Turbulence

by

Julie O

  

Part One

  

As I woke up the next morning, I was again overwhelmed by my strong sexual urges. Instinctively my hand slipped down to my vagina and I began to gently rub myself. I saw no need to fight them and I smiled as the waves of pleasure flowed through my body. My other hand began to massage my nipples, which by now were very hard. I lost track of time as I pleasured myself, and was eventually rewarded with an incredible orgasm.

I slowly regained my composure, while basking in the afterglow of my orgasm. This was fast becoming a morning ritual. My elevated sexual urges were hard enough to control during the day, but when I slept my urges built up so by the time I woke up I was extremely horny.

I guess I shouldn't complain. It really wasn't a bad way to wake up and I had to admit that my female orgasms were superior to anything I had felt as a man. Still it felt strange being led by my urges like a dog on a chain.

After my shower I dried off and inspected my body in the mirror. It was still a shock seeing the image of a beautiful young woman in the mirror and knowing that it was me. I brushed my long red hair and marveled how soft it was. When I was naked I couldn't keep my eyes off my breasts. They were truly magnificent; they were large, round, firm with large overly sensitive nipples. The rest of my new body wasn't too shabby either. My whole body was fit and well… perfect!

Luckily I was doing pretty good at dressing and makeup. I was finding my style and liked how I looked. I didn't use a lot of makeup during the day, but I knew that I would have to use more once I started working. I had mixed feelings about working in a club over in Pacific Beach. Oh, I agreed with Aunt Kayla and our neighbor, Jacob, that it would be good for me, as it would give me a chance to interact as a woman, with a larger group of people. My biggest fear was dealing with the men.

As Roger, I had spent more that my fair share of evening in the clubs and bars of Pacific Beach. There were many great restaurants and clubs there and the crowds got a bit rowdy at times. There were lots of young college men and during the summer there was the surfer and beach crowd. Oh yes, to make it even more interesting there would be lots of sailors and marines. I had been in the navy and had seen first hand how many of the girls working in the clubs were treated. In addition to their attention I would be fighting to control my sexual urges.

There was one more thing to test my sexual control and that would be all the beautiful woman there too! I found that I was still attracted to women. Being bi-sexual meant that I had more sexual stimuli to worry about that the average girl.

The other things on my mind including the upcoming meeting with Fiona. She was Iona's mother and she was coming out to San Diego to meet me. Aunt Kayla had told me that Fiona understood that I had no say in the body switch, but I was still uneasy about meeting her.

I was also anxious to see if I got a response from my old family. I sent them a letter, which told them how Roger had saved my life. Of course I didn't tell them that I was their son.

I also was worried about all the people out there with a ax to grind with Iona. She had pissed a lot of people off and there was always the outside chance one would try and find her, rather make that find me! I also had to deal with the long list of Iona's former lovers, many of whom wanted to see her again.

Then there was the magic issue. Aunt Kayla told me that I had some powers, but we had no idea of what they were. She told me that she would help me discover my powers and teach me how to use them responsibly. I had the powers from the tattoo on my back that gave me the ability to know someone that I knew was near. I also had the invisible tattoo that protected me sexually, but also made me more aroused. Whoever had given Iona this tattoo had violated mystic rules. There was the added possibility of being on the receiving end of his or her anger. All in all, my life was very complicated!

I walked downstairs and found Aunt Kayla out in the garden drinking a cup of tea. She was reading some old book and was so engrossed in it that she didn't hear me coming.

"Oh Iona! You startled me," she said with a smile, "How are you this morning?"

"Just great. That brandy that Jacob gave us last night put me right to sleep," I answered.

"I can relate to that, it was quite potent," she laughed

"I am waiting for the water to boil, would you like a fresh cup of tea?" I asked.

She looked at her cup, "That sound great! Earl Grey please," she said and she handed me the cup.

"Coming right up," I replied. I walked in the kitchen and pulled out a couple of tea bags while the water worked up to a boil. I selected an English breakfast blend and put it in my mug. I felt Tully rub against my legs and I squatted down to pet her.

"How are you this fine morning?" I asked.

Tully just purred contentedly as I pet her. Bran, the more aloof cat, joined us and I pet both of them until the water came to a boil.

"Sorry, I need to pour the water," I explained as I stood up. Bran slipped away, as if there was something important in the next room. Tully stayed close hoping for some more attention.

I put the mugs of tea on a tray, along with a blueberry muffin, and went out to join Aunt Kayla in the garden.

"Thank you dear," said Aunt Kayla, as I handed her the tea.

I smiled, "So what are you reading?" I asked

"I am just catching up on my Celtic. Your tattoo has intrigued me and I need to study up the language in order to better understand it," she explained.

"Let me know if you find anyway of controlling it," I stated. I picked up the muffin and broke apiece off and ate it.

"So, you are still waking up aroused?" she asked.

"That is putting it mildly," I answered with a slight smile on my face.

She smiled, "I suppose there could be worse side effects."

"True, I must admit that it does feel good," I said truthfully.

Aunt Kayla looked at me, "This is just a suggestion, but I think you should get a vibrator."

I sat there in silence. I never thought that I would have a conversation like this one in my entire life!

"I can suggest a good one if you are interested," she explained

"OK. Well, this will be another new experience!" I said with a smile. "I never thought I'd have a conversation about vibrators!"

Aunt Kayla smiled, "Speaking of new experiences, Jacob called this morning and set up an interview for you. His friend told the manager that you would be there today. Here, I wrote down the details," she stated.

I took the note from Aunt Kayla. I recognized the name of the club. I had been to The Reef several times when I was Roger. It was a bar and restaurant located on Garnet Ave, several blocks from the Pacific Ocean. During the evening there was live entertainment and the crowds got a bit rowdier. I searched my memories and tried to remember what the bargirls wore there. It took me a few moments to recall that the girls wore a short black skirt, black sleeveless top and high heels. I wondered what I would look like in the outfit.

"So are you going to do it?" asked Aunt Kayla.

The sound of her voice snapped me out of my daydreaming, "I guess so," I answered, "Can I borrow the car this afternoon?"

"Sure. I do think that this is a good idea. It will be good for you to interact with others," she replied

"It's not a bad place. I used to go there when I was Roger," I said softly, almost to myself.

 

Part Two

 

My interview was a breeze. Actually I think I was hired as soon as the manager saw my body. I wore a summer dress that showed off my curves and he couldn't take his eyes off my body, especially my boobs! My emotions were mixed. Part of me was offended that I was hired because I was seen as a "hot piece of ass". On the other hand it was interesting to see this from a woman's point of view. He asked me a bunch of questions while he stared at my breasts. I debated telling him that I used to be a man just to see his reaction!

The manager's name was Tom Martin and in spite of his sexist behavior I liked him. He didn't mind that I only wanted to work part time. After the interview he turned me over to his assistant manager. Her name was Karen, and she was a very pretty blonde.

As she showed me around the club she told me about my duties, "So Iona, have you ever worked in a place like this?" she asked.

As Roger I had tended bar for a campus bar but I couldn't tell her that, "Sort of. My uncle has a place back east and I helped out there a few times," I said. OK, I lied, but it made more sense than the truth!

"Well that's a start. The job is pretty easy; the hardest part is dealing with the customers. During the day it's mostly the beach crowd. However in the evening we can get pretty rowdy. A lot of college kids and also a lot of squids and jarheads," she explained.

I held in my laughter at her use of less than flattering terms for sailors and marines, "Are they that bad?" I asked, in a rather innocent tone.

"Bad? No, not really, but they do a bit wild at times," she answered with a smile, "They can be a lot of fun, especially on a date!" She then broke out in a laugh.

I smiled back. She continued the tour and she told me about my uniform. It was as I remembered; a short black skirt and matching top and heels. Karen told me that there was a shop down the block that carried both the skirts and tops.

"So tell me about yourself," she asked.

I told her that I living with my aunt and that I was starting college in the fall. Basically it was the truth.

"Iona? That is a very pretty name. I don't think I've ever known anyone by that name," she said.

"It's Scottish," I said, "It is the name of an island."

"That's cool. Well, I think you'll do. I am a pretty good judge of character and I have a feeling that you'll fit in with the rest of the lunatics that work here," she said with a laugh, "And don't worry about Tom. He's harmless!"

I also had a good feeling about her and the job and I was told that my training would start in two days. I said good-bye and headed off to do some shopping.

I was in a great mood as I walked down the street to do some shopping. This amazed me, considering everything I had been through lately. However, overall things were going pretty good. I quickly finished my official shopping and soon had everything I needed for work. I decided to explore a few other clothing stores before heading home. I had passed many of these shops in my days as a man and I had always been curious about them. They always had the most interesting window displays, but there was no way that I would have gone in them as Roger.

I wasn't disappointed as I discovered they had some really great outfits. OK, I admit that I now enjoy shopping for clothes! Maybe this was do to some residual from the original Iona or just that I am being honest with my feelings, either way I was having a good time. I also made a quick stop at a music store and picked out a few CD's. I had previously owned most of them when I was Roger. I think my CD collection was the only material thing I missed from my previous life. Of course I don't count family photographs or sentimental things in that group!

I headed back to the car when I got the sensation from my tattoo. I looked around to see who it was, while at the same time trying to see if I could detect his or her identity.

The name came to me just a few seconds before I saw him. He was a friend from my days in the navy. Bill was a few years younger than me and I had been his sea-dad or mentor when we served together on a destroyer. I had always liked him and it took all my willpower not to talk to him.

He did however notice me and smiled at me as he walked by. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked past him. Without thinking I looked back over my shoulder and saw that he was standing there looking at me. He had a great smile and I smiled back. He replied with a wink! It was then that I felt a very new sensation. I felt an immediate attraction to him and it went beyond just lust. This caused an immediate conflict of emotions. I accept that I am physically female but this was the first time that I felt attraction to a man. I don't count the time that I had sex with Iona/Roger, although it did bring new meaning to the phrase "go fuck yourself". This was different and Bill's obvious interest in me was exciting.

I was a bit disappointed that he didn't follow me or ask me for my phone number. By the way, the answer is yes, I would have given it to him! I put aside my old male feelings and thought about Bill from a female's point of view. He was quite attractive. He was 6-1 and very athletic. He had light brown hair and blue eyes, and a killer smile. I giggled to myself as I walked towards the car. It was silly to hold onto feelings that better suited Roger. After all, I was a woman now, so why shouldn't I find a man attractive? Still it is hard to change feelings overnight and besides I hadn't even been female for a month yet!

I told Aunt Kayla about my adventures over a pot of chai tea. She sat there and listened without saying a word as I told her everything. When I finished I took a sip of my tea and waited for her response.

She sat there for a moment and then smiled and said, "So would you consider these events to be positive or negative?"

"Is this my aunt or my therapist asking me?" I responded with a slight laugh. "I'd say over all it was positive."

"That's good. I am pleased that you are willing to accept change. Your life is going to be difficult enough. You don't need to make it worse by fighting yourself," she explained.

"I do have conflicting feelings, but they seem to be slowly resolving themselves," I answered.

"Good. I've gotten some information on people who have had a similar experience in body switching. Over time, their personality becomes more inline with their gender, as long as they don't actively fight it. You have a long life ahead of you and it would be a shame to be in continual internal conflict," she stated.

"So will it eventually feel like I have always been female?" I asked.

"That is a distinct possibility," answered Aunt Kayla. "But you will retain your core personality."

I thought about it for a second, "I can live with that," I replied.

She smiled and nodded in approval, "By the way we have an invitation for lunch tomorrow. My dear friend Marny has asked us to join her for lunch tomorrow."

"That sounds great. I am interested in meeting her, even though I know so little about her," I said with a sly smile. I was hoping that my obvious hint would lead to some information about the mysterious Marny.

Aunt Kayla shook her head slowly, "I hope that you have a higher opinion of me than that lame attempt to get me to talk seems to indicate," she said with a slight smirk on her face.

I shrugged my shoulders, "So where and when do we meet her?"

"We'll meet her over at Shelter Island. She lives on a boat in the marina," explained Aunt Kayla, "Your curiosity will just have to wait. Marny is a wonderful person and I would prefer that you meet first. Besides what's life without a few secrets!"

I nodded and debated saying some smart-ass answer, but decided not to.

 

Part Three

 

We arrived at the Marina and Aunt Kayla pointed out the sailboat that Marny lived on. As we walked towards the boat I saw a beautiful woman sitting on the bow. She was adjusting a line and looked up and waved as we approached. He skin was a dark brown due to the years spent out on the water, yet her skin looked soft and wrinkle-free. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a long ponytail, which stretched down to the small of her back. When we got closer her striking blue eyes mesmerized me. They looked like the color of the ocean on a sunny day.

"Hi Kayla, I am so happy to see you!" she exclaimed. "This must be Iona. I am very pleased to meet you."

In a fluid motion, she leapt to the pier to greet us. Kayla and Marny hugged and then she repeated the act with me.

"It is wonderful to see you Marny, I've missed our conversations," replied Aunt Kayla.

"I have been looking forward to meeting you Marny," I stated.

"Likewise my dear. We both have some interesting tales to trade," she said, with a smile.

We boarded the sailboat and Marny made preparations to get underway, "It is just a gorgeous day I thought we go up the coast and eat lunch off La Jolla, make yourself comfortable," explained Marny.

"That sounds lovely," answered Aunt Kayla.

I was wearing my bathing suit under my shirt and shorts. I felt a bit self-conscious as I took off my outer clothes. This was the first time I had been out in public as Iona in a bathing suit. It was a bikini and I felt it was a bit too small, but the salesgirl in PB told me that it was perfect. She said with my body it would be a shame not to show it off. I did put on lots of sunscreen.

I had gone sailing a few times as Roger and I was totally awed by the speed in which Marny got the boat underway. She moved so smoothly around the boat as if she was part of the sailboat itself.

Within minutes we were pulling out of the harbor and heading out of the bay. As we sailed out the bay we passed one of the channel buoys. There were several sea lions crowded on it. They were basking in the sun and seemed to be asleep. Suddenly they all woke up. Their attention seemed to be focused on our boat and they dove into the water. They quickly surrounded our boat and escorted us out to the Pacific Ocean.

I looked over at Aunt Kayla and she smiled at me. We lost our escort as we passed Point Loma and headed north up the coast towards La Jolla.

"Would you like to steer for a while Iona?" asked Marny.

"It's been a while since I've done this, but I'll give it a shot," I answered.

After a few minutes Marny smiled and said, "I see that you've had some experience in sailing. Did you sail much when you were in the navy?"

"A little," I said, as I concentrated on holding my course. I looked over at her and smiled back, "I guess that Aunt Kayla told you everything."

"Not everything. I am looking forward to hearing your story," she answered, "Please tell me all about it."

"OK, but then it's your turn," I stated with a smile.

"Deal!" replied Marny.

I told her all about my life as Roger and the body switch and my experiences as Iona.

"I can't wait to hear about your job adventures. Especially since you will have a unique viewpoint, having seen it from sides," she said, "Steer to port, there is a nice anchorage near those cliffs."

I did as she ordered and within a few minutes we were anchored and enjoying a wonderful picnic lunch.

"I think the strangest thing about my adjustment is that it has been so smooth. Although I see some potential bumps coming up," I explained.

"Just remember that you have friends and family to fall back on for support," started Marny.

"I know. I appreciate your understanding," I said with a smile.

"Well, I have had a rather unique upbringing myself. I don't suppose you want to hear about it," she asked.

"I would love to hear about it," I said eagerly.

"I've heard this story before, so if you don't mind I'm going to lay out in the sun while you two chat," said Aunt Kayla.

I suspected that she just wanted to give us some time alone

"Where to start?" mused Marny. "To start off I am half human."

I sat there taking in her words. I tried not to look like I was stunned or shocked. In my short life as Iona I had been exposed to things I had only thought existed in stories. I quickly learning that there were many surprises out in the world and that I should not dismiss things out of hand based on my previous experiences.

"My mother lived on an island off the coast of Maine. One day, she met a handsome stranger and they had a whirlwind romance. It turns out he was from an aquatic race of ancient beings. He told her this before they made love, I don't want you to believe those myths of them ravaging maidens!" stated Marny with a laugh.

I didn't say a thing and just sat there hanging on every word.

"My mother willing became his mate and wife. They are still lovers and he tries to split his life between the land and the sea. He is a loving father and I have learned much from him. I also inherited some of his powers. As you may have noticed I have a relationship with sea mammals. I can communicate with them," she explained.

"Is that why you became an oceanographer?" I asked.

"Yes, it was a perfect mix. I love the ocean. I can also stay underwater for a longer period than a normal human. I can't breathe underwater, but I can hold my breath for a very long time," she explained.

"I've learned that "normal" is a relative term," I quipped.

She smiled, "I guess you're right. It does make life more interesting."

I laughed, "Life definitely has become more interesting. I have been given an opportunity to see life from a totally different viewpoint. Additionally, I am seeing a world that I never thought existed."

"Just be careful who you tell about your unique status. The hardest thing you will experience is the inability to be totally honest," explained Marny, "I've been in several relationships with people who had no idea of the true me. It was very frustrating at times that I couldn't be totally honest. Part of that was my fault for not totally trusting them. You will have special problems and you will want to talk about them, especially with someone you love, and you may not be able to tell them."

I sat there letting her words sink in. She had brought up many new things that I had never even considered. How would someone react if I told them the truth? Would they freak out? Or even worse, they might think I was mentally unstable. That would be bad enough with a total stranger or casual friend, but with a lover? It would be devastating!

"I appreciate your advice Marny," I answered. "I hope that we can talks like this often."

"Sure thing Iona," said Marny with a smile, "Think of me as your older sister!"

We both laughed, but I considered her offer to be genuine. It would be nice to have someone else I could trust to talk to.

"So, have you told someone you loved about your past?" I asked.

Marny paused and seemed to recalling a memory of a person dear to her. "Yes, once," she said softly, "He didn't believe me at first. But that changed after he met my parents."

I waited for her to continue.

"We were due to get married, but unfortunately he was killed in the war," Marny lamented. Her face showed a sense of sadness.

"The war?" I responded. Marny looked like she was in her early 30's. That would have meant that he would have to have been killed recently.

"His ship was torpedoed off Greenland in 1942," answered Marny. "I forgot to tell you that I age a bit slower than normal humans, another gift from my father. My mother also gained this gift and is approaching 155 years old."

I sat in stunned silence for a while, "My eyes are truly being opened up to an entirely new world."

Marny smiled, "Honey, you have no idea of what is out there!"

The rest of the afternoon passed by way too fast. As Aunt Kayla and I drove back to our home I thought about Marny and how lucky I was to have her as a new friend.

 

Part Four

 

A few days later I was driving home from work. My feet were killing me thanks to the high heels I had to wear at work. I was still a trainee at work, however Karen said that I would be on my own soon. I pulled into the driveway and walked into the house barefoot. It felt so good to be out of the heels!

I checked the mailbox and found it was filled with mail. I grab the stack of letters and walked into the house. I found Aunt Kayla on her computer. Tully was asleep on top on the monitor.

"Hi," I said, as I entered her office.

"How was work dear?" asked Aunt Kayla.

"Pretty good. My feet are killing me though!" I said. I sat down next to Aunt Kayla.

"Ah. Too bad all men don't get a chance to spend a night in high heels," said Aunt Kayla, "Especially those who design clothes for women!"

"Some do!" I said with a smile. I began to sort the mail.

She laughed, "By the way Fiona called. She will be getting in late Sunday evening. She was delayed by a trial."

"Trial?" I said.

"Fiona works as a prosecutor for trials involving misuse of magical powers," explained Aunt Kayla.

"You mean there are courts and lawyers for things like that?" I asked.

"Absolutely. The case she is working on is very interesting," stated Aunt Kayla.

"What is it about?" I asked.

"A woman used to her powers in a immoral manner. She is accused of illegally transforming dozens of men and women to benefit herself and her university," explained Aunt Kayla

"Her university? In what sort of manner?" I asked. I was half way through the mail. Most were related to Aunt Kayla's job.

Aunt Kayla continued, "She used a transference spell. It made the female athletes better and it transformed men into women. Then she changed their memories to hide the truth."

"What school?" I asked.

"Chamberlain," said Aunt Kayla.

"Wow! I though something was funny about how they dominated in the women's basketball championship the last two years." I exclaimed, "So, what will happen to her if she is found guilty?"

"Most likely a total loss of powers. Her human co-conspirator is also charged and will also receive an appropriate harsh punishment," replied Aunt Kayla.

"Just lost of powers?" I asked. "That seems like a light punishment."

"For someone born with powers it will be a very severe punishment. It is like one of your senses. Imagine losing your sight or hearing," stated Aunt Kayla.

"What about the victims?" I asked

"Unfortunately the spells cast cannot be undone. That alone should result in a severe punishment for both of the accused," said Aunt Kayla angrily.

I then saw the next letter in the pile. I stared at the return address and was unable to speak as I was overcome with emotions.

"Are you alright dear?" asked Aunt Kayla.

I composed myself and held up the letter with trembling hands. The return address was from my family; make that Roger's family.

"Do you want me to open it?" asked Aunt Kayla.

I shook my head no, "Thanks, but I think I better do this myself."

I opened the envelope carefully. I didn't want to risk tearing the letter inside. I took out the letter and unfolded it and read it.

It was from my sister Jenny. She told me how much my letter was appreciated by everyone. She said that while Roger's death had been a terrible shock to the family it was reassuring to know that he died a hero. I had to put down the letter for a moment to wipe away my tears.

I continued with the letter. Jenny told me that she would be out in San Diego in a week to close out Roger's apartment and wrap up some legal details. She wrote that she would love to get together with me. She included her cell phone number and e-mail address.

I handed the letter to Aunt Kayla and absorbed what she had written. In some ways I wished she wasn't coming out here. It would open up some emotional wounds. But then again it would allow some closure.

Aunt Kayla handed the letter back. "This is a very nice letter. Your sister sounds like a wonderful person,"

"She is," I said and I started crying again. Aunt Kayla took me into her arms and held me tight.

"Sorry," I apologized. I wiped my eyes "I guess I still have a way to go before I am over this."

"I would be worried if you didn't get emotional," Aunt Kayla smiled.

"I hope I can control my emotions when I see her again," I sighed

"You'll do fine. Don't worry about your emotions," comforted Aunt Kayla.

"But what will I do if she suspects the truth?" I asked.

"We will worry about that if it happens. Remember that most people don't suspect that there is real magic in the world. So they ignore the obvious and go against their instincts and accept the norms that society has established. You are starting to see that for yourself," she said.

"That's true," I replied. I thought about what lay ahead of me. There was my job, meeting Iona's mother and now the reunion with my sister! "This next week is going to be very interesting!"

I spent the evening composing an e-mail response to Jenny, telling her how much I was looking forward to meeting her. I was careful not to give anything away and I even had Aunt Kayla review it before I sent it.

 

Part Five

 

Saturday evening I worked my first real solo shift at The Reef. To say I was nervous would be a major understatement. I looked at myself in the mirror. My outfit really showed off my shapely body, so much so that I suddenly felt very self-conscious. The top was a bit low and it showed off my cleavage. I was also worried about my nipples showing through my bar and top. I debated about what I would do the first time someone slipped some money down between my boobs.

I also thought that the skirt was too short, but Karen told me that Tom insisted on the length. I adjusted my nametag and looked down at my name. It was still strange referring to myself as Iona. I mean I was getting more and more used to it, but it was a bit strange.

I started my shift around 7 PM, which was mostly a dinner crowd. People were coming in from the beach and were for the most part pretty nice. The band began to set up around 9:30 and was ready to go around 10:00. They were a local alternative band that had been playing the area for years. They weren't bad and Karen said that always filled the house.

Most of the night was a blur as I was very busy. I was assigned a part of the club and for the most part my customers were pretty cool. I got hit on a few times but it was all good-natured fun. The problem started with a group of college kids. There were five of them, all guys, and they all thought they were God's gift to women. They were also all a bit drunk.

The leader of the group, I'll just call him Chad, kept trying to grab my ass as I took their order. I asked him nicely to stop and that just made it worse. They immediately made rude comments about me and joked that I was just playing hard to get. One asked me straight up if I wanted to go back to their apartment and have sex with all five!

For the first time I really understood what assholes some men could be. I also felt a sense of vulnerability and fear. I tried to smile and ignore them, but they wouldn't give up. I looked over at Karen and gave her a wave to get some help over in my area. Chad reached up my skirt again and tried to grab my panties, I jumped back and dropped my tray, causing them all to laugh. A guy at the next table then stepped in and told them to knock it off and act civilized. My rescuer was tall and very muscular. He had very short brown hair and looked like he was in the navy, as his hair as to long to be a marine. I later found out his name was Paul.

Chad stood up and motioned for his friends to do the same. They did and Paul's friends did the same and it looked like we would have a real problem, although Paul's group looked like they could mop the floor with Chad's group. I could see Karen getting our security to come over and get between the two groups and rescue little old me.

Chad looked at Paul and seemed ready to back down. Paul told him to apologize to me. It was then that I suddenly pictured Chad telling Paul to "Suck my dick squid!" It was as if I wanted Chad to do something stupid so he would get the crap beat out of him! To my total surprise and Chad's too, that's exactly what he did! He said it so loud that everyone in the area heard it.

The only thing that saved Chad from being pummeled was the arrival of our bouncers who escorted Chad and his buddies out of the club. There was a round of applause as they were led out to the street. I explained to Tom that Paul and his friends did nothing wrong and they were allowed to stay. I later found out that they were all navy divers. Tom bought them a round on the house. It was an exciting first night!

On my way home I thought about what had happened. Was it all a coincidence? Or had I almost caused a bar fight? I knew that I would have to mention this to Aunt Kayla in the morning.

Aunt Kayla was still up when I got home and I told her what had happened. She questioned me about my emotional state at the time of the incident.

"I guess it was between anger and fear," I answered. "I was really pissed off at the jerk and at the same time frightened."

"Hmmm. Anger and Fear are very strong emotions. They could have sparked some powers to cause the outburst. I'll ask Fiona about it. She'll know if Iona could do something like that," stated Aunt Kayla. "Was there anything else on your mind?"

"Yes. I felt frustrated that I couldn't protect myself. I felt the vulnerability of being female for the first time since I became Iona. I also felt vulnerable for being smaller than I had been as Roger and weaker physically" I said angrily. It was an unpleasant experience and I didn't like it one bit and I noticed I was becoming very emotional.

"I see. Your powers seemed to have come out as a defense mechanism. I wouldn't worry about it too much right now," explained Aunt Kayla. "But in mean time, just be careful when you get angry. You are still carrying around a lot of frustration due to the switch and you will have to learn to resolve these conflicts.

"I will. I appreciate you staying up to listen to my problems," I said softly.

"Iona, I will always be here for you. I know that you must think that our relationship has been one-sided, but that isn't true. I put aside having a family for my career and in some ways I see you as the daughter I never had," she said softly. "Your presence in this house has been a blessing."

I was momentarily stunned by this revelation. We soon were hugging and crying. It was a true Kodak moment!

 

Part Six

 

Sunday arrived very quickly and with each passing minute I became more nervous about Fiona's arrival. From what memories I could draw up Iona and her had a very rough relationship. I didn't like calling up Iona's personal memories, as it felt like I was doing something immoral. I was worried that Fiona might vent her anger at me for what Iona had done or that she would be angry with me for occupying the body of her daughter. Either way it wasn't very comforting.

Fiona's flight was due to arrive around 9:00 PM. I killed time by checking my e-mail. I still looked in on Iona's old account. The hate mail had died down but there was the occasional request from an old lover. I didn't respond to any of them. I checked my new account and found a reply from Jenny. She told me that she would be out in San Diego later this week and would call me after she arrived. My conflicting emotions had a field day with this. Part of me was overjoyed to be seeing Jenny again and the rest of me was scared.

Well, it's best to fight one battle at a time I thought. Fiona may turn me into a frog or something, so it was a waste of time to worry about my meeting with Jenny. I tried to find some pleasant memory that Iona had of her mother and I couldn't find one. It was really sad that Iona had no love for her mother.

I changed into a green floral pattern skirt and white blouse. I checked my makeup and hair. I wanted to look good for my first meeting with Fiona.

On the way to Lindbergh Field Aunt Kayla tried to ease my feelings of dread.

"Honey, you have nothing to worry about. Fiona is a very reasonable person and she doesn't blame you for what happened," she said calmly

"I hope so. It's just that Iona said and did some really rotten things to Fiona," I answered, "I also sense that Iona took great pleasure in hurting Fiona."

"Just remember that was Iona and not you," she replied

"I'll try," I said with a slight laugh.

We pulled into the lot and walked to the baggage claim area. Fiona's flight had just landed. We waited for her to arrive. I could picture her when I closed my eyes. She was an attractive woman, a bit taller than me, but with the same looks. Like all the women in our family she had dark red hair. Yes, I accepted that this was now my family!

I got a strong jolt from my tattoo and I looked up to see her round the corner. She had a big smile on her face when she saw us. All the fear and trepidation melted away as she approached. We hugged as if we had known each other our whole life. While I didn't see her as my "mother" I did sense a strong bond.

"Goodness, it is wonderful to see both of you!" exclaimed Fiona. Her voice had a distinctive New England accent.

I stood there smiling, "I am so happy to finally meet you," I replied.

My friendly response seemed to catch Fiona off guard. She shook her head and smiled, "You are so different from the Iona I knew my dear. Please take that as a complement," said Fiona softly. "I am looking forward to getting to know you better"

Aunt Kayla gave me one of those "I told you so" look. We then grabbed her bags and headed back to the house.

We settled in the garden and as I brewed up a pot of tea Fiona and Aunt Kayla caught up on old times. My mind was awash with various feelings and emotions and I found it difficult to concentrate. There were so many questions that I wanted to ask here. I was snapped back to reality by the sound of the teakettle's whistle. I picked up the tray with the tea and walked out to the garden. I felt Tully brush by my legs as I sat down.

"Thank you, Iona," thanked Aunt Kayla.

"Yes Iona, thank you very much. The tea smells wonderful," added Fiona.

I smiled and sat down next to them. Tully hopped up into my lap.

"I must admit that I almost didn't get on the flight Iona. I have been fighting my emotions concerning you. Iona was a far from perfect and she caused me much pain, but she was still my only daughter," explained Fiona, "I guess there was a part of me that blamed you for her death."

I sat there in silence. Aunt Kayla took my hand for support.

"But as I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt. As soon as I saw you I knew that my blame was misplaced. I am please to see that your personality is shining through. It would have been very easy for you to stick to the path Iona initially laid down," continued Fiona.

"I must admit that I have been worried about meeting you too," I said nervously.

Fiona laughed, "Why? Did you think I might cast a spell on you?"

"The idea crossed my mind a few times," I said with a smile.

"I know that you aren't my daughter, but I would like to become friends with you. I think it would be beneficial for both of us," she commented. "As bad as our relationship was, I still morn my Iona."

"I hope that we can become good friends," I replied and I got up and moved close to her to hug.

Fiona was right. She wasn't my mother, but we had a connection. I was learning how important family was in my life and I would be a fool to push away a relationship with someone like Fiona.

The next day the three of us talked about my budding powers and the special tattoo that was located above my vagina.

"From what you've told me about the incidents it sounds like you're developing some interesting skills. Think of this as a sort of magical puberty. You're skills and powers are just developing and it will take time to learn how to use them. You will be going through an awkward stage in your life," explained Fiona.

"Oh, so it won't be as smooth as it has been the past month," I said in jest.

"Point taken. However this will different to anything you have ever experienced. Most of us are born with our powers intact. They are a part of us from birth and we just accept them as we would any other sense. You will be gaining something that will eventually feel like any of your senses, but it will take time," stated Aunt Kayla.

"There have been cases of late development of powers and I will put you in contact with some of these women, if you want," added Fiona.

"That would be great," I said, "It is hard enough adapting to being a woman as it is."

"So what is the hardest part of being a woman for you?" asked Fiona.

I thought about it for a moment. "That's a hard question. The new sensations and emotions are quite interesting. Also my sexual attraction and feelings are a challenge. But I would have to saw the change in status is the most difficult." I then described the feeling of feeling vulnerable at work.

"You will adapt my dear. By the way may I see your tattoos?" asked Fiona

I nodded yes and we went upstairs into my bedroom. I stripped down and Aunt Kayla closed the curtains in order to darken the room.

I sat on the edge of the bed as Aunt Kayla and Fiona examined the tattoo above my vagina with a UV light.

"This is fine work. I must admit that whoever did this is a expert," complemented Fiona, "And you feel that Iona got this of her own free will?"

"As much as I can tell," I answered.

Aunt Kayla explained what had happened when I tried to recall who did it.

Fiona had me stand up and she used a candle to examine the tattoo on my back. "I recognize the artist who did this one. He lives up in Vermont near the Canadian border. He has a good reputation and I doubt he did the other one," commented Fiona.

"Do you think he might know who did it?" asked Aunt Kayla.

"It's possible. Iona might have requested this tattoo, as it would have helped her in her body-switching game, Then again it might also be possible that Iona didn't know what she was getting into when she had this second one done," added Fiona. She turned to me and smiled. "You can get dressed my dear."

As I dressed I listened to Fiona and Aunt Kayla's conversation.

"There is a similar tattoo that gives the person protection from unwanted pregnancy and disease, but it doesn't have the added increase in sexual urges. I doubt that Iona would have recognized the difference between the two, she was a poor student in the arts," Fiona said sadly..

"So you think that the tattoo artist might have switched to the illegal one? Why?" asked Aunt Kayla.

Fiona shrugged her shoulders, "She might have pissed him off. The artist might have wanted her as a sexual partner. One of Iona's friends or enemies might have influenced her decision to get it in the first place or paid off the artist to give it to her. There are a lot of possibilities. I could hire an investigator to look into it."

"That might be a good idea," nodded Aunt Kayla.

"I can provide you with a list an email addresses of people who Iona angered or was "friendly" with. That is if you think it would help?" I suggested.

"That would be a good start," said Fiona.

"I must admit that it is a bit unnerving when I see all the baggage I inherited from Iona," I said softly.

"I hadn't thought of that. It must be very hard my dear," said Fiona compassionately.

"Hard is an understatement," I smiled as I finished dressing. "I appreciate your concern."

We spent the rest of the day getting to know each other a bit better. Fiona had a very strong personality and combined with Iona's wild streak I began to understand how they had drifted apart. Still I liked her a lot. I did feel a bit guilty about feeling closer to Aunt Kayla than Fiona.

Overall my first meeting with Fiona was great. Granted we had a way to go until we began really close, but that was just a matter of time. I could only hope that my meeting with Jenny would be as smooth. My biggest fear was that she would detect the truth about me. Jenny could always tell when I tried to hide something from her. Anyway the adventure continues!

 

End of Part III

  

  

  

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