Chapter 3

Saturday morning we were all up bright and early and, after breakfast, we went off to the station in the little car. When we got there I could see why they used it as it was very easy to park. We caught the first train that arrived and travelled the forty minute trip into Victoria Station.

My mother told me, once we had walked to the Victoria Underground, that when I started at the Chelsea College of Arts I would need to take the Victoria Line to Pimlico and walk a couple of blocks.

We took the Circle line into the shopping part of the city and I spent a good couple of hours trying on shoes and boots. Suzette bought a few things herself. When we went to pay for them my mother brought out a debit card in my name.

“This card,” she told me, “Was taken out when your father was alive. It has several thousand pounds on it and I know that you will be very careful how you spend it. We did this as a legacy for you when you turned eighteen. I knew that you would need it if we recreated you before that time.”

I gave her a hug and used it to pay for my purchases.

We asked if we could leave the parcels at the shop for a little while and they put them behind the counter. We then went off to have a morning tea before browsing the dress shops.

I said that I had decided that I was now going to make my own clothes and intended to get my own equipment. We walked to the Macculloch and Wallis shop in Soho and I browsed the fabrics, choosing several bolt ends of good cotton and a couple of satin and rayon.

I picked a tailors dummy and arranged for it all to be delivered next Tuesday, paying with my new card. We then took the underground to Battersea and I was in seventh heaven at the Sewing Centre where I picked a good Janome with lots of features as well as an overlocker. Again, these were to be delivered on Tuesday.

We took the tube back into the city and had lunch before going to the shoe shop and picking up my bags. We then got back to Victoria and caught the next train back to Redhill.

I spent the afternoon re-arranging my workshop into a proper sewing room with space for the dummy. I then had a little bit of time working on a new outfit for Diana.

After tea I made myself beautiful and walked up the road to Collettes’ house. Janeen welcomed me in and told me that I looked really nice and that Collette was in her room trying to be beautiful as well.

She asked if we had an arrangement to meet a couple of boys and I told her that we didn’t, but who knows what may happen in Redhill on a Saturday evening.

When Collette came down she looked stunning and we both gave her mother a hug before going out to her car. As we were driving into Redhill we chatted about things and I told her about my day in the city.

We parked near the Harlequin Cinema and, as we got out of the car, she commented, “I think that we look good enough to score tonight.”

I said that it could wait until we had seen the film as we had all evening. We saw ‘Shining Through’ which was a lovely romance film and we were both trying hard not to smear our make-up while wiping our eyes.

When we left the cinema we walked to the Millionaires Night Club where we spent an hour dancing, both with each other and also with a couple of the local boys. They wanted us to go elsewhere with them but we said we needed to be home and left them after a new experience for me, a smooching session with a boy outside the club.

The boy I was kissing was called Jim and he seemed to know me as he called me by name when he and his mate, Tony, cut in on us while we were dancing. It seemed very easy to get into the kissing session.

Back in the car Collette said, “You know, having once been a boy I was interested in girls, even now, but I see the attraction in a nice fellow. That Tony is a nice guy; we used to hang about a bit at school.”

I said I had to agree but that I was too close to being male and I could not yet raise any enthusiasm for really wanting a man, especially for sex. I told her that for next Saturday I would arrange a room in London and try to get a couple of tickets for a show, staying overnight. We could leave after her Saturday work.

At my house we air-kissed and I got out, watching her go as far as her own driveway before I turned to walk up to our door. No-one was still up so I let myself in and went to my room, shedding my clothes and pleasuring myself for the first time as a woman.

It was so much better than my old days of masturbation and the wonderful thing was that I could dream about boys rather than girls, only now having the experience of kissing one to help me orgasm in a way I never could have considered possible.

I lay, panting, on my bed afterwards, a tissue held to my groin, and realised that I was surely the luckiest girl in town. I then thought that, towards my climax, I had remembered that I, as Amity in my previous, virtual, life, had actually had a relationship with Jim Steynes at High School.

My virtual schoolgirl had been with him, behind the bike shed, on more than one occasion and he had been the first to feel my breasts and I now recalled that he came in his pants once and I called him Jim Stains for a while after that. This was truly weird and I needed to ask my mother if my past had been planned or was just a product of the magic.

Sunday morning I took extra care in dressing, going for a slim skirt with my new boots and a pure woollen sweater. My mother asked me why I was dressed this way and I just said it was because I felt like it.

She asked if Suzette and I would like to go out for the day and we said it would be lovely. Suzette went up to her room to put better clothes on and my mother and I sat chatting until she came down. We got the Cruiser out and drove south to Brighton, where we visited the Aquarium before having fish and chips sitting on a bench by the sea.

It was a lovely day and we went on the pier and rode a couple of the rides, at least, my sister and I did. We tried to cram ourselves into a photo booth but had to end up having three sessions of two each.

When each strip came out we made sure we had at least one good one of each pairing. My mother looked at the ones I was in and told me that I was now the beauty of the family so Suzette had to be the brains. ‘Brains’ cemented the demarcation by sticking her tongue out at me.

We then had a walk in The Lanes before heading home. I found a little jeweller and bought a silver cross on a thin silver chain which I loved immediately and wore it after I had paid for it.

Suzette chose a pair of silver loop earrings and mother got herself a chain with her astrological sign as a pendant.

On the drive home I had a sudden thought. “I’ve just realised that I am a witch, sitting in a car with two other witches, and I am wearing a silver cross around my neck. Why am I not screaming with pain and having the shape burning my neck?”

My mother laughed and told me it was all about perception. “You saw the cross as a thing of beauty and not as symbol of Christianity. You don’t believe it has any powers so it doesn’t for you. Other may believe differently. Some of the old time witches were more devout than the priests of their day so were easily affected by a cross being brandished in front of them.”

At home we had a light tea and I went off to my workshop to work on my new outfit for Diana. I knew that I could probably materialise it but the joy of making things was too strong. I then realised that I could actually use both methods.

I materialised a complete set of clothes for Diana, starting with underwear and then shoes with the final item being a little black dress. I shifted the shape of the dress until it looked right and then I had something, in my mind, to work to.

I cut some black satin and quickly made the new dress as a shift. De-materialising the one on the figure I then animated her and got her to put her arms up so I could slip the new dress on, then getting her back into a pleasing pose before de-animating her again. That certainly made it easier to dress the figures, in the past I had to make everything as a wrap and sew it together on the body.

On Monday morning I had a look in the paper to see what shows were on and then rang around until I was able to get a couple of tickets for Saturday evening. I was able to get us into Blue Angel with the RSC at the Globe so it was sure to be an interesting experience. It had toured earlier in the year to good reviews.

I was able to get a twin room at the Best Western on Buckingham Palace Road so we were set for the weekend. We could go in and out by train and the Globe was a walk, not easy but doable.

I worked on Jayne in the same way I had with Diana so had her dressed by the end of the day. I made her the yellow dress with black edging that she wore in the movie ‘Will success spoil Rock Hunter?’

I would try to finish Stevie before the end of the week. I had not realised just how hard the outfit would be when I chose her to make. All those flounces and frills would have been impossible for Armand.

Tuesday the carrier brought both of my deliveries in one hit and I was able to set up the sewing machine where the old one used to be and the overlocker went on a side bench. The dummy went in the corner for later.

A long while ago I had bought an end of a bolt of off-white rayon with the idea that I would make figures of Diana Ross and the Supremes but it had not happened. I now thought that I would make myself a sheath for Saturday evening.

I just needed to pick up some good thread and a zipper. I did this over Wednesday and Thursday, taking the Cruiser into Redhill for the extra bits I needed.

Friday evening we had a meeting of about half the group and it was interesting to see how my position was changing. I was no longer the new kid on the block but was becoming one of the group and my comments were considered seriously. I started showing some of the smaller magical tricks for their entertainment and they realised that I was able to control my powers.

When we finished we made arrangements for Saturday. Collette would take her bag with her to work with Babs in the passenger seat to drive the car home and my mother would take me into Redhill in the afternoon.

Collette told me that Tony, the boy she had smooched with on Saturday night, had seen her in the salon when he had come in with his sister. He had asked her out to see a rock concert in London a week tomorrow.

Jim had got four tickets and wanted to know if I could go as well. She had his phone number so we could let him know. The kicker was that it went very late and we would all have to stay overnight.

“Well, this may be the chance to see what the other side really means as I may have the opportunity to try the real thing. Think about it and we can call them next week.”

When I was alone with my mother on Saturday morning I asked her about my virtual life and whether it had already been planned out. She told me that the memories that I had of before my creation were ordained by the magic around at the time and would be set to suit the memories of everyone who would have had contact with me.

This was a bit hard to get my head around. “So, if the previous Amity had had sex with a boy, he would remember it but I wouldn’t?”

“No,” she said, “With a relationship as strong as that you would have known it almost as soon as you woke up on the Sunday morning. Things like kisses or fondling could be forgotten anyway but sex is way too much to just forget. You haven’t remembered such an event, have you?”

I told her that I had met Jim last week and he was very familiar with me and that I had now remembered some hanky-panky behind the bike sheds but no actual sex.

I told her that Collette and I may spend the following Saturday night in London with Jim and Tony and she told me to be careful as I was, indeed, fully female now.

“Does that mean that I will have periods?”

She nodded and told me that I would probably be due for one this week. Oh joy!

That afternoon I was taken into Redhill and met up with Collette at the salon. When she finished work we picked up our bags and walked to the railway station. In London we walked to the hotel and checked in, going up to our room and hanging our clothes for tonight.

Collette was impressed by my off-white sheath and when I told her I had made it she asked if I could make her something for next weekend with the boys. I told her to imagine what she wanted and I got the picture of her desire fixed in my mind while she described it.

We stayed in our usual clothes and went to find a place to have a meal. After the meal we went back and changed into our evening wear. We ended up having to take a taxi to the Globe and I picked up our tickets that I had ordered. The show was good and very professionally acted, as you would expect, and we took a taxi back to the hotel.

We were tired so we put on our nighties, hugged and got into the beds, falling asleep almost immediately. The sun was shining when we woke on Sunday morning and I made a bee-line for the toilet and shower.

When I was in the shower she followed my lead and we showered together. It was strange but nice. We dressed in the skirts and tops we had bought to go home in and went down to the dining room for breakfast.

Once we had eaten, we were sitting there drinking our coffee when she said, “I know that this has been an interesting weekend for both of us. Once upon a time I would have given anything to have shared a room with you for the night but last night I was just so happy to be a girl and to be your friend, does this mean we’re normal girls?”

“It depends on what you call normal,” as I changed the salt pot into a penis and back again. “We are, after all, witches.”

She giggled and wondered if she would be able to work any magic on Tony to make him bigger and last longer when they were together next Saturday night.

“Do you think they will want to sleep with us?” she asked.

“You bet they will. If the concert is any good we may have to pay for it in kind, maybe twice. I do hope it is twice, or even three times, I think that I may feel generous on the night.”

“Ooohh, you wicked thing,” she laughed, “I’ll not be able to get through the week, again!” We packed our overnight bags and left them with the reception and I paid for our room.

We then went for a walk down to the river and along the Embankment as far as The Tower, which was crowded with tourists as usual.

“How about we take a London Bridge tour, I’ve never done that.”

So we went to the ticket office and bought tickets for the tour. While the look at the giant machinery was good, it was the walk across the top spans of the bridge that I found fantastic. The view up and down the river from a position that was so iconic was almost breathtaking.

We caught the tube from Tower Hill back to the hotel, picked up our bags and walked to Victoria Station to get a train home. While we were waiting Collette asked me if I was happy being the new me and I had to tell her that I was having a lot of fun as well as my horizons had been expanded to unknown limits.

She wanted to know what I meant by that so I told her that although Wendy had given me the power to read concentrated thoughts, as I had shown her before, I had since developed a sense of aura reading.

“Now, this can be very useful sometimes as there is a guy just up the platform who has a very black aura at the moment and keeps glancing at us. Keep a hold on your bags.”

As I said this I reached into my own bag to get my little tube of pepper spray that I had bought the week before. I hardly had time to grab it before the guy got up and came towards us at a run with his hand out to grab a bag or two.

He got a direct hit as he reached us and tripped over Collettes’ bag landing flat on the platform. Luckily, a guard had seen it all and had contacted the railway police who took the guy away.

The guard said that there had been a spate of bag snatches lately and they were all very happy to catch the crook. He commented on our very fast reaction times and thought that we must both be professional sportswomen. I thanked him for his help and told him we both played womens softball.

Back home we took a taxi back to Nutfield and he dropped us off outside Collettes’ house. After he had left I gave her a hug and an air- kiss and told her that I looked forward to our next week end with the boys. I said for her to walk to my house on Wednesday evening as I should have her weekend dress to try on.

As I picked up my bag to walk home, I had a sudden pang in my lower body. I found, when I was back in my room, that I had some blood in my panty. My mother had put some supplies in my drawer and I called on my memory of the previous life to do what I had to do. Looks like it will be a quiet week.

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