Turbulence

by

Julie O

  

Part One

As I boarded the flight I was pleased to see that it was almost empty. I flew enough to know which flights to schedule and the 'red-eye' from Honolulu to San Diego was almost always empty on Friday evenings. This would allow me to get some much-needed sleep without listening to some tourists talk about their "dream vacation"! My seat was near the back of the plane and I hoped that I would be by myself. The rows around me were also empty, which suited me just fine! I'm not anti-social rather I am pro-sleep!

My name was Roger Lyons and I was a defense contractor troubleshooter. I worked for one of the electronic companies in San Diego, CA. When there was a problem installing some nice piece of electronic gear I was the one they called. This past year I had flown to Pearl Harbor six times to help get the bugs out of the latest missile guidance system for the Navy. Our company was testing a new system that would revolutionize the ability of our ships to engage aircraft at twice the present distance. I only wished that they had selected a ship in San Diego. It would have saved me a lot of travel time. I love Hawaii; it's just that I never see any of it, besides the hotel, Pearl Harbor and the airport!

I really loved my job, as every day was something new. I loved solving puzzles and problems. I was in my mid twenties; single and pulling down a pretty good salary. I was so lucky to get this job when I left the Navy after my first tour of duty. Even the traveling wasn't too bad.

I looked around the near empty plane and started to relax. Even if someone came on late they wouldn't put them next to me, as there were so many empty rows. The flight crew understood that most people on the flight just wanted to sleep. It made their job easier!

Then I saw her walk on. She was very pretty, although she was dressed a bit too cheap for my taste. She was 5-8, long curly red hair, lovely green eyes, very long thin legs and a shapely body. Her breasts were almost too big for her frame, but were full and round. At least she had the body for her outfit. She was wearing a very short skirt and a very low cut top and no bra! They looked liked they were painted on her body.

Don't get me wrong I found her very attractive, but I liked my women to dress classier. She was too pretty to look so slutty. Her hair was gorgeous. It wasn't bright orange red; rather it was a dark red that looked very mysterious. I estimated that she was in her late teens or early twenties. Not quite out of reach, as I was presently 27.

She came down the aisle and stopped two rows in front of me on the opposite side of the plane. I watched as she put her bag in the overhead. I could see that she was wearing a thong, as could anyone else looking at her. She smiled as me as she turned around to take her seat.

I chuckled to myself. I though of a friend back in the Navy who had tried to pick up a girl similar to her and then he found out she was only sixteen! This girl was definitely older than sixteen. But there was something about her that screamed that she was trouble.

 

I put her out of my mind as we took off. I checked my watch and was pleased that we were on time. We would be landing in San Diego in around 5-6 hours and I could enjoy what was left of the weekend. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. It was a very deep dreamless sleep.

When I awoke everything felt wrong. As I opened my eyes I immediately noticed that I was in a different seat. I was also completely paralyzed! I couldn't move a muscle or make a sound. I began to panic! Suddenly there was voice inside my head telling me to calm down.

I felt a hand on my face and it turned my head so I could see who was talking to me. I then came face to face with myself! I was looking at me, or at least my body sitting next to me! It was definitely me. I had to look up at my face as I was 6-2, and I saw my blue eyes, brown hair and my moustache. I was able to look down and I saw I was now in the body of the girl across the aisle.

I then heard the voice again telling me to calm down. The strange thing was that "he" never actually spoke. It was like "he" was talking directly into my mind.

 

"Now relax and I will tell you everything," 'he' said. The voice was still female even though it obviously was coming from my old body, "I have frozen you so you wouldn't make a scene. I can release you at a moment's notice. I want you to listen to what I am going to tell you."

I stared back at "him" and wondered if "he" could read my thoughts.

"Yes I can read your mind," 'he' said and smiled.

"What happened? Why did you do this to me?" I asked in a shocked tone.

"All in good time, Roger, or should I say, Iona? That is the name that goes with the body. You are now Iona Beddau. In case you are wondering, the name is Celtic with some Druid thrown in for good measure," 'he' explained.

I found if I concentrated I could draw up some of her memories, basic stuff like name, age etc.

"Good I can see that you are trying to find out some things about me. I've switched bodies so many times that I can instantly access the info. You've had a very interesting life. Don't worry you'll get the hang of it," 'he' explained.

I wasn't sure if I liked the fact that she had access to all my memories. I looked at 'him', "Why did you do this?" I asked. This mental telepathy took some getting used to.

"First off, don't worry, this isn't permanent or anything like that. I like to switch with people every now and then. It is a nice way to spice up my sex life," 'he' replied with a wicked smile on my face, correction make that on HER face. This was so confusing.

I then imagined what was going to happen.

"That's right, honey, we are going to have a wonderful weekend of sex and then I'll switch us back and be on my way. All you'll be left with is the memory of having sex as a woman," 'he' explained.

"How is this possible?" I thought. I also noticed a strange sensation building inside me. At the mention of sex I found myself becoming aroused. I could feel my nipples start to harden and I also felt myself getting wet between my legs.

"I am a sorceress. All the women in my family are blessed with powers. I like to use mine for my own pleasure. I suppose that I could do much more with my powers but I love sex, as you are starting to discover, I hyped up my own body's sexual urges before we switched bodies so you'll be nice and horny all weekend. There is no reason in making the switch if the other person won't play."

I thought that she was a very shallow, selfish person. She had these great powers and all she could think of was personal pleasure.

"My Aunt Kayla feels the same way that you do. I am on my way to San Diego to stay with her. She is supposed to help me mature and expand my powers and mind," she said in a disgusted tone. "It's going to be so boring, but I have to appease the elders in the clan."

The increased sexuality of my new body was becoming too much to ignore. I found it hard to focus on anything but sex.

"Good! I see that you are almost ready. Now do you promise to 'be me' the rest of this weekend?" she asked.

I thought about it. I really didn't have a choice. "Yes, I promise," I replied.

"Excellent! Besides who would believed you anyway? Everyone knows that you can't switch bodies!" she laughed.

I was so horny now and needed relief so badly. If I could have moved I would have immediately started playing with myself.

"My, you are a randy one! And to think, you thought I was slutty!" she said with a smile, "Now I am going back to the lavatory. I will release you and you will join me. You are about to become a member of the mile high club."

I watched as she got up and walked to the back of the plane. Within seconds, I found that I could move. I got up and walked back to the lavatory. I was aware of my new body as I walked back to join my enchanting lover. I could feel my breasts bounce and the sway of my hips as I moved to the very back of the plane. All I could think about was sex.

I opened the door and saw myself sitting on the john with pants down and with a full erection. Without hesitation I backed in and closed the door. I slipped off my thong and moved back. What was so amazing was that I seemed to know exactly what to do. I moved down and felt the cock, my cock, slide into my wet vagina. My mind was too clouded by passion to think about what was happening. I felt hands on my breast as I the cock slipped in and out. I found myself having to hold in moans of pleasure as I rode the cock up and down. The added fear of being caught seemed to intensify the excitement! The thought of being fucked by own body only made me hotter. I pulled up my top and began squeezing my nipples. I was so horny and I wanted to orgasm so badly! The sensation began to build up and we climaxed together. It took all my willpower to stop from screaming out in pleasure.

I should have been disgusted by what was happening, but I was too turned on to care. I felt my vagina being filled with shot after shot of cum. My own orgasm swept through my body with waves of pleasure. My whole body was tingling. I had never imagined that it could feel this way. I was used to orgasms being concentrated around my cock, now I was feeling my whole body as I climaxed.

We sat there together for a moment. I then heard her voice in my mind again.

"OK my dear, we need to clean up and go back to out seats. Don't worry about anyone interrupting you. I have taken care of that with a spell to ensure our privacy!" she laughed, "I didn't tell you because the fear of being caught only adds to the intensity of the sexual act!"

 

We shifted around and I watched as my possessed body got dressed and washed up. He then leaned over and kissed me long and deep. It felt wonderful!

After "he"' left I cleaned myself up a bit. I used some wet paper towels to wipe the cum, that was now dripping out of my vagina. I did this almost automatically, as if I had done it many times before. I also accepted, that for the moment Iona was Roger and I was now Iona.

I knew that I would have the look and aroma of someone who just had sex. I tried not to worry about what people might think. After all this really wasn't my body. I did my best to straighten myself up and walked out to rejoin "him". My now erect nipples were pressing through my thin cotton top. I felt my breasts bounce as I walked. I wished that she had worn a bra!

I sat down next to "him". I checked my watch; I was momentarily caught off guard by my thin dainty wrist and manicured nails.

I looked over at "him", "So what happens now?" I asked. It was strange hearing my new feminine voice. I was initially shocked by it.

"We'll go back to 'my place' for the weekend," replied 'Roger'. It was even stranger hearing my voice speak to me.

"I suppose that you know that we'll have to get a shuttle," I commented. My car was back at my apartment. I never leave it at the airport.

"I know everything my sweet Iona," he said. "Roger" leaned over and kissed me. I eagerly accepted her tongue as kissed deep and long. It felt strange kissing someone with a moustache!

We started in our descent into San Diego. I spent the time trying to access information from Iona's memories. I found that if I focused, I could find information. I was able to access that Iona was 21 and was born in upstate Maine. My mother's name was Fiona. My father had died when I was young. I thought what a wonderful gift this power could become. You could share information and help others instead of using it strictly for sexual pleasure. Although, I had to admit that the sex was incredible.

I decided to accept my fate and enjoy myself as much as possible over he the rest of the weekend. Besides my newfound knowledge about female sexuality could come in handy in the future.

 

I also discovered that the psychic link was no long active. I guessed that it must have been part of the spell that was used to freeze me. I was starting to feel slightly horny again as we came in for a landing.

We waited with the rest of the passengers for our luggage. I was surprised that I was able to recognize my suitcases without being told anything!

"The longer you are in the body, the easier it is to remember things," 'Roger' whispered to me. Maybe she could still read my mind?

I also felt the eyes of all those men on me. I could feel them lusting after me. I should have felt scared or ashamed or even nervous, but all I felt was horny.

"Is there anyway that you can 'lower the volume' on my sexual urges? I whispered to him. I was afraid that I wouldn't make it to my apartment.

"Feeling too hot?" 'He' said with a smile, "OK just until we get to the apartment and then it goes back up, as I like my lovers to be extra horny!" 'Roger' touched me on my forehead. I felt a slight shock.

I felt my sexual urges drop down a bit. I was still horny, but it was controllable.

We walked over to catch a cab back to my apartment. I only lived ten minutes away. My apartment was near Balboa Park so we didn't even need to get on the freeways. It was still early and there was still some ground fog. The cabbie headed out of the parking lot and towards downtown.

We both sat in the back of the cab. I was sitting on the passenger side. Much to my embarrassment, he began to kiss me again. The cabbie kept looking in his mirror at us. He seemed to enjoy the show. There was almost no traffic as we headed towards my apartment. We stopped at a red-light and I felt his hand slip between my legs. Roger's fingers began to rub against my panties. I offered no resistance as it felt too good.

My memories of what happened next are as vivid today as the moment they happened. I can close my eyes and play back what happened in slow motion.

The light changed to green and we started through the intersection, there was a screeching of brakes as a car that was running the red came right at the driver's side of the cab. I could see the car coming right at us and I screamed. I remembered seeing "Roger" move to protect me. Then there was the crash of metal, the breaking of glass, the sensation of being thrown against the passenger side of the car, then the pain, intense and strong pain sweeping through my body and then silence as I mercifully drifted into darkness.

 

Part Two

When I woke up I was in total confusion and intense pain. I was obviously in a hospital bed. I had all sorts of wires attached to me and I had an IV in my arm. My body hurt all over. I also knew that I was still in Iona's body.

I looked around the best I could and saw the call button near my left hand. I pressed the button and a nurse quickly appeared.

"Thank goodness you are finally awake!" she smiled. She then picked up a phone and called for a doctor.

"How long have I been here?" I asked in a weak voice.

"Two days," answered the nurse.

Two days! I was obviously hurt, but how bad? And what about "Roger?"

The doctor came in and picked up my chart, "Do you know where you are Miss Beddau?" he asked.

"I'm in a hospital. What happened?" I asked. It was strange answering to that name. My mind was awash in thoughts. I was afraid of being found out. I also wondered what happened the real Iona who was in my body.

"You were in a very serious car crash. Can you tell me your first name?" he asked.

"It's Iona," I answered. I tried to focus and access Iona's memories.

He asked me a few more questions. They were all simple questions that I should have known immediately, if I had been the real Iona. The problem was that I couldn't access the memories quick enough.

"You are apparently suffering from some memory loss. But I wouldn't worry too much. It is very common in with a head injury. At least you are doing better than when you arrived. You couldn't even remember your name. You kept saying your name was Roger," said the doctor, with a smile.

"How bad am I hurt?" I asked. My left leg was very sore and the side of my head felt like had been hit by a baseball bat.

"You suffered a fractured skull but it isn't too serious, a concussion, several broken ribs, and most seriously your left leg is broken in several places. In fact, if it had been any worse we would have had to amputate it. You were in surgery for several hours. We had to insert several steel rods in it, but I think you'll gain full use of it, but it will take time. Thankfully, you didn't have any internal injuries. It's a miracle considering the severity of the accident," he answered.

"What about Roger and the cab driver?" I asked. I was suddenly filled with a feeling of pure dread.

He hesitated for a second and I instantly knew the answer, "I'm sorry, but they both died. The cab driver was killed instantly. Mr. Lyons probably saved your life by shielding you from the worst of it. We tried to save him, but his injuries were just too severe," he answered softly, "Were you close to Mr. Lyons?

I nodded and I immediately began to cry. His words cut into me like a knife! I found that my emotional state was much looser now. It would have been impossible to hold them in and I made no attempt to do so. I cried because two people had died, I cried because of the pain, I cried because of the pain this would cause my family, and I cried because I was now trapped in a stranger's body. I began to feel a sense of panic sweep through me.

The doctor motioned to the nurse and she gave me sedative through the IV and I fell asleep. I drifted in and out of sleep over the next day.

I woke up and saw a woman sitting in my room talking to a nurse. She seemed strangely familiar, it slowly came to me that she was Aunt Kayla. The hospital must have contacted her.

"So my dear, you are finally awake?" she asked in a pleasant voice.

"I feel a bit better Aunt Kayla," I answered. Iona was right the memories were easier to access. I hoped that I sounded natural, "Thank you for asking. It is good to see that you are here."

"If you need anything just ring the call button," said the nurse. She then walked out of the room.

Aunt Kayla closed the door and walked over to my bedside, "Well you're obviously not Iona," she smiled, "You're far too polite!"

"No, I'm not Iona. I am so sorry," I cried. I was about to explain what happened when she put her finger to her lips.

"I know what happened, my dear. That silly selfish girl is to blame. I warned her that she needed to be more careful with her powers. That was the point of her coming here!" she lamented

There was silence. I could tell that she was angry at Iona and at the same time mourning her death.

"Well, that is now water under the bridge. Now, what do we do with you?" she asked. She had a very pleasant demeanor. I instantly liked her. Like Iona, she had beautiful red hair. I guessed it ran in the family, my family now, "So tell me about yourself."

I told her about my life as Roger and my life in San Diego. I felt better as I talked to her. She shared my concern for my family.

"It could have been worse. I am glad that you were not married. That would make your adjustment much more difficult," she explained.

"So what happens now?" I asked.

"Well, you will spend the rest of your life as Iona Beddau. You'll probably have to make do without the family powers but I think you'll manage," she stated.

I sat there and let it sink in that I was now a 21-year-old woman. I felt my eyes starting to tear up. Aunt Kayla took my hand and I instantly felt comforted. I knew that I could trust her.

"What does Iona, I mean what do I do for a living?" I asked.

"I hate to break this to you, but she didn't do much besides sleep around and aggravate her family. On the plus side, you are starting with a clean slate. She didn't have a job or any other adult responsibility," she answered.

"I am starting to remember things," I remarked. Aunt Kayla was right; Iona had led a pretty hedonistic lifestyle. "So if I didn't work, where did I get money?" I was hoping that I wasn't a thief too.

"You have a rather sizeable trust fund that was set up by your father," she said. "That reminds me, I'll need to call your mother and tell her what happened."

I brought up some memories. Not surprisingly, Iona wasn't on good terms with her mother either.

"How will she react?" I asked. I was surprised that I actually was concerned about her. I also remembered that her name as Fiona.

Aunt Kayla smiled, "Fiona half expected something like this would happen. She still loved Iona and I'm sure she will want to meet you."

I searched my memories. I could now picture Fiona, Iona's mother and now my mother. She was very beautiful and had the same hair. I hoped that I could undo some of the damage done by the original Iona.

"What happens next?" I asked.

"You will move in with me. I already have a room ready for you," said Aunt Kayla. "You have a lot of healing to do and I'm not just talking about your physical injuries. You have to adjust to being a new person and a new gender. It will take time, but I will help you through it. I imagine Fiona will want to help too."

"You're very kind!" I said. I had visions of being out on my own without a family or people that cared for me. I felt my emotions building up. "Thank you," I felt tears rolling down my cheeks.

"I can sense that you are a good person and that you didn't deserve this fate," she said softly.

She smiled at me, and it without speaking another word, she let me know that everything would be OK. She wiped away the tears off my cheeks.

"Don't be worried or embarrassed about showing your emotions. You are a woman now and that is 'socially acceptable'. I've never understood why men feel weak for showing their true feelings. A lot of the world's problems could be prevented if they would let out their real emotions," she said. She then let out a slight laugh.

I smiled and found that I could laugh for the first time since I became Iona.

"So Iona, have you given any thought about what you want to do with your life?" she asked.

"You said I don't have a job. So I guess that I wasn't in college or anything like that either?" I asked.

"That's right. Although you have the grades to get in any school you want to. Going to school wasn't a priority to you. You had an above average IQ and it should be higher now due to the knowledge that you brought with you during the transfer," she explained. I noticed that she was now referring to me as Iona.

"So I could apply to college here?" I asked.

"Well, I am glad that you are more level headed than before," she said, with a smile. "Yes, you would be accepted at any school you applied to."

I winced as I felt a shot of pain from leg. I was about to push the button to get the nurse when Aunt Kayla shook her head. She then placed her hand my damaged leg and in a second there was a feeling of warmth spreading out from her touch. The pain instantly went away.

"Does that feel better my dear?" she asked

"Yes, thank you," I answered. I wanted to ask how, but I figured there would be time for that later.

"When I get you home I will heal it completely. There are limits of 'modern medicine'. Without my help you won't make a full recovery," she said confidently.

I had no doubt that she was telling me the truth.

"Did they tell you about the accident?" she asked.

"Not much, just about the deaths of the driver and…" I hesitated not knowing how to refer to the death of Iona. I felt my emotions following again.

Aunt Kayla interrupted, "I know what you mean. It will take time to accept what happened. Your accident was caused by a drunk driver. He walked away from the accident without a scratch. The police arrested him. Apparently he has been arrested several times for DUI. I will deal with him later," Aunt Kayla replied angrily.

Having seen a sample of her powers I wondered what sort of punishment he would receive. However I didn't feel any pity for him as he had caused too much pain.

 

Part Three

I spent the next couple of days in the hospital. The doctors were amazed that I wasn't in more pain. I read the newspaper article on the accident. It was bizarre reading about my death. The drunk driver was a very prominent local lawyer and he claimed that he would be completely exonerated. I would have been angry with him except that I knew Aunt Kayla was planning an appropriate punishment.

I was being released from the hospital today and I felt good about it. I don't think I could have survived the past few days without Aunt Kayla's help. I shudder to think what I might have done if I had been alone. I may have even tried to kill myself.

She came everyday and kept me company. She helped me open up Iona's mind and retrieve my new identity. The more I learned about Iona the more I was saddened by the way she had wasted her life. With her intelligence and powers she could have made a real difference in the world.

It would take some getting used to being Iona. Aunt Kayla said that the longer I lived in her body the more natural things would feel. She said that while there would be influences from her personality that my own persona would dominate. I was pleased to hear that. There were many things about Iona's personality that I didn't like. The biggest and nicest change was in my emotional state. It felt good to let out my feelings.

Aunt Kayla said that she would teach me how to be a woman. The first change I planned to make would be in my wardrobe. I told Aunt Kayla that I wanted a classy wardrobe and she looked pleased.

"I am glad to hear that. There is nothing wrong with proud of your body, but I always though that Iona dressed too trashy," she laughed.

She also helped me start to come to grips with the loss of my family. I read my own obituary in the San Diego Union-Tribune. It was truly bizarre seeing my life summarized into a paragraph. I thought about my family and how they were mourning my death. I was also mourning the loss of my family. I imagined that they would take my body back to Ohio for burial. Thinking about my own funeral made me feel very depressed and I started to cry again, but Aunt Kayla said that it was good to talk about it, holding it in would only make it worse. I cried a lot of tears thinking about what had happened.

I was stuck in a wheel chair as we left the hospital. My left leg was in a cast from my hip to my toes. The doctor recommended a specialist, but Aunt Kayla told him that she had already arranged for my treatment.

Aunt Kayla had a house overlooking the Pacific Ocean near Sunset Cliffs. She wheeled me into the house and out to her back garden. She had a small fenced in garden that was beautiful. There was a very large tree in the back that provided shelter for the rest of the garden. There were plants everywhere and it seemed like I was in a forest rather than a fenced in yard. I could barely make out the fence through the plants.

"This is my special place and the perfect spot to get you back on your feet," she said with a sense of pride.

She lit some candles, some incense, and she then lit a fire in the stone hearth. The garden had a very mystical feeling to it. It was as if it had been transplanted from some other part of the world. I felt instantly at ease.

She smiled as she brewed what looked like some sort of herbal tea over the fire. The aroma was very soothing. I watched, as she seemed to start chanting as she prepared the tea.

When the tea was ready she poured it in a mug and handed it to me, "Drink it at your leisure. I think you'll like it," she explained.

I wasn't much into herbal tea, but I decided to follow her advice and try it. It was very good and it made me feel very relaxed.

"Now, lets start on your ribs," she said. She then placed her hands on the side of my chest and I felt warmth spread out. I could hear her chanting something softly. I couldn't make out what she was saying but it sounded Celtic. I really couldn't tell. It was similar to the feeling that she used to ease my pain in the hospital, but it was deeper and stronger. After a few minutes there was no more discomfort or pain. I smiled as I rubbed my side.

She smiled and repeated the process on the side of my head. It was as if I could feel myself healing. In a few minutes my head was healed and the pain was gone.

The leg took longer. She initially worked through the cast itself. I felt as if my leg was immersed in warm water. She ran her hands up and down my legs for over 20 minutes. She then picked up a knife and slowly cut off the cast. The blade seemed to glow a soft blue color as she removed the cast from my leg. She eventually cut my leg completely free from the cast.

"OK dear, please stand up," she ordered.

I did as she said. As I stood up I found that my leg was completely healed. I looked back at the cast and saw the metal pins and rods that had been in my leg were laying in the cast. I ran my hand down my leg; there was no sign of any scars!

I walked around on my healed leg and then I went over and hugged Aunt Kayla.

"Thank you so much," I exclaimed

"I'm sorry it took so long, but those damm steel rods are hard to remove," she said with a smile, "Now let me show you around our home."

She walked me around the house. I felt instantly at home. Everything was very natural in the house. There was a feeling of warmth that seemed to flow through the house. My bedroom was on the second floor and has an ocean view. The room was large and had an attached bathroom with a very large bathtub. It looked like you could almost swim laps in it.

"Why don't you take a nice long bath and then we can have a talk. I unpacked your clothes and they are in the dresser and the closet. I also bought you some things that you might like more than what was in your suitcase," explained Aunt Kayla.

"Sounds like a great idea," I sighed.

Aunt Kayla smiled and walked out closing the door behind her.

I stripped down as the tub filled with water. I examine my nude body. I was now around four inches shorter. I examined my breasts. My bra size was 36 D. They were a bit big for my frame, but at least they were very nicely shaped. My nipples were extremely sensitive. I just had to brush against them and I felt a shot of pleasure through my body. I ran my hands down my body. I looked in the mirror and saw that I had a tattoo on my back just above my butt. It looked like some sort of Celtic symbol. I wondered about its significance. I then ran my fingers past my vagina. I smiled noting that I was truly a natural redhead. Iona may have lowered my sexual urges somewhat, but I was horny. I found that I could be aroused very quickly; I hoped that I could control these feelings. I decided to talk to Aunt Kayla about it.

I liked the water hot so that you had to inch down in the tub. I slipped down into the water. It really felt good. Even though Aunt Kayla had healed my broken bones I still felt sore. The hot water did much to ease my discomfort.

As I laid there in the hot water I found myself fingering my vagina. I explored and felt myself until I found a spot that felt VERY good when I rubbed it the right way! There were things about this change that weren't so bad!

After I dried myself off I and looked for something to wear. Most of Iona's clothes were too sexy and revealing for my taste. I wanted to establish my own style and not follow Iona's path. Thankfully, Aunt Kayla had great taste in clothes. After I put on my panties I picked out a bra. It was strange putting one on. The only previous experience I had with this was trying to take one off a girl!

I selected a green sleeveless blouse and a green floral skirt. I put in a pair of small silver hoop earrings and selected several silver rings. I completed the outfit with a wooden bead necklace and some matching bracelets. I didn't bother with shoes, as I didn't plan on going anywhere. I went downstairs and joined Aunt Kayla out in the garden.

 

Chapter Four

"You look lovely my dear," commented Aunt Kayla.

"Thank you. I assume that you picked this outfit out?" I asked. I sat down in a large wicker chair.

She smiled, "Yes, after I saw what was in your suitcase I figured you'd want something less flamboyant. We can go shopping to further expand your wardrobe. Then we drop off your old stuff at Goodwill, if they'll take it!"

I laughed; it felt good to laugh, "That sound nice!" I sat there for a moment thinking. "I have so many questions and don't know where to start," I commented.

She poured me a cup of Earl Gray tea.

"Well that's only natural," she replied. She sat there and waited patently for me to talk.

"Why did Iona throw her life away?" I asked. I took a sip of the tea it was very good.

"It's hard to say. She was always a bit self-centered. We hoped that she would eventually grow up and become an adult. That is she was coming here to live with me. Fiona was fed up and saw me as Iona's last chance," she said.

"So, I take it that Iona burned a lot of bridges in the family," I asked.

"Burned? Incinerated is a better word," she said with a smile.

"Did she have any good points?" I asked. I watched as a gray cat walked into the room and rubbed up against me.

"When she was younger she did, but as she grew up it would be hard to say something complementary about her lately. At least she went out with an unselfish act. Her shielding you saved your life," she said. "By the way, that is Tully, it means peaceful one in Gaelic, and she is very friendly. There is a black one around here somewhere who is called Bran, which is Celtic for raven."

"It would be nice that she is remembered for that," I said. I reached down and scratched Tully's chin. She immediately jumped up in my lap. 'The peaceful one' certainly lived up to her name and she curled up in my lap.

"That is a very sweet idea," said Aunt Kayla. She smiled as I petted the very contented Tully. "I think you are right, she should be remembered for such an unselfish act. Maybe there was hope for her after all."

"I am a little uneasy about spending the rest of my life as a woman." I stated.

"Of course you are, that is normal. But. I know you will adjust. I'm not going to lie to you; this will be a difficult transition. You have much to learn. There are going to be major changes in your life," she explained. "I will help you adjust to your new gender."

"One of the things she did to me was to make me more sexual. She toned it down after we got off the flight, but I found that I am still 'rather excitable'," I said.

"There may not be anything I can do about that. When we use our powers on ourselves it is very difficult for someone else to make adjustments, it often leads to other problems," explained Aunt Kayla.

"You mean that it could upset the person's emotional balance?" I asked

"Exactly," she said, with a smile. "I will try to help you control your urges, through more 'conventional' means'."

"Thanks," I answered, "I must say that I am overwhelmed by your generosity and hospitality. I am also relieved that I am not out on my own."

"Well, technically you are still my niece, so there are family ties. I also feel a bit guilty about what happened to you. I should have insisted that Iona come here sooner. I also like you," she replied. "You are handling this change very well. It is normal to get emotional about something like this."

"You sound like this happens all the time!" I said with a smile.

"Who says it doesn't?" she answered with her own sly smile, "There are things going on in the world that most people have no idea about. You are very lucky as you are going to see a world that very few people even know exist."

"So what will you do to the man who caused the accident?" I asked. Out if the corner of my eye I saw the black cat Bran come slinking in.

"I've been thinking about that. We do have a code of conduct so I can't just kill him. But I can change him and make his life VERY difficult!" she answered with a smile.

"Change him? Like into an animal or something like that?" I asked. Bran came over to see why Tully was so content. I soon had a second cat trying to find room in my lap. Tully had no intention in sharing this prime spot. However, Bran was content to share my chair.

"Yes, I could do that, but an animal would be a step up for him. No, I think I will help the local judicial system. I think that it would very nice for him to give a total confession to the police about the accident. I have also learned that he has been involved in some rather unsavory business deals. There is the old saying that confession is good for the soul, well I have a feeling that his soul is going to feel very good after he gets done telling the police EVERY illegal act he is involved in. He will also do this without making any deals for himself," she said with a laugh.

I joined her in laughing, "So he'll be going to jail for a very long time?" I asked.

"He should be so lucky! Some of the people he will be talking about may not like his sudden honesty," she laughed.

"So, while you can't use your powers to kill someone, you can use them to put the person in jeopardy based on their own actions?" I asked

"Exactly, he'll get the punishment he has earned. I won't let him get hurt, but I want him to feel real FEAR. He will spend the rest of his life in prison, which could be a worse fate than death," said Aunt Kayla. She looked at the two cats that surrounded me, "If they start being pests shoo them away."

"They aren't a problem, I love animals," I explained, "So, does everyone in your family have similar powers?"

"All of the women are blessed with the powers. Their individual powers vary. Iona had great potential, her powers were very strong," she replied

"I wonder why she didn't use them to save herself during the accident?" I asked.

"She had no discipline. It is one thing to cast a spell on a sleeping person; it is something very different to use your powers in a split second. If she had learned to be more disciplined then she could have stopped the accident altogether," she answered.

We both sat there in silence. Even the cats were quiet.

"Did she took all her power with her when we switched bodies?" I asked.

"Who knows? Maybe she left some, only time will tell. I wouldn't concern yourself with that right now, you have much more pressing things to deal with," explained Aunt Kayla.

She was right. I had to deal with being a woman, with makeup, with my period, dating, college (Again!), my new family, and so much more. I figured that just adapting to this massive change in my life would be enough to worry about for now.

 

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