The Newest Witch

by Diana Celeste

 

I had been searching the web for months, trying every search engine I could and all possible combinations of words, to find something on complete and total sexual transformations. I became interested in this shortly after I read my first story at a site that I found whilst surfing the net, a place called FictionMania.

Once I got hooked on that first story, I read all that I could find. When I exhausted the story list on that site, I checked the links and visited Crystal's Story Site, Beverly's Balcony, The Big Closet, Sapphire's site and many, many more. The more I read, the more I realized that I wanted to find a way to actually live my life as a female, and believing the old tale that in every story there is a bit of truth, I began to check out every possibility that the stories presented.

Before I go any further with my story, I should tell you a little about my old self and why I wanted...needed to find a way to change. My name was Howard Danser, and I was a fairly rich man. I had inherited a small sum when my parents died, and took that and started a software company that increased my fortune immensely. I was single and, if you can believe it in this day and age, quite shy. I was twenty-five years old, six foot five, and weighed two hundred and fifty pounds. My hair was brown and my eyes a light hazel color. Despite my size and weight, I wasn't muscular as I have never played sports, or even wanted to. As for working out, well, I'd always been more interested in working on a computer than lifting heavy weights.

Now, as to why I wanted to change. The idea came to me when I read the first story, but I have to admit that I'd always wondered what it would be like to be a sexy and petite woman. Would I be able to wrap men around my little finger as I had seen women do? Could I find someone to show me all the pleasures that women experience when making love with their boyfriends, husbands and lovers? What would it be like to relate to women as a woman? Would I be attracted to another woman? So many questions I had pondered but never seriously, at least until now. I was so tired of being taller than the people that worked for me. So tired of the weight I carried around every day, not just the physical weight of my body, but the weight of all the people that depended on me to keep the company running and profitable. I had to find a way to change my life, and after finding FictionMania I thought I had finally found a way.

I started to explore every idea that was mentioned in all the stories. Since I wanted a total change, one that would even allow me to get pregnant, I went first to the idea of DNA transformations. This seemed the most promising of all the ideas, and I did find some small pieces of info that I thought would lead me to my goal. However, as I dug deeper, I started to run into obstacles. I managed to work around these, and finally found myself knocking on the door of a site that was so heavily protected that I knew it just had to be some government site. After I had managed to bypass the third layer of protection, I found I was right when my program warned me that a trace had just begun on my hacking. I immediately shut down and so they didn't find me, but it was a close one. With this avenue now blocked off, I went to the next item on my list, surgery.

Searching out doctors and their treatments for Transsexuals provided me with reams and reams of details of what was required for a transgendered person to undergo transformation surgery. The most daunting of these treatments was not the surgery, per se, but the two year, real life test that everyone had to undergo before being approved for the surgery. I found that there were so many improvements in the surgery itself, and yet there was still no way, at present, for a ‘new woman' to have a child or for the doctors to shorten my 6'5" frame into the more petite body I wanted. Strike two.

Third on my list was technology. I knew that some universities were doing research into nanobot technology, so I started to look for a program of this type in which perhaps my money could help me gain a foothold. I found four universities that were doing micro-micro technology, but when I approached the administrations of these sites, I found myself again locked out. Drug companies were subsidizing two of the four. One was tied into a deal with the AMA, and the last? Need you ask? It was the government again. I had to watch what I did now, as that's twice I've crossed paths with Uncle Sam. If they should put two and two together, I might be in serious trouble.

Aliens weren't even an option now, as I knew that with Area 51 a Top, Top-Secret government open secret that I didn't need any Men In Black showing up on my doorstep. With that realization, it left me with just one option left, magic!

I tried searching out any items related to the Medallion of Zulo, The Ring of Change, The Wishing Coin, Magic Lamps, Spells R Us, even Bikini Beach. Zip, Nada, Zilch!!! So, these were just what they appeared to be, stories. Did that mean there was no such thing as magic? I didn't think so, otherwise, why did the Catholic Church do exorcisms? There must be a grain of truth in magic. I continued to search.

Being rich has its upsides, sometimes. I found books and manuscripts that purported to be spell books. Some even had bindings that I had tested and found to be made of human skin that were hundreds of years old. Some were in Latin, some in Greek, still others in Old English. I had to write a program that would translate the works that I couldn't read outright. All of the books said one thing about changing a person's sex. A witch/sorceress could change into a man, but a warlock/wizard could not change into a woman. Something about nature allowing things to be added but not taken away. What to do now? Should I give up? Should I...I had an idea.

I sat at my computer and started to compose a message that I was going to post on every site that I had visited regarding transformations. The worst that could happen would be that I wouldn't hear anything at all, but the positive would be if there just might be a solution to my problem out there. Here's what I posted:

Transformation Wanted

I am a male who wishes to become a female. I do not want surgery, as this is not a complete transformation; by that, I mean that I will never be able to bear children. The transformation I wish must be a complete one that will include this option. I will consider any or all submissions that promise to deliver this change. Anyone interested in taking up this challenge must be sincere and able to prove that such a change is possible. The person or persons that can accomplish this feat can name their own price, as I am rich enough to provide whatever you wish. To present your proposals, reply to this message at the site where you read this. I will contact the person/persons that present the most feasible proposals. Thank you very much for your interest.

I sent this message to all the sites by bouncing it one hundred times before it reached each destination so that should the government be smart enough to put two and two and one together, they wouldn't find me. I then sat back and waited.

During the first two weeks that the message was posted, I did get responses, lots of responses. Most were from dominant men and women offering to ‘feminize me' and make me their slave girl. All of these went into the trash right away. I got two from doctors that said they were ‘experimenting' with transplanting ovaries and such but could not guarantee results. Trash again. It wasn't until the third week that I got the result I was looking for.

I was working late one night in my office. I had just finished putting together a segment of the new word processing program I was writing and had saved it when the power went out. Thank God I had managed to save that portion of the program. I started to get up when my screen came back on, no lights, just my computer screen. I sat back down and stared at the screen as words formed on it. I read as fast as the message came on the screen.

I am the one you seek. I have the answer to all of your problems, but what do you offer in return? You say you are rich and I know this to be true. You say you will give me whatever I want, this is true also. My question to you is, do you know exactly what you will be giving up? Do you care? Not only can I give you the body that you want; I can give you eternal youth and beauty, as well. This gift comes with a price of more than you already offer. Will you pay it? If you are sure that you want this gift, then all you have to do is hit ‘y'. I will answer any and all questions only after I have your answer. Decide now.

What was there to decide? I pressed the ‘y' key, and found myself standing in the cottage of a beautiful redheaded woman of around twenty-five or six. Her green eyes and smiling red lips looked me up and down. I did the same to her, as her body was showcased in a tight white bodysuit made of satin. It hugged every curve of her body. At the time, I guessed her to be about 36C-23-35 (I later found I was right), and about 5'6" tall, although her three-inch heels made her look taller. I could not seem to take my eyes off of her until she spoke.

"Do you like what you see, ‘Howard'?" she asked me. "I am not what you think of when you think of a witch, am I?" She ran her hands down her body and took a few steps toward me, and I watched the sensual way she moved. Could she really be the answer to my prayers?

"No," I answered, "you're not how I pictured a witch at all. You...you're beautiful."

"Why, thank you, Howard. I'm so glad you like what you see, because it's about to be your new home. I'm sure it will give you the same pleasure that it has me ‘lo these many hundreds of years," she said. I started to speak, but she held up a hand and stopped me.

"Let me explain, dear one," she said, as she motioned me to sit down. "I know that you've done your homework about magic. Even so, I know you hoped that all those books you studied were wrong and that a transformation was still a possibility. Well, you will be transformed, but not the way you think. The books were right in that the nature of magic does not allow parts to be taken from a body, such as your penis. Oh, I could give you breasts and internal organs, but what good would that do, as I couldn't take away your height nor give you a vagina? On the other hand, I could make someone a male with all the necessary fixtures, but I can't do it to myself. I've tired of being female, and so I thought that perhaps a switch would be the best way to combine what we both want. Now, before I make the switch, I have to explain just what it is you'll give up, and also be gaining, as well."

She watched me appraising her body and smiling as she continued. "First and foremost, you'll be giving up your body. I see by the smile on your face that you are looking forward to that exchange. Second, you'll be giving up all that you own. You will, in effect, become me and will only own what I possess, which is this home, a car, my wardrobe, and a small bookstore that I own in town. You will also inherit my boyfriend, actually my fiancé, and, now this is important, my powers. Yes," she said, "that's what I said. Part of the spell that allows me to switch bodies with you requires me to give up my powers and my longevity. I will age and die in your body, and that's something I look forward to. I was once like you and wanted to be a woman and be eternally beautiful and youthful. I, too, wanted to know what it was like to make love to a man and give birth to children. Over the years, though, I have buried too many of those I loved and none of my magic could prevent it. I long to join them, but part of the spell that changes us forbids any thoughts of suicide, and the only way out is to find one that will switch with us, willingly. You are my dream come true, but I have to ask one last time. IS THIS WHAT YOU TRULY WANT?"

I stood and walked over to her, and put my large hands on her small and shapely shoulders and simply said, "YES!"

She looked up into my eyes, and then it was me looking up into my eyes. I was now in her body, and she in mine. It was strange looking at the giant I had been, and yet the feeling of power surging through my body was stronger than any I had ever felt when I was male. I stood on tiptoe and put my arms around my former neck, then kissed my old body's lips with such passion that I felt the lower regions of Howard's body getting hard, while I on the other hand was feeling so empty and wet. She...he picked me up and carried me to a bedroom, my bedroom. He slowly undressed me, and as he did he said, "This, too, is a part of the spell. Not that I don't find you attractive, I do, how could I not, but our two bodies must experience each other for the spell to be sealed." That said, he waited until I undressed him, and for the rest of the night, we made such love that I wouldn't have cared if the world had ended. I was a woman and he was a man, and what a man he was.

I awoke to the sun shining in my eyes, and reached over to caress my lover's body, but he was already up and getting dressed. I felt hurt, but knew it had to be this way, so I got out of bed and padded my sexy, naked, new body over to the man I had been.

"I'll never see you again, will I?" I asked.

"That's also part of the spell. Once I leave here, I will forget all about you, but you will remember who you were as well as all that I knew of magic. Why it is this way even I don't understand. You will find that there will be lots of things that you don't understand, as well. This I do know, the information kept from us is done so for a reason. Before I go," Howard said, "the last thing you should know about your new powers is that you may never use them on yourself as I've already told you, and can only use them to help others. Contrary to what most people think, witches can never do harm to any, and must do all that they can to help people and the world as well. How else do you think that mankind has not destroyed itself in all the ways that he has found to end humanity? Now, sweet Danielle, it is time I left you to your new life and your new love. I hope he gives you all the strong healthy babies you want." He bent down, lifted my chin and gave me one last kiss, and then he was gone.

In a way, I was sorry to see him go, as he was a fantastic lover; perhaps now that body would find the woman it was meant for. As for me, I knew I had what I wanted, and then some. I don't think I'll ever tire of this body, but time will tell on that score. Right then I had to get ready to open my store, and I have a date tonight with my future husband. Maybe we can get a head start on our family right after dinner. I know I'm ready, and I don't think I'll have much of a problem convincing Jimmy. I can wrap him around my little finger, just as I can any male with a pulse. Don't believe me? Look me up, and see for yourself.

The End.

 

 

 

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