, further 
adding to the mystery of the "Master".

The CMS never describes itself except where oddities to its form 
occurs.  Unless the CMS passes a mirror or other reflective surface, 
only guesses to what it looks like at any particular time can be made.

The following is an essay description of the CMS-37's holographic 
memory as detailed by the unit itself, and contains many notes of me, 
the transcriber to detail scenes and events not explained by the CMS 
unit.]

I served the Master [The Master is a tall person, presumably male, 
dressed in baggy black slacks, top and boots.  His face is concealed 
under a hood which contains only an utter blackness reminiscent of 
the proverbial Abyss.] his evening meal, then awaited as he finished 
it.

When he was done, he looked at me and transformed me into a female 
form.  I knew that for his after dinner entertainment, he wanted me 
to start by masturbating myself.  The Master was uncertain whether he 
would involve CMS-36 or not at this point, but that was his way.  I 
reached up and grabbed my ample bosom, rubbing my breasts.  [The CMS 
unit, during its recitation of the tale, is utterly devoid of 
emotion.  It may be just me, but I got the feeling that the CMS 
lacked any real emotion, and that its "emotional" responses were all 
simulated.]  I moaned loudly as my fingers stroked and pinched my 
nipples.  I played with my breasts a bit, before sliding my hand down 
my abdomen to my crotch.  I fingered myself a bit, moving my fingers 
in and out, sliding them over my clitoris.  I rocked a bit as I 
fingered myself.

I knew that the Master was growing bored because I could sense him 
activate the CMS-36.  He shifted 36 into the form of another woman, 
and she came over and kissed me.  [The CMS-36 has the appearance of a 
5'8" redhead, with a 36DD-24-36 body.  judging from the fact that 
both units look each other in their eyes, it can be guessed that the 
two are the same height.]  I grasped her body and pulled her to me. 
We ground our hips together and Frenched each other.  36 slid her 
hand down to my cunt and slid her fingers into me.  I moaned and 
moved my hands to her breasts.  I lifted them up, pressed them 
together and suckled both nipples, alternating from one to the other.

We looked into each other's eyes and dreamily stared at each other. 
Finally she took me by the hand and led me to a nearby bed.  [The bed 
was in an area where the CMS had looked before and wasn't there.  It 
can be surmised that it was conjured there by the Master.]  She lay 
me on my back, and laid a slow trail of kisses down the length of my 
body, going from my mouth, over my left breast, down my stomach, and 
to my cunt.  She slid her tongue into me, slowly licking and tickling 
me.  She then swung her hips around so that her cunt was over my 
face.  I pulled her hips down and proceeded to lick her as she licked 
me.  We reached the point where we were cumming, and froze as the 
Master's attention was drawn away to another point.  [The CMS-37 
unit's description was rather short, and almost clinical in its 
briefness, further adding to my belief that its emotions are 
simulated.  The events described here in three paragraphs took a 
little less than an hour to occur.]

We remained frozen in spot as the Master went to his scrying pool and 
looked in.  Had it been necessary, we would've remained frozen and 
picked up exactly where we left off when the Master's attention 
returned to us.  But the Master said, "It is time."  Our excitement 
fled our bodies as the Master stuck out his hand, summoning his staff 
from across the room.  [The staff is a 6' pole, apparently made from 
gold, topped by a golden hexagon.  Embedded in the hexagon is a gem, 
apparently a ruby.]  We stood up and the Master transformed us into 
battle Golems.  [The testimony of others who saw both the CMS units 
in action state that the two were identical in appearance.  The 
CMS-36 appeared to be a blocky, 7' tall statue, with 4 arms, razor 
sharp ridges running down the top set.]

He turned to us and extended the staff.  There was the flash of a 
teleportation spell, and we were on a city street.  This was unusual 
for the Master.  Previously, the only time we had been allowed in 
public was in a purely human form.

The Master impressed the images and auras of three women onto our 
minds.  One was a pregnant Witch; another was a she-male, she-demon 
Witch, and the last a she-male sorceress.  All had the incredibly 
powerful auras of first rank magic users.  All except for the Master 
and these three who were on the street or in the room with the broken 
wall were to die.

There were ten who were to meet death that day, all very powerful 
sorcerers.  They seemed surprised to see us, and before that surprise 
could dissipate, both 36 and I lashed out, decapitating two each.  Of 
the remaining 6, three stayed by the women we were here to protect, a 
fatal mistake.  Had they worked together as a team, the 6 might have 
had the power to take us.

Two attacked me, and one 36.  They sheathed their bodies in flame, an 
effective technique when fighting humans or Witches, useless against 
us.  I blocked the attack of one, and side kicked the second.  That 
one reinforced his body, absorbed the attack, and grasped my leg.  I 
extended a spike from the end of my foot, and the man's heart ceased 
to exist.  The first and I exchanged a few blows before I grasped his 
head.  By shifting his own arms into swords he was able to remove my 
hand at the wrist, but it was too late.  My hand became liquid and 
flowed into his mouth and nose.  The clay moved into his throats, 
reformed into spinning blades and decapitated the man from the inside.

We were about to move on to the others, when the Master stopped us. 
The three, who had not heard his mental command, were confused when 
we stopped moving and returned to a neutral pose.  The Master stepped 
forward.  He extended his staff, and three beams lanced out from the 
gem.  The three sorcerers threw up a collective shield, but the 
Master's beams passed right through it, striking the women.  The men 
were surprised as the three stood.

The pregnant one said, "What the?"

The sorceress said, "Form up.  Back to back."

The three, unaware that we were not going to hurt them, formed a 
triangle with their backs to each other.  The Master then extended 
his staff and the three women disappeared.  The Master then used his 
magic to send the three men elsewhere.  The Master then brought us 
home.

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

[Dorina]

I was waiting in my office for news of the assault team, nursing my 
brat.  (This one seems to have a greater appetite than any of my 
others, and unless I want to become some insatiable sex fiend bound 
and determined to get pregnant, I am bound to feed him whenever he 
wants.)  Suddenly three of the team were dropped unceremoniously in a 
pile in front of me.  I was shocked.  I reached out to turn off the 
alarm and noticed that it wasn't ringing.  As they got to their feet, 
I placed the brat in his bassinet, and said simply, "Explain."

The team leader said, "We engaged the women as ordered.  We defeated 
them, but as soon as we were about to finish them off, we were 
confronted by a hooded man and two mystical constructs.  The 
constructs killed four of the team before we could move.  We split 
up, three remaining with the women, three attacking the constructs. 
Unfortunately, the constructs killed them quickly. We prepared for a 
fight, but the constructs stopped.  The man then stepped forward, and 
made three passes with his staff.  The first restored the girls to 
full power.  The second teleported them away.  The third brought us 
here."

"This staff.  Describe it."

"Made out of gold.  A long pole with a hexagonal top that had a ruby 
inside it."

"A Hexatar Staff," I whispered in awe.

"What, ma'am?" the leader asked.

Aloud, I said, "Nothing that need concern you.  Let me ask you a 
question.  Why were you not prepared for these constructs after they 
teleported in?"

"There was no warning, ma'am.  There were none of the usual effects 
associated with a teleportation."

If the man had a true Hexatar I could believe that, not that I was 
giving the idiot any slack.  "Question two, if the constructs could 
destroy four of your number so easily why did you think three of your 
number would suffice?"

"They no longer had surprise, ma'am."

"Uh huh.  And you say you defeated the women.  Why aren't they dead? 
Why isn't either of them dead?  Couldn't you handle a Sorceress and a 
human lawyer?"

"There were three, ma'am.  The lawyer's sister, Elizabeth, was there. 
Further, the woman, Daphne, had gone through a Transformation.  She's 
now a powerhouse of a fighter, both in terms of body construction and 
power.  Her Crutch is fighting."

"Appropriate for a pacifist.  But you say you defeated them anyways?" 
Quite a surprise, actually.  The girl, Elizabeth, was one of the few 
Witches that didn't have a mortal life.  According to the records, 
she and her now wife had an altercation in late November 6 years 
back, prompting the Witch to leave school and devote herself full 
time to pursuing the study of Magic.  In a world where most Witches 
mastered only one branch of spell-casting, if they mastered any at 
all, Elizabeth was a Master of physical transformations, 
counter-spelling, awakening Transformations, and Mental controls. 
She's the youngest Witch ever to make the Witches' council.

"Elizabeth was hampered by her pregnancy, and Jenny didn't have the 
power to maintain the fight.  Daphne proved to be the most effective 
opponent of the three."

"Now you say you defeated them.  So I go back to my original 
question.  Why isn't even one of them dead?"

"Well, we wanted to..."

"Yes?"

"We were going to destroy them collectively with The Death of a 
Thousand Pains."

"An excessive, torturous death to be sure."

"I'm glad you agree."

"Oh, I didn't say I agree."  I stood and walked around them.  "Do you 
know why you were sent to that restaurant?"

"To kill Daphne Newell and Jenny Welker."

"But do you know why they had to die?"

The man grew afraid.  "Because their union could bring to an end our 
plan to dominate humanity."

"Yes.  Now are they dead?"

"No, but that wasn't my fault."

"Ah, but if you had not tried to be excessive in your pain delivery, 
you could've managed to kill one or all of them before this 
mysterious man appeared."

"But-"

"But nothing.  Pain has its place," I clenched my hand into a fist, 
causing the team leader to double over in pain, "but only after the 
job is done!"  I held my fist for a few seconds before releasing it, 
thus releasing him.  "You're still too valuable to me to kill, but 
your stupidity must be punished."

The man stood.  "Yes, ma'am."

I sat back down.  I mystically scanned the personnel records to find 
a suitable punishment for the male.  I found it in his sexual 
preferences.  One of the reasons why he had been selected for the 
team was that he had a hatred of she-males, and since both Daphne and 
Jenny were she-males it gave him an incentive to destroy them.  "Drop 
your transformation cloak," the spell which covers whatever changes 
the Dark Ones made to his body.

He did so, and before me stood a little girl with big tits.  I 
quickly scanned him and found out that it was more than a surface 
transformation.  He was male mentally and spiritually, but his body 
had been transformed into a 12 year old girl with DD tits.  I reached 
out with my magics and stripped all three of them.  I then 
transformed the two others into she-males.  To further rub it in, I 
transformed them into duplicates of Daphne (pre-Transformation) and 
Jenny.  I then placed a magic lock on them all so that none of them 
could use any magics and told the two she-males, "Rape him."

The Jenny look-alike came over and reached around from behind, 
grasping his tits and squeezing them painfully.  "Daphne" came 
around, grasped him by the back of his head and kissed him.  She then 
pushed his head down to her breasts, forcing him to take one into his 
mouth and suckle it.  I saw tears come to the team leader's eyes, as 
Jenny slid her hand down, sticking it into his cunt.  She roughly 
inserted her fingers and mauled the sensitive vulva.

The two she-males then forced him to his hands and knees.  Daphne 
knelt in front of him, while Jenny knelt behind.  Daphne forced him 
to take her dick into his mouth, while Jenny shoved her dick into his 
pre-pubescent cunt.  The two she-males then stayed slightly apart 
from the team leader.  Jenny then whacked his ass, forcing him 
forward onto Daphne.  Daphne then scraped his face, causing him to 
move back onto Jenny.  Between the two of them, he moved, until they 
came, shooting their seed into him.  Daphne grasped his face and held 
him until he swallowed her cum.

He thought it was over, but I had a special surprise for him.  He 
tried to rise, but Jenny pushed him down to his stomach.  Daphne 
grasped his arms and pulled them out straight.  A cat-o'-nine-tails 
appeared in Jenny's hand, and she used it to beat his ass bloody. 
When his ass was nice and red, covered in his own blood, Jenny 
crawled up to him, and shoved her dick into his ass.  I reveled in 
the pain he felt as she fucked his raw rear.  After she came, I 
transformed them back, reveling in the disgust they felt at what they 
had done.

I came over to them and said to the team leader, "Remember this pain 
and remember your failure.  In this organization, you only get two 
strikes."  I released the magic lock.  The first thing he did, even 
before rising, was transform himself back to his male form.  Before 
they could say a thing, I dismissed them, and they ran from the room.

I smiled.  I had enjoyed the display, and resolved to take the two 
she-males as my slaves if it wouldn't risk our plans.  My brat then 
cried his, "My diaper is full" whine, and I summoned his nanny.  I 
may have had to feed the whelp, but that didn't mean I had to deal 
with his messes.

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

[Jenny]

INT:  Okay, we're back from commercial.  So, Jenny, you had just been 
beaten by the assault team the Dark Alliance sent to kill you.  As I 
said before the break, it's obvious you survived, so  what happened 
next?

JENNY:  Well, I was kind of hazy for a while, so I'm not sure exactly 
how long it took, but suddenly I felt this transfusion of energy, my 
magical power restored.

INT:  Now wait a second.  I thought it was impossible to just restore 
a person's magical energy with magic.

JENNY:  It's supposed to be.  To this day no one has been able to 
figure out how it was done.  But after it was done, all three of us 
stood.  We found ourselves surrounded.  Most of the dark team were 
dead, and in very bloody ways.  Three of them were left, and we had 
three new players.  Two of them seemed to be animated statues of some 
kind with 4 arms each.  The third was a hooded man who just pulsed 
with mystical might.  But most intimidating, was that the man carried 
what looked like a Hexatar Staff.

INT:  A Hexatar Staff?  What is that?  Some kind of magic item?

JENNY:  To call the Hexatar Staff a magic item is like calling one of 
today's super-computers a calculator.  An enchanted item has a set 
effect.  When you build it, you set the effects in.  But once you're 
done, that's it.  Whatever you put in, number of times it's usable, 
duration of each use, et cetera, are set.

But the Hexatar Staff.  If the stories are true, it's like a 
combination magic computer, and amplifier.  Depending on the story, 
just holding it can amplify your power from 2 to 6 times.  Further, 
you can change the effects of the staff, effectively "reprogramming" 
the staff.

INT:  So you now have this new group, what did you do?

JENNY:  Liz said something as I yelled for our group to form up back 
to back so we could defend against both groups.

INT:  But if the dark forces were now dead, didn't that make the new 
group your allies?

JENNY:  Possibly, but I couldn't take that chance.  But it turns out 
it wasn't necessary.  The man raised the staff and beams of light 
lanced out from it towards us.  I threw up a shield, but the beam 
passed right through it.

INT:  What did the beam do?

JENNY:  It teleported us.  The weird thing was, there was no feeling 
of being teleported.  Suddenly, we were just... elsewhere.

INT:  Where?

JENNY:  In, of all places, a nursery.

INT:  A nursery?

JENNY:  Mm-hmm.  A big one, too.  Three cribs, two occupied, and one 
adult male.  He was sitting, and, at first, I thought he was fat.  I 
wasn't desirous about starting a fight with kids around, but after 
what just happened, I wasn't taking any chances, and struck a battle 
stance.

The man tried to rise, and yelled, "Sarah!" but fell back into his chair.

But then Elizabeth stepped from behind Daphne and me and said, "It's 
okay, Uncle Peter.  It's just us."

The relief was very apparent on his face.  "Liz, thank god.  Don't 
scare me like that."  Elizabeth went over and helped him to get up. 
"But weren't you supposed to be picking up..."  Then he got a good 
look at the newly Transformed Witch.  "Daphne!?"

Daphne gave him a short wave.  "Hi, Unc.  By the way, this is Jenny Welker."

He extended his hand to me.  "Pleased to meet you."

I shook his hand, and a tall, big breasted woman ran in.  She said, 
"Peter, what's-  Elizabeth?  What are you doing here?  I sensed no 
penetration of the shields.  And where is...  Daphne?!"

Elizabeth said, "It's a long story.  But, to make a long story short, 
Daphne met this sorceress, Transformed, got a hold of me; I went 
there; we were attacked by Dark sorcerers, nearly defeated; a 
stranger woke us up and teleported us here.  And if you think it's 
strange that you didn't feel anything, I didn't feel anything, and I 
was the one being teleported."

Somewhat flabbergasted, Sarah said, "Wait a second, let's take this 
one step at a time."

Suddenly a small boy (about 5 or 6, I guess) ran in, yelling, "Mama, 
mama," and leapt into Liz's arms.

Liz said, "Hey, Davey.  Had a good birthday?"

"Yes, but we're about to have cake.  Can't you and aunt Daffy come down now?"

Daphne seemed amazed.  "You know who I am, Davey?"

"You're aunt Daffy.  Duh!"

I grinned.  Sometimes kids can be so fun.

Sarah said, "Not unusual.  Most young children haven't lost their 
sense of wonder, and see right through Transformations, no matter how 
radical they are."

Liz said, "Davey, your mother's got to discuss some things with the 
adults here.  Go down with your papa Lynn, and I'll be down in a bit."

The boy left the room, and Sarah said, "On to business.  Miss Welker, 
Liz and Daphne say you're a sorceress, and that's enough for me.  But 
we will need to call the Witches' Council.  Understand, we have spent 
the last 1,500 years believing that humans have lost the ability to 
manipulate magic.  If you could arrange for some demonstration, 
something powerful and flashy, without being too depleting to 
yourself, it would go a long way towards proving your claim to the 
others."

I nodded.

Daphne said, "Aunt Sarah, the Sorceresses and a fellow order, the 
Collegiate Brotherhood, have councils of their own.  With your 
permission, they should be brought here.  There are Dark forces out 
there and it took a union of the two groups to defeat them last time."

"Agreed.  Of course, they would have to attack when we have three 
pregnancies in the house."

Suddenly Peter said, "Two pregnancies and a newborn, hun."  I noticed 
he was holding his belly.

Sarah asked, "Are you sure?  It's two weeks ahead of schedule."

Peter replied, "I have birthed 3 other children, my love.  I know 
what a contraction feels like."

INT:  A contraction?  Peter was a woman?

JENNY:  No.  Daphne explained it to me.  Peter was born male, but, 
then again, so was his wife, Sarah.  Her transformation turned her 
into a she-male, and since she couldn't birth children, Peter allowed 
her to transform him into a hermaphrodite, so they could have 
children the natural way.

So Sarah says, "Okay, Daphne, go get your husband.  The rest of you, 
no offense, but get out."

Daphne and Liz took me out of the room.  As we headed downstairs, 
Daphne said, "Jenny, contact Wanda.  Tell her what's going on.  Use 
your link.  It can't be tapped."

INT:  Ah, the infamous wizards' link.  Now, not being a magic worker 
myself, I've never had the benefit of experiencing it, but I've heard 
it can be rather powerful.

JENNY:  [Smiling knowingly]  That's putting it mildly.

So they brought me downstairs.  I heard the sounds of a party going 
on in another room, and Liz excused herself and went in.  Daphne 
pointed me to a Den, then went off, I guessed to get her husband.  I 
sat down, closed my eyes and went to that place in my mind where 
Wanda always was.  I found the mirror that Daphne had shown me and 
went to it.  Wanda was on the other side, in the council room.  She 
wasn't too interested in the council meeting, and when I tapped on 
the glass, she ran to me.  The mirror dissolved and she was right 
there.

We kissed, sharing not only passion and contact, but the memories of 
what had happened since last we shared our minds.  While incidents of 
the attack and my transport here were shared with her, I learned that 
she had reported my survival with the council.  The council agreed 
with her that Daphne needed to be brought to them to be questioned. 
They expected me back within a few minutes, and when it didn't 
happen, they sent someone to the restaurant, only to find a bunch of 
dead bodies, and one wall blown apart.

Since then (only a few minutes ago) they had been searching for me 
only to be blocked by some mystic walls preventing detection.  They 
knew I was somewhere within or near the city, but couldn't pinpoint 
it.  After the sharing was finished (which took about a second, if 
that) I just looked at her and asked, "Why didn't you just use the 
link?"

She looked sheepish and said, "I forgot that it could be used.  I'm 
still used to thinking of it as a temporary connection.  But, Jen, my 
love, is all this for real?  Real Whit-chara?  Witches?  Not some 
trick?"

"You wouldn't say that if you experienced Daphne's transformation 
first-hand.  One second, she's this little slip of a woman, next 
she's a 7' tall she-demon brimming with magical power.  We've got to 
get our groups together.  Get the high council of both the Sisterhood 
and the Brotherhood and bring them here."

"Can we trust these people, Jen?  Why not bring them here?"

I thought about it.  I explained, "Wanda, I can understand why the 
Sisterhood would be loathe to trust these people, but... I trust them 
with my life.  I'm not sure why, but I feel a... kinship with them. 
Besides, having been in all three places, the council chambers of 
both our orders and here, and here is more protected.  There's at 
least two levels of shield spells surrounding me, and a few places in 
this house that have shield spells around them.  One of which is 
just... staggering in power."

"Alright, I'll try to convince them, but it isn't going to be easy."

"I have faith in you.  After all, you convinced me to stay Jenny, didn't you?"

She smiled and teased, "Yeah, but that was easy.  You love me."

I then teased back, "A tramp like you?  Love?  I just stay with you 
for the great sex."  It was one of the great things about the link. 
Since you knew the others feelings there was no way of going too far 
with the teasing.

Wanda kissed me and stepped back, both of us returning to our bodies. 
I opened my eyes, seeing Daphne sitting on a table.  "Well," she 
asked, "will they be coming?"

"Wanda's kind of concerned about them wanting to come to a strange 
place.  I can't really blame them."

"What about you?  Do you trust us?"

"Yes.  I can't explain why, but yes I do."

"Thanks, that means a lot.  You want to attend a six year old's 
birthday party?"

"Sure.  Don't you want to get changed first?"

Daphne looked at herself.  "Oh, geez, I look a fright."  She stripped 
off the remains of her clothes and tossed them in a nearby garbage 
can.  "There.  Now I'm ready."

"With nothing on?"

"No taboos on nudity in this house.  Besides, nothing I own is going 
to fit me anymore."

I almost laughed.  "I suppose not.  Would you like me to conjure something up?"

Daphne considered it.  "Sure.  Something red to match my new coloration."

I closed my eyes, visualizing a dress to fit her, then cast the spell 
to conjure it up.  And in less time then it takes to say it, Daphne 
was in a short, sleeveless, backless, red dress.  "You look great, if 
I say so myself."

She took a look at herself in a mirror.  "Thanks, it does look great. 
Shall we go?"

We went into another room with lots of children of varying ages.  A 
couple ran up to us, yelling, "Mama, mama," and leapt into Daphne's 
arms.

INT:  Now, I know Daphne is a she-male.  Was her husband a 
hermaphrodite like Peter?

JENNY:  No, Daphne was sharing the beds of two people, her husband, 
Jason, and her aunt's ex-fiance, Andrea.  She had two children with 
Andrea.

I was still kind of amazed at how the children seemed to take 
Daphne's Transformation in stride.  After Daphne put them down and 
they ran back to the party, Andrea came over, introduced herself, and 
kissed Daphne.  That was when Daphne explained about their three way 
relationship.

I then asked them, "Aren't you guys worried about these kids telling 
their parents or friends about Daphne?"

Daphne said, "Naw.  With the exception of my kids, who are no longer 
exceptions, they're all the kids of Witches or Warlocks.  They know 
about Transformations.  A couple are already Transformed themselves."

"Really?  None of them look it."

"You won't be able to tell from looking.  One would have to disrobe 
for you to see his third nipple.  The other keeps her hair long 
around her pointed ears.  It's not a hard and fast rule, but the 
earlier the Transformation, the more subtle the Transformation."

It was then that I met Lynn, Elizabeth's wife.

INT:  Elizabeth's wife?  Did she have a 3-way relationship with 
someone else?  Or was Lynn like you, born male, but transformed into 
a she-male?

JENNY:  Actually, kind of the opposite.  She was a she-male, but had 
been born a woman.

INT:  How did that come to pass?

JENNY:  I'll explain that later.  Suffice it to say that Lynn was an 
unawakened sorceress of fairly high potential.

We then spent the next couple hours with the kids, before I felt 
Wanda tapping at my mind.  I excused myself, and returned to the Den, 
with Daphne coming with me.  I went into my mind, finding Wanda 
already at the mirror.  I touched it and we were together.

"Love," she says, "the council is wondering if it would be possible 
for the Witches to come here."

I told her I'd check and returned to my body.  I asked Daphne about 
it.  She considered it, and said, "I suppose if there's no other 
choice, but from what you describe to me, your council meets inside a 
building."

"Yeah, so?"

"How big is the council room?"

"Combine this den and that party room.  About that big."

"Well, point blank, you're not fitting the entire Witches' council 
into that without most of them transforming into something more 
human.  And since, like you, they can only undergo twelve hours of 
transformation in any 48 hour period, I would suggest elsewhere."

"Well, who's the largest member of your council?"

"A gryphon."

"Excuse me?"

"A gryphon, ten feet tall at the shoulder, 15 foot long lion's body, 
hawk's head as big as your upper torso.  He's... an intimidating 
figure."

"I would guess so."

"And even if you find a convention hall big enough to hold them all, 
his front feet are eagle's talons and he does tend to play havoc with 
floors."

I returned to my mind and to Wanda.  I then waited as she informed 
the council of my facts, and returned to me.  "They've agreed to come 
to this Sarah's house.  Now we just need directions."

In all the confusion, I had forgotten that I had no idea exactly 
where we were.  I got the directions from Daphne and passed them on. 
For then next hour we waited for the councils to arrive.

When they started to come through the door, I heard Wanda's voice.  I 
started to move towards it, but Daphne stopped me, saying, "Why don't 
you go upstairs to the guest room.  I'll send Wanda up to you."

"Don't be silly," I said.  "We can get up there on our own."

Daphne tried to stop me, but I just shoved through the press of 
bodies to find Wanda.  But when I found her...

INT:  Yes?

JENNY:  [Smiling broadly]  Let's just say I should've heeded Daphne's warning.

INT:  Oh, come on.  We want details.  This is cable.

JENNY:  [Laughing]  Okay, how detailed do you want?

INT:  We want every detail you can give us.

JENNY:  [Short laugh]  Okay, you asked for it.

As soon as I touched Wanda, the link restored itself to the same 
intensity right after it was formed.

INT:  If I recall correctly, didn't you find yourself possessed of an 
insatiable desire to bed the woman when you were first bonded?

JENNY:  Exactly.  At that exact moment I generated an energy bubble, 
forcing anybody near us to move away.  I then disintegrated both of 
our clothes, leaving us naked.

INT:  What was Wanda doing through this?

JENNY:  That's the thing.  When the link is that strong, you can't 
really tell where one of you ends and the other begins.  Looking back 
I think I can say that one of us forced the others away, and the 
other disintegrated our clothing, but for the life of me, I couldn't 
say which of us did what.

INT:  Didn't anyone else object?

JENNY:  [Shrugs]  They might've.  At that point in time, the only 
one... the only thing that existed for me was Wanda.

INT:  So what happened next?

JENNY:  Oh, come now.  You saw the movie, same thing happened again.

INT:  Yes, but not all our viewers may have caught the movie.

JENNY:  [Smiles]  Do you really want all the horny details?

INT:  Please, be as graphic as you can.

JENNY:  Alright.  We were naked together in the entryway to Daphne's 
family's place.  I plastered my lips to Wanda's breasts, suckling her 
teat like a baby.  Her own fingers found and fondled my breasts at 
the same time.

The last time we did this Wanda took the "female" role first, 
accepting my dick into her ass.  This time, I pulled backwards, 
drawing her on top of me.  My hand took her dick and placed it at my 
ass.  Taking the hint she quickly shoved in, pumping wildly.  I was 
still nursing on her tit, and used my hands to rub her breasts.  I 
wrapped my legs around her, pulling her into me, allowing her only 
enough space to move to give me a good fucking.

Now normally, Wanda's very good at prolonging our sex play, but at 
the time we were so tied up in each other that there was no way we 
were going to be able to prolong this.  I was feeling what she was 
both from my perspective and from hers; we were that closely linked. 
And soon, we were cumming together in orgasm.

But we were by no means finished.  Wanda then straddled my legs, and 
shoved my dick up her ass, riding me through another orgasm.  Then we 
69-ed each other till we came again, then we just lay together 
fondling each other till we came down from our high.

INT:  So what did your audience think?

JENNY:  Actually, our audience had at some point departed from the 
area, as they had when it occurred the last time.  And we both felt 
as sheepish and embarrassed as we had the first time.

INT:  I think I can imagine.  But we'll be right back after these 
messages.  And when we return we'll get a chance to speak with Wanda, 
Jenny's wife.

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

[Elizabeth]

[The following is an excerpt from the personal diary of Elizabeth 
Norman, member of the Witches' Council.  This particular excerpt is 
part of a larger section, but details discussed and revealed above 
have been removed.  The full diary is available from the archive upon 
request.]

Well, after these people started to arrive, I saw Jenny moving 
through the crowd.  I saw Daphne point at her and mouth the words, 
"Stop her," to me.  I wondered why, and was about to move towards 
her, when Lynn took my arm.  That was all the distraction it took for 
her and this beautiful redhead to get together.  Suddenly there was 
this flash of light, and everybody within ten feet of Jenny and her 
girl were moved back away from them.  I then noticed that Jenny and 
the other were naked and starting to go at it like rabbits.

Aunt Sarah, a sorceress, Lynn and I moved over to Daphne (who was 
rubbing her fingers over her eyes and the bridge of her nose) and I 
asked, "What's with them?"

Daphne said, "They underwent a bonding ceremony early this morning 
and haven't been together since then."

"Ah," I said.

"So what's the big deal?  Why can't they control themselves?" the 
sorceress asked.

Lynn explained, "When you undergo the bonding ceremony you're 
connected on a combination of physical, mental, and spiritual levels. 
For about two weeks after the ceremony you have to remain close to 
your partner to allow the connections to stabilize.  Otherwise, when 
you get back together, the connection reforges itself.  The most you 
can spend apart is 3 hours without risking that happening.  Something 
that Liz failed to mention."

I whistled nonchalantly as Lynn gave me a mock-annoyed look.  I had 
failed to mention it to Lynn, and on the second day of our honeymoon, 
she snuck out of bed early to go shopping for a surprise gift for me. 
When she got back, we ruined one of her best dresses getting naked, 
doing what Jenny and her wife were doing.

The sorceress then said, "Great.  Okay, everyone, nothing to see 
here.  Move on."  With our help, she then moved everyone outside to 
our meeting area.  As we walked, she said, "My name's Elizabeth 
Welker.  I'm Jenny's mother."

"Pleased to meet you."

She then turned to Lynn, and asked, "How do you know about the 
bonding ceremony?  Unless my senses are greatly deceiving me, your 
potential, as large as it is, has yet to be awakened."

"Yeah, so?" Lynn answered.

"Well, how did you manage it?  It requires that both participants be 
magically empowered."

I said, "Not if it's the same ceremony we went through.  It only 
requires that one participant be magically empowered.  And from what 
Daphne tells me, it's the same ceremony."

"Well, she did know more about it than even we did."

"But it does bring up something I wanted to talk about.  Could we go 
into the den?  It'll be a little while before the other members of 
the Witches' council can get here."

Both Lynn and Mrs. Welker gave me a strange look, and followed me 
into the den.  They sat, and Mrs. Welker asked, "So what's up?"

"Well, it's about something that happened 7 years ago."

Lynn, in an exasperated tone, said, "Oh, Liz."

"Lynn, please.  Well, in my first year of college, when I met Lynn, I 
fell for her, but she, for reasons out of her control, started 
teasing me about my breasts.  So, in an effort to make her feel 
self-conscious about her body, I cast a spell to give her a dick. 
But, at the time, I was so enamored with her, I accidentally included 
an obsessive desire to bed me.

"I later found out that she had been teasing me because of another 
girl.  I tried to counter-spell my spell, but Lynn was unable to 
differentiate between her own desire and my spell, so she lashed out 
with her unawakened potential, preventing the counter-spell from 
working.

"Since then, I've spent my life trying to find a way to reverse my 
mistake, but it seems that the only way to do it would be to awaken 
her potential so that she can do it on her own, or at least not 
counter my counter.  So, I was wondering..."

"Could I do it for you?"

"Yes."

"And do you want this, Lynn?"

Lynn said, "I'm not sure."

"Well, I would like to.  I can sense a high potential within you, and 
I get the feeling that we're going to need all the sorceresses we can 
get our hands on.  But there's a couple things you need to consider. 
First, you should expect to see some breast growth.  It has to do 
with the awakening spell."

"I can deal with that.  I always have liked big-breasted women."

"Second, once the spell has awakened you, whatever form you're in 
when finished becomes your "Native State".  You'll be unable to 
transform out of it for more than 12 hours out of any 48.  So, if you 
have a dick when you go in, you'll be permanently stuck with it 
after."

I was disappointed to hear this, but Lynn surprised the hell out of 
me by saying, "That cinches it.  Do it."

"But Lynn?!  If you're going to be stuck with it what's the point?"

She patted the seat beside her.  "Liz, sit down."  I did so.  She 
took my hands in hers.  "Liz, I have been telling you this for years, 
but apparently I haven't been getting through to you.  I want you to 
stop trying to change me back.  I like how I am right now."

"But-"

"Liz, I know you feel guilty about what you think you've done to me; 
that's the only reason I haven't pushed harder to get you to stop. 
But you should be feeling happy for what you've done for me."

"I don't understand."

"Liz, I have known since I was 9 years old that I was a lesbian, that 
I preferred women to men.  And the only regret I ever had before you 
came into my life was that I knew I would probably never have 
children.  I would have to either lie with a man, or resort to 
artificial insemination, or adopt.  And of the three, adoption was 
most tenable.  But when you gave birth to David, 6 years ago today, 
and I held him in my arms, knowing he was MY child, and that he was 
my child with the woman I loved, I knew I never wanted to go back."

I was flabbergasted.  "You... forgive me for what I did to you?"

"I forgave you before we were even married, love.  You'd've sensed 
that after we were married if you hadn't been blaming yourself." 
Tears came to my eyes.  "Elizabeth Norman Thompson, I love you.  You 
have given me two beautiful children with a third on the way."  She 
rubbed my belly.  "Now forgive yourself, my love."  I broke down into 
tears and cuddled into Lynn.  She held me while I cried myself out. 
To be honest, I think that my response was mainly due to my hormones 
and the pregnancy.  It makes me wish that a Witch could have spells 
cast on her during her pregnancy.

After I was finished, Mrs. Welker asked, "Do you still want to have 
your powers awakened, Lynn?"

Lynn asked, "What will that mean exactly?  What will I have to do?"

"Well, during the awakening spell you won't have to do anything but 
stand there.  The spell will awaken your latent potential, and make 
it usable.  Then of course, you'll have to be trained.  Standard 
procedure would be to send you to our school for the indoctrination 
and primary training.  That usually takes a year, although it can 
take more or less.  Jenny completed her training in 9 months," then 
with an obvious mother's pride, "a record."

"Will Liz and my kids be able to come with me?"

"Sorry, no.  The training must be done without distraction."

"Then I'll pass.  I don't think I could spend a year away from my family."

"Believe me, I understand.  I had already completed my training when 
I got pregnant with Jeremiah, Jenny's pre-transformation name.  I 
don't know what I would've done if I had had to be away from him when 
he was young."

There was a knock on the door, and Daphne stuck her head in. 
"Ladies, Samuel just called.  He and his family are on the way, and I 
thought Mrs. Welker would like to see him when he arrives."

I smiled.  I was always get a kick out of seeing people's first 
reactions to Samuel.  His transformation was amongst the more radical 
of our kind, occurring when he was 43, and he became a gryphon.  He's 
one mean looking dude.  Ironically, except when he's hunting (he eats 
live sheep), he's one of the nicest people you could meet.

We stood up, and started outside.  As we walked, Mrs. Welker asked, 
"Whatever happened to the girl who got Lynn to tease you?"

I said, "We found out what was causing her to be so mean, helped her 
resolve her difficulties, and she became a great friend of the 
family.  She'll be coming with Samuel, so you'll get a chance to meet 
her."

"You helped her?  I'm not so sure I'd've been so nice."

"Neither did I.  It's kind of a long story.  I'll tell it to you later."

We went outside, and waited with the rest of the group.  Then I felt 
it, the magical twisting of space and time of a transportation spell. 
Then, as easy as you please, Samuel was there.  His wife, Karasina, 
Louise (the very person we were talking about earlier), Richard 
(Louise's husband and Karasina and Samuel's son), and their daughter, 
Theresa.  The only one who looked normal was Theresa.  Karasina was 
an angel, and Louise and Richard were centaurs.  But, judging from 
the startled gasps of the crowd, none of them saw anything but Samuel.

Aunt Sarah stepped up and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, meet Samuel 
Kravitz, head of the Witches' council."

An oriental woman finally worked up the nerve to step forward. 
Samuel moved one leg back and dipped his head in a kind of bow. 
"Milady, I am charmed to meet you."

The woman stepped up and with a brave front said, "I am Lin Su, head 
of the White Sisterhood.  This," she pointed back to an Negro man 
behind her, "is James Cameron, head of the Collegiate Brotherhood." 
The man stepped forward and nodded his head.

Things seemed tensely silent, when suddenly I, and everyone with any 
sense of magic, felt something pierce the shields around our home. 
The thing was, whatever it was, was flying.  I looked towards the 
penetration, and saw a flying horse carrying some people.   Suddenly 
Samuel turned to Lin Su and said, "Get on," and bowed his shoulder. 
Lin Su leapt up onto his back, and they took to the air.

They flew up, met the intruder, and guided them down.  As they got 
close to the ground, Mrs. Welker screamed, "Bambi!" and ran towards 
the pegasus.  I remembered from what Daphne told us that Bambi was 
Mrs. Welker's younger daughter, and followed.  When we got close 
Bambi dismounted and pulled an injured man down beside her.  "Mom," 
she yelled out, "Travis is hurt!  We were attacked!"

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

J R D
jrdss@micronet.net

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