The Witch, The Warlock, and Me

by Teddie S

 

A Witch coming into my life means major changes, not only for me, but for a certain Warlock.

- Meeting Dianna -

I met Dianna in my sophomore psychology class. We had assigned seats, and she ended up sitting next to me. She was one of those girls that most guys would figure that they'd never have a snowballs chance in hell with. She was drop dead gorgeous. Long black hair, down to the middle of her back. The face of a movie star, with a body to match. And, she had an air about her that said, I know who I am, I know what I want, and I always get my way. If she looked at you, it was like her dark eyes where looking into your soul.

We sat next to each other through the first three weeks of class, never exchanging a word. Until one day the prof, as an experiment in trust, had everyone pair off, and guide each other around campus blindfolded. As luck would have it, I ended up paired with this gorgeous girl. To start with, I didn't even know her name.

But, right off she said, "Hi Jason. My name's Dianna. But, you can call me Di."

I stammered a bit, "Oh. . . . Ah. . . . How did you know my name?"

"I've heard you and your friends talking."

The experiment was to trust your partner to lead you around campus blindfolded, and not run you into any obstacle. Dianna volunteered to let me lead her around first. So, she slipped on the blind fold, and I took her hand. And, what a hand, long fingers, perfectly manicured nails, very soft, and a number of interesting rings.

In leading her around, it was like she anticipated my every word and movement. Once, I forgot to warn her about a curb, and she just stepped off of it like she knew it was there. When it was her turn to lead me around, it was like I was also anticipating her. Neither of us had any problems. This was weird, as we heard from some of the other pairs that they were having all kinds of problems. Tripping over, and walking into, all kinds of things.

When I walked into class the next time, Dianna was already there, she looked, smiled, and said, "Hi Jason."

I couldn't help but smile at her, and say, "Hi Dianna."

"Remember it's Di."

"Sorry."

"That's all right."

We sat through class, and listened to the problems that various pairs had with the experiment. When the prof asked if there was anyone that didn't have problems. Both Di and I raised our hands. The prof explained that this is very rare, and usually happens when people know each other very well. We told him that we had only met in this class.

As class was breaking up, for some reason I asked, "Di. Would you like to do something on Friday night?"

And, I thought, 'What the hell are you thinking. This girl would never give you a second glance outside of class.'

She looked at me, smiled, and said, "That would be nice. What did you have in mind?"

I nearly lost it. She had said, yes. I was able to get out, "There's a concert in the quad at eight."

"That would be really nice."

We went to the concert, and then stopped at a local pizza place afterward for a bite to eat, and something to drink. We just chatted about the concert, and our classes. Afterwards I walked her back to her off campus apartment. This university has a rule that freshmen, and sophomores, are supposed to live either at home, or in the dorms, as I did. And, I asked her, "How did you luck out getting to live in an off campus apartment?"

She smiled, and said, "I just pulled some strings. I hate room mates that I don't have a choice over."

"I know what you mean. Mine is a neat freak. Everything has to be in its place."

We said goodnight, with a "See you in class on Monday."

We went out a few more times during the semester, but nothing much happened. During the break between fall and spring semesters I went home. And, when classes started in the spring, not only was Di in one of my classes, but in three of them, and sitting next to me in each one.

On the first day of classes, and in the first class we shared together. I was there first, and wasn't paying attention to who sat next to me until I smelled her perfume. The perfume she wore was unique, intoxicating, and you couldn't miss it. I looked over, she smiled at me, and said, "Hi Jason."

"Hi Di. Have a good semester break?"

"No."

"No?"

"Yea. There was no one around."

"Sorry to hear that."

"That's all right. I found some things to do."

Class started just then, so no more chit chat. When the class was over, we walked out of the room together, and we both headed in the same direction. So, I asked her, "Where your next class?"

"In Lee 218."

"Me too."

With a smile, she said, "Small world."

"I guess. It might help to study together."

"It just might. And, maybe do other things together too."

Was she hinting that she wanted to go out with me again? Maybe.

We sat through that class, and as we walked out at the end of the period, she went to turn left, and I went to turn right. We both stopped, and she said, "Let me see your class schedule?"

"Sure.", I said, as I handed her my schedule.

"Interesting. We have these two classes together on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. And another one on Tuesday, and Wednesday."

"Really."

"We can do a lot of studying together.", she said, as she handed me my schedule, smiled, and started to walk away. But, stopped, turned, looked at me, smiled, and said, "See you tomorrow Jason."

I returned the smile, and said, "See you Di."

The rest of the week, we sat next to each other in class, and went to the library to study. On Thursday, I asked her, "You like basketball?"

"Sure."

"Want to go to the game on Saturday?"

"I'd love to."

On Saturday afternoon we sat through a very boring basketball game. Our team lost, one- hundred-three to eighty-five. As we walked across campus, she asked, "Want to stop by my place for dinner?"

"Sure."

With a smile, she said, "I think I can throw something together."

As we walked into her apartment, she said, "Make yourself comfortable, and I'll get dinner started."

I looked around the livingroom, and saw some interesting things. It appeared that she liked old things. There was a bookcase full of old books. I looked closely at them, most didn't have titles on the spine, and those that did I couldn't read. They were in a foreign language. There were a number of prints on the wall, which also appeared to be very old. But, her furniture was all new, very nice, and very comfortable. I sat in an overstuffed chair, and looked around the room some more. The one additional thing that caught my attention was a pentagram, in what looked like a very old frame, hanging over the fireplace. And, sitting on the mantel, on either side of the pentagram, were two black candles in gold candle holders.

She was back in about fifteen minutes, and said, "Hope you don't mind spaghetti, bread, and a salad. I've really got to go shopping."

"Sounds great. You've got a lot of interesting things in here."

"My mother gave most of them to me. But, I've picked up a few things on my own. I just love old manuscripts, and prints."

"Can you read any of the books? They all seem to be in foreign languages."

"They are. I can read a little, but I'm trying to learn."

We sat down to a very nice dinner. The table was a little different, most dinning tables are square or rectangular, this one was round, and very old. The chairs were also old, and appeared to be hand carved with many characters on them.

She then said, "I told you I liked old things. I found this table and chairs in an old antique barn. They were buried in the back, and I don't think anyone had seen them for years. I love digging in places like that. It took us an hour to dig out the table, and five chairs."

"You do this digging very often?"

"As much as I can. I did a lot between semesters."

 

After dinner we went back to the livingroom. I again sat on the overstuffed chair, and she sat on the couch. We chatted about a number of things, and then it turned to some of her things. She got up, walked to the bookcase, and picked one of the books. As she sat on the couch, she said, "Come on over, and take a look."

I couldn't resist being closer to her, so without any hesitation I joined her on the couch. She showed me the leather cover on the book, and pointed out the intricate hand-embossed scene on the cover. I really couldn't make out what it was.

She carefully opened the book, and started showing me some of the art work. It looked hand done to me, so I asked, "Is this all done by hand?"

"Yes.", she said, "Someone many years ago wrote this book, and did all the art work. It may be one of a kind. You can still see the very faint lines used to align the text."

Some of the art work was a little strange, showing the devil, and other types of devilish characters. Some of the characters appeared to be witches, not like most people think of them standing around a caldron, but in the woods, standing around a pentagram drawn on the ground.

The wording was in a language that I couldn't make out. Maybe an old European language. Di said, "I haven't been able to read this one yet. But, I will."

"Why don't you take it to the foreign language department? They might be able to help."

"It's more fun trying to figure it out myself.", she said with a smile, "It gives me something to do on cold winter nights, and I learn a lot doing it."

On one of the pages was a pentagram. I'd seen this before. I looked over at the fireplace, and it was the same pentagram that was hanging above the fireplace.

"Interesting. Isn't it?", Di said, as she noticed me looking at the fireplace. "I found that print, above the fireplace, at an old book seller in New England last summer. It's leather. And, just had to have it."

"Is it as old as the book?", I asked her.

"It appears to be. But, I don't know for sure."

She set the book down on the coffee table, turned, and looked at me. I of course looked at her. Who couldn't look at this beautiful face.

She finally said, "Jason. It takes me a long time to warm up to someone. I've been hurt too many times. But, you are a very nice person, and I like you very much."

I just looked at her for a few seconds, then said, "Who could hurt you?"

"You'd be surprised. They could, and they did."

I just shook my head. And, finally said, "A lot of my friends have said that you're out of my league. And, I've felt a little that way too."

"Jason. No. I'm really a down to earth person. I look at a person for what's in their heart. And, I like what I see in you."

She leaned over, and gave me a very soft kiss. Then sat back. We looked at each other for a minute, then I leaned over, and returned the kiss. She then got up, looked down at me, and said, "Do you like wine?"

"Yes."

"I'll be right back."

She was back in a couple of minutes with two glasses of wine. The glasses were actually goblets. Very fancy goblets. As she handed me one, she said, "Another one of my last summers finds."

She sat down, and offered up a toast, "To us."

We touched our glasses, and sipped our wine. I'm not a very experienced wine person, but this was very nice.

As I was leaving, she wrapped her arms around my neck, looked me in the eyes, and said, "See you tomorrow?"

I couldn't help but smile, and say, "Sure."

Then she kissed me. A long, soft kiss. Her kiss made the wine seem like vinegar. We held the kiss for a long time. As I was walking out the door, she held my hand like she didn't want me to leave. I really didn't want to either. But, we finally did.

When I got back to my dorm, a bunch of my friends were in the lounge, and I stopped in to see what was going on. My neat freak room mate was there, and said, "Saw you and that girl at the game tonight. Man is she out of your league."

I glared at him, and said, "John. Her name is Diana. And, just because she's one of the prettiest girls on campus, doesn't make her out of any ones league. It's how you feel about each other. Maybe one of these days you'll find out for yourself when you find someone that'll put up with you."

That got a few chuckles from everyone else. But, another friend, Paul said, "Just wait. She'll hurt you."

"You know.", I said, looking at Paul, "It might happen. But, I'll enjoy the time I have with her."

Di and I spent a lot of time together. In class, studying together, going places, and just being together. On weekends, she took me digging for things at some of her favorite antique places. And, we found some very old things, some she liked, some she didn't.

One Saturday, on one of these excursions, we were walking through a town that was about two hours from campus, and it had a number of old book stores. We were in and out of every one of them. In some we only spent a few minutes, in others we spent a long time. But, in one, we spent a very long time. It was like she was looking for something special, and knew it was in this store.

We looked in every room in the store, actually an old house. Finally, in a room on the second floor, she found something. A small, leather-bound, book. I looked over her shoulder as she carefully looked through the book. I could feel her excitement in what she had found, and I asked, "Why so excited?"

"Oh.", she answered, "This book is very old. Look closely. See the drawings, and the script."

"So, this is what you've been hunting for?"

"In a way. It's very well done. And, it will make a great addition to my library."

The book seller smiled at us, as Di paid for the book. Two-hundred and fifty dollars. And, I thought the books in the university book store were expensive. But, it made her happy. Very happy.

We found a nice restaurant, and she treated for supper. As we were eating, I asked, "So, what is the book about?"

"I'm not really sure yet. But, I know that it's an important work."

"So, you bought it not knowing what it's about?"

"Almost. But, I bought it for the beauty of workmanship done to make the book. The leather cover is very pretty, and well preserved. The penmanship is perfect. And, the art work really belongs in a museum."

When we were back at her apartment, she carefully placed the book in the bookcase. Then she turned to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and gave me a deep kiss. A very long, deep, kiss. Her kisses were still sweeter then any wine that we had shared.

Tonight turned into something special. I didn't make it back to my dorm. I've had sex with a number of girls, but there was something special about this. It was long, and slow. It felt really different. Really special. Like we belonged together.

We spent Sunday together, just doing things. I even went grocery shopping with her, and carried all the bags into the apartment. As I was leaving that evening, she gave me the deepest kiss that she'd ever given me.

The guys at the dorm gave me a real hard time about not being in the dorm on Saturday night. I just smiled.

Over the rest of the semester, I spent either Friday or Saturday night with Di. And, a few times the whole weekend. It was more than a lover's thing. It was more of a true couple thing. We did many things together. And, if I thought our first time in bed was special, I was wrong. Each time was better then the last. It was like we knew how to bring pleasure to each other without knowing what the other liked.

Later that week we were sitting at the dinning room table studying. Di looked at me, and said, "Jason."

I looked up at her.

She continued with, "There's something that I think we both feel for each other, and we've never really come right out and said."

"What's that?"

"I love you."

I continued to look at her for a few seconds, and said, "Di, I love you too."

She got up, walked over to me, and gave me a long, deep, kiss. Then said, "I know you do. And, it's time we told each other that."

 

- Another Dianna -

At the end of spring semester, I had a tough decision to make. To go home during the summer, or stay and take a few classes. If I went home, Di would be here alone for three months, as she wasn't going home for the summer. And, I'd miss her. Really miss her. If I took some classes, I'd have to find somewhere to stay, as the dorms were closed. In the end it wasn't a tough decision. And, I had a place to stay. With Di.

I had classes on just Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, which gave us long weekends. The first two weekends, we traveled a bit, doing some of Di's digging at various antique places. This was actually fun. When I arrived back at Di's apartment after classes on the third Wednesday of classes, I sensed something. Nothing bad, but just something. She was sitting in the livingroom, reading the little book that we had found during our spring semester trip.

I looked at her, and asked, "So, you figured out how to read that little book?"

"Almost.", she replied, "I've been able to read a lot of it, and the more I look at it the more I can figure out."

"What's it about?"

"It has a lot of history. Some old remedies, and things like that."

"So, it's interesting?"

"Very."

That night we were laying in bed, after a great round of sex, and with a serious tone to her voice, Dianna said, "Honey. There's something that you need to know about me."

I got up on an elbow so I could look at her, and simply asked, "What?"

"I'm a Witch."

"A Witch?"

She just nodded yes.

"Honey.", I added, "Are you all right? There's no such thing as a Witch."

Without a word, she got out of bed, took my hand, led me to the livingroom, and in front of the fireplace. She let go of my hand, faced the fireplace, clasped her hands together, and said something that I couldn't understand. Within seconds, the candles were lit, and a blazing fire was burning in the fireplace. She then said something else, and she was wearing a black cape lined in red.

She turned, and looked at me. I just stared at her in disbelief, and I guess it showed. As she said, "Believe me now?"

I just looked at her. The expression on her face was one of worry. One that said, I love you, but I had to tell you. I still wasn't sure if I believed that she was a Witch, but what she had just done . . .

I was finally able to ask, "Why are you telling me this?"

"Jason. I'm very much in love with you. I love you more than life itself. And, I felt you had a right to know about me."

I reached out, took her hand, led her to the couch, and we sat down. Again, we just looked at each other for a few moments. And, I saw tears in her eyes. She finally said, "If I lose you. I'll be devastated, but I'll understand."

"Dianna.", I said, "I'm not going to run away. I won't say that I understand what you just told me, because I don't. But, because I love you as much as you love me, I'll try to understand it. It's strange hearing your girlfriend say that she's a Witch, when you've always believed that there was no such thing."

I felt her hand squeeze mine. I pulled her toward me, and held her. She finally pulled back, took my face in her hands, and kissed me. Then said, "Jason I do love you so much."

"And, I love you."

I got up, took her hand, and led her to the kitchen. She sat at the table while I made us each a cup of tea, I figured that this might be a long night. I set her cup down in front of her, and then sat next to her, and with a smile, I asked, "You didn't cast a spell over me. Did you?"

She got a little smile on her face, and said, "Maybe I did, but not a Witch's spell. I felt something when I first sat down beside you in the psychology class. I knew if it was going to be something special that it would happen on its own. And, when we were paired together for that little experiment, I knew where it was going."

"You did?"

"Yes. I knew you felt I was out of your league, but I knew I wasn't, and didn't want to scare you off. So, I just let you take the relationship where you wanted to. I was a little disappointed when we didn't go out more that first semester. But, when we had the three classes together the next semester, I hoped that more would come of it. And, it did. And, I'm very happy that it did.

"I could have cast a spell, or made a love potion, to make you fall in love with me. But, I didn't want that. I wanted us to just fall in love like we did."

I sat there, looking at her, thinking, 'If she's really a Witch, can I handle it? Do I want a Witch for a girlfriend?' I answered my own questions, first by not running away, and second by saying, "I'm happy that it did too. I guess if you had cast a spell, I'd never known it."

"You wouldn't have known. But, I wouldn't have felt right about it."

"So, you're a good Witch?"

"Yes. All my female ancestors were good Witches."

"All your ancestors were Witches?"

"Mostly the female ones. A couple of the men were Wizards."

"How far back?"

"Before written history. Let me show you something else."

She got up, headed to the dinning room, and I followed.

She continued, "You know the pentagram over the fireplace?"

"Sure."

As she removed the table cloth from the table, she said, "This table has been handed down through the generations, as have the books, and other things in the livingroom. And, I can read all the books, except the new one that we bought."

The table had the same pentagram on it as in the print over the fireplace. We sat down at the table, and I said, "Shouldn't you put out the candles before they burn down?"

"No. They never burn down. They're very ancient. And, the fire in the fireplace won't burn down either."

"Won't it heat up the apartment?"

"Only if I want it to."

"You know, I always thought witches were ugly?"

She got a big smile on her face at that, and said, "And, I suppose we all wear pointy black hats, and ride a broom stick."

"I just thought . . . "

"Love. The pictures of the ugly witches were meant to scare little children. And, we don't wear pointy hats, or ride a broom stick, or boil children in caldrons."

"I'm sorry. But, . . . "

"I know love. It's just that the stories you've been told, or read, are all wrong."

We walked back into the livingroom, sat on the couch, and talked for a long time. Neither of us felt tired. It finally hit me that I was sitting there completely naked, and Di only had on the cape. She told me a lot of things. That she only practiced witchcraft to learn the art. That she's never used it on anyone, or for her own gain, except for a few times. Once to get the off campus apartment when she was a freshman. She just had to be alone so she could practice her art. And, then when she was closed out of a class. The class was on ancient Celtic history. It was to be taught by a visiting professor from Britain, and only offered one time. And, she just had to be in the class.

As our long talk was winding down, we sat there, and just looked at each other. Finally Di asked, "Well?"

"Well what?", I responded with a little smile.

"Can you accept a Witch as a girlfriend?"

"You've given me a lot to think about. I've found a girl that I can really love. She tells me she's a Witch, and proves it to me. And, she wants me to accept it. Can I accept it? . . . Hmm."

"Jason!"

I grinned, leaned over, kissed her, and said, "Yes. As long as, you don't use your powers on me."

She looked at me with a wicked grin, and said, "No promises on that lover. I just might turn you into a newt, and carry you around in my pocket."

"You'd do that. Wouldn't you?"

"You bet love."

She grabbed me, and gave me a very deep kiss. Then she said something, and the cape disappeared, the candles went out, and the fire in the fireplace died down to a romantic glow. We made love right there on the couch.

Over the rest of the summer, when ever I was studying, Di was reading the small, leather bound, book that we had bought. I'd look over at her, and she would be deep into her reading, every once in awhile she would mouth something, then maybe shake her head no, or maybe smile.

The rest of my summer classes flew by. Di and I continued to do our weekend traveling, and every once in awhile, she'd come up with a new find. We also did the things couples do, movies, dinners, long walks, and other things. Di never brought it up again that she was a Witch. She was content that I knew.

Right after my summer classes ended, and about a month before fall classes started, Di asked, "Would you like to go somewhere special?"

"Sure. Where?"

"To meet my mother."

"Ah. . . . Taking the boyfriend to meet mom?"

"Why not. She wants to meet you."

"She knows about me?"

"Sure. We share a lot of things."

"How much?"

"Almost everything."

"Nice. She'll hate me."

With a big smile, Di said, "No she won't. She'll love you."

"But, I'm sleeping with her daughter."

On Sunday we were on a plane flying to Di's hometown. As we were landing Di said, "Just remember, don't call me Di in front of my mom."

We walked into the airport, and I knew right away who Di's mother was. She was as pretty as her daughter, and didn't really look old enough to have a daughter Di's age. We walked up to her, Di gave her a very big hug, then said, "Mom. This is Jason Brightman. Jason this is my mother."

Her mom reached out her hand, and I took it. She held onto my hand, looked me over, smiled with the same smile that Di does, and said, "So, you're the young man that my daughter has fallen for?"

"Yes ma'am. I guess I am."

"And, young lady." she said looking at Di, "Are you behaving yourself?"

"Yes ma'am."

She looked at Di with a knowing smile.

We chatted as we waited for our suitcases, and then on the drive to her mothers home. A very nice, very large, older home, on the ocean side of town. As we walked into the house, Di's mother said, "I shouldn't do this, but you are living together at school. Your old room is ready for the two you with a new, queen size, bed."

I followed Di upstairs, carrying the suitcases, to her room. A very nice, large room, with large windows that looked out over the ocean. I set the cases down, walked over to one of the windows, and looked out at the ocean. Di walked up behind me, wrapped her arms around me, and kissed my neck. Then whispered, "Pretty view, isn't it. And, by the way Mom likes you."

"Are you sure?"

"Very sure. If she didn't, you wouldn't be staying in the house. Let alone in the same bed with me."

 

- Another me -

We were spending a week here, and her mom did make me feel very welcome. Di showed me around the small town, and we walked the beach every evening. On one of these evening walks, we stopped at a small restaurant for desert. We sat side by side at an outside table, enjoying the view, and each other.

Di asked, "Honey. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure. Anything."

"Would you like to experience something new?"

"Like what?"

"Well . . . You remember the small book that we bought?"

"Sure."

"Remember I told you that it had history and some ancient remedies in it?"

"Yes.", I said a little hesitantly. Just where was she going with this?

"Well there's more to it then that."

"Like?"

"It's a witch's book."

"I thought as much."

"I've been able to read it. And, it tells how to change things."

"Change things. How?"

"From one thing to another."

"Stop beating around the bush. What are you getting at?"

"The book tells how to change something into something else. Including people."

"People?"

"It gives spells to change people into things, or other people, or another sex."

"You're kidding?"

"No. It really does."

"And?" I'm not sure I like where this is going.

"And, I'd like to try it out."

"So, pick someone."

"That someone has to be willing, or it won't work."

"So, you need a willing victim?"

"Jason! Not a victim. Just someone that's willing to experience something new."

"And, you want me to be that someone?"

"I'd like that."

I sat there, and just looked at her. This was getting too weird. She wants to change me into someone, or something, else. Why? So, I finally just asked her, "Why?"

"Honey. You know I like to learn things, and practice my art. And, this is the first time that I have to involve someone else. And, you're my best friend. My lover. And . . . "

"I know. But, what are the risks? Will it hurt? Can it be reversed?"

"Jason, I would never, ever, hurt you. Of course it can be reversed, or I wouldn't even suggest it."

I got up, walked out onto the pier that ran from the restaurant out into the ocean. I stood there looking at the ocean, and listening to the water lapping against the pier, for a long time. I finally turned, looked at Di for a minute, then walked back to where she was sitting, and sat back down.

"You really want me to do this. Don't you?"

"Yes."

 

"And, you want to turn me into a newt?"

"No silly."

"Then what?"

"A girl."

"A girl!?"

"Yes."

"Why a girl?"

"It's actually the easiest change to do."

"Why?"

"Same species. Changing someone into an object, or into another species, is harder."

"This is important to you. Isn't it?"

"Yes. It's another step in learning my art. My mother can't even do this."

"Let me sleep on it?"

She got a smile on her face, and kissed me. We then walked slowly, hand in hand, and in silence, back to her mother's house. That night we made love. Long, slow, love.

The following morning, I rolled over, and looked at Di. She was still asleep. So, I just laid there, and watched her sleep. And, I thought about how much I loved her.

About fifteen minutes later she started to stir. She opened her eyes, saw me looking at her, and smiled. Then she said, "Good morning love."

I kissed her, and said, "Good morning."

We just laid there looking at each other. How can someone, just waking up, look so pretty? Then I held up one finger, and said, "Just once."

"Just once, what?"

"I'll let you do what you want to do. But, just once."

"Really!"

 

"Yes."

Her eyes lit up, she sat up, smiled, pushed me down flat on my back, and kissed me. A very long, and very deep kiss. When we broke the kiss, she said, "You're so wonderful."

By the time we came downstairs for breakfast, Di's mother had already left for an appointment of some kind. So, we made our breakfast together. As we were eating, I was looking at her, and thinking, 'Are we really going to do this? Do I really want her to change me into a girl?'

She looked at me, and said, "You're having second thoughts aren't you?"

"Ah . . . Kind of."

"Love. If you don't want to, we won't. But, nothing bad will happen. I promise."

"You can reverse it. Right?"

"Of course. That's the easiest part."

"And, changing me into the girl?"

"That takes a little more. Because I can mold you to look the way I want you to look."

"All right. When?"

"How about right now?"

"Now!?"

"Sure. Then you won't have to worry about it."

"I guess."

"Go on upstairs, and get undressed. I'll get the book, and be right up."

I slowly walked upstairs to our room, and undressed. Still thinking about this whole thing. If I didn't love her so much . . .

I heard her come upstairs, and looked at her as she walked into the bedroom. She was carrying the little book, and she looked at me. She had a very sweet smile on her face, and I couldn't help but smile at her. She walked up to me, looked me in the eyes, and said, "Jason. You are so sweet for doing this, and I love you so very much."

I just looked at her, with I guess a very nervous look, because she added, "I know you're nervous. But, I'd never hurt you."

"I know. All right. What do I do?"

"All you have to do, is lay on the bed, relax, and trust me."

"I can do two of the three. But, relaxing isn't going to be easy."

"I know love. It will be a new experience, but it should be enjoyable."

As I laid down on the bed, I asked, "What am I going to feel?"

"From what the book says.", Di replied, "You'll get a little sleepy. And, you will feel various things as your body changes. But, it won't hurt. And, if you really want to, we can stop at any time."

"What will I look like?"

"Like what I have in my mind. And, it'll be a surprise. Just relax."

I looked at her, took a deep breath, and said, "I'm all yours."

She smiled at me, opened the little book, read something, then slowly said something. Nothing happened.

"Jason." Di said, "Remember you have to be willing to do this. If you're not, it won't work."

"I'm sorry. I'll try."

I closed my eyes, tried to relax, and thought to myself, 'I want Di to do this. I want to help her learn.'

Di then repeated the words from the book, I felt very strange, very warm, and my whole body started to tingle. I got a little sleepy. I wasn't sure how long it went on, but it was at least a few minutes. When the tingling stopped, I opened my eyes, and asked, "What just happened?"

"Your bone structure, and muscle, just changed.", Di answered. "You have the body structure of a twenty-one year old girl."

"What's next?"

"Your face. Close your eyes, and relax."

I closed my eyes, and heard Di read another spell from the book. Again the strange feelings, the tingling, but this time just my head. When it stopped, I opened my eyes. Di was smiling, and said, "You have the face of a very pretty girl. Can I go on?"

"I guess. What's next?"

"Breasts, and your friend."

"Ah . . . "

With a grin, Di said, "Don't worry love. I'll be sure to bring at least that back. I like it too much to lose it."

"You'd better bring all of me back."

Di carefully read another spell from the book. This time, I felt the tingling in my chest. I could feel things changing. I figured that I was getting breasts. Before I could say anything, Di cast another spell, and what I felt this time was undescribable. It didn't hurt, but it felt very strange, like things were being sucked in, and rearranged. When the feelings stopped, I just lay there, and didn't say anything.

"Are you all right?", Di asked.

I couldn't answer her.

"Honey. Say something. Are you all right?"

Finally I said, "I think so. But, that was the strangest thing I've ever felt. What did you just do?"

"Made you a complete woman."

"A complete woman?"

"You've got a vagina and everything now."

"Everything?"

"Yes. You could even get pregnant."

"Don't even kid about that. Are you done?"

"All most. One more spell."

Di read the spell, and I became very sleepy. When I finally shook out the cob webs, Di was sitting on the bed holding my hand. She smiled, and said, "Welcome back."

"Thanks. I think." Wait, that wasn't my voice. "My voice is different."

"Of course it is. It's a girl's voice."

"You really did it."

"You doubted me?"

"No. But . . . "

"But nothing. You're a real girl."

I looked down at my body, and saw my breasts. I reached up, and touched them. They were real. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Di smile, and she said, "Yes, they're real, and they're yours."

I started to get up, but Di said, "I'd lay there for a while. You need to get use to your new body."

I did feel a little light headed. So I laid back down.

After about fifteen minutes, I was starting to feel better. Di was still sitting with me, and I said, "I'm feeling better."

"Good. Want to see the new you?"

"I'm . . . I'm not sure."

"I think you'll like your new self."

"I don't know if I'm ready for a new me."

"Come on. Up and at 'em."

I slowly got off the bed, trying to get use to the new body, and I felt the weight of my breasts for the first time. As I stood up, I noticed my legs were shorter, and my feet smaller. I looked at my hands. They were also smaller, and very feminine. Di stood next to me, and for the first time I could look her straight in the eyes, instead of down at her.

Di said, "I figured, that this time, I'd make you the same size that I am, so you'd have some clothes to wear."

"So, our bodies are the same?"

"Yes. You're five foot five, thirty-six C, twenty-five, thirty-five."

I slowly walked toward her closet, which has a full length mirror on the door. I saw a girl. A very pretty red head, with green eyes, very pouty lips, and with skin that was almost as white as milk. And, as Di had said, her body appeared to be just like Di's. A very pretty body.

Di walked up next to me dropped her robe, and stood next to me naked. We looked at our reflections for a minute or two. Then Di asked, "Well do you like it?"

"If it wasn't me. Yes."

She smiled, and said, "But it is you."

"She's very pretty. But, you're prettier. Now change me back."

"Change you back."

"You found out the spells' work. And, it feels really weird looking at this body, and knowing that it's me."

"Maybe I should change your mind to a girl's."

"You wouldn't?"

She gave me a look of, don't bet on it. Then she said, "Jason, love. I gave you the same body size as I have for a reason. So, that you could stay as a girl for a while, wear my clothes, and see what it's like."

I looked at her, and thought, 'I guess I could. What could it hurt?' Then I said, "All right. I'll stay this way for a little while."

She took my face in her hands, and gave me a long, deep, kiss. Then we wrapped our arms around each, and held each other. Our usual kisses made me feel very warm inside, but this one felt different. I felt very warm inside, actually a deep tingly warm, that turned into a shiver. And, there was another feeling, a new feeling, our naked breasts touching. When we broke the kiss, I said, "You can kiss me like that, when I look like this?"

"Lover. I can kiss you no matter what you look like. Because I know it's you and what's in your heart." And, she kissed me again.

When we broke that kiss, she walked over to the drawer where she had put her things, took out two bras, and two panties. And, she handed me a bra, and a pair of panties. Putting the panties on was easy. And, I had watched her put a bra on a number of times. But, when I tried it, I couldn't get the hooks fastened behind my back.

She was watching me. She smiled, walked behind me, and fastened the bra. Then she nibbled on my ear, and whispered, "It comes with practice."

She then showed me how to adjust my breasts in the cups. Again, I'd watched her do this many time, but it hadn't sunk in. But, feeling the bra wrapped around my chest was a completely new experience.

She handed me a pair of shorts, and a top. I had no problem putting these on. Then came a pair of sandals with two inch heals. These weren't too bad to get use to. I stumbled a little, but quickly got use to them.

Di then brushed my hair a little. Looked at me, and said, "Just a little makeup. Maybe just lipstick."

She took a pencil, and I watched in the mirror, as she lined my lips in a dark red. Then she took a tube of red lipstick, and a brush. And, used the brush to apply the lipstick to my lips. Again, I'd watched her do this, but hadn't paid much attention. When she was done, this redheaded girl had very kissable lips. And, looked cute in the outfit she had on.

Di stood back, looked me over, and said, "Looking good girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?", I said.

"You can't be a boyfriend looking like this."

I frowned at her.

With a little smile, she said, "Don't frown. It causes wrinkles."

 

- A little shopping -

We went downstairs, and as we walked into the kitchen Di asked, "So, what are we going to do today?"

My immediate response was, "Stay here."

She turned, looked at me, put her hands on her hips, and said, "Now that would be boring, and a waste of a beautiful day."

"I'm not going out looking like this."

"What. A very pretty girl?"

"No. A very pretty girl that use to be a boy. And, wants to go back to being a boy."

"And, who's going to figure that out?"

"I don't know. Someone will. I'm still a guy inside."

"No one will. I could turn your mind into a girls, but then you wouldn't remember anything."

"Maybe you should have."

"Jason!"

"I'm sorry. But, it feels so weird, sitting here looking and feeling like a girl, but knowing I'm a guy."

"I'll make a deal with you."

"What?"

"You stay as a girl for the next twenty-four hours. And, if anything happens, no matter where we are, we'll come back here, I'll change you back, and I'll never bring it up again."

"And, if nothing happens."

"I can change you when I want to for the next month."

"Twenty-four hours?"

"Yes."

"No spells to make things go your way?"

"No spells. But, you can't do anything to make something happen either."

"And, if nothing happens you can change me into anything you want, whenever you want?"

"For a month."

I sat there, and looked at her for a few minutes. Then said, "All right. But, one thing."

Her eyes lit up, and she smiled, as she said, "What?"

"You can't change me into anything strange."

An hour later we were parking the car in an off street parking lot in a small coastal town we hadn't been to before. She got out, and I just sat there. Di stood at the front of the car, looking at me. She finally put her hands on her hips, gave me a look of, come on lets go. I finally got out of the car, and walked up to her. She said, "Don't worry love. You look very nice."

I just gave her a look of, yea, thanks.

Then she, and said, "What are we going to call you?"

"Call me?"

"We sure can't call you Jason. So. What's your girl name?"

"I don't know."

"So, I get to pick?"

"Why not. You created me."

"All right. . . . Abigail."

"Abigail!"

"What's wrong with Abigail?"

"Nothing, I guess."

"There better not be. It's an old family name."

"But, Abigail."

"Is Abbey any better?"

"I guess."

My answer must have been a little too sarcastic, as she looked at me in away that said she was not happy, then she said, "Jason. You promised."

"I'm sorry. But, it still feels so weird."

"I know. You've got the body of a cute, sexy, girl. And, the brain of a guy. I really should have changed your mind too."

"No. I'll try. But, you've got to help me."

"Sweetheart. This was my idea. I'll help you in any way that I can."

We walked the block to the main street of the town, and I felt like everyone was looking at me. This town had a lot of small, quaint, stores. We slowly walked down the street, looking in the various store windows. Most of these stores were speciality type stores. Di was mostly interested in were the clothing stores. We'd stop in front of them, look in the window, and if she saw something that interested her, we'd go in.

One was a lingerie shop, and we were in there in a flash. This shop had some very sexy things. And, Di was shopping like she was with a girlfriend. She would find something that she thought was cute, show it to me, ask me what I thought, and I would just shrug my shoulders. Finally she got a little disgusted with me, and pulled me aside.

"Abbey.", she started, "I want your opinion on these. I want to know if you think they're cute, and would look good on me. Or, maybe on you."

"Me?", I said.

"Well, your girl self."

"But, I don't know anything about girl's underwear."

With one of her wicked smiles, she said, "Well you sure know how to get it off me quickly enough."

"Yea. But, that's Jason, not Abbey."

"But, Jason's here too. Isn't he?"

"Yea."

"So, what would Jason like to see me in?"

"You really want to know?"

"Yes."

I had seen something when we walked into the shop. So, I took her hand, and lead her over to a counter that had, along with other things, a very sexy red satin bra and thong set on display. And, I just said "This."

"What?"

"The red bra and thong."

"Show me."

"Show you?"

She leaned close, and whispered, "Don't be shy. You're a girl right now. Pick it up, and show me."

I broke out in a sweat. And, looked at her like she was crazy.

"Go on, love.", she said, "Show me."

Reluctantly I picked up the bra, and showed it to Di. And, she said, "Abbey. That's so cute. It would look wonderful on you. Lets go try it on."

Again, I just looked at her. But, she looked through the bras, found one that was a thirty-six C, took my hand, and led me into a changing room.

"Are you crazy?". I asked.

"Love. Girls try things on."

"But, I thought you want this for you?"

"I do. Remember, if it fits you, it'll fit me. If you try it on, then I'll get to see what it looks like on me."

I reluctantly took off my top, and reached behind me to take off my bra. I had a little trouble, but managed to get it off. Di handed me the bra, and I slipped it on. Just like earlier, I had problems reaching behind me, and fastening the hook and eye fasteners. Di just shook her head, walked behind me, and fastened them for me.

She walked back in front of me, looked at the bra, and said, "How does it feel."

"Like a bra. I guess.", I said.

"No silly. Is it comfortable? Does it support you?"

"Yea. It's comfortable. I guess it supports me. And, . . . "

"And, what?"

"It kind of feels nice."

"Feels nice?"

"The material feels nice on my skin. It's soft and cool."

"Really."

Di looked at the bra closely. Checked the straps, and the support. Then she nodded her approval, and asked, "So, Abbey. Do you think Jason will like me in this?"

I couldn't help but smile a little, when I replied, "Yes. I know he will."

I changed back into my clothes. My clothes? And, we went back out to the counter where we had found the bra. Di found a matching thong in her size, and she went to pay for them. I actually looked around a little more. I did notice that Di and the sales girl were having a nice chat.

As we were walking out of the store, I said, "You and the sale girl had a nice chat."

"An interesting chat.", Di said.

"Going to tell me?"

"Lets get some lunch."

We found a nice little restaurant that had outside tables, and ordered a light lunch. As we were sitting, finishing out drinks, Di said, "That sales girl asked me if we were lesbian lovers."

I nearly choked on my drink, as I repeated, "Lesbian lovers."

"I thought she was a little forward, and told her so. But, she said our body language said we were lovers."

"What did you tell her?"

"Nothing. I just smiled. Then she said, that if we were, there was a club in town that she thought we might be interested in."

"Club?"

"She said there's a club in town, that twice a month has a girls only night. And, it's become a lesbian meeting place. There's dancing, drinks, and other things. And, I guess it can get wild from time to time."

"You don't?"

"Don't what?"

"You don't want to go. Do you?"

"No love. I'm no lesbian. But . . . "

"But what?"

"I do love you. And, right now you're a girl. Then maybe I am a lesbian. But, I'll bet when Jason's back, I'll love him as much as I love you. So, then I wouldn't be a lesbian. Would I?"

"I guess."

We spent another two hours in this town, visiting all the stores. And, on the way home, I asked Di, "Are all girl's clothes so soft and nice."

"Most of them. Why?"

"Just wondering."

"Wondering what?"

"The clothes you gave me this morning were much softer then anything I have. But, the bra at the shop was very soft, and nice. So, I just wondered if all girl's things were that way."

"Yes. Most of them are. All mine are."

It was interesting. After spending a little better then seven hours in a girl's body, and five of those in that town, I was feeling almost comfortable in my new body. No one had given me any strange looks. I'd been looked at by a number of guys, but I had ignored them.

I guess I'd been a little too quite for Di, because she asked, "Why so quiet?"

"Just thinking."

"About?"

"How I feel."

"How's that?"

"I'm feeling comfortable right now. And, I don't know why."

"Maybe it's that you've gotten use to the body. And, that your fears of looking like a girl is gone."

The rest of the way home we just chatted about the day. Then as we were pulling into the driveway of her mothers home, I said, "Your mom?"

"What about her?", Di replied.

"Me. Looking like a girl."

"She knows."

"She knows?"

"Sure. That's one reason we came here."

"Huh?"

"Just in case something happened."

"You weren't sure this would work were you?"

"I was sure. But, it never hurts to have help close by, if you need it."

"You scare me."

As we walked into the house, her mom was sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper. She looked up, and said, "Dianna. And, this must be Abbey. So, did you two girls have a nice day."

"It was fun being with Abbey today.", Di said, "She's a great girlfriend."

"I can tell you didn't have any problems with the spells. She's a very pretty girl."

I think I actually blushed.

That evening we did our usual walk on the beach. Hand in hand. And, as we stopped at a favorite spot, Di looked at me, and said, "Jason. I'm really proud of you, doing this for me. And, I won't hold you to our deal."

"It's Abbey until tomorrow.", I said, "And, a deal is a deal."

"No honey. You don't have to."

"Lover. I've never gone back on a deal. And, I'm not starting with you."

She turned, looked at me for a few seconds, and then kissed me. It was a long, soft, deep kiss. Neither of us wanted to break the kiss. But, we heard voices off in the distance, and they were getting closer. After we'd broken the kiss, she whispered, "Might not be good for people to see two girls kissing." I could hear the smile in her voice.

"Who cares, we're lesbians aren't we?"

"You are so bad."

That night as we were getting ready for bed, Di handed me a small package. I took it, and asked, "What's this?"

"A present for my best girlfriend.", she replied.

I opened it, and it was a very pretty, short, black satin, nightgown, with matching panties. I looked at her, and she said, "Well, you can't sleep in what you usually do."

I smiled at her, and said, "You're right."

I undressed, slipped on the panties, and nightgown. They felt nice, very soft, cool, and satiny. We crawled into bed, and kissed good night. My mind wanted to make love to her so bad, and I think my body did too, as I had some strange feelings. Feelings that I'd never felt before. But, I just held her like I usually do, and fell asleep fairly quickly.

The following morning, after I shook out the cob webs, I tried to figure out why I felt so strange. Then I remembered yesterday. I rolled over, and just looked at Di, who was still sleeping. In a few minutes she opened her eyes, and I whispered, "Good morning lover."

She smiled, and said, "You look so pretty." Then she kissed me, and said, "I love you."

I just smiled, and kissed her back. I still wanted to make love to her. Right then and there. But, we crawled out of bed, and walked downstairs to the smell of breakfast. As we walked into the kitchen Di's mother said, "Good morning girls."

Di said, "Morning mom." And, I got out a, "Morning Mrs. Bragge."

"Abbey, you can call me mom."

I looked at Di, she smiled, and with a little smile, I said, "Good morning mom."

The three of us ate our breakfast together, and as Di's mom had to go out right afterwards, Di and I cleaned up the dishes. As I was putting the last glass in the cupboard, Di said, "Well, love, are you ready to change back to Jason?"

I had thought that I would jump at being changed back to Jason. But, I didn't say anything, I just looked at her.

She asked, "What wrong?"

"Nothing.", I replied.

"Jason?"

"There's nothing wrong."

"Do you like being Abbey?"

"In a way."

"Jason?"

"Once I got use to the body, realized that there was no way that anyone would know it was me, and relaxed. It got interesting and fun."

"Interesting? Fun?"

"Some of the things I felt. How the clothes felt. How people interacted with me. And, how you treated me. It was fun being your girlfriend."

"How I treated you?"

"It was like I was your special girlfriend."

"Special girlfriend?"

"I could still feel your love for me even though I was Abbey. It was as strong as your love for me when I'm Jason. But, it was different."

"Different?"

"I can't explain it. But, it felt good."

Di took my hand, pulled me to my feet, and then pulled me up to our room. As we walked into the room, she said, "I need to change you back to Jason."

She pulled me toward the bed, stopped long enough to remove my robe. I was still wearing my nightgown and panties, when she pushed me down on the bed. The little book was on the bed side table. She picked it up, and turned to a page. Looked at me, set the book back down on the table, bend down, and gave me a very long, very deep, kiss.

When we broke the kiss, she picked up the book, looked at me, and said, "Jason, I love you so much."

I looked at her, and replied, "I love you, too."

She opened the book, and read a spell. Again the strange feelings, I felt things start to rearrange themselves inside me. This time it felt like things were being shoved out of me. Di read a second spell, and I felt things changing on my chest. A few spells later, and I was beginning to feel like my old self. With one last spell, I fell asleep.

When I awoke, Di was sitting next to me, holding my hand. And, she said, "Hi."

I replied, "Hi."

She bent down, and kissed me. The kiss turned into more. Much more. And, after a long round of love making, we were laying there looking at each other, and she said, "I've needed that since last night."

"Me too.", I replied.

 

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