Now begins one of the most important phases of Cindy’s life. She becomes friends with a new student, a beautiful Latina girl who is living with Andy’s family. Donna Brewer is an orphan and a ward of the state. We don’t know her background yet; however, it has been very tragic. She is welcomed into Cindy and Bobbie’s circle. Their lives will never be the same.

If you haven’t read the previous stories about Cindy and how she arrived where she is now, you should probably read them. Start with “An Incremental Journey”, “Cynthia and the Reluctant Girlfriend”, “Cynthia and the Dumpster Diver”, and “Cynthia and the Moment of Truth.” “Cynthia and the Christmas Gift” is looked at from a slightly different perspective in this story. There are some interesting revelations of what went on behind the scenes.

This story is a bit longer than the previous ones in this series. It is 13 chapters and 34,000 words long. The High School Years, Part 2 is partly written, but nowhere near ready to post. I will try to post at least one chapter this weekend.

I have researched the Spell’s—R-Us Universe diligently and cannot find anything that violates it, other than that The Wizard is a bit kinder and gentler than sometimes reported. Don’t get me wrong. Given an opening, The Wizard could resort to some of his more ironic and nasty transformations.

Once again, Holly has taken time out of her busy and hectic schedule to correct my many and grievous errors. Thank you so much!

This work is copyrighted by the author and any publication or distribution without the written consent of the author is strictly prohibited. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of the characters to persons living or dead is coincidental.

Chapter 3

Cindy was firmly ensconced in the high school environment and so much had happened, the first year of high school was gone practically before she realized it. She no longer had to try to act like a girl, or young woman. She had caught up quite well. Her old personality had been thoroughly absorbed, the dichotomy was gone. She was popular even though she didn’t seek popularity. She wasn’t that much of a joiner, and there were certain aspects of high school life that just didn’t appeal to her.

She felt that the mystique of being a cheerleader was ridiculous. Probably part of that was due to the fact she felt it was an exploitation of women. Bobbie insisted that she get involved in sports, even if she wasn’t very good. Strangely, it turned out she wasn’t a bad athlete; she just needed encouragement, and Bobbie saw to it that she was encouraged. Cindy had become a strong swimmer, partly due to her near miss with death in the pond that winter many years before.

The country club her family had joined had a 50 meter pool and a diving pool. They had hosted a number of swimming events over the years and Cindy started competing in some of the events. Many in her age group had a distinct advantage in that they had been swimming for years; however, Cindy did very well in the competitions, and the next thing she knew, she was on the high school swim team.

Cindy accomplished many things by being on the swim team those first two years of high school. Winning a race was not among them. There were comments, some of them not out of earshot, about the fact the drag created by her bust line probably cost her several races. She took it all in stride. Winning wasn’t that important. And if the truth were known, though she might have been able to use magic to give her an edge, that had never been considered. She remembered what Bobbie had said to her Grandmother Naomi about the fact she would never use magic to enhance her golf game because it wasn’t in the spirit of the game.

What it did accomplish was that she became more and more part of the social group. She was happy. She made several new friends, and among them was Donna Brewer. Donna had moved to the area at the beginning of Cindy’s sophomore year. She was very quiet and made no attempt to mix with the other girls. She was very attractive, and she was athletic, as Cindy was to quickly find out. They had only one class together that semester, and that was gym. Their lockers were almost next to each other and they were in position to appraise each others’ physical qualities rather quickly.

Cindy had developed as her mother had thought she would. There really hadn’t been much guesswork involved, as Cindy’s refinements were due to the spell that had changed her mother from a brunette with rather average endowment in the bust department to a stunning platinum blonde with perfect DD breasts. As The Wizard had said, Cindy inherited her mother’s genetics as well as her father’s. She was now 5’ 8”, and her bust was a perfect, for her body, D cup. As her mother had expected, her waist had trimmed down to 26 inches. Her hips were decidedly female, and the overall impression was definitely that of a well proportioned hour glass. Her body was also well toned and would never know the meaning of cellulite.

Bobbie’s insistence that Cindy maintained good physical conditioning would reap many rewards over the years, and right now it was garnering some very appreciative glances from Donna Brewer; not that Cindy wasn’t giving Donna’s figure some appreciative glances as well. Where Cindy was a well packed and stacked blonde, Donna was considerably different. She was about 5’ 6” with a dark complexion. Her breasts were proud little beauties that perched high on her rib cage and stuck out impudently for all who could, to see. She probably didn’t need a bra; however, school dress codes required she wear one. Her body, to put it mildly, was ripped. She wasn’t bulky by any means; it was just that there was muscle definition everywhere.

These mutual appraisals took all of three seconds as the girls undressed and donned their gym togs.

“Hi, I’m Donna Brewer,” she said as she stuck out her hand to encourage a hand-shake.

“Hi, yourself, I’m Cindy Lewis. You’re new here,” she responded as she took Donna’s hand in her own.

“Yeah, I live with the Andersons. They’re my family of the year. I just moved in there a couple of days ago.”

“Oh, I don’t know what to say. I mean, are you adopted, or something? I’m sorry, that was rather insensitive of me.”

“No, I’m not adopted. No one would have me anyway. I lived in a children’s home near Fallsville, and it burned down. The Andersons were nice enough to take me in until the county can find another facility for us. They’re nice people, and they don’t seem to be too worried about me.”

“Why are they worried about you? Are you sick or something?”

“That would be ‘or something’. I don’t want to talk about it now; maybe later.

“Say, who is that gorgeous redhead I saw you with? You and she make quite the couple.”

“That’s Bobbie Schmedlap. We’re best buds, and have been for a long time. Do you have lunch next period?” Donna nodded. “Why don’t you have lunch with us? I think you’ll like her, and we can introduce you to our friends. Bobbie’s the best golfer on the school team. She’ll probably go pro someday.”

“I didn’t know there was a girls’ golf team at this school.”

“Oh, there isn’t. She’s on the men’s team. She beats all of them.”

The regular gym classes rotated through a number of sports, and Cindy’s class was starting out in soccer. Soccer was still an alien sport for many in the U.S. It was difficult for many of the girls not to use their hands if there was an opportunity to do so, and Cindy was no exception to this weakness. Donna was something else. When the opportunity arose, it was as if she and the ball were one. Her footwork was amazing, and it wasn’t long before several of the coaches were neglecting their own students and were standing on the sidelines watching Donna put on a demonstration of the way the game was supposed to be played.

“Wow, you sure know how to play soccer!” Cindy exclaimed at the end of the period as she stood under the shower nozzle in the community locker room shower.

“Actually, in most places in the world they call it football. Thanks for the compliment. I learned to play in Germany when we….” Donna stopped talking and turned to immerse her face in the warm shower water. She didn’t complete the sentence.

For the second or third time that morning, Cindy got a rather strange feeling. It came and went, and it was difficult to attribute any significance to it. It was almost like a sense of wrongness. Something was not right, but she couldn’t tell what it was. The Wizard had been working with Cindy and Bobbie on the differences in aura; however, this was not like anything they had encountered in any of their training sessions. She was going to have to tell Bobbie, and they were going to have to talk to The Wizard about it.

Cindy did a quick retouch of her makeup and noted that Donna barely redid what little she was wearing.

As they headed from the gym to the cafeteria, Donna started opening up a bit. “You’re not exactly a slouch out there, Cindy. You play pretty well for not having been exposed to the game.”

“I try. I’m on the swim team. Bobbie keeps after me about staying in shape. I don’t have the physical skills like you and she do. She also plays fast pitch softball. She’s the best player on that team, too.”

They entered the cafeteria, dumped their books on a shelf, and proceeded to make their selection of items of mostly unpalatable food from the serving line. They found a spot by one of the outer walls.

“Ah, here comes Bobbie and her latest admirer. He’s real nice, not like some of the lost puppies she’s dragged around in the past. His name is Andy Anderson.”

“Yeah, I know him,” Donna said looking up from her salad. “I live with him. He’s okay I guess, if you like boys.”

Cindy turned to look at Donna. She wondered if that statement had a greater implication than she thought. She wasn’t going to worry about it too much. People are who they are inside; and she and Bobbie would be the last people on earth to criticize anyone for his or her sexual or gender orientation.

“Hi, Donna, I see you’ve met Cindy,” Andy said, greeting the two girls. “This is Bobbie Schmedlap. Cindy’s probably told you they are best friends.

“Bobbie, this is Donna Brewer. She is living with us this year. She was living in the home in Fallsville before it burned down. She’s cool.”

Andy, actually Felix, but no one would ever call him that to his face, was a junior. He had been the number one seed on the golf team when Bobbie showed up, and he, as had the others on the team, showed her no mercy as far as the comments that were generated. The golf coach hadn’t been too pleased about being forced to have a young woman on the golf team, but he figured ‘What the hell’, he would have to put up with her as an alternate, and probably would never actually have to put her in competition.

There was a seeding process, as in each tournament, each player would play against a player of similar seed from the other team. They would determine the seeding for their first tournament by a stroke play tournament among the team members at the nearby country club.

The guys were really nasty to her. There were three foursomes, and Bobbie through the luck of the draw was in the last group to tee off.

“Okay, Bobbie, you have to hit the ball down there between those trees. See those red balls down there? That’s the lady’s tees. Are you sure you don’t want to hit from there?”

“I’ll tell you what, fellows. We’ll play El Paso Rules.”

She had won the honor, and teed up her ball. The boys were riding her unmercifully. She took a couple of practice swings.

“Hey, Bobbie, you have to stand closer to the ball if you want to hit it.”

“What’s that, you’re lying three already and you haven’t even hit it yet.”

Bobbie backed off and scowled at her tormentors.

“That’s enough fellows. At least give her a chance to hit the ball.” The coach had to give the impression that he would be fair.

Bobbie addressed the ball, took a slow back swing, and unleashed a drive that caused some jaws to drop. The ball started down the right side, then gently drew to the left, bounced off the gently sloping side of the fairway, and came to rest in the middle about 290 yards from the tee. The silence was deafening.

She leaned over, giving a couple of the boys a brief glimpse of cleavage, picked up her tee, and stepped to the side of the tee box.

“Okay, guys, El Paso Rules, remember?”

Andy was next to tee up. “El Paso Rules, what are they?”

“Surely, you’ve heard of El Paso Rules? If your drive doesn’t pass the lady’s tee, you have to unzip your pants and let your dick hang out for the entire hole. I thought everyone knew what El Paso Rules were. I mean, the lady’s tee is only a hundred yards away. Surely, you big strong men can hit the ball further than that.”

Andy didn’t stand a chance. He made the mistake many golfers make, especially those who don’t play in much competition. He tried to kill the ball, and topped it. It didn’t go 50 yards. The cheers and jeers were almost deafening. Poor Andy picked up his tee and slunk bank to the side of the tee. His face and ears were burning. Not one of the other players was able to hit their ball as far as Bobbie did on that hole, and she was out-driven only on two of the other holes. The only reason for that was that she had deliberately laid back for strategy reasons.

As the foursome approached Andy’s ball, Bobbie walked up to him. “Andy,” she said quietly, “you don’t have to play El Paso Rules. It’s okay. I’ll let you know when you have to comply.”

They turned in their score cards to the coach at the end of the round. “Not bad, Anderson, a seventy-five should keep you in the number one seed position.”

“Uh, coach, Bobbie shot a seventy, and I think she sandbagged. She’s unreal.”

Andy asked her out the next week. Bobbie gladly accepted.

Next: Things will never be the same for Cindy again. Cindy and Bobbie’s powers continue to develop. The four friends go to the beach for one last time before fall sets in, and Cindy learns about the tragedies in Donna’s life.