Under Her Spell

by Jennifer White

  

Tommy glanced over to his left at Heather's long red hair. English Lit was his favorite class, because *she* was in this one with him. He had followed her enough to know what classes she had this semester, so he could pass her by in the hall almost between almost every class period. She still hadn't really noticed him, but they had talked a few times.

As he saw her for the first time, Tommy fell in love. He swore to himself that this wasn't just some teenage crush, but *love*. Something to cherish for all time. Something that would burn within him for all time, as it did now. He could not conceive of a life without her in his future, or without his love for her.

He wrote poems, but never had the nerve to send them to her. He had written dozens of love letters, but again he was too scared to pass them along to her. He found out from a friend where she lived, and he made sure to go down *her* street on the way home from school, just so he could see her house, and hope against hope that he might catch a glimpse of her there sometime.

She was so lovely! So perfect! Smart, athletic, tall, pretty...she could do anything she wanted, and excelled at everything she tried. Captain of the volleyball team. President of the National Honors Society. First singles on the girl's tennis team. She was perfect in every way! And he had to have her. But she didn't notice him.

* * *

 

While on spring vacation, Tommy's family went on a trip up north to visit his Uncle Dave and Aunt Sharon. Tommy also had three cousins. Brad was his age, Jeff was a year younger, and Amy was three years older. They had practically grown up together, each family visiting the other during long summer vacations or shorter ones like this. Tommy felt strange about Amy now though. She was the first girl he had seen almost naked, as they swam in the lake. And he felt an attraction to her, unable to take his eyes off her. So now their relationship was strained.

The boys went hiking in the woods, as they often did. They went where the trees grow so thick that you can barely see, even at noon. The air was still under the canopy of freshly sprouted leaves. Brad told them that a witch lived back in the woods, and that children who wandered off the path were never seen again. It was an old story they had told and retold, but Tommy was old enough now to understand that it was used to keep curious children from wandering off into the dark dangerous woods.

But as he lay in bed at night, he had a though. What if it was true? What if there was a witch? He needed help to win Heather's heart. Magic help. The seed of an idea was planted, and as he fell asleep, he knew what he had to do.

 

The next morning, Tommy waited for the right moment. The others were eating breakfast. He grabbed two apples from the fruit bowl, put them into his jacket pocket, and quietly snuck out the back door. When he reached the woods, he looked back. Nobody had seen him, so nobody had followed him. He stepped out of sight, into the woods.

Tommy ate his apples as he walked down the path. When he got to the hill where the witch was supposed to live, he went off the path for the first time in his life. He climbed up the hill with some difficulty, due to all the slippery leaves, damp from the overnight rain. It didn't seem like anyone had gone that way before, so it was exciting to explore.

He slid a few times going down the hill, but managed to keep on his feet. He went into the area where it seemed darkest, and moved cautiously. Every time a branch snapped from him walking on it, he would jump. It felt creepy down here. Different. Something was not right with this place. He kept moving on though.

Finally, up ahead there was a small clearing. There he saw a shack of a house. It was ancient, with gray faded boards without paint. The windows had that old-fashioned glass that was not very clear, so you couldn't really see in. There was a large porch, with a couch and other furniture. He walked up the three steps and onto the creaking boards.

Tommy's heart was beating rapidly, and he was shaking from the adrenaline surge he felt. Part of him wanted to run away, but he was determined. He knocked quietly on the door and waited, but there was no answer. So he knocked again, even louder.

 

The door swung open, but there was nobody there. Tommy looked inside, but couldn't see much because it was so dim.

"Hello?" he said, but no reply came. He stepped inside, and looked around.

Suddenly, the door slammed closed behind him. He went over to it, but it was locked. He was trapped inside the house.

"Who dares trespass in my house!" demanded a voice.

Tommy whirled, expecting to see an old hag dressed in rags. He was very surprised indeed to see a young woman with long blond hair. She wore a white dress, and had a ring of white daisies on her head.

"What, you think that just because I'm a witch I'm supposed to look old and ugly?"

"Well...that's what they say" said Tommy in a squeaky timid voice.

"Well, *they* are wrong, aren't they?"

"I guess" said Tommy.

"What is it you want? You are very brave to have come here, so I expect that you have an urgent matter which you want me to help with?"

"Exactly!" said Tommy, overjoyed that she understood. "I have...you see, its....I...um...well let me put it this way. I love this girl and...."

"And you want me to help you? You want me to make her fall in love with you?"

"Yes!! You understand!"

"I understand young man, but no, I cannot help you with this."

"Why not? Don't you have any powers?" he said, shaken. How could she say no?

"Well, first of all there is a something called Free Will. I do indeed have 'powers' as you call them. You would be surprised to find out what I can do. But no, I will not use my powers to interfere with someone's Free Will. I will not *make* her fall in love with you."

Tommy looked like he was going to cry.

"There is..." started the witch, "...another way. But it is *you* who would be subject to my powers. *You* could agree for me to use my powers on you, so it is not a violation of your Free Will. You would do this willingly, and on your own."

"Yes! What would I have to do?"

"This girl you love, did you feel love at first sight for her?"

Tommy nodded.

"That is because she exactly met your inner ideal image of a girl. She has her own inner ideal image, but you did not meet it. Otherwise, she would have fallen for you instantly. She here is what I propose to do. I will create a spell which will change *you*, to meet her ideal expectations. *You* would have to change, to become exactly what *she* desires most of all, in her very soul."

"So if she likes a guy with black hair, or taller or something, then I would change to be that way?"

"Precisely. Now tell me, do you have a picture of this girl with you? Or do you have something which used to belong to her?"

"Yes Ma'am. Here is her school picture. I carry it in my wallet. And here is a ticket for the school play. I sat behind her, and she dropped it. I keep it with me too, because it was *hers*."

"Excellent. You will need to give me both items, and you will not get them back."

"I'll be getting *her*, so it would be worth it" said Tommy, smiling.

"Do not smile yet young man. There is one further matter. I do not go around granting favors out of the goodness of my heart. I want to be repaid. If I do this for you, I will call on you one day to do something for me. It may not be something you like, but you must agree to repay your debt in the future. And you do not want to find out the punishment, should you fail to live up to your end of the bargain."

"I agree" he said.

"So quickly?" she said.

"Yes. I really love her. I would do anything for her."

"Very well. This is a blood bond. I am going to poke you with this needle, and put a drop of your blood onto this paper."

She poked him, put a drop of blood on the paper, then pressed his index finger down to make a fingerprint.

"Now you owe me a blood debt. I will call on you some day to repay it."

"How will I know it?" he asked.

"You will know" she replied enigmatically.

* * *

 

An hour later, Tommy was heading back to the trail, then to his Uncle's house. He had small pill the witch had given him, in a heart shaped locket. He was to take this pill in Heather's presence, then touch her, and present to her the locket. Then it would all happen by magic. He clutched the locket, determined not to let it out of his sight.

"Where were you? We were looking all over for you!" said his father.

"Walking in the woods" he said.

His father lectured him about safety, and how you can't be too careful these days. But soon, the incident was forgotten, and the vacation continued without incident, although the time could not go fast enough for Tommy. He desperately wanted to be back at school, so he could take the pill and become the object of Heather's inner desire.

* * *

 

As Tommy finally rode the bus to school on Monday, he could hear the witch's words.

"At first when you take the pill, touch her. Immediately, she will see you as her ideal. During the course of that day, you will change, so that you become one and the same as her perfect vision of love. As part of the spell, those that know you will take the changes in stride as if everything is normal. So if you suddenly grow three inches, lose 20 pounds, and change hair color, you mother will not freak out. She will see it as normal for you. Only *you* will notice the difference."

 

The first three class periods seemed to take years. Then it was finally time for English Lit. Tommy raced to his seat, and waited for Heather. She showed up, and as usual sat down without giving him even a glance.

Tommy sprung to action. He took the top off of a plastic bottle of water, took the pill out of the heart shaped locket, and swallowed it quickly. He took another deep drink of water, to make sure the pill was all the way down, then he bravely stood up. He took two steps forward, so that he was standing next to Heather, and he touched her on the wrist.

"This is for you" he said, handing her the heart shaped locket.

Heather looked surprised. Tommy felt uncomfortable as she stared him in the eye, with her mouth slightly open in amazement, then looked him up and down from head to toe. He didn't feel any different. But clearly, she looked at him in awe. It was working! She saw him as the perfect ideal she had always dreamed of.

 

Ever since Heather was young, she knew that she was different from the other girls. She had preferred playing with the boys, and had trouble relating to the girls. Her parents thought that she was a tomboy as she grew up, but they didn't realize half of the truth: Heather only liked boys as friends. Her attraction laid elsewhere: the girls.

It was an awkward situation for Heather. She would dress up and act like a girl, so that she would fit in at school. But she never really felt like she was one of them. And the way they were so quick to pick on anyone for being different...she dared not open herself up and ask one of them out.

Now here was this shining golden girl, standing by her desk, looking right at her! And she could tell from her pretty blue eyes that she felt the same way as Heather did. In fact, this Tammy even dressed like a boy, to show that she wasn't afraid to let it be known that she preferred girls. It was Heather's dream come true. Her dream lover.

 

"Th..thanks" said Heather, stammering nervously. Tommy could not believe that he was making *her* nervous? He didn't realize that pretty girls got butterflies too. She had always seemed so confident and self assured. But if he felt that way around her, why shouldn't she feel that way around her ideal love? Him?

Heather pulled back her long hair, and put the locket around her neck.

"Thank you Tammy" she said.

Tommy had never noticed her accent before, but he decided it was cute. Kind of British or something. He just beamed, and looked into her eyes, like she was doing with him. He could not believe it; everything happened exactly like the witch said it would. Heather was in love with him now! He was floating on air. He looked down, as she took his hand in hers.

"All right class, time to get started" said the teacher.

Tommy had to return to his desk, behind Heather's. But she kept glancing back to him and smiling or winking. And they passed notes back and forth to each other. She told him she wanted to have lunch together! Tommy was in heaven.

 

They walked hand in hand down the hallway, to the cafeteria. They got stares, but Tommy decided it was because everyone was so jealous of him. After getting their food trays, the sat together at a table in a quiet corner. As Heather sat down, Tommy wondered what he looked like in her eyes. The captain of the football team was sitting down at a nearby table, and Tommy wondered if he'd look like that tomorrow.

"What do you think of him?" asked Heather.

"Not my type" replied Tommy. He thought the guy was arrogant and mean.

"I know what you mean. Even though he's got a great body, I've never felt attracted either."

Tommy was somewhat confused by that remark, but he let it go. All that mattered was that he was alone with his love, and she loved him now! They ate their lunch together and chatted.

"You know, when I looked up today and saw you standing there today, I looked into your eyes, and I just melted inside. You were just so perfect! Everything I've ever dreamed of. I didn't think I'd ever meet someone like you, or if I did, that you'd want to be with me."

"That's just how I felt when I first saw you!" said Tommy. "It was love at first sight. One look, and I knew you were perfect."

"And you too, except one thing" said Heather.

What was wrong? The witch said he'd be perfect in every way!

"What's that?" said Tommy.

"Well, I don't know how to put this, but you need some serious help in terms of fashion. I don't mean to be insulting, but..."

"Oh no, I'm glad to have someone who can help me. I'd love you to teach me all about how to put together a better outfit."

"Really?" said Heather, her face lighting up. "You'd let me dress you up?"

"Of course" replied Tommy. His cousin Amy had always teased him about how poor of a dresser he was. So it wasn't too surprising that Heather wanted to work on his choice of clothes. She seemed to love that he was willing to let her do that, instead of being resistant. So he *was* in fact perfect for her.

He hoped he'd end up tall, like Bill from the basketball team, or big like Jack from the football team. He hoped he wouldn't be puny, like the nerdy guys from the math class. He looked at all the guys in the cafeteria, wondering which of them he would end up being more like.

"Are you looking at those guys?" said Heather.

"Not really..." replied Tommy.

"Oh, its all right. I'm not jealous or anything. I do it sometimes. But you prefer girls?"

"Of course. Especially you" said Tommy.

Heather looked so relieved. Under the table, she kicked off her shoe, and rubbed her leg up against Tommy's. He had a grin from ear to ear. This was the best day of his life.

* * *

 

After school, Heather had softball practice, so Tommy went home for a while. They planned to meet that evening at her house, with the excuse of doing homework together. Tommy was so excited about things, that he hadn't noticed any of the changes yet. His body had already undergone several changes, with many more to come.

 

He went to his room, and started to clean it. What if *she* came over? He didn't want her to think he was a slob. So he cleaned up the junk, made the bed with fresh clean sheets, vacuumed, cleaned up the closet, and cleared the piles of stuff off his dresser and desk.

At dinner, he would have to tell him mom that he wanted to go out. He dreaded it, because she was so strict sometime.

"Mom, I want to go over to a friends house to study tonight for a test."

"Who is she?" asked his mother.

Tommy was stunned. How would she know it was a girl he was going to see? Did it show that much?

"Her name is Heather. She's in my English Lit class."

"That sounds very nice dear. Don't stay out too late. Call us if you need a ride home."

"Thanks mom!" said Tommy, very surprised at how she was treating him. They never had a great relationship, like she did with Tommy's older sister who was away at school now. It was rare for her to treat him as well as she had treated his sister. It really was a great day.

 

It was time to head over to Heather's house. Tommy walked over, and knocked on the door. Heather's mother greeted him.

"Ah, you must be Heather's friend that I heard so much about today. Won't you come in?"

"Thank you Ma'am" said Tommy.

"Would you like a cup of tea dear?" she said.

"No thank you" replied Tommy.

"Heather's room is at the top of the stairs to the right" said her mother.

"Heather, your little friend is here!" she called out loudly, up the stairs.

"Tammy, come on upstairs!" yelled Heather. He went on up to her room.

"Wow" he said, looking at the walls. She had pictures of swimsuit models, just like he had on his walls. He never imagined that a girl would use them to decorate her room. Heather motioned for him to come sit on the edge of the bed next to her. She sat very close to him. He could see the love in her eyes.

She gave Tommy a kiss as they hugged.

"Oops, I had better lock the door, just in case" she said. She got up, went to the door, and turned the lock. Tommy was very exciting now.

"You said I could dress you up" said Heather.

"Sure!" said Tommy, enthusiastically. He was very eager to please her. It was very easy to agree to a request from her.

Heather went to the closet, dug around, and came out with an outfit.

"Take your clothes off" she said.

The words were barely out of her mouth when Tommy started pulling off his clothes as fast as he could. He thought it was strange, he should have been shy about this. But she told him to do it, and bang! He just did it.

Heather stared at him, with a mixture of desire and amazement.

"You don't wear a bra?" she said.

"Of course not" he said. Why would he wear a bra?

"And you wear boxers?"

"Yeah."

"Not anymore. Not if you're with me."

"You want me to wear briefs?" he said.

"No silly. Panties."

She went to the dresser, and returned with a pair of panties and a bra.

"Put these on" she said, handing over the panties. She turned her back as he put them on. He felt very silly, but he put them on right away. It was what she wanted, so it was what *he* wanted.

"Now put this on" she said, handing him the white lacy bra.

He took it from her, and put it on too.

"You need some support baby" she said. "You don't want to be all saggy when you're older, do you?"

"No" said Tommy. That didn't sound like a very good thing, although he didn't understand what she meant by it. He felt very silly wearing her underwear, but he was willing to look past some little strange kink like that for her.

"Promise me you'll always wear a bra, every day" she said.

"I will. Every day" he vowed, really meaning it. He didn't even really think about it, he just agreed. It only started to bother him a little how quickly he caved in to a demand like that, without protesting.

"What do you think of this outfit?" said Heather, handing the clothes over to Tommy. He looked at what she had selected: a black skirt and a matching tank top."

"I don't know..." he said. Why would she want him to wear *that*?

"Put it on, then we'll make out" she said. Immediately, he hurried to get into the clothes. She must be testing him or something. He put on the top, and felt strange having bare shoulders, and so much of his chest exposed. Then came the skirt, which felt even stranger.

"Wow, look at you. You're a hottie. You didn't show it when you dressed up in those boy's clothes. You look much better dressed like that."

Tommy was going to say something, but Heather rushed over to him, put her arms around him, and started kissing him. He was too swept away from the feeling of making out with the girl of his dreams, that he didn't protest how weird this all was.

 

There was a knock on the door, and Tommy froze.

"Girls?" said Heather's mom. "What's going on in there?"

"Just playing around mom" said Heather.

"I have some milk and cookies for you. Why don't you come down here and spend some time with your mother?"

"As mom, I have a friend over!" said Heather, shaking her head.

"Come on, it won't hurt. Just a few minutes. I'd like to get to know your friend Tammy a bit too."

That was funny. Heather's mother called him 'Tammy' too. But then again, perhaps Heather got her accent from her mother. That made sense.

Tommy took a step towards the door as Heather unlocked it. He felt the skirt brush against his legs. He looked down at himself. The bra even made it look like he had little tits.

"I can't let her see me like this!" he said.

"Aw Tammy, don't be so shy. Don't tell me that you don't dress up sometimes."

"No, I don't. I don't feel comfortable letter her see me like this."

"Come on Tammy, its not so bad dressing like a girl. I think that you just need to get used to it. That's all."

"But she'll see me dressed in girl's clothes!"

"I know you have your image, but do this for me. Please."

Tommy went out her door, and down the steps. He gulped. Heather's mom would think he was some kind of freak dressing up like that.

"Well Tammy, don't you clean up well. Perhaps after our snack, we'll see how you look in makeup."

Oh no, she was in on this too! Both Heather and her mom wanted him to dress up like a girl! There was no way he was going to put on makeup. No way.

 

After eating the snack, Tommy excused himself to use the rest room. As he closed the door, he heard Heather's mom say "Your girlfriend seems very nice."

It was almost as if she had been treating Tommy like he was a girl all along. Like she didn't even realize he was a boy. He stared at himself in the mirror. He felt so strange wearing girl's clothes like this. He turned to the side to see his profile. These clothes almost made him look pretty.

He pulled up his skirt, and realized that there was no fly in the panties that she gave him, so he pulled them down. It seemed easier to sit down to go, so he did it that way. Like girls did. Oh well, nobody would ever know.

 

Back in the kitchen, Heather and her mother had makeup laid out on the table.

"Come on Tammy, you're getting a makeover" said Heather's mom.

"I don't know..." said Tommy. "I don't...."

"It won't hurt" said Heather. "Now come sit down here."

Tommy immediately sat down. Now this was way too weird. He did *not* want to get a makeover, but when Heather told him to do it, he just did without thinking. It really bothered him now. He felt so powerless as Heather put stuff on his face, and her mom did his nails. There were so many strange odors and sensations. And he just sat there and let them do it to them.

He was beginning to realize that part of being Heather's perfect lover must involve always doing what she wanted. He had brought this on himself! This was terrible!

"What do you think Tammy?" said Heather, holding out a mirror.

"I...I look pretty" he stammered, not believing it. He looked just like a pretty girl.

"See dear? You just needed a little makeover to look nice."

"I think you should wear makeup every day" said Heather.

"Please don't tell me to!!!" thought Tommy, praying that she wouldn't do that next, because then he'd have to go to school wearing it!

"Now you do me" said Heather.

"I don't know how" replied Tommy truthfully.

"Then we'll teach you dear. Now this is called foundation..." said Heather's mother.

 

Half an hour later, Tommy had done both Heather's face, and her mom's. By now, Heather's mom had told Tommy to just call her 'Leslie', and dispense with the formalities.

"You did much better on Heather. You're getting good with makeup Tammy."

"Thank you Leslie" he replied.

"You look so good all dolled up like that" said Heather. "Promise me that you'll wear that outfit to school tomorrow, and that you'll wear makeup too."

"I promise!" said Tommy enthusiastically, but inside he had such a sinking feeling. He would be the laughingstock of the school, wearing makeup and girl's clothes. But he could not find it within himself not to obey Heather. The day had just turned from the best one of his life, to the worst.

 

As they were putting the makeup away, the door opened, and in walked a younger boy.

"Ew, that's my little brother Drew" said Heather.

"Hello Andrew" said Leslie. "How was rehearsal tonight?"

"Good mom" he said. He paused, and looked Tommy up and down.

"Hello gorgeous!" he said, brazenly.

"Buzz off!" said Heather, throwing her head back in disgust.

She turned to Tommy.

"Every time I bring a girl over, he hits on her. He thinks he's big stuff."

"What do you say, babe?" he said to Tommy.

"Get away from me!" said Tommy in reply. That was disgusting. Heather's brother was treating him like a girl too. What was with this family? What had he got himself into.

"Well if you change your mind, my room is next to Heather's" he said.

"Mom!" said Heather. "Make him stop!"

"Young man, quit bothering your sisters friend!" demanded Leslie.

"Sorry" said Heather. "Little brothers are such pains."

Tommy squirmed, and felt uncomfortable.

"This bra is bothering me" he said to Heather.

"I was afraid of that" she replied. She went to Leslie, and whispered something to her. Leslie went away, and returned a minute later holding another bra, which she handed over to Heather.

"Come with me" said Heather, who dashed up the stairs. Tommy ran to follow her, compelled by her request.

"I was afraid that bra might not be a good fit for you" said Heather. "You're a lot bigger than I am, so mine is too small for you. But mom is a C cup, so this should work for you. But tomorrow, we need to go to the mall and get you properly fitted."

What was she talking about? Bigger than her? Get properly fitted? This was crazy!

"Go ahead, put that one on instead" said Heather.

Immediately, Tommy took off his skimpy tank top and Heather's little bra. It felt good to be free from the restriction of it. Then he put on Leslie's bra. It was a *lot* more comfortable.

"Here, look in the mirror" said Heather. "See, that one is much better for you. And it has an underwire, which is good for someone as big as you. I wish I had boobs that nice."

Tommy was staring in the mirror, and too shocked to speak for the moment. He was looking in the mirror, and seeing himself for the first time with boobs. Really big ones. They completely filled the larger bra, and seemed like they were trying to burst out.

"I'm stacked! I've got cleavage!" he thought to himself. His chest looked like the models on the posters on the wall. What had they done to him? They were turning him into a girl! And with the makeup on his face, the nail polish, and the long blond hair....

Long hair? When did he get long blond hair? When did that change?

 

It was only at that moment that he realized what was going on. The color drained from his face, and he felt weak in the knees. It was the witch's spell. His hair was supposed to change to be the color that Heather preferred, along with the rest of him.

And the rest of him was changing into a girl's body. Heather preferred girls! So to satisfy her deepest inner desire, he was becoming the girl of her dreams! No! This couldn't be!

But that wasn't all: he was blindly obeying any order she gave him. She liked a timid obedient girl, and he was becoming that. He smoothed out his skirt, and knew from the lack of a bump in the front that his chest wasn't the only thing that had changed. He really *was* a girl now, in every way. He looked in the mirror again, and saw just how pretty he was.

"See Tammy, that looks better" said Heather, putting her arms around him.

Tammy! It wasn't an accent, it was a girl's name! He had become Tammy now. A shiver went up and down his spine. He was a girl named Tammy now.

"You're such a pretty girl Tammy" said Heather, kissing him on the neck. "Promise me that you'll always dress up pretty for me. I want you to be the girly feminine one. I'll be the 'man' in our relationship."

"I promise" said Tammy obediently. "I'll always be your girl."

"Don't be scared now. This is perfectly natural" said Heather as she started to kiss Tammy, and put her hand on Tammy's rear.

* * *

 

Tammy was very confused when it was time to come home. How would her parents deal with the fact that she was a girl now? She snuck in the back, and hoped to make a straight shot to her room. She was exhilarated in that Heather loved her now, and vowed to be with her forever.

But she was also still in shock about how she had changed. She had expected to grow a few inches taller, or to get a new hair color. She hadn't expected to get a new gender. She was still wearing the outfit that Heather had dressed her up in, and had promised to wear it to school tomorrow. She carried a small purse full of cosmetics that Leslie had given her. She peeked inside the house. The coast seemed clear, so she made a break for it.

"Hold on there young lady!" said her mom. Uh-oh, she was in for trouble now. How in the world would she explain this. She looked sheepishly at her mother.

"Now how do you think you can just sneak in this house, without letting us know you made it home? And I didn't hear a car drop you off. You walked home? A girl has to be careful today dear. It isn't safe for a young girl like yourself to walk the streets alone at night. Please promise me that next time you'll call for a ride?"

"I promise" said Tammy. She was shocked that her mom was treating her as if she had *always* been a girl. And that she was more upset about her walking home alone, than anything else.

"You look very pretty dressed like that" said her mom. "You should do that more often."

"I will mom" replied Tammy. It was the truth. Heather had told her to, so she planned on it. She couldn't do otherwise.

"That's nice. We can go shopping tomorrow, and get you some pretty clothes."

"I need a bra too mom" said Tammy, much to her own surprise. Oh yeah, Heather had told her that she needed to get fitted for one.

"All right dear. We'll get you some pretty clothes, and some underwear."

"Thanks mom. Can I go to bed now?"

"Of course dear. Sweet dreams."

 

Tammy went to her room, and looked at the pictures of the girls in swimsuits on her walls. She was like them now. She never imagined it. But now she was a young girl, like them.

She took off her outfit, carefully hanging it up. Then she put on a large T-shirt to wear for jammies. She brushed her teeth, brushed her long hair with 100 strokes, and went to bed. She wondered how she knew to do that to her hair. It must come with the body? Or was it when Heather told her to keep herself looking nice?

She laid on the pillow. Normally, Tommy had slept on his stomach. But now that she was Tammy, she found that it was uncomfortable with her large chest. She laid on her back, and started to drift off.

Before falling to sleep, her hand wandered down to her panties, and gently stroked the outside of them, feeling the smooth mound underneath. And it wasn't long before her fingers crept under them to start exploring.

As a boy, Tommy had been fascinated with that part of a girl, and almost every night imagined himself pulling up Heather's skirt and investigating it. He had imagined putting himself into it, and how it would feel. And now, she was Tammy, and had a pussy of her own! It was beyond comprehension.

Soon, she had discovered her special places, and brought herself to orgasms several times. It wasn't all that bad, being a girl, she decided.

* * *

 

The next few months were a blur for Tammy. With high school graduation, there was a lot of studying to do, applying for college, and of course dates with her girlfriend. It was so strange doing things like shopping with her mom. Before, it had been a chore. But now, it was fun! And she got so many cute outfits, new shoes, makeup, lingerie, and the works.

She was used to dressing up in pretty clothes now, and had come to even like it. It was all worth it, because she had Heather, and they were in love with each other. But little did she know, things would soon change for her again.

 

Heather and Tammy were accepted at the same school. It was a state college, five hours from home. They drove up together in Heather's car, and shared a room in the freshman girl's dorm. It is every schoolboys dream to think of what goes on in there, but Tammy came to find out that it wasn't as exciting as the movies would have you believe.

That, and the fact that she was a girl now too, it kind of put a damper on the excitement. But it was Heather that she cared about, and now they lived together! It was a fantasy come true. But one day, Tammy was in for a shock.

"What do you think about this?" asked Heather, handing something over to Tammy.

"It looks like a big dick" she replied. "What are the straps for?"

"Lock the door, get naked, and I'll show you" said Heather.

Tammy could not resist a command from her lover. Soon, the door was locked, the shades drawn, and Tammy laid naked on the bed.

"Spread your legs wide" said Heather.

As Tammy did it, Heather pulled the straps over her legs, around her waste, and fastened them tight. She applied some lubricant, and walked over to Tammy on the bed.

"It looks like *you* have a dick" said Tammy.

"Yes, I do. And I want to put it into you Tammy."

She climbed on top, and slowly plunged it into Tammy's opening.

What a strange mixture of sensations Tammy felt! Seeing a perfect woman on top of her, long hair, pretty face, naked bosom. But to have that thing stuck down into her...it was such a different feeling from masturbating. It filled her up so much, and was somehow more satisfying. It touched more places all at once. And soon, Tammy started to feel wave after wave of orgasm.

"You like that, don't you?" said Heather.

"Oh yes!" gasped Tammy.

"I'm glad you do. I want to do this to you, all the time."

And from that day forward, she did.

 

Another shock came for Tammy a few weeks later, after Heather finished giving it to her with the strap-on one night.

"I'm going to do it. I've talked with a councilor, and I've decided to go through with it" said Heather.

"What?" replied Tammy. Heather hadn't told her anything was up.

"I told you how when I was young, I liked to do things with the boys instead of the girls? Well what I didn't tell you, is that I always thought I was a boy inside. I even like girls, just like they do. My parents made me dress up really femme, but now that I'm free, I'm going to be myself. I'm going to cut my hair, then I'm going to the clinic."

"The clinic?" said Heather, in shock.

"Yes. I'm going on male hormones, and soon I'll have the first surgery for my transition."

"Surgery???"

"Yes. I'm going to have my breasts removed."

"No! Please don't, they're so perfect!" protested Tammy.

"Sorry Tammy, but I'm going to become a boy. But don't worry dear, you'll still be my girlfriend. I want to make love to you as a man. I want to be inside you all the time, but have it really be *me*, not just some device I use. I can be manly, and you can be pretty and girlish."

She put her arms around Tammy, and kissed her. It was a wonderful kiss, but Tammy's head spun. Heather wanted to become a boy? She couldn't handle that! That feeling of fear, panic and horror from her first day as a girl returned. This was getting worse and worse now.

* * *

 

Over the next six months, Heather began her transition. Tammy cried when she saw 'Henry' starting to emerge from what had once been her girlfriend. Every day, *he* was more a man. And with each surgery, *his* body changed. There was still the seed of her friend Heather within him, but the male hormones were kicking in, and he was getting rougher and more aggressive. Hair was growing on his face and chest. And Tammy was stuck as his love slave. Any command he gave, she had to follow. It was not possible for her to disobey.

They couldn't stay at the dorm anymore, now that he was 'male'. So they moved to an apartment together. But that just made matters worse, because Henry dropped all pretenses of feminine behavior once he was away from the girl's dorm.

Tammy was starting to hate every day, and wished that she had never made her request to the witch. The witch! She realized that the witch had never come to her with the request for repayment of her debt. How much worse than this could it get?

She was about to find out.

* * *

 

One day, while walking back from the library, Tammy heard a familiar voice. She turned, and saw a woman sitting on a bench by the path. The witch!

"Tammy, come sit with me. How are you?"

"I'm miserable! Heather turned out to be lesbian, and now she's having surgery and taking hormones to turn herself into a man. Instead of me having the girl of my dreams, I've been turned into a girl, and my girl wants to be a man! And I have to obey his every command. I feel so helpless. I feel terrible. This is the worst thing that could have happened."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Not all wishes come out like we had hoped for. But enough girl talk. Tell me Tammy, do you remember that you owe me something?"

"I'm supposed to do something for you one day, to repay my debt."

"Exactly. Now the time has come to repay me. Do you recognize the boy in this picture?"

"It's Kyle, from the swim team here."

"Precisely. Now he is a freshman, and he has a deep dark secret: even though he is a hunk, he has never made love to a girl. As your payment to me, you are going to initiate him. You are going to seduce him, take him to a hotel, and make love to him."

"That's terrible!" said Tammy.

"I'm not done yet. I chose you for this task, because you were once a boy. And you know how it felt the first time you had to dress up in girl's clothes. Well, you see, Kyle is going to feel that too. Because you are going to slip him this pill, which will make him very open to your suggestions. And what you will tell him to do, is to dress up like a girl, before you make love to him."

"Why?" said Tammy.

"Because, it is his first time. And it never feels better than that first time. So by making him do it dressed up as a girl, then for the rest of his life, he will fantasize about being a girl, whenever he makes love."

"Why do you want to do that to him?"

"There is no need for you to know that information. All you need to know is that if you do not follow my instructions, then you will be punished. And you will not like my punishments."

"I promise, I'll do it."

"Very good. Oh, and one last thing: Henry wants you to get pregnant. He'll tell you tonight. When you make love with Kyle, that will do it. You will be a mommy soon. Enjoy!"

With that, she got up, handed Tammy a sheet with detailed instructions, along with the pill. Then she left. Tammy started to cry. Nothing in her life was right.

* * *

 

Sure enough, Henry told Tammy that night that he wanted her to get pregnant.

"The one thing I can't do as a male. But you will be the mother, and we can raise our baby together. You will start trying next week."

Tammy wasn't thrilled, but she could not disobey her love.

"Why next week?" she asked.

"That will be the height of your fertility cycle."

"How do you know?"

"I don't know about you sometimes Tammy. We've been together with a bunch of girls in a dorm. When chicks live together, our periods sync up. So we're still in sync with each other now. And I'll be at the height of my fertility next week..."

"...so I will be too" said Tammy, surprised to hear about girls synching up like that. It had been very traumatic when she had her first period. It was something that she didn't think she'd ever get used to. And now she was going to get pregnant.

* * *

 

As scheduled, Tammy seduced Kyle from the swim team, and got him to take her out to a bar for some drinks. She slipped him the pill in his beer, which he chugged in one big gulp. She tested him with a few requests, and found that he indeed was totally obedient.

"Take me to the Travel Motel Inn, on Highway 3" she said.

Fifteen minutes later, they walked into room 53, which she had rented earlier in the day. They stripped naked, and she could see that he really wanted her. He wasn't as big as Heather's strap-on, but Tammy did feel interested to see how this would compare.

"First Kyle, you need to do something for me" she said, reluctantly.

"What's that?" he replied, eager to please. He was about to get laid.

"Put my bra on" she said, "then stuff the cups full."

Without thinking, he did it. Then her panties. Then a skirt she had bought in his size. Then a sweater she bought too, and boots. He looked silly like that, but as the witch had told her she kept telling Kyle what a pretty girl he was.

"You are pretty. You are a girl. Your name is Kayla now."

"I am Kayla" he replied.

"Take you panties off Kayla, and pull up your skirt, so I can make love to you."

She made him lie on his back, and mounted him from the top.

"You are so pretty" she said. "I love your wet pussy. Your big boobs turn me on so much!"

It was moments later that he came inside her. It was a new feeling for her, but she had to admit that she was somewhat disappointed. He didn't last nearly as long as she would have hoped for. And he was too small. Heather's strap-on was much better at making her come.

But now the deed was done. As the instructions said, she told 'Kayla' to go to sleep. Then she put on her clothes, and left him there, laying on his back, with his legs spread wide. Is this how he would always want it in bed now? What horrible thing had he done to deserve this?

But she had bigger problems to worry about: her baby.

* * *

 

As Tammy laid on her back, she felt the latest contraction. It was the biggest one yet. She looked up at Henry's bearded face, as he held her hand in support. She could feel the wedding ring on her finger, and looked at the simple gold band on his hand.

Having the baby grow inside her really changed her perspective on the world. She no longer felt such resentment about being a girl. Her maternal instincts had kicked in, and she felt as much a slave to the baby as she was to Henry.

But life wasn't all bad for her. She had true love, she had a family, and she finally accepted her femininity. She and Henry would have a happy life together. She pictured a house in the suburbs after Henry graduated college. She would concentrate on raising the children, and Henry would be the breadwinner.

"Push! Breathe!" implored Henry as the next contraction hit her. The pain was great, and she was covered in sweat now. But she could feel the baby kick, and couldn't wait to hold her in her arms. She could just sense that it would be a girl.

Just like her.

  

  

  

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