The Girl in Me
CHAPTERS 1-3
 
by Erin Amelia Fletcher
 
Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this.

This is the parody story to my poem I am a Girl, please enjoy...

 
 

Chapter 1
 
 
It all started when I was born, fate dealt me an unruly hand. I was quiet when I was born, so quiet my mum feared I was a still-born. I was wrapped in blue, and handed to my mum with the words "It's a boy". Mum was happy that her first born was alive, and a boy. She always kept me close even to this day, when I was born she kept me in her room, because she feared baby snatchers (it was the late 80's). That was until she started working, but that'll be later in the story.

My Grandma was very upset that I was born a boy, though I can't say as I blame her. My dad was proud that his first child had been a Son and named me after some sports guy (Derek Fletcher) isn't that a macho thing to do.

I lived a very happy life up until I was about 3 or 4 my newly sister was about 1 or 2 at the time but we were fair in size. We were going to go to Canada's Wonderland theme park, and mum had packed for an overnight stay, for all of us. Nature I think started to kick in to me that night before everyone was awake in the house. It's like I was called to it like a magnetic force. I remember getting out a yellow(ish) sun-dress from the bag and putting it on. Somehow I must have been making a noise doing so and ended up waking my Mum. Mum came down and caught me wearing Mary's sun-dress. The last thing I remember is Mum taking the dress off of me and saying "Boy's don't do that", and "I hope your not going weird on me". I of course was held back by this, leading me to be very confused because I enjoyed it, and would have it on my mind every now and then at that age.

Maybe a month or so after this incident I started having dreams that made me even more confused. One day my Mum was doing the laundry and she was folding a pink party dress of my sister's, and I told her of my dream. "I was wearing the pink dress mommy, and I went outside and everyone was laughing and pointing at me, then everyone treated me like a girl it was real nice" I said. "Well stop having weird dreams, boys don't dream about stuff like that, your not a girl, your a boy and I don't want you going weird on me" she said to me with a disgusted questioning look in her eyes. Somehow this caused a mental block of what nature was trying to tell me, I stopped having the dreams and the thoughts and was my old self as my mum would say.

My dad, whom its hard to say from at that time what I saw and was told, wasn't exactly man of the year. He worked a lot, slept a lot, and if he was awake it was doing negative things to my Mum that I'd rather not mention. I used to try and get his attention, usually by waking during the night and I'd watch a hockey game with him (even though I absolutely hate sports) which ended up with him actually taking me to a game. After awhile I stopped that and pretended to sleep- walk, till he would find me and set me asleep on the couch.

In 1993, I was 4 and my mum and dad got separated (Mum says it was because of abuse, dad says mum was infidelic) I chose the abuse excuse. Be in mind though that Mum got married when she was 19 to my dad who was nearly 32 after only dating for 5 weeks, so she could get away from her parents. Mum got us and the rental house, though the mothers allowance etc... didn't allow much to live on so she rented out the basement to a neighbor, Richard. He was nice though he was to bossy and bigoted for his own good, heck he'd make Archy Bunker look like a ballerina, seriously. Though it was a few months after Richard started living with us and Mum and Richard started a courting relationship. The following summer we moved out of Waterloo and into Kitchener, which Richard came with us and Mum and him started up a common-law relationship.
 
 

Chapter 2
 
 
We were living in Kitchener in a house next-door to my great-aunt Cathy. Richard was working as a construction worker and Mum was working in a plastics factory (dad wasn't paying any child support). I was in the first grade at J. F. Carmichael Public School, and Mary was in Pre-Kindergarten at the same school.

After about a year or 2 living in Kitchener, we needed a babysitter. So Mum and Richard agreed to let my cousin Lisa's friend Ginny babysit us.

Mum was at work and Richard had to go to work but waited for Ginny to show up and introduce us and get her settled in the emergency procedures, phone numbers, and where everything was etc.

Richard then left us alone with the babysitter, Mary was very open to her though I didn't trust her (First babysitter that wasn't family or elderly). We didn't know what to do and Mary suggested we play Barbie's. I was used to it since Mary got her first Barbie stuff we've played together with them. Well this started up a conversation while we played, Mary left to go to the bathroom and the babysitter asked me if I liked playing with dolls.

"Yea, I've been playing dolls with Mary for since she first got them, mum said uncle Mike played dolls with her when she was younger so there wasn't anything wrong with me playing with them" I answered.

"Have you ever played dress-up?" asked Ginny.

"You mean like Halloween" I replied, and Ginny nodded.

"Not unless mum is cleaning out the Halloween stuff, nearer to Halloween". I answered.

"Would you like to play dress-up its really fun for kids your age?" asked Ginny.

"Sure but it's in the ceiling attack, and we can't go up there" I replied.

Mary came back in from the bathroom and wondered what we were talking about.

"Mary would you like to play dress-up, little girls love to play dress-up?" asked Ginny, Mary didn't even take a second to answer "Yes".

"Well seems how were playing Barbie's, why don't you two dress like sisters" suggested Ginny.

"Oh yes that will be fun, but Derek is a boy and a little bigger than me" replied Mary.

"I don't think so, boys don't dress like girls, Mum will think I've gone weird" I said very nervously.

"Well I think we can find something, and it's just for fun and well get you changed before your parents find out" Replied Ginny rather encouraging.

"Please Derek it'll be fun, I always wanted a sister and pretending will make me happy. Mommy and Daddy says its your job as the big brother to make me happy right" stated Mary.

"Well if you all promise me I'll be out of the clothes before Mum and Richard get home, and that you'll keep it a secret, I'll do it" I replied.

"I Promise" Ginny and Mary said in almost unison.

Mary and Ginny started rummaging around in Mary's closet and handed me a pokadot styled sailor dress.

"Go to your room, take off your clothes except for your underwear, and slip this on" encouragly ordered Ginny as she pointed the front from the back (like I was an idiot, Mary wore it a hundred times) I reluctantly left, walking down the hall as if it was the green mile. I kept telling myself this is just for fun, doing my job by Mary by making her happy.

I put on the dress, and had to go to the washroom (nerves go figure) I was washing up after relieving myself, and caught a glimpse of myself. Except for the very short haircut I looked like a girl. My brain (I think) was telling me that I was doing wrong, but everything else like my heart and butterflies in my tummy was saying I was doing right. I braced myself and somehow managed to bring myself to meet back up with Mary and Ginny who were waiting back in Mary's bedroom.

I opened the door and went inside, they gasped Ginny said "You look pretty".

"My big sister lets play Barbie's now" said Mary with excitement pulling me towards the dolls. We played for another hour or so, and I loosened up. Mary had the gall to tell a secret to Ginny

"Derek taught me how to curtsey a year ago when mummy started work" Ginny giggled over that like there was no tomorrow making feel real uneasy.

"Can you show me?" Ginny asked rather curiously. I showed her and explained why I taught her. See Mary was very forgetful and Mum was working so I'd watch Mum when she taught Mary almost anything so if like usual Mary wanted a reminder on something I could show her, and that's how the curtsy teaching came to be. After all, when dad left he said it was my job to be there when Mary or Mum needed me, because I was "the Man of the House".

That night I got my first taste of speed changing, because we lost track of time. Though I luckily got changed and handed the dress back to Ginny only minutes before Richard returned with my Mum. Ginny left saying "see you's tomorrow" and we waved goodbye.

I said hi to Mum and Richard and went to the bathroom. When I came downstairs the worst had happened. I faintly heard what was going on, "So what did you and Derek do with the babysitter today" asked Richard. "We had lots of fun, me and Derek..." said Mary before her Grammar was corrected "Well Derek and I were playing Barbie's, and Derek dressed up in one of my dresses and pretended to be my big sister" continued Mary pointing at me when I was walking into the kitchen to them. Mum nearly had a stroke, and Richard glared at me like you'd expect if I had blown up the world.

I swear it was a minute of total silence that felt like an hour. "So you were dressing like a girl, did you like it, did it make you feel pretty" said Richard with a mocking effeminate loose wrist. "No, she's making it up cause I wouldn't" I replied fairly upset with Mary looking right at her. It was dropped and I went upstairs to my bedroom after super. I promised that one day I'd get even with her for breaking her promise. That night I fell asleep crying, but didn't know why, though I wouldn't get a glimpse of understanding for another year.
 
 

Chapter 3
 
 
Over the next few months I had got callings to the feminine clothing almost like an addiction, I would sneak in the hampers, take from my sisters closet and eventually her drawers. One day I even read and looked through a catalogue for sears in the bathroom. I enjoyed looking through the girls section, and found the cutest Christmas outfit. It had was a plaid skirt (green, red, and black), a pretty light pink blouse, with a velvet style vest of red and green, black Mary-Janes, and white tights. That I think was my first enviousness over girls, which wouldn't go away and only escalated.

One day while Ginny was babysitting Mary and I while Lisa was over, they went out for a little while to do something and Mary had one of her Jean skirts with a belt through the loops laying neatly on her bed. When they left it was like the skirt was a magnet and I was its metal. I stripped my pants off in a rush and attached the skirt in place and put the belt on with some difficulty, observing myself in the mirror. Suddenly I heard the girls coming back and I hurried to change, the belt stuck in place and I swear I must have been hyperventilating. The next thing I knew the door opened while I heard voices "I thought we left the door open" luckily Ginny walked in first, and saw me first sight, pushing Mary and Lisa out into the hall before they saw anything while trying to enter. Ginny closed the door and helped me out of the skirt, trying to undo the belt having almost equal difficulty as I did. Eventually she got it off of me, handing me back my pants.

She sat me down on Mary's bed and asked me why I had on Mary's skirt, I hesitated for a couple of minutes in shame before I answered her.

"They call to me, I can't help it when its on me its like it's my skin, I feel so normal and right with it on" I said kinda without really thinking. "Well that's ok, lots of boys go through a stage like this" replied Ginny.

"But it doesn't feel like a stage it feels natural like a calling, like they were made for me" I said.

"Well obviously that belt wasn't met for you, it was like a finger trap attached to you" said Ginny with a little humorous giggle.

"That was an accident, I felt like was going to die when that happened" I said out of defense (My sense of humor wasn't in good condition at the moment). Suddenly I felt embarrassment and shame again, and I continued by pleading "please don't tell them, please".

"I promise, just don't be so sad over this and put on a smile, ok" answered Ginny as I meekly replied "ok". Ginny then got up patting my head and opening the door letting the others back in.

Ginny told them ask no questions, unknown to me she whimpered to Lisa "I'll tell you later, ok" with Lisa nodding in agreement. The night then passed peaceful with me a little quiet while I was putting up a front for one of the first times in my life.

A couple of nights later my parents asked Ginny to babysit us while we were already asleep. Ginny was left alone and invited Lisa over with her. Then it all started in the middle of the night Ginny awoke Mary and I telling us we could stay up as she was babysitting.

"I still don't believe that he does it, Gin" said Lisa. "He does trust me I've seen it and he says he enjoys it like they were made for him" replied Ginny in a almost loud whisper, that I over heard and got a cringe in my stomach.

"Hey Derek, do you want to play dress-up I know you really enjoy it" said Ginny in a giggle. I think I went beat red and almost fainted.

"No your crazy Ginny, I've never played dress-up in my life" I said in a white-lie defense.

"Yes you have Derek, a few months ago remember" said Mary yawning as she spoke wearing her long white nighty with a little ribbon on the front holding a multi-colored clown (I hated clowns and gave it to her).

"Oh come on silly if you don't we'll make you" said Ginny kinda demanding and ticked off. I then ran away to get rid of them hiding in Mary's closet sitting in a fetal position. Lisa then found me and asked why I'm afraid as it's only a game, and I told her that "she promised me she wouldn't tell, just like Mary".

"So it is true then, well it'll be our little secret and I won't go blabbing. Wait here ok and I'll tell her to back off, you look like you've seen a ghost" said Lisa empathically.

I cannot recall much of what happened that night after that scenario, except when I was put in bed Ginny came right to me and tucked me in she said point blank, "if you get me fired, I'll tell everyone your secret". I of course didn't want that at least not then.

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To Be Continued...

The Girl in Me
CHAPTERS 4-6
 
by Erin Amelia Fletcher
 
Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this.

This is the parody story to my poem I am a Girl, please enjoy...

 
 

Chapter 4
 
 
The following morning both Mary and I were walking around like zombies since how we were up half the night. Mum and Richard were curious why we were so tired, me I kept my mouth shut the blabbermouth struck again. "Ginny and Lisa let us stay up last night, we did lots of fun stuff last night..." Well I was questioned and like I said I kept my hold of my tongue, of course blabber mouth had to mention I was up to so, I got punished for hiding the truth, which of course meant grounded for the week. Ginny was fired and Lisa had to deal with my Aunt.

We were allowed to stay home that day and take a long nap, and later that night go to bed early, mum of course called us sick to the school.

Luckily when we stayed home it was a Friday so we had ourselves a 3 day weekend except I was grounded. We once again were awoken in the middle of the night, between Saturday and Sunday. "I can't believe she gave our kids lice" said my mum, "well you were in the right by what you said to her mother" said Richard. Mum waking Mary up, and Richard waking me up, taking us into the bathroom sitting me and Mary in separate chairs. My hair was buzzed and after I was done I was sent to my room to put on my swimming trunks, and then had to take a bath with Lice shampoo. When I was done I had to wait around for more combing lice out of my hair to make sure it was all gone but Richard was still on Mary's hair, she was screaming out of pain so much that he was getting fed up, and after a while she was crying out to buzz her hair like he did mine, but Richard didn't want to do that to this pretty blond haired sister of mine, but after about an hour of this, he gave in.

My sister's beautiful to waist long blond hair was buzzed, my mum was very upset the most, she screamed at him during and after all sorts of cursive words at him one of which I remember to this day, "You goddamn Nazi". Mary thought it was neat and kept rubbing her head, though when she went back to school that Monday she wasn't happy cause others teased her and what not. I was both happy that she got what she deserved, but I was very empathic towards what had happened to her, because myself had to go threw that buzzer about once or twice a month, and in case your all wondering I did cry about that alone in my bed once finally sent back to bed.

The following Monday Mary and I went to school, hand in hand. Ginny and Lisa weren't together and Ginny was going person to person, laughing and giggling, but wouldn't even talk to me even when I said hi. School wasn't going to start for a little while yet so Mary went off with her friends, and I caught up with my friend Amber. Amber was acting peculiar, I swear she was stifling a laugh and she eventually excused herself saying she had to get to class (15 minutes early).

Once she left I saw a few kids laughing and looking at me, of course I was curious of there laughter, I thought I left my fly down or something (wouldn't be the first time). I walked over to them and asked what was so funny, they said nothing till I kept bugging them for answers. "Is it true you dress in your sisters clothes" one of the girls asked, "of course he does he's a sissy, a little girly boy" a boy said answering for me, and the same comments and questions coming from others in the little group. "No! Were did you here a stupid thing like that" I asked hurt and embarrassed. "From Ginny, she said she was babysitting you and your sister, and how you love to play dress up in your sisters clothes and like it" one of the girls answered. "Well that's a stupid lie, I never did that kind of thing that's just weird" I said huffing away toward the doors when Ginny walked over and said "have you had a nice welcome back, hope you and your sister are feeling better" Ginny said with a grin. I then lost it and began crying and new a few words that are not appropriate. "Go to hell and leave me alone" leaving Ginny there with the biggest mouth in shock by what I had said storming down the school stairs.

I was called a bundle of names and terms I didn't understand or even like, I was very upset and so began a great deal of trust issues, and depression not to mention insomnia.

 
 

Chapter 5
 
 

Over the years I had to undergo some counseling, being nearly 2 years since the incident. Mum especially was very concerned, she thought I was having separation issues due to her and dad's break up; because I was becoming more quiet and withdrawn, even though I tried to tell her on numerous occasions, but she wouldn't listen and act like the same mum on the subject she had, but now she came up with changing the subject, and pretending to be preoccupied with something to listen. I was also praying nearly every night then so God could fix his mistake.

The counselors just continuously laid into me all the time, it was a church program, cause mum couldn't afford the real type of counseling. I eventually told them what the problem was and told me it was wrong, and a sin, and nothing more than the devil incarnate and sent me home and then never went back there again. They did tell my mum, but just kept telling herself I was just being funny or in a faze, she didn't want to admit she has a daughter that needs love and life.

Over the last 2 years I have I spent my time in some pity, while secretly and manipulatively showing my feminine ways, sometimes showing it without thinking and other members of my family have noticed.

I had lost all my friends now and still in the same school, I would spend my recesses walking around the school yard, just thinking, pondering, and watching all the pretty colors of the trees. I also did a lot of checking out what the other girls were wearing and especially there hair, and the pretty designs they made out of there hair, to say I was envious is an understatement. Sometimes I wanted to just chop there hair off and keep it as my own, but I was to morally inclined to do something like that. I then made a promise to myself that no matter what happens I'll have my own hair when I become the girl I will be, even though I didn't know of anything that could assist in becoming the girl I am or even if it was possible, I just knew that anything is possible, you just have to believe that impossibility is the impossible.

One day on my recess I was doing my usual walks, a flash hit me like nothing I had ever had before, seconds later I started to shudder and blacked out or at least everyone else thought I blacked out.

I saw something weird, during my "blackout", someone was jumping out of the slide, and hurt themselves and everyone started looking at me.

I then awoke from my "blackout" a few people were looking at me like I was ill or something and generally looked concerned. "He's waking up, step back and give him some room" said a teacher, his voice sounding very eager to help. I was still a little groggy when waking up from my blackout asked what everyone was doing, and they explained that I fainted. "I had the weirdest dream, I saw someone jump off the slide and get hurt" I said. The teacher helped me to my feet asking if I was alright and that there going to bring me to the office to have the nurse check to see if I was alright.

I followed the teacher as told, and we were walking past the slide, the next thing I know I hear a loud drop from behind me and look over. The boy was on the ground, he was crying and saying ouch a lot, everyone once again went running this time to the boy, some of the kids were rude especially the boys because the kid was crying. The teacher took the boy by the arm lifting him up to his feet and continued towards me with the boy.

Everyone looked at me and pointed, one of the words directed towards me was "witch" which is funny cause at that time I had not known anything about the subject except that the Halloween image was the only thing I knew on the subject. Even the teacher acted strangely towards me. One thing you should know is that most of the students are Christian, and the school has many church sponsors as well as the school itself is owned by a church, which is one reason why I hated that school. It turned out that the kid dislocated his elbow, the teacher let this rest but I would get nit-picked in the future by him, as well as other teachers.

After the incident I spent even more time withdrawn, now I had this what I call Foresight, which was to be a starting point of many things to come in my life. I started to test my gift finding the root of it and using it inside out, usually to help others which took more of my time resisting the urge to feel bad about myself while helping all those around me.

 
 

Chapter 6
 
 

Over the last few years I had been depressed, withdrawn, confused over the feelings of my gender, worried about dozens of things, helping others and was beginning to disbelieve in the almighty. I prayed every night but started skipping some nights because I was beginning to feel it was a waste of time, I was meant to live in the mix up created for me.

One day after school Mary had gone to her friends and mum was downstairs doing as she pleased I was alone and crept in Mary's room and took out on of her slips and went into the bathroom, I took off my clothes and put on the half slip stepping into it, and moving it up firmly placing it around my waist. I looked in the mirror and only slightly liked what I saw unfortunately I had yet another crew cut so I didn't look anything like a boy I thought at that time. The electricity throughout my body was fascinating as it always was, suddenly I heard footsteps up the stairs. Mary and mum were in Mary's bedroom talking and laughing like they usually did.

I hurriedly took off the slip, and put my own clothes back in. I was about to open the door with the slip in my hand when I realized that I may get in trouble having Mary's slip, so I stuck it in my pants wear I thought they couldn't see it.

I opened the door and walked out and tried to get to my own room as quick as I could but mum was already coming forward to me asking me were I was, I told her I was in the bathroom. "What's that in your pants there so bulky in the front" mum asked, "nothing" I replied. "Are you caring toys in there again" she asked (be aware I kind of had a thing about sneaking my toys in my pants, mostly cause Mary liked to take them and not give them back), "no" I replied again almost embarrassed by that question. Mum then got a little demanding and upset that I seemed to be hiding something for her, rightly so, she grabbed at my pants and took out the slip. "Well why do you have your sister's slip in your pants?" she asked bewildered. "Um no..." I tried to answer before being cut off, "I hope you weren't wearing it, I don't want you going weird on me" mum said abruptly as she cut me off. "No. Like I said..." I tried to say "like what, you put it in there for good luck" mum said humorously. "No, I found it in my hamper of clean clothes, I was putting them away and found it I was going to put it away for her to be nice but had to go to the washroom so brought it in there with me then when I was finishing up I was going to put it away for her, and then I heard your noises, knowing you were up here I figured I would wait till you left so I wouldn't get a hassle from you" I said cleverly lying, my unknown Gypsy roots paying off. "Well I don't remember washing this last night, or even Mary wearing it within the last month let alone" said mum then looking at Mary who only shook her head ‘no' to mums statement style question confused.

I was very upset, embarrassed from this humiliation, mad, and even put off of myself for all this. "I said I wasn't wearing it, ok, now leave me alone" I said not able to take it anymore, and opened my bedroom door storming in slamming my doors shut, and crying myself to sleep at 4 in the afternoon. No one came in to soothe me, no one cared for my well being and no one even wanted to consider the possibilities of what was going on with me, I felt alone, confused, depressed, isolated and even more I felt locked in this shadow without any love.

To be continued...

The Girl in Me
CHAPTERS 7-9
 
by Erin Amelia Fletcher
 
Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this.

This is the parody story to my poem I am a Girl, please enjoy...

 
 

Chapter 7
 
 

The weeks and months past, I still secretly donned my sisters clothing from time to time when I had the chance, my mind was all over the place and I couldn't gather why this was happening to me. What did I do to be stuck in this in-between, why hasn't the almighty listened to my prayers, and why can't I be happy.

One night getting tired of all the insane amount of pondering, Mary was out of the house over at her friends, mum and Richard were downstairs, and I had no friends or anything else to do so what else would I be able to do, I took out my figurines, and did as I usually did. I played with them just as Mary and I played barbies, just I was alone. I played for a while and just started feeling alone, and started talking to my figurine as if it was a therapist and I was a patient, getting my feelings out and sharing them with something/someone. The next thing I knew it started talking back, believe me not, but to this day I swear it talked back to me for about an hour.

"Everything will be fine" said my figurine. "How?" I asked, "all in good time, patience is a virtue, that will be of great morality to you, too both of us" said my figurine. "What's morality?", I asked, "morality is what you live by, and what keeps you going, kind of like guidelines to live by" said my toy.

We started talking about lots of things, then like regular socializing, "do you like any boys at school?" asked my toy, "No, the boys are icky and mean to me" I answered abruptly. "Well all that will change you'll see. How about the girls, you hang or anything with them?" asked my toy, "Not anymore they all left me over the last few years, Amber even moved away last summer" I answered.

Shortly I heard noises coming up the stairs. My door opened soon after, and I was asked what I was up to, as I answered "not much" mum then left my room telling me to have fun.

Many weeks passed and I began to ponder the questions that plagued me everyday and every night. I was having dreams that were odd, not knowing what they were to mean, and I even began to contemplate something horrible. At the age of nearly 10, I was already contemplating suicide, and how much easier it would be on everyone and myself if I wasn't around anymore.

It was a day I remember, November 16th 1998 there was little snow, more frost on the ground. Mary was at a friends again, I had some of the house to myself, my parents were at my Aunt's next-door. I had just got off school a little over a half hour ago, and was standing at the front window in my sister's room. There were three girls walking past my house, as I watched these older preteen girls giggling and walking past my home. They gestured as they talked, they wore the prettiest clothes, there hair was so beautiful I was as envious as any girl, everything finally clicked into place. I may not have the body of a girl, but I damn well am a girl. Girl's such as them do everything I hold back doing purely by train of thought. One day I would be whole, I didn't know how and I didn't know when, but I knew after all I have strong woman's instincts as young as I can remember. I just know that nothing can ever hold me back from this, I just had to wait and maybe, just maybe the gift I deserve would come to me.
 
 

Chapter 8
 
 
Many years in this life, and many years feeling stuck between body and shadow of a stranger. I then one night just after my 10th birthday, I prayed to the monotheistic god almighty one last time. "Dear god for I have prayed to you near to every night over the last several years, and you have not made do on your mistake, I have been patient, I have put others first while feeling necessary pity on myself, for if you don't change me right, I will no longer pray to you again. Please do this for me I have only asked for one thing in my life and this is it. Please and if you do this you will get a thank you, if not than this is goodbye. Amen" I know I was angry when I asked for this, and I am not a very good prayer but I think it was point blank, I lost patience with him as much as many have also, so please don't judge me harshly but I felt I had to say it then.

The next morning I woke up, and looked in the mirror, and nothing had changed, I was beside myself, and anger in me abrupted, so harshly that it was hard to not hold it in.

Later that day, I was getting nagged to clean my room like a good "boy", I pretty much got intensely angry didn't say much at the time, they continued to nag me, and years of hurt anger and so forth as well as the betrayal of the almighty, built up to such a point that I lost it. My blood line being what it was progressed a gift of mine now my foresight gave me another gift, a little thing called psychokinesis. I flung the glass of water right out of my mum's hand accidently by my mind, 4 feet away from her, it hit the end of the table and breaking in about 60 pieces or more.

"I'll go clean my room now" I said abruptly running up the stairs in a flash.

My parents had not thought it was me, which is funny or at least to me it's funny. Though, I was afraid of this new gift although very defensive it is I felt it could cause a lot of harm and never to this day trained it, and it only comes out when nature feels I need us of it, or my emotions trigger it from my self conscious.

Mary and I started playing together a lot more, but she had many other things in mind. She was tired of me playing with her barbies, and missed her friends and I suppose she also missed our dress-up times. Well she wanted me to dress as a girl every time we played together with her barbies. I of course was hesitant, not because I didn't want too, but because of the past I knew that this may be trouble.

Well, you can say I went on strike over this, for nearly 2 weeks before giving in. That first time with this new routine, I wore pink panties, white Camisole and matching slip, and lavender dress that the sleeves came up to an inch or two before my elbows, it felt and looked great. I was happy and weary, trust in anyone over this was slight, with my sister it was a very hard thing to trust her, but I was never in full trust. After all I was burned before, and by her, so my judgement in my mind was as exact as anything I new of truth.

This went on for months before we were found out. Richard had a friend named Terry. He was an alcoholic, and a lazy oaf. He had long hair to about mid back tied in a masculine ponytail.

Mary and I were playing and I was dressed in the lavender dress again, Terry walked in the wrong door and saw Mary and I playing, and me done up in my finery. He missed the bathroom, and just happened to come in Mary's room. He called me all sorts of dirty names. I told mum what Terry had said to me what she said was "that'll show you for being weird, I warned you"

 
 

Chapter 9
 
 

I was finally on my summer holidays, mum was at work most everyday and so was Richard. We were sent next door to my aunts to be babysat by her.

Well one day I will remember it as plain as day to this very day. My cousins were over, and the girls went and played with each other, and I was stuck playing with my cousin Jason. I should have went with the girls but I wasn't in the right train of mind and was told to play with Jason, which was roughly the same age as me just a few months younger if not a year. In a way I did what I was told, and played with him I just didn't copy him. He was busy making mud and digging around in it, like totally disgusting,. He was playing with some Tonka toys, I was playing with a car my aunt had in the outside toy bin she had. It was a tonka Barbie vehicle. I knew that because Mary has the same one just Mary's is in Red and white, and this one is blue and white. Mum passed it on to Mary.

My aunt and some of her friends and Jason's mom came out to enjoy some fresh air., joining us in the backyard, sitting down there folding lawn chairs, and gathering for typical socialization while watching us. "Jason is such a messy child isn't he, very rambunctious, and now I'm going to have to fill the holes back up when he's done digging my yard up" said my aunt. "Yes that's true, but its better than being like Derek, I swear he just isn't boyish in his activity" said Jason's mother. "I mean like he's too clean, quiet and I swear he just acts a bit like a sissy" continued Jason's mom, I heard that like a kick in the gut. "Yes, your right, even when I babysat Derek and Mary last month he seemed very feminine, even treated his sister more like a daughter than a sister, not to mention he acted more in the motherly sense than a fatherly sense" said one of my aunts friends. "Yes I've seen that too. I watching them once, one day Derek was comforting his sister, I think it was last week. She was crying and had her poor her hearts out and kept telling her it'll be ok, petting her head like I've done with Lisa and Catherine. Even, though Mary was upset he made sure she acted lady like telling her to close her legs and be more lady like. Then there were many times he's made her lunch, told her to do her homework, and even helped her with it many times" said my aunt. "Have you told your niece about all of this" asked my aunts friend "Yes, but she thinks I'm crazy, and has even told me so" answered my aunt. "Well I think there's a girl in him screaming to come out" said Jason's mother. "Yes I believe so too, even Lisa has told me some things that were told to her and even confirmed by Derek. Lets go inside and I'll tell you's while I fix dinner" said my aunt. They got up and put there chairs away in the shed, my aunt telling as she was leaving to "get cleaned up Derek, your mother will be here any minute to take you and your sister home". I got up put the car back in the box, went inside and got cleaned up, minutes later mum came and got Mary and I and were off back home.

To be continued...

The Girl in Me
CHAPTERS 10-12
 
by Erin Amelia Fletcher
 
Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this.

This is the parody story to my poem I am a Girl, please enjoy...

 
 

Chapter 10
 
 
Mary, Mum, Richard and I went over to my cousin Milton's for the famous Y2K 2000 new years party. Which of course nothing happened, but it was fun seeing that day and knowing our generations that were living at that time was able to see it.

We moved at the end of February, to my grandmothers out of the city into Mannheim. It was a quaint town in Wilmot county, mostly a place for agriculturalists to make a living. The house as it always was, was pretty. It is a three story stone house with a aluminum siding on the attached garage. The windows were T-bared, with wooden frames. The house was originally built in the 1860's, and was modified and added onto while keeping it's historical look as best as they could. Mary and I had our bedrooms on the second floor, Mary got the back walk in closet room and I got the small room that housed the door to the attack. Mum and Richard took over the downstairs living room, as there bedroom, and everything else was put on the side porch with winter plastic to cover the porch, to prevent damage of any and everything that was out there.

The following day on March 1st 2000, Mary and I started school at New Dundee Public school. It was an hours school bus ride, to the next town of New Dundee. The school was 4 stories, but the school was small, it had hardly 15 rooms in that school, red brick, with a few modern features and only 2 portables in the school yard.

The kids there were ok, but they used to make fun of me especially, usually calling me names. Most of the names consisted of wimp, city-slicker, and sissy. I know I was used to be called names but these kids I knew if I let them they could hurt me worse than the kids at my last school, after all these kids were hard working farm boys that even at there young age had big enough muscles to notice.

I started to hang around with Dean, seems how by the school code I wasn't allowed to hang with the girls. Our friendship turned sour within a few months, I had wondered why the few friends I had met started giving me funky looks hardly a month after I moved and started school her, but I found out by some kids that Mary was passing the word around how im like a sister to her and giving detailed accounts of what she was talking about.

I lived with being ostracized except from dean for a few months. It wasn't until we started up at Wilmot junior highschool. I went there for a couple of weeks, and Dean thought me as being "to queer to be there" pointing at my head.

We moved back to Kitchener, and this time it would be a place I stayed for many more years to come. I was sleeping in my new bedroom in this new house after the first month living here. Being eleven now was something quiet exciting, I always loved that number and to this day eleven is my lucky number. I was dreaming this fateful night, and it was an amazing dream. I was myself, and when I say myself I mean the girl in me was here and the boy was not of existence.

In my dream I awoke to daylight on my face, long strawberry blond hair tickling my chin meshed from the slumber of my head on the plush pillows, and beautiful pink sheets on top of me, making me feel safe for the night. Getting out of bed was easy, as I wanted to see what was going on. I looked in the mirror and saw a beautiful girl of my eleventh year starring back at me, wearing a beautiful pink night gown, with pretty imprints of hearts and bows, as there was also a bow at the neckline where lace and satin took form on my nightgown. My hair was long far over my shoulders. My nails were a sparkly pink on both my fingers and my toes. I was also wearing pretty pink laced panties under my nightgown, and still had some lip gloss on my lips as I looked in the mirror.

I continued to stare a my reflection in the mirror. "Well I suppose you like our look" said my reflection, "yes, I do but how is this possible am I dreaming" I answered while pinching myself to find out if I was dreaming or awake.

"Unfortunately silly, you are dreaming" said my reflection. "This is what can be in time if not better, or worse depends when you allow yourself to have it" said my reflection again. "I've wanted myself to have this for a long time, I think that means allowing myself to have it" I replied a little hurt, while busy enjoying myself. "No it does not, it means you wanted something to happen, but it doesn't mean you let yourself have it, in order to do that you have to take your want make it a need and put it into action" she said back to me. "Look I think I know that I have tried very hard to be who I want to be, so excuse me saying I think your just trying to hurt me" I said. "I am not trying to hurt you, if I was trying to hurt you, you'd be having a nightmare rather than a nice dream, firstly like you said ‘want to be', you have to change that to ‘need to be' if your going to get anywhere"she said sternly.

Then I heard a horrible banging sound, and awoke in a flash, feeling much different than I had in my dream. "I'm up, I'm up" I yelled. Hushing Richard from banging on my door. I ran to my mirror and saw that once again that hideous stranger looking back at me, this stranger was the realization that I'm not dreaming anymore, and a few trickles of tears let out my eyes and a sniffle came into context. I had to change out of my pajamas and into my pants and a T-shirt, to get ready for school. Before I left from my room I dried my eyes and blew my nose. I then took Mary and I and walked to school, I spent much of the day daydreaming, just really hoping that I was going to have yet another good dream like the one I just had.

One thing puzzled my though, what did she mean by make my want into a need, and that will be the only way I'll get anywhere. I was really in my own world that day, I had a lot to think about.
 
 

Chapter 11
 
 
I was now 12 and still I was unsure of what she meant, and every time I asked her in my dreams of what she meant she would change the subject or just tell me that in time I'd understand, but that time won't come until I was ready to really address the situation.

One day my mum took the day off of work, for I didn't know why she would do that she never took a day off work, and today didn't look like she was sick. I was told to go off to school and she was going to take care of Mary today. I obliged as she was 10 now and didn't need me to take her to school anymore.

When I got home from school that day, mum and Mary were not home, and Richard was at work. I didn't have a house key and waited around for 10 minutes outside of my house on the front porch, before my neighbor came by and told me that mum said I was to go over to his place till they got back. So once again I obliged.

Mum and Mary didn't show up for another hour in a half, and had appeared to be out shopping. Mum paid my neighbor $20 for watching me, and brought me home. Mum asked me if I had a nice time and I told her a bit, but actually I was curious and worried what was going on. Mum started on dinner and wouldn't give me much of an answer except she said "don't be making fun of your sister".

I went upstairs, after all now I was wondering even more what was going on. Mary was bragging on and on about getting her first bra (training). I was beside myself, mum took a day off just for Mary, allowed Mary to skip school to go shopping and hasn't ever done any of those things for me. I began to feel hatred for her now my sister that is it started an envy and started to grow into hatred.

I left Mary to her packing and went into my room, I cried silently, anger was overwhelming and all I could think of was I wanted to die, I was invisible anyway so why shouldn't I. I just kept think about my years the hiding, the humiliation, the loneliness, and the maturity I had to put up in order to hide the girl in me that is being destroyed because of her lack to blossom into the girl she should be and be allowed to be. The next thing I knew the power in the house went out, supposedly a fuse was shortened out. I cried myself to sleep, even slept through dinner, as I woke later that night, I was covered by a blanket even though I had not put one on myself before I had fallen asleep. I drifted off back to sleep and slept the rest of the night.

The following day I was very quiet, and left to school on my own and didn't say anything to anyone. I spent my day in school completely tuned out of my educational environment. Teachers all day asked if I was okay, and the like. I just answered "my life is the same as it always is" and left.

When I got home after school Richard was just leaving for work, and said I could stay home as he left the door unlocked for me. I had at least a hour before my sister would be back and mum wasn't due home for a few hours. I figured what is mine is hers and what is hers is mine. I stripped off my shirt went into her room pulled open her underwear drawer and pulled out her first training bra. I had no idea how to put it on. It looked like a tiny tank top with shoulder straps, so I just figured put it on like a shirt. It was a squeeze to do it as I was a much bigger shirt size than her, but it worked, with much fidgeting to get it on. I filled the bra with socks rolled up at the time it was 2 individual socks for each breast.

I wanted to go further but the bra took much time to put on as it was my first time, let alone it was small on me. I fidgeted the bra off as quickly as I could. I folded it up put it back in the drawer and closed it in a rush I went back in the bathroom, retrieved my shirt put my shirt on and in hesitation checked to make sure the room was put back as it was left.

I was re-exiting the room as Mary was about to turn the nob to her bedroom door. "What were you doing in my room" demanded Mary. "Nothing" I answered, "ya right, you were in there reading my diary weren't you" she asked angrily. "No I snarled at her I was looking for my french dictionary and couldn't find it so I figured you stole it" I answered as a white lie. "Well I don't have it" Mary lied. I was about to shut the door as I looked and right there was the dictionary on her dresser as plain as day in the sun. "Oh really, than what is this" I asked, picking up the book, showing holding it up to her. "Well you got it now, so leave me alone and stay out of my room" she said trying to hush the situation. "We'll see, if you can stay out of mine, I'll see to staying out of yours" I said, as the day passed uneventful.
 
 

Chapter 12
 
 
The year went by with not very much gender excitement. I now being 13, and Mary being 11. Somehow I had began to unknowingly make a name for myself at school as the class clown. My school having all the students of my class that had went to J.F. Carmichael public school previously, so many knew me and many new my secret, or at least what they all new from years of consistent gossip, from that horrible Ginny, my cousin Lisa and even my sister Mary.

I was once again ostracized, I was feeling lonely again, and having a recently newly equipped ability, everyone's emotions were projected to me ten fold. If someone cried, I would cry, if they laughed I would laugh, and so forth. It was really annoying, and it only left me getting picked on more.

One day a bully, with the brain size of a peanut decided to throw a stone at me and it caught me just above the eye right in the right eyebrow. I was rushed to the principal's office for first aid, as all they did was wipe away the blood, and stick a band-aid on it. The kid was a real ass. He got a 2 day suspension, in school. When he got out of his suspension he continued to pick on me, until I lost it yet again. He decided to kick me in the head about 4 times and I didn't flinch once, I got up and grabbed his leg and flipped him slightly over on his back. He went down hard, he quickly got up and my psychokinesis kicked in for my defense, I just gave him the eye and was hoping for the bastard to leave me alone and get what he deserves.

It was then it allowed me to control it at least that time. There were other times but only of my need to use it would it come. He came at me like a stampeding bull, arms up, looked like he was going to grab me by the though. I kept him in complete sight nudging my head upright. He flew about 10 maybe 12 feet hitting the pavement hard, dislocating his arm from his shoulder.

He was crying out of the pain, I was crying with him about his pain that is. I walked over to him and told him "who's the sissy now, you got what you asked for, you idiot". He looked at me in fear, "What the hell did you do to me, what the hell are you?" he asked shaking crying and sore. "Obviously I can be your worst nightmare, but next time remember these words" I answered looking at him straight in the eyes. "Next time you are going to pick on someone, make sure there not a Witch, if you are going to pi$$ off a Witch your going to get burned, especially me, I am not going to take your bull$hit any longer, understood" I said point blank and in total control. He shivered in fear and pain, embarrassed by his tears he was wiping them away. "What if I do? What the hell you going to about it?" he asked like an idiot.

"Well for one thing this time it was just a warning. Prhaps I'll turn you blind next time, or even throw you a hundred feet in the air"

He looked at me in total belief and said "Fine. I'll leave you alone, just get the hell away from me".

I looked at him straight in the eyes and said "I thought you'd never ask, It'll be my pleasure" I was walking away and said one more thing walking away without looking at him "You might want to go to the office and get help with that shoulder of yours".

He didn't bother me again, though when I saw him in the halls he'd quickly walk away from me like a squirrel up a tree by sight and sound of human contact.

To be continued...

The Girl in Me
CHAPTERS 13-15
 
by Erin Amelia Fletcher
 
Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this.

This is the parody story to my poem I am a Girl, please enjoy...

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Chapter 13

My dreams were getting frequent and my abilities were growing at an astronomical rate. I picked many books up from the book store, when I would get paid for cutting my neighbors lawn. I now had about a dozen books on the craft, in which many spells, and abilities were described in full. One night unknowingly my sister caught me levitating when I was sleeping and wouldn't even tell me why she was scared and wouldn't talk to me for a few days. It was all good she was a blabber mouth any ways, but it still made me curious.

I wanted to find out more of these abilities that I had and even went to see a very well known Gypsy fortune teller, whom when she looked at me made me feel welcome.

She asked me which clan I belonged to, and I told her I belong in a few clans by blood, "there's Fletcher, Kilgoure, mcDuff, Smith, and even Hoth. At least those are the ones I know of" I answered to the kind Gypsy lady.

"Yes, I figured as much. What kind of things have you been able to do? I see that you can do many unique things, that many would consider as not normal" asked the gypsy lady, in calm curiosity.

I was worried that she knew and if not I would tell her and perhaps she may use the information of my abilities to cause harm to me, perhaps blackmail me. I figured I should tell her, after all I'm not paying all this money to not get answers.

"Well I can see through time, and protect myself psychokeneticely, and lately I have also been able to tap into others emotions" I asked and the gypsy lady, nodded in agreement.

She furthered her nodding for a couple of seconds pondering what to say next and then with her eyes closed she flinched, and shuddered, as she held my hands palm facing upwards. She remained shuddering for perhaps 20 or more seconds. Sometimes her facial expressions would change from a frown to a smile, and then would follow with other unique expressions.

She opened her eyes and looked at me in astonishment, envy and even in loving sympathy. "Inside of you is the trigger to open her powers in full, and this will bring forth the true you" said the Gypsy in an almost angelic voice.

I was scared by what she said. Did she know? Is she going to hurt me like the others? How do I do this, and by what she said powers in full, does that mean more to come and in more control? I have to ask.

"Fear not young lady, you know what I mean now don't you. You need not to fear what is inside of you, is it at the core of your soul, the very spirit of your essence. I will not harm you, just as you will not harm me. There is much about you that you don't know ,I mean lots". Said the Gypsy lady with open hearted friendship.

"But...I don't understand...how...I have so many questions..." I said.

"It will be okay young lady, I have many more people to see today, but never set up appointments any longer than 3 days away, why don't you come and see me Thursday after school, my services to you are free, our kind don't charge each other, and soon a leap of faith will be upon you. You may call me Aleena, and I will call you Derek until you come up with a Girl's name, if you so wish" said Aleena with a kind smile on her face.

"Thank you, Aleena. I've been giving the name a lot of thought but I think I am a name grubber I can't pick just one it keeps changing" I said.

She stood over me knelt down and kissed me on the temple. I wasn't sure what to do so I followed what she did and copied her. She chuckled and said "You'll learn young lady...well that's my next client, we'll have to call this a day until Thursday, ok hunny, now take care" as she escorted me through to the back door. She told me to walk between the two trees, and think of home. I did as was said and before I knew it I was standing in my back yard. I can definitely get used to this.

Chapter 14

Over the next couple of months, Aleena had made me her personal part-time assistant. She respected my wishes of not wishing to be paid for using my gifts, I considered her teaching me payment enough for one thing. I learned to handle herbs, master basic enchantments, and learned a great deal of fundamentals. By my 14th birthday, I was able to read tarot with minimal book help, I could transport myself if I was in a rush, learned a bunch of stuff on herbalism (in which I was studying on Glamour spells, and perminit ones at that) I even learned how to instal proper incantations into effect. As a level 2 enchanter, I was still learning the big stuff but they would always turn into illusions.

See over the last few months I was given many readings, and learned a lot about my family and personal history and information. It was found I was a Gypsy by blood, and happened to have witches blood too. She wasn't very pleased with the last part, but she understood it was a gift, and I couldn't give it back.

I had trouble thinking of a name and Aleena advised a little help for me, she said it would help to give me a little of my family traits. She and I agreed on the name Morwen, which means maiden. It was a nice name, and its meaning is sweet.

One day Aleena, had approached me while I was working on divination practice. I was scrying in a bowl of liquid and herbs many may call it a bowl of potion but this is different it uses illumination and divinary techniques. Any ways sorry for trailing off topic. When she approached me she said I was ready to begin my 3rd level training, very shortly and should be prepared to leave home very soon.

I was told to take nothing with me except the essentials, pretty much just my Grimour and magick supplies. Aleena said that she would take care of my attire, for she had a surprise for me. It wasn't until almost a week in a half after she informed me to get ready to leave, that she contacted me through my mirror.

"Morwen, it is time wake up now, I expect to see you for departure, in one hour at my place" she said with her face shining through my mirror.

I awoke and scurried out of my pajamas, and into some traveling clothes, just a t shirt and jeans and a light spring jacket. I wrote a note and left it on my bed on top of my pillows. I left the house with a small chest that contained my essentials, luckily I already knew how to levitate the box behind me, cause it wasn't a light weight. I left the way I come home from my home away from home, through the two trees in my backyard as it took me through out of the two trees in Aleena's backyard. I entered the house through the backdoor followed by my wooden chest.

"Well sweety should we get started?" asked Aleena bright and cheery at 2 in the morning.

"Yes, please" I answered with a little yawn.

"Well, firstly I have a surprise for you. Go into the spare bedroom and change into your presents, then come downstairs" Aleena replied rushing me upstairs.

Once I got upstairs and entered the room, I noticed the bed neatly covered with articles of which would be my very first outfit that I could call my own. There was a long black gypsy skirt, white Gypsy blouse, and a black velvet vest, that looked almost like a corset. There were also black 3 inch healed pumps that came half way up my leg. Gold bracelets, matching hoop earrings and a Amethyst necklace adorned the dresser, and a makeup bag as well with lots of everything a girl could use. Hanging on the door on a hanger were, pink panties and bra set, a white slip and black pantyhose.

"Put on the pendant first sweety and then the rest" I heard Aleena yell up to me from downstairs.

I did what I was told and my hair grew to mid back and the rest of my body changed to that of a normal 14 year old girl I even had a small nearly B cup chest, I was astonished. I took hardly an hour before I came downstairs fully adorned with MY clothes. When I entered the living room where Aleena was sitting by her fireplace in an antique chair, I did a cute little spin and then a curtsey, I was giggling I felt so alive and awake, giddy and peaceful, I never wanted the night to end.

"Have you ever put your hair up or even your makeup on Morwen?" asked Aleena.

"I have put makeup on before, but it was always a failure, and I never had much hair to put up, since how I would get a crew cut like every month" I answered.

"Well let me help you then, hand me your case honey" asked Aleena, as she inspected me. She took about half an hour applying and unapplying this and that till she was satisfied with my face.

"How would you like your hair honey?" asked Aleena. As she took out a few hair things out of my makeup bag.

"I always liked the Y look with two locks from the front that stretch into the back tied off to make a single strand and than braided down" I answered excited as I finished it with a "please and thank you".

"I know just what you are talking about honey, ok hold still it'll take a few minutes" she said gripping at my hair and taking strokes with a brush to it then she took the two locks of my reddish brown waist length hair tied it off with a hair band. Then she braided it as much as she could, making it cute and feminine. Then for a finally, she asked me to close my eyes as she grabbed a comb from my bag. She performed combing of the hair in the front, then I heard her rummaging around and I heard a snip then tickling across my face as hair fell to the ground. I opened my eyes scared to find I was once again bald.

"It's okay hunny, I was just making bangs for you is all, your still young enough to have pretty bangs like this" Aleena said reading my reaction, as she escorted me to the nearby mirror in the foyer. I nearly fainted, It was the girl that I've been talking to for the last few years, the one in the mirror and in my dreams. She was me just like she said.

"See we are the same eh, I'm you, your subconscious" The girl in the mirror said to me.

"I'll be helping you through your journey into becoming yourself" she continued.

"Talk later you have to go, enjoy it like you are and don't look back to Derek, he wasn't meant to be but you were. Derek was just a form of physical self that was accident, but you are the real deal so roll with it talk tomorrow ok, have fun" she said before I got a word in edgewise, and then she vanished and then my reflection was left.

"Well like she said Morwen, its about time we left before rush hour and before your parents wake up" stated Aleena.

"Ok, you get the stuff into the vehicle and I'll put out the fire, please" I said

"Sure thing sweety" replied Aleena as she left the room.

I stood 3 feet from the fireplace, placed my arms towards the fire and chanted the incantation 3 times focusing on the fire.

Light of passion
Warmth of flame
Lighten its load
Extinguish its current need
within this present deed

Pyro.-Levenio

The Flames extinguished, its light withered away and the smoke cleared. I left the room and helped with a couple more things left to take out to the camper. We left the house at 5:23 AM, even though I was told not to look back, I did, especially as we drove past my home on the way out of town, I saw the light turn on and new mum was just getting up to get ready to go to work. I began to feel homesick at that minute, even though my dreams were coming true, I felt like I lost a part of my life, not Derek's though, but mine because I lost my family even if it would be for a little while I still didn't know how long it would take. I just hope that they will understand by the letter I left on my bed.

Chapter 15

Mary was awoken at 7:30 that morning for school, by Richard. He checked on me to see if I was awake, or if he had to wake me up too. He noticed my bed was made, and the white envelope on my bed. On the front etched in my calligraphy was Mummy, in black inc. This made Richard nervous but figured it was a surprise for mum, seems how I've left early before he knew before so he brought it downstairs, and set it at mum's place at the dinning table.

Later that day, I had not shown up for school and the school attendance called explaining how I was absent from school today. This made Richard nervous, he waited for an hour after that call and then started driving around. He checked out the library, downtown, and even the mall. I was nowhere to be found. He then went home and got the note. He took it to the factory that mum was working, and stormed in demanding to see mum.

Mum came in minutes later, Richard explained how I had skipped school and was no where to be found. Mum got worried, after all I had never skipped school before. Richard then handed mum my letter, mum read it and than broke into tears, and collapsed onto the floor sobbing uncontrollably. Richard tried to console her as best as she could, he remained by her for several minutes until he was able to guide her to the truck, to search for me. He didn't know what was in the letter, what it said, where I was or even why I had left yet.

They went home mum had told him it was no use, I wouldn't be able to be found. We need to wait for Mary to get home, then we will have a family meeting. Mary arrived home at 3:16 that afternoon. She was asked into the dining room. Mary sat and it started. Mum explained through many sobs and tears that I was gone, and I would probably be gone for a long time.

Mary wanted to know more and so did Richard. Mum then read aloud my letter...

Dear Mummy

I have to go and will be gone for a long time, I am going to get the help I need.
Like you said many times your not going to raise any weird kids.
Well I am weird and I pretty much raised myself, and now I am going to get the help I need.
I am a Witch and a Gypsy, but most importantly I am a Girl.
I love you very much even if I feel great envy and hatred for you and Mary,
Richard I do love him too although I do feel hatred towards him too.
I hope you can still love me, do me at least one favor mum, raise Mary.
For I did for many years and it was your job but you decided to dump it on me
Mary needs a mother not a replacement, so please raise her,
I don't want her to loose the right of a childhood like I had.
One day may we see each other again.

Your loving Daughter,
Morwen

The room broke out in tears, and yells, Mary eventually broke down and ran out of the room. She knew what I meant she broke down and although I wasn't her mother and she didn't know we too well as a sister except our dress up times in our youth, she still felt that she had lost her mother and had lost the brotherly sister she had for all her years. She broke down and cried herself to sleep, losing the only person in the world she had that actually loved her.

Mum that night had drank herself to sleep that night, and Richard hid in the basement secretly crying while also feeling hatred for me, because I was in his mind nothing but a sissy sinner.

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To Be Continued...

The Girl in Me
CHAPTERS 16-18
 
by Erin Amelia Fletcher
 
Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this.

This is the parody story to my poem I am a Girl, please enjoy...

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Synopsis

Derek a very bright young man, is a very unique individual. Who happens to possess extraordinary abilities, from family genetics. But the most unique thing about him is that he is a transgender girl, and happens to be a Witch and a Gypsy and the first Witch and Gypsy in her family tree in several hundreds of years. As soon as one problem occurs and is nearly fixed another comes Derek's now Morwen's way.

He wrote down his number on his note pad from his pocket and ripped it off the ringed booklet. The blond haired, blue eyed handed me the sheet and said "call anytime miss, I'll jump to you anytime."

Chapter 16

We drove many hours up to Algonquin park where we would stay in the park that Aleena's Clan was occupying. I painted my nails some during our drive up, with a pink polish, it may not have matched what I was wearing but sometimes you gotta mix and match a little, especially the first few hours as a Girl.

When we got there, their must have been about 8 or 10 RV's there already and about 40 to 60 people in the Clan. Aleena said that her clan's name was Angora, and that as long as I am with her I may carry the name of her Clan. I accepted the offer and thanked her gratefully with a hug and thank you.

I Followed along with her levitating some of the bags behind me and carrying some in my hands, she however can't levitate things, so she was carrying them. We entered a RV that was a little smaller than the one we were driving in, it turns out she was trading hers with her middle son and his family. We entered the RV, it was a little cramped hallway but we managed through, we set the stuff down in the small living space/dining room. We began unpacking our stuff putting things away and setting things were need be. I was busy putting away some attire that was bought for me by Aleena, when her son walked in after knocking the door.

"Mama, you here" said voice coming inside the kitchen.

"Walter, about time you came to see me" replied Aleena with glee, hugging her middle son.

"Aren't you going to give your mother a kiss or do I have to put you over my knee young man" said Aleena jokingly stern fully, and Walter gave his mother a kiss on her forehead, he had to bend down a bit as she was about 5'6" and he was about 6'2".

‘So where is this little miss witch you've told me so much about" asked Walter.

"She's in the bedroom, putting all her stuff away like any born young girl would be" answered Aleena with a slight held back giggle.

I walked out of the room to retrieve my makeup bag that was sitting on the kitchen table. I saw Walter standing infront, with his side to the stove talking with Aleena, looking opposite of me, he turned around when I ended closing the door.

"Speak of the devil, how are you young lady my name is Walter?" he asked as he came up to me retrieved my hand and kissed it, I felt like royalty like a princess.

"I am good thanks you may call me Morwen, its nice to meet you Walter" I answered. I was dumb struck, sure he was married, had kids, and about 10 or even 15 years older than me I couldn't help but feel my pulse race and electricity under my skin play tickle tag.

"Well its nice to meet you too Morwen, tell me about yourself" asked Walter as we sat at the table. I smoothed my skirt under myself and clasped my knees together as daintily as you could imagine.

"Well I happen to be 14, and am very unique" I answered with a continuation of "what about yourself?"

"I am 26, I am married and have 3 children" answered Walter.

"Boys or Girls?" I asked.

"While the first born Walter Jr is 7, Alicia my daughter is 5, and Peter is only two" said Walter enthusiastically.

"So if you have a 7 year old son when you were 19, were you already married? Sorry I don't mean to pry, its just curiosity has the better of me." I asked.

"It's okay Morwen, I was married at 17" answered Walter. I still had many more questions but Walters wife barged in the trailer looking for Walter.

"There you are, sitting around having a family reunion, while im stuck at home with a baby and two other kids stuck to me while I pick up your mess" said the red head with a little feisty attitude.

"Ah, nice to see you Ma'am, now can you please tell your son to get off his rear and learn to pick up after himself for once?" said the redhead to Aleena.

"Nice to see you to Bella, still got the Faremore fierce I see" said Aleena.

" Yes, always. Who might this be, another stray?" said Bella, looking at me then back at Aleena. You can tell she has woke up on the wrong side of bed too often, especially today.

Walter got up and I followed. "This is Morwen Angora, a new member of our Clan and a good friend and student of Mama's" Walter introduced me to Bella.

"Morwen this is my wife Bella, and my son Peter" Walter continued to introduce, he went to yell outside for Junior and Alicia to come inside to when Alicia ran inside swinging the door open, from Junior who was carrying worms to attack his sister with.

Alicia came behind her mother and hid, telling her mother what Junior was up to. Bella was furious and feisty. "Walter Matthew Angora Junior, put those worms down and get in here this instant young man, or so help me I'll...!"

Junior did as he was told and walked in the trailer, shyly like he knew was about to be in trouble. He took a look at his mother, and skedaddled over to me. Junior was small for his age, he looked more like a 5 year old. He attempted to hide under my skirt, go figure. His father grabbed his shoulder before my skirt was hefted up to more than my upper thigh, thank god.

"No you don't young man, your to young to get under there" chuckled Walter.

Bella gave Walter the look that meant business, saying "This is no time for jokes Walter, Wally was doing bad and shouldn't be given jokes to compliment his actions."

Walter Junior was small, maybe 3 in a half feet in height, he had brown eyes, and blond hair and was fairly pale like his parents. He was wearing ripped blue jeans and a white t shirt. Alicia was a little bigger than her older brother, she had brown hair held back by a white scrunchy in a high ponytail, and was wearing a little yellow sundress, with white laced socks and yellow Mary Janes. Her eyes were a sky blue, with long eyelashes.

Bella, Walter and the children left minutes later after coxing Junior to apologize to me for hefting up my skirt. I let it slide and gave the scamp a kiss on his forehead.

Chapter 17

The rest of the clan was due to show up for Friday, even some whom married in and out of the clan; such as Theodore, Malcolm, Colleen and Bridget whom are Aleena's children.

I practiced my studies, regularly, and even scryed in my bowl to see what my family was up to. That wasn't fun, they were having a terrible time that it made me want to go back and get Mary but I feared making everything worse. I had to do something quick but didn't know what, I figured I should talk with Aleena about it and see what she thought I should do.

I asked her while she was busy fixing dinner during one of my divination practices. "I am worried about Mary, Aleena what should I do" I asked concerned.

"What does your intuition tell you to do?" Aleena replied.

"To bring her here." I said.

"As much as that is the best answer, I am afraid it isn't possible just yet. You have to focus on your studies and yourself. With her here you would be overwhelmed as usual over her and devote your time to her and your gifts would suffer as well as your studies" pointed out Aleena.

"But what else could I do Aleena? she deserves better. I can take care of her, and Mum isn't taking care of her." I asked again frustrated.

"Isn't there a spell you can do to instill parental responsibility or something of the sort" Aleena questioned.

"Maybe I can make one, but it wouldn't be a permeant one I don't think" I answered.

"Well try it and give it a shot, if things don't work out before next month than I'll see to making some room for her okay" said Aleena.

I gave her a hug and said "thank you" to her. That night I did a blessing onto a candle to help mum be a mother she was meant to be.

Heart of a mother
Bond of each other
Guiding light
Flame upright
Instill maternal insight
Bring forth inner responsibility
upon flesh of her own blood and flesh
Loving grace, instill on this trace
Bound upon the physical keeper of this face
So blessed be unto thee

 
I let the wax of the candle gather my mothers face on the photograph I had, dripping the white fluid that took over her reflection. I then blew out the candle, said my nightly prayers to the Goddess that I did every night for the last year. Then I set my self into bed, Aleena came in as I was about to pull over my covers.

"Let me get that honey, sleep tight don't let the demons bite" said Aleena as she tucked me in bed and kissed me on the forehead and walked out of the room closing the door behind her.

I can't wait for tomorrow night now too. I drifted off to sleep in minutes with the biggest smile on my face, and the best dreams I had in a long time.

Chapter 18

I woke up the next morning to a smell of pancakes. I slipped out of my bed in my pink nighty with floral patterns on it, and a little red bow on the front of the chest. I went out of my bedroom into the central part of the trailer. As I came and sat down the pancakes were handed to my place setting.

"Eat up sweety, were going into town today" said Aleena as she produced a glass for milk for me and sat it down behind my plate.

"A growing girl needs her milk especially at your age" said Aleena.

I ate up my blueberry pancakes with maple syrup pretty quick and went to get ready for my trip into town. I put on white bra and pantie set that both had bows in the center. I then put on a pink tank top that showed some cleavage, followed by my black pumps and a Jean skirt that came to an inch below my legs, and wore tan tights over my legs. I grabbed along my jean jacket that Aleena had wisely purchased for me. I did my makeup on the way, Walter was bringing us into town with his truck, and took Junior and Alicia with us off bella's hands.

The whole way Alicia was begging to join in with my makeup, but told her she was to young, as far as I know 5 year old girls are too young for makeup, at least I know that's what I always heard Mary get told. Alicia pouted so I leant her some nail polish, which Walter agreed to. When we got to the general store in town, Alicia was displaying pretty pink nail polish on her nails. Alicia was getting back at junior for bugging her with the worms yesterday, threatening to do the same to his nails, Walter like most if not all fathers put a stop to that fast. He took it away and handed the polish back to me which I put in my black leather purse that hung from my shoulder down to MY hips.

We got some groceries, and odds and ends for the reunion coming up with the clan. The shop keeper was in the back putting things away, and never saw him. The son of the shop keeper kept looking at me giving me chills and warmth, it's hard to explain, I except I think I got his motor running if you know what I mean.

We left the store shortly after, leaving the poor boy alone after paying for everything. I was about to get into the truck, when he came running outside leaving the store with his father.

"Miss, Miss! Can I see you a minute" yelled the boy running towards us to catch up to me.

I then got out of the car saying "Yes! Hold a sec."

He caught up to us and asked if he could have my number. "I'm sorry but I don't have a number, were on vacation at a trailer park, but you can give me yours if you'd like" I suggested.

He wrote down his number on his note pad from his pocket and ripped it off the ringed booklet. The blond haired, blue eyed handed me the sheet and said "call anytime miss, I'll jump to you anytime."

I looked him up and down and well lets just say that this 15 year old boy, had a well refined hello in the center of his pants if you know what I mean.

"Well thank you. Em may I get you name hun?" I asked stifling a giggle.

"It's Nathan Barton, and yours miss?" replied Nathan.

"Nice to meet you Nathan, my name is Morwen Angora" I answered.

"Nice to meet you Morwen. I gotta get back to work before the old man pops a fuse, so call anytime, ok" said Nathan.

"Ok, Nathan. Hold on a sec!" I replied as he was walking back to the store.

I nearly ran to him and he stopped dead waiting for me hearing my pumps on the ground calling his name a few times. I took a second to catch my breath, tippee-toed up to him and kissed his cheek, me being 5'4" and him 5'7" it was a need without verbal declare.

He was speechless, and frozen in the moment. I yelled back "take care hun" and went back to the truck only to
be taunted, appraised, and embarrassed a little.

To be continued...

The Girl in Me
CHAPTERS 19-21
 
by Erin Amelia Fletcher
 
Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this.

This is the parody story to my poem I am a Girl, please enjoy...

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Synopsis

Derek a very bright young man, is a very unique individual. Who happens to possess extraordinary abilities, from family genetics. But the most unique thing about him is that he is a transgender girl, and happens to be a Witch and a Gypsy and the first Witch and Gypsy in her family tree in several hundreds of years. As soon as one problem occurs and is nearly fixed another comes Derek's now Morwen's way.

Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this.

"Time to strip, hun" Aleeda said.

 
Chapter 19

 
The following few days flew by fast. I couldn't wait for the reunion, I may not have been related but so far I have already been welcomed with open arms by Walter and his family, even if Bella is a little rough around the edges. Not to mention Aleeda has shared her last name with me, and welcomed me amongst the clan.

Friday morning I woke up fast and for the first time as a girl I wore pants it wasn't what I'd rather wear, but I was going to be helping set everything up and working outside so I thought it was best. They were a mixture of blue and purple jean, with a disco flare at the hem at the ankles to the feet. They were definitely feminine, they hugged my legs nice and tight. I also wore a purple tank top with spaghetti straps, and a pair of purple socks and my black pumps. I did my makeup, and put my hair up in a high ponytail with my bangs combed and curled out front, with two strands of hair one beside each side of my bangs hanging down below my ears that showed off my golden hoop earrings.

I was still wearing the pendant given to me that first day by Aleeda. Aleeda said that after 313 days of wearing the pendant my change would be permeant, so I figure I best keep it on. After all, I don't want that horrible Derek back again.

It's been a fun day, I found out everyone knows about my magick anyway so when it came time I was asked to get the fire going wasn't that fun. Like who can't conjure a little flame on green wood anyway. I met the rest of the clan that day it was great.
 

Light of day
Brightness of the sun
Warm this kindling
Smite with passion
Bring this way

Solas an lae
Cliste den grian
teigh I seo truflais
caor thine ag tigh-gen paisean
tabhair leat I seo doigh

 
The rays sizzled on the kindling, smoked eventually flaming, I then went off to help set up some more tables and the entertainers tent. Tent raising was fun the guys were having trouble with it, so I did a little this and that and before you knew it, the tent was raised. Walter was joking around saying how I might want to join in with the entertainers today. I said I would think about it, yet I was nervous about even the thought of it, my voice wasn't bad but I didn't know I could sing, at least not for sure.

The rest of the clan finished getting here around 2 in the afternoon, before we knew it we had more than a hundred people in the gathering. I was introduced to everyone within an hour and then we started to have the entertainment going, I felt lonely as I sat there by myself, when everyone was getting reacquainted to each other, I missed my mother and my sister, and slightly missed the man I have considered my father for the last few years. I did have a father and I missed him, but at the time my view of him was far from nice.

I took off into the woods for a bit after gathering a few things from our trailer, sitting by a small creek in a small ridge of oak trees. I set my scrying dish on a fallen tree; adding some thistle, thyme and cannabis infusion, I chanted to the dish, calling to my Mary.
 

Guiding light
Space in time
Bring forth now
Mary to me
Me to Mary
sight to ear and ear to sight
Image embark in haste to follow
blood to blood
shadow to shadow
reflect on each other

 
The electric blue liquid clouded and shown me Mary and on the other end Mary saw me in her bedroom mirror.

"Mary!" I bursted out starting cry only to hold back the majority of my tears.

"Who are you?" Mary asked a little scared, only natural thing that would be.

"It's me Morwen your sister silly" I said, feeling a little hurt.

"I don't know a Morwen, but what is this, what is going on? " asked Mary.

"Oh! This is a divination, its used as a two way mirror, I can see you and you can see me, its magick silly" I answered hurt once again, but began to remember that she doesn't know me as Morwen yet.

"Well it's neat but scary you know, it's not everyday I look in the mirror and see a complete stranger you know" said Mary upruptly.

"It's not so knew to me sorry, I've gotten used to it" I said, stifling a giggle.

"Well it's weird to me. Any ways what do you want with me, we've never met, but you seem to know me?" stated Mary in question.

"Well in the past you may remember me as Derek" I answered, really regretting saying my old name.

"No way! There's no way you are Derek, you are clearly a girl." said Mary abruptly.

"I was too Derek, I was born March 10th 1989, and your middle name is Anne" I said a little bit in anger.

"Oh my, it can't be! When you left you had a recent balded head by the buzzer, your hair is longer than mine now" Said Mary in disbelief.

"Well that's Gypsy magick a friend of mine was able to do for me, she changed me to 100% girl physical form" I said.

"OK! If your really Derek than, why did you/he give me this clown?" asked Mary testingaly.

"Because of my fear of clowns silly just like everyone of the family knows" I answered.

"Well what gave ‘you' the fear of clowns then" Mary asked further.

"Chucky, a creepy story from a babysitter, and the fact that they used to come alive when I wasn't around and move from spot to spot and haunt me in the night. I told you I hate talking about clowns, can you drop the mean questions now please" I replied angrily.

"No not yet, I want to know more" answered Mary.

"Well I think I have proved enough, you are really being a bad girl right now you know" I said.

"Well what are you going to do about that" asked Mary testing me.

"I will come over there and put you over my knee and teach you a lesson, that's what I will do, and I will make sure you mouth me off for the next week or more" I replied.

"Derek, that really is you" said Mary.

"No dah! It took you long enough, I always said you were to give the blond jokes a reason to flourish" I replied giggling.

"Ya! Like you would have been any different, eh" questioned Mary as I replied "True enough".

I then began hearing my name being called by Aleeda's daughter Brigit.

"I have to go now Mary, I'll try and talk later ok hun, now you take care" I said, with Mary quickly interrupting.

"That's it, I haven't seen you for days and all I get is a few minutes time with you" asked Mary rather hurt.

"Sorry hun, but I had things I have to do and now I am being called back, I don't want to hurt you" I said trying to calm Mary down.

"I have to go now, hun, I'll try to contact you around 9 ok hun, love ya" I continued as I rippled the image away from the water ending the present spell.

A stick snapped behind me, and Brigit was the cause of it, she entered my present domain from behind me, and heard only a few things from me.

"What was that Morwen?" asked Brigit, frightening me.

"I was just talking to my sister is all" I answered relentlessly.

"I thought you were supposed to have no contact with her" asked Brigit.

"Yes that is true, but I got home sick and to talk with her" I replied.

"Well it's ok with me, though I don't understand your witchy ways, I do respect them" stated Brigit.

I got up and put my stuff in the bag I carried them here in, it was a large carry on bag, with floral patterns on it, and two leather straps. Brigit and I walked back to camp together.

Brigit is tall with blond hair, really curly and medium wait. She was wearing Jean pants, and a pink and white striped T shirt, and pink sandals.

"Will this be between us Brigit?" I asked.

"Sure, but in time I will need a favor for this favor you know, Gypsy policy" she replied.

"No problem, just ask when needed" I answered.

 
Chapter 20

 
Brigit and I walked back into the reunion, as we continued the proceedings. I was coerced by Walter and the rest of the crowd to sing a song with the band and although I was hesitant I went along with it, I singing "Gypsy rover" sprucing it up a bit.

I had a long conversation with Mary that night, before anything too important came up.

"How did you know you were a girl, Derek?" asked Mary.

"For one thing Mary, please call me Morwen; for a second thing I just knew deep down inside when I was about 7 or 8 years old" I answered as I gave her the full description of that specific time.

"Why do you ask, Mary?" I asked.

"No reason, it's just, oh it's nothing you'll just think I am silly" answered Mary, seeming distressed as she began to change the subject.

"So how long has this witch thing been going on for, and being a gypsy?"

"Whole life mostly, but my gifts didn't come till I was in elementary school, I think, why?" I replied.

"Well sometimes, I don't know. I questioned mum about things like knowing things before they happened to mum, and she just said that I was just experiencing deja view" answered Mary.

"When was this?" I asked.

"I think I was around 9 or 10, I was getting scared and just asked her" answered Mary.

"Do you see it happening before it happens or do you feel it happening before it happens" I asked

"A little bit of both I think" answered Mary trying to think.

"Sounds like claravoyancy and foresight, I would have to do divination tests on you to make sure" I said.

"No way! I don't want to be hurt" replied Mary as she began to be frightened.

"I won't hurt you, I will just have to bring you here soon then to do it, if you can wait i was told I can bring you here in a month" I offered.

"Well if you promise not to hurt me I will think about it" replied Mary.

"Great, well I got to go again Mary. Love ya, talk tomorrow ok?" I asked.

"Sure! Anytime sis" replied Mary. With that I rippled the image again.

 
Chapter 21

 

The next morning I awoke around 7 in the morning. I dressed in a pink floral sun dress, with spaghetti straps, and my pink bra and panty set, with pink 3 inch sandles remembering to keep my necklace on. I also wore gold hoop earrings and my hair in pigtails in the back with a pink hair bind in each pigtail. I was to learn something fun today, Aleeda told me as we went into town with Walter.

We got to the parking lot at the general store, Walter got out telling us to be back in 10 minutes.

"Time to strip, hun" Aleeda said.

"What, why?" I asked frightened.

"To learn invisibility, sweety" answered Aleeda.

"Oh, Ok!" I answered not too frightened now as I began to undress myself.

I finished undressing and Aleeda took me rushingly out behind the store, "now say these words, while making sure to feel the need of being unseen" ordered Aleeda as she handed me a piece of paper.

 

Need of Great
I ask to thee
Sight unseen by those that monger
swift I move from place to place
in this current time and space
So bless it unto me

 
I read the incantation and began to feel hollow, and misty. Although Aleeda expected this she couldn't help but gasp. "Now it is time for you to enter the store" said Aleeda.

I entered the store, scared out of my wits and walked around for a few minutes even going up to the front of the counter as Nathan the boy form the other day ago was working the register. He never looked up, I thought he caught me as he flinched towards my direction, making my walk backwards tripping over a candy display. I then rushed out of there faster than a Jaguar on a hunt.

"That was quick!" said Aleeda, as she felt it was me.

"Can I please have the reversal spell now" I asked.

"Ok! Ok! Hold your horses" replied Aleeda as she rummaged around in her purse, extracting the piece of paper with the reversal spell.

"Here you go sweety, just do the opposite as you did the last time" Said Aleeda, as she handed me the reversal spell.

 

Need of Great
bring me in sight
I ask of thee
with all your might

 
I reappeared faster than becoming invisible. I was a little quiet the rest of the day. That night I talked some more with my sister.

"So how was your day?" asked Mary.

"Scary, I learned invisibility" I answered.

"Sounds fun to me" replied Mary.

"Well I felt like I was streaking" I replied.

"Why is that?" asked Mary.

"I was nude, that's why" I answered.

"Oh ok, well I was wondering if I could tell you something, I just hope you won't hate me?" asked Mary.

"I'll try to not hold judgement, what's the question hun?" I replied.

"Well I think I , well I might be like, oh this is hard to say" replied Mary, distressed again.

"My ears are open Mary, and my heart is hear for you, what is the problem?" I asked concerned.

"Well since I was young, I must have been maybe 9, I thought I may be well boyish. I just never felt like a girl" Replied Mary.

"So what are you saying Mary, I have a theory but I want to not make a false judgement" I said.

"Well I think I may be a..." replied Mary.

 
To be continued...

Synopsis: Derek a very bright young man, is a very unique individual. Who happens to possess extraordinary abilities, from family genetics. But the most unique thing about him is that he is a transgender girl, and happens to be a Witch and a Gypsy and the first Witch and Gypsy in her family tree in several hundreds of years. As soon as one problem occurs and is nearly fixed another comes Derek's now Morwen's way.

Author's Note: Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this.

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Chapter 22
 
 
I laid awake in bed recalling what Mary had told me, it was my job to protect and be there for her and I was in too much of a self pity state over the years that I had given up on her and turned my anger towards her, and all that did was make me do to her as mum had always done to me. Nearly all my life I had known that inside I was this girl trapped in the binds of a testosterone filled physical existence, unjustly chained like a Titan in Tartarus. I should have known this, but I didn't or I didn't want to notice that I wasn't the only one that needed help. Mary needs it just as much as I do but how do I, when can I, and do I have it in me to give her as I had been given just in reverse.

The words Mary had said to me kept pounding in my head like a sludge-hammer.

"Well I think I may be a...boy, inside that is like you inside are a girl or something like that" said Mary very confused.

Everything seemed cloudy and fuzzy, I was in a train of thought thinking about the years that went by, the times I should have noticed or realized, what was going on with her, it makes sense I was the passive one she was the aggressive one, I was more domestic she was sporty, I was refined and she was too open. She never even took to well when I told her to act like a proper young lady, and sometimes would growl at me if I said so to her.

I fell asleep thinking about so much around 4 in the morning only to be awaken at 7 to get ready for some more lessons luckily this lesson is to be something that I would use many times in my life. I dressed in a jean skirt that came just an inch above my knees, and a white tank top, and pumps that had a two inch heal, the tank top showing off the white strap of my white bra that matched my panties underneath. My hair was tied in a ponytail and bangs brushed and curled in front with a center parting on the top of my head. My red hair highlighting my very features, as I lightly coated makeup on my face, to face my next lesson this time being ready just in case I had yet another run-in with Nathan, I wasn't thinking to much about him but something inside of me kept him in my thoughts even with all the other things I was thinking about.

"Well it's about time girl, I was beginning to think you would be in there all day" Said Aleeda as I entered the woods.

"Well I was getting ready as fast as I could, I have to look my best" I said sheepishly.

"Yes, but a little underdressed for the woods sweety, this isn't the city you know" replied Aleeda.

"Sorry should I go back and change, it is awfully hot out I could just put on a bikini" I said sarcastically.

" Don't give me lip, young lady your fine for now come on time for your lesson" replied Aleeda.

She handed me a big book, with brown leather and roughed paper on the sides, the first page when opened read "Lillian's Grimoure of Magical Levels for Witches" It was dated 1869.

"I felt I had to give this to you, It was my Great-Great Grandmothers, passed through waiting for its use again" said Aleeda a little tear stricken.

"I can't practice the craft myself except the simple stuff, you've already mastered everything I have and then some on your own. This book will grow as you grow allowing you to see things in it others can't and it will keep you safe, when it comes to the next lesson it will appear in the book, its way of safety for you. I can only see 10 spells in there myself, but they are low 2nd level ones and only a couple of 3rd level ones, I will be here as an observer to you and your helper to teach you" continued Aleeda, wiping a tear from her eye.

"Thank you, Aleeda its wonderful" I said a little dumbfounded, excited and hardly tired at the moment. I walked closer to Aleeda and hugged her like a tube of toothpaste.

"Now lets see what your lesson for today shall we" said Aleeda breaking up our hug.

I opened the book untiing the sash that bound the front and back covers closed. I had to flip through 30 spells in that book to come to were I was now, the newest shown page.

To Will a Dryad

Power of wood and earth
Bound in form of the trees
Roots of wrath underneath
Do as I command
Abound within the land
I so bind your will
My power controls your element
In this proper sentimate

A tree began to move its roots moved under itself, the earth breaking against its weight as it shook itself free and planted itself among the ground as if prepared to use its roots as its feet. The oak was, alive in all aspects. Aleeda could not hear the Dryad that resided in it but I could.

Aleeda stood in shock, she suspected I would bring a human form being out of a tree but this was bigger.

"How may I serve thee" asked the Dryad worshiply.

"Um" I said freaked out myself, with astonishment of fascination.

"A beginner I see, well if you shall command of me I shall move to another location" said the Dryad with a helpful tone.

"Um, Um yes make your settle at the foot of the creek over there please" I said.

"I cannot comply without your meaning and without the magical word enchantress" replied the Dryad.

"Oh! I command you Dryad settle at the foot of the creek please" I said with more emphasis and rulership.

"So it shall be enchantress, as you command" complied the Dryad, as it moved stitching itself as it moved in the ground digging and pulling at the earth until it reached a perfect spot at the foot of the creek.

"Settle there and be at rest, I command you" I said to the Dryad as it dug itself in the very earth resting itself on spot as it stood looking magnificent by the creek and it went back to sleep after its final digging placement.

I then closed the book and tied the sash. I returned Aleeda from her shock with a few snaps of my fingers to her face to liven her up yet again.

We returned to the park, Aleeda returning to the RV in a state of shock. I was about to enter with her, as Brigit came up to me stopping me in my tracks.

"Morwen, wait up girl" yelled Brigit.

"Huh, oh hi Brigit what would you like?" I asked.

"I need a favor" answered Brigit.

"Ok, no problem what's the favor?" I asked.

"I need something to help my boyfriend I met in town" asked Brigit continuing with "Well it will help both of us."

I looked at the red faced Brigit, not understanding her question, or at least the meaning behind it. I then asked her "What is it that will help him and you?"

"Well, I need something to get him to last longer during our intimate times" Brigit replied sheepishly, giving me the do I have to explain more look.

"Oh! A potency potion, sure I got that come inside it'll only take an hour and we can talk while I whip one up in a Jiffy" I said.

I set my pot on the stove and flipped the burner on. I added a little this and that to the infusion before adding the rose pedal, apple juice, and mushrooms to my potion. When the pinkish glow faded from above the potion into it I blessed it while taking a turkey baster and put it in a smaller bottle, well pickling jar. I took a label out of the drawer, put it on the bottle, and wrote on it in Gothic calligraphy lettering "Potency potion" and all its tiny instructions, hazards etc.

"On the house" I said jokingly, as I handed it to Brigit.

"Thanks, Morwen your a life saver" Said Brigit, as she hugged me.

"Hope you enjoy it" I said giggling, which made Brigit a little red faced.

"How is it that you know how to make a potion like this so easily any ways" asked Brigit.

"Oh, well I once used it to get mum happy once by slipping it in Richard's tea one morning before going to school" I answered.

"Well as long as it works, I'm happy, maybe one day you will have need of it too" replied Brigit as she left, which got me a little starry eyed thinking about it.

Chapter 23

Mary and I had been staying in complete contact for the last month in a half, we even began pitching names for her to go by for when I can change her into himself, it turns out she is more of a name grubber than I was. Aleeda had said that she can come up and visit me however I would need to have someone with her. I was told it was a surprise, and that I would find out who it was by Saturday when the two of them would show up.

The week seemed like an eternity, I nearly cast a time speeding spell, but it was too risky to even try just yet. That day the clouds were blue with cotton clouds above me speeding and clashing into one another every other minute. It was sunny and mild not too hot and not too cold.

I felt like today was special and wanted to look my best, wearing my pink sun dress that came to 2 inches below my knees, and my pink strappy sandles with 3 inch heals. My hair was done up in pigtails again, I wore like usual my pendant, and matching aquamarine dangle earrings. My nails were painted pink on both my fingers and toes. I had a pretty charm bracelet I wore, and my makeup was done up fabulously, with both lipstick and gloss to match my dress.

I took to my studies waiting for them. Mary and her escort came up with a red car that had tinted windows, around 2 in the afternoon. Mary got out on her own, and I ran to her and hugged her like mad even kissing her very cheeks.

"Ewww, you got that gloss stuff on me" remarked Mary.

"Sorry Mary" I replied taking out my lacy hanky out of my purse, dabbing a little on my tongue and whipping it off her face as best I could.

"Uh, hum" I heard behind me.

I turned quickly nearly fainting at the very sight of my father.

"Dad...Daddy" I said in surprisement.

‘Yes son its me, so I guess it's true then or at least some of it" replied dad.

"I...I don't think son is the right statement dad" interrupted Mary.

"Well true, but there hasn't been any surgery yet has there?" asked dad.

"No not that I would ever need any" I answered with a hint a truth.

"What do you mean by that Derek?" asked my dad.

"Well I am not going to show you that would be like sick, but you'll be surprised what a little magick can do" I replied.

I explained to dad what was going on some if not most bounced right off his head.

"Well Derek it definitely seems like you've had quiet an adventure" said my dad eventually.

"Yes, you could say that" I replied.

"Well how about we go into that quaint town we drove through getting here and get an ice cream at that parlor we drove past" offered dad.

"Sure" replied Mary and I in unison.

We packed ourselves in the car, and drove off into the little town I began to grow fond of. On the way I made dad promise to use feminine pronouns when referring to me and use the name Morwen instead of Derek, which he abided to.

We pulled into "Jack's Ice Cream Parlor" parking lot outside the parlor.

I got out gracefully without any help, I swear where did chivalry go anyway. And grabbed my purse off the seat. We entered the parlor and took a seat. A waiter came over to our table and began to take our orders.

The waiter was nice looking about 5'9" blond haired, with a grand smile, and his eyes were magnificently brown.

"May I take your orders?!" asked the waiter politely.

"Yes, I will have a vanilla cone" answered my dad.

"Ok, what about you girls?!" continued the waiter.

"I will have the strawberry sundae" I answered.

"I will have a chocolate cone" answered Mary sternly.

"Right away all, I will be back in a few minutes with your orders" replied the waiter, as he blinked right at me with a sparkle in the other eye.

We sat and talked for about 10 minutes before our orders were being brought to us, as the waiter had slipped on a wet spot on the floor. The ice cream dumped and fell all over, much of it on him. I got up and helped him up, as Nathan walked in the door.

"Are you ok?" I asked the waiter.

"Yes thanks just a bruised ego I think" answered the waiter.

"You'll going to need to get cleaned up or someone going to think you came from a dairy farm" I said with a slight giggle and chuckled laugh.

"Ya, I think your right thanks, my name is William, what's yours?" asked William.

"Mor..." I answered before being interrupted.

"Her name is Morwen, and she's mine so back off" interrupted Nathan.

"Hey nothing is going on here, I was just being friendly..." continued William.

"Well now that your done, go back to work, and leave her alone" interrupted Nathan again.

William went back to work without much more drama. Dad invited Nathan to sit with us and another 20 minutes our ice-cream was brought back to us with no charge.

We ate our ice cream and talked during our ice cream. Dad seemed to grow found of Nathan, but I couldn't help but feel angry with Nathan's behavior, and sorry for poor William. We left the shop and I got angry with Nathan as we walked to the car.

"You had no right" I said.

"No right, I had every right to protect you, that boy only has one thing in mind" replied Nathan.

"Your just being a silly man, he was grateful for me helping him up is all" I replied.

"Well I had to protect you from a guy like him" said Nathan

"Well all you did was manage to embarrass me is all" I replied, with moistening eyes.

Nathan now seemed hurt and angry, but wanted to console me. He tried to wrap his arms around me but I shrug him off and hopped in the back of the car and shut the door.

"Just leave me alone" I yelled a him as we began to drive off.

Chapter 24

I was upset for the next few days my time with dad and Mary seemed bleak, as I sobbed much of the time. Dad seemed to be spending a lot of time with Aleeda, and Mary spent much of the time in the woods, with a bunch of boys.

Mary and I finally spent some time together as I finally began the divination to find out if Mary was like me in the magical department. I brought out a bowl and brought my Athame, it was a beautiful stainless steal with Gaelic symbols all over it very pretty, with my name wrote it Theban alphabet, but Gaelic wording. Along I brought my few books and of course several containers of my herbs.

I took some creek water into the bowl, and added several things such as mandragora, thyme, rosemary, hemlock root and a little cannabis smoke. Next I took Mary's hand into mine depositing her finger from her clenched fist she had out of fear and took my Athame, and was about to prick her index finger on her right hand as she pulled back.

"I thought you said this wouldn't hurt me, that you wouldn't hurt me" yelled Mary out of fear.

"This takes a little bit of your blood, so don't be such a baby, it'll only sting for a few minutes and then if you have powers you will probably heal a small wound like that in no more than 4 minutes like I do" I replied.

It took several minutes for Mary to sacrifice her finger, with several declarations that she would be ok. The blood dripped showing thunderous clouds in the bowl of creek water and herbal mixtures. The sparks started to repel from the bowl upright into the air, with red metallic lightning. Mary raised her hand out of fear to protect herself only to get more frightened as she looked at her hands that revealed a silver glow on the palms of her hands that reveled the triple smite, declaring her definite status as a witch or I suppose I should say wizard.

In shock after several minutes my little sister who is to become my brother in time asked "Can you teach me Morwen."

"It will be my pleasure, Mary you can borrow my books to study from for now except for right now my nesest one it was a present, hope you can understand" I replied in excitement.

"What kind of powers do I have though, at least at the moment?" asked Mary.

I stared into the bowl, and listened profusely. The voices telling me by verse the very arrangement of power within my youngest sibling.

Prometheus reigns in this soul
Foresight and knowledge
conquer with glee
Life so tortured brings in view
Power grand only subdued
He in time may split in two
conquer objection and start life anew
brings forth the powers as was dew

"It if I am right means you have foresight and the rest of the powers of Prometheus will come to you during and so forth teachings, learning, and gaining knowledge" I answered.

"What is foresight?" asked Mary.

"Sight before its action, seeing through time" I answered.

I continued our lessons for a couple of hours. We got up as I continued by saying "want to learn something fun?"

"Sure what is it, you've got me excited?" responded Mary.

We walked over to two trees, I said "grab my hand and follow me" and we walked through the center of the two trees, as if it was an arch to another world.

We after walking through the trees, ended up in the back parking lot of the general store in town. I was hoping that Nathan wasn't working today, but as it so happens he was working but was out collecting inventory at wholesalers. Mary and I than entered the shop, together.

We got about 15 journals, and some necessities for Mary to begin her studies and life as a magically inclined Wizard. It all cost more than a thousand dollars so I excused myself for the time being and did something to help her, it was a little idea that Brigit gave to me and I raised it's imagination with magick. I duplicated the amount of money that was in my wallet that was in my purse about 5 times.

Be it like this
times it thrice
cloning embarked
for a useful art

I went back in and paid the amount in full. Nathan's dad stopped me as I was leaving. He said "Are you Morwen?"

"Yes" I replied.

"If you go down the street Nathan is there and I know he has been dying to apologize to you properly, he misses you a great deal, the poor boy hardly eats anything these days, since your little spat" he replied.

"Sure I will go and see him. Have a good day sir" I said as Mary and I left the store.

"Can you help me carry this stuff sis, its really heavy you know" asked Mary.

"Be a man will you, and carry it or do what I do and levitate it behind you" I replied.

"How do I do that?" asked Mary.

"Make up a chant/rhyme strict your energy towards it, mean your need, and add command, and don't forget to visualize it. It's that simple silly" I remarked, a little upset by Nathan's dad.

I felt bad then that I was projecting my anger at Mary, and apologized and taught her something else she can do instead. Focus on the luggage and a safe place to tell it to go. Repeat this three times then add the destination for shipping.

Luggage of grand
here in land
take to there
I so command

The creek
I enchant
under mine command

The luggage disappeared and we set off to the wholesaler across the street to deal with Nathan. I felt faint when I saw him and we argued for what seemed like hours, and then we kissed and made up.

"Morwen, would you like to go out tomorrow, say at lunch for a picnic in the park" asked Nathan.

"I would love that Nathan, I will see you at the creek by the big oak tree" I replied.

"Sure, great see you tomorrow"Nathan replied in eagerness as Mary and I began to leave. Nathan stopped me just before I opened the door pulled me close to him, before I had time to react he stole a kiss and it felt like an eternity had gone bye. The electricity thrusting throughout my body made me unaware of anything, as the lights were flickering and waving back and forth in the warehouse ceilings. Mary was getting scared, and pulled us apart and we left in a jiff, she explained why she did that and I hoped no one realized it was me.

That night I had an amazing dream we were together as lovers were I was in the most beautiful lavender lingerie. We were a very intimate couple in the bed, and then the next thing I remember my dream is cut short but no I wasn't waking up, everything in color went red and I see me giving birth to a baby girl, with a man whose face is fuzzy and unseeable. It skips ahead several years and I am in a wheelchair and this girl comes up to me and I knew her as my daughter the ver one I would give birth to crouch down and place her hands on me, pulling me from the chair after what I think was her healing me.

I awoke in a sweat from this, I just had a prophecy but who is it that I will consummate with that will be this child's father, I was torn and did what I could to get back to sleep to hopefully see more.

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To Be Continued...

Synopsis: Derek a very bright young man, is a very unique individual. Who happens to possess extraordinary abilities, from family genetics. But the most unique thing about him is that he is a transgender girl, and happens to be a Witch and a Gypsy and the first Witch and Gypsy in her family tree in several hundreds of years. As soon as one problem occurs and is nearly fixed another comes Derek's now Morwen's way.

Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this.

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Chapter 25
 
I awoke the following morning and blinked my eyes as I stretched and yawned. I was feeling really girly girlish this morning and the mood struck me! Pink! I rummaged through my dresser and pulled out my matching pair of pink satin comfort bra and hi-cut panties. I always loved how satin lingerie felt - deliciously sinful! As I finished pulling my panty up, I caught sight of my pink blouse hanging in my closet. Off the hangar it went, and I pulled it on over me. It had loose sleeves at the cuffs of my wrists and was of a similar satiny cotton material. I selected a black skirt that went to just below my knees and black stockings.

I finally found the right low cut 3 inch black heels from my collection. I lost myself in thought as I found myself contrasting my bright pink nails against the blackness of my shoes as I ran my nails slowly across the outside of it in a daze.. My pendant, which was magically embedded into my skin (and ribcage bone!) was peeking through between the mediocre cleavage I contained within the blouse. It's almost as if the pendant truly wanted itself shown off to the world! Heck, I wasn't so sure it wasn't manipulating my thoughts for that very purpose!

I hmmph'd and left the pendant alone. I pulled out my dangly pearl earrings and slid one into each ear and watched them in the mirror as I adjusted them to hang evenly. In almost no time, I had applied a light touching of makeup and stood admiring myself in the mirror. This feat of womanhood took many hours of practice to reach this level of achievement. I was getting really good at it too, if I say so myself!

I then brushed my hair out as I was normally doing, with a center parting and tying the rest of my hair behind my head with a cute pink hair tie. This was how I had been doing my hair ever since the first day that I became Morwen. It emphasized my bangs framing my face and the two thin braids of hair I kept on each side in front of my ears. It suited me very well!

After a spritz of perfume, I felt complete. I really felt more mature as a woman after last night. I realized that there had to be a reason as to why all of this was happening to me. I may not know the why, but I knew that I would have to strengthen myself and use what time I had left to make a better future for the daughter I would have in that prophecy. I still was very uneasy with it. I mean, *sigh* … it's like my future isn't even really my own. Could I deviate from what the prophecy said would happen if I really wanted to? Would the magic from the pendant stop me? Or would some higher magic intervene and compel me to go through the actions needed for the prophecy to come true? I really needed to talk with Aleeda about this. I really wanted to know whether or not if I had a choice in this matter.
 
 
Once I had entered the kitchen, I figured that I would I would surprise everyone with breakfast. I put on some eggs and toast - it was simple enough and it helped to keep my mind off of my now destined future. Uggh! Don't you just hate it when you know everything that will ever happen in your life? That was just a joy to know! NOT! I was concentrating so deeply on the eggs cooking that I had failed to notice Mary/Mark behind me, sitting at the table. She startled the bejeezus out of me when I turned around carrying the plate of food to the table! *Heart thumping loudly!* I almost spilled the plate! I gathered my breath from being scared! Whew! I'm ok! I watched her grin with a "What did I do look?" on her face as I then proceeded, more cautiously, to set the plate down.

"Goodness Mary! You startled me!" I breathed out as I was pulling the glasses down from the cupboard.

"I'm sorry Morwen, but honestly, I was just sitting here. Good Morning to you too!" she smiled as I set the glasses down for each person. "But I do have a personal request for you."

"Oh?" I questioned, pausing.

Mary/Mark gathered her courage and in a much softer voice asked, "Would you mind so terribly if you would just call me Mark? I'm not trying to be picky or intimate that you were hurting me. Just… that's who I am, now."

"I'm so sorry… Mark. I've been waiting for you to finally pick a name to go with the man you are going to become. I was wondering what you would want to be called, just, I stuck with what I knew, until you would mention to me otherwise."

Mark replied, "No harm done. I decided last night. It's quiet fitting of me, don't you think?"

I nodded. "You look very much like a Mark to me, and handsome to boot!"

I swear I could see Mark blushing! He hid his face inside his hands and I could see him try to stop from laughing. Mark stifled his embarrassment and was about to say something, when we were interrupted by dad and Aleeda - coming out of Aleeda's bedroom!

"Oh my gosh!" I thought, "The last time I had seen dad with anyone was when I was 3 or 4, and that was when dad and mum was still together!"

And they came out together… holding one another.

Wow!

"Good morning" greeted Aleeda as they came to the table, laughing inside at the site of Mark and I.

Mark and I stood in disbelief for another 15 seconds or more, as I finally regained my composure.

"Good morning. Did you have a good night?" I replied trying not to think about them doing the dirty, and trying not to giggle.

"Oh we had just a great time, Morwen thanks for asking" replied Aleeda, a little embarrassed yet prideful of the newly past event that was still in her mind at the present.

I passed Aleeda and dad their plates and nudged Mark back to reality. I retrieved my plate and sat down, though we were cramped at the table it was cozy it felt like a real family dinner for the first time than even I could remember, we even talked with each other.

"So what do you two have plans for today?" asked Dad.

"I have a date at lunch today" I replied.

"I'm going fishing" replied Mark.

"That sounds good Mary" replied dad, as he has yet to find out about Mark.

"Who with Morwen?" asked Aleeda.

"Nathan" I replied excitedly.

"A fine young man he is, he will do you well" replied dad.

"We have to talk about him Morwen, there is something you should know" replied Aleeda,, a little nervously.

We finished breakfast a little while after as we then sat almost in quiet, when Aleeda rushed me outside. The sky was blue in some areas but grey in others as I noticed it I wished it wouldn't rain on my picnic today. It may be a little vain, but I didn't want a ruined real first date. Aleeda and I walked into the woods, and sat at the spot I would have my picnic today.

"Morwen there is something you should know about Nathan, its nothing totally bad but it will make you have to think over your relationship with him" stated Aleeda.

"What is it, I think I can handle what ever it is" I asked.

"Do you know the differences among Mortals and Witches?" asked Aleeda.

"Of course, Mortals don't have powers, but Witches do" I replied.

"Somewhat true yes, Mortals don't have magical powers but they may possess esp, Witches may possess any powers" replied Aleeda.

"Okay, but what has this to do with Nathan?" I asked.

"Sweety I don't like to have to tell you this, but along time ago it was made law that if a Mortal and a Witch consummate than the Witch may loose her powers unless both are pure of heart, and neither betray the other. Otherwise the Witch will loose her powers and the Mortal will become a Warlock" replied Aleeda.

I was scared when she told me this, but I needed to know more. I than asked "What about Wizards?"

"A Wizard may consummate with a Mortal only during an eclipse" replied Aleeda.
 
 
I felt angry and jealous at that Mark could consummate with anyone so chooses while I have to watch out or risk becoming Mortal, defenseless. Aleeda and I left back to the RV, we hardly talked and I went inside to make my picnic. I had a daughter to think about, but I had this glow inside of myself I could feel for Nathan. I wasn't sure what to do. Maybe just maybe there is a way I could get around it like Mark could.

I set off to the creek in the forest with our lunch and picnic, after redoing my makeup as I had a little downtime, in my room crying thinking about this law that I would have to wrestle with the thought of.

I sat the blanket down, and set up the picnic I was just lighting the candle when Nathan crept up behind me and startled me.

‘Hi Morwen, don't you look stunning" complimented Nathan as he sat down across from me.

I looked into his eyes seeing a sparkle as he fixated on my face, he wasn't looking anywhere else. I thought he was going to steal yet another kiss, but it didn't happen as he surprised me by reaching over and grabbing a carrot stick. I payed attention to his face its muscular face for a teen boy, with noticeable stash and some fuzz on his chin. His eyes peered into my very soul I felt, just as he felt the same way about my eyes.
 
 
The leaves of the old oak bristled in the wind creating a beautiful melody of musical rhythm. The sky was grayer than it had been earlier that morning. We fed each other after Nathan had moved next to me, and we shared lemonade in wine goblets. We ate some sandwiches I had made, peanut butter and Jam. We talked for an hour that seemed like days, sharing most of everything with each other. I felt there was still something that he wasn't telling me, just as I had things I wasn't telling him, but at the moment I didn't care too much. I was fixated on his eyes his face his smile. I wanted to read his mind but somehow I couldn't, it was like the love between us was shielding my telepathy from his mind.

He stole a kiss while I was fixated on him, startling me with the most unbelievable feeling of peace, contentment, and excitement. The world around me stood still for the seconds of bliss that filled me making it seem like an eternal happiness. I was lost in this trance, I didn't want to escape, it was like a pull for more of this feeling. It was addicting, exciting, and just greatness I can't describe.

Nathan must have broken the kiss, I hardly felt anything like relaxed I pulled him to me this time and kissed him with everything I had in me. Nathan rummaged his hands through my hair behind my neck continuing down my back. He felt my hips holding me close not allowing me to escape as his hands tried to get further downwards. I caught it, I don't know how as I was engrossed in this action, I broke the kiss up and said the first thing that came to mind as my mind was foggy.

"Not yet, I want to save it for marriage" I said a little lonely of breaking it up after slapping his hands away from the attempt at heaving up my skirt.

‘What ever you like Morwen, I am sorry if I hurt you, I will wait till whenever you say it alright" replied Nathan lovenly yet a little hurt by the hold back.

I kissed him once more quickly, breaking it up when the rain began to fall on top of us. Nathan helped me quickly to pack up the picnic, he didn't care about his health and just said he would make sure I was safe and out of the rain. He walked me back to the park, I squealed my way to the trailer out of the rain, we stood outside of the RV as we embraced in yet another kiss.

Nathan and I were both sopping wet, my hair was looking like a red wet mop, in need of draining. I invited Nathan in the trailer, which he excepted. Aleeda, dad, and Mark were waiting for us, they tried to hide it but it wasn't like I didn't realize they were watching and listening to our show of affection.

Dad took him home when the storm cleared, that night I couldn't help but think how I wanted to give myself to him right in the woods. I fell asleep in a long night dream, that left me wanting more as the sun shown upon my face the following morning, pulling the pillow close to my face trying to hide the beating light, that alarmed my eyes to wake up and great the day.
 
Chapter 26
 
The following Monday, Mark and I went to the town park, as he wanted to watch the baseball game going on. Boys and sports I don't understand it. I shouldn't have agreed to it as he wasn't paying any attention to the lesson.

"Now pay attention Mark, this isn't as easy as it seems for beginners, it is very difficult" I said as I nudged Mark in the right shoulder.

"Wha..., what? Oh what was the question?" replied Mark.

"Pay attention, gees, now levitate the feather, by staring at it Mark its simple, just tell the feather with your mind that you want it to rise in the air, visualize it and send it the message" I replied.

Mark starred at the feather, for a couple of minutes, it began to shake and then rose in the air about 2 maybe 3 centimetres. It hovered for a couple of seconds than as Mark's concentration was broken, the feather stopped levitating floating gently back down to the ground.

"That was good Mark, you'll only get better at that in time trust me. What broke the concentration though?" I asked.

"I don't know I felt funny, and heard something" Mark replied.

"Well hopefully it was just your imagination" I replied as I started to look around hoping that no one saw our little demonstration.

We packed up and began to leave, Nathan came up to us.

"Hi Morwen, Mark, how are you two doing today, I saw you's over here and thought of coming over to see if you two wanted to do anything" said Nathan.

"Hi Nathan, thanks but we got to be getting back" replied Mark, for us before I could give into his idea.

I was feeling funny, the pit of my stomach ached, my senses enhightened, I sensed danger. I said "Tomorrow" to Nathan and grabbed, Mark and ran.

"Morwen what's wrong?" asked Mark.

"Not sure but I know we have to run and run now so come on and keep up with me " I replied in vast worry and haste.
 
 
We reached a crossing at the lights and I wasn't in good patience I aimed my sight at the lights at its very shine, and chanted three times in hasty verbalization.

Fire
Water
Earth and Air
Change these Lights
So I may bere

I forcefully glared at the lights and then blinked once to cast my spell. The lights changed the very moment my eyes opened. I pulled Mark in a rush across the street.

Somehow I lost the stronghold over him, as he remained over just off the crosswalk. I heard a "Watch Out!", as I felt been thrown in the air with a huge throbbing in my gut and chest. I hit the pavement, as the last thing I remembered was hitting my head on the road, and saw nothing but darkness.
 
 
While I remained in unconsciousness, Mark had run to my aid.

"Morwen, Morwen wake up" yelled Mark worriedly trying to awaken me out of consciousness.

The driver had gotten out of the truck hesitantly. The truck was old like from the 60's, white, looked like Uncle Jesse's truck from ‘The Dukes of Hazard'. This man was in maybe his mid 40's with dark brown hair and los of facial hair, looking like a lumberjack with his plaid shirt and jeans. He had dark rim glasses which if my eyes had been open and I had been conscious would have blinded me to no end as they glimmered from the sunlight as he helped Mark put me in the back of his truck.

The driver was going far past the speed limit, he knew many back roads to get to the hospital quicker, though it was bumpy, my comfort was the last on there minds, my life was there first priority. Mark kept me head in his lap, he was holding a cloth to my forehead, trying to stop too much blood from escaping from my head.

The back roads ended, and we hit the road going towards Ottawa, going 160 in a 120 speed limit was risky and came to a halt within minutes of traveling up the road. The sirens alarmed the driver to pull to the curb and stop to await the typical routine, a traffic cop loves to play.

The cop got out of his cruiser, and proceeded towards the truck when he spotted Mark holding me with the blood stained cloth to my forehead. The officer ran to my aid.

"What happened here, young lady" asked the officer.

Mark didn't care at the moment of the officers use of ‘young lady', as he replied "Help Morwen is hurt, we got to get her to the hospital".

The officer nodded, and went to the front, he talked with the driver for maybe a few seconds.

"Follow me I will escort you, we can get there much faster escorted with my siren EH" said the officer as he departed to his cruiser.

The officer called in his siren, and mission.

"We got one teenage girl, hit by white Ford -Pickup, unconscious, sever cut on forehead from impact to ground, escorting driver of accident with victim to Queensway-Carlton Hospital corner of route 416 and 417, activate siren under code 441776"

There was a small reply and the siren began to blare, followed by the screeching of the cop cruiser tires. The escorting began as every driver pulled to the curb to allow is to pass. It took but 10 minutes to get there, pulling at the emergency entrance doors.

I was rushed in, placed on a Gurney, and rushed to ICU. Mark was told to stay behind as the officer would need to take a statement from him and the driver that hit me and helped to rush me to the hospital.
 
Chapter 27
 
I still laid unconscious. It had been about 9 hours since I first got to the hospital. Mark was sitting in the waiting room waiting for Mum and Richard to get here. Dad and Aleeda had already been waiting the last 6 hours, and dad was the most fidgety. Dad and Aleeda both were by my bedside.

In the entrance to reception, you could hear mum and Richard come in, as they were arguing.

"I don't want to stay very long, I shouldn't even be here" said Richard.

"That is my son in there and I am going to be there for him" replied my mum.

Mark heard that, and arose out of his seat. Walking over to them in a huff, and very protective mood.

"That is not your son in there, that is your daughter" Yelled Mark, loud enough to awaken the dead.

"Mary, your not playing along with his sissy game to are you" replied Richard, rudely.

Mark glared at him with darts in his eyes, "It is no game, you stupid bigot".

Richards face went red, and he opened his mouth ready to strike with something even more venomous to put into words but held back.

"Now her name is Morwen, if you can't except it then leave now" continued Mark.

"I will try" replied Mum.

"I will be come along" replied Richard.

Mark stared at Richard at that to give him only one warning. They then left the waiting room and headed to my stay room 328.
 
 
Dad was holding my left hand and Aleeda was holding my right hand sitting on either side of me as Mum, Richard and Mark entered my room.

Dad and Aleeda got up and left giving them some room to be with me, going to the cafeteria.

Mum came to standing at the foot of my bed and tried to see me, but all she could see was a stranger.

"That is not my son!" mum kept repeating about a half a dozen times before breaking down into tears.

"You are right mum, that is your daughter not your son" replied Mark.

It took several minutes for mum to compose herself, and took a seat on the left of me.

"I will leave to let you's be while I go get a coffee at Tim Hortons" said Richard as he left.
 
 
Mum and Mark were at my sides. Mum was beginning to look at fertile area, and was pondering to ask a rather unique question she thought she would never have to ask.

"Does he still have his penis" asked mum.

"Not that I know mum, she doesn't tell me those things, she is rather a big prude when it comes to her body" answered Mark.

"Well he blossomed well in the chest for his age" replied mum.

"Thankfully you turned out normal, I just don't know where I went wrong with Derek" continued mum.

The room began to shake, and most of everything in it. The unshaded windows showed the sky turn a dark almost black grey. Thunder and lightning to the viciously attacked the ground from the sky and vise versa.

Mum and Mark looked out the window in complete fear and awe. Suddenly Mark caught the reflection from the chair he had been sitting in, in the window. Turning around tapping mum on the shoulder, my brother had caught site of the brother he once new.

In plain sight was the old me, darned up in a black robe, with a staff that stood from the ground to a foot above his head. Derek stood up from the chair.

"So you wonder were you went wrong with me do you, Mortal?" asked Derek rather rudely.

"Um, yes but I thought she was you, you were her" replied mum rather confused.

"Well if you have to know, I was just created, from her inner demons and a rather nice daemon from the underworld, to balance out the world as chaos does to and with any extremely powerful witches, wizards etc" replied Derek.

Mark was bound to do something I had showed her once but warned her before of how dangerous it is. He stood balanced out arms at sides curling the elbows in front.

Electrica Foresa
Electrica Trapa

Mark then proceeded to turn the elbows swiftly indicating Derek as the target. Derek was clever as he had the same powers I do, as he shares them, in a sense shares the style amount etc. Derek raised his staff blocking the spell, saying the following words.

Spheris Reflectica
Electicait Embarko

Mark became encased in the very spell he set up for Derek to be trapped in. The Electrical sphere all around Mark blocking any movement, and any magical retraction. Derek levitated Mark 3 feet in the air, and completed it with another spell, "Levitato placentemo" keeping the levitation as is without the need for concentration.

Richard walked in, and Derek took one look at what he considered a pitiful excuse for a Mortal.

"What the hell is going on here?" demanded Richard.

"Your worst nightmare" replied Derek.

Richard didn't understand what was going on. He began to look round and noticed Mark inside of a levitating spheric cage that was noticeably made out of electricity of some kind. Richards blood ran cold from fear, as he didn't know what to make of it but felt he may have stepped in a moment to soon, as he may be a victim of what ever was possible out of this familiar face that was standing before him. It was then that Richard really noticed who or what this villain was, ‘it's Derek' was all he could think along with ‘how is this possible he is in the bed as a she, but he is also he standing infront of me'. Richards head started to spin trying to open his mouth, without much ability to do so, as he was far to frazzled and his head began to spin making him feel nearly faint.

"What's the matter Richard cat got your tongue? That filthy venomous tongue of yours should be on a snake, if you ask me!" continued Derek grinning mischievously.

Richard noticed the smirk and the hint of sarcasm, he tried to recall Derek being this way before, and only remembered the good nature, respect and maturity. Richard realized that this isn't Derek, at least not the inner Derek he remembered, this person or thing was something different, wrong, evil just couldn't figure it out.

Richard felt he may be able to speak, and asked a question.

"What do you want?" asked Richard scared yet demandingly.

Derek's eyes got wide, the blackness of them shown flame, he grabbed hold of his staff tighter and tilted it to lock the channeling of Richard in proper cast. The top of the staff reaching outfront of Derek pointing directly at Richard as if waiting a charge from a spear, the energy of black and red escaping the staff on command embodying around Richard controlling his very physical actions very painfully as it forced him to crouch down tightening the very muscles as it did so.

"Don't you ever talk to me like that, who do you think I am? I am your superior Mortal, now bow" replied Derek in demanding anger.

"I want you and everyone else to penance for my forgiveness, and then some you filthy Mortal" continued Derek and he let out a devilish chuckle and a horrible grin.

"What are you going to do with me?" asked Richard whose eyes were starting to soften from his tears out of pain and fear.

"Plenty to be concerned about" replied Derek, with that hateful mischievous grin.

My hand began to flinch, my fingers I tried to move. My eyes flickered. I heard little, but enough to know I had to wake up, I tried and tried moaning and groaning along the way.

‘She is waking up so it is time to go" announced Derek as he noticed my movements and hearing my sounds.

He called mum next to Richard and pointed his staff at them yet again. Mum and Richard were both in fear as they pondered there possible fate, though they did not get what they thought they would. Derek said a few words ‘Milintinia subtahl essedenlia' which shrunk them to miniature size, about the same size as Thumbelina would be.

The grey sparks faded from the staff, Derek picked the screaming victims up by his thumb and index finger of his left hand while holding on his staff with his right hand and put them in his Cape pocket.

Derek went into the closet and took my purse rummaging around in it, to find some of my Viles of potion, one for particular he was looking for was my transportation infusion. Coming to it, he grabbed the 3, all that I had then he threw purse to the ground, and pocketed two of them and threw the other at his feet. Disappearing in a cloud of pink smoke and golden crystal orbs. Releasing Mark from the cage he was in, falling unkindly on the floor.

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To Be Continued...

Thank you too Sephrena Lynn Miller for the help and assistance with my story :)

 
Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this.

Synopsis: Derek a very bright young man, is a very unique individual. Who happens to possess extraordinary abilities, from family genetics. But the most unique thing about him is that he is a transgender girl, and happens to be a Witch and a Gypsy and the first Witch and Gypsy in her family tree in several hundreds of years. As soon as one problem occurs and is nearly fixed another comes Derek's now Morwen's way.

Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this.

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Chapter 28

I awoke in shallow haste to find Mark on the floor, trying to get back up from his recent hard crash that left his rear a little sore.

"What's all the ruckus?" I asked.

Mark grabbed the end of my bed and pulled himself up. "Not much sis" he said, relieved to see me awake; jumping on my bed next to me and gave me a hug that I didn't know he could master one of that strength. It made me feel alive, and welcome even if a bit sore as I felt the life was going to be squeezed out of me.

"That stupid sun" I replied out of annoyance of the suns rays that were hitting my face right into my eyes from the very window that remained unclothed.

"I'll get them for you sis" replied Mark, as he was about to get up to close them.

"No matter Mark, watch and learn" I said, followed by a slight movement of my hand that gathered the shades from the sides of the windows bringing them to shield e from the suns rays in the center touching shade to shade, from my graceful movement and natural magick that led them together.

"So spill Mark what on earth happened?" I asked giving him the eye that made him know it was either tell or feel sorry afterwards.

Mark hesitated but eventually came to the conclusion to spill, he told me everything.

"So your saying that a Daemon with my reflections and copy of powers on the dark side stole mum and Richard?" I asked.

"Yes, and that not the worst of it in fact its kinda confusing really, he said that he was going to make everyone that made him suffer, to do penance for his forgiveness, and then some" answered Mark.

"What!" I said jumping up out of bed.

I felt faint but it was dicipating as my blood line was healing me much faster than that of what a mortals would. I crouched over the bed trying to hold myself up.

"Morwen get back into bed, your too weak to be getting out of bed yet" replied Mark with a little worry.

"Watch me!" I replied, ‘I don't like anyone telling me what to do' after all I am a 15 year old witch.

"Grab my purse and clothes please" I asked demandingly while a little annoyed.

Mark took one look at me and knew I was serious and abided. Mark went into the closet and took out my clothes and put them in his arms. He then closed the door and turned around looking for where Derek had thrown my purse. He found it bent down and picked it up. Mark went to me and handed my clothes and purse to me.

"Here sis, but don't say I didn't warn you" replied Mark.

"Don't worry if all fails I'll blame it on someone else ok" I replied trying to lighten the mood. I wasn't totally sure if I was trying to either make Mark feel better or myself though I was very worried, after all if what was said is true, that means he means as what was done to me to him and I which would leave many innocent people hurt, perhaps even Mark, or even that horrible Ginny.

It took me many years to try and conceal it, yet alone to attempt to wipe that vengeful act that I can have. Many years ago I remember when I made a promise to get even with Mary that night that she told Richard and mum only minutes after promising she wouldn't that I had acted as her sister in some playtime. Derek is the old me with my present power and authority of the status which would be held as if I had stayed as him to this day. With tamed powers, he could do much harm, he is the demonic side that I do not portray any longer, the vengeful darkness that he is, is what I would be if I had not gotten the very help I desperately needed when I had met Aleeda.

Derek, for all I know could be after Aleeda too, as she helped so that demonic nature was for several months put in its place and I reserved my spot in the proper reality. The evil that was consuming me before I had met her left when she took me under her wing, and taught me and treating me like I was her daughter or even her sister, it was what I needed, as I was growing into a mother towards Mary/Mark, I had begun to loose my childhood, forgetting that I was meant to be free and spirited before the age of adult maturity caught up with me to give me that time I could remember as some form of glorious youth and childhood, which I had finally reclaimed.

In time Derek may be after me, but being a daemon he will probably torture my psychologically and emotionally, waiting till I am at my weakest and most alone to take a full strike on me. I would be most vulnerable, if I was left alone and had all hope taken away, and if Derek is me or a part thereof, he would know it just as well as I do.

Mark turned around to give me privacy, accidently catching a glimpse of my body through a mirror that was hung on the door. Revealing my very naked body, he couldn't stop looking. He was not attracted as all he could think was ‘I hope she casts that spell for me soon, no way in hell am I going to look like that I would rather slit my wrists'.

I finished dressing in my clothes I was brought in with. I kept wondering within the confines of a little blond moment ‘why I had blood on my blouse?' It wasn't until I was about to put my hair that was all askew up, that I had felt the bandage that covered around the top of my head, I remembered pain and the blackness that caused me to wake up in this strange place that I had not been to before. My pendant was still attached to me, as I suppose in the duress of mortal medicine it or even I had made it unseen and untouchable to medical experts who may have locked me in the looney-bin for what they would consider messing with the unique traditions of the occult.

I caught mark out of the corner of my eye staring at me through the mirror, I was rightly ticked and was desperately abound to embarrass him for such a silly and total distrustful disgusting habit as he needed to be put in his place, I am his sister and I don't think he should be doing such as undermined thing such as peeping at me his naked sister in full bloom changing into her clothes. Like, where are the manners these days, do all boys do that like, disgusting eh.

"Mark!" I yelled.

Mark took his eyes off the mirror, trying to cover up hoping he hadn't been peeping me out through the mirror.

"Um, Ya sis what would you like?" replied Mark, red faced, and if he had his little soldier it would have been standing at attention, trying to cover it up with perhaps a pillow or a book or anything else that appeared in his very mind.

"Why so red, weren't peeping were you!" I replied rather sarcastlicly, siting on the bed putting on my pumps.

"No, of course not, your my sister!" stated Mark hastily in a semi whit-lie holding back a grin yet trying to compose a responsible yet half honest authority over the action that progressed.

He felt ashamed and disgusted for the fact of doing so and for the reason why it had happened. I knew it so instead of making him grovel for his action, I let it go.

I finished with my shoes, and rummaged around in my purse looking for my transportation potion, and found none.

"Mark were you in my purse?" I asked abruptly nearly yelling in a high pitched squeal of a voice.

"No!" Mark answered, pondering the recent event.

"But your other-half was" continued Mark, trying to help while maintaining a smartalic remark.

I was rather upset by that. Not only did that daemon-wizard go snooping around in my purse he took my transportation potions which took me like 4 days to make a good batch, and they were the last ones I had. Now, Mark finds it funny. As if he doesn't know it is entirely unacceptable not only to go through a lady's purse but it is even worse to take something from anyone especially a witch for crying out loud like what on earth is this world coming to when you can't keep potions in your purse without having them snatched by a past look-alike.

I gave Mark the Eye that would make a cyclops run and hide, making the attempted stifled laughs from Mark end abruptly in great haste.

"Dammit, even the invisibility potion is gone how are we going to get out of here" I stated in anger, retrieving my hand that was covered in the purple potion that was once for invisibility. I had a slight cut on my hand that was from the broken vile. It must have damaged when my purse was tossed on the floor with no care.

I went into the washroom, passing Mark to clean off the overly oxidized potion off my left hand, it must have took near 20 minutes of washing leaving my hands dry and chap.

"It seems awfully quiet doesn't it" said Aleeda as dad opened the door.

"Yes, hope everything is alright" dad replied stepping into the room.

I came out of the bathroom upon hearing the voices of Aleeda and dad.

"Where is everyone?" asked dad.

Mark tried to explain to dad, though dad was laughing it up thinking it alla hoax, or a game to carry out the fact that fathered magical beings, instead of normal mortal children so I spoke with Aleeda in Gaelic, right in the same room, telling her a summarized version of what happened.

‘They made a daemon of me, using my former self as Derek as the figure', "Siadsancuirfidh se faoi deara go ndeanfar coip bheacht de Derek foirmigh ina iomlaine Daemon dar data fior-diabhalta" I told Aleeda, as she tried to cover her mouth pondering what to do as this is a very serious nature.

I told her everything else too in Gaelic. Dad watched and listened, while not knowing what I was saying he did realize it was words that were not spoken by many. Dad gave me a knowing nod, that he understands now who I am and that he accepts all of it without condition.

I knew then what I had to do, and dad was about to experience not only his first experience witnessing my magick but also being apart of it, coming along for the ride.

I opened the door and peered out afar in the distance whisperly chanting an ancient chant. The sky was a bright sky blue with white cotton clouds.

Light of Luck
Road of Power
Leap of Grace
From this place to another trace

The sun was tickling my hands as they began to illuminate a very slanted bridge that hurled amidst the sky. Colors of many formed towards my hand through the sky, stopping at the window looking like solid light that looked like an icy glass indicating that taking it was a leap of faith and trust in Leprechauns light, as the was only the two separate events that can occur; good-luck, it will guide you to your chosen location unharmfully, or bad luck it will let you fall and either harm you or kill you, the leap was up to the taker not the giver.

I put out my hands for dad and Mark to join to take the leap, Aleeda followed behind. We all had fear including myself, though it had to be done and I felt like maybe luck would be on my side just this once. Mark gripped my hand very tightly and dad's grip was strong but sometimes it would limp as if he was passing out. Stepping into the light consumed us and we traveled to my chosen spot in the woods landing swiftly, gently and luckily without any harm.

Chapter 29

I stayed up the rest of the day, and took an all-nighter searching through my books to find anything that I could do. Waking up, with my face stuck to a page with the assistance of some drool (which I am not to proud of being a sleeping droller, after-all who is). I having difficulty seeing, rubbed my eyes and cleared the sleepers from my eyes, and read the chapter heading of the page. ‘Magical rites, passages and intimate creations of upper level power' I began to read until it came to a subheading that caught my interest even more ‘Depressions and it's repressions, astral projection, cloning and daemonic resemblances'.

The chapter was rather interesting, especially this article;

‘Every witch when over second or third level power, will have a double the very opposite of themselves that will balance the nature as the primitive Divine Chaos will shift in its place. Repressions of any Witch will be apart of the resemblance and what therefore it will be deemed to act on. Some knowledge that each other knows the other will too, however indifference to the side of power, the resemblance will know opposing enchantments etc, as you will to them too. In time only one will prevail, by doing so you must overcome that which gives the resemblance power, that which you repress, have repressed and even that which you have natural repressed which you may have forgotten. In the end you will have to battle one another and then the opposing twin will take its true form as should be, unfortunately this will be a pure daemonic form and will get to come to you again, unfortunately, while there is good there is also evil it must always be balanced out just as it always has.'

I got what I was after though it wasn't the full answer I was hoping for. I had to work through my repressions and also my studies and Mark's transformation. Today was to be the second last day of making a potion that would change Mary to Mark for good. I took my cauldron and a few of my much needed herbs to the creek by my enchanted dryad that was still yet to be awaken from the last and first time I had attempted to control her.

I found some kindling and loose branches wood, sticks etc and even some dry leaves and grass. Putting them under the spider that the cauldron was hanging from, I conducted my usual Pirokenetic spell lighting the fire with blue energy from my powers giving the fire a bluish tint to it to strengthen the power that went into my potion. The water boiled and the fire crackled underneath, indicating the time was right to add the several ingredients for this part of the potion. For the last 28 days I have been making one part of this potion little by little, tomorrow will be the finally of this potion as I add all of the parts together along with the final tad bit of a new part the final part that Mark will have to be here for. Then in 3 days time after that when the potion is fully concealed into itself Mark will forever be Mark as he shall drink it and within minutes he will be a boy becoming a man in time, just as he wished.

I added the mandragora root, powdered walnuts, iron rust and burning witch-grass adding only a vile of dryad blood. I set my mixing wand that was a wooden willow-wood to continue stirring it as I was trying to do my studies at the same time as my potion would have to be stirred non stop for another 8 hours before put in viles and left to cool under the roots of my dryad that was slightly sticking above the ground, when the potion will be totally done I will have many more for anyone else that will need it in the past, unfortunately this potion is only to turn biological females into biological males, but all I know I have to do is counter potion that will be for turning biological males into biological females, after all far as I know there is only one of these amulets and I have it.

This spot had become my haven, especially for my studies. The next lesson was protecting place of power with the elemental of magical priorities. The first thing I had to do was conduct four corners each with its elemental power and form of protection, by planting a garden of each of the elemental herbs and plants etc. I walked to the north and stated in single chant;

North of the sun
fire bend
passion aflame
growth its earth
on this land

The ground to the north that rose with several plants of the element of fire such as several mandrake plants, cinnamon, angelica and many others even rows of trees anew. I walked to the south and did the same single chanting yet again;

South of Gaia
Earth will bend
natures mother
adds life to the land

The ground to the south grew many plants such as sagebrush, beets and cypress among other things. I walked to the east single chanting yet again;

East of Air
Wind so grand
power fierce
grows upon any mass
upon any sought land

The ground did the same thing this time to the east, this time producing Anis, dandelions and several others. I walked to the west and single casting yet again;

West of Water
in and out
wet and moist
ingenious and lovely
creatively beckon this land
command sought
ripples that move the earth apart
giving birth to the very art

The earth on either side of the creek sprigged plants of many on its shallows and shores withing the rest of the confines of the borders growing many beautiful plants such as blackberries, Adam and eve roots and daffodils. The borders were all equal distance from the dryad, to finish my lesson I had to activate the dryad to give me a safe place to be, a witches lair so to say.

Power of wood and earth
Bound in form of trees
Roots of wrath underneath
Do as I command
Abound upon the land
I so bind your will
My power controls your element
In this proper sentimate

The Dryad awoke, and waved it's left branch to me as if to greet me kindly. "Good day enchantress, how may I serve you again" asked the dryad in its soft yet woods high pitched feminine voice.

"I need my lair, and was wondering if I may have your undergrowth made into a large lair for me" I replied.

"It will be my honor, few get such a privilege as being chosen, all I need is the magick word enchantress" said the Dryad.

"Thank you, do as I command" I replied kind yet dominating as so I did the last time.

"As you command!" replied the Dryad humbly.

The dryad had tunneled its roots underneath clearing away unwanted roots and soil large enough to have a small underground manor house. The Dryad had settled and soothed its rustling the ground ended its shakes and it came all to a rest. A woman appeared coming out of the solid tree trunk. She was tall nearly 7 foot, barefoot none the less she was wearing a pink ancient Greek style dress that shoed the shoulder skin and some of her arms which still had sleeves underneath her arms with thin bits held in place above her arms on her arms. Her hair was a dark black and was long and curly held back with roots and flowers as hair supplies. She wore no makeup as her face was already of pure natural beauty.

She walked right up to me and bowed in a feminine manner. "I am Falora, Dryad of this old oak" greeted Falora.

"Nice to meet you Falora" I replied continuing "My name is Morwen" I gave a little curtsey as a copied gesture not sure what I should do.

"I am the watcher now of your lair as well, though you get to decorate and such inside, I hope it will be satisfactory, as to how I proportioned the outline of it inside" replied Falora with a continuation of "What shall you choose for the password enchantress?"

I thought for a moment and replied "Paisean seo-lae Solas", ‘Passionate Light'.

"So shall it be enchantress" replied Falora.

Flora left back inside the tree that is now my lair, I left the cauldron stirring while I went back to retrieve my things, that is just of my magical stock of possessions I had. Returning repeating the passwords after walking down the three steps made out of roots that were entwined together like a weave. The hard wood door that was covered with roots seeped back into the earth upon the saying of the passwords, and I pushed the door open and walked in followed by my trunks of magical equipment levitating behind me they touched down on the floor and I pushed the door shut, which as soon was shut was covered in and out with the same roots as was there before. I put everything away, decorating it all very nicely keeping as best I could an antique look to a place of my very own, I was getting tired and drained so I figured I wold wait for the furnishings another day.

I went back outside pushing the door open as there is no nobs it moves the way you choose it to go at the time of its need to do so. The stirring stopped as I commanded since its time of stirring was complete. I Zapped the cauldron and spider in the lair with a snap of my right hand's index finger and thumb together. I went back inside.

The cauldron was set in the small fire place now hanging by a hook on a chain as it was in the old days and filled viles of potion putting them all on the shelf labeled like the rest. I left back to the trailer to get some rest for the following days activities, the lesson tomorrow while the last part of the potion is brewed and together at that is finding my familiar.

Chapter 30

Upon leaving during my waking at the hospital, Derek had took my parents to the old house that we had lived when the main part of my life was turned from questioning and confusion to the very negativities that lead to hatred, mistrust and the beginning of my own very suicidal thoughts at a young adolescent age. It would be a place that he could draw those emotions from as his very base of power. The mortals that were living there at the time we scared as Derek blasted the door open to the house as the rest of the neighborhood unwillingly slept, from a small sleeping ora that was enchanted over the neighborhood.

Door as a whole
No more

Lanua ut a Universus
Haud magis

The mortal woman screamed and the man replied with a "What the hell!" He walked over to the door from the kitchen hearing the blast seeing that pieces of the door lay with some glitter of firey red sparks as the door was in about a hundred pieces.

"That door won't trouble us again" replied to my parents in a unfriendly yet humorous sort of way following a chuckle of laughter that you could sense was draped with his evilness.

"Who the hell are you?" demanded the male occupant of the house standing infront of Derek. He was tall 6'2" dark haired, with green eyes. He had a rather scruff look with facial hair, and is very possible a bouncer at a club, wearing a black tank top and leather pants. A spike belt and a dog chain around his neck to make him seem like a veteran of Vietnam or something of the sort.

"The new occupant of this place" replied Derek smugly yet annoyed, as he darted his eyes at him with an evil grin.

Derek proceeded to raise his voice, when the male opened his mouth "Like hell, you are going to stay in this house now get the fuck out of here" replied the man that stood before Derek.

"On the contrary, I will stay here and you will leave or else!" stated Derek very much angry at the fact that, a mortal was acting superior to him.

The man looked at Derek in disbelief and let out a laugh following while maintaining a chuckle "Or else what?!" questioned the male hysterically in laughter.

Derek looked on the man, amused he found it funny, angry that he acted superior, respectfully that he has some guts, but devilishly as he thought what he should do and then he replied "I will simply turn you to dust" continuing with a raised yet very much echoed voice throughout the house as he stood in one spot "You all have 4 minutes to get out or else extermination of all residents inside will be given, one by one, now move!"

The man that stood before Derek grew angry and thrust after Derek. Derek would not take that and struck the man with the staff in the gut then under the chin near the neck thrusting the man to the ground where he stayed in agony for only a few seconds, before attempting to get off the floor. Only to be hit down again to the floor in the gut yet again. The other occupants ran down the stairs and out the front door while the wife of the man came running from the kitchen to the man's aid.

"You two may leave now, one minute left or else!" replied Derek as he let the wife help the man up off the floor. Gasping for breath the man attempted yet again to fight back, Derek had, had enough of this and raised the staff indicating another clearly stated incantation.

Somes of Viscus
Incohare Pulvis

Body of Flesh
Turn to Dust

The ran running forth turned to dust as he broke in two, with golden sparks upon the blackened dust of the fleshes ash. The woman fell on her knees and cried at the foot of the ashes that lay unneatally on the floor.

"Please, bring him back, how could you, please bring him back" cried the woman in sorrow.

"No but as you are here after time I will feel no mercy for either you or even your husband" replied Derek coldly, with that he did the same to her and bricked the door and windows with yet another incantation "Latter Porta".

In the basement, Derek made it into a basic dungeon for my parents. They were put into a pit that was an old trash pit used many times, but was finally cleared out with the Ash spell turning it into ash. He threw them down into it and blocked off the top with an electrical shield "Contego excellus".

He left turning off the light of the basement keeping them in complete darkness except from the vibrations off the bluish electrical shield from over head that would keep them awake until completely exhausted. Leaving the basement Derek said one last statement to them from the top of the stairs "Sleep tight!" devilishly stating slamming the door to the basement closed all they could here was every crack and footstep he made from above, not being able to sleep at all that night as they feared there very eyes, especially after seeing what he did to the poor innocent man and his poor defenseless wife.

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Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this.

Synopsis: Derek a very bright young man, is a very unique individual. Who happens to possess extraordinary abilities, from family genetics. But the most unique thing about him is that he is a transgender girl, and happens to be a Witch and a Gypsy and the first Witch and Gypsy in her family tree in several hundreds of years. As soon as one problem occurs and is nearly fixed another comes Derek's now Morwen's way.

Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this.

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Chapter 31

The following day, was rainy. I awoke from the smites of thunder on the ground and the heavy rain on the window of my bedroom. Having a quick shower, I powdered myself with a lilac scent. I put on a white bra and panty set that was full with lace and satin, a stretchy black off the shoulder sweater over top of my white camisole. I then got out my black jeans and put them on with a black and silver spec belt, and finished dressing with my black pumps, that went over top of my low cut white socks. All my nails were painted a sparkly purple that matched my pendant that hung at my collar bone just above my cleavage that was becoming more noticeable it seemed by the day. My ears, were imbedded with my gold hoop earrings one in each ear. My lips were a light pink gloss, and my eyes had beautiful baby blue eyeshadow, with the daily course of curling my eyelashes and placing mascara, to liven them up.

Today was a day that would nearly end the wait for Mark, I would finish the making of the potion then in a few days it would be ready for Mark to be Mark for the rest of his very days. He did everything to be patient, and I could see that he was getting tired of the wait, sure he would get it before the age I ever did, but he didn't feel spoiled, just excited. The same as any kid would be as if you left a wrapped gift under the tree a month before Christmas, the excitement and torture would grow and I could tell in the eyes Just how bad he wants it.

I left before anyone else was awake.

The wind and rain playing tricks with my hair sometimes slapping me in the face, before it was to heavy from the dampness to excel with lift. Fall was coming, the Summer was near to end, many leaves started upon the ground. I was wondering what had happened with Nathan as I haven't seen him in several days, yet again before the accident. I figured that after I finish with the ingredients of this potion I would go into town, after all it wouldn't kill me to go shopping would it.

I walked to the front of the dryad that showed a cheeky smile with its bark, that rounded around an owls den.

"Morning enchantress, password please" asked the dryad with the gentle arbor quality of her voice.

"Paisean seo-lae Solas" I stated with pride and charge.

The earth shrunk into its steps that hollowed its way to the magical door from the earth magick made by me and the dryad.

"As you wish Enchantress" replied the dryad before I began to walk to the door. Pushing it open, lighting the candles of taper that sat on long and tall candle beams with so much as a gentle wave of my arm and pointing of my fingers in rigorous enchantment. This was my place, all mine with my very essence poured in, and my spirit that guides the magick within.

I took down my Grimour and made new entries into it before witting it down on the alter in the front center just below my sword, next to my Athame and pestle on either side.

I lit the fire, with my pyro-spell under the cauldron. I added half a dozen herbs and crushed stones and crystal powders. Feathers and some blood I extracted from Mark, last night that I had put into a veil and kept magicly kept pure and driven as it had been when I extracted it. I set it to self stir, with a demanding wave of my hand in quick stare. The light of the candles flickered against the rocky earth and wood of the walls. I opened my bok that Aleeda had given me, and switched to the next page, ‘Familiars' and ‘how to find yours' the words written in Gothic alphabet. I did as it said to do.

I took my scrying bowl from the shelf, and my Athame from the alter and sat on the floor cross-legged as if about to meditate. I opened the pouch of diamond dust that lay inside the red sachet with a draw string opening, sticking my hand inside I grabbed a handful of the powders, retrieved my hand and sprinkled it into the dish. Next I took my Athame that with the glows from the candles around the room lit up my Athame with light, its symbols engraved upon the silver and steel sparkled in the ritual as I pricked the tip of my index finger, releasing several drops of blood into the bowl filled with diamond dust and scrying liquid.

The infusion began to hum, and the colors within sparkled and lit, clouded and formed into different twists and turns. Before my eyes formed out of my dish like a majestic being born out of the liquid within. The colors faded and began to have tone of true existence. The silver dove was brilliant and gleamed in its very magical essence. It had a golden beak, and golden feet and claws, but all of its feathers were a bright silver, its eyes gleamed a beautiful purple, and every time it moved it released a little bit of crystallite powders like dust off a slapped dusty couch it was wonderful.

I named the dove from one of my favorite Goddesses, who holds the highest point of virtue of my beliefs, Wisdom and so the dove holds the name Athena. Athena seemed to like her name as I named her she flapped her wings perched on a pedestal releasing thousands of mini purple, white, gold, and silver orbs of magic.

The potion was finished as it bubbled and simmered from the fires below its bottom. I spent the better part of the remaining 2 hours putting it all into nearly a hundred viles. Sitting them on shelves that were magically constructed upon my very wishes and imagination. I left shortly after for town, with one of my transportation potions that I had finally had made all over again, seems how that Bugger had to steal all of my other ones when I was unconscious in the hospital. Disappearing into a cloud of pink smoke and golden orbs, only to find myself within a hundred feet of town, in the woods.

I walked to the general store that had a vacant parking lot, except for 2 trucks one white the other red, both looked rusted and about ten or twenty years passed its prime. I walked inside and the chimes above the door as I entered sang there song. Nathan was stalking shelves and seemed to be down in the dumps.

"Hi hun!" I said from behind him, causing Nathan to jump at the sound of my voice.

"Morwen!" Nathan said breathless nearly stuttering, as he dropped about half a dozen boxes of kraft dinner on the floor.

"Ya, it's me who else would you think would call you hun, hun" I replied clever yet bemused.

"I haven't seen you in nearly a week, how are you, where have you been, I have been scared to death?!" replied Nathan concerned and excited.

Nathan's eyes glowed with compassion, his jeans and flannel shirt had made his appearance much elder than he was, he nearly looked eighteen.

I filled him in on getting hit by the car and being in the hospital, after our last meet when I had to rush off with Mark faster than a jaguar in a hunt.

"Why didn't you watch where you were walking, trying to kill yourself" Mark stated in worried anger.

"I was in a rush and wasn't thinking" I replied, looking sheepish as I was told I was an idiot in a sense for not watching where I was going.

"Who was the son of a @itch that run you over? I'll give him a run over" stated Nathan whose face was turning reder and redder with anger.

"Just some guy, supposedly he helped take me to the hospital" I replied "Your don't need going all untouchable on him ya know" I continued.

"Well he needs a good a$$ whooping if you ask me, even if he helped, your not invisible you know he should have been able to see you" stated Namthan again whos anger was dieing down, though he felt a huge need to rough the guy up.

Nathan's dad appeared out from the back as he was overhearing the conversation. "Nathan Graham Barton, don't use language like that infront of a lady, I didn't raise you like that, I should take you over my knee, now apologize to your girlfriend this instant" demanded Mr. Barton furiously near to the top of his voice.

Nathan was inbarresed and angry again by this time from his dad's outburst.

"Sorry, Morwen" apologized Nathan.

"Ah no worries, I have heard worse, heck I know a few honkers that would make a Newfy blush" I replied with a giggle and a smile tapping Nathan on the shoulder hoping for a kiss.

Nathan and his father stood in shock and sceptiscism. I still waited for a kiss and then decided for the hilaritary of the situation to ‘hit two birds with one stone' as they say.

"Get your a$$ over here, and give me some lovin won't ya, frenching will do ya know" I said grabbing Nathan and giving him a kiss that beat the last kiss we got, that made his dad so redfrom embaresment he had to excuse himself.

The kiss was so strong and our emotion so deep that I could feel Nathan getting aroused, and pulled back.

"Perhaps in time love, but not now handfasting before any physical love such as that ok, you can wait just as I" I stated.

"I know it's hard is all..." replied Nathan as I stopped him with yet another joke.

"Well I can feel its hard love" giving him a giggle and grin.

Nathan began to go red, his eyes glistled from the sunlight from the window, as he continued "I want you so bad, like no one else eh, like if you would let me I would take you right on this floor."

Nathan relised what he had said and tried to speak but I stopped him hushing him with my right index finger to his lips.

"Your not the only one hun, I was about to take you in the woods, where we would make love amung our spot with nature and all the animals around" I stated sweetly.

We looked into each others eyes and began to feel a connection we havent felt before this was a much deeper understanding, and more compassion. I began to feel horrible I wanted to tell him everything, maybe doing so would allow us to be with one another without the loss of my destiny, my powers, my faith and the part of me that makes me who I am. I have a legacy, to pass on these gifts, I want Nathan but law states I have to choose, maybe there will be a way around it.

I could feel tht there was something struggling inside of Nathan too, but my love for him blocked my telepathy from his mind. My empathy however told me there was sorrow, shame, and fear though I didn't know why it was those things as he usually seems so cheary.

I left Nathan with another kiss, and he looked on as I left, like usual he didn't know when I would be back. Though, he would await my return with open arms, though something dreadfull ate him up inside, or so I was beginning to think.

Chapter 32

"Damn it stinks in here" stated my mum awaking from a short slumber.

"Well it could be worse eh" replied Richard wh was already awake.

Noises were coming down the staires after loudly opening the door.

"Let me go where are you taking me" said the college age girl.

Mum was feeling achy and cranky and was getting tired of all that Derek was putting them through over the last several days. They remained in isolation except when use of facilities and meals were of need.

‘Now sit down you lousy bitch" ordered Derek to the young girl. Tieing her up with a flick of his staff onto a wooden chair with old yellow ropes.

‘Who the hell are you, people are going to wonder were I am and come looking for me, ya know" replied the girl, trying to give fear to her captor, though Derek was as hard as a stone and such fear didn't surfice.

Derek stared at the girl, with that evil grin and mischeviouse eyes. He chuckled a cackle, and spat in her face.

"I do not fear you or anything you have to offer mortal, you should fear and I think you do, you are afterall sweating like a pig. How ladylike that is eh, maybe I should tell the world about that. You love gossip right, maybe call up a tabloid reporter, or even a photographer, and have them take some pics and films and show your boyfriend perhaps how ladylike you really are!" replied Derek sarcasticly and semi seriosly.

"You wouldn't dare, what the hell you want from me, who are you" stated the girl rather demandedly.

Derek slapped the girl with his left hand across her right cheak giving her a split lip from the backhander.

"Who am I eh. Lets see, I am someone you hurt, someone you caused years of depression and turmoil, a living nightmare every damn day, which all started in this damn house" replied Derek.

"I still don't understand who are you" replied the girl.

"Oh my dear girl, I am your worst nightmare now, You don't remember well, do you GINNY!" replied Derek in anger to which he was raising his voice.

"I confided in you, you caught me all prettied up, promised to keep it a secret, blackmailed me then you told the whole goddamn school!" continued Derek raising his voice, and continuing to feel deep wrath that could end in blood shed faster than his very choosing.

Suddenly, Ginny remembered she looked at him and did something that she shouldent.

"Well sissy's have to be put in there place" said Ginny rather too brave for her own good.

"So do Bitches!" replied Derek in hastefull spite, vengefullness reining in his veins and mind.

Before she could speak she was slaped in the same manner as before, her cheak and lip burning with blood and bruises.

Tied to the chair Ginny had no way getting out or stopping anything happening to her. She was humiliated and abused she felt helpless and alone except for the watchful eye and hurtfull power that Derek showed upon her. Derek was raising his staff, when a cloud of pink smoke with magical orbs apeared before him.

Derek was distracted, and standing him staff upright on the floor again like a walking stick as usual.

I stood face to face with Derek and vice versa.

"Get away from her!" I demanded.

"Nice to see you up and around again, I was getting worried" replied Derek sarcasticly.

"Don't be a fool, you moron, you might as well give up" I replied.

"Give up! Were cut from the same cloth and you, know just as well as I do that neither of us gives up on anything" stated Derek with a devilish chuckle.

I channeled Mark who stood next to me to go and get mum and richard from the back telepathicly.

I raised my arm to Derek warning him not to cross me. Derek laughed and said "you can't beat me you are weak , I can strike you down in a single flash."

I said a silent chant in my head;

Enemy in sight
Bind with defensive might
guide a rope of flame
around whom is of blame
take the will away
banish there present stay

Derek noticed my moving mouth, and tightly closed eyes. He began to raise his staff in my direction with intent to strike me down. I raised my right arm circled around bent with grand, aimed him in sight as golden red sparks flew out of my hand. Hitting Derek, rapping him with fire-rope. Derek struggled getting out of it, with every struggle it grew tighter, burning the clothes and exposed skin and flesh. Derek was engolfed in flames, and burst into ash. I conjured the ash into a conjured urn and set it back to my Falore.

Mark came running out with Mum and Richard. I untied Ginny, who was histerical and it took a moment before mark had the gull to punch her in the face causeing her to go unconciouse, I threw one of my potions at Ginny who disapeared to where we were heading the same way we were going to trnsportate.

Mark took richard and I took Mum with me in our transportation clouds from our potions, where we ended up at my secret place.

Chapter 33

We spent the night in my lair as many may call it. Mum and Richard were both very perplexed not knowing what is and was going on only knowing that there lifes may end sooner and sooner, Richard didn't talk nore stare at me at all, while mum tried to bring herself to say something but couldn't though she would stare at me sometimes for brief moments and others for as long as a staring contest. Then it finally happened, the talk of the century would go down.

"So a girl, eh?" said mum, which made me look at her.

"Yes that is what I am, as you can plainly see!" I responded slightly irritated.

Mum looked to the floor, and said "So why did you shame me like this?" continuing with "I thought I was a good mother" which was a statement of her wishfull thinking.

"A good mother is a mother that puts herself last and her children first" I stated back.

"I always put you and your sister first"replied mum hurt and irritated.

"No you damn well didn't, you put yourself first, I needed a mother and you weren't there. When I needed you most you weren't there for me only there for yourself. I raised Mary from the ground up since you started working, when you weren't working you were either hurting my very spirit, or out trying to act like a reckless teenanger drinking away her life, so don't be damn lying to me, I will not have it" I replied raising my voice so high you'd think I was a banshee out to claim the depressed fury that lay within me.

"You needed a mother, eh! I was there, you could have talked to me and told me, you could have come I would have got you the best help I could to get it out of you." yelled mum.

"Ha! Like that would have worked you know very little for a woman twice my age. You did send me to counselors remember and they decided to tell me I was going to burn in hell and to never come back, I told the teachers who told you too the teachers some stood behind me all the way while others said I was going to hell, you told them it was just a phase or something I suppose. I told you myself dozens of times coming to you and yet all you would do was put me down, tell me you aren't going to raise any weird kids, to not dream such girly things, to not be myself, and the alltime favourite, your not going weird on me are you?!" I replied yelling at the top of my voice getting hysterical and angrier.

Mum was in tears, she had no idea what she put me through but was finally getting an idea, and it was only half of the hell she bestowed on me.

"I didn't know, why didn't you tell me..." replied my mother before Mark cut her off, which in some way was cutting me off as I too was about to cut mum off.

"Like Morwen said mum, you were told but you weren't listening" stated Mark.

Mum looked at mark and then at me and then back to Mark again.

"Why did you turn out normal then if I was so bad?" asked mum.

"Well I guess in your definition, I am not normal mum, and Morwen is helping me out in that department" answered Mark.

Mum looked confused again, with her soggy eyes that the tears were beginning to subside and was beginning to dry a bit.

"What are you talking about Mary, not normal you are like me a very normal girl just tomboyish like I am eh?" replied mum.

"No, I am not a girl mum, I am a boy, and soon Morwen will make sure of it, Mary will be gone and Mark will be replaced" replied Mark a little irritated though chuckled at the sight of mums opened mouth.

"Where did I go wrong, what did I do to deserve this?" stated mum under her breath.

Mum looked back at me and asked, "So you are all girl then now, got all the female anatomy, no more of a penis then?"

I began to answer, when my pendant glowed a bright purple and red, I began to feel queezy feeling wet at my intimate area, my pendant fell off and I fell to the floor unconsciouse.

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Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this.

Synopsis: Derek a very bright young man, is a very unique individual. Who happens to possess extraordinary abilities, from family genetics. But the most unique thing about him is that he is a transgender girl, and happens to be a Witch and a Gypsy and the first Witch and Gypsy in her family tree in several hundreds of years. As soon as one problem occurs and is nearly fixed another comes Derek's now Morwen's way.

Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this.

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Chapter 34

"Morwen wake up, Morwen..." I heard Mark yelling at the top of his voice.

"Get the smelling salts or something, just wake him up will you" I heard mum ordering Mark as if he was her work horse and last hope.

I couldn't open my eyes they were heavy, my head was swimming, and everything echoed as if stuck into an opra house.

"I'll go get Aleeda maybe she can help" replied Mark running out the door as fast as he could.

I fell back to sleep, unknown to anyone I was awake for a few seconds every hour on the hour, though I didn't know how long my consciousness had been overrun for. By the time I was semi-conscious again I heard a loud wailing sound, the screech was unbelievable.

"The mandrakes cries is fatal to the conscious, while awakens the unconscious witch" I heard Aleeda saying.

My eyes flickered, my very vision was blurred and distorted, I actually though maybe I was on drugs or drunk by the sight of my vision.

"Wake up sleepy head" Aleeda continued soothingly.

My vision coming together slowly was finally allowing me to see Aleeda placing one of my mandrakes back into a pot and covering it with dirt. She came back to me and felt my forehead, and helping me to my feet.
"What happened?" I asked confused.

Aleeda had a smile on her face when I asked that question.

"Oh, your transformation finally ended sweety, what ever you did caused it to finish several months early, it absorbed the power that you set forth and finished your transformation, you are now a normal looking 15 year old girl...or I guess I should say woman now" replied Aleeda.

"Woman? what do you mean?" I asked dumbstruck.

"That is something for your mother to tell you, give her a head start ok sweety, she is waiting outside" replied Aleeda.

"What day is it?" I asked.

"Oh, Monday morning, I was worried about you, it's 10 in the morning sweety" answered Aleeda.

"Er, sorry, thanks" I said a little befuttled.

"No hard feelings sweety, it happens when we get flushed with power, spell being finished and nature at its best it was a lot all at once, especially when you feel rage your power will rupture and sway inside, you'll get used to it all in time" stated Aleeda.

I grabbed a vile from the shelf, and then Aleeda and I walked outside together. Mum and Richard, dad and Mark were standing around waiting. As we came outside, mum ran up to me and hugged me as Mark followed though he tried not to get to close, as my pants were still very dirty from my upgrade of femininity.

"What's the matter Mark, do I got coodies or something" I asked.

"No its just, your to nasty to touch right now" answered Mark saying the first thing that came to mind who realized that what he said was wrong when he saw tears forming in my eyes.

"How am I nasty, after all I do for you, you say something like that" I replied tear stricken gripping hold of the vile in my left hand.

"Oh I didn't mean it like that it's just you have gross stuff all over your pants that I don't want on me ya know" replied Mark hastily.

Then it hit me, feeling wet at my crotch, my emotions all nutty, ‘or should I say woman now' I know what is going on now. I turned red, so red you'd think that I could be a Christmas light bulb. Oddly all I started to think about was trying to cover myself up, and ‘I just got these pants a few weeks ago'.

"Well mum and I have to talk, so here follow the instructions and I will help best I can and give you a hair cut if mum doesn't ok" I said to Mark throwing him the vile and walking away.

I took off my top, which luckily I was still wearing my bra and cami so my cami was over top and could wear as a shirt any ways its pretty enough, with its pink satin and lace, and little bow in the middle of the chest hem. I wrapped the shirt at my waist to hide the embaresment of the menses of my pants. I relized that the pendant was missing.

"Where is my pendant mum?" I asked.

"It fell off and turned to dust Der...Morwen" mum answered.

My face lit up and felt like I was about to have an heart attack with what she said, I could think and it was ‘she's finally accepting me'.

Mum and I walked till we came to a fence near a farm that had horses grazing in the fields and we watched and talked mum gave me all the highs and lows of being a young woman, though she had a great pessimistic outlook on being a woman.

"So you see you will have more responsibility, more trouble, and more worries, it isn't fun" stated my mother.

" Well with anything comes more responsibility mum, being a girl, a woman, a lady how ever you want to put it is all about the very fact, when you are one not necessarily in physical aspect but inside it is all about those things, being wild, responsible, free, spirited, graceful, and love and so many more things the femininity grows and when you finally get a taste of femininity it is worth going to the edge of the universe and back again to get it" I replied to mum with passion.

"You think it is all worth it now sweety but in time you won't trust me, one day you will wish that you had stuck with what god gave you" replied mum.

"What do you think god is then mum?" I asked.

"Someone of great power, he makes all what is, and sends those that deceive him punishments, though yes he gave us all free will, he also gave us limits to our existence too" replied my mum preaching.

"So you say he is of great power, he gives out punishments, he gives us free will, and gives us limits" I replied questioningly continued by "What good things is he what is it that makes him worthy of our worship?"

"He is loving, our creator, he gives us miracles when in need of them, so of course he deserves our worship and undying belief" answered mum.

I looked at her like what is she been smoking, she wasn't like this 10 years ago, she hardly if anything went to church, who is filling her head with such nonsense.

"How do we get miracles mum? I prayed every day for several years before giving up and then I found Aleeda, not by god but by my goddess, who I started to pray to, in several years I got no miracle, then I meet her and with in a few months time I get my miracle" I replied.

"Well it is our job as mortals to worship our creater, no matter what" replied mum.

"Do it if you will but remember mum don't get ahead of yourself" I replied.

It died down as I changed the subject hoping that I could tell mum about Nathan, it was worth a shot. Though beknown to me mum was going to beat me to it.

"So have you gotten anyone special, yet. It has been several monthes since you've been home" asked mum.

"Yes" I answered proudly yet sheepishly.

"Well, who is he sweety?" replied mum.

"His name is Nathan, his dad owns the general store in town" I answered lustfully thinking about him before and during my talk of him.

"Hmm, a glow you do have, maybe the one or the first. Have you two engaged in any sex" Mum asked flat out like it was no big deal.

"MOM!" I replied humiliated.

"What? It's a normal part of life how ever you do it" replied mum.

"It is so unladylike to use that term, not to mention to ask it so flat out like that eh" I stated rolling my eyes.

"You sound like my mother, it is totally normal, but enough of this changing the question, have you two ‘done it'?" asked my mum again.

"Er, fine. No! Nathan and I are still Virgins and like I told him I won't be doing it until my wedding night. However, we have nearly joined eachother in the lust of passionate delight" I answered, my cheeks burning from the heavyness of my blushing.

Mum stared at me as if trying to find the ‘boy' she gave birth to but couldn't find anything, relenting she said "I am sorry!"

I heard, but wanted to make sre I heard right. "What did you say?"

Mum looking at the ground raised her head and looked into my eyes, she had some tears from crying that she didn't mind showing, "I said, I am sorry. I am very sorry, you may be right and if what you said was true, by what you said and the things you say and the way you look, the passion I can see it now I was wrong, you are no doughtly my daughter. I had the same values and passion when I was your age but it all went away when never mind that time, in time I will tell both you and your sis..brother why and you both will know, hopefully understand, and accept what will bring of telling you."

Mum and I hugged, it was the first hug I had from her since I stopped defended mum by jumping on the back of dad when he was pounding her, hitting him many times telling him to ‘get off my mommy' which was the last time, that dad and mum were in the same house as husband and wife. Something peculier happened then there was a pounding at my stomach, or was it mum's.

"Mum are you pregnant?" I asked.

"Yes, I think so I've been queezy, and been smelling things in higher format for a month or more" answered mum, wishing that I had not known or even found out.

"Have you seen a doctor?" I asked.

"No, I feel it better not to. Richard! Richard mustn't know. I am going to be kicking him to the door, but he mustn't know" mum replied pleeding with me.

I looked in her eyes and relented giving her a nod of my head, agreeing to the deceat of the man I had felt like a father on days he wasn't an enemy, though I had known for a long time that in the end it wouldn't work with him, his blood ran to red with his mortal hate, it wasn't like ours that was more burgundy with the mixtures of our blood.

"So you will keep this a secret, and help me get rid of him" continued mum with excitement.

"Yes! Witches honor" I replied giving same the same stature you'd see on ‘bewitched' continued by "Gypsy word of honor" taking out my athame from my side sheath that was attached to my belt, cutting a tiny slit on my middle finger on my left hand, doing the same with mum who relented and copied beginners she missed her nose and caught her eyes, and whimpered at cutting her finger, but Mark was the same way.

"Is the baby's Richard's?" I asked.

"Yes!" answered mum.
With that we touched fingers, and although a manly thing to do we shook on it.

Chapter 35

We walked back to the others. Mark ran right up to me and hugged me for all he's worth, though I thought he was trying to kill me imitating a boa-constrictor.

Mark for a 13 year old, was farely tall, though his growth spurt I guess hasn't happened yet, he was about 5'4", his hair still long, which I would take care of after I get changed, we definitly have to get him some clothes, he even had some peach fuzz above his lip and on his chin, and had side burns farely dark to match his light brown hari. He had the muscles he would have had if was able to grow them as easily over the last few years, not exactly like swatzenagers, but fairly grand for a 13 year old boy. He had some hair on his legs and chest, which I could not see, but he also had much hair on his arms that I could see through the opening at his wrists. His hair though it was long was not feminine any more it was now rather messy, and the texture was rather masculine.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" said Mark releaseing the last bit of his femininity by crying and wheeping. In his mind I had given him the unthinkable, the greatest present as to be who he is. I knew it only too well.

After Mark had repeated himself about a hundred times I replied "No problem, but can you let me breath please?"

Mark released me and said "Sure! I would do anything you want anytime!" giving me a smile, and I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Well at least I got a son again" said dad all of the sudden.

I actually didn't care, I just replied saying "Yep! Now Mark has to be the one to pass on the family name, just got to find him a bride" giggling with laughter.

I tapped Mark on the back and continued "I will be back in a bit, gotta get changed!"

I left and walked back to the trailer, I had a shower and shaved, dried and powdered. I put on some white panties and a matching bra, and a garter belt, attaching white silk stockings. Slipped on a short denim blue skirt that came to my knees and a white blouse that I tied around the front, It hid the bra nearly, as it was rather low cut and showed a lot of cleavage. I put back on my pumps, and sat at my makeup table, and did my makeup, brushed and styled my hair, into pigtails in the back with a center parting. I then straightened my bangs with a comb and cut it the middle of the length, reshaped my eyebrws into a very thin feminine look. I took off the old nail polish on my fingernails, and touched them up with some light pink sparkly polish.

I grabbed my purse and scissors off the table and left, placeing the scissors in my purse. Grabbing a lawnchair from outside of the trailer, walking back into the forest. They were all there talking amungst themselves when I sat the chair down on the ground, I pulled Mark from the crowd, and forced him on the chair with minimal force, it was aprehension he gave as he didn't know what was goin on.

"What are you doing der...Morwen?!" yelled mum noticing what was going on.

"About to give my little brother a hairstyle that is more fitting for his appearance" I replied smuggly.

"No you don't, give me those scissors before you mess your si...brother's hair all up" ordered mum.

"Fine!" I said handing mum the scissors "Take a girl's fun why don't ya!"

"Now can you go and get me a bowl please will you Morwen" asked mum.

"Sure!" I replied a little confused of the need for a bowl.

I went back to the trailer, and got a small mixing bowl from the cupboard, over top of the stove. It finally hit me, the horrible bowl cut, before the famouse crew cuts, my the 90's were a decade to be proud of weren't they, not.

I returned in only a few minutes to find, Mark's once waist length hair to be above his shoulders below his ears. I actually had many tears in my eyes, just as dad, mum, and Aleeda did. I brought up the courage and handed mum the bowl, who grabbed it and showed me away at arms length.

Mum put the bowl on the top of his head, and trimmed around the edge. In a few minutes she was done and although he had short hair and it was his I missed seeing him with it, I may always remember Mark as Mary, but just as he has to do for me I will do for him.

Aleeda gave Mark some of her youngest sons Malcom's old clothes to wear into town, though it wasn't much just an old pair of jeans and a white t shirt.

When Mark was done dressing; Mum and I took Mark into town. Mum was like so queezy again from the traveling potion, Mark was going on and on about how mum threw up, I just thought that was like so gross, but anyways we took Mark to the tailors to get him measured, He so didn't like the old man that did the measuring. Then we went to the local clothing store, not much to chose from in a small town so for men it was mostly flannel shirts and jeans, and bulky t shirts, we got him a pair of comboy boots, and a pair of sneakers, and some slippers. He got a grey cowboy hat, a leatherbelt with a buckle that said ‘This is not for fighting but this is my fun Gun' it had an arrow pointing to his crotch. Guys and there toys, shesh.

Mark was allowed to walk out wearing a flannel unbuttoned shirt over his new white t shirt and blue jeans, his grey comboy hat and black and yellow coloured comboy style boots. He looked really good, many girls down the street were looking at him, and he was eyeing the ladies, even though some of the girls he was eyeing could hardly be called ladies, more like sluts if you ask me, Although who am I to judge right, lol.

We went to the general store, where I was able to introduce mum and Nathan, and mum and Mr. Barton, it was kinda funny how I did it though.

We walked in the door and like usual he was stalking shelves, without saying a word, I walked up to him tapped him on the back. He turned around and I grabbed him close and planted one right on his lips and began to french. Mum although I couldn't see her, I am sure she was rolling her eyes.

We broke it up about a minute or two, mum was getting impatient tapping her foot.

"Those two are always at it" said Mr. Barton chuckling, suppose he was starting to get used to our showing of public effection for one another.

Mr. Barton walked towards mum from behind the counter, and tried to take mums hand to gently shake it, though mum was aprehensive, letting a stranger take her hand.

"Shy one eh, thats ok, lots of city folk come around here. I am Mr. Barton the owner of this fine establishment. Proud to say this stud, is my son Nathan" said Mr. Barton greeting mum cheerfully.

"I am Lillian, Ms. Fletcher. Havent had it changed yet, still technically married to my first husband. This is My so...daughter Morwen" replied mum apprehensively, but attempting being socialble giving a sly smile as she turned her head looking at me.

"It is mighty nice to meet you Lillian, I was beginning to think the other lady was the mother of this young lady, but I see she takes her good looks after you" replied Mr. Barton making mum blush from the compliment.

Mum was feeling a little embaresed and out of place and decided to quicken us up.

"We actually came to get some napkins" stated mum a little too loudly, making it so Nathan pulled away, luckily Mark was outside coersing with all the ladies asking for a date that pretty much circled around him as if waiting for an autograph.

"I, she has yet to be in here for them, I always thought she got them somewhere else" replied Mr. Barton embaressed as most men are when confronted with the situation.

"Um, well she is a bit of a late bloomer in that department" said mum trying to get me used to this kind of shopping adventure.

"Well right this way ma'am" Mr. Barton said, guiding mum and I to the second last Isle fron the back.

"Thank you, sir" replied mum, as she coerced him off, which he was more than happy to get out of the isle who walked away faster than the road runner on the highway down below.

Mum embarresed me during the entire shopping trip saying what about this one, or how about that one, or I use these ones. How I just wanted to die, especially since she made sure she said it loud enough for the entire town to hear. If I could I probably would have gagged her, or tapped her mouth shut or something but being in a public place wasn't a bright idea.

We purchased what I needed and left though I walked faster out that store then I ever have in my life.

Chapter 36

The following day I sent Ginny back home with a clear loss of memory over the last weeks events. I had been completely sick to my stomach, and everyone seemed to get on my nerves, and everything. Mum said it was normal, though I didn't believe her nore did I care to, I was still ticked with her from the incident at the store, I felt like I might have lost Nathan.

Mark has been acting like a horn-dog lately, trying to get every girl as if there some freakin trophy. Then today was horrible.

I came out of my room for breakfast, after crying allnight. In my pink floral pajamas, and messy hair held back by a pink headband. Aleeda made my favourite, blueberry pancakes. She sat down with us and said at breakfast

"I want you two to get dressed, then go into town and see your mum and Richard, they have something to discus with you two." stated Aleeda.

After breakfast we did what we were told, I put on my pink strappy heals and pink sundress, and two pink barrets one on each side of my head. With no more than a little bit of perfume I was off to go. Mark took one of my potions without asking, I keep telling him to make his own, and he keeps taking mine, grr. I grabbed one of the extras out of my purse that was on the counter and threw it on the floor, disapearing in pink smoke.

I arrived behind the ice-cream parlour in town, and walked the rest of the two blocks to McDuggles's Bed & Breakfast.

I walked inside and up the staires and down the hall on the 3rd floor to room 12, I knocked.

"Come in" said mum from behind the door.

I walked inside and sat down femininly tucking under my skirt and crossing my legs.

"So what do you want to see us for" I asked looking from Mark to mum.

"Well sweety, I want to know rather you would like to move here into this town, or come back home to Kitchener" replied mum.

"If it was up to me stay here" I replied

"I miss the city, though I like the country girls" replied Mark making mum give him a horrible look.

"Well thats three against one" said mum, with a happy grin.

"So we will leave then tommorrow to get packed" said Richard looking at Mark and then at mum, who continued with "Thenpick you and Derek up in 3 weeks after you two find a place" looking at mum and me.

I wanted to smack him, can't wait to get rid of the asswhole. I really hate feeling meshed with emotions, can't wait for the break.

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Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this.

Synopsis: Derek a very bright young man, is a very unique individual. Who happens to possess extraordinary abilities, from family genetics. But the most unique thing about him is that he is a transgender girl, and happens to be a Witch and a Gypsy and the first Witch and Gypsy in her family tree in several hundreds of years. As soon as one problem occurs and is nearly fixed another comes Derek's now Morwen's way.

Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this.

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Chapter 37
 
Mark and Richard left before I got up, must have been early morning, though it's funny all they had to do was ask and I would have given them a transportation potion, but no Richard is like some kind of upgrade between a Darren Stevens and Archie Bunker, so they decided to do it the mortal way, take a 8 perhaps 9 hour drive, then an 8 to 9 second travel, weird I tells ya, it's like some Mortals, have such backward ideas.

My studies were put on hold for a few days while mum and I looked at potential living arrangements, checking out roughly 6 a day, though mum also wanted to check out schools within the area, ger! like she can't tell such ‘learning establishments' are not meant for me. The last time I went to school, I nearly got caught moving the clock hands faster to ring time, not realizing that I was moving the main clock, so every clock turned. Or even the times, that school tried to hurt me messing with my mind, I knew more than they were talking about, teaching me in 8th grade mythology, hello! I knew like so much more than them, then they failed me, I wanted to get them good, and I was mad. So what happens, the globe in the front of the class caught fire, I was lucky to have not stated the next inquisition.

We checked out this rundown two-story English style grey brick cottage. It had 4 bedrooms, a decent sized kitchen/dining room with old fashion stove (wood burning you'd see at a pioneer village) 2 bathrooms and a small living room with a beautiful fireplace. It was an open house so when we were finished looking around except for the basement, leave that for the men neither of us like the horror of the basement. We walked next door, where the caretakers lived to ask them the rental price, and elderly man answered the door as I could see a elderly lady on her rocker through the door.

"May I help you ladies" asked the man.

"Um, yes please! My dau..daughter and I were looking at the house next-door, it said on the sign that a Mr. Grant is the one to talk to about rental possibilities" asked mum nervously.

"Oh yes, that house I could show you around if you like" replied the man.

"That won't be necessary, we already had a look around, we were wondering what the rental agreement is" I said cutting mum off before she could speak.

"Oh! Well it's all inclusive just water and hydro, and the renters take care of the property" replied the man.

"What about the price, sir?" I asked, mother giving me an awing look.

"Well it's $900 a month for rental, $1200 a month for rent to own, or 130 grand for sale" replied the man.

I gave him a look that pretty much said ‘a little steep' which caused him to haggle a bit with me, "Well what were you looking to do; rent, rent to own, or buy my dear" looking at me.

"Well I was thinking, rent though rent to won sounds good however, your prices are more than double the economical rates of the area and structural design and size, especially according to last months real estate catalogue" I answered.

"Oh! Well, I take it you have your eyes on a career in real estate then" asked the man stunned.

"Not exactly, I have my eyes on either being a teacher so to say, and or a stay at home mother in time" I answered giggling. "I just always enjoyed reading the real estate booklets, dream house searching, it's a girl thing" I said smiling and giggling.

The man stepped out from behind the door, and shut the door standing in front of us. The man gave me a look, and smile saying "how about 500 a month for rent, or 950 rent to own?"

"That sounds good, but we will need heating to, winter is going to be coming in a few months, before that it will be getting colder, especially here up north eh" I replied.

"Well I don't know what I can do about that, the only central heating in the house is the two fireplaces and 3 potbelly stoves" replied the man.

I thought for a minute and said "How about wood, I can do the deweeding, and my brother Mark can cut your grass every two weeks during the spring, summer and fall as long as it isn't raining or snowing, for free wood" I replied.

The man looked thoughtful for a moment and then reached out his hand, I shook it followed shyly by mum. He chuckled and said "Young lady you have a heck of a salesmanship, so what would it be though eh!"

I looked at mum and I heard her say ‘be nice to own my own home' in her head.

"Rent to own" I answered with a smile.

"Really! Good, good, come inside and we can sign the papers" said the man enthusiastically.

We entered the house, it was old person style, floral wall paper, antiques galore and lots of doylies. The old lady in the rocker was asleep, she looked to be in her late 60's early 70's.

We sat in the kitchen that was very similar to the house we were signing for. Mum crossed all her T's, dotted all her I's, dated, read, and everything you should do though I helped a lot. I think I acted as a muse to mum, she was smiling, which I think was for the though of owning her own place in about 10 years time. By that time, I might be married with kids of my own with my future husband ‘wonder if it's gonna be Nathan, who knows; love finds a way to the future'.

We took perhaps 3 hours with all the paperwork, when mum and I were done we shook hands, and then left saying "good bye for now".

"Well, I don't know how you did it young lady, but you were wonderful" stated mum with pride, glee, thankfulness, and all the other feelings bundled within her from the excitement that made me blush.

"Oh mum you have no idea! I am a woman of many talents" I replied giggling.

Mum rolled her eyes and we walked on. We went back to town and went to city hall to set up everything we would need, by getting the number and addresses for the hydro company, telephone company, cable company and all the others, mum even got to my horror the information for the educational facilities within the area.
 
 
In two weeks time we got a place, set up the house workings, and unfortunately mum did get the registration papers for us though they needed birth records, past school records etc. Mum wasn't sure what to do, but I knew what to do, though I wasn't sure when to do it so I went taking mum with me by my special traveling to Halifax, Canada's paranormal capital. We walked for a little bit down main street, coming to what looked to be a rather small business complex, with the letters MPS (Magical priorities society) walking in we met with the secretary at her desk, who gave us forms to sign out. We took seats in the waiting room, and I filled out the sheets as they were wrote in a mixture of old Gaelic and Latin, so mum couldn't read it.

Within an hour in a half's time, a rather tall woman came out wearing a black half robe half business skirt suit and black office heals.

"Morwen Angora-Fletcher" called out the woman, as if there was more than us here.

Mum and I got up, and we walked over to her who ushered us inside.

"Please sit down" said the woman hospitably.

We sat down on fancy black leather chairs, that looked to be from the renaissance.

"What can I do for you ladies today" asked the woman politely.

I gave her the details on how I needed, birth records, past schooling etc changes.

"Sure thing, so you would like legal name change done, records to show you as you through the past..." said the woman.

"Yes please, and for my brother too if you can" I replied.

The woman looked at me, and said "Where is your brother can he be summoned at the moment?"

"He is in Kitchener packing up at our old home with my step father, you can summon him, sure" I replied.

The woman took off the top of a ceramic bottle, and grabbed some powders throwing them on the floor beside her on her left side. With a puff of grey smoke, Mark appeared in the room perplexed.

"Mark Fletcher I presume" said the woman with a smile.

"Yes! Where am I?" responded Mark confused.

The woman looked at him and asked him to take a seat. Mark sat beside left of me, mum was sitting at the right of me.
 
 
"I hear, you need status changes" replied the woman questioningly.

I filled Mark in with my mind, who responded with the question with a nod.

"Very well! Please show me the originals" said the woman brightly.

Mum dug in her purse and took out our birth certificates, handing them to the woman shyly.

"Hmm, ok! Would you two like to resume your old family name of the last resigning craft member" asked the woman.

"I don't know what the old name was ma'am" I replied curiously.

The woman looked at me with a smile and then at mum, "What is your mother's mother's maiden name Ms. Fletcher"

"I believe Smith" answered mum somewhat scared.

The woman got up and walked to the filing cabinet. And dug around for a few minutes caring a an old tattered scroll. She sat down at her desk in her chair, took off the ribbon, and opened it. She looked at the genealogy on the scroll for nearly a half hour before coming to a name.

"Meghan Felicity Hearth, married changing her name to Smite, died December 17th 1368, mother of 12 Morgana's land, village Valley Larraley, hidden in nearby forest, member of the Dragora clan, sibling to 8, second youngest daughter, third youngest child, death from hunger" stated the woman.

"Hearth" I said abruptly.

"I will keep my last name, I owe it to dad" replied Mark.

Mum nodded in agreement.

"So it shall be formally you were Derek Joseph Fletcher, then Morwen Annette Angora-Fletcher; You are hereby known as Morwen Annette Hearth, please sign your name" stated the woman handing me a quill.

I signed my name and handed mum the quill who marked her approval. The woman then looked at Mark.

"Formally, you were Mary Anne Fletcher, you are now hereby known as Mark Anthony Fletcher, please sign your name" stated the woman handing Mark the quill as the same process was to be done.

We signed all sorts of forms and papers before leaving the office. We collected all changed documents with the secretary and we left.

"Oh I got to get back home you two, Richards probably going nuts wondering where I am, catch you's later" said Mark picking out of his pocket a vile, and throwing it onto the ground disappearing in a blue fire that engulfed him.

‘Well its about time he made his own' I thought to myself.
 
Chapter 38
 
Mum and I spent the next week fixing the place up, painting, sweeping, dusting, vacuuming, washing and everything else. Mum was having trouble doing some things so I would let her rest a lot and do much myself, mostly I was at the house and she was at the hotel, seems how the furniture and stuff hasn't come yet.

Mum and I decided that we would show up a day early, to help and pack up at the old house and come back the same way, my way. I think mum is getting used to it, who wouldn't right, no carjams or stop signs and lights.

"Mark!" I yelled from my old room.

Mark came running in, "Ya, what's up sis?" he asked.

"You want my old clothes?" I replied holding up some of my old boys clothes.

"Sure thanks, don't mind packing them for me though do ya eh?" answered Mark smirking.

"Sure no problem" I said.

I threw the clothes in boxes and took a marker and wrote ‘Marks clothes, no longer my crap' and folded the seams of the box at the top.

I was done packing, I took one last tiny box about the size of a typical shoebox, and placed it on the bed. I turned around and held my hands out to the stack of boxes and chanted.

Lot of might
packages galore
size in numbers
reduce it
by little more

The stack of boxes by the boxes shrunk laid on the floor, each box with stuff the size no more than a ring box. Taking each which it's weight was by far the same as before but which the size was different only. I put them all in the shoebox, and put on the top of the box.

I levitated the box as it was far to heavy to carry, to the moving truck, which I labeled the box ‘My stuff' in a bright pink colored marker.

Mark came out with the rest of his stuff, followed by Richard and then by mum.

Mark put his stuff in the back. We hugged and said our good byes.

"Well we'll see you later at home" I said hugging Mark, giving him the address on a ripped sheet of paper "drive safe" waving goodbye.

Mark looked at the address:

1741 Maple rd west, RR8, Algonquin County.

Mark then gave the address to Richard, and hopped in the truck. Mum and Richard pecked for a short moment and then entered into the drivers seat, and closed the door. Mum and I waved as they drove off.

"So what are we going to be doing while there gone" asked mum as she knew it would only take a few seconds for us to get back, though they wouldn't be there for perhaps another 8 hours or more.

"Back to school shopping I suppose" I said hoping beyond a doubt.
 
 
"I suppose, doesn't sound bad to me" mum replied semi-eagerly.

Mum and I went to the mall wasn't that far away, we took a bus, as I only brought a few transportation potions, got to save them as I am running out.

We went to Walmart, wasn't my favorite of choices but it will do, we only got the essentials unfortunately, no clothes from here, as it wouldn't fit in to my new surroundings back home. We got, pencils, pens, papers, notebooks, book bags, and so much more of the stuff for your normal day at school. When we were done mum and I left the mall and walked in the alley behind the shops where no one was and did the travel disappearing in the cloud of pink smoke.

We ended up back in my new room, It had little floral wallpaper all around, the doorway was a dark brown, just as the door, the knobs were at least 50 years old, brass, with a skeleton key hole, which luckily I had the key to. There was a potbelly stove in one corner, and two windows which frames matched the doors. There was two other doors one that lead to a small walk in closet, and another that lead to the bathroom that Mark and I would share as there was a two way entrance, one to my bedroom the other to marks bedroom. I was so going to go to a few second hand stores and look for some antique looking furniture for my room as it would suite it grand. I hope for sure to find a canopy bed, perhaps dark red maple. Some boxes of my stuff were already here from Aleeda's, so soon I would unpack.

Mark and Richard showed up a couple of hours later, I think the traffic was bad, or he hit the brake more than the gas. We spent the better part of the weekend setting the house up, arranging everything to suite our tastes, I especially had fun with my room.

I found what I was looking for to an extent, a whole antique bedroom suite all in a heavy black oak, and brass handles. It cost a pretty penny, though it was worth it, I traded my old bedroom suite for it and paid a couple hundred on top, no big deal it was a good bargain. I got a dresser, a wardrobe, and a queen size canopy bed.

We had less than a week to school now, and I wasn't looking forward to it one bit.
 
Chapter 39
 
I was up at 6 in the morning so I could be ready for my first day at Algonquin Secondary School, although it wasn't a private facility, it had a uniform regulation. I was dressed in a black, blue and white plaid skirt, white blouse and a blue vest with black hems with the school crest on the left hand side, and a black and blue cross over tie. I had on a black strap uniform shoes with a two inch heal over my white silk stockings that were supported by my garter belt, my nails that were among regulation, I decided to paint a mild pink shade which had grown a lot over the summer now being a quarter inch longer than my finger tips. My hair was supported by a blue headband, though it was parted down the center. I also wore my dangle pearl earrings, with my face painted with only a mild dose of makeup, and my lips perfectly glossed with a few shades of pink. When I finished getting dressed I grabbed my jacket and my purse after all it has started t get a little chilly up here.

Walking down the stairs Mark was already ready and dressed, I had been so busy I missed breakfast, so I grabbed a Pop-Tart, the nice strawberry one. I went to the downstairs closet and grabbed my book-bag, I gave mum a kiss on the cheek and left saying "See you later" Mark already racing to the bus down the street.

Mark wasn't going to the same school as me he was going to the other town to school, Sarnia Pre-highschool, don't know the name of it, but he is lucky he doesn't have to wear a bloody uniform.

Nathan and his dad waited patiently in there red SUV parked in our parking lot for me. Seeing me Nathan got out and opened the back door for me, I got in he closed the door and walked around to the other side taking a seat next to me.

‘Hmm' thought Mr. Barton who replied "No funny business now eh!" which made me giggle and Nathan went red, he blushes a lot.

"No worries Mr. Barton, he knows better than taking the backseat for granted" I said "I ain't that kind of girl"

Mr. Barton looked at me questioningly then pleased in the mirror. "Fair enough my dear, just behave Nathan" stated Mr. Barton with an all knowing eye.

Nathan looked great, though different in his uniform. He was wearing blue dress pants, white dress shirt, blue and black vest and a black and blue tie, his vest also having the school crest on the left hand side. He was also wearing black loafers, and white formal socks. His hair was combed back with a side parting.

It was about a 20 minute drive, we pulled in around 8:30 in the morning, and Nathan got out and was a very kind gentleman opening and closing doors as usual. We said our thanks and goodbyes to Mr. Barton and walked inside the school. There were tables and so forth around the foyer as we walked in.

Nathan stayed with me so I could get all my stuff I had to get at the table marked ‘H-k'.

"Name please" said the teacher operating the booth.

"Morwen Hearth" I replied with a smile.

The teacher looked through her files, and then pulled out a tan colored file saying "Hearth, Morwen Annette" handing me the file.

I moved aside and she said "Next!"

I opened my file and read my schedule while waiting in line with Nathan

Instrumental: Fiddle-beginners...8:45-10:00
Mathematics.............................10:05-11:20
English.....................................11:25-12:40
Lunch Break............................12:40-1:15
World History...........................1:15-2:30
Home Economics.....................2:35-3:25
Extra Curricular.......................3:30-4:30

"Name please" said the teacher at the booth without looking up.

"Nathan Barton" replied Nathan.

The teacher looked up, "Ah my boy! How are you, good summer eh" responded the teacher enthusiastically.

"Yes the best I ever had actually" said Nathan matter-of-factly giving a look over at me "Thanks for asking Mr. Green"

"Well, well! You finally stepped out of yer shell eh, about time I dare say" replied Mr. Green with a smirk "You planning to try out on the team this year?"

"Planning on it, though I may keep Morwen here company as she is new, in her extra curricular activity if she gets around to choosing one that is" giving a smirk thinking I didn't notice, though I replied by sticking my tongue out at him.

"Very good, indeed! Well it was great seeing ya kid! Here's yer file, hope to see ya later" replied Mr. Green handing Nathan the folder.

Nathan and I walked outside for a breather from the stifling crowd, and handed me his schedule.

Physical Education..8:45-10:00
Mathematics..........10:05-11:20
Agriculture.............11:25-12:40
Lunch Break...............12:40-1:15
Adv-Business Studies...1:15-2:30
Home Economics..........2:35-3:25
Extra curricular.............3:30-4:30

"Yay, we got two classes and lunch together" I said enthusiastically.

"Really!" replied Nathan curious.

"Ya! Home-Ec and Math" I replied gleefully.

"Home-Ec, you sure maybe it was a typo" Nathan stated defensively.

I looked at Nathan realizing maybe his pride was hurt, after all it is considered a more female dominated course.

"It's ok sweety, in this course we can practice being married a little, trust me it'll be worth it, and besides a man who can take care of the home is a man that most girls hunt for, especially me" I said which raised his spirits.

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To Be Continued...

 
Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this.

Synopsis: Derek a very bright young man, is a very unique individual. Who happens to possess extraordinary abilities, from family genetics. But the most unique thing about him is that he is a transgender girl, and happens to be a Witch and a Gypsy and the first Witch and Gypsy in her family tree in several hundreds of years. As soon as one problem occurs and is nearly fixed another comes Derek's now Morwen's way.

Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this.

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Chapter 40

Nathan and I kissed for like several minutes that seemed like seconds before we were interrupted by the PA system "All students and faculty please finish sign in and enter the gymnasium, we are about ready to start the back to school assembly, assembly will begin in 10 minutes!"

Our embrace ended, and we began to walk to the gymnasium, it was awfully a long walk to the gymnasium. I was stared at by all the girls and boys or at least most of them, hearing some of them say stuff like, "Who is she?!"

"Oh! Nathan won't go out with any of us but he will for a red head!"

"Look at her guys, wouldn't mind a piece of that!"

Although I liked the envy al a little bit, I couldn't help but feel like a mannequin being eyed by everyone each having something to say about me critical, nice, and all some of them I wanted to bop in the head.

The Gymnasium was huge, there were at least a thousand seats waiting for the rears of students and faculty facing the stage. Nathan and I took the 8th Isle seat right on the corner. We talked for a while waiting for the assembly to begin. Once it began, we hushed Nathan had his left arm wrapped around my waist around back and I had my right around him in the same place.

"Welcome students to the 2003-2004 year here at Algonquin Secondary School, or what you kids these days like to call Algonquin High I am your principle Mr. Watson...You will each be handed a rules and regulations book upon returning to your home-rooms ...after lunch we will have the extra curricular booths set up for all of your sign ups, remember everyone, it is mandatory to have at least one extra curricular activity, all morning you will have shortened classes so you can go to al of them in the morning today, school today will let out at 3:30...Now that everything is established you may all go to your home-rooms" spoke Mr. Watson.

Nathan walked me to my Home-room, and then we parted ways with a long embracing kiss, that made many girls giggle at the site of us as they walked by.

"Well it is about time young lady please take a seat" said a grey haired woman as I entered the class who had obviously watched Nathan and mines embrace in the halls.

"Thank you ma'am" I replied blushing with glee, taking a seat 3rd in the 3rd row.

I will not bore you with the mornings events as they were the same, fill out papers listen to teachers babble on, and then start it all again in five minutes at the next class.

The funny part was though that I was asked by almost every teacher and some students when I immigrated here, I of course told them that I was born and lived here my whole life and no one believed me. They said I had a very strong Irish accent. I suppose from learning Gaelic and Latin, spending time with Irish travelers (Irish Gypsy's) it was something that must have happened, after all they say you progress with your surroundings, right!

Nathan and I were eating lunch together. I asked him "Do I have an accent?"

Nathan looked at me like are you crazy "Yes! I thought you knew, It sounds Irish right?"

"No! I didn't know, is it bad" I asked.

"No! It is really exotic, I love it on you" replied Nathan who pulled me into yet another kiss.

The cafeteria erupted in whistles and whoop whoops and so forth by those that saw us, it was kinda embarrassing.

The Afternoon went well I picked a few extra curricular, this school had more interesting things to do then any other school I was at. I signed up as a peer counselor, fencing, and chess club. Nathan signed up with fencing too to be with me, and the hockey team.

After school, Mr. Barton picked us up and drove me home. I spent a couple of hours on my homework. Then I was called down for dinner.

It was nothing all that special, just hamburger helper.

"So how was your day Morwen?" mum asked, Richard shaking his head at my feminine name being called to attention.

"It was good, Nathan and I made out like at least a dozen times, I have a great schedule, signed up for 3 extra curricular, you know Nathan and I have Home-Ec, math and fencing together" I answered in a dreamy state of excitement.

Mum looked at me, this was the first time I had ever took an interest in extra curricular activities yet alone sign up for any especially three. She never saw me like this when I was Derek in her eyes, never so giddy, dreamy or even happy like this...the thoughts in mum head were soon ended by an unfriendly outburst.

"So you are turning that boy gayer and gayer eh, what's next a fashion class too. Home-Ec is for girls and fairy's, you fit in it but does he what did you do, your voodoo to get him in the class with you so you two can play house" stated Richard furiously rude.

I was now getting completely angry, the fan in the kitchen dining room we were in began to spin, though it wasn't on, and then it began to shake.

"He is all man Richard, more than I could say about you" I said out of anger.

Richard got up and said "What did you say to me!"

"I said, he is more than a man than you!" I replied angrily smug.

SMACK! "Richard!" SMACK! "Stop it! Stop it! Get off of her! I said get off of her, now!!!" mum said repeating herself over and over again while Richard made an example of me.

The trauma of the beating, caused me to black out, after I heard a crash on the floor and breaking of glass around the room.

Chapter 41

I woke up in my bed traumatized, deeply traumatized mumbling incoherently, my psychokinetic energy shaking everything around my room and some things around the house from the very trauma. Mum although scared was by my bedside though Mark was no where to be found.

Mum was holding a cloth to my forehead, and patting my head with her hand. "It'll be ok sweety, he's gone now mark is out finding him, but don't worry he will get what he deserves" said mum soothingly yet worrying.

She was trying not to let on what Mark is totally up to. Mark had gone to the clan at the park to get all the guys together, Nathan was with him, as he was coming around about the time that Mark left, who was filled in. Both Mark and Nathan wanted Justice, though first they wanted to repay the favor so-to-say.

Mum's right eye was darkly bruised, and she had a split lip. I fell back to sleep aching in pain, with exhaustion was overtaking me.

I woke up in the middle of the night, I could tell as I looked at my window where the dark sky showed the many pokadots of stars glistening in the sky. Mum must have been in her room as I was left alone, I got out of bed and grabbed my pink fluffy robe and put it on tying the sash around my waist. I walked out of my room and down the hall to the room straight from the stairs and knocked, not getting an answer I opened the door, and mum was not there in fact her bed looked as if it hadn't been slept in as the sheets were still made properly on the bed.

I walked down stairs limp-footed as I was still in sever pain. At the bottom of the stairs hanging in front of me was a mirror, looking back at me I looked a fright. My eyes and areas around my eyes were meshed with different colors of bruises, my lips had cuts and were puffy, my chin was black and blue and my forehead had a huge bump and bruising of a dark purple and cloudy red. I didn't even give care for my messy hair as what I saw as what is of my face, horrified me to no end, and I broke down crying, and crying and crying some more. The tears touching my bruises made me hurt even more, as the skin was very sensitive, raw and extremely sore.

Mum and Mark had walked back in with me huddled on the floor in a fetal position. The lights flickering on and off dimmer to dimness. Mum coming to the floor to pull me up.

"Sweety, get up. Everything will be ok, what's the matter" said mum concerned.

I got up with her help "Look at me, why did he do that?" I replied in tears and pain.

"Because he is a man, that's what they do" replied mum trying to calm me down by a hug.

Mark stood there not knowing what to say until he heard that "Not all men, mum some are good like me!"

Mum looked at Mark who had a bandaged hand, and some bruises on his face to, couldn't help but stifle a giggle. "You are still you fathers son though mark, give it time it starts with chivalry then becomes attacking, violent, and just the total opposite" stated mum.

"Well I won't be like that, especially not to my sister, she did a hell of a lot for me, I wouldn't be who I am today if it wasn't for her" said Mark, smiling making me smile though it hurt like heck to smile.

"Would you like to go to the hospital, sweety?" mum asked.

"No! I may be healed back up by tomorrow or slightly later, don't need the press around, wondering how I can heal fast" I answered abruptly.

"Where is Richard?" I asked

"He is in the hospital for now, but he will be brought to prison in a couple of days, the officer will let us know when the hearing will be" answered mum with a slight smirk, though she couldn't help feel remorse for the man she has some love for whom she spent countless years with. It made her feel sick that she had some love for him, the man that beat her children, and then her.

"What happened to him?" I asked.

Mum and Mark looked at one another and then mum spoke up again "ask your brother sweety".

"What happened?" I asked Mark looking at him and his bandaged hand and bruised and cut face.

"We gave him what he deserved, a bunch of us hunted him down to the bar in town, a bunch of us guys Walter, and Malcolm, Nathan and his dad, a few more from the clan..." said Mark with pride "Some of the guys at the bar tried to protect him so we got in a brawl, but once we told them what he had done most of them stopped beating on us and helped us by beating him and his no good friends up, even the bar keeper helped beat the living crap out of him..." Mark smirked and smiled with pride sounding excited "So now the Bastard is in ICU, handcuffed to his bed with guard always keeping watch of him. You actually got it pretty easy, then what became of him, bloody funny it is we beat him up so bad he was crying like a little girl in pain begging us to stop!" mark really relished his victory.

"You shouldn't have done that, it makes you as bad as he" I said feeling sympathy for him.

"I did it for you though, I thought you'd be as happy as me" replied Mark a little hurt.

"I may have been yes, but you shouldn't have done it, maybe its a girls perspective, but beating on him with perhaps twenty or more people against on or a couple extra, isn't really chivalrous, it sounds brutal, and it makes you the same as he is if not worse, its the many after the few" I said "I thank you for trying to do something nice, but next time try to put forgiveness beside revenge" I stated.

Mark looked at me hurt and confused then said "Ok! I will try your way next time, but I couldn't help it was just growing inside me and had to take care of him for what he did to you my mind was blocked, I had to act at that moment" replied Mark.

"I know, it's not your fault, if I was in your shoes I probably would have done the same thing, though I don't know, lets drop it ok" I said Mark nodding in agreement and walked upstairs to bed.

"How are you though mum, baby still ok?" I asked.

"Yes, I think so he only got my face" replied mum.

"Good, should go to bed though you look pretty tired" I replied.

"Yes! You too sweety, lets get you back upstairs" Mum replied "So what other courses and EC's are you taking?" asked mum.

I filled mum in on our way upstairs, and she tucked me in and kissed my forehead which stung when she did that, turning off the light and walked out of my room closing my door saying "Have a good nights sleep" I repeated a half moan before falling asleep.

Chapter 42

I went to school the following day, beyond everyone's better judgement, I put some mugwort on my face before my shaving that morning, to get rid of the bruises on my face. I then showered and powdered, dressed in a light pink bra and panty set, and then my uniform. I put my hair up, in a blue and white headband. I then put on a little over more than I usually do of makeup, because the bruises had gone down a lot though not enough as there were still some heavily dark marks still on my skin.

I was picked up by Nathan and Mr. Barton again. We drove in silence for most of the way, I was running everything from last night in my head, backwards and forwards and then blurted out "Do you think I am turning you gay?"

"What! NO! How on earth can you say that! Oh course not that's absurd, there is nothing wrong if someone wants to be that but no absolutely not me" replied Nathan. "Who put such a silly thought like that in your head?"

"Richard, right before..." I said being cut off.

"Richard is an idiot, he proved that last night when he beat you and thought he could get away with it" stated Nathan abruptly.

I didn't know what to think, I was confused again in my life. I wanted to kiss Nathan but held back, not anting to make such a scene that could be of harm to him, not wanting to change him, not wanting to instill pain like what I got. Maybe Richard was right, maybe I am, maybe Nathan is like him, Maybe Nathan will turn out to be like what mum said ‘it starts out with chivalry' then ‘turns to the opposite' ‘vengeful, attacking etc' I don't want to be like that I want him to be him, the man I love, but I don't want that to effect him. I don't know what to do, what to think, and so forth, feeling stuck in a pit of unknown knowledge.

My morning classes were ok, though there was plenty of gossip going on and points and stares at me. I didn't pay much attention in class though mum made sure that the school was sympathetic over the reason why just in case so they let it pass.

When it came time for my Home-Ec class I was a little more alert. Nathan and I looked at each other here and there, I wanted to kiss him, I wanted to feel his arm around me. I repelled though so as not to disturb him any more than I already have. It was then that I realized it is not him, it is not me, it is morons like that Richard who think by doing something out of normality is what makes a person change in the worst ways such as doing feminine dominated roles can turn a manly man into a soft, frail person that many like to think means gay, queer, homosexual, sissy, the horrible names that make up societies differences just so others can be subjected to horrible abuse and sufferings. I quiet frankly was tired of it, and without thinking raised my hand.

"Miss Hearth?" asked the Mrs. Blossom, a kind heavy looking short lady with dark brown permed hair.

"May I please be excused, I have to settle something and it can't wait" I said.

"Miss Hearth, I am in the middle of a lesson can it weight for after school" replied Mrs. Blossom a little irritated.

"Sorry ma'am but it can't I must do it now or I may never be able to" I replied.

"Well what is so important to interrupt and skip out of my class?" asked Mrs. Blossom.

"Last night! Ma'am, it must be put to rest and never have it happen again" I answered.

"Well I think it can wait for after class" said Mrs. Blossom turning back to address the class to continue her lecture.

I was irritated now, she was being a bitch. I took my purse, and took out a cloth and wiped away my makeup. I then stood up and looked at Mrs. Blossom right in the face and said "If you can't let me settle this right now honorably, I will leave here right now dishonorably!"

Many of the students gasped at the sight of my face. Some even started sobbing and crying by the look of me.

"Fine Miss. Hearth, you may leave. J-Just don't interrupt my class again for something so frivolous" said Mrs. Blossom, trying not to show she didn't like the looks of my face and the thought of how it had happened.

I left the room, and headed for the bathroom, taking out my transportation potion and threw it on the ground disappearing in a cloud of pink smoke.

I arrived in the parking lot at the hospital in Ottawa, the same one that I had been to when I was run over. I entered the building and went right to the secretary.

"Where is ICU ma'am" I asked.

Down the hall there for three corridors, and turn right and walk another four corridors, there will be two swinging doors right down the hall, that's ICU" answered the secretary.

I entered the ICU in maybe another five minutes or more, and asked to see the prisoner from last night. Seeing my face she knew of the event and although risking her job pointed to a curtain covered room.

I pulled the curtain open which I was apprehended by a police officer, and was told I was not to be here.

"I need to say my final words to him, he did this to me and I have every right to approach my attacker" I orderly said.

The officer looked at me and relented, "fine but you only get four minutes!"

The officer walked off to let me be with him alone.

"Wake up you sick bastard!" I yelled, causing him to wake up in haste.

"What who are you, what do you want?" asked Richard confused.

"Oh! Don't remember who I am under all these bruises eh?" I said spitefully.

"Derek! God what the hell are you doing here, you sick freak. Get out of here and leave me alone!" responded Richard rudely.

"You listen here and listen good, this is the last time we will talk where you will be living" I said causing Richard to open his mouth but before he could talk I cut him off.

"You hurt me, mum and Mark. You made a mockery out of our lives. You nearly did far more worse than you could ever have know, not to mention you should be arrested and thrown in the clink for dear life. You say I am a freak so you go around and beat the crap out of me, you try to teach me bigoted views. Tell me I am turning my boyfriend gay, you tell me it is wrong for me to be a girl, and then you beat me up. For starters you are going to learn what it is like in prison all your bigoted views are going to come and hit you in the ass, sometimes rape does happen in the clink, it's funny actually you were once the big man of the house and when you get to the big house you are going to be a wife to a man of the big-house. People like you don't deserve special treatment and I am sick to death of your creepy ideas about how everyone should be alike and do what you say, it is ridiculous"

"So from now on except when we see you in trial, it will be the last time. You shall not have any contact with us ever again. If I even see a sight of hair of you, I will do much worse to you than Derek ever could have, is that understood" I demanded.

Richard was in a state of shock and denial, though he managed a single a yes with his head.

I then stormed out of the hospital and traveled back home for the night.

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Synopsis: Morwen a witty girl, who happens to have once been a boy lives day to day with a rather unique life. She is a Witch and a Gypsy. Lifes never the easiest for Morwen, even with her powers that gives her simplicities in it.
 
 
A smile came to my face, though a frown poured on Nathan's. I took my hand. Put my palm to his chin and raised it and said "turn that frown upside down hun, I have something that will brighten that mood of yours!"

"What can..." replied Nathan before I cut him off.

"I am a witch!"

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Chapter 43
 
The month went by quiet slowly, I got extra help from the clan with my Fiddle homework practicing. My fencing skills were adapting relatively fast, especially with Nathan there, I know its a little wrong to think but it's funny, It is like the best way to actually get rid of your anger and instill passion at the same time, plus the rigorous activity really helps to keep you thin and makes you extra flexible in some areas. You even learn some amazing defensive moves, like not everything in fencing is done by the sword, sometimes you can do what others say is ‘playing dirty' and that is jabbing, kneeing, elbowing, tripping and so many other things. Our fencing teacher Mr. Montgomery, who is in his late 50's early 60's said "a good fencer is only as good as there wit and defense, that builds the skill and a good swordsman" he changed his final word though from a stare from most of the girls who raised there opinion to "sword-handler" it was okay, but it was fun to be on that side for such an argument.

Peer counseling was great, I had a lot of time to have girl talk, with shy girls. Boys hardly came in at all, guess they don't like to share there problems with us, there loss. We would talk about boyfriend problems, thoughts and actions over committing physical love, teacher problems, home problems, and sometimes personal problems.

My third level training with Aleeda was coming to an end, and she was about to go away back to Kitchener, as the clan was also about to move on. You see Gypsy's can't stay in one place for too long, it's just the way they are that's why they are known as travelers.

Even though Aleeda was leaving she had a smile on her face, I only saw her during the weekend some days for my lessons. She always had a smile, it would fade for a second when she would remind me she was leaving, though that smile would brighten up soon after.
 
 
One day I asked her "Why are you smiling so much lately?"

Aleeda looked at me and then said "Your dad and I are well engaged."

I was speechless, I should have noticed the ring on her finger was not the old one she always wore it was replaced, by a much less pricey one, of course leave a man alone to pick out an engagement ring.

"Eng...engaged! Really, Yay! Since when? When the wedding? Who's your assembly?" I asked like a chatterbox.

"Hold on girl! It was just last month, we haven't set a date yet, though we are thinking to elope around Christmas" replied Aleeda.

"Why elope?" I asked confused.

"A big wedding will remind me of my husband to much, your dad feels the same way thinking bout how your mum and him married years ago" answered Aleeda, glumly.

I thought for a minute not realizing I was talking out loud, don't you just hate that with a fiery passion "Ya! they moved real fast to get married rushed right through it hope the same thing doesn't happen to you."

Aleeda looked at me with a question in her eyes and asked "How long was there engagement for?"

I was stunned figured she was listening to my thoughts. I stuttered it out "about 5 weeks, after 2 weeks of courting."

"Ah well, at least it will beat that, eh!" said Aleeda who seemed slightly concerned "Any ways, when do you plan to get your license sweety, 16 is coming up you have to apply ya know as soon as your 3rd levels are done, then you can sign up for 4th level if you want to advance higher?!"

"Um, I don't know, perhaps sometime after All-Hollows, I was thinking on my anniversary" I replied.

"Anniversary?" asked Aleeda questionably.

"Ya! You know silly, when I first realized who I was inside" I replied excited.

"November 14th right?" asked Aleeda guessing.

"No! Silly, the 16th!" I said cheerfully.

"Ah, a good time it ill be for you" stated Aleeda "Well what's on the agenda for today sweety?"

I opened the book Aleeda gifted to me those few months ago, and went to the next page visible in the book. ‘To find the self's weakness'...
 
 
Close your eyes, picture the brightest white light,
look inside yourself to see your power,
See the possibilities of own self's weakness,
the way one may be killed, harmed, and the single most
way that you specifically are to be able to be terminated
A prophecy has its sight of birth
the weakness can only be seen by that which is prophesised.
 
 
I closed my eyes and pictured the brightest white light. I began to see glimpses; being drowned, burned alive, decapitated. I saw a unique amulet, that looked like a diamond cross form of pentacle within a diamond, I saw daemonic creatures, evil witches and wizards, sorcerers and sorceresses, warlocks. Self sacrifice, protecting my family members, giving up my life for them. Then it was what I had finally seen, a potion with my name on it locked in a pit of chaos a dark black nothingness waiting for when fate would bestow it to the reaper Grim. It was as the tag said Holly, belladonna, mandrake, rose pedals of red, and Leprechaun blood with rose thorns or white.

I came out of my trance in tears, it is hard to see yourself die, to even think of it is like scary but to see it is like the hardest thing besides love to describe.

It clicked then, I am not invincible, and will be a painted target, Derek my alter ego was the first a warning, it tried to get me by relating the part of me that was self sacrificial, it almost got me could have to, though I had a purpose, as long as I have a purpose and destiny I can't be fatally harmed, but once my destiny, my legacy is completed any dark fate may fall upon me. The only thing I know that is part of my destiny now is my daughter, to pass on to her what was past on to me, but is there anything else, what was so important of me that made that great grand mother from 600 or so years ago prophesied me on her death bed. Will I do something great, will I be savor of the world? it's these questions in life that I wish I knew, but perhaps I am not meant to know it, just do it. Maybe knowing it will cause me not to fulfill it. My head was spinning from over thinking.

I looked at the book again and more was becoming visible. ‘A Witch may die purely out of vanquish, for a Witch has immortal blood, as well as human/mortal blood. They/we are unmortal, in the in-between, we can not live forever but our life-span doesn't end purely with age, we have to die when the other side of the balance takes us upon the death of ourselves, it can only be done by another's hands such as that which was shown. Torture may kill too, and any other mortal infliction presented upon us. Our immune system is faster along with our self healing capabilities. We also have diseases and sicknesses that only can happen to our kind, though for that calling a witch doctor is of the highest priority. Self termination is incapable, as it is only mortal in thought, you can never fatally harm yourself, only at another's hands'.

Other pages began to glow underneath with a golden ray of light seaming from each page. I turned the page to find a page of documentation etc, of witch doctors. A page on amulets which showed ones for power enhancing, power blocking, power stealing etc. Pages of demons, warlocks and such, vanquishing potions and spells galore and many others that were of priority and correspondences that were revealed slightly in the lesson, the last page that glowed, said ‘Level 4', I was so surprised, I was now able to move further ahead. I thought I had at least another month of training left, but I guess I was moving faster ahead than I thought.
 
 
Chapter 44
 
"Fergus Harold" I called out from my peer counseling office.

A shy skinny boy wearing a baggy black tattered hoodie sweater and baggy jeans entered my office. His eyes covered by dark sunglasses. Taking his book bag off his shoulder and gently placing it left of his seat on the floor, sitting down rather nervously.

"How are you Fergus, nice name" I said to see if I could get a smile, not getting one from him I asked "So what brings you in today?"

"Um, well I need help?" he replied nervously.

I smiled at the shy boy, but I began to get worried by his nervousness it seemed to reflect fear and hostility, something was definitely bothering the boy, and I wanted to get to the bottom of it. I wasn't used to dealing with boys though so I had my work cut out for me.

"I will help anyway I can, but I don't know what it is that you need help with" I replied.

"I, I-I'm not right, that's what my dad says, he beats me cuz of it, I don't have a mother anymore she died when I was 10..." said Fergus starting to tear up.

I grabbed the Kleenex box off the floor, next to my seat and handed it to him. He rubbed his eyes with it as if he was going to polish the skin right off his eyelids.

"Oh my! I know how it is sweety, my step father just got arrested for doing the same thing to me. No man has any right to hurt a child, all I have to do is Talk to the head counselor and they will handle getting you away from him" I said sympathetically.

Fergus hiccupped "No! I don't want that I love my dad I don't want him to go away like mom! Please don't do that" said the boy in sorrow.

"Okay! Okay, what would you like me to help you with then?" I replied confused.

"Well, you see dad-dy doesn't understand that inside I am not what he thought I was, mom knew and she supported me, we had our moments together as..." said Fergus trailing off realizing he was about to spill the beans to someone he thought would possibly hurt him in some way or another.

It was weird I thought I felt an old feeling, but if it is what I think that feeling is then I would let him tell me himself. He started to look around the room and then asked "Is this room soundproof?"

I nodded "yes, very much so."

"Will you keep a secret if I tell you, tell you something that many especially around here thinks absurd to even think about" asked Fergus tensilely.

"Of course, our sessions are completely confidential. I am your friend poor your heart out, sweety" I replied with a smile to help to calm his nerves.

"Oh! Ok, here it is, inside I am not a boy, I am a girl. Mom called it something once it started with a T-word, but I can't remember it" said the boy weeping in his Kleenex.

"Oh!" I said, it hit home hard, I knew the feeling I didn't know what to say then for some reason, it was like hearing someone say the words you remember so well come out of someone else's mouth like a flash of recollection and dejaview and a few other things combined.

"You must think me a freak, just like my father, he loves to call me names ya know like sissy, and queer and even fairy-boy" Said Fergus, disgusted and humiliated and fearful.

"Oh, um. Sweety it is okay, I won't judge you like him I promise you that, I understand all about it, way more than you can ever believe" I said reassuring him.

"Sure, how could you understand your a girl, a real girl. It is so much more different, you have to hide it, take crap for it, and not trust anyone, and when you do they act like they know everything, like they feel the same feeling been through it themselves and what not" said Fergus rather angrily standing up from the seat, thinking of storming out.

"Fergus I understand you are angry, but believe me, I know what you are going through!" I said trying t persuade him from leaving the room.

"How! How can you know what I am going threw you are a girl, I can see it and so can everyone else!" yelled Fergus.

"Fergus! I do know..." I said when Fergus cut me off.

"You don't know, that's the point no one can..." said Fergus trying not to tear up before I cut him off.

"I know because I was once in the same spot as you Fergus, I-I was once a boy too!" I said raising my voice.

Fergus looked at me and shook his head "You are a damn liar, I tell you. How can you say you were once a boy that's stupid a boy can never look that good as a girl, not in a million years" said Fergus in disbelief.

"I was, my name at that time was Derek Joseph Fletcher, I lived in Kitchener before I came here" I said.

"Sure!" he said "And I suppose you are going to tell me your a witch to then right?!"

"Well as a matter of fact..." I said trailing off thinking to end it there.

Fergus shook his head in disbelief, then he said "Well if you are then show me some magic, come on lets see some hookus pookus!"

"Fine if it will get you to believe me then watch and watch carefully" I said.

I pointed my hand at the his sunglasses at his face a foot or two away from him, my hand looking like it was going to steal the sunglasses right off his face, and then I pulled back, the telekinetic energy pulled the glasses off of him and zipped fast right to me hand that was used for the cast.

"NO SHIT! Holy mother of pearl, what was that, that is some creepy, oh my god! No FUCKING way, this isn't real oh no, god damn it how did you do that?!" stated Fergus dumbstruck.

"I told you didn't I" I replied.

"Well ya but, holy shit that just ain't possible, it was a parlor trick or something, cause that is just, oh my god, it can't...This is just crazy it is" said Fergus he finally sat down his eyes looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"For one thing if you are going to be a lady, you better start talking like one, it isn't right to talk with a filthy mouth unless during an absolute need, most definitely not in company of others" I said trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh well, I don't know, shit..sorry that all just scared me ya know couldn't help it" replied Fergus, trying to get around to the fact that magical abilities are above all, a very part of the universe.

I tried to break the ice, and with a smile I asked, "So what name do you go by, you know your girl's name?"

Fergus looked at me and with a change of expression on his face, who seemed to glow at the question and started to form a smile said "Felicity!"

"That's a pretty name, how did that name come about?" I asked with a confirming smile.

"Mom picked it, she said it was the name she had picked for me before I was born if I had been born a girl" answered Fergus.

I looked at Fergus with a smile, holding back tears. I asked "Do you want to be a girl, and give up being a boy to everyone"

Fergus looked at me scared yet slightly confused "I don't know, I think so, but I am afraid. I know daddy won't let me. The others here at school won't let me, they'd probably set me to the asylum or something!"
 
 
I looked at him and said "I will protect you with every ounce of my power sweety, what I showed you was minimal of the minimal that I can do, I just finished my third level training, I can even effect some forms of weather, so trust me if they hurt you they will have to answer to me!"

Fergus looked at me like ‘sure you can make things fly, but the weather, come on!' knowing his thoughts I closed my eyes and in the windows behind me the sky turned dark from its light blue that it was earlier, the clouds that were white turned a darkened grey. The clear sky with nice weather turned depressing, it rained and thunder hit the grounds and sparked the sky. Fergus's eyes grew wide again, then I released the enchanted weather and sky and set it back as it was.

Opening my eyes I was at a near loss of energy, feeling drained and tired. That amount of magick was exhausting, which of course is why I don't do that enchantment often, I was tired. I did not let on though that I was tired, Fergus needed my help and I would give it to him.

"Well Felicity, believe me now!" I stated knowing full well, he was both frightened and excited at the same time by what he had seen.

"Hell ya!" replied Fergus in his mind.

"Young ladies, must speak proper. Rough words such as those are reserved only for grand situations of negative involvement" I said, looking at the clock "Oh my, our time is done, I want you to see me after school tomorrow, I will have a surprise for you ok!"

"Oh! Ok, where?" said Fergus.

"Meet me outside room 219 at 4:30" I replied

"Okay see you then, bye" replied Fergus smiling nodding his head trying to burn it into his brain.

"Good! See you tomorrow" I said and Fergus left giddy with an inability of suppressing his excitement, though he was wondering ‘Was she reading my mind? Na, can't have, but who cares!'
 
 
Chapter 45
 
I left just after the meeting with Felicity/Fergus, my superior Ms. Lynor wanted to know how everything went, and I just said "Fine!" and left with a smile.

The rest of the night I did my homework, ate dinner and had a nap for a couple of hours. I woke up by the sound of mum's voice.

"Morwen!" yelled mum again up the stairs.

"Um, um! Ya" I said waking up.

"Nathan is on the phone" replied mum up the stairs.

"Coming down!" I said running out of my room.

I ran down the stairs and took the phone from mum saying "Thank you mum, I got it now thanks."

"Hi Nathan, nice to hear your voice" I said over the phone sweetly.

"Hi to you too, are you still coming over to do our project tonight or should I come over there?" asked Nathan.

"What project?" I asked, because I couldn't remember.

"Our home-ec project...supposed to make a loaf of bread of some kind and present it to the class tomorrow" replied Nathan a little temper mental.

"Oh right, that. I completely forgot, ya why don't you come over here. Sorry, I fell asleep. When can you be here for?" I said in a rush.

"Oh ah! A couple of minutes I suppose" replied Nathan, who sounded more sure than he should have.

"A couple of minutes! How can you be here in a couple of minutes. It's a five minute drive from town!?" I stated questionably.

"Oh, well. I don't, damn. Okay Morwen we have to talk, see you in a minute or so!" stated Nathan.

I went to the Kitchen to get set up, before I opened the fridge I heard I crackling sound of electric current coming from the backyard. I looked at the window and saw nothing, going back to work setting things up, I hear a knocking at the door. I set things that are in my arms down on the marble counter, and head for the door.

Mum has beaten me to it and opened it up, welcoming Nathan into the house.

"Hi Nathan my dear boy, how are you?" asked mum.

"Okay ma'am, how about yourself" replied Nathan.

"Fine, and fat" mum replied with a humorous smile.

I walked into the foyer to join the lot. Mum left to leave Nathan and I alone.

"Can we go someplace private, we need to talk before we get to work" said Nathan.

"Sure, lets go to the garden out back" I said ushering Nathan along through the kitchen out the back door.

"Can't we go somewhere more private?" asked Nathan looking at the house next-door.

"Fine, lets go to my room then. Mum's probably sleeping again by now" I replied, retracing our steps and then up the stairs into my room closing the door along the way.

"So what is it that is so important?" I asked rather nerved.

Nathan looked at me like hell was going to break loose and said "you won't believe me if I tell you but..."

I cut him off right there and said "I will believe anything you tell me, trust me there are things I can tell you that will make your head do a 360..."

"Same here, but I love you so much I don't want to loose you and telling you this secret will cause just that" replied Nathan almost tear stricken.

"Nothing that is of deep secret you can tell me that will make me leave you, just as I hope the same for you when I tell you mine" I said, comforting him.

"You, you keep secrets from me?" replied Nathan a little peeved.

"Yes, though mines pretty big ones!" I replied.

"Well if we both have big secrets why don't we tell them, or at least one at a time to each other" suggested Nathan.

I thought for a moment, the idea seemed reasonable however felt scary divulging them all tonight. Just typical, isn't there enough drama in me life.

"You go first then!" I stated.

"Fine!" replied Nathan "I-I am a-a w-w-wizard!"

A smile came to my face, though a frown poured on Nathan's. I took my hand. Put my palm to his chin and raised it and said "turn that frown upside down hun, I have something that will brighten that mood of yours!"

"What can..." replied Nathan before I cut him off.

"I am a witch!"

"And you are the answers to my prayers" I said "I thought when Aleeda gave me the whole magical mating speech she was referring to a definite that you were mortal but your not mortal, this whole time" I began to cry, from happiness.

"The laws are a bitch for witches. I know, mother used to go on about it all the time before she was finished off" replied Nathan with a smile on his face and sorrow in his voice.

"Was your mother a witch, too?" I asked sniffling.

"Yes! Was as the right word, she died giving birth to my sister" stated Nathan dreadfully.

"I'm so sorry sweety. I didn't know you could die from that with our immune systems" I said sympathetically.

"You can't, she was already mortal, before that" stated Nathan "A mortal man raped her when I was 9, he turned into a warlock and she lost her powers. Thankfully my sister wasn't born, it was the man's child that raped mum, she would have been born as a warlock too"

I cried with him and comforted him even more. "Is your dad magical, he must be right, for you to have been born and your mum to have kept her powers till you were 9" I asked.

"Dad! Never knew him, the man I call and feel to be my father is my mother's best friend's husband, his Alice, died trying to hunt down the warlock that stole mums powers and caused her death" answered Nathan hatefully thinking about the warlock "mum did however say my father was a shaman ‘witch-doctor', so I suppose yes, his name was Gordon Smite. Mum originally named me Damian Alexander Smite. However when mum died and I went to live with the Barton's my whole name was changed to protect me from the warlock in case he came after me" continued Nathan "I promised that before I turn marry I would one way or another avenge there deaths, and I will!"

Nathan was strong his tears began to stop and he tensed up ready for a fight, his muscles rippling under my hands.

"What was you mother's name?" I asked.

"Camilla Marian Kavanagh" answered Nathan.

"Hmm, interesting you know. I had a prophecy of my future daughter and the name Camilla stuck in my head when thinking of names for her, I just love that name. Her name was going to be the first and second name of your mothers, maybe it was more like clairvoyance, it can be hard to tell the difference sometimes" I said giving him a meek hug with one arm with my head on his shoulder.

"So what are your other secrets Morwen?" asked Nathan breaking away from the topic at hand.

"Okay the one isn't as bad as you may find the other but be open okay hun" I replied.

"You know I will be, what are they?" replied Nathan open heartedly.

"I am a gypsy" I replied excitedly.

"A gypsy, that's nothing sweety, my great grandparents were gypsy's on my mothers side, the Gilgrane Clan, a mixture of both Irish and Romanian Gypsy's, I don't mind it one bit" replied Nathan "So what's the last one?"

I began to cry, "Oh please don't hate me for this, please" I said.

"I can never hate you, what is it sweety you can tell me anything, once our secrets are out we can have a fully trustworthy longstanding relationship, we will be able to handle anything" stated Nathan comforting and reassuring me.

I looked into his eyes from his shoulder looking at me and said "Okay here it goes..." behind my tears I began to tell him.

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Synopsis: Morwen a witty girl, who happens to have once been a boy lives day to day with a rather unique life. She is a Witch and a Gypsy. Lifes never the easiest for Morwen, even with her powers that gives her simplicities in it.

Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this. Similarities of the story among any other stories movies etc are purely coincidental.
 
 

"Um, well! Nathan and I had a long conversation last night and well..." I said before being cut off again.

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Chapter 46

The light in Nathan's eyes were intent his blue eyes seeming determined to not only hear what I had to say but showed the deepest love in his blue eyes, that looked to me like the calling from the seas as I depict as the Bermuda triangle to whirl me into the mists of it's very mystery. He deepened into my mind and I finally said it "I was a boy!"

"A boy that's ridiculous, you are the essence of femininity, you can't possibly have been a boy" stated Nathan.

I began to cry, and Nathan held me close. "If you were a boy, like you said ‘was' that's past tense or something like that right" I nodded my head between weeps and sniffles "Well then, you aren't anymore are you, you are a girl, a young woman. My woman and I wouldn't have it any other way!"

"Really!" I asked, hoping for the world he wasn't fibbing.

"Of course! You became who you are by the way you are, the way I truly fell in love with you for. You don't give up, you stick it thru. You promise to do something and you do it, you take risks that most wouldn't dream about, I love you for you, and nothing and I mean nothing from chaos to the apocalypse will tare us apart. Our love will never die" stated Nathan as I was crying tears of happiness and love for him even more "I want you and I to combine ourselves, and make another. You took the initiative to make it so that you can carry both of our blood lines, and for that I love you even the more, we will one day be one..."

"Yes! We will and tonight is the night" I said through stopped tears, and love. I was ready it was time, most of the clan women would have been promised and married off to one clan to another by now, but this was the night for me. I knew I wouldn't marry him till he finished the promise he made himself, I would be there along the way, perhaps before the baby is born I will marry him. But until then I would carry our child, children. Most teenagers yes, who want a baby, want a baby for the wrong reasons.

Nathan and I don't we want this child for the right reasons. This child would be made in love, of wanting, of total knowing and mature circumstances. I had the chance of half a summer to be a kid, I enjoyed it. But I past my time for it, I was used to the mature rhythm of life, being depended on to perform as a mother early on. Now, it was time to be a mother to my very own child and not a sibling, though I wouldn't have given those times up for the world I needed my own, and I knew that this one would be made out of love in the right time. I had the feeling for a while that it was time.

I got up off the bed for a second and looked out the window, and staring back at me from the sky was the truth it was our time. Pisces and Capricorn were joined with Virgo; the moon, Jupiter, Neptune and Venus were in conjunction, and the north star pointed above. Nathan joined me at the window, we both knew what it meant, it was our sign. The sign that both our virginities would be lost on this night, and a child would be born from it's consummation.

"We will have to go to blessed and protected ground" said Nathan.

"Yes, and I know just the place" I said grabbing two of my potions from my purse from the coat hanger that hung on the back of my door in my bedroom.

"What's this?" asked Nathan as I handed him one of the viles.

"For transportation silly" I said.

"Ah, we don't need this sweety, just hang onto me, I know how to transport myself with an infused part of my active powers. All the Smites have, the power to smite. I taught myself how to travel using the same basic theory, electric lightning travel" said Nathan with a grin of pride and excitement.

I grabbed on to him around his waist and backside. We sparked like a great electric current passing by in one spot. Arriving at my lair, our spot that we had the kiss of a life time.

"Reading my mind I see, Merlin" I said jokingly.

"Of course Morgana, how else must I know what you are up to" replied Nathan humourously.

I giggled at the thought of what might have been if Merlin and Morgana had made a baby together. I had my mind of a concept and everything came into its roll.

I took Nathan's hand and stepped in-front of the dryad.

"Evening Enchantress, password please!?" said Falora in her sweet arbor voice.

"Paisean seo-lae Solas" I said.

The ground shook, stairs appeared as they always did, the door appeared in the bottom thicket.

"Gaelic?" asked Nathan impressed.

"Yes, and Latin" I replied gleefully.

"Impressive my dear, our children will know even more" Nathan said thinking of how he also knows Welsh, Norse, Latin, Gaelic and Romanian.

We walked into my lair, the candles lit around and a bed awaiting our destined night of bliss. Falora, must have known and set it up for us to begin the harvest of our long awaited bliss. The fireplace, glimmered immense passion in the room. Athena, flapping her wings over our bed, giving it glows and orbs of power as she was perched atop the head board of the bed.

"You first sweety, oh wait" I said, running to the shelves. I pulled down a vile, the very one I had been dying to try out. "Take this!" I ordered kindly.

"What is it my sweet" replied Nathan curiously yet slightly afraid.

"Just something, to help keep the night nice and long for both of us" I said with a giddy smile, hopping into bed with him.

"Um, ok!" said Nathan, before he swallowed back the red liquid. The potency potion took hardly two seconds to kick in, and there it was, his member engorged in his pants singling a long blissful night that wouldn't easily be interrupted.

We embraced with one another, we became one. Every time he pulled himself back I sparked, every time he pushed inside of me I throttled with pleasure.

The moon outside was passing ending out of the conjunction, I felt it then.

This must have been what Hera felt before she had each one of Zeus's children. It entered me I could feel it I could see it. The shock became a feeling of being electrocuted with extravagance, but this electrocution was not painful, it was blissful it put a smile on my face. I squealed with pleasure, cried from ultimate bliss and released myself to his will, and the sight of the future ahead.

His, and mine next of blood entered one of my eggs and sparked its way through. I was now pregnant, mortals have to wait weeks to find out, but I knew right then. I could see it, how long would this pregnancy be for, I did not know. Did I care, no; at that moment there were two thoughts in my head. Nathan, and our children.

This was ours, my very first true chance to be a mother and I would except this till the end of time, this child would be my responsibility and my upmost joy, my very life. I would have it no other way, and I would have it with Nathan. My soul mate, who could ask for more. Not me, that's for damned sure.

The night was far from over, we kept going for another four hours before unexpectantly falling asleep.

Chapter 47

I awoke from the sounds of wood-peckers in the distance. Giggling at the thought of wood-peckers, after the embrace of last night. I shook Nathan awake.

"Hmm, what ready for more eh" said Nathan groggy, by the early morning wake.

"Maybe later, time to get up we got to get ourselves back home, come on will ya" I said throwing his clothes at him.

We both took about a minute or so quickly getting dressed. When we were finished Nathan and I Zapped out of there like no tomorrow. Nathan dropped me off in my room, and he left zapping back home. I sat on my bed, and did what any expectant mother would do I touched my stomach and felt, in hopes of feeling the infant growing inside. It was to early of course though, it was a wonderful feeling that I couldn't help to pass.

The thoughts of last night, kept me in a dreamy state of mind, replaying the event over and over again, burning it into my memory, a memory that would last a lifetime if not longer.

"Morwen! Time to wake up, Morwen!" I heard along with tapping at my door.

"I'm awake mum, be down in a few" I replied, coming out of my thoughts.

I got undressed and went into to get a quick shave and shower. I finished, so I got dressed, did my hair and my makeup, with a little help from magick but I was running out of time. I then grabbed my jacket and my purse putting them on. Then I grabbed my book bag, and went downstairs.

"There you are young lady, what have you been up to?" asked mum as I entered the kitchen.

"What a lady must do mother" I replied, mum giving me the all knowing eye. Though she had no clue, what had happened last night.

"Well next time clean up your messes, I woke up this morning and the kitchen was cluttered with your baking homework" replied mum.

‘Sorry!" I said.

"It's okay, Mark helped me clean it up, but next time clean up after yourself" replied mum harshly, her hormones from the pregnancy playing a part in the conversation.

"Will do mother, sorry! It is just that Nathan and I kind have had a lot to..." I said before being cut off.

"You are glowing, what happened last night" asked mum demandingly.

"Um, well! Nathan and I had a long conversation last night and well..." I said before being cut off again.

"Well what, young lady. Did you do anything last night that you shouldn't have?" said mum.

"No mother! I did everything that was what both of us felt were what should be" I replied wisely, yet blushing.

Mum looked at me curiously, and said "No! You didn't, you promised you would wait until marriage!"

"A promise may be broken mum, if the need to break it outweighs the want to keep it" I said state fully.

Mum's eyes grew at the thought her expression changed from a hurtful stare, to a sad gleam. She looked at me like that before sitting back down at the table.

"What is she talking about mum?" asked Mark who sat at the table holding a spoon in his cherios.

Mum couldn't speak at the moment. So I answered "Mark! Nathan and I made love" causing mark to blush at the thought.

He actually had the nerve to act like he didn't understand "You two are always making love, smoochy smoochy! Right?"

I gave him a stare, to tell him to smarten up.

"I'm not stupid sis, so you two did it whoopie do, it's about time eh" said Mark, unaffected.

Then Mark got a question in his head and asked "So you no longer have powers then, Nathan's a Warlock?"

"No! Nathan is a Wizard" I said, "I found out last night, he's son of a witch and a shaman."

"Really, that explains a lot. I was starting to think he was stupid, like all those times you two would kiss and your powers would go nuts and somehow he wouldn't notice. No way he could not have noticed that" stated Mark, farely humorously.

"Alright, that's enough. You two get to school we will talk more about this later" said mum "Now get!"

Just then Nathan decided to be a smart ass, and Zap on in to get me. Mark stood opened mouthed, and mum nearly fainted.

"You coming Morwen, this is so much quicker and wakes you right up" asked Nathan "Hello Mark, Mrs. Fletcher; good day isn't it?"

Mum grunted at the question and walked out of the room, and Mark replied "I bet it is for you, funny to me!"

Nathan blushed, god how I love it when he blushes. Nathan and I left Embracing in a cuddled kiss shortly after, Mark chuckled at Nathan's blushing, god Mark needs a smack in the back of the head, best put that on my agenda.

We arrived in the back of the school which luckily no one saw our unique entrance.

Chapter 48

I was just coming out of chess-club, as Fergus was waiting for me at a corner, leaning on the paneled wall.

"Hi Fergus, waiting long eh" I greeted with a smile.

Fergus looked up at me, and answered "Nah, just the last half hour or so".

"Ah! Sorry for keeping ya waiting" I replied "You ready to go?"

"Yup!" replied Fergus.

We left the hallway and snuck into an empty classroom. I just pulled out my potion when it flew out of my hand. I felt really weird, like a sparking current under my skin. Fergus noticed my shakes, that I was having from this sensation, and grabbed hold of me to hold me up as he was thinking I was going to tumble over. Unexpectantly, we zapped the same way that I did with Nathan last night, the lightening travel. We ended up in my bedroom, Fergus tumbled over as it was his first time traveling like that. I just had a power rush, and a few nerve twitches, but it'll pass.

‘Must be the child growing inside' I thought to myself, grinning in happiness as the glow of motherhood was very prominent inside myself, growing in thought and brightness. Inside and out, like a divine light shining down to me, smiling like a phoenix in the dawn, during a great flight looking down upon all the smiles on the ground that encourages glorious passions, that beats its heart to its time of resurrecting regeneration.

"So what are we gonna do?" asked Fergus excited. Looking at me holding my stomach, with a gleeful smile on my face.

I snapped out of it quickly, and said "I want to see Felicity, and for once see a true smile on yer face" I said with a kindly grin on my face.

I took out one of my school uniforms, and handed them to Fergus. I then went to my drawers, and got out white undergarments for Fergus to wear, they were just plain bra, panties, and a half slip.

"Well, what are you waiting for, the bathroom is right behind you, get changed and meet me back in here" I said cheerfully, ushering Fergus into the bathroom and closing the door.

Fergus must have been in there for 10 minutes or more when I knocked on the door.

"Do you need help, Felicity?" I asked from the other side of the door.

There was hesitation for a few seconds, before I began to knock again.

"Felicity? You ok in there?" I asked rather worried. Still no answer, I tried to turn the knob, it wouldn't budge.

I put my index finger on the key slot, the telekinetic energy would shift the lock, so it wouldn't be locked. What awaited me was what I hoped I wouldn't see, it is something that would haunt me the rest of my days.

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Synopsis: Morwen a witty girl, who happens to have once been a boy lives day to day with a rather unique life. She is a Witch and a Gypsy. Lifes never the easiest for Morwen, even with her powers that gives her simplicities in it.

Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this. Similarities of the story among any other stories movies etc are purely coincidental.

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Chapter 49
 
 
I couldn't get the image out of my mind. Seeing Felicity hung by multiple towels tied together, from the shower curtain rode above the bath tub. Her feet, danging hardly an inch above the floor, her toes and ankles shaking trying to find ground, when realizing that her death would be painful the moment that the hanging death wasn't instantaneous. She gasped for air, and was starting to faint when I took myself trying to hold her body up, and called for help.

Mark had just got home, hearing my yelling in wisps of sound coming from the house all the way to the end of the driveway, from where he gotten to walking back from the bus stop. He came running in, and without thinking a part of his powers that were told months ago finally showed up, with a quick glance of me, and felicity overhead. He starred at the towels and his eyes grew, not used to seeing such things he did what he could to shut his eyes. Opening them up, a flame appeared in the direction of his site.

The towels burst into flames, the heat was so astronomical, that they were turned to ash in seconds, and Felicity's body fell, her head hitting the edge of the tub, sliding on-top of me with a fierce weight that I felt like a tree had fallen on me. I must have been in shock or something along the lines. The next thing I know I am being led out of the house, into a cab by mum and Mark. A Gurney being brought out of the house, in which all I could make out was Felicity's left side.

All I could hear was mumbles over the PA at the hospital, the rustling of peoples feet as they walked past. I was in a daze I couldn't escape, or felt I could not. It was when Felicity's father walked in, that took me out of the daze.

"Where is he, where is my son?!" demanded Mr. Harold in a loud and angry tone. With remorseful worry.

"Sir, calm down. Who is your son?" replied the nurse trying to calm Mr. Harold down.

"Fergus Harold! Why else would I be here, were the hell is he?" asked Mr. Harold less dementedly, yet still very angry.

The Nurse took him around the corner, and they stood talking for perhaps a few minutes. I heard yelling and screaming, cursing and whimpering. The language coming from Mr. Harold was horrible, though I couldn't make out much of anything that was said, but I do know he swore, and said very rude names indicating his child as the victim of being called them as well as the nurse.

Mr. Harold walked back into my line of site and stormed off, saying "Let the social services have the sissy then, who gives a shit any ways!"

That pushed my buttons to the core, I jumped out of my seat and power-walked towards the exiting Mr. Harold through the electric sliding doors of the emergency wing. I got behind Mr. Harold and tapped on his back with my left index finger.

"Mr. Harold" I stated addressing him slightly demandedly.

Mr. Harold turned around, and said "Yes! What do you want?!" with anger in his voice.

"Who the hell, do you think you are!" I said sternly.

Mr. Harold's eyes grew and replied in anger "Excuse me?"

"You damn well heard me! Who the hell do you think you are, Felicity is in there fighting for her life, after trying and failing to kill herself. All because of you in the first place, and all you can do is say let the government have her. How dare you do that to her, the one thing she said was she didn't want to hurt you anymore and you pull this shit on her, your a pathetic excuse for a father!" I stated in disgust and anger, defending felicity for who she is and what she stood for.

"What the hell do you know huh! You should be just as disgusted of her too, a sissy like that deserves to die in a gutter or be play things for inmates, they shouldn't be free to breath the same air as you or me" replied Mr. Harold "My wife must have fooled around on me, how do I know that's even my son..."

"Your wife never fooled around on you, and that's your daughter not your son and you damn well know that, you would have to be a complete idiot to see her otherwise" I interrupted.

"I am not the one that's an idiot here, if you see a boy as a girl then your the idiot. That boy never got his brain queer-wired from me" said Mr. Harold in my face spitting as he talked he was so close to my face.

"I am no idiot sir, I assure you that I may as well be smarter than you are. Felicity is more like you than you realize. I may have known her only a few times, but I can tell you right now that she is more like you than you want to admit" I stated with deficience.

"Ha, I see none of me in that pansy, none more like a his mother, and some strangeness mixed in" stated Mr. Harold, then spitting on the ground like chucking chewing tobacco.

He then turned and began to walk away, when I stopped him saying "She has you stubbornness, your nose, and just as thickheaded as you are mister!"

Mr. Harold turned round and walked back to me in a huff. "That BOY! Is nothing more to me than a lame horse in the rocky mountains. Just SOMETHING to be shot down to make way for something better."

"You are a sick son of a bitch, Mr. Harold, a cold heartless bastard with an heart colder than a banshees and a brain shorter than almond" I replied "If Felicity was a horse lamed by a wound in the rocky mountains, she would rise up and kick that gun out of your hand and trample you like a snake underfoot."

Mr. Harold gave me a cold stare and said "That's why he tried to kill himself, that's why he is weak. The defender is the one that's weak, the attacker is the one that's strong"

"Think what you will Mr. Harold, but it's that kind of thinking that gets morons like you killed. It is however the complete opposite, attackers are nothing more than fools that prey on others because they are too weak to deal with their own issues constructively. Defenders fight for something real, something worth doing, knowing and loving. Attackers work purely out of hatred anyone or anything that feel jealous or envious over. And that is what makes people like you the scum of the earth. My people call people like you demons, the that horrid prey on the strong to turn them weak so they will be just like you. That is disgusting Mr. Harold, I just pray that you won't have to learn the hard way, but I have the feeling you will given time." I stated emotionally.

Just then Mark came out to get me. He was rushing nearly running out the doors to get me.

"Morwen, the doctor wants to see you, he has some questions to ask you." said Mark as he tried to catch his breath.

"Okay, thanks Mark. Till again Mr. Harold, and think about what I just told you" I said, as I walked back into the hospital.
 
 
Chapter 50

 
 
The Evening was long waiting by the bed, for Felicity to awaken from her long sleep, that knock on her head on the tub as she fell and the snapping of her neck and broken arm, had caused her to remain unconscious. I had fallen asleep, from exhaustion, mum and Mark had gone to the cafeteria to get a coffee.

I was awaken by a rustling of the sheets under my head, as Felicity was starting to awaken, thrusting back and forth waking up. I lifted my head and looked her way, her eyes flickering to remain open in the lit room, after a long darkened nap.

"Felicity, wake up its ok" I said soothingly, half yawning myself after a half hours rest.

"Hmmm, nmmm" replied Felicity waking up, having troubles speaking since the rope pushed her Adams apple on her larynx, unabling her to speak properly, and feeling some pain as she tried.

"It's ok Felicity, your safe now" I said, trying to reassure her there's no worry. "If you need to talk; then talk in your head, direct it to me. Trust me ok, please."

Felicity started to talk into her head looking at my direction, confused, though certain I could here her voice in my head as well as my own, telepathy itself being used as best as I could to help her.

"Am I dead?" asked felicity curious and slightly hopeful, though a ping of doubt was in her mind.

"Thankfully not, you scared the begusus out of me ya know" I replied rather scornfully.

"You should have let me, I wanted to be with my mom" said felicity trying to hold back tears without much luck "as soon as I got dressed I felt it, its like she touched me on one shoulder and kissed me on the cheek."

I looked at felicity, with guilt in my stomach and reflection in my eyes, trying to stop the flash backs and remain as compassionate composure, trying to do as I had for many years. Sucking my emotions back, and keeping my head up.

"Sounded like she was happy for you hun, why did you want to hurt yourself because of that?" I asked confused.

Felicity looked around the room, silently trying to find the words to answer the question. You could see the sorrow in her eyes filling like a fountain ready to burst.

"I didn't want that feeling to go away" replied Felicity "I felt I was dressed as I should be, I was close to my mum, everything seemed right then I just thought I would fit me in death, like maybe everything would be right in both physical and spirit and be with my mum, all in one instance. I didn't want the feeling to go away."

"Did you see your mum or just feel her?" I asked curiously.

"Just felt her, you never forget the familiar feeling of your mother around" said felicity wisely.

"Would you like to see her?' I asked.

"What do you mean?" replied felicity quizingly.

"I can call her up, course it will only be for a short time" I replied "Even if dead, mothers always want to help there children."

"I don't know, that isn't a normal gift that's offered" replied felicity, rather estranged by the request.

"Nothing about me is normal, according to mortal minds" I stated humourously "That's the joy of nature, it allows indifference in everything about every aspect."

"Maybe so, but it seems to be rather scary offering of a gift" said felicity distraught.

Just then the nurse walked into the room, and said coldly "Visiting hours are over, give the boy some rest, he'll need it."

I glared at the brunette with unmistaken anger and said "Yes, SHE will!"

I gave felicity a kiss on her hug trying not to hurt her as I did so and got up whispering in her ear "think about it, I'll see you tomorrow."

I walked out of the room, with the brunette following me. "We don't go for that here, missy. I don't like being treated like that infront of my patients" said the brunette.

"Just as I am sure that your patients such as felicity in there doesn't like being treated the way you did just then" I replied coyly, walking away leaving the nurse to ponder my statement.
 
 
Chapter 51
 
 
We got home late that night. I went upstairs and got ready for bed while mum was checking the answering machine. I was still shaken and used mum bathroom instead, I just couldn't bring myself to walk into my own just yet. I then went to my bedroom and got out my long pink and white nightgown with lace at the collar and got dressed, slipping over my pink floral designed housecoat and slippers.

I went back downstairs to say my goodnight to mum and Mark.

"Did anyone call for me mum" I asked walking down the stairs.

"Just our attorney, letting us know that the hearing will be Monday" answered mum.

"Do I have to go, Mum I really don't want to see him again!?" I stated slightly nervous.

"Yes, they will probably be taking your testimony" replied mum.

"Ok, well I suppose I have a lot to think about, and try to get some sleep" I said hugging mum and kissing her goodnight on the cheek.

"Ouch!" Yelped mum flinching back.

"What!?" I asked.

"You shocked me" replied mum, as she was massaging her cheeks from the medium current of electricity that absorbed through her skin.

"Sorry!" I said, before going upstairs thinking ‘this pregnancy is getting strange' holding my belly with a fitful amount of pride and slight worry.

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To Be Continued...
 

 
Synopsis: Morwen a witty girl, who happens to have once been a boy lives day to day with a rather unique life. She is a Witch and a Gypsy. Life's never the easiest for Morwen, even with her powers that gives her simplicities in it.

Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this. Similarities of the story among any other stories movies etc are purely coincidental.

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Chapter 52
 
 
This chapter is narrated...

The night was dark and cold, snow already falling upon the ground from the sky, on the slow night. This night was quiet, and full of sorrow as Nathan stirred in his bed, reminiscing in his nightmares. He was very sad, angry and felt ashamed.

The night was dark and cold, snow already falling upon the ground from the sky, on the slow night. This night was quiet, and full of sorrow as Nathan stirred in his bed, reminiscing in his nightmares. He was very sad, angry and felt ashamed.

He was remembering different memories, this night would beckon what was to come. His Vengeance and shame, grew deeper and deeper as he got into his sleep...

A Woman with waist long straight blond hair, wearing a long black dress and an white onyx pendant around her neck, was sitting in the backyard with her friend Alice during the summer. Alice was beautiful with her dirty blond hair that only came to mid back, wearing a floral yellow sundress and an amethyst pendant. The ladies were watching the young mousy-blond boy, practicing his potions.

"That boy is going to be a heartbreaker when he grows up" said Alice, breaking the silence.

Camilla looked up from her son to Alice and replied "Yes, I suppose he will, and with good luck he will meet a fine girl and give me plenty of granchildren, though hopefully not for many more years I am only 23."

"True enough" replied Alice with with a slight cackled giggle adding "Have you given any thought on whom he will be promised to?"

Camilla looked at Alice, with darts in her eyes and replied "No! My parents allowed me to follow my heart and not an ancient tradition like that, and so will be the same for him. Too many of us are stuck with someone we don't love, only makes for heart-break and even death."

"Well I was promised to Andrew, and I learned to love him, Cammy. It does work for some of us, and I would like to know if i have a daughter she will be set, you have to admit Cammy it's not easy finding many single Wizards" Stated Alice stubbornly.

"He will marry when he is ready, I have high hopes for him. I don't want to see him having to go through a hand-parting (Magical divorce), witches can live through them easily, but many wizards tend to loose their powers and sometimes there lives from that. My boy, is going to follow his heart..." said Camilla matter of factly, proudly continuing with "He may be the seed of a Smite, but his blood is of Kavanagh"

"Mama, do we have anymore henbane?" asked the 6 year old Nathan whom by that time was still going by the name Damian.

Camilla got up an walked into the house, and came back with another bottle of dried henbane, and handed it to her son "There you go sweety, don't use to much, and no tasting, it is poisonous" patting him on the head.

"I know mama, I'll be careful" replied Nathan with a twinkle in his bright blue eyes.

Nathan was overhearing every word, and always liked his mother sticking up for him. He never understood what it meant by promising, but something inside told him that it was something that would save him from pain. Even at 6 he was bright, advanced for his age. He was home schooled, by his mother when she could, and a tutor while his mother was at work.

At this time Nathan did not know his father; never know who, where or what he was. He would ask his mother, and all she would say was "I will tell you when you are older, Damian".

Camilla was a bright witch herself having became a Professional Alchemist, making potions during the day. Though she was never a tester, she always knew they worked as the way they were supposed to. She also devoted herself to being a devote activist towards Witches-Rights, to such a point that sometimes she would act as a councilor for witches that went up in front and against the Council. She wanted the demeaning and cruel laws of old to be no longer welcomed under stature. She was a very busy woman, as both a mother and as a working woman.

Camilla, however had only one regret that she stooped as low as have her son by magical sperm donation. She always told herself that she would have a child by love, but it never worked out for her. She loved Nathan with her whole heart, but she wished she had a husband whom was the father of her child. Of course, she was grateful that she knew who he was, and what he did for a living as well as the heritage he came from. The legendary Shaman and Witch-Doctor, Sir. Gordon Smite.

Gordon Smite was famous and the one of the most eldest Wizards of the present day. He also acted on behalf of helping Witches by being able to have children without risking there powers on mortals. He did this by allowing his own blood line to grow, his only conditions; the children would be made with him per individual only until a male was born, have his family name, and the mother was to take full custody without financial support from him. Gordon, had many children ranging in the hundreds maybe even thousands.

The years passed on and Damian/Nathan was now 8. At dinner, he asked his mother again who his father was.

Damian/Nathan was bright and smart long haired boy. His eyes, bluer by his age that even his mother couldn't resist, more than half the time. This was the night, and she told him everything about his father.

"Can I meet him, mom?" asked Damian.

"When you are older" replied Camilla.

Damian looked hurt, it wasn't because he hated his mother. It was because he wanted to know his father. He felt like his half self, and wished his mother would understand.

The following week, while he had the house to himself for an hour until his mother got home from work, he decided to find out a little more on why he can't see his father until he was older. Searching in the trunk in the front of his mother's bed, he found a large beige envelope. It was labeled, 'Consumption Agreement'. Damian opened the envelope and took out the papers beginning to read. He read for several minutes, and on the fourth page, paragraph 2 was the reason why.

It was signed and notarized by his mother, father, Alice, and a Judge. Damian's heart fell, so this is why he wasn't allowed to see his father, because his father didn't want to see him, know him more have any contact with him. Sure in a few years yes, but 16 years. This was the true moment that he learned to hate his father, truly hate him.

With dried tears, he wiped his eyes with his sleeve. His mother wasn't fully honest with him, and he didn't want to become like his father no matter what. He walked out of the bedroom with the envelope and sat it on the table.

Camilla arrived shortly after work and and said "hi", placing her purse on the kitchen counter "How was your day Damian?"

Damian looked up from the table and replied "It started out ok, got an A- in numerology test" and then he grabbed the envelope off the table holding it up towards his face and said "Then I found out some interesting things about why i can't see my father!" raising his voice.

Camilla looked at him with tears in her eyes, and was about to say something before biting back her words, she was tongue tied.

"Would you like to explain to me, why you agreed to me being fatherless?!" stated Damian raising his voice, as his voice mother turned her back to him trying to compose herself.

"It wasn't your burden, honey it was mine, I didn't want you to know that, I knew it would hurt you if you did" replied his mother.

Camilla wasn't upset with him about him going through her things, she figured it would happen sooner or later. Though, she wished it would have been much later.

"I want to be promised" stated Damian breaking the silence.

"What?!" replied Camilla disbelieving what she heard.

"I want to be promised, I don't want to be like my dad and sleep around and never near his children, and I don't want to have failure at love" restated Damian matter of factly.

Camilla looked stunned and hurt and said "No! You will not be promised off, and you most definitely will not have failure at love. As it comes to you becoming like your father, only you can help that, but I will not allow you to have love picked for you."

"Why not, what is so horrible at being promised off?" grilled Damian.

"Because its not the way it is supposed to be, love is about risk and sacrifice, not about being thrust in, when you are older perhaps you will understand" replied Camilla hastily.

Camilla took the envelope from Damian and walked to her room. putting it back in the trunk, closing and locking it. Damian stood in the doorway, while Camilla tried to get past, but the discussion wasn't done yet.

"I think I should have the right to choose whether or not to be promised off" Said Damian.

Camilla glared at him with anger in her eyes, Damian knew he may have said the wrong thing by the stare she gave him.

"You Wizards think you have all the rights in the whole world don't you? Well I got news for you, you's don't, never ever bring rights up to me again young man, I will not have my own son act like a pompous stuck up brat like that. While you live under my roof, and are my child I will never promise you off, do you understand me?!" screamed Camilla.

"Yes mother" replied Damian looking at the floor.

"Yes mother, what?!" drilled Camilla.

"Yes mother, I understand and will not bring up rights like that again" replied Damian.

Camilla looked at her son, and began to cry. "I am sorry honey, I didn't mean to get upset with you" she pulled Damian to her and hugged him.

The year passed and the brutal memory of a horrible night came. His Aunt Alice (Though not by blood-relation) was watching tutoring him in his Divination, when a colors stemmed the walls from the windows, and in a minutes time knocks fell on the door.

Alice walked to the door and answered it, welcoming the gentlemen in. They were dressed in officers uniforms, and drew there hates from there head.

"How may I help you officers?" asked Alice.

Damian got a worried look and feeling, he had seen officers before but never in his own home. Something really didn't feel right.

"Mame, do you know a Miss. Kavanagh, a Camilla Kavanagh" asked the elderly officer, of the two.

Alice then got the same feeling and look as Damian had, and replied with hesitation after a silence "Yes, is there a problem with her?"

"Well mame, there was an attack earlier this evening, and she is in the hospital" replied the officer.

The officer's and Alice spoke in private, near whispered voices for several minutes. Alice cried the entire time. The officer's left, and Alice went to the phone and dialed her husband and called him up.

A short while later Uncle Andrew (Mr. Barton, not uncle by blood-relation) came in and took over watching Damian. Alice left to the hospital, and didn't arrive for several hours.

Damian was put to bed, Uncle Andrew told one of his best stories and left Damian to his slumber.

The next morning, Damian was eating his breakfast while his Aunt Alice pushed Camilla in the wheel chair into the house. Damian seeing such was confused, why is his mother in a wheelchair. Why is she bruised and has her arm wrapped up and hung in a sling.

His mother didn't even ask about him, or even say hi, and looked stunned like a zombie and wouldn't speak. She was just laid onto the couch by Aunt Alice and Uncle Andrew.

Alice and Andrew, argued about what to tell Damian and who should tell him. They decided that both of them would share the responsibility, luckily Damian already knew about 'the birds and the bees' analogy.

His Aunt and Uncle explained what had happened. His mother was brutally assaulted and raped, worse yet it was by a mortal. His mother had lost her powers.

Damian was silent, and enraged and although he wasn't female had the Kavanagh blood. There powers although of magick, also had banshee gifts and blood. His rage filled him, and he screeched a scream that shattered everything of glass within the house and a few windows of the neighbors. 8 year old Damian erupted his powers and broke every electronic device with his smiting powers in the house and ended up shuddering a thunder strike so bad, it tore out a wide section of the wall of his bedroom.

Worse yet, was found a couple weeks later, when it was found that Camilla was pregnant.

Within the pregnancy, and since the rape and losing of her powers. She became resentful of Damian, because he still had his. She hated herself for it, and even more because her strong will wouldn't even allow her to end the pregnancy of the child growing within her. She would even grill Damian day and night, about witches rights and how he should never cross the line and turn out like his father, and the rest of men and Wizards that deemed themselves superior.

Camilla also sold her business, and put the money away in a trust fund for Damian. She knew there was a much higher possibility she wouldn't make it during delivery, and had a 'last will and testament' drawn up.

Camilla was took to the delivery room on November 10th, 1998. The delivery was for several hours. Damian, and much of the family was there in the waiting room. Including his Aunt Gwen, whom was his mother's twin sister. His grandmother was there, but his grandfather was not, as he was appalled. His Uncle Keven, and Aunt Alissa paced back and forth.

A sudden feeling came over Damian that yet again he couldn't describe. Moments later the doctor came out, with a very upsetting facial expression.

Aunt Gwen was petting his head, before she looked up at the doctor. The family looked at the doctor.

"I am sorry" said the doctor "She lost so much blood, and the cord strangled the child."

The room was at a total lose for words, and began the tears, and wheeping, screaming yelling.

"What did she have?" asked grandmother.

"A girl" answered the doctor.

"Did she name her?" asked Aunt Alissa.

Aunt Gwen got up and asked the doctor to see the fill out the paper work for her and the child. He agreed and they left, to do there business.

Damian made a promise to himself and his mother that he wouldn't get married until he avenged her death, on the Warlock.

The week progressed, with preparance, and funerals. Aunt Gwen named the child, Hecate Maria Kavanagh-McMarris (Donald McMarris being the man that fathered the child) so the child to could have a proper burial.

3 weeks later after the burial's of Camilla and Hecate, the meeting to announce the 'last will and testament' was given. Aunt Gwen was given the house, so she could venture out of their parents accommodations, Aunt Alissa was given the furniture of the house, Uncle Keven was given the car. Aunt Alice and Uncle Andrew was given full custody of Damian, which caused everyone to stir of the family to stir in why weren't they picked. Camilla figured this would happen and wrote a note explaining why.

The months passed, and he was still living in the same city. The Mr. McMarris, the man that brutally savaged Camilla was yet to be caught. Magical news announced him in the papers, as the newest Warlock at the time, one whom which deemed to get stronger and more powerful. Everyone new what that meant; to sacrifice the life of her descendants. As there was only Damian, the Barton's new they had to protect him. They sold there house in Stratford, Ontario and moved to Algonquin County. They dyed his hair red, and changed his name to 'Nathan'ial Barton. They opened up a General Store, Alice quit her job as a divination teacher, and helped run the store with her husband and tutoring Nathan.

Within a year, the house Aunt Gwen inherited by Camilla was burnt to the ground, cause was found to be unknown by authorities, thankfully Gwen lived . Shortly after, the house the Barton's sold was also burnt down. Unfortunitely, the new inhabitants died in that fire.

The Grave of Hecate, Nathan's sister was robbed in February 2000. It was and still is believed that the body may have been taken to a Necromancer (Someone with the ability to resurrect & control the dead, though sometimes may even be able to rejuvenate time and age within a past to present ratio). Nathan was kept out of that loop, but Alica and Andrew knew.

Andrew and Alice talked over how best to keep the Warlock at bay, and Alice was more than restless. She deemed not only to protect Nathan, but to avenge her best friends death. Andrew, after many arguments finally said she could go but had no more than 2 months and had to be back. In mid August, she left.

Within a month in a half's time, magical authorities contacted Mr. Barton by letter.

Many years passed, and the Warlock seemed rather dormant. Nathan seemed rather recluse, and disorganized in his thoughts. He had many offers on girls, but always turned them down. He didn't manage to make many friends, but everyone seemed fully interested in him and was considered popular.

Andrew made Nathan try out for sports and soon enough, Nathan became a fair hockey player and made many friends. His popularity grew. But still his depression got the better of him.

He had no more mother. He had no father that cared for him, although with all the love Uncle andrew had given him, he seemed necessary to consider him as his father. Uncle Andrew even allowed him to consider him as dad, and declared Nathan as his son.

Nathan still was depressed, he had lost so many, and so many had made sacrifices and had sacrifices made against them, on both his and his mothers rights. Though one moment, he looked at the young girl that took him out of his daze at the counter working. He saw her blueish green eyes, she was stunning the girl with her reddish brown hair the same length as his mothers. There was something about her, something mysterious something that swept him off his feet.

He chased her down after she left the store, and asked for her number. His guides and cupids arrow giving him the every control and push that his heart and soul kept beating steadily fast for.

"Call anytime miss, I'll jump to you anytime" said Nathan as he handed her his number.

The 15 year old boy, Nathan/Damian had fallen in love. Lust itself from the love and her beauty grew in his pants.

"Well thank you; Em may get your name hun?" asked the girl as her amethyst pendant sparkled in the sunlight.

"It's Nathan Barton, and yours miss?" replied Nathan.

"Nice to meet you Nathan, my name is Morwen Angora" answered Morwen.

Nathan smiled in his dreams as he remembered his moments with Morwen. When it came to her announcing her pregnancy to him, and promising to marry her after he fulfills his promise to his mother. He woke up, as if it was a nightmare.

The memory wasn't what it was though, it was the thought, he had promised himself off to her. He so felt like he betrayed his mother not only by promising himself but in a sense by falling in love, he never deemed those words by his promise, but he did in his heart. Not to mention he felt Morwen to be all woman, now even knowing her secret. Though in a sense she wasn't born that way, his thoughts were jumbled. He remembered when his mother talked with his Aunt Alice that summers day "Yes, I suppose he will, and with good luck he will meet a fine girl and give me plenty of granchildren". So he now kept thinking am I doing right by her, or am I making her turn in her grave.

Now 16, and from the recent night he got a call from his father's secretary. He would finally meet his father, he wasn't sure he wanted to he was hurt and angry. He wanted to talk to Morwen about it but couldn't reach her, he hoped to see her tomorrow. He hoped the right decisions would come to him. As the long night quickly fell back to sleep, it was a long day.

To be continued...

 
Synopsis: Morwen a witty girl, who happens to have once been a boy lives day to day with a rather unique life. She is a Witch and a Gypsy. Lifes never the easiest for Morwen, even with her powers that gives her simplicities in it.

Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this. Similarities of the story among any other stories movies etc are purely coincidental.
Visitors are coming, Morwen have a one on one conversation with her mum, Morwen and Nathan have are unkindly interupted

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Chapter 53
 
 
I awoke in the morning feeling slightly better, though I was still scared from yesterday. I was cold out of the blue, and grabbed my house-coat and put it on and my pink slippers. Though I knew I had to get past my fears sooner or later, and so I headed for my bathroom and locked the doors; one that led to Mark's bedroom and the other that led to mine. I looked out the window of the bathroom, and noticed the snow covering the ground.

'looks like Mark is gonna have his first winter experience as the man of the house, have to get him to shovel' I thought to myself with a giggle at the thought, thankfully I never have to do that again myself. A smile appeared on my face, as I thought 'I think I will need to get seasonal attire...shopping trip, yay'.

I went to the mirror above the kitchen sink and stood in front of it a few feet away, and turned left, then right. Maybe it was in my head, but I could swear I was getting bigger in the tummy. It is only a couple of days of my pregnancy, though I am sure I couldn't have grown as much as I am thinking in such a short time.

I will be 16 in a few monthes, and then I will need to get my 'Magick License' by the MPS (Magical Priorities Societies). Though come the next few weeks I will have to decide, continue my magical education at an institution such as at Lillian's Academy for Witches, though I would have to take part time courses, and not full time as I have a child to raise.

I took a shower and continue to think, I wonder if this would be the child I foresaw, or would it be later. I figured maybe I should ask Nathan if he would like to pick out other names. After all, if need be we might have a boy or a girl that isn't alike the girl I foresaw, the name I picked was for the one I foresaw, and so I believe it would be important to have others picked so as to be safe. Not to mention, that by last name's we would have to decide together as well; would our children take my name, our names put together or even his name as either Smite or Barton.

Were would we stay though too, would I move in with him and Mr. Barton, would he move in here with us, or would we get our own place. The thinking was overloading my brain, and even I can get headaches from thinking too much.

I got out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around my chest that came to above my knees and another I wrapped around my hair into a turban like image. I could have used my powers, but sometimes even I like to do things the hard way.

I unhooked the door (The lock was a hook) to my bedroom, and entered drying myself off. I got dressed in my lilac undergarments and dress, and sprayed myself with some perfume. I did my makeup and put on purple polish on my fingernails. I had to use my telekinesis, on the polish wand on my toes because I was worried about bending to much as I was worried about the baby.

I know I worry so much about the baby and she or he isn't even born yet. It must be my instincts and worry-wort side that tends to take over my mind sometimes.

I went downstairs, and Mark wasn't up yet. Mum was waiting for me at the table, she sat there drinking her juice. She told me before that when your pregnant your not supposed to drink coffee, and she doesn't like tea. So she drinks juice, it's sweet which she doesn't like however it is better than tea.

Mum looked up and said "Good morning".

I smiled at her and said "Morning mum".

Mum sipped her juice, and called to me as I was grabbing the juice from the refrigerator. "When you are done in there I want to have a word with you"

"OK, what about?" I replied from the kitchen as I grabbed a glass from the cupboard.

There was a moment of silence before she answered, you could tell she didn't want to say it but knew it had to be said "About what you and your bo...y...friend was up to" you could here her sniffle as she said it as she blew her nose.

I must have frozen as I continued to pour some of the juice in my glass began to over fill and dripped off the counter onto the floor. Hearing the spilling, I came out of my semi-unconscious state. I grabbed a rag from under the sink and cleaned up the mess, throwing the rag on the floor and used my foot to push the rag back and forth. I then took the dish cloth out of the sink and cleaned the counter and around the glass.

I took my glass, and walked back into the dinning room. I felt humiliated as I sat there with her staring at me and then the table back and forth. This conversation even though questions still weren't asked felt like humiliation of eternal time, I wanted to get it over with so I spoke up first.

"What do you want to know mum?" I asked quivering.

Mum looked back at me from the table and said as if she was coming out of thought, "hmm, what was that sweety?"

"I asked, what you wanted to know. You know, about me and Nathan." I replied with annoyed humiliation about having not only break the ice, but also had to embark in asking the humiliating question again.

"Did you use protection?" she replied quizzically.

I was dumbfounded, 'did she know' I asked myself. I sat in silence for a moment and looked to my lap and felt my stomach with my right hand and answered "No".

Mum's top lip quivered, she sighed and she blew her nose. Something troubled her, even I couldn't make sense of it, maybe it was just her worry of me, but there seemed to be a lot of repression built up inside of her that still I couldn't understand nor comprehend.

"Did you enjoy it?" asked mum like it was nothing to be ashamed of.

I once again, as it was a rather embarrassing comprehension. I was dazed by remembering the night. I felt myself glow inside just thinking about it, and before I could think what to say it popped out of my mouth "More than you can ever realize" and smiled, before realizing I had said it out loud.

Mum smiled, and then frowned. She must still have much confusion as what she said next was rather displayed.

"Are you gay?" asked mum.

I felt like I was struck by a giants punch. How could she even think that, it is fairly obvious, if I was gay I would be a guy that liked guys. I am a girl and like a guy, she is definitely off her rocker.

I chuckled a little at that and answered "of course not, if I was gay I would be a guy. Or to the most a lesbian. However, I am a girl mum and I like my guy. So I am by far not Gay in any way!"

Mum replied "But you are a guy, well were and like guys."

I shook my head, she just wasn't getting it. Maybe she just needs professional help, though it be hard to find a psychologist that will explain to my mother how a transgender witch got magical help from a gypsy to turn the witch into a normal girl, and happens to like guys, is most definitely not gay. If she were to tell them that, well the doctor would ship mum off to the psych-ward so fast there would be a road-runner cloud behind her.

"Mum, I can't believe I'm gong to break my prude characteristics but here it goes. I am a girl, a woman now. I have a vagina, a period, breasts, hips wide enough to carry sextuplets in time, so I am certain that I can say I am not a guy any way any more. Therefore my likeing guys is not in any way homosexual, but to be blunt and properly literal and grammatical, I am gay because I am happy" I stated, my anger was starting to carry, and I could feel my energy begin to load.

Mum thought for a moment and said "Just because you are a shemale, doesn't..."

I lost it, and shattered the glass while she was holding it. Mum screamed as some of the glass cut her hand.

"Don't you ever call me that word again, never!" I said my voice nearly growling at her, if I had been a dog, she might have been running or just frozen in fear.

"That's the word they used when I was in school, young lady. I didn't know there was anything wrong with it" replied mum nearly cowering at her error in judgment of wording.

The phone rang, and I got up to answer it. On the way I said "Now you do!"

"Hello" I said answering the phone.

"Hello, is this the Fletcher residence?" asked the woman on the other end of the line. Her voice sounding very familiar, though the static of the call as it was long distance seemed slightly odd.

"Yes, and the Hearth, may I ask who's speaking" I asked.

"Oh mind my manners, I am getting older but still young, this is Ellen, Lillian's mother" answered the woman. Then it clicked, Grandma.

"Hi Grandma, how are you?" I said, in excitement.

"I am fine dear, how are you Mary?" asked Grandma.

"Mary?" I asked, and continued "I am doing fine, but I am not Mary" I giggled on the phone.

There was silence for a few seconds, and she continued "Oh dear, I am so sorry, it has been a while. Your voice just sounded so feminine I figured it must have been Mary's. How are you then Derek?"

So it figures, mum has been so ashamed of us that she never told grandma. This is going to be difficult.

"Well Grandma, this is going to be rather difficult to tell you. I am Morwen Hearth, I used to be Derek" I stated to Grandma.

There was a dead silence on the other end of the phone and then, she asked to speak to mum. Within moments of bantering back and forth, as they have not been on the best of terms in the last couple of years. Mum said "OK, we will see you tomorrow afternoon. Bye..." And she hung up the phone.

Grandma was always a hippie at heart. She always told me she loved me no matter what, to this day I have no idea if I ever told her about my gender problems when I was younger, though I guess she may have always known. Though, with her you never know. My grandparents met at the picket lines at a park, grandma said it was during a vacation to the stated in the 60's. Golden Gate Park, grandma wore flowers in her hair, and the typical hippie tie-dye mu-mu that she was able to wear and red sunglasses.
Grandpa, was much different having already had to provide for his family he didn't have the time to embark in the 'make love not war' movement. He was in the front of the picket lines, telling it how he saw it. His words caught my grandmother off guard and they then looked into each other's eyes and fell in love. So in a matter of words my hippie grandmother fell in love with my as she called it 'uptight' father who represented 'the man'.
She still had the hippy inside of her, though she fell into the more dominated role of housewife and caregiver. She always said, it's peace that has always been fought for in time one way or another, though she believed it could only be fought for with words and the heart. I always held what she said close, though even I have my bad days.

"Your grandmother, will be here tomorrow around 1 in the afternoon" said mum walking back into the dining room as she continued "Your grandfather, your Uncle Paul and your Great Aunt Cathy will be joining her. We will tell them everything tomorrow".

Mum looked upset and nervous. I can understand why, grandma was a gossip a big gossip. In a way of saying she was the tabloid reporter and Aunt Cathy is her Camera, pen and paper. The family is the magazine, in a sense its an analogy, but not much of one compared to the drama and gossip of the family and how quick and extensive it all gets around.

 
Chapter 54
 
 

I went and saw Nathan at his place, it had been over a day since I have seen him. I was still cold, I put a Warming Spell on my spring jacket, so it should last until this evening when mum, Mark and I go to the mall in Ottawa. I don't feel much like teleporting in any way just yet as the nauseousness, is bringing me down.

"What has got you down hun" I asked as I looked at Nathan. He seemed zoned out, lost, depressed, angry and scared.

"I got a call, from my father's secretary" answered Nathan.

"Mr.Barton has a secretary?" I asked, having a spazzed moment.

It put a slight grin on Nathan's face and he replied "No! My birth father, he made an appointment, when to come and see me!"

"An appointment, wow isn't that fatherly. When is he going to see come and see you?" I asked trying to joke.

"January 8th, 5 days after my birthday" replied Nathan with his head hung low.

Changing the subject Nathan asked me "Well did your mother have a talk with you?"

"Yes! It was horrible and embarrassing" I replied, ticked at the reminiscence.

Nathan had the gull to chuckle and hold back a laugh at that. I swatted him with my hand on his back causeing him to hunch forward and say "You hit like a girl!"

"Ya, and I am damn well proud of it!" I replied.

He mulled me close into a hug, and we embraced in a long standing kiss. We throttled our tongues, and moved our lips. Nathan moving his hands about my body, I repaying the favour. Mr. Barton walked in on us and "Uh hummed!"

"Sorry dad, we were just catching up" said Nathan.

"Well that's all good, just you two can finish your catching up downstairs in the family room. I thought we had it clear last night, after our chat. No girls in your room, now get!" Stated Mr. Barton, eyeing Nathan opening the door for us to escort us out. Mr. Barton stopped me as I was about to leave the room.

"You young lady, should know better. I had a chat with your mother yesterday morning, you should keep clear from using your wiles on him to much or you could end up pregnant, young lady" said Mr. Barton with a tone, that made me feel like he no longer cared much for me.

"Understood Mr. Barton, I think I should be going anyway" I replied, and I left. I wanted to cry, and I did the moment I left the house.

To be Continued...

 
Synopsis: Morwen a witty girl, who happens to have once been a boy lives day to day with a rather unique life. She is a Witch and a Gypsy. Life's never the easiest for Morwen, even with her powers that gives her simplicities in it.

Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this. Similarities of the story among any other stories movies etc are purely coincidental.

"I have been meaning to ask you, also....after you left I started back drinking the next day I felt no more of a need for it and Mary...Mark and I started to get along better, would you have any idea why that is?" asked mum quizzically.

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Chapter 55
 
 
This chapter is narrated...

I calmed down, by the time I got home. I opened the door to my house and walked in. I took off my jacket and put it on a hook next to the door, and my purse on the miny hook underneath.

Mum was doing the dishes in the kitchen, and Mark was playing some video games. I remember when we were younger playing barbies, I never realized he didn't care much for the game.

"Hey, sis! Wanna play?" asked mark as I walked into the room.

"No thanks, Mark..." I answered and looked at him and continued "Shouldn't you be practicing getting your new power under control, trust me when you get a new gift especially a dangerous one it can overtake your control if you let it".

The screen flashed red, a voice came on the same time as the words came up saying 'Game over'. Mark said "See what you made me do, gees I was hoping to beat this level today" he got up from off the couch and turned off the game.

"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt your sloth" I replied.

He sat back down on the couch and flicked through the channels. "It's OK, I'll get around to it when I can. Today is me day, just gonna sit around and play some games and watch tv."

I rolled my eyes, and left the room. If he wants to sit around all day that is his problem not mine. I walked into the kitchen and asked "Can I help, mum?"

"Oh hi sweety, sure you can dry" replied mum, handing me a dish towel.

I began drying the odd dishes, and asked mum when we would go to the mall. She sat the last dish in the rinsing side for me and replied "I will go and call a cab, right now. You seem rather excited to go to the mall, I am surprised you don't want to use that transportation stuff of yours though".

"Oh thanks mum, I am just not in the mood for it right now" I replied.

Mum nodded, and left to call the cab. I finished the dishes, and went upstairs fixing my makeup and hair, making sure there wasn't anything out of place. I went back downstairs as Mum and Mark was getting there jackets on.

"About time you got down, hurry up the cab is waiting" said mum, shaking her head.

I put on my my purple runners, as I was worried about slipping in heels on the ice. Maybe get some winter boots with a nice size heel. I then grabbed my jacket and purse, and walked out the door, putting them on as I walked to the cab. Mark took the the drivers side in the backseat, I took behind mum's seat.

We drove for around 20 minutes, before coming to the outlet mall. Luckily the traffic was good, we were dropped off at the Walmart entrance. It is a good store, though I would much rather shop at La senza, The Bay, or even Stitches and Victoria's Secret, but it was mum's money.

"Well I have a surprise to tell you too now that were here" announced mum.

Mark and I looked at Mum, and we said in unison "what is it mum?!"

Mum got a grin on her face, and said "We are going to not be shopping in here, we are going to walk through here to get to the rest of the mall."

"But we don't have that kind of money mu..." I replied.

"That is my business young lady, don't you worry. I think it's time we try Name brand stores, don't you think?" replied mum cutting me off.

I was about to say something else, but decided not to argue.

We were entering the mall, when Mark asked "Where are we gonna go first?"

"Victoria's Secret" I replied.

"No! Not till later, first winter jackets and boots, then browsing for anything else" interrupted mum.

Mark's dropped lip became a sly smile, as he realized he may get out of having to go to Victoria's Secret. We went to The Bay across the mall.

After much arguing with mum she let me get the cutest boots, they were black leather, corsetted up the sides come to about two inches below my knees, and had a 2 inch heal. My Jacket was a long black wool, with marble style plastic buttons of black and white. Mark got short flat black boots, and a red flannel jacket. We had a killer time, trying to find the men's section in The bay for him, but we came across it in like 10 minutes or so.

Before we left Mark and I both got several outfits. I got eight dresses, 6 tops, 2 pairs of pants and a pair of capris, as well as 4 skirts. Mark got 6 pairs of pants, 8 t-shirts, and 4 sweaters. Mum got several maternity clothes for herself. Mum spent on just this one store close to $850.
I was surprised, we weren't even done yet, and she'd already spent more one trip then I ever remember her of doing all my life.

We walked past a beauty salon, and mum gave me a grin and said "I haven't been to the salon in ages, and you two need proper haircuts for court on Monday, as well as your nails and eyebrows done".

It was true, the last time mum went to a salon I was 9 and because of severely split ends and what they called dead hair, they chopped her waist long hair to her chin length. Her hair always and still is very frizzy and curly. Her work at the factory has made it naturally frizzy, and has a tendency to spark people sometimes when she touches them. It is not a power she has, its from all the machines at work, and she near something that will give a spark like wool carpet or so.

I have a reddish brown hair like my mum however it is lightened by my dad's dirty blond hair that is already has many grays. Mine is much longer than my mum's now, being waist length and nearly perfectly straight, and my mum's though these days she cuts the split ends too often is only mid back.

Mark agreed to get his hair cut and properly masculinely styled, but wouldn't get his nails or even his eyebrows done. Mum gave up with a sigh, she is definitely still getting used to our gender roles reversed, not to mention that her only daughter happens to be far more feminine than herself.

We waited for a few several minutes in the waiting area, I looked through the magazines to find a suitable hairstyle I liked. Just I wouldn't allow any coloring done, I picked a beautiful long layered look, at least they wouldn't need to add extensions. With thinned out bangs, it looked gorgeous. Mum helped Mark pick out a pop star kind of look, she allowing him to die his hair a medium dark brown. Mum was going to try to get them to give her a straight perminate, (she always hated her curly hair) and then have them cut and style it to something nice to her shoulders.

Mark was up first, a tall skinny woman came and got him she had long black hair, and dark makeup I thought she looked like Morticia Adams lost in a makeup store her name was Melissa.

Mum was called up next, it was ironic as how she has had her mood change lately one minute she seemed fine about our reversals and then not. She was being served by a 30 something year old man, his name was Phillip I will not pass judgement on him as he was rather effeminate in how he talked and gestured, but he was nice all in all. There were only two men working there him and another I heard be called Greg.

I was brought to my seat by a nice blond lady, she must have been early to mid 20's her name was Veronica. We talked about everything, that was of good nature to talk about without risking pitchforks and torches. I told her about Nathan, mum and Mark. About the coming court hearing in a couple of days, and relatives coming by. I even started to talk about Felicity, though I didn't mention her being biologically male, as that would cross a dangerous line.

Veronice told me to bring her by, and I would get a discount next time I came for word of mouth advertising. I told her I will see what I can do.

She washed and rinsed my hair, cut and styled and so forth. Then I was brought to the nail parlor section of the salon, where they got rid of the polish on my nails, and put on acrylics on my fingers. They then polished my toes a sparkly red, and fingers the same. They then waxed my eyebrows, till they were thin and narrow. I was then led to mum, I said thanks to Veronica and then we were off.

Mark had been finished for awhile, so we picked him up across the hall at the arcade. We waited for him to get beat and lose the game. Mum and I talked, while we waited for him. She had a much shorter haircut then she had before, It was straightened best they could, and the frizz for at least the moment was gone. It was just above her shoulders it looked as if it was touching, but it was hard to tell. Her hair, rounded and then curled slightly outward come the bottom. Looked rather conservative, yet pretty for a woman of her age.

"How are you doing about all the recent changes mum?" I asked, looking at her.

Mum looked back and then back at Mark, and said "about you and Mar..k, as best as can be expected I suppose. I never thought I would see the day that you would be growing breast and painting your nails, or my daughter now my son get his hair cut short without a proper reason like head lice" mum paused for a second and continued "I never thought in a million years, that you above all people would do such impossible things".

I began to cry, and I said "Nothing is impossible mum, only possibilities and definities".

"I have been meaning to ask you, also....after you left I started back drinking the next day I felt no more of a need for it and Mary...Mark and I started to get along better, would you have any idea why that is?" asked mum quizzically.

I giggled, and said "Because I cast a spell on you, mum...the night I saw you passed out in my scrying bowl drunk as a skunk with several bottles around you. I knew he needed to be taken care of and I wasn't there to do it, so I did what I could do and that was to give a little of your old self back..."

"Thank you, you know I used to be like I am now back when your father and I were together before all hell broke loose that is" said mum interrupting me.

"I know mum, I remember very well how you used to be. I remember you reading me bedtime stories, baking cookies, playing with us on the floor, kissing our sores, and even drying our tears...at least mine. Then it all stopped; no more stories, no more baking, you stopped joining in our games, if we were sore you would tell us to suck it up, and if we were sad you'd say we didn't have nothing to be sad about..... So I took up with Mark as I could I dried his tears, and kissed his sores, made his lunches, told him many tales and stories, I even listened to everything that bothered him, until I couldn't help him anymore..." I said, looking down to the floor with tears in my eyes, just as mum's.

"Why did you stop?" asked mum.

"Because of envy and self pity, I became devilishly angry with her and you especially" I answered.

"Why were you angry with us?" asked mum confused.

I shook my head in the memory of why, the what seems slightly ridiculous now, but of very good purpose at the time. I answered "Because you and Mary had the life, I should have and you's didn't deserve it one bit. You two had girl time, Mary was budding, and menstruating, and I wasn't. The moment she came to me and told me she started, I screamed inside like bloody murder, my envy got really bad. In the same sense when you took day off work and let Mary off school for the day to go first bra shopping. The night happened, and I was so angry and envious that I tried to kill her!"

Mum looked at me in disbelief, and tried to console me but pulled back. Then she asked "did you think I loved her more than you?"

I nodded and she said "Well I didn't, though every time I looked at you I saw you father, so I couldn't allow myself to get to close. You back then looked so much like him it scared me, and the flashes sparked my memories, not good ones either. I know it isn't a good reason, but it was it. I also noticed some of your nature, but i guess I was trying to tell myself it wasn't true by doing and saying the things I did to you by it. I was baptized sweety when I was born, I was not raised very religious though, however I was raised with very old fashion traditions and values. You know I lived out in the country, but it wasn't were I was meant to be, but I did learn to accept the traditional roles of life. I was wild and free when I was young and I did some stupid things as a teenager, and as a child. Things that perhaps one day will come back and bite me in the ass."

"I do love you mum" I said and hugged her, she hugged me back and replied "I know hun, I love you too"

We finished our shopping a couple of hours later, and went to the food court to grab a bite to eat before heading. I got A&W Teenburger, Mark got KFC, and Mum got a salad.

"So mum, how did you pay for all this stuff, we must have spent well over a thousand dollars today" asked Mark with his mouth full of food.

"That's disgusting Mark, your not a caveman ya know, next time close your mouth" I said, rolling my eyes and nearly gagging.

"If you thought that was disgusting then how about this joke eh 'do you like sea food?'" replied Mark.

"You know I do, so what's the joke?" I had to ask, which turned out to be the wrong move.

"See food" answered Mark, as he opened his mouth full of chewed up bits of chicken, making me feel nauseous and need to regurgitate.

"That's enough Mark, be a gentleman and more mature" ordered mum, nearly slamming her fist on the table.

"Well how did you pay for all this stuff mum?" I asked, causing her to get irritated and then calmed down.

Mum got a sly grin and then a smile and replied, "Your Father paid off the child support, now that we are rid of Richard. Well technically, he got his sister to pay it off and were finally getting a divorce".

"Aunt Barb and Uncle Justin?" I asked, mum nodded and I replied "That's great mum, how much did we get?"

"We got enough, around 18 grand" answered mum with a quirky smile.

Mark looked down to his meal, and said he was full and wanted to leave. I understood that he was upset, he has no memories of mum and dad together, but knowing they are his parents, always and still does feel they should be together. He was 2 when they separated, he heard the divorce scenario before, but it never happened and never a sign that it would so he never took it seriously. He never liked Richard, though he was a father figure for him. Unfortunately it left him confused, as he and Richard always seemed like one in the same, sometimes I used to wonder if dad's claim that mum was indelicate was true as he looked much more like Richard than dad, and acted spoke walked everything about him of many thing seemed more Richard inherited.

Mum got up to use the rest room, I stayed behind to talk to Mark.

"It will be ok Mark it is for the best, trust me" I said trying to console him with my words.

Mark didn't say a word, he just kept looking at the cardboard box, of his chicken meal. He was trying to hide his tears, with a tilted face to the table and after a moments time he replied "How would you know, I wish I could just have seen how they were together, it isn't fair you and everyone claims all these things. I have never seen them, how could I have...."

The box flamed, and like an invisible cling sound Mark was gone.

To be continued...

 
Synopsis: Morwen a witty girl, who happens to have once been a boy lives day to day with a rather unique life. She is a Witch and a Gypsy. Life's never the easiest for Morwen, even with her powers that gives her simplicities in it.

Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this. Similarities of the story among any other stories movies etc are purely coincidental.

Mark time-travels and sees the events of his parents 'romance, and marriage', Morwen visits Felicity in the hospital, and gets ready for her family's visit.

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Chapter 56
 
 
This chapter is narrated...

Like a flash of a bright white light, Mark stood standing in a storage closet with one foot stuck in a soapy water bucket. The door was slightly ajar, and he peaked out and saw a much younger Lillian Kilbride, and Danial Fletcher (mum and dad).

Lillian must have been 17 maybe 18, Danial was early 30's. Danial was working as a janitor in the butchery section, at 'Simpson's Meats', Lillian was on her Co-operative education working in the office, she had come down to hand files to the butchery manager. Danial looked hooked on the beauty walking past him, checking out every inch of the young teenage girl.

"Hi, I am looking for the manager, have you seen him?" asked Lillian after Danial turned around from her tapping him on the back.

Tongue tied, Danial pointed to the door marked 'Personnel Management'.

"Thank you" replied Lillian and she walked away to the office.

Still not realizing Mark is invisible, he was transported again, this time several weeks later.

"Ah come on sweet cheeks, just one date and I will never ask you again" pleaded Danial.

She rolled her eyes knowing it wouldn't be a very bright idea, she was still getting over a ery seriousevent in her life from hardly over a year ago. Unknown to her parents, to get over the grief over the last year she had been experimenting with many drugs, such as marijuana and ecstasy and the occasional swiped alcohol. Not only that but she came from a very hazardous household, her father was very abusive to both her mother and her brother Paul. He had a very rare condition that caused his emotions to swing out of rack and cause his brain to inflict pain on others. Lillian herself was abused as well, she was pulled and pushed down stairs, and once because she didn't have the grass cut her father flung an axe at her missing her by several inches. She didn't trust men, not even in the slightest, especially what happened over a year ago.

Fed up, Lillian replied "Fine, after work" then she walked away.

Being transported several hours later, Mark found himself in a 80's dive, playing hard rock in the background, smoke full and strong in the air. A drunken Lillian, getting giggly and grabby and running at the mouth, looking dazed and confused, her eyes seeming parted from her mind.

"I think you have had enough" said Danial as Lillian began grabbing him to dance on the dance floor.

"I will tell you when I have had enough, now get off my ass and dance, you wanted to go out with me, well this is me, now show me a good time will you!" replied Lillian in a forceful giddy mood.

She hunched over him and belched, spewing regurgitated beer all over his cowboy boots.

Lillian's feathered, frizzy curly hair covering her sweaty face, and dripping wet lips. Danial although disgusted, but in love said "Marry me?!"

Lillian barely thought a second and answered "Why the hell not, stick it to my parents, that'll show them!"...hick.

Transported 5 weeks later, in a Anglican Church. Mark witnessed his parents wedding. Lillian had a dark red bruise around her left wrist, Danial looked worried but slightly happy. Lillian's mother and father had handcuffed her that morning to the kitchen table, to prevent her from making a terrible mistake. Having found the trigger switch, she unhooked herself after several pulls bruising her wrist.

After there vows, they kissed and signed there license, and left in a rented car to a local hotel. Mark had seen only a moment of the dirty, before being transported again this time several years.

"Will you ever spend time with your children, for crying out loud your always sleeping on that damn couch" stated Lillian Carrying baby Mary in her arms and Derek on the floor playing with building blocks.

"I am 36 fuc**** years old, I work nights. The deal was I would go out and work and you would stay home with the kids. So I sleep during the goddamn day, so leave me be" replied Danial in anger.

"I can't believe I married a pathetic excuse of a man like you, whatever made me even consider it I will never know" said Lillian in the heat of the moment.

Danial got up off the couch, and stood in front of her, though he was shorter than her he was much more built and stronger than her.

"I don't know why I even stick with a woman like you, hell I should have kicked your ass to the curb last year after your affair, but I didn't, did I?!" demanded Danial hastily.

Lillian began to stutter at her tongue-tied words and finally said "Nnnn...No!"

Lillian put Mary, in the play pen next to the stairs of the condo living room they were in.

"Don't turn your back to me when I am talking to you!" demanded Danial screaming.

Lillian turned to face him and said "pipe down your making an ass of yourself!"

The next thing was shocking, it was the proof of what Morwen and much others in the family have told him, Danial punched Lillian in the right side of her face just below her eye. He could no longer deny the truth.

Danial began walking over to the fallen Lillian and picked her up by the scruff of her V neck shirt, with his fist in the air. Derek got up in worry, and jumped on Danial screaming "get off my mommy!" over and over again.

Before Mark could finish seeing what else happened, not that he wanted to it was horrific, and angered him deeply. He was transported back to the present time, tears strolling down his face, as it was more than a unbearable event to witness.

"Mark it will be OK" I said as I was consoling and hugging and rubbing Mark's back.

Mark remained silent and sobbing, his breath beginning to hyperventilate, and his voice getting rougher in the sorrow.

"I never wanted you to see the things that happened between them, they were my burden's memories, mum's and dad's. You were too young, it is something you never truly forget, but I must stress that now you will have to work with too. You must try to not let it take control of you, trust me, OK" I said rubbing his back.

Mark shook his head, this was something I never wanted him to see but he did.

 
Chapter 57
 
 

I was dropped off at the hospital to visit Felicity around 7 pm, it was already dark outside. The check in was completely packed. So I just went to the elevators, and to Felicity's room. She was watching the television overhead, cattle auctions.

"Hey Felicity, how are you?" I said walking into her room.

"UH, oh hi Morwen. I am feeling a little better, I have been told I will be able to leave in a couple of weeks" replied Felicity in her head. Her throat still making it painful to verbally speak.

"Great, that's good news" I replied and hugged her and asked "So what have you been up to today, had any visitors?"

Felicity answered "slept and watched TV, and some lady came to see me from social services".

"What did she want?" I asked worried.

"She said that the county was taking custody of me" answered Felicity.

"Oh, what does that mean?" I replied, confused.

Felicity looked a little confused herself, and then said with shrugged shoulders "I don't know, she said she would explain more tomorrow, when she comes".

"Oh OK, well I hope you let me know. Anyways hun, have you thought any about calling on your mother?" I asked.

"Yes, I have thought about it, but I haven't made a decision yet. I still appreciate the offer, though its too big a decision right now and to many things running through my head" replied Felicity.

"Oh OK, I understand. Would you like to do anything?" I asked.

Felicity thought for a second and said "Well it was nice having you here to see me but I am feeling a little tired."

"Oh, if your sure that's what you want to do, I guess I will see you Tuesday OK" I replied.

"OK, bye" replied Felicity.

I left, the little one taking me back home with that electric travel again. This baby, is already making mommy proud, takes after her/his daddy.

The following day, mum couldn't sleep in so she spent her time waking us up and having us help her clean the house. I didn't mind I was able to just levitate everything in sight to help me clean, including dishes, vacuum, dusters etc. Mark cleaned his room, mum got the laundry cleaned, I cleaned my room as well. Then we got the guest room ready, for our grandparents, Uncle Paul would sleep in Mark's room, and Aunt Cathy would stay at the rooming house while Mark would sleep on the couch he could make up later when he wanted to turn in.

If anyone knows the typical come callings of family that visit, there either early or late. Luckily this time they were late by about 3 hours, as the roads were horrible, with the blizzard coming in.

I was dressed in a silky pink blouse with long lace wrist openings and collar, and a black knee long skirt and 3 inch black heals. Mum said wearing 4 inch heals would give my grandparents and aunt a heart attack. I brushed my hair, leaving it styled, the way it was without putting it up. I also wore my pearl dangle earrings, and a pretty amethyst sting necklace with matching bracelet.
Mum also advised me to take off the red fingernail polish, because in grandpa's opinion when she was a girl was 'hooker polish', I giggled at that and did what she said, and painted my nails pink, I think I'm gonna need to get some more, I am almost out.I touched up my eyes, with a light pink and some mascara. Then some blush, and light pink lipstick, touched with some shinny pink gloss.

My Aunt Cathy is one of my grandmother's sisters, my Uncle Paul is my mother's younger brother.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, while mum let them in a sprayed myself with some rose scented perfume, and made my way downstairs.

I was greeted with the gaps of my visiting family's mouths, and what I could fairly hear was "Holy shit!"

To be continued...

 
Synopsis: Morwen a witty girl, who happens to have once been a boy lives day to day with a rather unique life. She is a Witch and a Gypsy. Life's never the easiest for Morwen, even with her powers that gives her simplicities in it.

Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this. Similarities of the story among any other stories movies etc are purely coincidental.
On our way to the dinning room grandpa lit up a cigarette and said behind me "Well I guess seems how your all dolled up Derek, you won't want to help me with the car eh?"

Chapter 58

The remark "Holy shit" from my grandfather made me scared, and I nearly fainted from the scare. Grabbing the railing tighter, I replied "Nice to see you too, grandpa!"

Grandma gave me a hug and said "I always knew you were a girl sweetheart, the surprise is your brother" which caused me to giggle. Even Mark's dilema, came a surprise to me.

"You know sweety, you look alot like how my mother looked before she got married in her photographs" stated grandma.

"Really, Grammy you sure. I thought I looked like mum but with straight hair" I replied, my great grandmother even in her present elder age looked quite beautiful.

Grandma laughed and said "No! No, your mother has a much bigger head, but don't say I said that."

"Mother! Really, that isn't very nice thing to say about me" replied my mum mockingly hurt.

"Ah! blame your father, Lilly you got his head, just feminised" grandma, is always making fun at her of it.

Mum rolled her eyes, "Well lets go to the dinning room, and have a chat all, I need to rest my legs!"

Grandma always the spirited one just had to say it "Well you wouldn't need to rest your legs dear, if you hadn't mated with that bastard!"

On our way to the dinning room grandpa lit up a cigarette and said behind me "Well I guess seems how your all dolled up Derek, you won't want to help me with the car eh?"

Without even looking at him I stoped, and said with my back facing him "Of course not, ask Mark he's your grandson, I am just your simple pretty grandaughter" I then turned to him and said "You can call me Morwen!" and I gave him a smile and continued to walk back to the dinning room.

We talked for a while, the first things that were talked about was Mark and my transformation, it hardly went well at least with grandpa that is. Grandpa unfortunitely had a bigot side of himself. Anything considered oposing heterosexuality, as in homosexuality and transexuality in his mind was wrong, including immigration, certain politics, religion and miscellanius things as well. Though if calmed down he could be fairly decent, usually after his meds, when he falls asleep or stairs off into space.

Grandpa drank his coffee, which grandma happily slipt his medication into. Within moments Mark showed him to the guest room were he could have a nap.

"So let me get this straight, we are a family by blood of witches and gypsies" said grandma after much discussion.

I nodded my head and said "From your mother's mothers side and so forth, it carries stronger in the female line."

"How come I never knew about this then?" replied grandma a little shocked.

I smiled and said matter of factly "you still might, you just never put two and two together, not to mention when you mate with a mortal the witch will normally lose her powers to the mortal she consemated with. Not to mention though only your active powers are taken away, which would include, the magickal essence that consentrated within your blood stream, which would be for your projection and hightened healing abilities, and any other majorly active or what many would consider remote gifts. So only, your minor might stay Nathan did tell me that before. So, if you have the ability to see through time, but never learned to control it then the chance of ever controling it is negative, however if you did learn to control it then you'll lose it".

"Who is this Nathan?" asked Uncle Paul, causing me to smile and blush.

I gave him a emotionally dazed look, and said while holding me belly "My boyfriend!"

Aunt Cathy who was sitting next to my mum and Mark, spat out her coffee, spraying Uncle Paul in the face. He whipped his face off with a towel mum handed him, and said "Thanks, Aunt Cathy thats what I needed eh!" causeing us to laugh hysterically.

"When do we meet this stud, sweety?" asked grandma with demand.

I was surprised she already wanted to meet him, I really love my grandma. I quickly replied without thinking "I will be right back, and get him!"

I got up and patted my belly and whispered "Come on sweety, bring mummy to daddy".

Within seconds, the child growing within transported me electrically to Nathan who was in the storage room of the store, putting things away stacking shelves.

"Hi hun!" I said as he turned around and hugged him close, kissing his unpainted lips. Which when I released him just had a coat of glossy pink roughly left on his lips.

"My god your gorgeus" replied Nathan grabbing me close. His 'wand' trying to penetrate through the jeans. I beleave he was 'pleased' to see me.

"Why thank you, your are quite a handsome stud yourself eh" I stated as he kissed me again, fondling my waist and hips, then to my rear.

"As much as I would love to right now sweety, I have to get back. I came to get you hun, they want to meet you, and I want you to meet them" I stated pulling back.

Nathan looked hurt, but then a smile came on his face "I would love to meet them, but I do have to work!"

I rolled my eyes, and said "Well I am sure your dad (Mr. Barton) can spare an hour or even just a few minutes of your time!"

"Ok, I will ask him, hold a second" said Nathan, as he left to the ask Mr. Barton if he could leave for a bit and explained why. Mr. Barton said "Fine, but be back in an hour!"

"Great, thanks dad" stated Nathan as he ran back into the storage room.

"OK, all ready lets go" said Nathan as he hugged my waist with one arm and we teleported back to the house in electric sparks.

"I still can't believe what's...." said Aunt Cathy, before she was cut off by our entrance.

"That was fast!" welcomed grandma, as it was only about 10 minutes.

"Ha, ya a little bit, we would have been here sooner if we didn't make out" I said "Speaking of which, you might want to clean that gloss off your lips sweety!" which caused Nathan to take his sleeve wrapped around his fingers of him right arm whipping the gloss off his lips.

I introduced my family to him and him to my family, all except grandpa who was upstares in his slumber.

"Well young man, we need to know some things about you, to get to know you?" said grandma over a sip of coffee.

"Well ask anything you like, I do tend to be very honest" stated Nathan, who barely seemed worried.

"Where do you see your career path?" asked Uncle Paul, picking a cookie off the plate from the center of the dinning room table where we were sitting.

"I plan to become an Alchemical Necromancer, sir. What do you do?"

"I am a Computer Program, for the NCR corporation" replied my uncle.

"What is this job you plan to do, son I don't believe I have ever heard of such position" asked my grandmother.

Nathan smiled and said, "An Alchemical Necromancer, is an Alchemist whom usues alchemy to perform Necromancy or as many will say the position of Necromancer. Whom, works with the art of potion making, ressurection and reincarnation as well as the medical practice to use natural remedies, of ancient and what your kind calls new age practice. Which by all honesty, is much older than many give it credit for." Nathan chuckled and continued " By Necromancer, would also be responible to perform burial and funeral rights and can then also perform other spiritual matters such as to keep it simple in your terminology, marriages and divorces, as well as magical blessings on newborn children such as in example, a magical christening/baptising that now adays is considered the wiccaning ceremony".

"hmmm!" replied my grandmother and uncle in unison whom seemed rather impressed, sure they didn't understand, but they respeceted his consideration and what to them sounded rather oddly logical.

"So how do you feel about dating a boy?" asked my Aunt Cathy nonchalantly.

Nathan sat in silence at shock, the question catching him off guard. His silence making me very tense, and was beginning to feel like maybe he wasn't completely honest to me about his feelings. Then all of the sudden he said the sweetest thing.

"What boy, she is all woman...My Woman!" reaching over and kissing me square on the lips.

Grandma looked over at us, and you could tell she was rather pleased not only by the comment but the effection as well. She thought to herself 'oh the days when I was that young and in love, just hope he keeps it in his pants'.

"Well she may look that way, but you have to admit getting around his 'little fella' must be rather difficult to not notice" replied Aunt Cathy.

Nathan began to get angry, I have never seen him truly angry before. A vein in his neck began to bulg and his forehead tightened and crinkled in shape. He looked like he was about to blow a fuse. I put my hand on his leg, only to have him jump up off his chair and shout at Aunt Cathy.

"I do not know what your problem is lady, but I can tell you right now that there is no 'little fella' as you call it, attached to my girl" hollered Nathan.

Aunt Cathy was in some shock, she may tend to be what some may call a 'bitch' though no one has ever hollard at her, except maybe her husband and childen, never a stranger.

"How dare you!" yelled Aunt Cathy "And how would you know?! Indulge us will you with what you know then, eh!!"

I gripped Nathan's leg tighter, to keep his mouth shut. My Aunt decided to get smart and said mockingly "Cat got your tongue?!"

I giggled out of hilarity, of Aunt Cathy for the fact that her big mouth was going to bring an answer from me that would possible drop the mouths of many in the room.

"Well, what is it, huh....don't have an answ...." mocked Aunt Cathy.

"Because I am pregnant!" I replied cutting her off.

To be continued...

 
Synopsis: Morwen a witty girl, who happens to have once been a boy lives day to day with a rather unique life. She is a Witch and a Gypsy. Life's never the easiest for Morwen, even with her powers that gives her simplicities in it.
Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this. Similarities of the story among any other stories movies etc are purely coincidental.

"Just because you act, talk, and so forth beyond your age. It doesn't make it so, you are only 15, youll be what 16 when this child is born. Do not make a foolish mistake, you don't have to grow up so damn fast!"

Chapter 59

You could here a pin drop, the only noises you could here for a long strenuously silent moment was the birds outside, and the barking dogs in the distance as well as the basic household sounds such as the mildly sounding fridge.

"Well, it is getting cold in here, Mark go outside please and cut some wood for the fireplace" said Grandma, trying to break the ice.

"But I...." said Mark before being cut off by the stare of mum and grandma.

Mark got off of his seat and left through the kitchen, mumbling under his breath 'I never get to hear the good parts!'

The screen door shut momentarily, with a meek slam. Everyone looked like they were hit with a sudden death, or sudden winning of the lottory; the look was so deathly quiet I couldn't take it anymore, though before I could say anything grandma pipped in.

"Well there's adoption or abortion, though at your age abortion would be the best option".

"I am not getting rid of my child in any way shape or form, how can you be so cold-hearted?!" I squeeked out a yell.

Mum looked deep in thought, like she was remembering something, with a mix of sadness and anger herself.

"I am not being cold-hearted, just realistic. You are too young to be having a child, you are a child yourself for crying out loud" replied grandma, frustrated trying to hold back tears of her own.

"In many eyes I may be to young, in the eyes of the heavens I am not. If I was not ment to be pregnant at this moment I wouldn't have been. The night Nathan and I combined our passionate flames in physical romance, the stars showed us it was our time. The night I had told him about my being a gypsy, a witch and even being born male. He told me how much he loved me, I told him how much I loved him. My own Nymph made our moment ready for us before I even came to my sanction" I stated, as I continued "If I really am as young as you say I am then one phrase you always told me is false. You always said and I quote 'you are only as old as you feel, and as wise as you show' well if that is the case then I am far beyond age to be to young to birth my child, yet alone do anything else I deem neccesary to do in my life. No one, and I mean no one less then a deity will be able to tell me differently without my abidence".

Grandma rolled her eyes, and began tapping her fingers on the table out of anxiety. Her clear polished semi long nails tapping on the table, was irritating all of us, before anyone could say anything she said. "No, it is not false, it is however different. Just because you act, talk, and so forth beyond your age. It doesn't make it so, you are only 15, youll be what 16 when this child is born. Do not make a foolish mistake, you don't have to grow up so damn fast!"

Nathan decided to speak up and said non-chalantly trying not to raise the temperature of hostility yet say his wishes stated "I will not allow my child to be dropped off to some strangers, nore will I ever allow an abortion. We made this child in love, and the child will be raised in the love we made for it. Sacrifices will be made in our lives, yet I would rather kill myself before I ever allow one of my own children to feel the grim's sickle!"

"One thing you will have to learn boy, is that it is the right of the mother to abort a child not the father. She could do it at any..." stated Aunt Cathy before being cut off by me "I said already I wasn't going to, are you's deaf or just dumb!"

"Morwen! That is not the way to speak to your elders, they may be in the wrong here, but that doesn't give you any right to incline them being 'dumb'!"

"Sorry! But this is my child, our child" I said huddling closer to Nathan.

"May be wrong?! I am not wrong Lilly, I am right afterall...." replied grandma, raising her voice before being cut off. (be aware in this family when an argument is going on it's completely normal to cut each other off, I know disfunctional, but thats just the way it is).

"Afterall, what mum?! When you forced me to give up my child, 'dont worry' you said 'when it is over you will forget all about it' ya right mum, I never forgot about it, the beautiful little girl. I was 16 fu**ing years old, and she was grabbed out of my arms and handed all so innocently to a nurse and then I never heard of her again!" said mum reflectingly angry.

What! mum had a child before me. This I so wasn't expecting, I wonder how she looks, where she lives, her name, etc. But how could mum have lied to me all this time, I thought I was the eldest and here it is, nope I just so happen to be second eldest, to my knowledge. I wonder if Mark had seen that in the past, during his recent visit. So many thoughts were running throught my mind, that I couldn't think straight.

"I think I should be going!" said Nathan and before I could stop him from leaving he was gone in a flash of electric sparks.

'Coward!' I thought under my breath, only because he didn;t stay behind, I suppose he wasn't used to the disfunction like I was.

"It was your own fault in the first place, I told you to use protection not to mention that you didn't know who the father was" stated grandma hollering, causing mum to roll her eyes.

"You told me, as of protection to 'do it in a tree, you cannot get pregnant if you do it in a tree' as of me not knowing who the father was, that wasn't my fault. I was jumped by 8 maybe 10 guys, while coming home from work!" stated mum.

"We can get to this later you two, were trying to discus Derek's...uh Morwen's pregnancy. Let's try not to get side tracked here ok" announed Aunt Cathy.

Grandma got up and left to the kitchen to poor herself another cup of coffee. Shortly later she came back into the semi silent room, with the sounds of heavy breathing and aggitation that hardly settled in the room.

The conversations went on for over an hour, Aunt Cathy decided to leave to the hotel. Mark remained outside chopping wood, and little to authorizatin making a bon fire outside practicing his powers to keep busy and to keep out of the way as he felt was intended for him to do.

The conversation shifted back and forth, from me to mum to grandma and to uncle paul.

"I still say, he..she shouled get an abortion, it's the right thing to do. If it is money thats the issue, I will get the money or even just take her to mexico" said grandma "You made me a grandmother at an early age Lilly, but she is not going to make me a great grandmother while I am in my 50's no way in hell!"

I caught that I didn't care, I want my child and would do what I had to have her or him. I blurted out "Well thats really selfishly egotistical grandma, its your age then your worried about...just grow up!"

"Morwen, apologize to your grandmother!" ordered mum "I told you last time not to speak to your elders like that, now apologize!"

I starred at mum and said "I will not, I have every right to say it. 'I call it as I see it'..."

"Don't give me that look young lady, if you are not going to apologize than go to your room!"

"Fine!" I said and rubbed my belly before being interjected by mum.

"Walk to your room, it will give you some time to think!"

I walked to my room, up the stairs down the hall, opening my door walking in and slamming it shut. To top it off, I just said the first thing to come to mind 'damn bitch!'

I plopped myself on my bed sobbing into my pillow, lieing on my stomach. I fell asleep in a short while, listening to the yelling and screaming. I just knew no matter what I had to do I would give birth to this, any and every child I had and have. Even if I had to leave, I would.

Mum came up later that night and awoke me, we had a small talk and she said I could keep the baby, as it was my decision. Though she said, because of my disrespectable behaviour to grandma, that I would be grounded for the next week. That ment that no going out and to come home straight after school. However, I would be allowed to go out, to the trial and only along with mum, but other than that no free rein for a week.

Chapter 60

I felt very strange, I had never been grounded, at least not that I could remember. I felt a little angry, and upset but after awhile I was beginning to relise that mum had begun to take her maternal/parental responsibilities seriously. Above all else, I was her child well tennager child, but her kid; that I also wasn't her parent, I liked it some but somehow I found some bit of control of responibilty escape that left me with many conflicitng feelings and emotions.

The following day I dressed in my white lacy bra and camisole, with matching lacy panty. Then I put on my white embroidered blouse, and black vest with matching pants. Then my 3 1/2 inch black and white pair of heels. I then accessorized, with a pair of my silver hoop earrings, and my silver heart pendant and charm bracelet that had several hearts extending from the wrist band. I left my nails the way they were, I loved that salon visit my nails all pretty like. I then brushed and straightened my hair, after I put on my makeup.

The drive to the court house was uneventful, grandma and I didn't talk at all, grandpa remained silent as he drove us. Mum kept primping my hair, still enviouse that mine was all the better straighter than hers and Mark was fiddling with his tie.

The court house was red brick, old and tattered walls. The windows were replaced maybe 10 years ago so they looked relatively modern. A black metal fence, like that you would expect at an old yet painted cemetary fencing with mild rust would have strung around the front of the building's property.

Richard awaited at the facing the front in the front row. Wearing and orange jump suit, his hair dark and somewhat asque and curly made it seem he just got out of bed. There was still some bruising on his face, and his left arm was slung in a stained sling.

He sat right to his county authorized lawyer, who to my own standards looked younger than Richard by a couple of years. He was very disorganized and really needed to learn how to dress properly for a court hearing. Only one thought went through my head looking at the pair 'He is totally screwed" causing me to cover my mouth worrying I had set it outloud or not.

The Judge in question that ran the proceedings was Judge Renkin. He was a rather old man, with a bald spot, dark grey hair short looked alot like dr.phil with square skinny spectacles.

The proceeding went on for nearly 4 hours, in the end Richard was found guilty of child abuse, though his claim of my being male, was rejected as insanity on his part (due unknown to them from my tansformation). He was ordered to spend 2 years in a mental health facility, and after that time he would have a restraining order, that would keep him away by no less than 5 miles.

The days and weeks passed by, Felicity was took away by social services which I found out that she was placed in foster care. With my help, I persuaded some leprichauns, to give her a little luck; so she was fostered by a very kind open minded liberal family. She then was allowed to live full time, which I promised her that she can give me the word and I would see to her transformation.

Mum decided around January to have an ultra sound, it indicated she was caring twins. Around the same time, Nathan let me know that he was leaving for a little while to hunt down the Warloc that was after him, and vanquish him. We compromised, and he agreed that no matter what he would be back by june, and we would then get married no matter what on the 16th.

Mum and dad's divorce was drawn up, by the end of January and was fully noterized, mum then retook her maiden name of Kilbride. She and Mr. Barton started going out, but promised each other that no marriage decisions for 5 years.

Mark remained his bachelour self. He was having a great deal of difficulty at home as of late with the pregnant highly hormonal ladies of the house hold, and agreed to help Mr. Barton at the general store while Nathan was away.

I was allowed to stay home from school and begun homeschooling so as 'not to tarnish the respectful school' with my pregnancy when they found out. So I began being tutoured by 'Ms. Franklin' she was ok, perhaps mid 40's. We got along well, though she had a thing about touching my belly rubbing it every time she came over.

I really began disliking the fact that I was housebound most of the time. It mus be my crossed genetics, being a witch and a gypsy playing different sides, and my lack of present adventure had begun to seap into me. I decided to apply for Lillian's Academy for Witches, and would await response for several monthes, by the time I would here from them would be maybe late into the summer, but I would await patiently (as best as I could).

Dad and Aleeda, agreed to get married come September. Dad also decided that he wanted to be near his kids, and Aleeda agreed so they said that after their honey moon they would see about moving to Ottawa.

Grandpa passed away from a severe heart attack, and liver damage 3 days before they were to leave back to Manheim. Uncle Paul moved to Toronto, for a new business proposition and was now making half a million a year salary with full benefits. Grandma didn't like the city, and couldn't stand living alone on the farm; so mum reluctantly agreed to let her come and move in with us. Little did we know that her dream was to live in a small town like when she was a younger, and to live with us. Well she got it though she wouldn't come until mid April so she could get her things together and what not.

I have realised as of late that there isn't anyomore just a girl in me, I am the girl in me. Now, I await, to be the mother to be....that has me more excited than I have ever been in my life. My story does not end here, though this book does.

To be continued...In the sequal to the "Chronicles of Morwen's Legacy-The Mother in Me"