Trespass

by Jennifer White

 

So, you want to know about us witches. Actually, I don't like that term at all. Too many ugly implications! But that's the label were stuck with, so I guess I have to continue using it. There are just too many things that you mortals don't understand about us. Sit back, and let me explain a few things to you. Would you like some herbal tea? Here, have a sip.

Okay, first of all, the thing about looks. I laugh when I go into a store before Halloween, and see pictures of witches. We're always depicted as being old, ugly, with big noses and warts. Now tell me, if a woman has unspeakable powers, and doesn't age, why would she want to look like that? You see me? I'm a pretty blonde, perfect soft smooth skin, curves in all the right places, and you can stop staring at my boobs!

Nowadays, too many of you get your image of a witch from The Wizard of Oz. Oh, we love that film! When our coven meets at Agnes's place, we watch it on DVD and laugh out loud. You can't tell if a witch is good or bad by skin color. And I have yet to meet one of us with green skin! Wicked witch of the west my foot! Plus, ruby slippers and striped socks don't go with a black dress. I wouldn't be caught dead in that outfit.

Oh and by the way, we also get a good chuckle out of the flying monkeys. Now tell me, what kind of woman would want a house full of flying monkeys? Its bad enough with the hair from my cats getting all over everything, but with flying monkeys too, I wouldn't have time for anything but housework! Who would clean up after them! Not me, that's for sure!

And then there's that Glinda, the good witch. If I had to dress up that prissy and hang around with munchkins, I think I'd shoot myself. She looks more like the fairy queen than a witch I tell you. Now those fairies, they *do* dress up like that. Never could stand them, and their little "more feminine than thou" attitudes. Even the males! My cats keep them out of my house. And now you also know why witches always have cats around the house!

 

Lets see now, you mortals are always asking about the broom thing. Let me explain that one. No, we don't need a broom to fly. If it was the broom that flew, then any ordinary person could grab one and go. But what would happen if I flew right up in the air? You'd get a look up my dress! No way on that one! We may be witches, but we are women first. And other than that trashy Hildagard, I can't think of any of us who want people getting a look up our skirts. She's an exhibitionist, you know. Its going to get her into trouble one day, mark my words.

So anyway, if you sit on a broom, that gives you some protection. In the old days, the great council made us sit 'sidesaddle' style, like women had to ride horses at the time. They thought a broomstick between the legs was too suggestive. But now in these modern days, we can ride however we like. I prefer sidesaddle style, because its more comfortable for me. But every woman is different. My friend Nina came to the last coven riding on a vacuum cleaner as a joke. We got a hoot out of that one!

And what else now? Oh yeah. The next thing you mortals always want to ask is "what's up with that turning people into frogs thing?". Well, frogs became all the rage after my cousin Gretchen came up with the idea. The storybook never tells you why she changed him though, does it? You see, the prince declared that he would have all the woods chopped down, to make way for a new village that he was going to name after himself. He was going to put in a blacksmith, a farm market, housing, and all that. See, they had developers way back before the middle ages even. But anyway, the land all belonged to Gretchen. But he just 'declared' that it was property of the royal family now, and he was about to send out for woodsmen to start clear cutting.

So Gretchen decided she had to stop him. She turned him into a frog, so he could live in the swamp he was about to drain. Then she sent word out that he could be changed back if he was kissed by a princess. She always had a soft spot for romance, so she gave him a way out. Once he was turned back, he was too busy keeping the princess happy, to worry about the woods, so Gretchen got to live in peace.

But ever since then, we decided in the great council, that turning people into something was a good way to deter them, but that way we wouldn't be killing them, or breaking our oath. Plus, you don't want to cast evil spells anyway. If you do harm to someone unjustly, your spell always comes back to bite you in the ass. I've seen it way too many times. That's why we're always careful not to just go about casting spells without care and forethought.

 

Whew, that's a lot of ground to cover. I hope you're keeping up with it. Now I need to get serious here. I have to tell you about a special plant called a Moonrose, which I put into my garden. For one of my spells, I need the petals of the flower. The only problem is that Moonrose only blooms by the full moon, and it only does it once every ten years. And you can never find it online. You have to grow it yourself. I have been waiting all this time, and on the next full moon, it was due to bloom.

But you see, when you trespassed onto my land, you came through my garden. It might just look like a bunch of weeds to you, but they were all carefully selected and put into just the right spot. And you, dear boy, stepped right on my one and only Moonrose plant that was going to bloom this year! Ten years of work, tending, weeding, and keeping rabbits away, down the drain.

And so, you need to be taught a lesson, but don't worry, I'm not going to turn you into a frog. You need to understand plants better, and learn to love flowers more. You males are too insensitive when it comes to pretty flowers. But women aren't. So I am going to turn you into a woman.

You haven't noticed, but it has started already. Maybe you can feel the slight tingle between your legs. That isn't the feeling of you getting aroused; it is the feeling of your genitals changing. Now, they look like those of a man. But bit by bit, they are transforming. Soon, you will be a woman.

Now look at my large beautiful breasts again. See how full and firm they are? See how they fill out my bra? Your chest will look like this soon. Your nipples are getting larger already. Your chest is starting to swell. Very soon, you will have large breasts, just like I do. Feel it as they get larger, larger, and larger.

You cannot move now. You cannot run away. You are getting smaller, shorter. Your hips are getting wider, you butt is getting rounder. You are forming curves, and becoming a beautiful female. Feel it as your face changes too. Your nose is getting smaller. Your chin is changing. You are becoming prettier by the moment. Look how your hair is becoming longer, golden and curly.

Yes my pretty. Look at you. You are almost a woman now. You have nothing between your legs anymore. It is all gone, I'm afraid. Now you have a pussy. Now you are a girl. Your breasts are so full and ripe now! Look how they make your shirt stick out! You need a bra honey. Here, let me help.

See how your clothes are changing now? Your undies are changing into silky white panties, with lace trim. Feel the bra forming on your chest, holding up your big boobs! Can you feel the straps digging into your shoulders, as they strain to hold up all the weight of your boobs?

Your pants are becoming a skirt now, and your shirt is changing into a blouse. Your shoes have heels now, and are just so cute an girly. You can't see it, but your face is covered with makeup now. You are so pretty, with the cherry red lipstick, the mascara, and all the little touches. Feel it as your brain changes, and you now know how to put on your own makeup. Feel the new thoughts enter your head, as you start to *like* being pretty and feminine. Yes, you are a woman now, and you *like* it.

You are so pretty, my sweet! You are such a girl now. All knowledge of being a male is gone from your head. You are completely transformed now. We are just two women sitting here now. You are one of *us*. You are female. And you will never go back.

Can you feel it growing inside you now? Your new *feminine* self? Your feelings, your desires, they are all changing, making you a total and complete woman. Your very soul is changing now, turning female. And there it is. Deep within the most inner part of yourself. Your new purpose in life; the thing you want more than anything else in the entire world. You will only feel fulfilled as a person, if you can satisfy your inner desire. You will only consider yourself a success in life, if you can satisfy this burning need you now feel: more than anything in the world, you want to have a baby.

That is your goal in life now as a woman. You want to have babies, raise them, nurture them, and watch them grow up. Only motherhood can bring you happiness and fulfillment. Your deepest inner feelings are now all completely changed, haven't they? Now you care for others in a way you never did before. You live in the same world, but somehow everything is different! Now you have feelings! Now you are free! Now you see everything through the eyes of a woman. You are a woman now. Now and for the rest of your life.

 

Oh and by the way, don't you just love pretty flowers now? Come with me. We'll go outside, pick some flowers, and put them in your hair. Who knows, we might even find a fairy who could grant you a wish. I know what your greatest desire in all the world is. You want to find your true love. Your prince charming. Come with me, my lovely little girl. Lets see if we can go help you find him.

  

  

  

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