My aunt June was a very pretty woman, though she didn’t quite meet the level to be a model. She had a slender figure and breasts that were a little larger than what my mom’s were naturally, though of course, my mom could cheat. She had golden blond hair that went to her shoulder and was currently dressed in an outfit with a short skirt and somewhat revealing top, almost as though she was ready to go on a date.

Even though aunt June only looked to be I her mid-twenties, she was actually my mom’s older sister. Twelve years older. And in spite of her appearance, she was something of an expert which was why mom had called her for help.

“I came as soon as I could,” aunt June said, staring at me with a curious look.

“Thank you,” mom told her with a weak smile. “I appreciate it. So, how have things been going for you?”

“The same as usual,” aunt June responded with a grin and a shrug. “Every time I kiss a prince, he turns into a frog.”

Mom and aunt June both chuckled at that old joke. I heard it just about every time the two of them met up. It was a reference to aunt June’s talent of being able to turn people into frogs for a little while. Apparently, she’d first discovered this talent when she was having her first kiss and actually turned the boy into a frog.

“But it’s still fun trying to find the right prince,” aunt June added before turning her attention back to me. She reached out and gently touched my face, saying, “Is that really you Aaron?”

“Um…yeah,” I responded self-consciously.

Of course, I wasn’t quite as embarrassed as I would have been if she’d seen me last night or even a couple hours ago. After only an hour or so of being sexy and busty, my body had changed back to the plain girl version that I’d first been this morning.

“I’m sorry, honey,” aunt June told me with a wry look. “I’m sure this has to be a bit of a shock for you.”

“Last night was Aaron’s changing day,” mom told her. “He changed, proving that he’s a Were like his father. But this morning, he didn’t change back to normal…at least not all the way.”

“You mentioned that on the phone,” aunt June said, giving me an even odder look. “I’m afraid that I don’t really know much about Weres.”

“But this morning, he used magic,” mom explained. “I think he has a talent.”

“You have a talent too?” aunt June asked. “You’re both a Were and Touched?”

“We didn’t think it was possible,” dad said while Vivian nodded in agreement.

“We’ve never heard of anyone being both Were and Touched,” mom told her with a grimace. “I thought it was impossible...”

Aunt June gave me another curious look and mused, “Just because you’ve never heard of it happening before, that doesn’t mean it hasn’t.” Then she asked me, ”Can you show me your talent?”

I gulped at that. “Um…I’ve only had it happen once. I’m not sure if I can do it again…”

“Nonsense,” aunt June said with an amused look. “If you are touched, you should be able to use your talent without any problem.”

I scowled at that and then reminded myself that I’d have to show her everything if she was going to be able to help me. With that, I tried repeating what I’d done earlier by accident. I reached out for the magic and suddenly felt it kick in. My body was changing again.

My flesh rippled and changed, though I was getting used to it enough that I could actually pay attention to how I was changing. I especially paid attention to my breasts swelling larger, stopping at a DD cup size.

When I finished changing, I looked down at myself, already knowing exactly how I looked. After I’d changed like this earlier today, I’d checked myself out pretty well.

I was now 5 foot 10, a tiny bit taller than I was in my normal male form. My hair was still black but had grown longer and now touched my shoulder blades. And of course, I looked much prettier and sexier.

Then I adjusted my glasses self-consciously, annoyed that even though my body had changed so much, I still needed the glasses. I looked at aunt June to see her reaction of my new form.

“Sort of like your talent,” aunt June told my mom with a grin. “Instant makeover…”

“A little,” mom admitted. “I only make my breasts grow larger. Aaron seems to improve his entire body.”

“That depends on how you define the word improve,” I said, not bothering to keep the sarcasm from my voice.

“You’re definitely Touched,” aunt June said, giving me an amused look. Then she said, “Now tell me everything you can about his Were form and what happened…”

Since I was the one who’d gone through this, I was the one who explained what had happened and how I’d changed. I felt embarrassed as I described my other form and how I’d actually felt turned on while I was like that. However, I did neglect to mention that I’d actually played with myself. There were some things that were just too private.

“Very interesting,” aunt June mused thoughtfully when I was finished. “A succubus…” She shook her head, gave me a sympathetic look and said, “I have a few things I want to try…”

Aunt June reached into her purse and pulled out a crystal ball that was about the size of a baseball, then she reached in and pulled out several more items. I watched curiously, wondering what she had in mind.

“How in the world did you fit all that into that purse?” Vivian blurted out, giving the purse a suspicious look.

“Magic,” aunt June responded smugly.

“Her purse is bigger on the inside than the outside,” mom added, looking a little jealous.

“Sort of like a Tardis,” I explained.

“What’s a Tardis?” Vivian asked with a blank look.

“Something from one of Aaron’s old science fiction shows,” mom told her, giving me an amused look. “It always surprises me that Aaron is more interested in science fiction than something like Harry Potter…”

I just snorted at that. “Harry Potter is too much like reality. If you want something with real imagination, watch Doctor Who or Farscape…”

“Nevermind that,” aunt June said, looking like she was trying to keep from laughing. She handed me the crystal ball and said. “Concentrate on this…”

I held the sphere and concentrated on it like I’d been instructed and it began to glow blue. Aunt June nodded at that and then snatched the crystal ball out of my hand without saying a thing. She then used several of the crystals and amulets she’d pulled out of her purse, though I wasn’t really sure what any of them did.

When aunt June was finished, she looked at me and said, “I think I know why you can’t change back.”

“Go ahead,” dad said, obviously trying to remain patient though I could see the worry on his face.

“You are definitely Touched,” aunt June told me, her expression turning serious. “I’m guessing that you tapped into magic for the first time last night…maybe even while you were changing. As you know, the first time you draw on magic, it forms a pattern that is branded onto your being and which forms your talent. It appears that either your Were form influenced how your pattern formed…but admittedly, it could have been the other way around.”

“So, his turning into a…a succubus is why he gets…like that,” mom said, gesturing to me. I noticed her breast size increase a cup or so. She tended to use her talent like that almost unconsciously whenever she felt too outdone.

“But why didn’t he change back?” dad demanded, keeping his voice calm and quiet, but barely. “Why is Aaron still a girl?”

Aunt June was silent for a moment before she abruptly asked, “How much do you know about the magic class system?”

Dad gave her a blank look while Vivian responded, “Absolutely nothing.”

“Not a whole lot,” mom admitted. “Of course, I’ve heard of it, but I can’t pull enough magic to make it very relevant.”

Aunt June nodded at that and looked intently at me. “The amount of magic you can draw is measured on a scale of one through ten. Most Touched are only a class one or two. You have to be a class three before you have enough magic to do anything more than just your talent. It’s the very minimum level to become a sorceress…” She paused for a moment before adding, “You just measured as a class four. You have enough magic to become a sorcerer.”

“You’re kidding,” I blurted out, staring at aunt June in surprise. “Me…a sorcerer?”

For the touched, being a sorcerer was a little like being a Mythic, though not quite as rare. About one out of every ten Touched could draw enough magic to become one, though unlike the special talents that they…that we have, using sorcery requires a lot of training.

“But what does that have to do with his being a girl?” dad asked in frustration.

Mom stared at me with a sinking look and then she looked to aunt June. “I think I know. It’s one of those sorcerer’s marks…isn’t it.”

“I think so,” aunt June said, looking just a little sad.

“What’s a sorcerer’s mark?” I demanded, getting even more worried than before because of the way mom and aunt June were acting.

“Sometimes, when a Touched is able to draw enough magic,” aunt June began to explain, “it does more than just give them the pattern for their talent. Sometimes the extra magic causes unexpected side effects. They used to say that these side effects mark you as a sorcerer. They’re sorcerer’s marks.”

“What?” I demanded, grabbing my breasts and grimacing. “These are side effects? I thought these were from my talent…”

“Well, they are,” aunt June told me with a sigh. “But I think the reason you stayed as a girl is that it’s a sorcerer’s mark. Obviously, influenced by your Were form and talent.”

I stared at her with a sinking feeling as I asked, “Is this going to wear off?”

“I don’t know,” aunt June admitted. “Every sorcerer’s mark is different.” She paused to give me a wry smile and added, “Mine is that my eyes tend to glow when I get…excited.” Then she blushed a little and before saying, “Probably not.”

I stared at aunt June, feeling like my heart was jumping into my throat. Then I slowly looked down at myself and the bulges which pushed out from my shirt, muttering, “Frak.”