Synopsis: Morwen a witty girl, who happens to have once been a boy lives day to day with a rather unique life. She is a Witch and a Gypsy. Lifes never the easiest for Morwen, even with her powers that gives her simplicities in it.

Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this. Similarities of the story among any other stories movies etc are purely coincidental.
Visitors are coming, Morwen have a one on one conversation with her mum, Morwen and Nathan have are unkindly interupted

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Chapter 53
 
 
I awoke in the morning feeling slightly better, though I was still scared from yesterday. I was cold out of the blue, and grabbed my house-coat and put it on and my pink slippers. Though I knew I had to get past my fears sooner or later, and so I headed for my bathroom and locked the doors; one that led to Mark's bedroom and the other that led to mine. I looked out the window of the bathroom, and noticed the snow covering the ground.

'looks like Mark is gonna have his first winter experience as the man of the house, have to get him to shovel' I thought to myself with a giggle at the thought, thankfully I never have to do that again myself. A smile appeared on my face, as I thought 'I think I will need to get seasonal attire...shopping trip, yay'.

I went to the mirror above the kitchen sink and stood in front of it a few feet away, and turned left, then right. Maybe it was in my head, but I could swear I was getting bigger in the tummy. It is only a couple of days of my pregnancy, though I am sure I couldn't have grown as much as I am thinking in such a short time.

I will be 16 in a few monthes, and then I will need to get my 'Magick License' by the MPS (Magical Priorities Societies). Though come the next few weeks I will have to decide, continue my magical education at an institution such as at Lillian's Academy for Witches, though I would have to take part time courses, and not full time as I have a child to raise.

I took a shower and continue to think, I wonder if this would be the child I foresaw, or would it be later. I figured maybe I should ask Nathan if he would like to pick out other names. After all, if need be we might have a boy or a girl that isn't alike the girl I foresaw, the name I picked was for the one I foresaw, and so I believe it would be important to have others picked so as to be safe. Not to mention, that by last name's we would have to decide together as well; would our children take my name, our names put together or even his name as either Smite or Barton.

Were would we stay though too, would I move in with him and Mr. Barton, would he move in here with us, or would we get our own place. The thinking was overloading my brain, and even I can get headaches from thinking too much.

I got out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around my chest that came to above my knees and another I wrapped around my hair into a turban like image. I could have used my powers, but sometimes even I like to do things the hard way.

I unhooked the door (The lock was a hook) to my bedroom, and entered drying myself off. I got dressed in my lilac undergarments and dress, and sprayed myself with some perfume. I did my makeup and put on purple polish on my fingernails. I had to use my telekinesis, on the polish wand on my toes because I was worried about bending to much as I was worried about the baby.

I know I worry so much about the baby and she or he isn't even born yet. It must be my instincts and worry-wort side that tends to take over my mind sometimes.

I went downstairs, and Mark wasn't up yet. Mum was waiting for me at the table, she sat there drinking her juice. She told me before that when your pregnant your not supposed to drink coffee, and she doesn't like tea. So she drinks juice, it's sweet which she doesn't like however it is better than tea.

Mum looked up and said "Good morning".

I smiled at her and said "Morning mum".

Mum sipped her juice, and called to me as I was grabbing the juice from the refrigerator. "When you are done in there I want to have a word with you"

"OK, what about?" I replied from the kitchen as I grabbed a glass from the cupboard.

There was a moment of silence before she answered, you could tell she didn't want to say it but knew it had to be said "About what you and your bo...y...friend was up to" you could here her sniffle as she said it as she blew her nose.

I must have frozen as I continued to pour some of the juice in my glass began to over fill and dripped off the counter onto the floor. Hearing the spilling, I came out of my semi-unconscious state. I grabbed a rag from under the sink and cleaned up the mess, throwing the rag on the floor and used my foot to push the rag back and forth. I then took the dish cloth out of the sink and cleaned the counter and around the glass.

I took my glass, and walked back into the dinning room. I felt humiliated as I sat there with her staring at me and then the table back and forth. This conversation even though questions still weren't asked felt like humiliation of eternal time, I wanted to get it over with so I spoke up first.

"What do you want to know mum?" I asked quivering.

Mum looked back at me from the table and said as if she was coming out of thought, "hmm, what was that sweety?"

"I asked, what you wanted to know. You know, about me and Nathan." I replied with annoyed humiliation about having not only break the ice, but also had to embark in asking the humiliating question again.

"Did you use protection?" she replied quizzically.

I was dumbfounded, 'did she know' I asked myself. I sat in silence for a moment and looked to my lap and felt my stomach with my right hand and answered "No".

Mum's top lip quivered, she sighed and she blew her nose. Something troubled her, even I couldn't make sense of it, maybe it was just her worry of me, but there seemed to be a lot of repression built up inside of her that still I couldn't understand nor comprehend.

"Did you enjoy it?" asked mum like it was nothing to be ashamed of.

I once again, as it was a rather embarrassing comprehension. I was dazed by remembering the night. I felt myself glow inside just thinking about it, and before I could think what to say it popped out of my mouth "More than you can ever realize" and smiled, before realizing I had said it out loud.

Mum smiled, and then frowned. She must still have much confusion as what she said next was rather displayed.

"Are you gay?" asked mum.

I felt like I was struck by a giants punch. How could she even think that, it is fairly obvious, if I was gay I would be a guy that liked guys. I am a girl and like a guy, she is definitely off her rocker.

I chuckled a little at that and answered "of course not, if I was gay I would be a guy. Or to the most a lesbian. However, I am a girl mum and I like my guy. So I am by far not Gay in any way!"

Mum replied "But you are a guy, well were and like guys."

I shook my head, she just wasn't getting it. Maybe she just needs professional help, though it be hard to find a psychologist that will explain to my mother how a transgender witch got magical help from a gypsy to turn the witch into a normal girl, and happens to like guys, is most definitely not gay. If she were to tell them that, well the doctor would ship mum off to the psych-ward so fast there would be a road-runner cloud behind her.

"Mum, I can't believe I'm gong to break my prude characteristics but here it goes. I am a girl, a woman now. I have a vagina, a period, breasts, hips wide enough to carry sextuplets in time, so I am certain that I can say I am not a guy any way any more. Therefore my likeing guys is not in any way homosexual, but to be blunt and properly literal and grammatical, I am gay because I am happy" I stated, my anger was starting to carry, and I could feel my energy begin to load.

Mum thought for a moment and said "Just because you are a shemale, doesn't..."

I lost it, and shattered the glass while she was holding it. Mum screamed as some of the glass cut her hand.

"Don't you ever call me that word again, never!" I said my voice nearly growling at her, if I had been a dog, she might have been running or just frozen in fear.

"That's the word they used when I was in school, young lady. I didn't know there was anything wrong with it" replied mum nearly cowering at her error in judgment of wording.

The phone rang, and I got up to answer it. On the way I said "Now you do!"

"Hello" I said answering the phone.

"Hello, is this the Fletcher residence?" asked the woman on the other end of the line. Her voice sounding very familiar, though the static of the call as it was long distance seemed slightly odd.

"Yes, and the Hearth, may I ask who's speaking" I asked.

"Oh mind my manners, I am getting older but still young, this is Ellen, Lillian's mother" answered the woman. Then it clicked, Grandma.

"Hi Grandma, how are you?" I said, in excitement.

"I am fine dear, how are you Mary?" asked Grandma.

"Mary?" I asked, and continued "I am doing fine, but I am not Mary" I giggled on the phone.

There was silence for a few seconds, and she continued "Oh dear, I am so sorry, it has been a while. Your voice just sounded so feminine I figured it must have been Mary's. How are you then Derek?"

So it figures, mum has been so ashamed of us that she never told grandma. This is going to be difficult.

"Well Grandma, this is going to be rather difficult to tell you. I am Morwen Hearth, I used to be Derek" I stated to Grandma.

There was a dead silence on the other end of the phone and then, she asked to speak to mum. Within moments of bantering back and forth, as they have not been on the best of terms in the last couple of years. Mum said "OK, we will see you tomorrow afternoon. Bye..." And she hung up the phone.

Grandma was always a hippie at heart. She always told me she loved me no matter what, to this day I have no idea if I ever told her about my gender problems when I was younger, though I guess she may have always known. Though, with her you never know. My grandparents met at the picket lines at a park, grandma said it was during a vacation to the stated in the 60's. Golden Gate Park, grandma wore flowers in her hair, and the typical hippie tie-dye mu-mu that she was able to wear and red sunglasses.
Grandpa, was much different having already had to provide for his family he didn't have the time to embark in the 'make love not war' movement. He was in the front of the picket lines, telling it how he saw it. His words caught my grandmother off guard and they then looked into each other's eyes and fell in love. So in a matter of words my hippie grandmother fell in love with my as she called it 'uptight' father who represented 'the man'.
She still had the hippy inside of her, though she fell into the more dominated role of housewife and caregiver. She always said, it's peace that has always been fought for in time one way or another, though she believed it could only be fought for with words and the heart. I always held what she said close, though even I have my bad days.

"Your grandmother, will be here tomorrow around 1 in the afternoon" said mum walking back into the dining room as she continued "Your grandfather, your Uncle Paul and your Great Aunt Cathy will be joining her. We will tell them everything tomorrow".

Mum looked upset and nervous. I can understand why, grandma was a gossip a big gossip. In a way of saying she was the tabloid reporter and Aunt Cathy is her Camera, pen and paper. The family is the magazine, in a sense its an analogy, but not much of one compared to the drama and gossip of the family and how quick and extensive it all gets around.

 
Chapter 54
 
 

I went and saw Nathan at his place, it had been over a day since I have seen him. I was still cold, I put a Warming Spell on my spring jacket, so it should last until this evening when mum, Mark and I go to the mall in Ottawa. I don't feel much like teleporting in any way just yet as the nauseousness, is bringing me down.

"What has got you down hun" I asked as I looked at Nathan. He seemed zoned out, lost, depressed, angry and scared.

"I got a call, from my father's secretary" answered Nathan.

"Mr.Barton has a secretary?" I asked, having a spazzed moment.

It put a slight grin on Nathan's face and he replied "No! My birth father, he made an appointment, when to come and see me!"

"An appointment, wow isn't that fatherly. When is he going to see come and see you?" I asked trying to joke.

"January 8th, 5 days after my birthday" replied Nathan with his head hung low.

Changing the subject Nathan asked me "Well did your mother have a talk with you?"

"Yes! It was horrible and embarrassing" I replied, ticked at the reminiscence.

Nathan had the gull to chuckle and hold back a laugh at that. I swatted him with my hand on his back causeing him to hunch forward and say "You hit like a girl!"

"Ya, and I am damn well proud of it!" I replied.

He mulled me close into a hug, and we embraced in a long standing kiss. We throttled our tongues, and moved our lips. Nathan moving his hands about my body, I repaying the favour. Mr. Barton walked in on us and "Uh hummed!"

"Sorry dad, we were just catching up" said Nathan.

"Well that's all good, just you two can finish your catching up downstairs in the family room. I thought we had it clear last night, after our chat. No girls in your room, now get!" Stated Mr. Barton, eyeing Nathan opening the door for us to escort us out. Mr. Barton stopped me as I was about to leave the room.

"You young lady, should know better. I had a chat with your mother yesterday morning, you should keep clear from using your wiles on him to much or you could end up pregnant, young lady" said Mr. Barton with a tone, that made me feel like he no longer cared much for me.

"Understood Mr. Barton, I think I should be going anyway" I replied, and I left. I wanted to cry, and I did the moment I left the house.

To be Continued...