Trust and Faith

by Jennifer White

   

It was just one day until Wayne's wedding. He was still hung over from his bachelor party the night before, but he was feeling better now that it was almost noon. He sighed. One last day of freedom, before he married Faith. She was everything that he had ever dreamed about; she was pretty, sexy, adventurous, smart, and sassy to boot. But he felt jealous of her too. He didn't want her to be with any man but himself.

She was getting together with a bunch of girls that afternoon to have her bachelorette party. And he worried about what she might do. He had heard stories of the girls at one of those parties getting pretty wild. He wanted to keep tabs on her. He couldn't let her do something like go dancing with another man, or worse. He decided that he needed to have a good way to spy on her.

Back when he was a boy, Wayne had heard stories about the witch that lived in the woods, just past the end of town. Some folks laughed about the stories, but many people insisted that they were true. Something was drawing him to those woods. He started walking towards them, and half an hour later, he was lost in the deepest densest part of the woods. Almost no daylight shone through the dense canopy of leaves.

But then his eyes saw the orange glint of fire. He turned towards it, and soon he happened upon a little cottage in the woods. There was a bonfire burning outside, with a large black cauldron hanging over it, suspended by three crossed wooden logs. It didn't surprise him to see a very old looking woman hobble out of the house, and greet him with a toothless smile.

"Hello, boy" she said.

"Um, hello" he replied. "I guess I've found the right place."

"You certainly have" cackled the woman. She smiled, and waved her hand.

Suddenly, right before his eyes, the old hag of a woman transformed into a dignified looking older woman, perhaps in her fifties. In fact, she looked pretty hot to him! He stared in amazement.

"That's better" she said, her voice now smooth and even. "I use my other guise to scare away little children. But I can see that you have come here on business. What is it you want?"

"How do you know I want something?" he said, somewhat taken aback.

"Nobody seeks me out unless they want something. I'm a very busy woman. Please stop wasting my time."

"Um, sorry" said Wayne. "You see, its my fiancee. We're going to get married tomorrow. But she's having a party with her friends, and I'm worried about what is going to go on. I wish there was a way for me to, you know, keep tabs on what they're doing."

"You mean spy on them" corrected the woman.

"Um, I guess you could say that. But if I just walk in there, she'll get mad that I'm not trusting her. I need some way to watch them, but without being caught. So I thought maybe I could buy a spell from you, to make me invisible."

"Come inside with me. I have just the thing" she said.

Wayne followed her into her little cottage. Everything was very clean and orderly. Not exactly what he expected to find. He watched as she went into the kitchen area, and returned with a vial of pink liquid.

"This is what you could call a 'magic potion'. If you drink this, you'll become invisible to them."

"Cool!" said Wayne.

He hesitated for a moment. witches had a reputation for pulling tricks on people. He wanted to be sure.

"And just how do I reverse the effects?" he asked.

"By taking the antidote" she replied.

"Can I see it?" he asked.

She nodded, and went off to fetch a blue vial. She placed it on the counter next to the pink one.

"I'll pay you all the money in my wallet for the potions" he said. "But I get to take both vials with me."

"That seems fair" she said, her face smiling at him in a way that made him uncomfortable. He suddenly wondered if it would even work. What if she was faking, just to get his money? He decided that he needed to ask one more condition.

"And I get to take the pink one now, so I can be sure it works."

"If that is your wish" she replied.

There. It was foolproof now. He'd be sure it worked, and she couldn't trick him by withholding the antidote. He took out all of the money in his wallet, and handed it over to the witch. She nodded, and pushed the vials of potion towards him on the table. He took the pink one in hand, and removed the cork. It smelled like strawberries. He smiled and raised it up to his lips, drinking it all down in one gulp.

Wayne walked over to the mirror on the wall to watch his image disappear. It would be so cool to be invisible! Thoughts of sneaking in to watch Faith dressing or showering filled his head. He smiled, and watched to see the results. He looked at his image, and at first he thought that something was wrong, he wasn't changing at all.

But then he felt hot all over, like he was breaking out in a sweat. His breathing became labored, as his heart pounded. The potion was kicking in now! He felt even more excited, and watched the mirror closely. He didn't look any more transparent than before. His face looked at touch younger though, and he was surprised to find that his clothes were fitting him poorly now.

It was with surprise that he realized he was getting shorter! His arms were becoming smaller too, as well as his legs. Now his pants were just hanging off of him, as was his shirt. Except up at the top, on his chest. There, right before his eyes, he could see something pushing the shirt out away from his body. Two firm mounds were forming there, shaped just like... breasts!

"No!" he said out loud in a voice that wasn't his own. It was too high in pitch, too soft and round. It was then that he realized his face wasn't becoming younger; it was becoming more feminine. He was becoming a girl! He could only look on in horror as the transformation completed. His face was pretty now, his hair long and flowing. He had curves with wide hips and a very narrow waist. His delicate hands reached down to touch the area between his legs. His sense of touch confirm what his sight already said: even down there, he was a girl now.

"You tricked me!" he shouted in an emotional sounding feminine voice. "You were supposed to make me invisible!"

"But my dear, I did. You wanted to walk into your fiancee's party, and nobody would see you. Now that is true. They won't see the man named Wayne. They'll see a pretty girl. You'll be invisible. You can walk among them, talk to them, and nobody will bat an eyelash. To them, you are invisible now. You've become one of them."

Wayne was so upset, and so overcome with emotions, that he didn't know how to react. He just stood there, passively.

"Lets get you out of those awful male clothes, and into something more suitable for a girl going to fancy party. Take everything off, now."

As she said the words, Wayne jumped to it. He removed all of his male clothes, and soon he was staring at the image of his new naked female body in the mirror. It looked so perfect, so soft and feminine. He couldn't take his eyes off his perfect firm young boobs, his neatly shaved rectangle of hair above his pussy, his long smooth legs, or his pretty face with the striking deep blue eyes. How could that pretty thing in the mirror be him?

The witch handed him a pair of black thong style panties. He put them on, and admired how they looked as he turned from side to side in the mirror. He didn't even flinch as she wrapped a strapless bra around his torso, and fastened it in the back. He took the pair of dark colored pantyhose from her, and slipped them onto his smooth legs. How good the control top felt wrapped around his thin tummy. How wonderful the nylon made his legs look.

Now the witch gave him a tight black party dress. It was strapless, with a very short, tight skirt. He tossed his mane of hair and admired how good he looked in it. Wordlessly, he stepped into the pair of black pumps that the witch laid out. She handed him a necklace, and he put it on, along with the earrings she gave him. She put rings on his fingers, and bracelets around his wrists. And he let her do it.

"Now for some final touches" she said, waving her hand. His long nails were suddenly colored in, a very dark red, almost plum. His lips turned the same color, as other makeup appeared on his face. He now looked like a very hot party girl, almost Goth looking with the dark makeup on his lips and eyes.

"Wait until they see you" said the witch. "They'll think you're such a sexy girl."

Wayne suddenly felt a panic. He couldn't go out in public like that! He couldn't let Faith see him looking like a sexy girl! He looked helplessly at the witch, not sure what he could do or say. It was hard to think with his head spinning so full of emotions.

"You think your fiancee is a weak flower, that she'll be tempted by some man, and run off with him. You're so sure that women are the weak ones. Well I have news for you my dear, it is men who are weak. With your puny male mind inside a powerful female body, you can't even handle it, can you? Your fragile male ego is being shattered as you see yourself looking so pretty in your dress. The boobs on your chest, the pussy between your legs, they make you feel so confused. Without your muscular male body, you're nothing. You're weak. You are passive. You will do anything I tell you."

"That's not true" said Wayne, his voice wavering. Even he wasn't sure of that.

"Yet you didn't even resist as I dressed you. The antidote is sitting right there on the table, and you couldn't even think of using it, even though you claim to be horrified at your new gender."

The antidote! Wayne needed it!

"You should have trusted your fiancee. Now you will learn the hardest lesson of all. You are so weak now my dear, that you will find that you can't resist anything I tell you."

Wayne glared at her, ready to tell her no, no matter what she ordered him to do next.

The witch picked up the bottle of the antidote, and removed the cork.

"If you take this, you'll revert back to your old male self. If you pour it out, you'll be stuck as a woman, forever."

She handed it to Wayne, who's hand was now trembling with excitement.

"Go to the sink, and pour it out" ordered the witch.

Wayne started to cry as he hurried to the sink, and turned the vial upside down to drain it. He didn't want to, but he had to. Obeying her was like breathing. You may try not to do it, but you have to. His eyes were wide. He had just poured out his only way back to being himself.

"Watch the last drops drain off" said the witch. "Feel how you are now trapped inside your new body forever. You will always have those lovely boobs now. You will always have a pussy. You are so weak and obedient that you will do anything I tell you. By your own hand, you just sealed your fate to live out your life as a woman. That's right dear. You're a woman now. Forever."

Wayne could only stand there, contemplating the fact that as a woman, he wouldn't be able to marry Faith. He would be stuck as a girl for the rest of his life! No!

The witch smiled, and opened up a door. From that door, a tall man emerged. He smiled as he stared at Wayne.

"This is Lamar" said the witch. "He is going to be your man now."

Lamar walked up, and put a hand on Wayne's face, feeling his soft skin.

"You belong to him now" said the witch. "He is your man, and you are his woman. You will obey him, as you do me."

"What's her name?" asked Lamar, not taking his eyes off Wayne."

"Whatever you want it to be" said the witch.

"I will call her Margaret" he replied. "You are my woman now, Margaret."

"I'm Margaret" whispered the girl who used to think of herself as Wayne. She was Margaret now, and she belong to Lamar.

"Yes, my lovely little flower" he said. "And today, you are going to give yourself to me forever. Go into my room, and put on your special dress. Its there waiting for you."

Margaret entered the room with the open door. There on a hanging rack was a billowy white wedding gown. It was all silk and lace, with a full skirt and a long train. Margaret's heart beat fast as she removed her black party dress, and hurried into the white gown. It felt so wonderful to be lost in a sea of white. How it flowed around her! It was every girl's dream to wear a dress like that on her wedding day, and her female body reacted as would any girl's. She twirled around to see herself in the marvelous wedding gown!

Margaret got into a car that Lamar had pulled up outside the cottage. He drove towards the local wedding chapel, as the witch sat beside her in the back.

"It would be so unfair for your friend Faith to be stranded at the alter tomorrow" said the witch. "So I've done something kind for her. Even as we speak, she is falling in love with a young man she met at her party. They too are on their way to the chapel."

She guided Margaret out of the car, up the steps, and inside. Before she knew what was going on, the ceremony began. Margaret's head was spinning. She didn't even really think as the words "I do" came out of her mouth. It was so automatic. She turned her head in a panic, as Lamar said his vows too. And before she could do anything, he was kissing her deeply. Her body melted at his touch.

"I belong to you now" she said, more a statement of realization than anything.

Margaret turned to walk back down the aisle with Lamar, her new man. As the reached the doorway to leave the chapel, Margaret caught sight of a familiar face. Faith. She was kissing another man. The one she was about to marry. And Margaret could do nothing about it. Here was her girl, about to marry another man, even as she had been transformed into a woman herself!

At that moment, he felt so weak, so lost. Something inside her snapped, and she surrendered completely to her femininity. She no longer struggled, trying to feel like a man. She was a woman now, in every way. And with her newfound self, something wonderful happened: she realized that she wasn't some weak man to be pushed around. She was a woman. A powerful woman.

She didn't need to obey her man! He would learn in time to obey her. She squeezed Lamar's hand. He thought he had just married an obedient docile little thing. Soon, he would learn who was really in charge. Margaret realized that in order to break him, she was going to have to work on turning him into a woman. He would never know what hit him.

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Back at her cottage, the witch smiled at the good she had done for the day. An untrusting, weak-minded young man had become a self-confident, powerful woman. Another man who wanted to dominate a girl was himself learning that women were the powerful ones. Soon, Margaret would start to feminize him, teaching him that it is men who are weak. And the innocent Faith was happy now, with a much better man, one who was deserving of a woman like her.

Thanks to her magic, the world was now a better place.

The End

  

  

  

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