Changes

by Jennifer White

 

It isn't easy, being a witch. First of all, there is the shame that we feel from that name (although that is not what we call ourselves!). We feel shamed because we are so misunderstood. If I walked down the street and cast a spell in public, even in this more enlightened time, how do you think people would act?

No, it is something we must keep hidden, keeping the secrets of the inner magic to our covens. No, we don't worship evil powers, sell our souls, or any of that nonsense that was told about us hundreds of years ago. I do have cats, but they're not black (well, one of them is partly black, but she has a white belly and little 'socks' on her toes). We don't fly around on broomsticks either. Why would you fly somewhere (which could cause you to be seen), when you can just materialize there through magic. I guess 'teleport' might be the word you humans use for it.

We do many good deeds in the world, but of course we do not come right out and take credit for it. For example, do you remember when the dam burst on the river a few years back? Remember how against all odds, a mother and her children ended up safe in their car, while the river destroyed everything else? That was because one of us put a spell of protection on them. Or when the forest fire stopped just short of town? That was us again.

We need a better publicity agent! We get blamed for bad things, when all we do is good.

Well, mostly good. If you try to harm us, you will be punished. And you will not try to harm us again! Or if you do something so terrible that you need to be taught a lesson.

 

* * *

 

There was one man in town, Curt, who didn't know when to leave well enough alone. He abused his girlfriends, and it didn't stop when he got married. I saw his wife at the supermarket, and she was bruised all over. I tried to talk to her, but she didn't want to speak about it. But I could tell through my powers that it was Curt who had done that to her, and he had done it many times in the past.

I was very angry, so I went to the coven to ask permission to seek retribution.

 

"He did not harm us directly" said one skeptical witch.

"But it is an affront to women. He needs to learn!" I insisted.

"You tread on the edges of the law" said another one. "We need approval from a higher authority".

So I was sent to see the high council. I pled my case there, and had to wait three days for their judgment.

 

"We have decided that you are right to seek retribution on the man, but you must stay within the guidelines. You must not end his life, or transform him into an animal or object. The spell may be permanent at your discretion, but you should consider allowing him an out if he truly repents."

"Oh thank you sisters!" I said excitedly. I couldn't wait to go home, and begin the hard task I had ahead of me.

 

* * *

 

Contrary to popular images, a witch doesn't just wave a magic wand, and say a spell. Spells take time and preparation. It takes enormous energy and concentration to pull one off. Hey, if it was easy, then everyone would use magic.

So I spent the week I needed to get ready. I consulted several older sisters for advice. They were all helpful as usual, and soon I was ready.

 

I waited until midnight, and under the light of a full moon, the magic began. I put him under a spell which would make him learn his lesson. He would change his ways! I made it a slow spell, one which was not immediate. It would be a better lesson for him that way.

When I was done, I was exhausted! I needed some sleep, but I only allowed myself four hours. I wanted to be watching when it all began.

 

* * *

 

Another myth about witches is this crystal ball thing. Gypsies might use them (although I'm not sure about the true power of their magic. I've never met a real gypsy, so I can't say for sure!), but witches sure don't.

What I did to watch was to transform myself into a black bird. I flew over to the used car lot where he worked, landed on a telephone pole, and sat back to watch the fun. Even though I was a bird, I also had enough of my telekinetic powers, that I would be able to feel most of what was going on with him, and the people around him.

 

* * *

 

At 10:00, Curt staggered in. Hung over as usual, and over an hour late. The boss shook his head, but knew that he had no power to fire him. Curt's father was the richest man in town, and had been able to get himself elected as county sheriff. That is why nobody could do anything about curt. They couldn't arrest him for domestic abuse; his father ran the police, and was the one who donated most of the money to they judge's campaign funds.

Even Eddie, the owner of the used car lot knew that he was better off not firing lazy old Curt. If he did, the Sheriff would have a crew there every day, tearing up cars, trying to verify that they weren't stolen. And who would shop when there is always a sheriff's car with the flashers on, going through cars on the lot? No, he had to play ball to keep the old man happy.

He looked over at Curt, and spat on the ground with disgust. He hated the guy, but Curt was too well connected politically. Damn.

 

At first, it was pretty much a typical day for them, hanging around, drinking coffee. Not many customers early. At this point, he was changing in subtle ways, but nothing that he would notice yet, nor anything that an observer would notice, unless she knew what to look for. Like a slight change of posture. Or a small change in the eyes. Or in the heart.

Finally, customers started to trickle in. As usual, Curt ignored the ones that looked like they didn't have much money, and spent his time going after the women, and the ones who drove up in nice cars. He tried to 'cherry pick' the easy customers, or the pretty ones.

At the end of an hour, I could see visible changes to him. His tone of voice was also just a little bit higher and softer than normal, but nobody noticed this yet either. It was almost time for me to move in. You see, I decided that I didn't want the good part to happen when he went on one of his three hour lunches, or in the privacy of an office. No, I needed to make sure that it was very public.

So I flew off my perch, circled around to make sure that there was nobody who could see me, and transformed again. Not into myself, but into someone that Curt would really be interested in. A very hot woman.

I made myself into a six foot blonde, with a more than ample bosom. D cups in fact. I had great curves, long legs, and showed them off with a tight black leather miniskirt. I decided on the 'Brittany Spears' look, with a mostly bare midriff that showed off my belly button in the front (an innie of course), and the top of the tattoo on the small of my back. It would make a man just want to peal off the skirt, just to see what the whole tattoo looked like!

My long blond hair came down to just below my shoulder. It was soft, wavy and full. I had the most gorgeous deep blue eyes too, and with the right makeup, my face would be enough to make any man fall head over heels for me. Not to mention when he looked down and saw my boobies. I wore a strapless demi bra to give me lift, and wore a white top that really showed off my 'assets'. It gave a look like I was going bra-less, but of course with ones this big, you really need something to support them!

I had on black heels, which showed off my painted red toenails (which of course matched my long fingernails on my hand). I had on a few rings (to make it look like I had money too), a necklace (drawing even more attention to my cleavage), dangling ear rings, and a cute little kate spade purse to round out the ensemble.

I strutted out to the road, then over to the used car lot. I smiled as Curt came running to me, like a child rushing to the door at Halloween. He was almost drooling.

"Well hello there, gorgeous. What can I do for you today?"

Always a leading remark with him! I decided to play along.

"Well tiger, I'm in the market for a car, but I don't want to waste money on a new, young one. I want one that is broken in a bit, with some experience. One that can take a pounding, if you know what I mean."

"Well I might have something just like that for you" he said with an evil grin.

"Ooh, that would be great. Perhaps I can take it for a test drive today. I hope it has a stick."

"Oh yes it does. I think you'll like it, uh..."

"Melissa" I said.

"I think you'll like it Melissa. In fact, I know you will."

"That's wonderful" I said, eyeing him over. The changes were accelerating now, but he was too distracted with me to even notice.

"Let me go grab the keys. I'll take you out, for a spin" he said. As he trotted off into the office, I couldn't help but notice the swing to his hips, which were wider then his waist now. His posture was definitely womanly now, the way he carried himself, the way he moved his hands.

He came back to me, and handed me the keys.

"So Melissa, lets hit the road, and get out of here!" He giggled, like a little girl as I took they keys, and slid into the front seat of the Camero, as he held the door open for me. As he walked around to the passenger seat, I couldn't help but noticing that his little budding breasts were beginning to swell up enough that I could see them jiggle as he walked.

"I'm sorry, but I have to use the little girls room" I said. "Can you show me where it is?"

"Sure thing darling" he replied, as we got out of the car. I followed him, and I wondered if anyone noticed that his walk was almost the same as mine now. Soon enough, I got the answer.

"Curt, are you OK?" asked Eddie, giving him a strange glare.

"Of course I am, sugar" he said. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, you're walking awfully funny. And what's with your face?"

"Why what do you mean?" he asked.

"Come look here, stupid" said Eddie, pointing to the wall mirror.

Curt strutted over, and gasped when he saw himself.

"I....I...."

"Your face looks different. And...oh my god! Look at your shirt. Are you wearing a bra?"

"Of course not!" said Curt defensively, but now he saw his chest in the mirror, and there was no doubt. He had a swelling in his chest, which had to be either a bra stuffed with falsies, or even worse...real breasts!

He lifted his shirt up, and almost passed out when he saw that he in fact did have real breasts. He cupped his hands over them, and he swore that he could feel them growing, swelling, filling in.

"No!" he yelled, as I came out of the ladies room.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Nothing!" he shrieked.

"I think he's turning into a girl" chuckled Eddie, who found it hilarious.

"What do you mean he? What do you mean 'turning into a girl'?" I asked innocently. "I thought she *was* a girl when I got here."

"No! I'm a man!" insisted Curt.

"Then why do you have titties?" asked Eddie.

By now, there were about ten people gathered around. All the shoppers and all of the employees were gaping at him, as he changed more and more before their very eyes.

"No! Stop!" he yelled, looking into the air.

"Stop what?" I asked.

"I'm becoming a girl! Help me!" he said.

"Look babe, lets take that test drive and get you out of here."

I led him by the hand to the Camero, got him into the passenger's seat, and drove out of there.

"Where do you live darling?" I asked.

"Main street, on the corner of 5th."

"By the dress boutique?"

"Yes, there."

"Oh, I love shopping there, don't you?" I said.

He gave me a blank look.

"Look honey, I don't know what the matter is, but you're acting funny. I came to you, because I preferred to buy a car from a woman, not one of those sleazy men. You dress like a man, but you're a woman, aren't you?"

Curt began to cry. When we got to his house, I helped him get inside.

"This looks like a man's house. You really are a man?" I asked.

He nodded, but by now, you would never know that he was male. His hair had grown to be almost as long as mine. It was dark brown, and it fell around his face, which now had a soft feminine shape to it. Smooth skin, deep eyes, nicely waxed eyebrows, light makeup. Glancing down to his chest, I guessed that he now had C cups, and they were still filling in. He had a curve to his waist, and a nice little butt that most of us women would love to have! Of course, in my present form, I looked even more voluptuous than Curt's new body, but he was catching up to me.

"Hold on, I'll be right back" I said, as I headed out of the door, and to the boutique. I bought a yellow sundress, a cute little hat, and a bra & panty set. I hurried back upstairs.

"I bought you some better clothes honey. You're just falling out of those. Let me put these on you."

He was too dazed to argue. Although I shouldn't really say 'he' anymore, because by now, Curt was definitely a 'she'. I helped her strip down naked, and she gasped as she felt herself between her legs.

"Its gone..." she moaned.

I helped her into her feminine attire. When she looked into the mirror, she started to cry again, seeing how pretty she looked.

"What's the matter honey?" I asked, giving her a hug.

"I'm a girl!" she sobbed.

"There there" I said, "There there."

 

* * *

 

After her tears had dried, she washed up her face. It looked like her body had stopped changing by now, and she had fully become a woman.

"You're too pretty to have a name like 'Curt'. We need something better for you. How about...Courtney? Yes, that's your name now."

"Courtney" she said dryly, as if starting to become resigned to her fate.

I smiled. Courtney was completely overwhelmed by the turn of events. She would go through the next few days, and really learn what it meant to be a woman. She was so hot that she would get hit on by men, wherever she went. She'd find out what it felt like to be treated like Curt had treated other people. A very fitting revenge.

 

But there was one strange thing I hadn't counted on. As I stood there, looking at her touch herself, feeling her new mounds of flesh on her chest, her new smooth long legs, her curved hips, and even her crotch, I felt strangely turned on. I had never been turned on by a woman before, but for some reason, Courtney was getting me wet, just looking at her.

I walked over, and held her hand. She stood up, and drew herself close to me. We kissed. Then we kissed again, a deep loving kiss. Much better than any kiss I had ever had from any man. Almost before I knew it, we were on the couch, feeling each other up, making out!

I was so excited! I felt so wet! I wanted to run away, but instead I guided her hand down between my legs, and showed her how to start rubbing me in my special spot. That is when we started to take each other's clothes off. I was suckling her nipples and putting the tip of my finger on her clitoris. She was touching me in ways I had never been touched before.

Then she went down on me. Wow! I never came so many times before, or so easily! I had to catch my breath by the time she was done, and then I did it to her. We took turns at each other, and it was two hours later before we both collapsed of exhaustion in her bed.

 

* * *

 

I made sure I was gone when Courtney woke up in the morning. She would have to live for a week in her present form, then she would be given a chance. If she had done everythng properly, and had learned her lesson, she would revert back to Curt. If she had not, then she would be stuck as Courtney for the rest of her life.

I snuck out the back, walked down the alley, then across the street into the woods. Nobody could see me then, so I was ready to change back into my normal form. I'm miss my 'Melissa' body, but I was more comfortable being *me* again, just an average woman instead of some hot babe.

But when I tried to transform, nothing happened. I decided that I must be too tired, after all of the magic I did that day. I needed some time to rest and recuperate. So I walked home, and went to bed.

 

* * *

 

I slept for a full day, but when I tried, I still could not change back into myself! I tried another spell, but that didn't work either. I was worried. Nothing like this had ever happened before! What was wrong with my powers?

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. It was Irene, a ranking member on the high council.

"You must come appear before us" she said coldly.

"Pardon ma'am, but I cannot use my powers today. Perhaps I can come tomorrow?"

"You will come now!" she said, waving her hand. Instantly, we appeared in the meeting room of the high council. From the grim looks on their faces, I could tell there was trouble.

 

"You have overstepped your bounds" said Irene.

"What have I done?" I asked. I didn't do anything wrong.

"First, you made magic that was seen by too many people in public" she said.

"I was going to add a spell that those who saw him change would forget that time" I said.

"But you were distracted!" said Irene harshly. "You never did that spell, did you?"

"I guess not" I said, astounded that I had been so careless.

"Then you made your retribution target into the object of your desires!" she added.

"No, I only liked men. But somehow, she seduced me!" I hadn't meant for it to happen.

"She seduced you? I think it was the other way around!" said Irene angrily. "You had ample time to leave her. Yet you stayed, you held her hand, you kissed her, and you made love. You know it is against the rules to love someone you have transformed! For this, you must be punished."

"I made her sexy so that men would be all over her, like she was all over women. I didn't know that she'd be so sexy that *I* would be attracted too!"

"Enough. The council has spoken. You are to be punished."

 

I waited as the elder member pronounced her judgment on me. I was upset that they would punish me for this. Curt had learned her lesson (I hoped), and in fact, she now seemed happier as a woman than she had as a man. At least after we had sex. That opened the doors to her new soul, and she just squealed with delight at the thought of making love. I had freed her! Why was I being punished? That hardly seemed fair! But the high council is not something you want to argue with. I just hoped they didn't do something like turn me into a toad. I hated it when they did something like that. So I sat and waited.

 

"Because you do not like your present form, I sentence you to live in it for a period of one year. After one year, you may go back to your natural form, and regain your powers, if you grant enough good deeds during your time as Melissa."

I nodded my head. I had no choice in the matter. I must accept their judgments.

"What deeds must I do?" I asked, resigned to my fate.

"There are many lonely men and boys in the world who would feel so much better if they were able to be with someone who looked like you. Seek them out. Give them happiness. Then move on."

I was to make love to lonely men and boys?

"What about women?" I asked. After sex with Courtney, I didn't know if I *wanted* to go back to men.

"All right, I will amend the sentence to say 'lonely people', be they men or women. You will come to see us in one year, at which time we will evaluate your progress. Now be gone!"

 

* * *

 

I awoke in a strange apartment. This must be where I lived now. I got dressed in the sexiest clothes in my closet, and set out to find a lonely man.

Or better yet, a woman.

 

  

  

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