714: by the book

A brother and sister use a magic book to help her become pregnant. What can possibly go wrong? One part of a mult-thread story for the How Novel is It? catagory of Erin's Strangefellow's day contest.

"… Holy mother of ... ! … it’s worse. This is beyond my knowledge, time for me to call in some BIG favors. The Witches’ Council will have a fit over this. At least Laura and … John are alive and healthy … VERY healthy, all things considered.”

714: by the book

This is not a fan fiction of the Whateley Academy stories. This is not a test of the Emergency Broadcast System. This is an entry in Erin’s Oddfellows Day contest — Geese, I thought the Oddfellows was this church based organization … Oh it’s the Strangefellows day contest, is it? Your constructive criticism and advice is appreciated but it hasn’t stopped me from continuing to write. This is an exercise in the joys of creativity and in appreciation of the wonderful Whatel … BC … in appreciation of Bob’s generous… Oh, heck, after all these months I can’t even remember which contest this is. Is it still 2007? I want my Mommy!

Any violations of copyright, trademark or use of real people or incidents are purely for purposes of humor or parody and done solely for the free enjoyment of the reading public. All rights reserved in perpetuity, John from Wauwatosa WI, 2007-2008.

Adult content advisory: this story may or may not contain situations and topics unsuitable for children. It’s usually mild stuff, but you were warned. This story carries the Seal of Approval of the Guild of Evil Blonde Proofreaders, so “You know it has to be bad ®.”

Conversion Tables - Zwei

By John from Wauwatosa
Contents refined by Holly Logan
Provides 100% of an adult’s RDA of irony and coppery too

* * * *

Downtown Milwaukee, Wisconsin, four years ago to the day
March 2, 2007, Noonish

“Kim, what am I going to do? Tony was so happy when I said we were pregnant and now I find I’ve miscarried … again. He hugged me and said it was okay, and we could try again but, gods, I’m 45 years old. My doctor was not happy I went off the Pill, what with my asthma and obstructive lung disease. He said there was a risk, a serious risk to my heath if I went ahead, and now it’s for nothing. No fertility specialist will touch me; I’m too old and high risk.”

“Laura, I know how you feel. That’s why I asked you to lunch, well, why we both did. I’m only two years younger than you, but my pregnancy went well. Sherry here, her first pregnancy was very shaky but she’s had two healthy children since, and she’s no spring chicken either.”

“But Kim, you look ten years younger than you should, and Sherry here has turned her self around too. I’ve tried to get fit but I can only do so much with the asthma and … “

“Laura honey, Kim and I have both been in your situation. Kim was always skinny because she had a bad heart; she was a frail thing when she first came to the firm. I had preeclampsia in my first pregnancy. I could have died, and I was rather overweight, which made things worse.”

“I vaguely remember something about you two like you claim, but I thought that was my dreams?”

“Laura, it was Mrs. Minnesalle who helped us.”

“The elderly lady we gave the pro-bono legal help?”

“Yes. When we saved her home from those unscrupulous developers, she said she would pay us each back someday. You know how she stops by often with cookies she’s just baked, or fresh vegetables from her garden?” said Sherry.

“Laura, Mrs. Minnesalle is a witch, a white witch. The women in her family have been witches for generations. She heard of our problems and lent us this book,” said Kim.

“I suppose this book is magic, and made you young and healthy?” Laura knew as soon as she’d said, that it sounded sarcastic. ~~I shouldn’t have said that, but it just slipped out, and thinking about it, Yes, I guess I meant it to.~~

“It may be that powerful, but we each we’re only interested in bring our children safely into this world. The book has a spell. We read it for each other, as you can’t cast it on yourself; you have to cast it for another, with love. Otherwise it will not work . If only one casts the spell, it is not permanent, it only last a day or so. The magic makes one into their ideal version of themselves. It made us both healthy enough that our pregnancies became easy, and we’ve enjoyed great health and our improved bodies ever since. I’ll bet you thought we’d had plastic surgery.”

“The thought did come to mind, but that was your business, not mine. So you have this *magic* book then?” Laura asked in disbelief.

“No, but we told Mrs. Minnesalle, and she will bring it to you today just before we close. That’s why we wanted to eat together, so we could tell you and so you could get your husband to our office.”

“Why, surely he can’t … I want him to stay a man, couldn’t one of you? Not that I entirely believe you, but it sounds harmless enough, and I do trust you gals.”

“We can’t, you can only work this spell once or it could harm you. It’s like asking the favor of the gods too often. Once is all you get. But it’s safe for Tony to do. The spell only makes one their ideal self, man or woman. The magic changes the two who invoke it into the best of what their genes can be if all the junk was discarded. You’ve met her grandson, haven’t you?” Kim asked.

“The pro-football player? He’s built like a ... he’s built, um, everywhere. I’ve noticed.”

“She let her grandson and his childhood sweetheart use the book. He used to be a spindly science geek and Kelly had lost a leg to bone cancer and her uterus to an infection brought on by the chemo.”

“That can’t be, they have four kids and she has the sexiest legs this side of a Vegas chorus line. I’ve seen her up close; she could be a swimsuit model!”

“The book did it. He unselfishly wished for her to be a whole woman and she wished for him to be a man any woman would be fortunate to marry. They’ve loved each other since they were toddlers. The spell in the book made their lives complete.

“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. But Tony is out of town on business, and I have no way to contact him. Can’t it wait?”

“No, she has prepared the book for you and it must be used within 24 hours or never. The book must be prepared or *linked* to one of the two doing the spell. Whoever else is involved doesn’t matter. It’s a bit like the person it is prepared for is the key that unlocks the spell, but the time limit is absolute. She did anticipate this problem when we said you were at work today but we weren’t sure about Tony being available. Your brother can do it. You would be able to be a mother and in turn, give him the gift of health. At a latter date the book can be prepared for Tony and he can give the blessing to his sister, or someone else you two agree on.”

The two ladies told her more about this miraculous book until Laura feared her head would burst. Eventually they convinced her.

“I wish you had waited to do this, but I do trust you. I’ll call John, but it won’t be an easy sell.”

“Speed dial, 07. Pick up the phone. Come on… John? … It’s your sister ... Can you come to my office immediately? it’s vitally important …Thanks.”

“He’s on his way. Now comes that hard part, convincing him.”

* * * *

“Thanks for coming so quickly, bro.”

“You said it was important, so I came as fast as possible. You don’t often ask me for favors, so I knew it must be something big, Sis. I’m sorry about the baby. I wish it could have been otherwise, but given your health maybe it was best.”

“That’s exactly why I called you. There is a chance I can have a healthy baby, but I need your help.”

“What, is this, some weird male surrogate mother sci-fi thing? You know, where a man carries the embryo to term? We’re not going to have our genitals swapped? You can tell your husband even if we do, I am not *that* kind of girl.”

“No,” Laura laughed. “But I do really need your help. You’ve met my coworkers; you remember what they looked like when I started? Could you imagine Kim or Sherry looking like this and having had children?”

“Great, now, no matter what I say next, I insult your friends. To be brutally honest, Kim, Sherry, you look better than when we first met. You must have worked hard on your diet and exercise to get like this. You should be proud. That’s not to say you were in anyway unattractive women before. Am I off the hook? I was being silly, but you ladies do look lovely.”

“Laura, your brother is a gentleman. John, that was diplomatically put, and I am not offended. Here’s what this is all about. Mrs. Minnesalle is one of our clients. Has your sister mentioned her to you?”

“Is she the lady who brings in her surplus garden produce, and bakes those great cookies?”

“That’s the woman. She needed our help a while back, and was so grateful she’s been like a mother to us ever since.”

“So, what does this have to do with my sister and carrying a child?”

“She’s a white witch. She used a magic book to make us healthy and a little younger so we could be mothers.”

“Ri-ight, su-ure, Sherry. Have you been drinking or do I need to start?”

“How old am I?”

“You look to be in your upper twenties. I mean you have only the faintest lines around your eyes — they’re quite becoming, actually … But you’re a lawyer and have been since before Laura started here seven years ago. You must have been a child prodigy.”

“You’re sweet, John, but I looked older than this when we first met, you simply don’t remember. It’s part of the spell, it fades the memories people have of what you used to look like. I’m fifty, and I’m a month pregnant with my third child. Everyone child I’ve had has been since I turned 40. Mr. Minnesalle’s book is that powerful. My husband is 35, and I wear him out in bed.”

“You believe this book really can change a person?”

“I *know* it, John.”

“Let’s say I buy into this craziness, Sherry. Why do you ladies need me to know?”

“We assumed Tony would be in town today, so we told Mrs. Minnesalle to prep the book. She has to perform a spell to unlock the magic in the book and it must be tailored to a specific individual. We cut a small piece of your sisters hair yesterday on the pretense she needed a quick trim. The book is now linked to her and whomever she chooses to say the spell with her. We were afraid Laura would back out if we didn’t put some polite pressure on her. To be blunt, your sister is not exactly a risk taker, now is she, John?”

“I mean no offense, Laura.”

“None taken, Sherry.”

“That’s why we told Mrs. Minnesalle to prep the book. We didn’t want to give Laura time to talk herself out of this wondrous gift. We didn’t stop to think that Tony might not be available, I’m sorry but we do love your sister.”

“So, Sherry, tell her to put the book on-ice. Why is Tony needed, anyway?”

“John, this is why your sister had to call you, Mrs. Minnesalle can’t *put it on ice,* as you put it. Once the book is prepped, it must be used within 24 hours or you can never use it, ever. The book *knows* somehow. There are other spells in the book you can use more than once, but this spell is a one-time only offer — due to the age reduction, I suspect. Laura, you explain it to him.”

“Okay, Ill try but my head is still spinning from what you all have told me.”

“John, I’ll do my best to keep it simple. My head is still not fully wrapped around all that Kim and Sherry have told me. I’m told the spell is designed as two complementary parts, a bit like mixing epoxy. I’m using that analogy since you’re in the hardware business. If only one person says the spell, it wears off after a day — it doesn’t *setup* or *cure*. If two people say the spell for each other, then it is permanent. The spell only works once; there are no second chances — just like epoxy. I need you to bless me, then I, in turn, bless you. It enhances a person and fixes any injuries or genetic weaknesses. It won’t change your sex or species or do anything else to hurt you. So long as we say the spell with love in our hearts, we will both be a little younger — but still adults — and a lot healthier. We’ll be optimized versions of ourselves. What do you say, brother dear? Tony is too far away to get here in time, and we so want children. Please.”

“I want to help, but my rational mind keeps saying, you want me to what? Are you nuts, Sis?”

“John, have I ever dabbled in the occult? Have I ever given a hint of believing in the supernatural?”

“No, you always were, I mean, have been very rational. Now I wonder.”

“Trust me on this. This will work and it certainly will do no harm. Mrs. Minnesalle is a kind old lady, and Kim and Sherry swear it’s all true.”

“You ladies always struck me as being honest and decent. To lie to my sister about this would be sick. I can’t believe you would do that. Okay. I’m skeptical, but I’ll try. For you, Sis … Stop that, Sisters don’t kiss their brothers! … Tony must be good for you, you kiss nice, Sis.”

“But you deserved it, and maybe now you can get a lady-friend. You know mom and dad want to see you happy. They are so sad you’ve never married.”

“Sis, what do I have to offer? I’m average in looks at best, and I have a crummy job working in a hardware store.”

“Don’t say that. You’re not unattractive, and you have lots of repeat customers who praise your service.”

“But that doesn’t help much. We’re barely staying above water what with the Home Despots and Wallyworlds competing against us.”

“John, if the spell works -- and I am sure it will -- you will have to beat the women off with sticks. You will be trim, muscular, have a full head of hair, great teeth and look and feel better overall. You’re not bad looking now, despite your personal doubts. The spell will make you the best you can be. The spell also enhances your mind; you will be smarter than before. That should help you with business.”

“Okay, for you I’ll do this. Um, this won’t backfire and I’ll end up with a two-foot-long penis or some other ludicrous feature? I’ve seen those models of what the body looks like from the standpoint of sensitivity to stimulus. You know, the huge face, lips, tongue, head, hands, feet and genitals, like some bizarre fertility god statue?”

“No my brother, you’ll be within the normal range for a man in all things just better than most in *every* way. You don’t think I want a stripper’s body? I just want to be healthy enough to have and raise children. Is it too much to ask?”

“I said I’d try. I’m sold, let’s get this over with. I don’t mean to sound curt, Sis, but we are short handed at the hardware so I have to work this evening .”

* * * *

“Thank you for inviting us into your house, Mrs. Minnesalle, I can’t thank you enough for what you are doing.”

“You ladies saved my home. I’ve lived there all my life, as did three generations before me. I have many happy memories here, and losing it would have killed me. This is nothing, compared to your kindness. This isn’t your Tony, is he?”

“Mrs. Minnesalle, I’m John. Tony is out of town and can’t make it. I’m Laura’s brother.”

“I can see the resemblance. I can sense your worry and skepticism, and no, I can’t read minds, but I can read emotions, and I’m good at reading body language. That last skill requires no magical talents.”

“So what do we do? I want to do this right. I owe it to my sister; I wasn’t the nicest to her when she was little, and I do love her.”

“You take turns reading from the book. You need to be holding it while you do, and face the person you are blessing. When one finishes, then the other takes the book and reads the same blessing to the first one. I have marked the particular pages you must read with Post-it notes to make it easy. The original text is some obscure language, the characters are possibly a variant on ancient Greek, but I have never been able to translate it. It’s likely it is another language which had no written form, and Greek was used to record it. Long ago an ancestor translated it to Latin and my grandmother translated it to English. Here, take a look, but don’t read it out loud.”

“This is gibberish.”

“It’s phonetic; you read it carefully and say the sounds out loud. The magic is tied to that ancient language, but you only need to speak it, not understand it. You must have sung Frá¨re Jacques in grade school or kindergarten. Did you know what the words meant or simply sing the sounds? The Latin text is phonetic, too. Take your time and speak it as it reads, and you’ll be fine. I’ve used this spell myself and helped others use it dozens of times without any problems.”

“You used it on yourself?”

“My aunt gave me the book when she saw I had the gift. My husband and I used it, though he wasn’t my husband at the time. He had been severely injured in an automobile accident as a teen and withdrew from his friends. I was a neighbor; he was 15 when it happened and I was 12, and had a big crush on him but couldn’t tell him. Though it killed me to see him crippled and in a wheelchair, we stayed friends, I wouldn’t let him pull away from me. When I turned 16, my aunt gave me the book and told me what it could do. I knew at once I would use it to cure him, even if he hated me for it. I tricked him into reading it with me; I told him it was a book of silly poetry.

We read the words. I kissed him and told him I loved him just before we fell asleep. The transformation took a lot of energy, magic and physical, due to all the repairs it made to his body. I woke to find him cradling me in his muscular arms and looking at me with an intensity I had never seen before in anyone … I was married at 17 and a mother at eighteen. I never regretted it. We raised six children here; the house was never quiet in those days. Frank was a fine man and we had a long life together. He died in an industrial fire. He was a firefighter and died saving lives. He would have lived if he hadn’t gone in that last time to look for a lost man. They were almost out when the roof collapsed. In the book there is a spell to heal a body but … It was a closed casket funeral, for what they could find of him. But then, Frank was always a daredevil.”

“’I’m’ so sorry. You must have loved him very much to cry for him after all these years. How long ago was it, ten, twenty?”

“He died in 1961, at the age of 54. He was a month from forced retirement at 55, but he looked like he was thirty-five.”

“But that makes you … Hearing about you, I though were near 70. Now looking at you, you can’t be more than 45, if that.”

“John, I turn 97 June 9th. That’s not to say you will age the same as I …”

“I should hope not. I am a man, I’ll have you know.” John laughed nervously.

“Your brother is a nut, Laura. I like him, my Frank was that way.”

“You promise my sister won’t be hurt, or anyone else either? I’ve read enough stories about magic making someone young or beautiful by stealing the same from someone else. No first born sons pledged to Satan?”

Mrs. Minnesalle laughed. “No, and no selling your soul to the Devil or worse, to a lawyer. Follow my instructions with reasonable care — some plain-old common sense -- and all will go well. I will leave you two alone to work the spell while I putter in the garden. With the doors closed I won’t hear the spell, and you won’t be disturbed. There is a one-page note with all the instructions written down step-by-step so you won’t be confused. Think of it as Magic for Dummies. It’s tucked in the book. Sorry about step two. It is important, though.”

“Um, sure, Mrs. Minnesalle. My sister and I will make sure to do that.”

”What was that about?” he said to Laura after Mrs. Minnesalle left.

* * * *

“Okay Sis. Step one, close all windows tight, draw the blinds and lock the door.”

“Check.”

“Step two. Take off all clothing, accessories and jewelry, including all rings, piercings — all of it. The spell is most effective if you are both naked. Don’t ask me how I persuaded my Frank, that’s private.”

“If they could do it … If you don’t stare, I won’t. Not that I would, you are my brother, yuck!”

“Agreed … Those are nice, Sis.”

“John! You said you wouldn’t peek.”

“Sorry, Sis. Great ass!”

“Right, pencil-dick.”

“Hey, it’s cold in here.”

“Step three. Light the candles and turn off the electric light, radio, etc. They only interfere with your concentration.”

“Check”

“That’s it, except for reading the book while facing each other close enough you can easily pass the book back and forth. She says the person the book was prepped for, that’s you, Sis, should go last. Here are the instructions. Did I miss anything?”

“It all looks okay. We are to read the pages Mrs. Minnesalle marked, and only those pages, John. Aren’t you glad it has a phonetic English version under each of the lines; no way could I have pronounced this stuff. The last instructions are, as you said, to sit in a comfortable position on the floor close together facing each other and to read the marked passage.”

“Okay sis, I need to concentrate. Ammara wesle foramus, zia pidora … zindaus. Veras hemai uno tella imdeminus unba samit. Amen. That was it Sis how do you feel …? Sis, your eyes are glowing. It’s faint but they are glowing. Wow, the candles are burning bright green, weird.”

“John? I feel strange … but I have to say the spell soon, or it won’t work and if you don’t get your wish, I lose mine. Hand me the book; whoa, my vision blurred for a moment and I felt dizzy. I’m okay now.

“Ammara wesle foramus, zia pidora”

-- thud … flup —

“ … zinfanaus. Feminas henati pepetuous duo tella identcus unba samit. Amen. That’s it, I’m sorry, my eyes got blurry and I had trouble reading. I dropped the book when I felt dizzy. Oooh, I felt dizzy again. I’m lucky it opened to the next page or lord knows what might have happened. I hope I said the spell right. “

“I don’t know, Sis, it sounded different somehow … I feel so sleepy and oooh! Sis …”

“John, you were wrong, the candles are burning an intense purple-blue, like a black-light. John, John something’s gone; wrong. I can’t see well at all. Everything is so blurry ... Oh, I feel stupid. My mistake, I don’t need my glasses anymore … John … John is that you? … Wake up, you don’t look well at all. You …You don’t look like you anymore?! The book, oh my … look at the book! John, wake up! Forgive me, this isn’t the page I was supposed to read. Oh, God what have I done?”

“Oooh ….Sis, help me, I feel like I’m on fire … God, it hurts! Help me; please make it stop!!”

-- Thud --

“John, don’t worry, I’ll get …Ooh, I feel odd. I ….”

-- Thud flup …thud --

* * * *

~~That’s odd. I felt the magic of the book working. The wards usually contain all but a trace of the magic. I’ve felt it working before, though never that strong but they are brother and …~~

~~What was that? The last time I felt a sensation like that, Virginia used a transmutation spell on her nephew, that poor confused boy. What does *she* call herself now … Goddess! I felt the magic again; it’s never been this intense. Someone read the wrong spell, but the first part felt normal, sort of~~

“I’m coming, you two, it will be alright!” ~~I hope.~~,

“Open the door! It’s Mrs. Minnesalle. Open up!” ~~Now where is that spare key?~~

“OH Goddess! Calm down, this may not be as bad as it looks … Let’s see how you two turned out… My, Laura, you’re a heart breaker, a little younger than I expected. A lot younger, you look like a college girl, if that. You could pass for a high school junior. Your husband will be so happy.

“Now John, how did you … Holy mother of ... ! … it’s worse. This is beyond my knowledge, time for me to call in some BIG favors. The Witches’ Council will have a fit over this. At least Laura and … John are alive and healthy … VERY healthy, all things considered.”

* * * *

“John, can you hear me? It’s Tony. I can’t thank you enough for what you did for my wife and I. My Laura is gorgeous and in perfect health. It is far more than she expected, and we thank you for it. Mrs. Minnesalle says I can undergo the spell in a few days, she has a grandniece who is ashamed of her body and we can say the spell for each other. I’m sorry. What happened to you will be a shock, but you have my support for as long as you need it. It’s not what you wanted, but it’s really for the best, John, believe me. You’ll …”

“My brother, you must hate me and it’s all my fault…”

“Hon, sit down. Your transformation was almost as severe as John’s. You were unconscious for 48 hours.”

”I’m fine. My transformation was far easier, and you know it. I’ll take it easy, but I have to be with him when … It’s only fair! Mrs. Minnesalle, John moved; I think he’s awake.”

“Ooooh.” ~~What a hangover! Those distorted noises sound like people. Damn why did they have to wake me? I was having the most erotic dream.~~ Ooooh!” ~~There she goes again. Did I get lucky? Whoever she is she sure sounds sexy.~~

“It’s my fault, John, if I may call you that. I’m Mrs. Minnesalle, we met? You’re at my house recovering. I should have warned your sister about eyeglasses and the like, a huge error on my part. I though the being naked and no jewelry, no accessories covered it. My mistake.”

“Th …tha … thwata?”

“Water? Sip slowly, John, you’ve been unconscious for some time.”

“Than …thank …Thanks, that’s better… Huh? ... Something’s wrong with my voice. I sound like you, Sis, just lower pitched and more resonant. Why am I blindfolded and tied down? Let me go! This is ... My body feels wrong, what happened?”

“I’ll untie you as Mrs. Minnesalle explains what happened, but promise me you won’t panic. I swear, when you look at what’s happened you’ll see you, we, were blessed. Not quite as intended, but blessed … amply. Okay my, ah brother?”

”Okay?”

“John, when your sister’s vision blurred, she dropped the book. The Post-it notes popped off and it opened to the wrong page. The spell was very similar to the one she had started to read, but different. By the time she realized her mistake it was too late. She ended up reading the first half of the rejuvenation spell, and the last half of a transformation/transmutation spell. Because both spells were so similar, and both of you read them with love for one another they interacted successfully, they hybridized. They combined into one spell and produced two consistent and permanent results. That is the Reader’s Digest explanation. It’s more complex than that. The magics catalyzed each other, how we haven’t a clue. The total effect was greater than the sum of both spells added normally.

“This new spell is a one off, I’m afraid. I called in some favors and you were examined by the best witches and sorcerers I know. They all say the same. To try and change you back would likely kill you, that’s if we can duplicate what you two did. We can only guess which spell she read in error; it could be one of several. To be honest, even knowing exactly what was said, using magic to counter magic is dangerous. Given the powerful magics you and your sister unleashed you’d likely both die in trying to undo what was done to you. It’s not all bad news, the women who examined your sister and you all wanted to know how to duplicate it. We didn’t let the guys look too close, though they all wanted to …”

“What? What do you mean, exactly?”

“Tony and I are going to help you up, then we’ll take off the blindfold. You trust your brother—in-law? Take a deep breath, stay calm, and look in the mirror. Then you will understand everything.”

“Hang on, John, while I get a grip under your arms …”

“Okay, Mrs. Minnesalle … Tony, you pervert! Get you hands off … my … breasts? I’m a woman, I take it? Excuse me while I… Just a quick feel … definitely female, the old Crocodile Dundee trick never fails.”

— giggle --

“Sorry I laughed there but … I do sound like a girl, don’t I?”

“I find it remarkable you are not panicking, John. It could be a side effect of how well the hybridized spell rewrote you. I wish I could take credit for the outcome. I’ve seen the results of many of rejuvenation and beauty spells. They work but never to this extent — I’m envious,” the old witch said. “There goes your blindfold, John, take a good look. You did turn out unusually fine.”

“What do you … Crap! … That’s me? I look like a centerfold. I can’t be more than 20 if I’m even that. I’ve seen science—fiction fantasy pinup art that wasn’t as sexy. Sis, can I see you?”

“Hi, John, what do you think of your sister now?”

“…My god, Sis, we’re identical twins!? We, we … oooh.”

“John, John? Help me get him, her to the bed. He, I mean, my sister fainted.”

“Your brother didn’t take the news well, did he, Honey?”

“True, but I hope my new sister will. Just look at her. If she can’t be a success in that body, she’s a fool and my broth … sister was never a fool. I heard what you said to her, about supporting her as long as it takes.”

“So? I meant it.”

“You deserve a reward for that. And I know just the thing.”

“Honey what are you doing … Let go of my …You want to *do it * here, on her kitchen table?!”

“She, he, oh … John’s waking, you lovebirds.”

“Coming, Mrs. M! Damn it, Tony.”

* * * *

“Am I okay, I’m so tired? That stupid spell isn’t killing me?”

“Far from it, this must be hard for you, but when you understand the upside, I think you’ll come to accept, even come to love what you you’ve become.

“John, my fellow witches believe the combined spell transformed your sister and you into the most perfect females possible, based on your combined genetics. In other words, you are better looking, healthier, smarter, more talented and just more *everything* than the best either of you could be individually.

“What do you mean by *everything*? And how do you know this?”

“John, you were out for five days. The magic had to do a lot more to change you than it needed to do for me. While you finished transforming, some friends of Mrs. Minnesalle ran me though a host of tests, both medical and magical. The medical people say they have never seen any woman as healthy as me. My asthma is gone, along with all my allergies, and I have perfect teeth. They x-rayed me; there is no evidence I ever had pneumonia. The lung damage is gone. Hon, I’m even a virgin again.”

“That won’t be for long.”

“Tony, you’re embarrassing John. But I think I’d like you to help me with that little problem. Sorry, but it doesn’t sound as if we’ll be completely identical for long, John.”

“You’re smiling, John. I like that.”

“I’m happy for you, Sis. You deserve this. You look beautiful, and for you to finally be healthy is a blessing. I… I hope I can be as happy. I promise I’ll try.”

“That’s all I ask, um …?” Um, John?”

“Why ya’ whispering, Sis?”

“Your nipples are erect and your cheeks are flushed. Something has you aroused. Don’t be embarrassed, I’m more *sensitive* since our change, too, Sis.”

“Sis I’ll be okay; it’s I’m ... ah … Oh crap. I’m hot for you, my own sister. The male in me sees this total babe and ... Does it mean what I think it does when your legs part on their own and you get wet down there? I’m a pervert; I’m lusting for my own twin.”

“John, I feel some attraction to you and I never looked at other women not that I think lesbianism is wrong. If that is what you chose, I’ll support you. At the moment I think it’s our new bodies combined with your male mindset. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“So this is just temporary?”

“I hope so, sis. That’s something else I’ve been thinking of. What about your name. You can’t be John anymore. You’re a woman and there is no denying it.

”Sis, I agree I’d better get used to it, but I will not change my name, forget that!”

“Okay, I can see that’s a sore point with you. Why not a compromise? You could consider changing the spelling to Jon, it’s less obviously male. Joan or Jean are nice, classic names if you don’t want something too trendy.”

“That’s precisely why I won’t change it. I’m not ashamed of who I was. I was John. Damn it I AM John! I want to remember. Maybe I’ll change my name someday, but I don’t want to lose me. Can you understand?”

“Gods, you’re not thinking of having surgery to … you know, change you back?”

“.As to surgery, Sis, I may not be happy but I’ve always wanted children. Hell, if I have to be artificially inseminated, I’ll do it if that’s what it takes. Sexual reassignment surgery would take that chance away from me. I may wish to be a man again, but I want to have children to love and grandchildren to spoil rotten, ones that are mine. Adoption is fine and even noble, but it’s not me.”

“You’re not going to cut you hair short, strap your breasts and dress like a man?”

“That would be stupid, and with this chest, downright painful, but don’t expect me to be a fashion plate, either.”

“Have you really looked at yourself? Heck, look at me; we’re identical, Sis. We’re gorgeous; we put most women to shame. I had to go out shopping the other day and several people asked me if I was a model or an actress.

“And there’s a lot more to it than just our being young and attractive. In those medical tests, they checked my fitness. I have always been fit, but never an athlete. This new body is a wonder. I’m so graceful, and flexible. I ran for an hour on a treadmill and never got winded. I got a little sweaty, but that was it. I felt wonderful afterward, so alive and energetic. My sense of balance is phenomenal, and I’m so strong. Oh, I’m completely fertile and biologically about 19 or 20. Everything I am, you are, Sis. Isn’t it wonderful?”

“I suppose, … but I’m not jumping in the sack with some guy to prove it. I’m me. I will not be what I am not.”

John, you’re a woman, you are not a man any longer. It will take time but I like being a woman and I love being a woman for my man. I pray you will too. Oh, dear, this may be a shock. You are also a natural witch, we both are.”

“A witch?”

“You’re white witches like me,” Mrs. Minnesalle said, interrupting the twins. “You must have had some potential in your family, and then, when the spell combined the best of each of you, you both became gifted. The huge expenditure of magic the spells unleashed left a considerable residue in your bodies. With training, you and your sister may become talented and powerful witches, possibly the most powerful in some time. You may be capable of doing what the spells in the book do, but without the assistance of a mystical object like it. It took dozens of skilled witches several generations to imbue that book with power. We, that is the Council, scanned you ladies and you each have as much power as the book. Your combined level of magical potential is unprecedented, and almost frightening.

“The local witches’ council can find nothing on record that compares or comes close, certainly not in modern times. They are concerned for your safety and wish to assist you in your training. The offer is a standing one you may refuse or accept freely, without consequence.”

“Huh?”

“She means you can quit if you want and they will not stop you or withdraw the offer either. The council talked with me and would like to talk with us both. They feel bad about what happened to you and they welcome the opportunities our powers present. I think we scare them a bit, but they mean us well. Somehow I know this. We could do serious good with our abilities, John. Please, consider the offer.”

“I’ll think about it. Can I get cleaned up and get some clothes? I need to get back to some semblance of normality.”

“As if our lives ever were normal, dear Sister of mine. Normal we have never been, and thank God for it.”

“I wish I knew how it will turn out? Life seems so much more uncertain now, Laura,”

“Yeah, ain’t it grand?”

* * * *

John’s journal, March 2, 2011

I begin this audio journal for my children, should I ever be blessed with any, or for the heirs to my estate, should I not. I’m writing this down so you may understand me better and, if you are my children, to understand your heritage. My sister suggested I do this to help me overcome some lingering *issues* I have about my transformation. She also thinks our story could make a great book or film. Just what Sis and I need, more publicity! I’ll explain more about that later. I have done things in my life I am ashamed of, and things I remember with pride. The following describes an early incident that illustrates this dichotomy.

In the four years since our, my sister Laura and my, transformations, life has been hard at times, for me anyways. My sister hit the ground running — so to speak — and has never looked back.

My sister’s marriage is stronger than ever. Tony did the spell a month after we did, and looks *marvelous*, so does Mrs. Minnesalle’s grandniece, Celia. Celia is one of my closest friends, and for a short while we were live-in lovers as I tried to sort out my life. We are still exceptionally close.

My sister’s a mother now, twice. I love my nieces. I spoil them rotten, but then I’m their favorite aunt. That’s not to say they don’t love Tony’s sister, Renae. She and my sister were not close, Renae thought he could do better. She also had a high opinion of herself, and thought she was better than Tony. I’d never met her until after our ‘accident.’ Our first meeting did not start out well. I was staying with Tony and Sis, trying to make sense of my wreck of a life. She rang the front doorbell. When I opened the door as Laura and Tony were busy bringing in groceries in the back way, Renae walked in like she owned the place.

“Tony, I came as soon as I could rearrange my schedule. How’s Laura?” She acted like I wasn’t there.

“Hello, Renae,” I said in greeting. I was straining not to shout obscenities at her. It had been nearly two months since the *accident* and she lived only fifty miles away.

“Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my brother’s house?”

~~She *noticed* me.~~ “I’m Laura’s sister, John.”

“You’re John, yah right. Like you’re related to that geeky sister-in-law of mine. Don’t lie to me. How much did those breasts set you back? They are big for my taste, but they look great on you. I bet they earn you a lot of tips at Hooters, or did Tony pick you up at a strip club? Who was your surgeon? I was thinking of having mine done. So Tony finally got some brains and dumped the frump? At least he has some taste. You’re hot. ”

All the anger, fear and worry I’d tried to push out of my mind in those first few days since my change roared back at once. I did something I never thought I would ever do.

-- SLAP — right across her face. She stood in shock; I seethed on the edge of losing all control.

“If you ever spout that filth about my sister, you’ll be missing teeth or worse, Got it, bitch? I’ve never hit anyone before. Don’t make me hit you again!” ~~Yeow! That stings. I hope I didn’t hurt her. I am so mad I think I’m gonna be sick~~

“Please don’t hit me! Calm down, you really must be her sister, to be that angry. I can see some resemblance but I thought she only had a brother? … You said you are John? That’s impossible, no way! You had me going there for a moment. I’m met a few TGs in my job as a campus recruiter, and no way were you ever a guy. Is this some kind of sick practical joke by Laura to get even with me? Are you’re her cousin?”

“It’s no joke, I’m not her cousin, *Renae*. Laura is my sister, my blood sister. I can’t state it any other way or I’d be lying. I'm sorry I hit you, but what you said was insulting.”

“Tony, I can hear you in the other room. What’s going on and who is … are? … Identical twins? Oh this is too rich! This must have cost you a bundle, Tony.”

“Renae, I thought you were better than this.”

“Tony?!”

“I’m ashamed of what you said to my wife and her sister. If I’d been in the room I would have slapped you too, sister or no.”

“Tony? Is that you? You look so … manly.”

“So I looked like a sissy, did I?”

“No, I mean you always were skinny as a kid and a man. I don’t understand. You’re better developed than most guys on our college wrestling team but how? I know *that* voice and the way you speak and it is you, Tony. It may be a little deeper, but the voice is you. Christ, how did this happen? I saw you six months ago, and you looked nothing like this.”

“Let me explain, Tony.”

“Good luck, John.”

“My sister’s coworkers knew she wanted a child but was having little success. They knew of a white witch who had this magic book. The spell required two people, each to wish for the benefit of the other. My sister flipped to the wrong page when her vision blurred — the spell was in a foreign language so she didn’t realize her error— and instead of us both becoming healthier versions of ourselves, we became these male fantasy twins. To be brutally honest, I think the magic read both our DNA and our minds. We’re a combination of my sister’s ideal body image, and my fantasy woman.”

“You did it again. I almost believed you this time. That is the biggest load of crap I have ever heard. Steroids could do this to you if you abused them, Tony but if you think I’ll believe these two Barbie Dolls are your wife and her equally geeky brother you’re …”

“Don’t you dare insult Tony or my sister that way. Shut up, Renae!”

“…”

“Cat got your tongue, Renae?”

“… … … ?!”

“This is beyond funny, Renae. God you’re such a bitch!”

“! … !!!! … !!!!!!!!”

“I am SO sorry, Renae. I’ll get you a pen and paper.” Turning, “Uh, Tony, I think I just muted your sister. I’ll restore her, I promise.”

“John, you worked magic? Mrs. Minnesalle said it was possible, but how?”

“I was pissed at Renae, Tony, and you know I haven’t taken this transformation well. It just happen … Gods, if I said or thought something like ‘why don’t you die’. I could have killed …

“Renae, don’t run off! Please, don’t be afraid. It was an accident, like what happened to Laura and I. The transformation spell to make my sister a little younger, healthier and fertile went wrong. Sis and I ended up identical twins and, um, … witches. But good witches, I swear! I’ll make it up to you. Sis, get Mrs. Minnesalle on the phone. We have an emergency.”

* * * *

“Thanks, Mrs. M., I owe you big time for this … Yes, I will come in for magic training, you have my word, but let me make it up to my sister-in-law first. Gotta go now, bye.”

“Renae, our white witch friend says since I did this by instinctively lashing out, I should be able to reverse it. You take your time writing … There is no need to rush, Renae.

“I see, Renae. No, you have every reason to be afraid of me and what I might subconsciously do to you. I promise I mean you no harm. Sit on my lap and hug me… I’m not a pervert; If I want to touch a woman’s behind I have my own now, 24/7. It’s good to see you smile. Relax and think of happy things. Mrs. Minnesalle said this will only work if I feel positive thoughts about you, both consciously and subconsciously. Be honest, your behavior to my sister Laura did not give me a favorable impression of you.”

“That’s it, Renae, a big hug now, don’t be shy. Forgive me, Renae, I want to be your friend. .. Let’s start over, and maybe we can be good friends … I’m so sorry I hurt you. I wish you were as you were before I muted you, only better… I’m trying, I really am. I can’t stand hurting anyone!”

“It’s okay, John I forgive ... my voice? It’s back. Thank you! This is for you, John.”

“Mmm, that was nice.”

“I feel so stupid to have doubted you, but you have to admit it was a wild story.”

“I glad it worked. You can stop hugging me if you want, but don’t stop unless you want too. Nice kiss, by the way.”

“My pleasure. I ... I need a hug, John. God that sounds strange, calling you John, but I’ll get used to it. I’m such a bitch because George is cheating on me. Oh, hell, he left me last week and cleaned out two of our joint accounts before I found out. It’s taken all this time to protect what was left. Thank God he couldn’t’ touch my IRA and retirement funds.”

“You want I should turn him into a frog? Or make him a eunuch? I’m willing to give it a try.”

“John, I think we will be very good friends.”

* * * *

See what I mean about how I have these two sides to my nature, the impulsive, emotional side and the thoughtful, compassionate side? Four years since my transformation, I am still that way but I am getting better. One other good thing came out of this incident besides my friendship with Renae. That also goes back to our first meeting. God, I wish I had this all on video.

* * * *

“Sis, have you seen yourself?”

“What is it Tony? I feel normal.”

“There’s a full sized mirror in our bedroom, Renae. Take a good look at yourself..”

“Thanks, Laura … Oh my, did you do this consciously, John?”

“If I hurt you in any way I’ll fix it, I promise. I tried to think only positive thing about you, honest.”

“Smokn’ sis.

“John, I don’t think you will have any complaints from my sister.

“Sis, since when were you a real redhead? Cute freckles!”

“Tony! Get your filthy eyes out of here. If you need to stare at a half-naked woman, I suggest your wife … uh … I’m a red-head?”

* * * *

I’d not known, but Renae had long been envious of women with good figures.

“John, I was a late bloomer and I … developed unevenly. I understand most women have one breast that is larger than the other but the difference is usually modest, and almost indiscernible. In a low percentage of women the difference is considerable. In my case the, difference was small, but noticeable. It distressed me a lot, I guess I obsessed over it, but what kid doesn’t think there is something wrong with their looks? I wore a bra that was padded on one side to even things out. It helped but *I* still knew. I had these scars on my face and arms from a bicycle accident as a little girl. The other girls in school teased me about all of it. I never knew girls could be so cruel to each other. I’m sorry, but I think it’s why I got so bitchy as I got older.”

“We never knew,” said Laura.

“That explains the long sleeves, and the way you wear your hair. I thought you liked old movie stars such as Veronica Lake but I understand now. I’m sorry. Children can be cruel.”

“Thank you, John, but it doesn’t matter anymore. Tony, this is for women only, so scram!” He left, she locked the door and stripped naked. “Look at me now, and I have you to thank for all this, John.”

She slowly turned to show off her now flawless body. The scars, well, all her scars were gone. Her breasts were evenly matched, sized just right for her frame and … the remaining male ego in me *wanted* her … you know. She was not the least bit self conscious, but eventually got dressed, though her bra was a cup size or two too small.

“You fixed me, John, I’m whole now. That bastard ex of mine can go to hell for all I care. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, friend?” she asked.

“If you want me,” I replied.

* * * *

I can hardly believe it but, Renae remains of my closest friends. She’s honestly nice to my sister, and delights in babysitting for her sister-in-law or *Cousin Laura* as she prefers to call my sister. I am her *Sister John*, imagine that. Sometimes we both sit for my sister and Tony, and delight in each other’s company and that of our nieces.

It was because of this incident and a related one that I took up the Witches Council’s offer of training. They felt I was making progress under Mrs. Minnesalle’s tutelage, but that I would benefit from additional instruction. Okay, it was not so much an offer at this point, but more of a warning to accept training, for my own good.

I got in trouble with the local witches council because I … In my defense I point out, I did it to encourage her sleazy ex, George, to return all the funds he withdrew, that rightfully would have been Renae’s in a divorce. He was a pig, in addition to an adulterer. I’ll admit it did lead to him to accepting a less than equal divorce settlement but he was at fault. In exchange, I restored his …

Renae put it best a few months later. “Remind me to never get you angry. I’m glad the council forgave you. I explained about your accidental use of magic on me, and how you immediately regretted it, then restored me to better than I was. You were only trying to help me with George; so you went a little far. I hope my testimony helped.”

“Very much so, Renae. Celia and your testimonies saved my bacon. I was told using magic for revenge was irresponsible, could expose my sister witches, and potentially could boomerang on me. After I was officially admonished, I was told that they approved of what I did to an adulterer. They might have done the same to him if or worse, had we but asked them. They were lenient because I did restore him after all, and I made him *better* than before. That went over well with the council.”

“John, why did you just giggle?”

“I made him bigger and better *down there* but I didn’t make it *all* in his favor.”

“Don’t tell me, I don’t want to know ... Please tell me; I have to know.”

“I’m not a total bitch, Renae.”

“John. are we denying who we are again?”

“Okay, I am one-hundred percent bitch, are you happy?”

“I’m much happier, John. You’re more of a woman than I am, and I was born female. Don’t reject who you are now.”

“Right. As I was saying, Renae, if he remains or becomes monogamous with his main girlfriend, they will have a satisfying and productive life together.”

“Productive?”

“She’ll have babies like a factory, but always regain her pre-pregnancy figure. I can’t punish your home wrecker, I don’t know her. Believe me, by the time they have six noisy children, it will be punishment enough for George. By the time they have ten …But there is a catch. He will satisfy his woman and himself, so long as he remains faithful. Should he ever cheat on her, he’ll find *it* has a mind it‘s own.”

“What?”

“He will get an erection at the worst possible times; say anytime he sees a man who is significantly stronger than him. His sexual preference won’t change — he’ll still be able to satisfy his woman -- but his reaction to other men will look like …”

“He’s a homosexual on the make. With his temper and overconfidence, he’s going to get beaten to a pulp someday. John, I think I love you.”

“You know, Renae, if I believed you swung that way, I’d take you up on it.”

“I’m happy you agreed to let Mrs. Minnesalle and her friends train you. That talent of yours is dangerous.”

“Laura’s been helping with that, as she accepted training first. It is kind of fun after you learn some control.”

* * * *

As those first few months went by I thought I might be a lesbian — or whatever the PC term is. I certainly was attracted to women, at first. But though it was fun, nothing clicked with Celia, as lovely and caring as she is. We enjoyed each other’s company and bodies but it never progressed beyond that. To be more precise, I did desire her at first, but it faded over time. I still love her as a dear friend but I find the sight of an attractive a women rarely arouses me anymore, but the sight of a good-looking man does. I wish I was still a man, or a lesbian for her, as she is happily bi. I wish I could desire her; it would have prevented a lot of heartache. Celia is a classy individual; I can’t say that about most men I’ve dated.

I dated a few guys in my first year as a woman but that was an unmitigated disaster. I should have waited longer than a few months, but Laura insisted it would be good for me. When Celia urged me to go and find a man to love, I couldn’t say no.

The first man was a slick wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am type. He got his *wham-bam* alright, in the form of a spiked heel to the foot, and a knee to the groin. If the jerk had bided his time, he could have got what he wanted. I was interested — in his body, in that regard I’m clearly hetero — but the mind in that virile body disgusted me once I saw past his charm. When I think how close I was to letting him take my virginity I feel sick. He’s lucky I’d learned some control over my abilities by then. I’d have castrated him or worse if I’d let my anger rule me.

What pisses me off, is he was someone I thought was my friend before the transformation. He was my sister’s friend, too. I think that’s why she got us to go out together, she figured he was safe. Some friend, the moment I’m f***able, he turns on me. At least he has given me a wide berth since, and any of my female friends too. Rumor is, he came close to losing part or all of one of his … I’m glad he didn’t. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone but I’m not sorry it hurt, a lot.

The next couple of dates were victims of circumstance. After that disaster of a date, Laura felt bad for me and wanted to cheer me up. Laura submitted our photos and *biographies* to the Ford modeling agency in Chicago on a lark. We got a call a few days later to come down to Chicago and …

* * * *

“Ms. Ford, the Milwaukee twins, Laura and John are here.”

“Come in, ladies. Take off your coats and turn around slowly until I tell you to stop. Nice height … I love your hair, it frames your lovely faces beautifully. You both have such enchanting eyes.”

“Thank you.”

“Quiet please, ladies… Those legs are outstanding, as are your figures. You’ve had no surgery have you?”

“What you see is what you get, it’s all natural. Stop giggling, Laura. Sorry, my sister has a wicked sense of humor. I’m worse.”

“Are you two always like this?”

“No, this is one of our better days. And you’re the one who giggled, John, not me.”

* * * *

We signed with them the same day, less than 72 hours after they received our homemade *portfolio*. Within six months of our transformation, only a couple months into our modeling *carriers*, we were nationally famous. We did some ads for Harley Davidson and Miller Brewing that got us national exposure and our careers took off from there. We did magazine covers, print and billboard ads. Several men’s magazines were interested, as was Sports Illustrated, but that was too much for me. We almost agreed to pose for the swimsuit edition then Laura got pregnant and took time off. Since then I’ve branched out into TV ads and some acting, mostly eye-candy roles, but a few serious parts, cop shows mostly.

Laura still works as a model, but usually for various mothers and baby magazines. My nieces have a tidy sum put in trust for their college expenses from the money they earned for working with mommy, some while still in the womb—talk about precocious.

My problem is anyone I’ve dated since I became famous expects my outgoing, sexy, confident professional image. I played this ex-call girl girlfriend of a police detective a few times on a popular show and people began to think I was like her in real life. It was partially my fault, as I liked her hard-boiled, sultry, confident style and carried some of it into my public *persona*.

What was it Rita Hayworth said? Something about guys thinking she was like this famous character she’d played in a film, Gilda, and finding out she was nothing like her off screen. When things started to heat up with a man, I’d panic. It’s not all my fault; most of the guys want me for their reputation.

The worst were a couple male gold-diggers. Paul was the worst. We’d been going out for several months, and he was patient. I’d made up my mind to give myself to him. I loved him, or thought I did. I certainly lusted for him. We were … He’d booked a swank hotel suite, ordered room service, flowers, strawberries and champagne -- the works. It was hopelessly romantic and I fell for it. I was undressing and *ready* -- I wanted him bad -- when I overheard him on his cell taking to his bookie. He owed a bundle, and I was his next meal ticket. I grabbed my clothes and purse and sneaked out of the hotel room, barefoot and in my underwear. I dressed in the elevator and took a cab home. The next day I learned the bastard was in the hospital, he’d met with an *accident*. I think the *accident* was his loan-shark. I sent him a bunch of roses, dyed black, with a card that read, “Serves you right, *Prick*.” It seemed appropriate. And no, I had nothing to do with his accident, not even subconsciously. The Council proved that, and believe me, they were thorough. As for the other gold-digger, I’d learned my lesson and was more restrained. I did a key job on his new car, removed the valve cores on all four tires and poured a five pound bag of sugar in his gas tank. Do you think I have issues?

I’ll add more to the journal another day, I promise,

John.

End of entry

* * * *

“I’m glad you came to lunch with me, John.”

“You giggled again, Sis.”

“It’s you and that name of yours. Why don’t you change your name? I know I promised not to ask you again, but still, Sis.”

“Are you on that again? I was born John, I’m used to it. I’m known by John professionally, so why change? And don’t say, ‘it will help you come to terms with being a woman’. Believe me, the woman bit is no problem. It’s learning how to evaluate men that’s the problem. I, I like men, Sis. I fantasize about men and the sight of a handsome one gets me excited, all over, okay? I just need to learn how to pick them better. It will take time, that’s all.” ~~Now if I really believed that I’d be okay.~~

“Good, I can’t bear seeing you alone. Give me a hug, but be gentle, my breasts are tender.”

~~Be gentle? Her breasts do look a bit swollen and …~~

“Sis, I thought you had *that* look to you again. How many months?”

“One, I found out today, and I’m happy. Three pregnancies in so few years will be a burden, but a blessed one. Don’t worry about me, Sis, the spell keeps me fit. I don’t have any stretch marks or other signs I’ve given birth. You’ll be there for the delivery again?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything. I particularly like the *colorful* language you’ve used to describe your feelings at the time to Tony.”

“It does hurt, spell or no, but it’s manageable and I can’t argue with the results. You will come to visit this weekend?”

“I’d never miss one of my niece’s birthdays. I’d better go now. I have a photo session downtown.”

“You’ll find someone, I know it. John, if you should choose to stay a single woman I’ll back you, but at least consider a guy. Having a child is everything, and a guy is much more fun than a vibrator.”

“Sis … John … you need to get over your fear of men. It’s not healthy for you to be alone. You may like women, desire them even but you are attracted to men, I can tell. We have the same body and the same brain. We may have retained our previous memories and consciousness but you have my sexual tastes, Hon. I see how you react to Tony and I when we are affectionate. You are attracted to him and I see the jealousy in your expression when he and I are close.”

“NO!”

“Don’t deny it. I’m not worried; you love me too much to risk hurting me by letting Tony know your feelings for him. That’s why you need a steady boyfriend. Kim at work has this younger cousin. He just got out of the Army, he’s a dream, and refreshingly honest. Kim assures me he’s always been a one-woman man and that he is currently unattached. You’d like him.”

“I think about it, but don’t push me.”

* * * *

~~I hope I’m not late. Parking is a pain on this side of town. Huh? What the hell!?~~ “No! … Gotcha! ...Mister, do you have a death wish?”

“Miss, as much as I enjoy looking a beautiful woman, would you let go of my belt.”

-- Crash --

“What was that? … Oh, my God! I am so sorry I yelled at you, Miss, You saved my life!”

“My pleasure?”

“How did you know that piece of wall was about to collapse? Did you see it bulging or what?”

“I … I don’t know; I *knew* if you went down that alley you’d die. Somehow I saw it!”

“Are you psychic?”

“No, this is the first time I ever …” ~~Mrs. Minnesalle hinted I might be precognitive.~~

“Can I have your name and number so I can call you? I owe you a dinner at least. You saved my life, lovely lady. I wish I could stay and talk, but I have a court date this afternoon. Don’t talk much do you, my guardian angel? You sure you cute when you blush, Ms ... ”

“I …I … Um, thanks, Mr. ..?”

We exchanged cards, as we were both late for appointments. I agreed to call him later and set up a dinner date.

What is with me? I almost came in his presence. But he is so hot, and he’s a lawyer too. Whoa, slow down Girl … Girl?~~

* * * *

“Hi, Gregory? This is John, yes I know it’s a goofy name for a girl but it’s mine. I know it’s been a month, but does the offer for dinner still stand? Meet me for dinner at six, Chinese Pagoda? I’ll give to the address. Wear casual dress. We talk and eat but that is all. I’ve not had good luck with men, so I need to be sure first, can you understand?”

“Perfectly understandable, I’m sure as a famous and attractive woman, people have tried to get close to you for less than honorable reasons. To be honest, I was afraid you’d never call me when I realized who you were.”

“And why’s that? Is the great big old lawyer afraid of little old me?”

“I thought you looked familiar, and then I saw your name on the card. You’re the model on all those billboards and magazines. You’ve done some acting, too. I’m sure you have fascinating stories you can tell me. I agree, six it is.”

* * * *

“This is a modest but cozy restaurant. You surprised me in a pleasant way. I thought you were used to the high life.”

“They have good food at a fair price, and nobody bothers me here. This is the real me, disappointed, Greg?”

“Not in the least. John, I have a secret I must tell you. I see you in my dreams; I can’t help it.”

~~Is he a stalker? Nah, we’ve never met until the alley, but what does he mean?~~

“I don’t mean to scare you. You’re up on this billboard across the road from my office. It’s one of you on the skin-tight dress for that women’s perfume. I must say the photos don’t do you justice, though the billboard you does have bigger breasts, but then you are a couple stories tall on it.”

“I don’t know whether to kiss you for complimenting me or slap you for bring rude. No, I do know. I think I’ll kiss you.”

“I, ah … Thank you, John. Do you always kiss strange men whose life you’ve saved?”

“Only you so far, I think I like it. I may have to do this more often. That’s a hint, Greg, for you to kiss me, and it better be good, or no next date.”

It was very good. I found I liked Greg, he was good looking and didn’t seem excessively suave or on the make. I enjoyed kissing him and he kissed me just right, not too aggressively, but not too timidly, either. I agreed to see him again on a casual basis.

* * * *

I’d been burned by my earlier dates; I was determined I would not be a victim again. With that in mind, I resumed my classes in magic with Mrs. Minnesalle. She had assured Laura and I with the right training we could defend ourselves against would be attackers and rapists.

“John, as you missed out on some of the lessons, today’s is a big one for you. Laura’s magical talents and yours both appear centered on transformational magic. It can be a powerful weapon, but that is a big limitation as well. It can be too powerful when you need something subtle, like using an elephant gun when a flyswatter would be more appropriate.”

“So what do you suggest I do?”

“There are two approaches that come to mind. Learn to turn down the intensity of your transformational spells. Learn to tie an attacker’s shoelaces together, versus turning them into sheep. The other is to develop your ability to read people. It need not be mindreading. Accurately reading a person’s body language or emotions can tell you if they mean you well or ill. And that does not necessarily mean magic is required. People *read* each other all the time, you just need to hone that ability.

“A second component of reading people and discerning their intentions, is identifying the different kinds of magic. You and Laura are extraordinarily powerful. That makes you a target for those who would enslave you for your talents or drain your magic, That last one is particularly nasty, the thief often kills their *donor* as a byproduct of stealing magic.. If you can read a person’s intent and identify magic *on-the-fly* you will be safe from most any attacker.

“As we work on these goals I will teach you several spells designed to deflect attacks. Used creatively they can be most effective. First of all let’s head down to my basement rec room.”

“I said I would pay for those Venetian glass vases I fried the last time I was here.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, but I don’t want any of my animals to be, you know. Jake is still getting used to being a cat, let alone a female one.”

“If he hadn’t stuck that wet nose of his in my butt crack it wouldn’t have happened. It was a reflex action, it wasn’t conscious”

“John, that is what Springer-spaniels do. At least she’s a pretty cat, a Seal Point.”

“See? A point in my favor already. I may not have much control, but I do quality work.”

“True, Hon, but those twisted blobs that were my antique, hand-blown Venetian glass vases scream you *need* training.”

* * * *

Several weeks passed with minimal damage to Mrs. Minnesalle’s property, though Jake proved more popular with the local toms than we anticipated. She proved to be far more receptive to their overtures than we anticipated as well. How was I to know when I nixed him, I unfixed her. I had to promise to take at least two of Jake’s, now Jackie’s, future kittens.

* * * *

“Okay ladies, this is a test of your level of control. Laura, John, I am impressed with the progress you’ve made. John, given that you missed some of the early instruction, your progress is most gratifying.

“I want you each to choose a piece of fruit from the dish here and transform it into a different fruit. Remember to use the spells I taught you to *scan* the object so you can apply the appropriate conversion *matrix*.”

“Yeah, yeah, Mrs. M, I *feel* the bunch of bananas, and I feel the apple pie I wish to change it into. Got it.”

“That’s an advanced transformation, John, be careful.”

“I’ve been practicing at home, no worries … oops! It’s not supposed to glow like that, is it? Never mind, Mrs. M, I’ll start over …”

“No!”

* * * *
Fifteen minutes later

“It was an accident! How many times to I have to say I’m sorry, Sis. I’ll pay for a new dress and I can’t believe hot applesauce is that hard to wash off of silk. It washed off the basement walls and floor easy enough. I wonder why it glowed florescent orange?”

“Ah, hum.”

“Okay if I bring the paint and rollers tomorrow, Mrs. Minnesalle? I doubt if I could do the ceiling today and it will give the ceiling tiles more time to dry. We have some great stain blocking, scrub resistant paint at the hardware store, I’ll buy that for you, okay? Laura, stop laughing!”

* * * *

I had enough paint left over from doing the basement acoustic ceiling tiles to do her basement stairway. Mrs. M forgave me, and continued the training, one-on-one, to give me more attention for some reason I can’t fathom. I got much better, honest. We continued on like this for several months and I was beginning to enjoy my newfound gifts, including womanhood.

* * * *

It was a Saturday and I was at the hardware store — you thought I quit didn’t you? I continue to work between acting and modeling gigs because I liked the owner and customers. Also he let me buy into the business so I had a stake in its survival. It was a smart move on his part, business has more than doubled since word got out I work there and that’s on average. When I am working there the place is packed. The people buy stuff too; it’s not just to ogle my goods. I still work there on occasion now, some four years later.

It took a while, but the regular customers got used to my new look and treated me much like before. You can’t begin to understand how precious that is. There are some differences, but for the most part, I am still John to them. The little old ladies I fix screens and windows for bring me fresh baked goodies like before, but now also bring along pictures of their favorite nephews, *Just out of law school and single.”

The guys are as friendly as ever, more so. This one sharp-dressed fifty-something man used to joke with me and slap me on the back good naturedly. He still does, however sometimes the hand lightly swats my butt and not my back, but that’s as far as it ever goes. If anything, his jokes have gotten raunchier to get a rise out of me but I zing him back. To him, I’m still one of the guys, just built differently, and I love him for it. I used to get occasional offers to go out for drinks at a local tavern, and maybe pickup some girls from the younger male regulars. Now I frequently get asked out for drinks and dancing — but I’m the pick-up. That is not strictly the case, I recall a recent offer to go for drinks and pick up girls, but that was from an athletic lesbian dom I met on a modeling assignment. I must admit I was tempted. My she was fit.

I was in the back fitting a piece of replacement glass to fit a customer’s storm window when I got a pleasant surprise. “John, do you have a minute? It’s okay that I’m in the backroom?”

“Mrs. Minnesalle! You’re always welcome back here. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

She looked around to see we were alone then spoke. “I have two things to tell you, my dear. I have come to offer you a *graduate level* course in magic taught by two of our local magic phenoms. The witches’ council is satisfied with your progress and is in agreement with my assessment of your needs. You and Laura have done well under my tutelage, but Tamara and Charlie can take you much farther. I’ve taught you as much as I can. Tamara may be of particular interest to you, as some years back she foolishly did two transmutation spells. One was voluntary the other was not. Her intent was to help a pair of star-crossed lovers. It nearly ended in suicide.”

“And why would a near tragedy interest me?”

“Because, John, that witch and both of her transformees are now the best of friends. When you meet them you will understand.

“My other message is more personal. I have a grandnephew; he’s a college graduate who just received a MA in business administration. He’s my youngest sister’s daughter’s boy, and a nicer child I have never known. He’s become a man who is as decent as any great-aunt could want and more. Giovanni looks much like my late father, the dark hair and piecing eyes; you’ll love him, I’m certain. He’s single and I assure you he’s not a gold-digger, drinker, or adulterer. I mentioned that I knew you, and he’s interested in meeting you. He saw your TV appearances, and yes he knows you are not *her*.

“I think about it, but I don’t know.”

“Whatever your decision on my nephew, please come to my home next Monday evening to meet your new *instructors*. They really will do you both a world of good.”

* * * *

“Good evening, John, Laura. Your new instructors Tamara and Charlie are waiting for you in the parlor, along with Charlie’s husband Jules. May I take your coats?” asked Mrs. Minnesalle. She made introductions. “John and Laura, these are Julies, his wife Charlie and their good friend Tamara.” The six greeted each other and got seated. John and Charlie looked at each other as if they recognized the other but the sensations passed.

“Mrs. M., I thought Tamara and Charlie were our teachers? What’s with Jules?”

“Jules is here to meet you; he’s concerned for my safety. Sweetie, anyone Mrs. Minnesalle approves of is a good person, you know that.”

“I know but I feel responsible for you and … well you are in your fifth month.”

“Fifth month? Come to think of it, Laura, Charlie does look much like you did at five months.

“Congratulations, Charlie, Jules, I wish you every happiness with your baby. I know Laura loves her girls, but then they are angels.”

“They’re angels when you are around, John. The rest of the time they are little devils.

“Congrats on your child. I’m busy cooking up number three at the moment,” Laura patted her own belly.

“Then you’re a veteran at this. Laura. We’re expecting our first child, it’s a girl. Jules insisted we have all the tests done; he’s such a worrywart when it comes to me. We’ll have been married three years as of this December first. We plan on having a big family; I’m having the first two and Jules the two after that.”

“Humma? I, … sorry Sis and I, we’re confused.”

“Jules is so devoted because he used to be sweet, petite Julie, and I was Charlie and a guy, a big, tall guy.”

“I told you Tamara got into trouble once over a pair of transformations? Meet the pair.”

“Charlie saved both our lives. Jules took it bad when she, that’s Charlie, rejected him after he’d been changed into a woman without his consent.” Tamara explained.

“Jules was the near suicide you mentioned?”

“I tried crashing into a bridge abutment, Laura, but veered off at the last moment. I thought of how much Charlie had loved me when he was a man and I was a woman, and she, I mean Charlie, deserved more time to adjust to his, I mean her, involuntary change into a woman. I hoped you followed all that, gender flipping plays havoc with the pronouns. I flipped the car in avoiding the bridge and was badly injured. I recovered, as you can see, and Charlie eventually forgave my having him transformed.”

“It took time, months before I could fully trust Jules, despite our attraction. When I learned of his nearly successful suicide, I felt guilty. I thought hard about all that had happened and what didn’t happen as part of the transformations. I asked myself, ‘If I love Julie, why can’t I love Jules? They are the same soul in a different package, much like I am.’ I wanted children, now I had many more years to enjoy them, if only I could embrace my change. I realized my intense attraction to Jules was only my old attraction to Julie, intensified by the novelty of this body and the stronger emotions of youth. There was no compulsion spell on us, I was mistaken. Any attraction we felt was genuine.

“We dated for the first time seven months after my transformation. Jules asked me that very night to marry him, but I wasn’t ready. We dated for two years before I said yes. Laura, John, you need to understand why I felt this way. In transforming us, Tamara took the very best of our genetics and enhanced that. Then she tweaked things so that we were each others ideal lover. She outdid herself, in that Jules is everything the female me could want in a lover, as I am his. That was the big reason why I rejected Jules, I was obsessed with his perfection as I saw him.”

“You rejected him because he was your hearts desire?”

“John is it?”

“Yes, I never changed my name after I … Mrs. Minnesalle told I used to be a guy?”

“I know who you both were. You two were the talk of the local witches’ council for months.

”To get back to my story, John, I was angry. I’d been changed without my consent and my intense attraction to Jules confirmed my worst fears -- that I’d been and was still being manipulated. I’ve never liked feeling helpless and under someone else’s control. The moment the transformed me saw Jules I wanted him, then and there. That moment, I *knew* this was clearly outside manipulation. As I said earlier, my conclusion was wrong, we were not being manipulated, but I thought that we were, and it made me furious. I’ve since come to love Jules for many of the same reasons I did when I was as a big man and he was this elfin sprite of a woman.”

“Charlie, you’re embarrassing me, but keep it up, I love it.”

“A guy six years, and you still act like a girl, Jules.

“What I thought was an insidious trap, has been our salvation. My desire for Jules has not only continued, it has grown over time. To think I nearly threw away love because of my stupid pride. I still have occasional twinges of anger over my transformation, but when I feel my growing child or kiss my husband I think how lucky I am. I wasn’t a bad looking man, and I was respectably endowed, thank you very much, but Jules. The first time I saw it I was scared.”

“Then why were you giggling and licking your lips, hussy. The woman nearly killed me when we finally consummated our love. I mean, every woman has the right to be a nymphomaniac, but she was abusing the privilege.”

“I am not a slut; I’m a sensuous woman who knows how to please her man and herself… Alright, I’m a slut, happy?”

“You know I am, Rose.”

“Rose?”

“It’s a pet name, Laura. Jules coined it because of how I *bloom* when we are, um, intimate.”

“And I mostly call her that because of Charlie’s great beauty, inner and outer. I did her an injustice in causing Tamara to transform her but thank God it came out well in the end. I am so fortunate she forgave me; I will do anything to keep her happy.”

“Oh Honey, rub my back some more? To the right a bit … down slightly … oooh, that’s wonderful, Jules.”

“I’m having the first two kids. Once they are weaned Jules has promised to become a woman again and let me, as a man, impregnate her twice. This is despite the thought of sex with a man being so abhorrent to her that it was much of the reason behind our sex changes. She loved me as a person but couldn’t love me as a man, she only desired women as lovers. That she is willing to make this sacrifice …I’m so proud of her, ah him. To be honest, Julie was a cute petite woman but Jules is a major hunk, don’t you agree?”

“He’s very handsome,” John replied.

“It’s only fair I have Charlie’s babies. She’s agreed to bear two of mine; I can too for my love. Now that we’ve made love as man and woman I think I can handle the situation being reversed, for while at least. I can always imagine Charlie’s still a woman. And no matter which body she is in she is still my love. We will find away. We might even end up a lesbian couple in the end. Charlie said she is willing to try it for me. Isn’t she the greatest? Oh Hon, your much prettier than I was.”

“Go on, Jules! It’s true but please do go on.”

“Charlie!”

“Tamara, you said you got into trouble over the transformations? You said that Charlie saved your life as well as Jules.”

“Laura, I offered to change Charlie back and I fully intended honor her request so once it was safe for Charlie. Then Charlie changed her mind because she realized she still loved Jules despite the deceit. Unfortunately this was right when the Witches Council found out what I had done. They assumed I had tampered with Charlie’s mind and wanted to strip me of my abilities then transform me into something degrading or worse. Changing people against their will or without their permission is a serious offence among the magically gifted. Had Jules or Charlie died I could have been executed.

“Charlie intervened and let the council examine her without any reservation. It must have been uncomfortable in the least, all those mind probes and psychic scans. I’ve been scanned a few times and it is unnerving, having all your innermost secrets laid bare. Her scans were far more intense and extensive. Charlie convinced them in the end and my punishment was to be her mentor in the magical arts. She gained powers as an unintended side effect of the transformation and needed training. I kept my powers thanks to her. Charlie is a star pupil; she’s almost as good as I am. In some ways she’s better, she’s more powerful.”

“The exams were unpleasant but they proved what I *knew* in my heart, I loved Jules, transformations or not. I had near to absolute proof I truly loved him, what is that worth? As to my magical talents, Tamara exaggerates but I am pretty good. That’s in part why we held off having children this long. I needed time to become fully comfortable as a woman and I needed to get my magic under control. Goddess knows what harm I could have done if I unleashed my magic carelessly. I heard recently a novice witch changed a cat’s sex by accident. Can you believe?”

“You’re looking at Miss Oops, I‘m on the list to take in her kittens when it is time.”

“I didn’t mean to insult you but you must admit the humor in the incident and the danger. It could have been a person you transformed. That is all the more reason to get you advanced training. May I examine you ladies? It’s nothing invasive, more of a passive scan. Being pregnant I’m cautious about excessive exposure to magic.”

“Sure, okay with you, Sis?”

“It’s fine with me, John.”

“Laura, lets see what makes you tick … My, you have a remarkable level of magical energy bound to you. Can you do anything useful with it?”

“Mrs. M. … Minnesalle, taught me to place wards to prevent my children from running off without my knowing, that one has saved me a lot of grief. I know a few house cleaning tricks and self-defense spells. I have potential for more but I had to suspend my training a couple times while pregnant. I’m here today to offer my sister John moral support. I will train with you two at some future date as I am pregnant again. I mentioned it earlier.”

“Laura, you may wish to have your children evaluated for magic on an annual basis. It often runs in families. The same goes for you, John when you have a family.”

“Now as to your sister, John, and I though Charlie was a strange name for a girl. Let’s see what makes you tick… Yeouch!” Charlie staggered and started to fall.

“Are you okay, Charlie?” Jules said and caught her. “What did you do, John?”

“Nothing, I tried to relax for her scan, that’s all.”

“I’m fine, Jules, I simply was overwhelmed for a moment, like getting a nasty static shock in winter. John, your magic reserves are incredible. I’ve never met anyone with your level of stored magic. How much training have you taken from Mrs. Minnesalle, I mean Mrs. M.? I’m sorry; I was brought into this consultation on short notice.”

“As much as she thought she could teach us, plus some from the witches council though not as much as Laura. I had other considerations after our transformations.”

“So that was what I sensed earlier; there was this momentary connection between us when we first met which could explain the magical static shock I received. John, you were a man like I. That is likely why your powers are so strong. A change in gender, particularly male to female, can boost ones innate sensitively to magic. Jules has no magical abilities from her change whereas I received considerable powers from my transformation.”

“Did that harm your child?”

“Don’t worry, Laura, that shock was more of a mind to mind thing. And I am taking precautions to protect my child, various talismans and the like. That’s also why Tamara will do most of your hands on instruction. I’m just here to advise and evaluate your progress. Think of me as a Wild Kingdom’s Marlin Perkins to Tamara’s Crocodile Hunter.”

“So long as you are safe, Charlie, I appreciate your help. Jules, you keep your part of the bargain with Charlie. You have a remarkable spouse and if you hurt her in any way you are a fool.”

“You have my word. Laura, Rosie, lets leave Tamara and John to make with the hocus-pocus. I know this nice Greek restaurant that will have things to tempt a growing mother.”

“I’d rather have Chinese, sweetie.”

“Me too. I could just die for some crab Rangoon,” Laura added.

“Women!”

* * * *

John’s diary

Even though this is my diary I can’t write much about my training as it falls under *trade secrets* but I feel more and more confident in my abilities with each passing week. Tamara has proved to have a wild Celtic woman’s psyche and we get along great. I don’t see Charlie as much — due to her pregnancy -- but she is a rock I can rely on when I am troubled. I’m calling her tonight in fact. End of entry.

* * * *

“Charlie, John here. I find myself attracted to a man and I don’t know how to proceed. My first few relationships were disasters.”

“Why not ask what the secret of life, the universe and everything is?”

“42?”

“You would have to be a Douglas Adams fan. I can’t help much I’m afraid as each person is different. You have to find your comfort level, the degree of trust you are happy with. For me love is ultimately a matter of trust and not willingly breaking that trust. I can teach you some seriously powerful protection spells, just in case.

“Don’t ever tell my Jules but I had a freeze spell and a few other goodies mastered before I ever let him in my bed. I feel so bad about it now but my unwanted transformation hurt me to the core. I plan on telling Jules soon. In fact I have found a way to put several of theses spells into charms that anyone knowing the trigger phrase can use, magic user or not.. I will give him several as a gift from me, to show my love for him. I want him to be safe, always.”

“Be careful, girl, Maybe he doesn’t need to know and this will only hurt him.”

“I have considered that but our inability to tell the whole truth to each other is what led to our near tragedy. I will not make that mistake again.”

“If you are sure but I worry for you, Charlie.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ll let Tamara know about your fears and suggest some defensive magic you should learn. And good luck with your new guy. Believe me, you’ll love it.”

* * * *

“Hello, Greg, it’s great to hear from you. Yes, I miss you too. I wish you were in town and with me. …Yes, you have been a perfect gentleman … I … Oooh Greg, that’s naughty … Hum, where is this hunting lodge of yours? … That sounds like a fun weekend and I agree; maybe it is time to take this relationship to the next level. … Greg! That was very naughty, but I like the idea… Okay, I’ll see you in a week, love you.”

* * * *
“This is great. I mean this place is so remote and romantic yet I feel so safe with you, Greg. You’ve been so patient with me. I can tell you’re interested in me for me, not for my money or reputation. Keep this up buster and I’ll have to reward you … real well.”

“Here’s hoping then. Have some champagne, dear. It’s six months to the day we met, the day you saved my life — to us.”

“To us, my love.”

“To us. I don’t often drink champagne but this is delicious.”

“Would you like some more?”

“Better not, this stuff is hitting me like a brick. Greg, I don’t feel so good …

* * * *

“I see you’re awake, that’s good. I could do this without you being conscious but this way will be far more satisfying.”

“Why Greg? Why drug me, I assume the champagne was drugged, I feel so strange. Why tie me up like this?”

“To the point, I like that in a woman. I covet your power. I’m a warlock and I’ve studied the craft for years. I’m serious about my art but regrettably my power is limited. Making that wall collapse took every bit of power I’d had gathered over months but I needed a foolproof way to get you to trust me.”

“My saving you was a fake?”

“Not entirely. The wall was weaker than I anticipated and far more of it collapsed than I expected. I might well have died had you not sensed the danger. It took a lot of my power to hide the use of magic, so much so even I didn’t know the falling wall was more dangerous than intended. I thank you for that, dear.”

“But why steal my magic? I loved you; I’d have shared if I could. I didn’t even know you were a magic user.”

‘I need more than you can safely share. For the spells to extend my life and vitality for centuries and to remain hidden from the Council, I need everything you and your sister have. You will both die but it’s nothing personal. Once I have your powers, your sister will be easy to eliminate. You may be identical twins but you are the more powerful.”

“But what of her husband and her children, will you kill them too?”

‘They won’t die unless they interfere. I’m not a killer.”

“You could have fooled me. And to think I was about to make love to you. You would have been my first.”

“This is better than I hoped. Some of my texts say that the sacrifice of a virgin amplifies the magic released. Thanks for telling me. Any last words before you die? I’m not stupid, that post you’re chained to and the circle around you are enchanted, fully warded to prevent you from using your magic on me. It also prevents you calling on any other witch or person for help. There is nothing you can do to stop it; the spells are cast and are on *automatic* so to speak. The moon is nearing its zenith. When the rays of it strike the post your powers will drain and become mine. It may be painful; correction, it WILL be excruciatingly painful. I regret that. If I could take you power and spare you I would. I am not unaffected by your beauty and charm but power is power.”

“Greg, I give you one last chance to turn away from this insanity and release me.”

“I’d be fool to do that. For what I’ve done the witches Council would castrate me or worse. I’ve gone too far stop now. Power is the only thing that matters. Once I have you and your sister’s power the Council won’t be able to touch me.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Gregory. I loved you and you have killed it. I really wish it could be otherwise.”

“What? Are you pleading for your life or threatening me?”

“Goodbye, my love. Forgive me, Goddess … Amphorae aninmus transmissus … infinus.”

“That is all you can come up with? A life essence stealing spell and in fake Latin at that? That is so quaint and quite useless given my wards … I feel tired; it’s been a long day …Soon your power will be mine, John…Why does my body ache? … Aaah, it feels like I’m burning! No, it’s impossible… I was wrong, John. You must believe me I was seduced by the power. Save me my love, I beseech you. Please, if you love me… Aaaah!”

“Forgive me but I dare not, my almost love.”

* * * *

“Stop it, John! If he dies the council will have no choice but to brand you a renegade and hunt you down.”

“Mrs. Minnesalle, you heard my mental cries despite his wards?”

“I got here as soon as I could. I know he hurt you, dear; he tried to kill you and your sister. The council will forgive anything short of his death but they cannot forgive that. Please, for my sake. I got you in this mess, I have to try and get you out. Please stop before it is too late.”

“It is too late, Greg is no more.”

“Then as a representative of the Council I must…”

“Who am I?”

“John, you didn’t! It’s not possible.”

“Ask her yourself, Mrs. M.”

“Where is your mom or dad young lady?”

“I don’t know; I can’t remember. Do you know who I am, Lady?”

“What’s going on here, John?”

“I can explain. She doesn’t know, Mrs. Minnesalle, she was just *born*. The child you see was Greg. I couldn’t kill. I can’t, I would be like he was. I drained his magic from the wards and added it to mine to change him. Um, could you get me out of this contraption? The power stealing spell won’t work anymore but it is damned uncomfortable standing here naked like this.”

“With pleasure, I shouldn’t have doubted you; you were after all created out of love when you read the spell with your sister. Here, put on this blanket for now.”

“Lady, do you know who I am?”

“I’m sorry, I only knew Greg. He used to live here but he did something very bad and he had to go away for a long time. He had to go away forever. Do you understand?”

‘I think I do. Greg was bad? There was … I remember a man doing something very bad to a pretty lady. Do I know you from somewhere?”

“I’m a sometimes model for advertisements. Maybe you saw me on a big billboard?”

“I remember seeing a big picture of you, pretty lady. But who am I?”

“Well, I guess you can pick your own name but I think Dawn may suit you. You’re brand new in a way. You say you don’t remember much. The dawn is the start of the day, all bright with promise.”

“Are you my Mom? Am I in trouble?”

“No, I’m not your mother. I had a hand in shaping what you are but Greg was ultimately responsible. You are not to be blamed, Dawn, if that worries you.”

“Would you like to be my mom?”

“I like to but … Greg hurt me. He hurt me more than anyone ever has. I am sad and angry over what he did and I might hold that against you and that’s not fair. Give me time and maybe I can be your friend.

“Mrs. Minnesalle, do you know anyone who could take Dawn in?”

“I am not as old and feeble as I look. I can care for her until someone else on the council offers or you should feel you wish to care for Dawn. Don’t let these bad experiences scar you, dear. Many women have bad experiences before they find a good life partner. Be patient.”

“Um, Mrs. Minnesalle, I get the hint. You once told me you have this nephew, grandnephew? Is he still available, perhaps this coming weekend? I don’t like blind dates but I do trust you. So far my own choices have been disasters”

“You’re willing to date again that soon?”

“I was ready to give *it* up to you-know-who. I’m hornier than hell. You get your grandnephew on the phone so I can get me some!”

* * * *

“Giovanni? Your great aunt gave me your number … Yes, I’m her …. Stop shouting ‘Yes, yes, YES!’ or I’m hanging up … I am willing to go out with you but with certain non-negotiable ground rules … First, you meet with my sister. If and only if she approves …”

* * * *

“Sis, Tony, I’d like you to meet my, um, arranged boyfriend. This is Giovanni, Mrs. Minnesalle’s grandnephew.”

“He’s a hunk, Sister. You said boyfriend?! You want some privacy?”

“Yes.”

“Tony, help me with the children. John and Giovanni need the family room so they can start one.”

“Not *that* much privacy, Sis! This is a first date. We’re not making a baby tonight, though the idea has its merits.”

“If you ever disappoint my sister, you are dead. And remember, we are both witches. You got it Giovanni?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

* * * *

A few months later

- Brinnng! --

“John , that was the front doorbell. Could you answer please, to get off of the couch I need a crane these days.”

“At least you’re due in a week. Between the breast feeding, a little gentle exercise and that wondrous spell we worked on each other you’ll be in fighting trim in no time. Tony will be making love to his sexy Laura in no time.”

“What about you and Giovanni?”

“A woman never tells but we did *it*and it’s everything you said it was and then some.”

“About time, so spill it, how many times did you do it?”

“The act itself or have a night of lovemaking? If you’re counting the act, we managed it at least four times the first night and counting oral … 84 times.”

“John! You’re a slut.”

“And I’m damned proud of it, too. It would have been a lot more but I was on the road a lot modeling and then the guest appearance on CSI Miami. Sis, Laura, I am disappointed you haven’t said any thing.”

“So you have another ring, you wear so much jewelry sometime it’s too much ... but never on that finger. You’re engaged? When …”

_-- Briiiing --

“That will have to wait, I’ll get the door.

“Dawn, Mrs. Minnesalle, it’s a pleasure to see you. Are you here to see Laura?”

“In part but I’m here for you. John. I was expecting a few others here, they must be running late. Let talk while they come.”

“Ms Laura, can I see your new baby?”

“In a few days, Dawn, I’m due to give birth then. As soon as the doctor says okay, you can visit.”

“When I grow up I want to have pretty babies like you, Ms Laura. Why are you way over there, Ms John?”

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted to see me. I haven’t visited you much and I haven’t been as friendly as you’d like.”

“Momma M says I must give you time. Oh and you’ll come to your senses. I think she says that, I think. I’m a real good girl. Mamma M says so. Can you be my momma?”.

“I don’t know.”

“But Ms John …”

“Now I made you cry. Come here Dawn. You need a hug. There doesn’t that feel good?”

“That’s feels really, really good. Can I hugs you back?”

“How come you stopped crying so fast? Did you fool me?”

“A little. Your hugs felt so good I stopped. You must love me, you hugged me. Be my momma?”

“I may become a wife very soon if I am lucky but I’ll have to ask my boyfriend about you staying with us. If he says okay, then maybe we can try it out. Just a little at a time, maybe an overnight or a weekend or two to see if we get along.”

“I be the goodest girl I can. You see. Then you be my momma.”

“Is she always like this, Mrs. M?”

“The happy hugs and sweet little girl act? All the time it seems. She likes me a lot but she talks of you often. She sees your picture or you on the TV and she gets excited. At first I thought it was the magic you used on her or a remnant of any decent feelings Greg had for you. I think it is simply she has a thing for you; maybe she bonded or imprinted on you like a duckling on the first creature it sees.

“You seem to have that effect on people. They see you and fall in love with you. You had that effect on me. I love you Laura, like a favorite niece but John, as soon as I saw the transformed her, she became my daughter in my heart.”

“Oh my!”

-- Brinnnng --

“I’ll get it girls … Come on in. Close the door would you Tamara?”

“Wow, Tamara, Charlie, and you, Mrs. M, what gives?”

“John, the witches’ council needs a big favor. Have you heard of a series of disappearances of college students in La Cross?”

“I though that was explained away as heavy drinking by the students and their later falling drunk into the nearby Mississippi River, Tamara.”

“That is the official story to avoid a panic. The real story is most of those drownings never really happened. The missing students were in fact transformed by magic, most were male to female a few female to male. All are nonconsensual and all are irreversible so far.”

“We need a backup, an observer to keep a careful but loose watch on the undercover officer on the scene. The officer will be at great risk of being found out. Even if his cover holds, he is there both to investigate and because he was a close fit to the profile of the typical victim. He can’t contact the police directly in times of trouble as his cover required him to break with the police publicly. He appears to all but a few in the know as a disgruntled whistleblower who quit the force.”

“So you need someone on campus who can move around without attracting the wrong kind of attention to them … You want ME to go to college?! That’s like throwing a squirrel into room full of hungry stray cats. I’m probably on a scantily clad poster in most of the men’s dorm rooms and some of the girls.”

“I’d go but my baby is nursing and Jules would have a fit. It has to be a powerful and skillful magic user. They have to be familiar with transformational magic and they have to look the part of a student.

“You are the best candidate we have. Your cover will be yourself. You will be there ostensibly to teach seminars in modeling and acting. If anyone asks, you want to take a break from the fast life, step back and evaluate your life. It would be for a semester at most and the modeling agency says you could still do professional modeling as the clients will be willing to come to you now that you are prominent. A quick private jet flight could have you in Chicago or Minneapolis for any major shoots in a mater of an hour or less but that is only if absolutely necessary. They know you must be near the campus as much as possible.”

“So I would be the bait’s, sorry the undercover officer’s lifeline? He gets in trouble and I rescue him?” .

“Her, um, most likely, by the time you get there. We want to catch them in the act or right after so we can analyze how the transformations were done. That way we can reverse them, we hope. Not all transformations are one way only, like yours and Laura’s. The officer knows this and is willing to take the risk. He’s a very brave young man.”

“Hey, I can always pull a few stings and get her some modeling gigs if this plan blows up in her face as I assume it will.”

“That’s the spirit. Are you in?”

“Okay, I guess so but Giovanni is to be kept far, far away. I intend to marry him and I want him with all the original equipment intact and working.”

“Great. Do you realize, John, in marring Giovanni you are marring yourself?”

“What do you think Sis? Would Tamara look better as a humanoid cat or a bald lizard woman?”

“Ms John is gonna do magic? Can I watch. Mamma M?”

* * * *

To be continued in
714: Sgt Joe