The Good Witch
by: Paul G Jutras

 

Larry loved books on magic and witches especially. He wished he really had magical powers so that he could get what he always wanted most... a female body. As he put down the latest book in a series of boys and girls going to school to learn to be proper witches and warlocks, he let out a sigh. He knew just what he wanted to be for Halloween.

As he went back to his book; however, there came a large banging. It was as if a kick was suddenly kicked opened and a gunshot like flash passed his eyes. Larry got up from his chair and pulled the banging shutters closed and locked them tightly while lighting flashed from the storm outside. As he returned to his book, he heard his mother’s footsteps moving about upstairs and several bangs. "Must be putting clothes away," he thought.

The next morning he dressed in a blue crew neck top; jeans, and white sneaker. Grabbing his wallet, he headed for the car. Soon Larry was at the mall’s new costume shop. He remember that just the day before the mall space was filled with used cars. That the costume shop only opened in the mall every October for four weeks only.

"Can I help you?" A man wearing a pointed hat and wizard robes smiled from behind a service counter. Larry had stopped dead in his tracks. He had read so many Spells R Us stories on the net he glance around for the name of the store He even remember a Spell R Us photo story about a woman who bought a donkey costume from the store. She sat on a box and slipped the costume on one piece at a time. Then the seams fused shut trapping her as a donkey forever. He quickly stepped out in the hall between mall stores, but the only words written were COSTUMES FOR SALE.

"I’m looking for a witches costume," Larry said timidly. He couldn’t help blushing.

"Ah, yes." The man said as he stepped from behind the counter. "Come this way."

The wizard took Larry to a rack of hats and picked up a grape pointed hair with golden frills and a night scene on it. "Merlin himself would be honored to wear such a hat."

"I didn’t say I wanted to be a witch." Larry said, glad he was the only one in the shop. "I said I wanted to be a witch."

"Oh," The wizard said as he stepped pass a rack of masks. Larry recognized one as Chucky from the Child Play movies and another being Michael Myers from the Halloween movies. He followed the wizard to some other hats, where he produced a large black pointed hat with a purple belt around it. "Is this what you’re looking for?"

"That’s it," Larry said looking at the pairs of Halloween pantyhose. There was red fishnet and a pair of orange with the images of bats and black cats on the legs. So many types it was hard for Larry to pick just one. "How about the dress?"

"This should do." The wizard said as he glanced at the I Dream of Jeanie costume on the wall and the balletina and harem outfits in the racks of costumes. "But I got something better than the hose you’re planning on choosing if you want to be a true witch."

"What’s that?" Larry asked as the wizard pulled a special can from behind the counter.

"Liquid hose." The wizard said. Spray it on and you’re instantly got ankle, knee-high, thigh high, pantyhose or a bodysuit."

"That’s stupid." Larry said. "You can’t spray real nylon onto your body."

"Tell you what I’ll do," The wizard said. "You buy the hat; boot, dress, wand and everything else you need, and I’ll throw in the spray for free."

Larry couldn’t pass on a deal like that. As he went past the Frankenstein monster and Xena costumes, he gathered the items he needed to complete the costume and purchased them. He then returned home to an empty house. Figured his mom was at one of those make up parties he always wish to attend.

"Let’s see how this works." Larry said as he looked at the can’s directions.

 

STEP ONE: GET UNDRESS COMPLETELY

STEP TWO: SPRAY A LIGHT COAT STARTING AT THE TOES AND HEADING UP

STEP THREE: GO TO BED AND WAKE UP THE BRAND NEW YOU.

THIS PRODUCT DOES NOT STING THE EYE IF YOU WISH A NEW FACE TO GO WITH YOUR NEW BODY.

 

"Here goes." Larry said as he sat on the edge of the bed and started at the toes and worked his way up. His foot took on an almost mesh appearance right way. When he sprayed his crotch, he penis wanted to go erect. An almost invisible cotton panel seemed to prevent it. He made sure to do ever inch of himself from head to toe before laying in bed.

As he laid their his body felt funny all over. Sort of like when you go away to a hotel and use one of those vibrating beds. It seemed to rock him to sleep. As he slept, his penis retracted into his crotch to form a vagina. His breasts swelled up to a pair of B cup globes and his hair extended down about a newly made and lovely face.

"Wake up, Lesley." Larry’s mother shook him away. He looked down passed his large chest in glee as he ran his hands over his shaven legs. Legs that felt like skin and not nylons. His toes were no longer fused together and he was easily able to finger his new sex.

"I’m.. I’m..." Larry stuttered.

"I real girl like you always wished, my sweet Lesley." Larry’s mother repeated the name so that Larry would understand that it was his now.

Seeing the clock, he jumped out of bed and started to reach for the panties he had bought and a bra. "I’m going to be late for the party. I can’t wait for them to get a load of the new me."

"That’s not going to happen." Larry’s mother said with a sigh. "You’ve missed the party. It was months ago."

"Months." Lesley said with girlish chuckle. "If I was in a coma for months wouldn’t I of woken in a hospital and not at home."

"You’re not in a coma," her mother replied. "Time just works differently on this side."

"This side?" Lesley said confused.

"A robber broke into our house the night before your party." Her mother explained. "In mist of robbing us, he took out a gun and killed you and then went upstairs and shot me. When you crossed over to the other side, St. Peter opened up that special store for you to get the body you dreamed about on earth and will have in Heaven for all eternity."

For a brief moment, Lesley and her mother stood in a house that had been unoccupied for months. Cobwebs and dusts had taken over the place. The with a little mind control of the reality of their own piece of Heaven, everything looked brand new. Lesley knew she could become any age she wanted and celebrate any holiday she wished. She could be six years old at Christmas and getting the presents she always wanted or a teenager going on her first date with a boy. With so many choices and things to do in the future with her new body, death was only the beginning of life for her.

 

THE END

 

 

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