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Season of The Witch -
Part Seven by: Enemyoffun
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Author's Note: Yes I'm alive :) Sorry for the delay I got wrapped up in several different things, one of which was finishing a certain game before its sequel came out---then I got wrapped up in said sequel. Ah, the addiction of video games. Anyway, here's Ch. 7 finally done.I'd like to thank djkauf and Indy for the magical editing and everyone for enjoying this universe :)
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SEVEN:
The bright light was shining down on me when I opened my eyes, so bright that for a split second I thought it was the end. You know the saying “bright light at the end of the tunnel”; well I thought this was it. I’d had some kind of brain hemorrhage in the bathroom and I died there. What a shitty place to die; I know but after what I saw there was no way that that was real. Unfortunately, for me, I realized the light was in fact from one of those large halogen lights that hung on the ceilings in schoolrooms. I groaned, closing my eyes for a second. So I was still alive. I’m not sure if I liked that idea. Not that I wanted to die but the alternative at the moment didn’t seem any better.
I looked into the mirror earlier and saw a girl staring back at me.
I reopened my eyes and took a look at my surroundings. The first thing I noticed was the sterile smell in the room; it didn’t take a genius to figure out where I was. I was lying on a bed---maybe a cot of some sort. I sat up, ignoring the weight on my chest. I knew what that was, too, but I wasn’t ready to acknowledge that. I looked farther around the room. It didn’t look like a hospital room, it wasn’t white enough. Besides no hospital room that I knew of had cots instead of beds. If I had to guess, I’d say it was the school nurse’s office. I groaned at what that meant. I passed out in the bathroom---the guy’s bathroom---and someone found me there.
The implication of that scared me. It meant someone saw me, saw what I’d become. They already thought I was a girl and now things were just going to get worse. The rumors would start soon: “Hey, the new girl was unconscious in the boy’s bathroom” or “I heard she was actually in the boy’s locker room, too?” Of course, neither of those things bothered me because I was not in fact a girl; at least I wasn’t twenty-four hours ago. I groaned loudly. There had to be some kind of explanation for all of this, guys just don’t spontaneously transform into girls in the middle of the day. There had to be some kind of magic involved and if I were to guess I had a pretty good idea who.
I slipped off the cot, my new chest shifting again. I tried to ignore that as I slowly got to my feet. I took a deep breath before my first step. When I walked, things were a little off. My whole center of gravity was thrown off a bit, my body weighed more in some places and less in others. I thought about making a clean break for the door that I knew was somewhere around here but my bladder betrayed me. Instead, I looked around, hoping that there was a bathroom in here. I spotted another door in the far corner; it was either my intended target or a supply closet. I made a break for it, ignoring the empty desk on the other side of the room.
I pulled up the door and found a toilet, sink and mirror. Without thinking about it, I rushed over and peed. It never even occurred to me that I was sitting down until I was done. Of course, there was no way I could go standing up but it scared me how quickly I adjusted to that. Maybe it was instinctive or something. After flushing, I went over to the sink to wash my hands. As I turned on the faucet, I saw her. It was the same girl in the mirror from before, the same one that scared me so much that I passed out. The surprising thing now was that now that I looked at this new face I was shocked at how much it looked like my old one. It was a bit softer now, my nose slightly smaller, my lips a bit different. But it was the same me looking back, well, a little more feminized than before but still the same. The most drastic change was my hair. It was still the dull dirty blonde from before but now it reached way down my back. I reached up and brushed some of it behind my ear, amazed at the length. My sister used to have long hair like this except her’s was red like my mother’s---like most women in my family actually. Jess cut most of her hair off when she went to college though, something that my mother didn’t really approve of. I think she liked the idea of braiding my sister’s long gorgeous hair.
For a split second, a mental image popped up in my head of my mother braiding my hair. I shook it away quickly.
I quickly splashed some water into my face, shut off the faucet and left. I was bound and determined to make a break for the door, hopefully before anyone saw me. Once I got outside, I was getting my bike and pedaling for home as fast as I could. My grandmother would know what was going on and maybe a way to fix it.
“There you are” said a voice from across the room, startling the hell out of me.
I jumped slightly. Then I turned around. The woman standing behind me looked vaguely familiar, like a childhood friend all grown up. No, not a friend, someone else. I squinted a bit at the brunette beauty and then it clicked. “Melissa?”
She smiled. “In school I think you should call me Miss Williams.”
I couldn’t help but blush. Melissa Williams was Mary’s former babysitter. I got to know her one summer when my parents spent some vacation time here. That was about six or seven years ago. Melissa was in high school then I think, her senior year. She’d been Mary’s babysitter for a few years before that. When I first met, her, my grandmother roped my parents into some kind of job for a few days and left us with Melissa. I can honestly admit I might have been a little smitten with her, a schoolboy crush maybe.
Seeing her now was a bit of a shock.
“I’m guessing you weren’t expecting me?” I shook my head, she laughed. “I’m the school nurse. Just started this year actually.”
I blinked once or twice. She was dressed in a white outfit, a tiny nametag on her left breast. She hasn’t changed much. She was a little older of course but still as beautiful as I remembered. Without thinking much about it, I walked back over to my cot and sat down. She smiled and walked over, carrying a clipboard. When she got to me, she gave me a strange look. I felt a lump in my throat. Melissa knew I was a boy, she’d seen things that made that pretty clear. It scared me wondering what she was thinking, me clearly as a girl sitting in front of her.
“So” she said, dragging it out a bit longer than I would have liked. “Anything new?”
I laughed. “You could say that.”
She smiled. “You and Mary still not getting along?”
She knew all about the harmless pranks that Mary used to play on me. She was present for a few of them actually.
“It’s a little better but then again she’s Goth now so I can hardly tell.”
We both laughed at that.
A silence fell over us after that. I didn’t know what to say. Sitting in front of her---like this---scared the hell out of me. What was she thinking, did she think I was a freak? Did she want to have me committed or dissected? Maybe something worse? My heart started to beat a little faster and my palms started to sweat. I couldn’t help but squirm a bit. I think she noticed because the next thing she did was reach out and gently squeeze my knee. As soon as her hand touched me, I felt a warmness I didn’t expect, then my nervousness seemed to fade. The warmness spread through my body and it felt good, really good.
When I smiled, she nodded. “That’s better.”
When she took her hand away, the good feeling was gone. “What did you do to me?”
“It’s a mild calming spell, it’s usually done on animals but it works on humans too.”
Calming spell? No way. Melissa was a witch?
She laughed. “How much do you know about the families here in Ravencrest?” When I didn’t answer, she continued. “My family has been practicing for a very long time. I’m surprised your grandmother didn’t tell you.”
I huffed. “She doesn’t tell me much.”
Melissa frowned. “She’s still like that?”
“I don’t think she’s ever going to stop.”
Melissa bit her lip then impulsively hugged me. It felt kind of nice and a bit strange too, our breasts rubbed against one another. As soon as that happened, I pulled away.
She saw the look of horror on my face and nodded. “So you didn’t do this to yourself then?”
“I might be girly,” I said, tearing up slightly “but I don’t want to be a girl.”
Melissa nodded. “Well I’ve called your grandmother, she’s on her way. Until she arrives, she’s asked me to run a few tests. I know a few detection spells; I might be able to see what did this to you.”
I nodded. “You have my permission.”
Giving permission was a polite thing to do in witchcraft. Most spells worked a lot better if the intended victim gave permission. There were a lot of spells that didn’t require it but the ones that did were a lot more effective that way.
Melissa raised her hand in front of my face first. The tips of her fingers started to glow blue and she slowly moved her hand about my body, a few inches from my flesh. I didn’t feel a thing. During the “scan”, she made a face once or twice, which was a little worrisome. The scan only took a few minutes, when she was done, she rubbed her chin. Then a moment later, her fingers glowed again, this time green. The second time was about as long as the first. This time though, I felt a slight tingle. When she got to the third test, more glowing fingers---red this time---I was starting to get real worried.
“Is something wrong?”
Her fingers stopped glowing. “No, just confusing.”
“Confusing?”
“Did you mess around with anything; perhaps try a spell on your own?”
“No” I snapped quickly.
Only an idiot tried to mess with magic. I knew what happened to people who tried to do magic without being able to truly control it. There were always a few Duds who tried and it never ended well for them. I didn’t like being a Dud but I knew there was nothing I could do about it. I accepted my status, I didn’t like it but I lived with it.
Melissa stared at me for a second; it felt like her eyes were burning into me. A moment later, she smiled. “Ok, what about Mary?”
As soon as she asked it, I groaned. Mary, of course it was Mary. That stupid spell she tried to do last night, I knew there was something up with that. She was being too nice to me, especially after getting pissed at me earlier. Of course, Mary had to have something to do with this. Sure childish pranks weren’t enough for her anymore, now she had magic and could do some real damage with it.
“Tell me about it,” said Melissa, a slight assertiveness in her tone.
“Mary called it a Becoming spell; she said it was a glamour to bring out my true potential.”
Melissa laughed which was not a good sign. I couldn’t help but frown. She shook her head. “It’s not your fault. A Becoming spell, that’s a new one.”
She got up from the chair she’d been sitting in and walked over to the desk. She picked up the phone and made a call. As she was making the call, the door to the Infirmary opened. I was expecting my grandmother to walk in, what I wasn’t expecting was Mr. McC. He strode into the room like he owned it. He looked around for a second and then his eyes fell on me. Looking at his face, I could tell he wasn’t too happy. He started toward me. He got halfway to me before Melissa stepped in front of him.
“I told you, sir, that she’s in no condition for visitors.”
“So she’s a she then?”
I didn’t like his tone at all.
“At the moment yes.”
“What the hell does that mean exactly Miss Williams?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Uncomplicate it then.”
Melissa groaned. “This morning Kelly woke up one hundred percent male, he has been male his entire life. From what I can tell however, someone cast a spell on him to make him female. I was in the process of figuring out how that was done before you rudely barged in here.”
“There are rules and policies,” said McC “this kind of stuff isn’t supposed to happen here. I was told that you people would keep your magic out of my school. It’s bad enough you already threw down one punishment but this too much.”
One punishment? What was he talking about it?
“This is harmless. The user cast a spell as a joke. A better Practitioner than I could figure out exactly what it is.”
“Then I suggest you call one.”
“She already has” said a stern voice from behind them.
I looked toward the door and saw my grandmother standing there. She looked past the two of them and over to me. Our eyes locked for a moment but I couldn’t read the expression on her face. She walked quickly into the room. McC tried to stop her but she brushed right past him. I gulped when she stood in front of me, looking down on me like I was nothing. The woman definitely had the scariness vibe down. She raised her hand and when it glowed---her whole hand turned blue. She didn’t let it roam over my body though; instead, she kept it right in front of my face. A few seconds later, her hand stopped glowing and she lowered it.
“Have you called my granddaughter?”
Melissa nodded. “She should be on her way.”
“So Mary did this?” I asked, finding my voice finally.
My grandmother nodded. “If I were to guess, I’d say she spiked the milk.”
Of course she did.
“This kind of thing is uncalled for,” snapped McC, his face turning red.
“Its none of your concern” said my grandmother lazily.
“The hell it isn’t. I pulled strings to convince my faculty that your grandson was in fact male and now one of my students found “her” in the boy’s bathroom. I think it’s a big concern of mine.”
“The Council will handle it.”
“Just like they handled that other matter.”
My grandmother turned toward him, her eyes narrowing. “What are you suggesting? Are you speaking out against us?”
The color drained from McC’s face. “No, but you witches strut around this town like you own it and you expect all of us to fall into line like good little soldiers.”
“This matter is no concern of yours and neither is the way that we conduct business. I have heard what you have to say and will take it under advisement. Now I suggest you not speak again for your benefit.”
There was a reason I was scared of the woman. She was a real force to be reckoned with. I looked at McC and it seemed like he was smaller than before. Not in the physical sense of course but my grandmother surely let him have it. It was the first time in my life that the woman ever truly came to my defense even if she was defending witches in general. It was kind of nice and I couldn’t help but smile.
The moment was shattered by an “Oh crap.”
I looked away from McC to see Mary standing in the doorway.
Our grandmother turned to her and shook her head. “I think you have some explaining to do young lady.”
Mary went three shades paler than she usually appeared.
“Tell me exactly what you did?”
I’d never seen my grandmother ever get angry at Mary before. But listening to her tone and seeing the way that the old woman glared at my cousin it was something to behold. It was surprising to say the least but not as surprising as the fact that my grandmother held it in for so long. We left school shortly after Mary appeared in the nurse’s office. Melissa was able to convince Mr. McC that it might be better if I took the rest of the day off. He didn’t protest---I think he was afraid of my grandmother’s wrath. We left quickly enough. Neither of them said a thing in the car. I sat in the front with my grandmother---a first for me. She didn’t speak to me either. When we got home, it took a few minutes for my grandmother to say a thing.
“I used a Glamour spell,” said Mary, her voice low and soft like a child who knew they were in trouble.
“I know what you thought you did but I want to know exactly which spell you used?”
Mary shrugged. “It was in the book.”
“Get up!” my grandmother practically barked out the command.
Both Mary and I jumped off the couch.
She didn’t say a word as she stormed through the living room. Mary and I were too scared not to follow. We went right into the kitchen. My grandmother was already going down the stairs into the basement so the two of us had to race to follow. By the time, we got to the bottom of the stairs she was in her secret room. I lingered behind, afraid that I might get hollered at if I went too far. Mary didn’t hesitate though as she walked over to the book. It was like she could read my grandmother’s mind---me, all I saw was this nasty glare.
Mary started flipping through the book slowly---it didn’t take her long. “Here” she said, pointing her finger at the page.
Our grandmother looked over her shoulder. Her face was like a blank slate, devoid of all emotion. I watched and waited. Mary stepped back and looked at her two. We even looked at one another for a moment, waiting for anything. When my grandmother finally spoke, it was words I had never expected her to say to Mary:
“You damn fool of a girl.”
The old woman was full of surprises. First, the glares and now the outright insults. So maybe she hated all her grandchildren equally after all.
Mary cringed at the words. She recoiled slightly, as if they were a nasty whip lashing into her flesh. “I’m sorry,” she said softly, tearing up a bit.
“Tears are not necessary. One should not cry when they make stupid mistakes.”
Mary bit her lip and nodded. The tears rolled down her cheeks but it was clear she was trying to suppress them. I felt vaguely sorry for her. I say vaguely because after all she did turn me into a girl.
“You said you thought this was a Glamour spell?” asked the old woman after a long silence.
“It was supposed to be a joke” said Mary “make him look like a girl to other people but he wasn’t supposed to actually turn into one.”
“No one’s laughing” my grandmother quickly shot out.
A joke? I looked down at my chest, at the two orbs of flesh currently dangling off it. This was supposed to be a joke to her. I’m not sure how turning a guy into a girl would be remotely funny at all. It was cruel and nasty. If this was all because I was starting to become friends with Misty Curtis then it was downright insane. Mary needed to get over whatever her malfunction was.
My grandmother finally looked at me. “This spell, did she ask your permission before casting it?”
“She asked but I refused.”
My grandmother shot more daggers at Mary. “You performed a spell on him without his permission?”
Mary nodded. “He was befriending Misty. I wanted to teach him a lesson.”
“That’s no excuse. You’ve put that poor soul through enough as it is. Punishing her more isn’t going to solve things or make you feel better.”
There was another long silence and then Mary asked. “Is there a way to fix it?”
I wanted to punch her. She did this to me and now that she’s in hot water over it, she wants to fix it. I had half a mind to knock the little bitch on the ground and pound the snot out of her. I know it wouldn’t solve anything but it would make me feel better. Instead, though, I bottled up my anger and glowered in the corner.
“You need to tell me exactly what you did.”
Over the next twenty minutes or so, Mary went through the whole process step by step. I fell into a chair, only half paying attention to things. I knew enough about things to know that Mary screwed up big time. She broke a really big rule of witchcraft: she cast a spell above her level and without permission. Glamours were harmless and usually meant for fun, my sister used to do them all the time. They were quick spells, parlor tricks sometimes. The complicated spell that Mary laid out was anything but. When she got to the potion part, our grandmother had been right: she did in fact put it into the milk.
I groaned at that.
When she was done, explaining Mary asked the question that was kind of on my mind as well. “What did I do wrong?”
It took my grandmother a moment to respond. “You somehow mixed up incantations. It generally happens with Novices as the Glamour and Transformation spells are very similar.”
“So it was a stupid mistake?” I asked.
The old woman ignored me. When she spoke, it was directly at Mary. “It should be fixable. I can talk you through the reverse but it’s going to take the rest of the night and possibly tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow!” I snapped loudly, loud enough to get their attention.
I was sick and tired of this being ignored thing. I was in the room too; I was in the house as well. My grandmother might not like it but she was going to deal with it one way or another.
“I can’t walk around like this? I can’t go to school like this either.”
“It’s a fixable setback. In twenty four hours you’ll be back to your old self.”
“I’m surprised you want to rush this thing,” I snapped angrily.
“And what is that supposed to be mean?”
I scoffed. “There’s only women in this house now” My anger was rising. “In fact I’m betting you two planned this whole thing from the start. Let’s get rid of Kelly the only way we can.”
I started to cry then ran out of the room. I stormed up the stairs, slammed the door and barreled my way through the house. I thought about going to my room but I didn’t want to be in the house with them right now. Instead, I went right out the front door. I picked a direction and ran in it, not carrying where I was going. I thought about running to Morgan’s, maybe trying to convince Aunt Grace to allow me to stay with them instead. But that would never work; she’d try to get my grandmother involved. Besides there was still the little fact that I was stuck as a girl and Mary was the only one who could reverse it. It felt like I’d been running forever, well at least twenty minutes or so.
When I finally did stop, I found myself on a street with some big houses. I looked about, trying to figure out how far I’d run. I hated not knowing this place as well as my home town. I thought about turning around, going back home. Mom taught me never to run from my problems, in fact I’m not even sure why I did. I just had this surge of emotion and all I wanted to do was cry, yell and run away. Instead of going back though, I found myself looking at the houses, one in particular. It was big, made out of brick with white columns. Above the door were Greek letters. It was then that I suddenly realized where I was: Greek Row.
This was the street where the sororities and fraternities were.
I stared at the big house in front of me. I wondered if they had a phone, I could use to call a cab. I started for the walkway when something stopped me. I’m not sure what it was but my skin started to tingle and I got this overwhelming sense of dread. I took a step back, looking up at the house as I did. When I did, a chill ran down my spine. I squinted my eyes and when I did, I thought I saw this green shine to it. I shook my head, wiping at my eyes----there must have still been tears in them. When I was done wiping, I looked again and the shine was gone.
“Smart choice” said a voice from the shadows.
I jumped and turned. A girl stepped out from behind one the trees, she long whitish blonde hair with a distinctive blue streak. She looked me up and down. There was something about her. Her pale skin, the way she seemed to appear there without me hearing her, the way her seemingly cold eyes looked at me. I knew in that instance that a vampire was standing before me. I took another step back, my heart starting to beat faster. She wasn’t the first vampire I’d met but she was the first one I’d met alone. I instinctively reached into my hoodie pouch, hoping Mom’s knife was still there. Sadly it wasn’t. Vampires were dangerous things even one alone like this.
“Stay where you are” I stammered, trying to keep my fear out of my voice.
She smiled. “I’m not going to hurt you darling.”
Her voice now had a Texan accent that I swore wasn’t there when she spoke before.
“I know what you are,” I said, finding more confidence.
She nodded. “Then you know why walking up to that building over yonder” She pointed her thumb quickly behind her. “Isn’t really a good idea.”
I nodded. A sorority of vampires, that’s just crazy.
“Why don’t you head on home?” she continued, her eyes turning a bit silver when she did.
I knew that move. It was a Mesmer but I was safe at the moment. I knew from my parents that female vampires could only Mesmer males.
“I’m not sure how to get back there actually. I’m kind of lost.”
“Who’s your friend Charlotte?” asked another voice as a second girl appeared.
The first girl---Charlotte---didn’t give me pause but this new one did. There was something about the way she appeared like that that scared me. She was just as pale but had long black hair that shined like silk. Like Charlotte, she was very pretty but unlike Charlotte, there was something overly sinister about her. I didn’t like this girl one bit, especially the way she was looking at me. Her eyes seemed to burn straight through my clothes, it made me feel sick.
“She was just leaving” Charlotte quickly enforced.
“I thought I heard her mention something about a cab. She can come in, use our phone.”
There was no way I was going anywhere near that house, especially with her around. I shook my head. “I’m good.”
“I’ll walk her home,” said Charlotte, shooting the black haired girl a look. She turned to me. “Where do you live, darling?”
“On Meadow Street, I’m staying with my grandmother and cousin.”
`The black haired girl’s eyes narrowed. “You’re a Crawford?” That surprised me but I nodded. She sighed. “Shame.”
Then she turned and walked away, almost disappearing as she did so. I let out a loud sigh of relief. Charlotte pointed down the road and the two of us started walking. I was surprised she was exposing herself to so much sunlight because I knew how much it made them sick. She didn’t seem to mind however. She kept walking without me like we were two normal gir…people. Neither of us said a thing to one another. I was a little nervous actually. I’d run into a few of them and each time, the vampires tried to kill me. The idea of walking down the street next to one---without her trying to rip my throat out---was a new experience for me.
When we got to Meadow Street, I was surprised how quickly we had arrived. There was no way that was twenty minutes. The strange and weird Ravencrest had struck again.
“You can take it from here?” she asked, I nodded. “Good.”
“Thanks” I said giving her a weak smile.
“Word of advice, don’t go wandering around this town when it starts to get dark and especially stay away from our house. You’re lucky I was watching or else things could have gone a lot worse.”
I didn’t really like the sound of that so I nodded and told her I’d be more careful. Charlotte didn’t stay around after that. I didn’t linger either. I turned and started back toward the house, feeling like a total idiot. I’d never overreached like that. It was kind of strange actually but it felt good too in a way. I’d been bottling up my feelings toward that woman for years and though I didn’t let them all out, yelling at her felt relaxing. When I finally got into the house, I was surprised at how normal things felt. Mary was nowhere in sight, the cats were sleeping on the couch together and I overheard my grandmother on the phone in the kitchen.
I let out a deep sigh, walking toward it. I caught the tail end of her conversation.
“…spell, yes I’ll keep you informed”
She hung up and turned around. “There you are,” she said.
“Sorry for running off like that, my emotions got the better of me.”
She nodded and sniffed. “You smell like death, where have you been?”
I groaned. I was never going to win. I turned and walked out of there, heading up the stairs to my room.
Mary was lingering outside of my door, sitting on the floor. Her knees were pulled up to her chest, her head buried in them. When I approached, she looked up. Her eyes shined with tears. I sighed. I knew this girl; I used to like that girl. She was the standoffish, stubborn kid again; the one who used to cry when she thought no one was looking. I was happy to see that some things never did change. I walked over and dropped down next to her. Neither of us said a thing but she did rest her head on my shoulder. We sat there in silence for a long time.
When she finally spoke, it was so soft I could barely hear her. “Sorry.”
“What was that?” I teased. “Did the bad ass Malice just apologize?”
She shoved me with her shoulder. “It was a stupid prank. I never thought it would turn into this. I just…I just…”
“I know and though I’m still pissed at you, I think I can forget it if you change me back as soon as possible.”
She turned and gave me this evil look. “I don’t know, I think I kind of like you better this way.”
We laughed. She rested her head on me for a few more minutes before making a sniffing sound. She rose up and moved away slightly. “You smell horrible; I think you need to take a shower.”
Now she’s right back to normal. So much for the kinder, gentler side of Mary.
This time I gave her a shove, she shoved back and everything was ok.
At least for the moment anyway.
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Your story, and the landscape you have created for yourself and other authors to inhabit, is a rich and wonderful place, full of mystery and intrigue that draws me back again and again. Please continue to fill it with the tantalizing dramatis personalities that keep all of us coming back for more.
Draflow
Every time I read a new
Every time I read a new installment I am drawn more into this reality of yours. The writing is superb and the characters are genuine and not paper. I have followed all of the different lines of your story and I eagerly await for the next of this one.
The only bad question is the one not asked.
Glad to see you're back
I really want to know what that grandmother's got against boys. I think Kelly's very forgiving, I could learn a few tings from her.
I am sure to path back to
I am sure to path back to boyhood will not be as easy as everyone thinks. I have the feeling that girl Kelly is no longer a dud. Can't wait to find out what happens next.
I agree with you 100%!
I think Kelly's in for some surprises!
Wren
Season of the witch
or is he now the witch of the season?
I like it!
Martina
The magic comes?
We have glimmers that might blossom...unless she turns back?
Great story.
Excellent story...
EoF, you are truely an amazing teller of tales. You've set the suspence nicely with this installment. Should prove interesting to see how the "natives" deal with this.
Peace be with you and Blessed be
I liked this chapter right up till ...
... everything got all sweetness and light at the end. Oh come on, SHE CAST A SPELL ON HIM NOT JUST WITHOUT HIS PERMISSION BUT AGAINST HIS DELIBERATE "NO"! And mostly just because he was nice to someone she didn't like, throwing the argument that she wanted to help him. The fact that she didn't intend what happened is irrelavent. He should be blistering mad at her, barely holding back anger at a totally selfish violation of his rights and a betrayal of their friendship. I would think a much more normal reaction upon seeing her would have been to storm past her with a hissed "You better hope to hell this IS reversable!"
I suspect that it is not.
BE a lady!
actually....
Actually, that's a good point. I meant to comment on that (below) but got distracted while I was writing.
I agree with Jezzi, Kelly should probably be pretty pissed at Mary. I think Kelly is far too accommodating and forgiving given the gravity of the situation.
Hmm...
It seems an odd twist where you put Kelly into the school, and let everyone (the faculty in particular) mistake him for a girl, and then actually go out of your way to correct their incorrect impression, much to their embarrassment. My initial expectation was you were going to perform the transformation and have Kelly really end up female and that the teachers were all going to proceed blithely along oblivious to the fact that anything had ever been different.
I find it ... interesting that you've done something different there. Instead, you've intentionally put Mr McC. in a troubling and embarrassing place where he has to go back and correct the issue ... again. And based on the plans that Mary and Agatha have, he'll have to re-correct things again in 24 hours. Now it's probably a safe guess that attempts to turn Kelly into a boy again will somehow consistently end up failing, but I'm still struck by the fact that you've clearly gone out of your way to make Mr McC's life hell, specifically in regard to Kelly, who will likely end up bearing the brunt of his displeasure. It don't know how much of a role Mr McC is going to have in the story, but it seems a very curious, counter-intuitive place that you've put him in with regard to his position in the narrative and his likely motivations moving forward.
I'm more than a little relieved to see that Agatha Crawford does indeed have a strong sense of parental responsibility to see to the safety of those children placed in her care. Had she had any other reaction it would have felt false to me. It's nice to see that she's still blisteringly nasty in the process however.
The bit where Kelly's emotions overcome "her" and she runs was interesting too. It was the wrong reaction, but ... it was emotionally human. It's always interesting to see characters make important decisions based on emotional criteria which may, or may not have appeared to be part of the initial setup of the situation. In Zelazny's second Amber series he at one point puts his protagonist into a false dilemma. Merlin (the protagonist in question) examines the situation, and then deliberately breaks the scenario, refusing both choices and making a third that wasn't apparent originally (and accepts the not insignificant consequences as a result) I think ... it might have been nice to see a bit more consequence to Kelly's decision to run, since it seems to be such a non-issue when she returns to the Crawford home.
I suppose it also serves to either introduce (or at least provide a cameo performance for) the vampires. I realize that most readers will probably enjoy seeing them. However, as I've commented before, I'm not too fond of vampires. I like the stories about the were-clans, and the witches seem interesting thus far too, but vampires ... they just rub me the wrong way. That's neither here nor there however, as it's simply my personal reaction.
So ... You've got a guardian figure (Agatha) who clearly prefers her female descendants (although she's not always nice to them either). And ... you've set up a situation where Mary is supposed to be able to undo whatever spell she did within about 24 hours. Where's that all going? It's pretty clear that Kelly is becoming increasingly attuned to magic and might actually be capable of being trained as a witch now. On the other hand "he" was transformed accidentally and very specifically against his will (and he's "family" so one would expect things like "lack of permission" to carry a lot of weight). Which way is Agatha going to jump? Will she proceed with her responsibilities to return Kelly to his normal gender? Or will she be enticed by the idea of another granddaughter to teach. One would at least think that she'd be cognizant of the fact that an unwilling, miserable granddaughter who'd prefer to be a grandson might not be the most fertile ground for magical lessons. I at least would also expect a considerable amount of righteous anger from Kelly's mother if the situation CAN be corrected, but isn't.
I'm guessing here, that no matter what they try, transforming Kelly back won't work, but that's not really my point. My point is more what will they be thinking prior to any failed attempts. I'm curious as to what the social situation will be like. I'm not asking what choices the character WILL have, but rather what choices will they THINK they have, and how will that impact the social dynamics between Mary, Agatha and Kelly.
I think Agatha is still a bit too much of an enigma. Showing more of her obviously becomes the Steven King problem where no matter how big and scary the bug mask is, it's never as big and scary as it was in the reader's imagination, however, I still want to see more of her. I want to get more of a feel for what makes her tick. Even if she's nasty and inscrutable, perhaps, especially if she's nasty and inscrutable.
You've got a lot of interesting elements going on here, let's see more of the family dynamic.
Looking forward to more.
IF you don't mind me quoting you Kalkin...
"So ... You've got a guardian figure (Agatha) who clearly prefers her female descendants (although she's not always nice to them either)..."
One thing that many don't realize today is that people as old as I'd imagine her to be were raised in a different era, so to say. While some may understand it, one needs to keep in mind the entire scope of that statment. People in positions of authority in those days were allowed to be a lot more strict than they are today, as it was not only moer socially acceptable, but in some casees it was to be expected of them.
Keeping this in mind, I'm not suprised that Agatha has been as much of a bitch about things as she has been, if y'all will pardon my colorful language here.
Peace be with you and Blessed be
more hmm...
Mmm... I don't know.
Agatha's upbringing might well have been quite strict and she might well have carried that forward, but I don't think you can necessarily ascribe that to a given time period. Harsh starting environments exist in any time period, as do more pleasant ones.
I think her attitude might have more to do with the fact that she's a resident of the Darkrealms universe. It's a dark place, that's not very kind to the "Unseen". Agatha is the head witch in a harsh, cruel world that would be just as happy to see her hide (and the hides of her children and grandchildren) drying on the barn door. She's lived with intolerance and with both general and specific cruelties visited upon her and hers, most of her life (or so I gather from what I can glean about her past).
I think ... she has a brutal, survivor mentality. She fought her way to the top of the heap, and she probably thinks most of her grandchildren are too soft to have much chance to survive without protection. From how we've seen her interact (say, with Mr McC for example) I think she does actually enjoy being powerful and dispensing what she sees has justice. But I also think her approach to her own descendants may be a kind of "tough love" "it's for their own good" kind of thing.
Maybe I'm reading too much into what we've seen of her so far. As I commented in earlier chapters, I was hoping we'd learn a lot more about what makes her tick in this story.
Well I guess your suspicion
Well I guess your suspicion that Kelly is bound to end up permanently female is somewhat justified considering that has happenend in the stories EOF wrote before. I think that's a waste of a good character though. I mean he was somewhat androgynous and to make him a happy beautiful accepting girl takes a way a lot of potential problems and developments.
I kind of hope he'll go back to be male, even if he has to have somekind of Ranma problem.
I can't see that the episode were Kelly is overcome by emotions has any severe repercussions for Kelly. Maybe his grandmother thinks about how she appears to teenage guys, but I kind of doubt it. She's too fixed on her own position. On the other hand she appeared quite willing to return Kelly to his old self, so I guess it won't be her who keeps him female. I doubt Kelly will believe they can't turn him back into his male self. It's magic, it could do the impossible before, so it should be able to fix it. I think s/he'll call bullshit and run away for good, or at least don't ever trust one of them again.
EOF, thank you for writing this captivating story,
Beyogi
Well...
With regard to the transformation, circumstances do usually conspire to keep the transformee in their new gender. It's certainly not a universal truth, but it is a truism of these kinds of stories. I wouldn't put it past EoF to turn that on its head and do something different, but we'll have to wait and see on that. In absence of further evidence to the contrary, I think it's pretty unlikely that Kelly will be transformed back.
There are a number of elements that might have an impact on that:
The first element is that Kelly is clearly developing the ability to perceive and work with magic. Kelly doesn't go and look at the book during his/her second trip to the basement. Had she done so, I suspect she would have been surprised to discover that the book she had previously thought of as "blank" was now filled with words. She's seen magical auras while others have been casting spells (as Maggie Finson pointed out). Kelly's affinity for magic may well impact his/her ability to turn back into a boy. The "magic" she's developing (as a girl) may not want to go back into the "bottle" of boyhood, and may resist attempts to turn Kelly back into a boy.
The second is Agatha herself. My guess is that Agatha will probably be under the impression that "more witches is good," and "daughters are more useful to the clan than dead-weight sons". I'm only guessing when I say that, but it seems a reasonable assumption based on what we've seen from Agatha. If Agatha is really as brutally, coldly survival oriented as I've speculated, then she MIGHT refuse to transform (or rather, help transform) Kelly back on that basis. In other words, if (when) Agatha realizes that Kelly is developing magical ability she may feel compelled to conscript Kelly into what she sees as a brutal fight for survival. My guess is that even if Agatha doesn't decide to force the issue, she'll still be deeply unsympathetic if Kelly tries to resist magical training once Agatha learns that Kelly is capable of it.
The third issue is Mary. Whatever spell was cast on Kelly, it's Mary who has to undo it. That (according to what EoF has told us) is how magic works in this universe. Agatha knows what spell Mary was attempting to cast. Agatha CLAIMS she knows what Mary did wrong. We don't know if that's actually correct. We don't know what Mary actually did. Mary may actually be incapable of following the trail of her own work and undoing what she did the first time, even with Agatha's help.
The fourth issue is Mary again. As the old rhyme goes: "Mary, Mary, quite contrary". Mary has a contrary, malicious streak. It's possible that even if she can fix the problem she's created, she may decide (for some as yet unrevealed reason) to be obstinate, and not fix it. At least, not within the confines of the story.
The fifth issue is Mary yet a third time. As I said above, by the rules of the universe, Mary is the one who has to undo the spell she cast, no one else can. What happens if Mary mysteriously isn't available to cast the spell?
The sixth issue is Sophie. We don't know who or what she is, but she certainly seems to have an unrevealed agenda. I don't recall if she has a particular scent, she might, and Kelly might simply have been unaware of it. But even if Sophie doesn't have a distinctive "were" scent, she still seems to attract attention the way one of the weres would, and she seems to be able to eat like one. She might be a red herring, but within the scope of the narrative, that seems unlikely. She might have a direct impact on Kelly's gender, or she might have a more subtle, indirect influence. Either way, I think there's more going on than we've seen so far, and I'm not convinced she doesn't have malice as a hidden motive.
Finally, EoF might well decide to turn the entire genre on it's head, and actually turn Kelly back into a boy. I tend to think that won't happen, but I will point out that "Stuck" wasn't used as a header tag for this story. EoF was pretty explicit about the fact that Tracy was indeed "stuck" as a girl in For the Fairest, both in the tagging on the story, and in replies he made to comments on the story. That's not necessarily conclusive but it does fuel my personal speculations.
My guess would be that Kelly will spend most of this particular story as a girl (as a result of various circumstances). At the END of the story, a solution will be found which will allow Kelly to turn back into a boy. However, during the story, Kelly will have become acclimated to magic, and will have begun to learn how to use it. So ... Kelly will be faced with a choice: Remain a girl, and retain the ability to practice magic, or turn back into a boy and have the ability to practice magic go dormant again. Thus, Kelly won't be "stuck" but will have to make a choice. (And we'll have to wait until the end of the story to see what that choice will end up being).
As for the emotional issue having repercussions, I simply meant I expect Kelly to be yelled at by his/her grandmother. I expected more of an emotional/social interaction following that action by Kelly.
Option seven would be the
Option seven would be the Goddess decided Kelly ought to be sourceress supreme (or something like that), but the evil necromancers decided to intervene and make him a male dud. The female magic energy needed to go somewhere and made him ths female/androgyne looking. Now that the magic is activated the goddess stuck him as what he should have been from the start and since his soul is female she'll be happy ever after.
The problem I see with your plot options is that they don't explain why Kelly was that androgynous in the first place and that they're standart plotlines for fantasy tg fiction.
I guess I might just have read too many TG fiction stories, but those kind of bore me. This wouldn't be the tenth time that I read a tg fiction story where the guy gets transformed into a witch, gets magic, likes it and stays that way.
The thing is this one wasn't tagged stuck, I think. So I really don't expect it. Authors logic tells me if I bother to create an androgynous character (someone already close to the TG-scenario) it wouldn't make sense to stuck him in female form and pull the happy girl ever after thing so many authors here tend to do.
Seing him crossdress to express his girly side to get access to his magic would be cool, but stucking him as a girl? It's just that it has been done sooooooo many times it ought to be on TV-tropes.
I still hope this won't have the standart plot, but if it does, please let him have a major fight with grandma and/or Mary.
I think the emotional issues with grandma and Mary might still come if it really plays out like you suspect.
Hmm...
Personally, I'd hope EoF would stay away from the whole sorceress supreme thing, I think that's more power than is necessary for a good story. (I might even go so far as to state explicitly that I think it's too much power for a good story). Edit: Mind you, it's not my intention to offend with that supposition, I just personally prefer stories that focus on character, emotion and decision. Too much personal power in the hands of one character tends to unbalance the story in my opinion.
However, I think you're right that Kelly's androgyny will end up playing into all this. It's not really something I was giving much consideration, but after thinking it over, it seems like EoF probably did put it in for a reason. That having been said, I'll point out that EoF has been pretty clear that in this universe, magic is something females are good at. Males don't do magic. So while I can understand your displeasure at "standard" plot lines, my take on the specific situation in this story is that the magic will ONLY work for Kelly if she's currently female. A male cross-dressing is still "just a male" as far as the magic is concerned. My guess would be that Kelly just happens to have a lot of magical potential, and magic wants to be female in this universe. So, Kelly, technically a boy, ended up being extremely androgynous because of "his" raw potential. Again, that's a "standard" kind of TG plot line I'm suggesting there. But in absence of further evidence to the contrary .... I think it's a reasonable assumption.
There are lots of "standard" plot concepts that get used in TG stories. I certainly understand your displeasure at the ones you find over-used. There are quite a few I think are over-used as well, that tend to cause me to grit my teeth in disgust and stop reading when I come across them. However, that's a very personal assessment. The plot lines that you, or I might find over-used and annoying might well be someone else's favorites. Then there's the issue of the author. Any given author, regardless of whether he or she is writing TG fiction, will tend to have certain themes he or she ... hmm, how shall I say this? Themes he or she trends towards. There's nothing wrong with that, most fiction authors do it to at least some degree. It can be annoying if it's a theme you personally are tired of, but it's still rather common. Most creative people have some thematic consistency to their work, it's actually pretty rare that you find someone like say ... Piccaso, who's themes change as drastically as his did.
The plot options I suggested above are simply what I see as potential directions based on what EoF has told us thus far. EoF is particularly good at emotional conflict and tension, and the suggestions I made all have the potential to play to his strengths. He's certainly perfectly capable of taking the plot in a direction I haven't foreseen, but historically, his plot structures tend not to be so wild and convoluted. There are unseen elements to them, and there are frequently perception based elements, where the protagonist will make an incorrect assumption based on incomplete or misunderstood information. But when seen from the reader's perspective, the plot elements make sense and are internally consistent.
I don't have any idea where the story is actually going, I'm just amusing myself by guessing while we wait for the next chapter.
I don't like too much power
I don't like too much power either. It can make great stories and be really fun, but this isn't the kind of story where I'd like it.
I think you got something wrong though. Being male doesn't stop you from being able to use magic, but some males are apparently not able to use magic for some reason. So it is no definite truth that he would lose his magic once he returns to his male state. That might actually be the whole point of this transformation. Make him female to activate his magic and return him to his male form so he can use it. I mean his father is a magic user, so why should magic suddenly be female?
Talking about teenage males with magic... that might be the reason for grandmas great distrust of males in general. She might have come across one or more who thought the mind control capabilites of magic were really nifty to get easy sex.
power
I don't find that power ruins a story, as long as there is some kind of struggle or conflict. Even if a person is unkillable, it just puts the story in the same category as so many where nobody dies and nobody is expected to die (romance stories or whatever.)
Power is relative.
Any of the weres would be overpowered for a standard 'real life' story. There's a certain young coyote who is bucking to become quite powerful, but she's going to need every bit of that for the challenge ahead.
So what if Kelly becomes the most powerful witch ever? That makes for an interesting story. Interesting stories are written about kings and knights, not the peasants who toil in the fields day in and day out.
Sure, you can make an interesting story about a peasant, but that's generally because something out of the ordinary happened to him.
Similarly, making a story about King Arthur will be interesting if he has to work and struggle through his trials, rather than just waving his hand and making the problems go away.
Power
Sure, power is relative.
The point is that if there aren't opposing powers that are equal or greater than that of the hero, then you don't have an interesting story. Since you're familiar with the idea of tropes, you should know about one of the most classic ones: The Mary Sue trope. If there are no forces within the story which offer a realistic challenge to the hero's abilities, who can successfully oppose the hero's goals, then the story loses all meaning.
Suggesting that a story with a character who's too powerful to be killed is equivalent to a story in another genre simply because no one dies isn't a good comparison. Very few people die in Casablanca, yet the main characters are opposed by forces that are arguably stronger on all sides. Terrible, life changing choices are made. The characters for the most part, are ordinary men and women. The only two who have greater than normal power (the Vichy Police Chief and the SS Colonel) are very specifically, antagonists for the main character throughout the movie.
Interesting stories are most certainly not about Kings and Knights. Interesting stories are about "The Hero". The Hero might indeed come from noble origins, but The Hero is just as likely to come from humble origins. What makes them interesting, is the choices they make, and how they face the challenges placed in front of them. If the challenges placed in front of the hero are trivial, because that hero has too much relative power for the story he or she has been placed in, then the story is weak.
An example of a well known hero of humble origins would be Taran from Lloyd Alexander's Chronicles of Prydain. He's an orphan, without a name, or knowledge of his true family. He begins the story as an ignoble assistant pig-keeper. He goes on to do amazing, heroic things, but he does them because of who he is on the inside, and who he strives to be. His true potential isn't even realized until almost the very last page of the very last book. And, throughout all the books, he carries with him that ridiculous title: Assistant Pig-Keeper. It is how both his friends and his enemies know him. His story contains wizards and kings, sorceresses and warlords, elves and dwarves, and even some terrible, demigod figures. Yet Taran is none of these, he's simply a young man, somewhere between the age of 14 and 20 (depending on which book you're reading). Only once during the entire series does he ever (even briefly) have anything which grants him heroic abilities beyond those of mortal men, and he willingly gives that object up to further the goals of his friends. Throughout most of the books, he never has anything beyond the works of his own hands, and the friends that he makes in his travels.
Taran is one of the most enduring characters from young adult literature. The second book in the series (The Black Cauldron) was a Newbury Honor book, and the fifth (The High King) was a the Newbury medal winner for 1969.
Even King Arthur himself begins life as an orphan boy, adopted mostly so as to be a companion and squire for a Knight's son (Sir Kay).
In the modern age, TV Tropes provides a classification system for many, more commonly used story elements, but it's hardly the first such index, and it isn't even the best. A classic would be S. Thompson's Motif-index of Folk-Literature.
Wish fulfillment is very common in writing. Indeed, this site is rife with stories that are little more than wish fulfillment. That's hardly surprising, many of us live in untenable situations, where the goal we want is unattainable, forever. Stories that are about wish fulfillment help us get through our day, allowing us to live the life we want, but cannot have, in our heads. There's nothing wrong with that, it's a perfectly valid coping mechanism or a therapeutic exercise. However, that doesn't mean those stories represent quality fiction either.
We write stories about gods and demons, about superheros and villians, but the great tales we remember and tell again and again, aren't the ones where the hero's power trivialized the challenges he or she faced, but rather the ones where the hero was outmatched, yet persevered anyway.
Writing (in specific, and story telling in general) is a craft, not an abstract concept. There are rules and structures. If a writer chooses to violate those rules, then he or she weakens the story that is being told. Sometimes a tale is great enough to survive even quite substantial flaws, but more often than not, it's not.
Too much power in the hands of one character (relative to the power level of the other characters in the story) is one of those flaws. I'm not saying you can't tell a good (or interesting) story about a powerful character. What I'm saying is that it's not necessary for a good story, and that adding too much power is a potentially crippling flaw for a narrative.
Tropes
Tropes become tropes because writers and readers enjoy them. Avoiding them for the sake of avoiding them is as bad as slavishly following them.
It has often been said that there are no new stories. Every theme has been tried.
I don't believe that as an absolute, but I do know that there are very few truly new ideas. Still, there are so many themes out there that skillfully mixing and matching them makes for a good story. After all, there are only so many musical notes, but they are constantly mixed and matched to create new songs.
When I read a transformation story on this site, I know that, most likely:
a) Someone is going to be turned into a girl
b) She may or may not like it, but she'll probably dislike it at first.
c) She'll end up liking it.
d) She'll see lots of advantages. Most disadvantages will be glossed over or not mentioned.
e) She ain't turning back (maybe by choice, maybe not.)
If I had a problem with the above, I wouldn't frequent this site.
So far, Kelly turned into a girl and is beginning to come into some magical powers. What are the possible events after this?
Kelly turns back into a boy and is happy la la la la la
Kelly turns back into a boy, but hates being a dud even more
Kelly turns back into a boy and is no longer a dud
Kelly stays a girl, starts to enjoy it, but the spell wears off and he becomes male again
Kelly loves her new power, but would still rather be a dud boy
Kelly becomes a weak witch
Kelly becomes a witch at a power level similar to Malice
Kelly becomes a really powerful witch
(Many variations on the above three based on desire/ability to change back, as well as possible power loss.)
Really, which would be the most entertaining? Does it really matter if the same basic plot line has been used before? All of them have been used before, so there's no choice there. The ones that have been used the most are probably the most entertaining. After all, who wants to write a dull story?
Well well.
Not a glamour spell... Twenty Four hours and it should be fixed...
I think that Kelly might have been emotionally drained by the time she got back to the house. After all, she just learned she has to stay that way for at least another day, just run into some vampires which scared her badly, and she's a girl with emotions all over the place.
Not to mention that she actually saw magic in use.
Maggie
And here I'd been giving Mary
And here I'd been giving Mary the benefit of the doubt, and thinking she wasn't behind this, after all. Oh well. Hopefully your video game habit will be satisfied for a while, and we can see an update here, soon! :)
Developments...
So Mary was intending to cast a glamour spell, but mucked things up and used a Transformation spell instead - one designed for a higher level of magic user. It wouldn't surprise me if she overlooked something in her recounting of the process, thus as a result the reversal doesn't entirely according to plan.
Given Misty's transformation appears to be perpetual, I think we can safely say that although Mary took credit for it, it definitely wasn't her that cast the spell. Hmmm... I wonder if the previous incident Mr. McC alluded to was Misty or something else the Crawfords have got themselves mixed up in...
As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!
Message for mother.
It'll be interesting to see if another voicemail to mother gets some kind of reaction this time.
And yes, I think we all were expecting her to not be the dud he was - but seeing the green shimmer over the sorority kind of confirmed that.
But what does this mean?
The principle said, "I pulled strings to convince my faculty that your grandson was in fact male and now one of my students found “her†in the boy’s bathroom." Why did he have to pull any strings since Kelly was in fact male? Or was he? Was there another plan already going on?
"Life is not measured by the breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.”
George Carlin
Missing the meaning
I think go hit the nail on the head
Love Samantha Renee Heart
Nope, don't see it
All the principle had to do was show them Kelly's transcript from his previous school where he is clearly marked as "male", no pulling strings would be necessary. Usually there is a physician's exam somewhere along the line which would have him down as male also. Again, no string-pulling necessary. A simple memo to the staff would be sufficient.
So WHY did the principle have to "pull strings"?
"Life is not measured by the breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.”
George Carlin
This might be
One of those sneaky bits you allude to.
Having moved about a bit myself, I can tell you all those records follow you from school to school. Each school wants to see your entire prior record before they will enroll you. By the time I graduated high school my file was better than four inches thick, containing as it did records from several schools in Western Europe as well as the U. S.
And the memo doesn't have to be magical.
MEMO
From: Mr. McC, Principal
To: Faculty and Staff
There seems to be some confusion regarding the gender of the new transfer student, Kelly Crawford. Let my stop those rumors right now. When Mr. Crawford enrolled here his guardian submitted his complete transcripts from his previous schools, as well as the report from a physcian when he entered seventh grade. All these state that Mr. Kelly Crawford is a male and will be treated as such.
I remind you that both school policy and state law states that to treat Mr. Kelly Crawford in any other manner is a violation of policies you each signed off on and may result in action up to and including termination of your contract with this school as well as suspension of your credentials to teach in this state.
I hope this warning will be sufficient to put this matter to rest.
(signed)
Simple and neat.
"Life is not measured by the breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.”
George Carlin
Whew, I missed this!
Now if Maggie's life would just give her a break...
Very glad to see this. I totally enjoy this story. Very nice.
Wren
I had a feeling grandma did it but
I also thaught it was Mary & that stupid glamor spell of hers. It turns out it was Mary & made a small mistake & Insted of a glamor spell she cast a transformation spell. The councle will not be happy with Mary for casting a spell above her ship level & going it with out permission of the intended person.
Love Samantha Renee Heart
Glad Kelly struck back
The girl has backbone! Glad she stood up to her grandmother.
The story continues to keep me wanting more, and keeps the same strong tone throughout.
Backbone or Lashing Out?
Kelly may be physically female but inside he is male. Until such time as he decides to accept girlhood he is a trans male and should be treated as such, eh?
Anyway, he was very emotionally disturbed by what had happened and didn't trust his grandmother much anyway, so he lashed out at her as being the best target available. I suspect had he not encountered his grandmother first that his encounter with Mary might not have gone as well as it did.
"Life is not measured by the breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.”
George Carlin
Backbone
I would definately have to say backbone after all Kelly did flat out refuse to change shirts even though we all know how scary he sees grandmother as. So yes definately backbone.
Bekah
got off too easy
mary got off too easy by sorry and everything is forgiven ,but the grandma only cared about she did not have permission to use spell on him and dismmissed him or her saying that you will back to normal tommorrow so who cares what happened to you. his mom will not happy about that and his grandma just ignores him only talks to him when she has to. wonder if the spell will really be that easy to reverse so he is normal or will the magic stop it since he is a she now. what will the magic elders do about this magic mary did to him. fun reading the new chapters.
I have a feeling
I have a feeling that the changes are going to be a bit more permanent than grandma Crawford thinks.
Anyway great story can't wait for more.
Have delightfully devious day,
I have to agree
She is stuck as a she, IMO.
Hell of a shock though
Mark
"Becoming"
I was tickled by the double meaning there: becoming in the sense of "attractive" and becoming in the sense of "changing into."
I keep re-reading the chapter
I keep re-reading the chapter because I know it will take some time before the next one comes and yet I want more and more and more of this and I can't wait! I want to have EOF have fun playing the online game but I irrationally keep on refreshing the BCTS homepage hoping a new chapter of Season of the Witch comes out.
season of the witch part 8
should i tell him he better get writing or run from the mob?
hugs :)
Michelle SidheElf Amaianna
enemy
im talking to him right now so if youve got a message i can pass it along
hugs :)
Michelle SidheElf Amaianna
Season of The Witch Part-7
Question is; CAN or WILL Mary reverse the incantation, DOES Kelly WANT to satay a girl, or return to being a boy?
May Your Light Forever Shine
huh ?
prehaps its just me ,but isnt it a sort of witchcrime to use spels on someone when they tell you that they dont want to be spelled ?
if so and i was kelly i would demand that mallice was stripped of her magic .
and if that witchcouncel would not stip her i would break all of her fingers, both hands and her arms in several places so kelly would be safe for a couple of months
its kind of hard to mix potions you know when your in a cask from the tips of your fingers up to your sholders
and i would olso inform that dragon of a grandma that if there was anny magic involved in healing mallice i would break them all over again
but annyway its a great story but i kind find it verry anoing that all the exguys are sooo ,,,how do i put it in words,,,easy to accept .
cry for a little bit a sorry here and there and its oke to be fucked for life ?
i am waiting fore a guy to raise hell after being turned against his wil a guy who makes them suffer a lot make them cry fore weeks on end a guy who deels out a lot of the pain and hate he feels fore all the fun humiliations he receved and after he is oke with his new situation and those who chanced him are about to end there lives from all the pain ,humilliation ect ect says SORRY LETS BE FRIENDS