Caryn

by Jennifer

  

Jake was a normal, happy, young boy. Or so he thought.

He was 10 years old, and he did all the things that you would expect from an boy his age. He was always coming home dirty, scraped knees from falling off his bike; a black eye from a fight with a friend, or from getting hit with a baseball; torn clothes from rough and tumble activities, and so on.

Jake's mother was Anne, and she adored him. But Jake was sometimes sad that he never knew his father. At least his mother really loved him, and his grandmother, who was the worlds best cook.

"Jake, I need to talk to you about the facts of life" said Anne one evening at home.

"Mom, I know all that. They teach us in school you known."

"What do they teach you?" she said, knowing of course what the answer would be.

"That we're gonna go through puberty soon..." he started.

"Going to!" corrected Anne.

"*Going to* go through puberty soon, and begin growing up."

"And what else did they teach you?"

"About sex education. That men and women have sex, and that's how babies are made. Then they grow up to be kids like me, and then I'll grow up to be a man."

"Jake, I know this is going to be hard to accept, but what they told you isn't quite true."

"What do you mean? I've my friend's older brothers and sisters growing up. They have sex on TV. Its got to be true."

"No son, its not. You see, for normal *people*, what they told you is true. But you are something else. Something special. Something wonderful."

"What?" he said, his curiosity aroused now.

"You have to promise to me not to tell a soul what I am going to tell you now."

"I swear" he said.

"Okay Jake. Here goes. This may be hard for you to accept, but it is the truth. You see; your grandmother is someone very special. And because of that, I am the same way. And soon, you will be too."

"What!" he said, unable to wait any longer.

"Jake, do you know what a witch is?"

"Yeah. At Halloween, they fly on their broomsticks and scare little kids. They cast magic spells, and are evil. They're ugly old women, with green faces."

Anne laughed.

"Poor Jake, you only know what you're seen on TV and read in books. Witches do exist, but they're nothing like that. We are kind and loving. We have magic powers, but we use them only for good. We are not ugly and green, but we do live a very long time. And we would never scare off little kids."

"You keep saying 'we' " noted Jake.

"That's right. Jake, your grandmother is a witch. And because of that, so am I. And because you are my child, you are too."

"No!" he said, defiant. She was lying to him.

"Now Jake, tell me. How many times have you played cards with your friends, and you seemed to guess right so often?"

"They don't want to play cards with me. They say I'm too lucky."

"Or when we went to the store, and you knew just which pack of trading cards to take out of the box, because it had the one you needed."

"So, I'm lucky. That doesn't make me a witch."
"How about they way you can look at an animal, and know what it is thinking and feeling."

"How do you know that?" he said. He thought it was his secret.

"Because it happened to me too, when I was about your age. You see, a witch does not get all of her powers at once. They grow gradually as she ages. I cannot even begin to do anything close to what your grandmother can. And you cannot even imagine my powers. Now, you have the beginnings of power, but as you grow older, your powers will grow too."

"Cool. I have powers!"

"Remember though Jake, you can only use them for good. If you use your powers for evil...you don't even want to think of the punishment."

"When do I get more powers?"

"As you grow and develop, your powers will grow with you too. A witch does not reach her full powers until she is 70 or so. That's why the image most people have of witches is of an old lady. We have powers when we're young, but it takes an older woman to have the strong powers such as flight, that might get noticed. That is why we have to be very careful. A witch must never allow anyone to know her powers."

"Why?"

"Because if people knew she was a witch, then they would want to harm her. Out of fear, or jealously. You must never allow anyone to know anything about your true heritage. You must never let them know that you are a witch. A witch must be discrete in all of her dealings."

"You keep saying 'her' " said Jake.

"That's right. Because all witches are women."

"But I'm a boy. So I can't be a witch."

"No. You don't understand. You see, with normal humans, those that are born as boys grow up to be men. Those who are born as girls grow up to be women. But for witches, no matter whether you're born as a boy or a girl, you still grow up to be a *witch*."

"You mean..."

"Yes son. I know it is hard to accept, but you are going to become a woman, just like me."

"No!" he yelled. He wasn't going to change! He wouldn't allow it to happen. Girls were yucky, wanting to kiss him and play stupid games. He hated girls, and wanted nothing to do with them. There was no way that he was going to be one!

"Jake, you cannot stop it. It is nature's way. You are ten years old now, and that is the age at which puberty sets in for most girls. You need to understand that when puberty comes for you, you are going to start to develop *female* sex characteristics, not male ones. You need to understand that you are about to become a young woman."

"No! It's not true!"

"Yes it is Jake. I would not lie to you."

"How do you know?" he said, still not believing her.

"Because Jake, when I was your age, I was a boy too. But one day I started to develop, and I became female, just as you will. I know it is true, because it happened to *me*."

"You were a boy?" he said, stunned.

"Yes. Just like you. And soon, you will be a woman, like me."

 

That night, Jake had bad dreams in bed. He refused to give in, and believe his mother. But what if she was right? He hated the little girls so much, the way they teased him. And they were smarter than him, bigger and stronger. He hated how they looked, how the dressed. But his mom said that he was going to become one of them. He cried himself to sleep.

* * *

 

For the next few weeks, Jake regularly checked himself for signs of puberty, but there were none. He knew from school that boys tended to enter puberty later than girls, so perhaps his mom was wrong after all. The long it took before it set in, then the better it looked for him.

Most young boys were looking forward to puberty, but Jake dreaded it. Time dragged on, and he looked at the girls in school with derision. He wasn't about to join them, in their pretty dresses and skirts. He was a boy, and he would never be like them.

But one night, while taking a bath, Jake looked at himself and noticed something: pubic hairs. There were just a couple, but he knew immediately what it meant. Puberty was starting for him.

All the color drained from his face. It was starting. What if his mom was right? He pulled the hairs out, as painful as it was, hoping that it would stop the process. But removing a few hairs does not stop mother nature from doing her work.

 

A few days later, he noticed more pubic hairs. He examined the rest of his body, but there were no other visible changes. This brought him hope again, and he prayed that he would stay as he was.

But one night, his worst fears were realized. As if overnight, he found that he had changed in another way: his breasts had begun budding. There was no mistaking it.

It was a definite sign of *female* puberty, and he had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he realized that his mom was right. As much as he had been mad at her for telling him, he realized at that moment that she had done the right thing by warning him. If he woke up with budding breasts one day, without knowing what was going on, he would have gone nuts.

"My breasts are budding" he told his mom, but with more loathing and dread in his voice than excitement.

"Do you believe me now?" she said.

"Yes mom. But I hate this! I don't want to be a girl!"

"Jake, you're going to have to accept the facts. You are growing up to be an adult, and we can't always have things the way we like. You need to get used to the fact that you are becoming a young woman. Tomorrow I am going to the store to get you a training bra, and some proper female clothes."

"I'm not wearing a dress!" he protested.

"But won't you look foolish when you're a girl wearing boy's clothes? You're going to need to start changing your wardrobe very soon, so you need to learn how to wear girl's clothes. I won't make you wear them outside the house yet, and you can still pretend that you're a boy when you play with your friends. But in a few weeks when your breasts are bigger and you start looking pretty, will you still want to see them? Or will you want them to see you as a girl?"

"No" he said, sheepishly.

"Then you will need to listen to me. You need to learn how to act like a girl, because the new friends you make will think that you're a girl, just like them."

Jake began to cry.

"There, there" said Anne. "Girls are more emotional than boys. I know it is overwhelming to you, but think of your reward. You are going to have powers soon, beyond your imagination. You will be a pretty girl, but more powerful than any man could ever be."

Jake cried in her arms, until his eyes were red and bleary. He needed to go off and sleep. He felt tired now, and soothed from his mother's love.

* * *

 

It was quite a weekend for Jake. He got up on Saturday as usual, to play soccer with his team. He looked across to the next field where they girls were playing.

"I wonder if I'll be with them in a few weeks" he thought to himself.

Then after lunch he played football with his buddies. But when his mom picked him up, she made him go take a bath right away to clean up.

"I'm going to have you learn how to wear your new outfits" she said. "You have much to learn."

She put a floral scented oil into the bath water.

"Ew, that stinks!" protested Jake.

"You need to smell nice, like a girl" said Anne. She could not help but to noticed the additional grown on Jake's breast buds. The pace of change was far greater for witches than for normal humans. He did not have much time left, when they would recognize him as a boy. There were already subtle changes in his face that he had either missed, or ignored.

Jake came into his mother's room, wearing boxer shorts.

"Take those off. Those are *boy's* clothes" said Anne, with a particular sneer when she said "boy's", like they were something very bad.

Jake was naked in front of her, and felt ashamed, even if this was his mother. She handed him a pair of pretty pink panties, which he reluctantly put on. It made him feel yucky to wear them. That's what girls wore.

Next, she gave Jake a training bra, which he struggled to put on. She had to show him how to do it, and had him practice taking it on and off a dozen times until he could do it smoothly.

"You will need to wear one of these all the time, as soon as your breasts get a little bigger" she said. He didn't realize just how soon that would be.

Now Anne had Jake put on white tights, and a pretty dress that came down to almost his ankles.

"I feel so foolish" he said.

"You look so pretty" she replied, dotingly.

"I don't want to look pretty" he said.

"You will soon, when you're a girl" she replied, matter-of-factly.

Anne played with Jake's hair, which she had kept somewhat long on purpose. Because she knew what was coming for him, and having long hair would be a plus, when he was a girl.

"Now that you're dressed up like a girl, I will treat you like one. You need to act and behave like a girl, and do what mommy does. Do you understand, Caryn?"

"Who?"

"You heard me Caryn."

"But I'm Jake!" he protested.

"Not anymore. What kind of name is that for a pretty girl? No, your name is Caryn now."

"No!"

"Be a good girl for mommy, or you will be punished. Do you want me to punish you?"

Knowing now that his mom was really a witch, this was a frightening prospect. Jake had no choice but to play along, at least for now.

"So I ask you again, do you understand, Caryn?"

"Yes mother" he replied.

"Good. I'm glad that you've accepted your new name Caryn. You will find that being a girl is a wonderful experience! You will discover so many things. And you will like being a girl *so* much more than being a boy. I bet that after today, you won't want to go back to wearing your icky boy's clothes. I bet that after today, you will be so excited about being a girl that you'll wish your change would happen sooner."

Jake doubted that.

 

Anne made 'Caryn' dress up in many different outfits, one more frilly and pretty than the next. He ended up wearing a schoolgirl outfit, with a plaid skirt, and a dark blue sweater that covered a white blouse beneath. Only the cuffs and the collar were exposed, each of them lacy and frilly. Caryn even had to wear girl's shoes.

Now Anne taught Caryn how to put on makeup, then went to do Caryn's nails.

"Now Caryn, most little girls have to wait months and months to let their nails grow long. But we'll use a little shortcut."

Anne cast a spell, and Jake was amazed to see his fingernails become long, right before his eyes! He could feel them growing out, bit by bit.

Anne showed 'Caryn' how to shape them, and how to apply nail polish. Caryn had to try several times before 'she' got good enough at it. Now she had long, elegant fingernails, painted a pale pink color. Just like a girl.

Next, Anne did Caryn's hair up in French braids. She used a little magic (unbeknownst to Caryn) to lengthen the hair even more. Having the wild hair on his head tamed into cute braids showed off more of Jake's face. For the first time, he noticed the changes, like how his nose looked 'cute' now, or how his cheekbones had changed.

At that moment, he realized that he was pretty, and that very soon anyone looking on his face would only be able to come to one conclusion: they were looking at a girl.

Jake gulped. It really hit him that he was becoming a girl now. And that there was nothing he could do about it.

 

Anne showed 'Caryn' how to walk, and to move. They spent an hour practicing it. Jake was surprised to find out just how fast he picked up on it. Like these movements were natural for his body. That also drove home the fact that other changes must be going on within him, that he hadn't even noticed. If it was so easy for him to start walking and moving like a girl, then that must mean that he had changed inside more than he had ever imagined.

Both Anne and 'Caryn' were hungry, so they went downstairs for dinner. Afterwards, Anne made Caryn clear the table, and wash the dishes.

"But you said that those were chores for girls" said Jake, never having doing them before.

"Yes. And you are girl now, aren't you? So those are your chores now."

She said it as if he had already changed into a girl. She was treating him like he was a girl already. He longed to get out of the silly clothes she made him wear, and put on his own things. He wanted to be out playing ball with his friends, not doing 'girly' things with his mother.

But for the remainder of the evening, she made him learn how to sit like a girl, how to talk, how to put together an outfit, and many other things that he hated and despised. She made him put on jewelry and perfume. She made him say over and over that he was a girl, and that his name was Caryn now.

When it was bedtime, she even made him wear a girl's flannel nightgown, instead of just sleeping in his boxers as he liked to do.

"A girl always wears something to bed to cover herself up" said Anne.

Jake gritted his teeth. Tomorrow, he'd go back to being himself.

* * *

 

Jake had many more strange dreams that night, which was very disturbing. He dreamed that he was dressed as a girl in public, and that everyone was laughing at him, and pointing fingers at him.

In the morning, he woke up, and couldn't wait to get out of the stupid girl's clothes. He went to the bathroom, and took the nightgown off. He almost tore the panties, getting them off too. Then he stood up to take a pee.

But as Jake stood over the toilet and reached down to hold himself to aim, he noticed something: blood. He had blood oozing from somewhere between his legs.

"Mom!!!!" he screamed. Moments later, she came into the bathroom.

"Oh Caryn, your first period!" she said.

"In school they said it was years after puberty started that girls got their periods."

"Not for witches. We get our first ones right away. And for the males, it means that it is time for them to shed."

"Shed what?" he asked.

"Guess."

"This?" he said, pointing down.

"Exactly. Mine dropped off the same day as my first period started, but your grandmother said that hers came off even before. You can give it a good yank right now and lose it, or just let it come off on its own during the day."

"What about this blood?"

"You'll have to wear a maxipad in your panties."

"But I thought I was going to be able to wear my own clothes today!" protested Jake.

"You are sweetie. But your own clothes are girl's clothes now. You don't own any boy's clothes anymore. So you'll be wearing your own clothes when you put on your panties."

"No! I don't want to be a girl!" he said, crying again.

"Want has nothing to do with it. You need to accept the truth Caryn. You are a girl now, like it or not. Your male parts will fall off you at any moment, and the transformation will be complete. You need to accept it: you are a girl!"

"No! I'll never be a girl!"

"Oh Caryn, don't be difficult. Didn't you love being mommy's little girl all day yesterday?"
"No. I don't like being a girl. I don't like doing girly things. I don't like wearing dresses. I don't like being pretty."

"Well that's too bad, because that is your life from now on" said Anne in a harsher tone. If kind gentle love wasn't going to work on her child, then she would have to be tough and stern.

"You are a girl now, and your name is Caryn! Jake is gone. You are not a boy anymore, and you will never be a boy again. Do you understand me young woman?"

"No!"

"Go to your room. When that *thing* between your legs comes off, you may come downstairs to eat. *If* you act like a proper young lady, as I've taught you. If I so much as catch you acting like a boy in this house, you will be severely punished. Is that clear young lady?"

"Yes" muttered Jake. She might call him Caryn, but inside, he was really Jake. He wasn't going to let go of that, ever! He vowed it to himself.

* * *

 

It was lunchtime when Caryn came down the stairs. She was wearing a skirt, since her wardrobe didn't even include jeans yet. She looked very pretty in her face, and her boobs were visibly larger now, pushing out under her top.

"How's my little girl?" asked Anne, soothingly.

"Hungry" said Caryn, her voice considerably different now too. Since her male parts had been shed, her female side had rapidly taken over. Nobody would be able to tell that Caryn had ever been a boy.

Anne was pleased at how Caryn was acting. She seemed to have accepted her changes now. She even laughed and joked with Anne, and seemed to be in good spirits.

"Since you are being so good about it, we'll go shopping at the mall as a treat. You can get some jeans, like the other girls in school wear. And you need a purse, and a new book bag."

"Thanks mom" said Caryn, sounding enthusiastic.

 

But what Anne didn't realize, was that under the calm exterior, Jake was still roiling inside. He was trapped in a female body now, but he knew that he had better not protest anymore. He didn't want to incur his mother's wrath. He would never let her know just how he felt.

* * *

 

The next week, Caryn enrolled in school. Her mom took care of the arrangements. It was the same school that she had attended when she was 'Jake', in the same class with the same teacher. But it was a different world. Because now Jake was a girl. He had become Caryn, and she wore her plaid skirt and blue sweater to school the first day.

The other girls were immediately jealous, because she was the prettiest one in the whole class. She also had the biggest boobs, by far. They had only started budding, and here she was way ahead of them.

But she also had an effect on the boys, at least the ones with an early onset of puberty. They couldn't take their eyes off of her, and it made her feel very uncomfortable. Here she was, just getting used to actually being a girl, and now there were boys who were ogling her. They had been her friends just a few days before, who had played football with her. Now they looked at her, like she was a *girl*.

Caryn sighed. She had to fight off the feelings she had that made her want to cry. She had to be strong, so she could keep who she really was inside. But bit by bit, she knew that Jake was melting away, becoming feminine in the mind too.

For example, when one of the boys held the door open for her, she felt a strange surge within that she had never encountered. She felt special, because she was being treated like a lady. She smiled and thanked him, causing him to blush.

Her hands were shaking when she sat down. She had just felt *proud* to be woman, and had just felt a pang of attraction towards a male. That made her know deep down within that 'Jake' did not have long to last. He would be obliterated, as her feminine self fully formed.

Every night, she would repeat to herself certain things, so she would not forget them, even if she no longer identified with being Jake. Even if she had accepted her femininity now, she would not lose what she believed in.

 

But not every boy treated her nicely. Some teased her, and one even had the nerve to pull on her long hair. She turned around and slapped him.

"You hit like a girl" he shot back at her, his face smarting from the smack.

"That's because I am a girl" she replied, sticking out her tongue. She turned with a swish of skirts, then looked back over her shoulder at him, as if she was being flirtatious.

"In a few years, you'll understand...*boy*" she said.

 

Caryn was starting to become friends with several of the girls at school now. Female friendship was completely different from what she had expected. As a boy, Jake's friends were people to do activities with, like play ball. But as a girl, Caryn's friendships were based more on *communication*. Doing something was just an excuse to get together. Often, the planned activity fell by the wayside as the conversations took over.

She found that she loved the company of girls, and loved doing all of the things they did together. She had particular fun at a sleepover, where they made up each other's faces, and they pretended to be older.

"I'm so jealous of you" admitted Amy that night.

"Why?" asked Caryn.

"Well, you are so well *developed*. I feel so tall and gangly. I wish I was more like you. I wish I had boobs instead of a growth spurt."

"Don't worry, you'll fill out" said Caryn.

"I hope so" said Amy.

As they started to drift off to sleep, Caryn pictured Amy in her mind, then pictured her with budding breasts. It made her feel better somehow, like it connected her with Amy.

 

In the morning, Amy shook Caryn awake.

"Wake up Caryn! They're here! They're here!"

"Who's here?"

"These!" said Amy, pulling up her shirt.

Caryn gaped. Last night, Amy had been flat. But now, overnight, her breasts had started to grow! It was exactly what Amy had wanted so much, and it made Caryn feel so warm and tingly all over that she was there to see it.

 

When Caryn got home, she couldn't wait to tell her mother all of the details from the party that night. She went through all that they had done, but she saved the best for last.

"Amy's boobs came in last night" she announced.

"What do you mean?" asked Anne.

"She was complaining when we went to sleep, about how flat she was. But in the morning, they had budded. It was so wonderful to see. I felt warm all over, to see her so happy."

"Caryn, I have to ask you something. After you talked to Amy, did you focus your energy on her, picturing her with breasts?"

"Yes! How did you know?" she said, stunned that her mother could know her inner thoughts.

"My dear daughter, you've just discovered one of your powers: transmutation. It will be a while before you can do it every time, or on demand, but *you* were the reason that your friend has boobs now. They don't just pop up overnight on normal humans. *You* made it happen."

"But how?" said Caryn.

"If you focus all your inner energy on something or someone, then picture in your mind what you want them to be, you can cause that change. Someone powerful like your grandmother could turn a man into a toad if she wanted to. You and I are limited to just minor changes for now, until our powers fully bloom."

"I did that?"

"Yes dear. It was you. But needless to say, you need to be careful with your powers. Do not use them frivolously. And use them only for good."

"Yes mother, I will" she promised.

* * *

 

Two days later, at school, the little boy who had pulled Caryn's hair had another trick in store for her. As she walked down the hall, he ran up to her, pulled her skirt up, then ran into the crowd before she could do anything about it.

Caryn was seething. This boy had some nerve! If he was a girl, he would never do anything like that. Then she had an idea. What if he *was* a girl? If nature could be unfair and turn *her* into a girl when she didn't want to be one, then it would be only fitting if she could do that to a boy.

But it was too much for her now, with her limited powers, to be able to pull that off. But she suddenly knew her mission in life: turning bad men into women. She would learn all she could about how to control her powers, and soon she would be after men everywhere. She would be doing a good thing, so it wouldn't be against the rules. She rubbed her hands together in anticipation.

But now there was the problem of this boy. Caryn looked at him, sitting across the classroom. Somehow, she could tell that he was wearing briefs under his pants. She concentrated all of her energy on them, then pictured white lacy panties. She saw him squirm a bit, so she knew that it had worked.

Next hour was gym class, so this boy would be in for quite a surprise. Caryn knew how unmerciful little boys could be. When they all saw him undress, and saw him in panties....it was too good to think about.

That made her also try something: she pictured the boy wearing a training bra. She concentrated really hard, and she was pleased to see that materialization worked too! She could see a faint outline under the boy's shirt, telling her that he was wearing a bra now. This was so good.

But it was then that she realized how tired she was. She could barely keep her eyes open. So tired. It had drained so much from her, and she had never learned what it took to do magic. It took so much of her energy for these two little tricks, that soon she was asleep.

Caryn wound up in the principal's office, for falling asleep in class. She missed gym, and would have to wait to hear about what happened until the next day.

"I'm sorry sir" she said to the principal. "I stayed up late last night doing homework, and I guess I was too tired to pay attention to math. I'm just a girl, and math is hard."

"That's all right, this is your first week here, and it must be difficult. But don't let it happen again, or I will have to write you up."

"Thank you sir!" she said, wondering at how she could get away with that as a girl. When she was a boy, it would have been punishment for sure, and a note to his mother. Maybe being a girl wasn't all that bad...

* * *

 

"You weren't in gym. Did you hear about Ramon?" said Cathy, when Caryn went to her last class of the day."

"No, what happened?" ask Caryn, knowing full well what she would hear.

"All the boys are teasing him because he wore a bra and panties to school today! He said he didn't even know he was wearing them, but now everyone is teasing him that he's a girl."

"Oh, that's so funny! What a riot. I should have known that he was a perv" said Caryn.

"You've got that right. He'll never be able to show his face in this school again. Everyone will laugh at 'panty boy' if he ever dares to return.

Caryn was so happy. She had taught this boy a lesson he would never forget. He would never mess with a girl again.

* * *

 

Caryn's powers grew as she did, and by the end of the school year, she was excited at each new discovery. Her mother and grandmother were there to guide her on her journey, and to help her learn and control her increasing powers.

Anne was so proud that Caryn had accepted her femininity so well, and never realized what she had been up to. There had been several other small incidents at school where boys ended up being ridiculed for doing or wearing something feminine, but nobody thought to blame a witch. Caryn had been careful to only use her powers for rare cases.

But the last week of school, she felt that she had just cause to do something again. Her friend Cathy had been seeing a boy named Michael. But just as they were making plans for what they would do over the summer, he dumped her for another girl! It was so unfair to Cathy, and so mean of him. Caryn decided that he would be a target for revenge. The way that Cathy looked at him longingly, but he ignored her, as if she didn't exist. He didn't care about her at all, and had broken her heart.

 

Caryn thought for days about what to do. Finally, something came to her that would be perfect. She would show him exactly how it felt, to be ignored by the one you love, like he did to Cathy.

A love potion is not a hard thing for a witch to create, even a young one. And a little bit of planning can make it easy to get someone to take it. Caryn took a hair from the person that she wanted Michael to fall in love with, and used it in the potion. And when she slipped the potion into Michael's cup of soda in the cafeteria, he didn't even notice it as he drained the cup.

The look on Michael's face changed. He looked around him. Suddenly, he saw his best friend Dan. His heart pounded. Something stirred within him. He raced over to Dan, put his arms around him, and gave him a big kiss.

The cafeteria went into chaos. Dan glared at Michael, as if he had just been shot. He wiped his mouth off with his arm.

"What they hell are you doing? Are you crazy?"

"Oh Dan, please take me. I love you so much, how can you say that to me?" said Michael, his heart breaking.

"Don't ever talk to me again" said Dan. "In fact, don't ever come near me, or you're dead!"

It was exactly the reaction that Caryn had hoped for. Now Michael knew exactly how Cathy felt. He knew what it was like to love a guy, and to be rejected and ignored. It was sweet revenge. She had made him feel like a girl on the inside.

* * *

 

Caryn spent her entire summer at her grandmother's, trying to learn every last bit of magic she could. She had been able to do a few small individual feats, making boys wear girl's clothes, making boobs grow (although it was on a girl), and making a guy feel like a girl inside.

She would grow in strength, and as her magic increased, she would soon be able to put it all together. Her ultimate spell would combine all of her previous feats, but all at once. She wanted to be able to turn a boy into a girl.

For now, she needed patience. But in time, her moment would come. Then the guys had better be careful, because she would be there to make sure they behaved. If any of them stepped out of line, or did something to hurt a woman, then she would act.

She didn't know if it would be a year or ten, but she would get there. Then watch out! She would do her work, and there would be one less man on this earth, but one more woman instead, to take his place...

  

  

  

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