Date: Thu, 20 May 1999 18:17:54 +0100
From: Phil Stevens <phil_stevens@bigfoot.com>
Subject: Dream Girl part 1

This is slightly changed version of my first ever story, Dream Girl.

Nothing of any substance has changed, but the grammar has been
significantly tidied up from the original version, plus a few plot points
cleared up. Nothing huge, you probably won't even notice it, but I felt
that I had to clear it up before releasing the next part.

Also, the entire writing style had been altered to reflect the way I
continued to write part two. Part two should be available.


Dream Girl
==========

By Phil Stevens


Chapter One
===========

Michael Curtis relaxed as the plane continued its climb. It was a point
when he could sit back and reflect on his life to date. He was thirty-two
years old. Until that point, his life had been eventful to say the least,
but nothing compared to what was about to happen.

Three years previous, he was involved in a car crash. His wife, who he very
much loved, was killed instantly and he was seriously injured.

At the time, the doctors didn't think he would live and even if he did he
would be severely brain damaged. Michael had been in a coma for two weeks,
then suddenly during the night, he woke from his coma and even got out of
the hospital bed trying to find out where he was. He nearly scared one of
the nurses to death when he walked out of his room.

The doctors couldn't believe it. Not only had he regained consciousness,
but he also appeared to have most, if not all, of his brainpower
intact. They gave him every type of scan and were still astounded. It
turned out that the blood flow to parts of his brain had been cut off, but
blood flow had increased to other parts to compensate. It was miraculous.

That was only the beginning. He became deeply depressed. Although the
accident that caused it all wasn't his fault, he had been driving and he
kept feeling guilt over the fact that his wife had died and he had
survived. Part of him wished that he could have died with her.

All the trouble started a few months later. Michael noticed that objects
were starting to move around the house, right in front of his eyes. At
first, he thought he was going crazy. It was either that or a ghost, and he
didn't believe in ghosts, although he did briefly consider the possibly
that it was his wife's ghost. After a few more weeks, he began to realize
that the objects were moving when he wanted them to move, when he willed
them to move. Somehow he had become telekinetic.

That absolutely terrified him. He wondered what was going to happen. Would
this power eventually kill him? He felt so alone and afraid. He wanted to
tell someone, but he felt that he would be treated like a complete freak.

His telekinetic powers seemed to settle down after about a year. He never
told anyone about them. Michael practiced and refined his powers but he
found they were very intermittent and that he could never rely on them.

At the best of times, he could create about a quarter of a ton of force in
one go; but, at other times, he could only lift a cup, then other times his
powers would disappear completely. Sometimes the dry patches could last for
days. During these periods, Michael often thought his powers had gone
forever.

However, he soon discovered was that he was at a complete loss to know what
to do with his new powers. They were amazing, but he couldn't work out what
to do. He felt like it was a gift, but he simply didn't know how to use it
best. He lacked direction.

Then, he started playing Robin Hood. It all started when his friends
dragged him into a casino in New York. Although he didn't try anything
there, he instantly realized the potential for financial gain. After that,
he began to visit the casinos in the Las Vegas area. He soon discovered
that playing Roulette and Craps became much easier when you have
telekinetic powers. It didn't take him long to perfect the technique that
could guarantee him success.

After a while, he started to go the more dubious casinos used for drug
money laundering, and most of the money he won went to help those on drugs,
hence the Robin Hood connection.

But all the time, he had to be very careful to not get caught. If any of
the owners knew or even suspected what Michael was doing, they would kill
him, or worse, attempt to somehow extract his power and use it for their
own gains. Just like everything else in life, he realized that his powers
had as much potential for harm as they did for good uses. In fact, he was
afraid that his powers had more harmful uses than helpful ones, so he did
absolutely everything to maintain his secret.

On the other hand, his powers made him a very formidable opponent, but
Michael was quick to realize that he was only one person. He concluded that
the best defense was for no one to ever find out about his special gift. As
a result, he never told anyone about his new powers, not even his closest
friends.

A few months ago, for the first time since he gained his powers, he was
actually able to do some real good with them. Michael was bored in Vegas so
he decided to visit California before returning to his native New
Jersey. At the end of his short vacation he was on his way to LAX when
there was a car accident in front of him. There was a collision and a car
had fallen off the ledge at the side of the road. It was about thirty feet
down. The car was leaking fuel.

Everyone stopped, including some friends of the people in the car, but no
one really knew what to do. Their friends were just standing there in
silence. It was one time when Michael really needed his powers. He had
often been scared that they would desert him at a time like that, but far
from it.

He was able to jump the thirty feet down to the car and he made it look
genuine. He was then able to punch out the windshield. He later told
everyone he was a black belt. Then he dragged the occupants out of the
car. They were a family. A woman, who looked very good for being over
forty, and her son and daughter, both in their twenties.

It was very dramatic. The daughter, Tina, was in the back and was the last
person he dragged out. Michael picked her up and jumped clear of the car
just as it exploded. It was like something from Hollywood.

Afterwards, their friends and family were all over Michael. He was publicly
hailed as a hero, which he didn't like. In fact, he felt uncomfortable
about it. But he was just glad that no one had a video camera, otherwise
they might have noticed just how easily he was able to pick up these people
as if they weighed twenty pounds.

Later, it was difficult for him because it brought back memories of his own
accident. He had been able to get over the death of his wife prior to that
point, but now, it all came flooding back to him.

All that happened a few months ago. The family and friends had invited
Michael to visit them for a few days, and that is exactly where he was
heading.

Michael was particularly interested in Tina, the daughter. She was
twenty-five and Michael thought she looked great. The two had been in
constant contact and Michael had grown to really like her. "Who knows what
might happen?" he thought to himself as the plane completed its climb and
leveled off.

***********************

Tina sat on the couch in the room. There were five other people in the
room.

"Well, Mary," Tina said.

"Unfortunately, I can't find much out," Mary replied, "He's thirty-two and
he used to be an architect. He had an accident about three years ago, which
stopped him from working, but since then he's made a full recovery. He's in
good financial shape. No other health problems. I'm having trouble finding
out what he's been doing ever since his accident, but there's no indication
of any problems. Sorry."

"There must be something we can do for him. I mean, he saved our lives,"
Tina stated.

"Maybe there is, but I can't find out anything here. Perhaps we can simply
give him some body enhancements, a few muscles, more youthful appearance,
something like that. He won't be allowed to know how it happened though, so
we can make it happen over a period of time."

"I don't know," replied Tina. "I joked about that when I spoke to him last
time. I asked him what parts of his appearance he didn't like and what
would he most like to change. He said he was perfectly happy with his
body."

"Well then, we'll just have to see. If he doesn't want anything, we can't
give it to him."

"You're right. In the end, he's got to want any gift we give him. But even
if I can't find a way to thank him, there's something I want from
him... his child."

Everyone looked shocked at first. Tina's mother, Sarah, spoke, "Are you
sure? I mean, you know you're only allowed to bear a maximum of two
children."

"I'm sure. I've been thinking about this for quite a while. But I'm
twenty-five. I want my own baby. I have for some time. And I want it to be
his," Tina responded.

"You know he can't be allowed to know he's the father," Sarah stated.

"I know," Tina replied, "That's the problem. I want to stay in contact with
him. I want us to stay friends. But if we sleep together and I have a baby
in nine months time, he'll work out he's the father. That means I'll either
have to make him forget about making love to me, or do it as someone else."

Tina stared straight ahead before continuing, "I'd like to make love to him
as Tina. I really do like him. But maybe it's best that I do it as someone
else. I don't know. Be happy for me, Mom, you're going to be a
grandmother."

"Well, if that's what you really want," Sarah answered, The thought of
being a grandmother brought mixed emotions to her, but most of them were
positive.

"Yeah. It is," Tina said before brightening up the mood, "Well, we'd better
get going if we're going to pick him up from the airport."

***********************

Michael dried himself after his shower, then relaxed on the bed in his
hotel room. He had gotten up very early and had spent the morning hang
gliding. Ever since gaining his powers, he realized he could basically use
them to fly. Nothing much, more like floating, but the feeling was
incredible. However, it did present a couple of problems.

First, the sight of a person floating in the air attracts just a little bit
of attention. The second problem was what would happen if his powers
deserted him when he was three hundred feet up in the air.

The solution to both of these problems was to take up hang gliding. He
could fly through the air without all the problems and effort associated
with hang gliding and, if his powers did take a break, then he would just
glide back to the ground.

He had been in San Diego for three days. It was proving to be an
interesting diversion. Tina and Sarah met him at the airport, took him to
his hotel and, after he had settled in, they took him back to their house
to meet the rest of the family, including Tina's grandparents and various
other family members. Tina's and Andrew's father had died years before in
some sort of accident.

He had also met Mary, who was a close friend of the family. He remembered
her from the car accident. She had been in a separate car and had seen his
rescue efforts. She looked to be around thirty-five, but acted older. She
seemed to have an air of authority around her.

He also got a chance to get to know Andrew a bit better. Andrew was Tina's
slightly younger brother who Michael had also rescued from the car. For
obvious reasons, Andrew was very keen to meet and talk to Michael, if only
to thank him personally for saving his life and that of his family.

Andrew was twenty-three, six foot two inches tall, with a very well
proportioned muscle-bound body and very good looking. Michael knew his own
looks were average and although no average looking guy would ever admit it,
he was slightly jealous of Andrew, but he didn't let it show. Andrew had
the sort of body that melted women's hearts.

After getting to know Andrew for a few days though, Michael actually quite
liked him. Andrew knew he had a good body, but he did not have the arrogant
"I own the world" attitude that almost always seemed to go along with
it. He could have any woman he wanted, but from what Michael saw; Andrew
had nothing but the utmost respect for women. The two even went to a bar,
shot some pool and generally had a good time.

They were both keen pool players. Michael often used his telekinetic powers
to completely humiliate pool hustlers who generally had an attitude problem
and thought they were invincible. It was one of the few times when he
actually used his powers for personal advantage. It felt like a release of
tension for him. However, he didn't use them on that occasion, deciding to
play fair with Andrew. He won anyway, which was kind of ironic, although he
suspected Andrew held back a little, allowing him to win.

Andrew did ask a couple of awkward questions, like how Michael had been
able to lift him out of the car so easily. Andrew had been half-conscious
at the time, so he might have remembered that Michael had lifted him
instead of dragging him, or perhaps Mary had told him. Michael brushed it
aside, saying that it's amazing what happens when adrenaline takes
over. Andrew accepted that explanation. In the end, it really didn't matter
to Andrew.

Their mother, Sarah, was very pleasant. She was nearly fifty, but didn't
look a day over thirty-five and had a good figure to match. Although, by
looks alone, Michael and Sarah seemed better matched, Sarah made absolutely
no attempt at any kind of pass toward Michael, leaving the way completely
free for Tina.

However, Michael was getting very mixed signals from Tina. Although he had
considered the possibility that he might end up sleeping with Tina before
he left and even fantasized about it, now that he was there, it seemed
different. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was wrong. He
saw the looks from the rest of her family, and it was as though everyone
was expecting it to happen.

Tina was younger than he was, but only by seven years, which was not all
that much, and he had now gotten over the death of his wife. He had even
had sex with other women in the past year, but it had just been that --
sex. This would be different. If he did sleep with Tina, it would be
something more.

But he felt uncomfortable about the general idea that Tina would only want
to sleep with him because he saved her life. In the end, would Tina have
been the least bit interested in him otherwise? He felt as if he was being
paid back.

The previous night, Michael had taken Tina out to dinner. She looked very
attractive. But, one minute she would almost suggest that they go back to
her house and make love, then the next minute she would back off. When he
dropped her off at her house, it turned out that the rest of the family
were not there and would not be back until tomorrow evening. Just as he
suspected. It was as if everyone were expecting it to happen... but it
didn't.

He was due to go and see her after lunch. Perhaps he would have a talk with
her.

**************

Tina was feeling bad with herself that same morning. Her feelings were all
messed up. Last night, she so badly wanted to make love to Michael, but she
was so afraid.

She was afraid what would happen because she feared she might be starting
to fall in love with Michael, and, if she did the final act with him, she
might find that she did not have it within herself to make him forget about
the experience.

She finally knew how Juliet felt about her Romeo. Juliet loved her Romeo,
but her family background did not allow it.

Tina realized that it might be a few centuries later, but the feelings are
all too similar. She knew that she could not be allowed to fall in love
with Michael because he was a "normal."

Such Romeo and Juliet comparisons were common in their group. In the past,
some had even been taken to the full and brutal conclusion as per the
play. Up until now, Tina had been perfectly happy with loving relationships
inside their group. However, she had never felt like that way about any
"normal" before. She was now finding out just what all the others were
complaining about.

Tina decided that she could no longer make love with Michael as
herself. She had to do it as someone else. At least that way there would
still be some separation between them. It would just be a matter of sex,
producing a child, without the love emotion to get in the way.

There was another bonus. If she had sex with Michael as someone else, she
wouldn't have to make Michael forget about it. All she had to do was
implant the memory that an unknown girl had seduced him. She could leave
him with the memory of the actual sex and she would make sure that he
thoroughly enjoyed it.

That settled it. Tina decided she would use a spell that would turn herself
into his ideal sexual fantasy. She would become his dream girl. She went to
retrieve her spell book before she realized that it was not in the
house. It was at Mary's. She had left it there when going over some spells
with her a few days before.

"Fuck," she thought, bringing her hands up to her head in disgust at
herself, "After all this, how can I forget that?" she thought to
herself. She had taken the book to Mary's to go over that exact spell she
was planning to use. Although most of their group had used that particular
spell frequently, it would be the first time she would be casting it,
because up until then, she had never attempted to magically seduce anyone
outside her group.

She thought about borrowing Andrew's or her mother's, but that wasn't a
good idea. It wasn't so bad for simple spells, but was extremely
inadvisable for such a complex spell.

She struggled to recall the spell from memory, but she couldn't remember it
exactly. It was a derivative from the main Transformation spell. She could
recall that one from memory. She casts that one because she casts it on
herself fairly regularly, but casting the full version of spell on
"normals" was strictly banned under her group's rules.

She pondered what she should do. If she did want to get pregnant, today was
her last chance. The Fertility spell that she had cast on herself to
guarantee conception would expire after today. It was today or not at
all. She didn't have much choice. She would have to adapt the main
Transformation spell from memory.

"It's not as if I will actually be transforming Michael," she thought. The
Transformation spell turns a person into their ideal physical form. All she
had to do was cast it on Michael, obtain his ideal sex fantasy and then
return the spell to her own body for the actual transformation.

After all, no one would know, Tina concluded. The rest of the family would
be away until the evening. She set to work on the adaptations she would
have to make. Crafting spells is a bit like baking a cake. She would remove
some ingredients and add others to change the end result.

**************

Tina answered the door.

"Hi Michael. Come in," she said smiling and getting generally excited over
what was about to happen.

Michael smiled and walked in. As soon as Tina had opened the door, he
couldn't help noticing the clothes Tina was wearing. They were very loose
clothes; nothing like the tight dress she had been wearing the previous
night. Even the memory of it got him a little excited.

Tina was deliberately wearing loose clothes because she didn't know what
Michael's sex fantasy would be like. She had no idea how much she would
grow and didn't want to burst out of any clothes. Tina had even taken off
her bra. She guessed that her breasts would grow at least a little, but she
didn't know if Michael's fantasy was someone with tits the size of
basketballs.

Michael had just taken off his jacket. Tina took it from him and hung it
up. She led Michael into the study and they engaged in brief idle
chatter. If she was going to do it, it would have to be quickly. Tina would
have to make Michael forget about coming round today and she didn't want to
have to remove too much.

She concentrated on the spell and began casting it in her mind. She felt
the magic build inside her. She didn't move or speak at all.

"Are you alright?" Michael asked, seeing the distant look on Tina's face.

Tina completed the spell. Michael froze. Tina felt the magic move from her
and touch Michael's mind. It would now seek out his ideal sexual fantasy
and return to her and transform her into it. She was already getting very
excited, even without the boosts she had added as part of the spell.

She wondered what Michael's fantasy was. Earlier, she had considered
whether she should make herself his ideal all-round woman, or just his pure
sex fantasy. She had toyed with it for a while before deciding on the pure
sex fantasy.

This was to try and make Michael accept it afterwards. Tina wanted Michael
to realize that it was a one-time thing. She didn't want him to start
looking for a girl who didn't actually exist, which might happen if Tina
became his ideal all round woman, but not so likely with his all out sexual
fantasy.

All she had to hope for was that his fantasy was a woman and he was not
gay. Although she didn't mind turning into a man, she could hardly get
pregnant like that, so she would have to stop it if that happened. But she
would have to stop it quickly. Turning into a man would cause her powers to
diminish very quickly indeed, and she would still need some of her powers
to adjust his memory.

Tina waited patiently, also unable to move. That was part of the
adaptations she had made to the spell. The magic would have to return to
her exact position. After about twenty seconds she realized something
wasn't quite right. The magic wasn't returning. She could sense it swirling
around in Michael's mind searching out his fantasy, but it wasn't
returning. "What's going on?" she thought. Fear started to set in.

Tina then felt the second part of the spell engage, the part that was going
to transform her, but the magic had not returned. She couldn't be
transformed if the magic was not inside her body.

Tina sensed the magic move from Michael's mind as it started to move
throughout his entire body. Tina's fear suddenly turned to blind panic. It
was going wrong, horribly wrong. She tried to stop it, but she no longer
had any control over it. The magic was outside her body. She could do
nothing but watch, horrified.

Then it started. In an instant, his dark hair suddenly turned blonde and it
started to grow out. His brown eyes turned blue. The very slight stubble on
his face disappeared almost instantly.

Tina immediately realized what was happening. The Transformation part of
the spell was unselective. It would transform whichever body it
touched. The mere fact that the search of his mind had taken longer than
expected was irrelevant to the magic. She searched her mind for any spell,
anything that would stop it, but there was nothing she could do.

The transformation was happening quickly. By now, Michael's new blonde hair
was now past his shoulders. He was growing breasts at a very quick rate and
they were already filling out his shirt. His face was becoming
feminine. Tina glanced down and, although she couldn't see his legs, they
appeared to be longer, and he didn't seem to lose any height at all. She
definitely noticed that his hips had widened.

Looking up again, Tina saw that his breasts were now very tight around his
shirt. If they grew much more than that they would burst the shirt. His
hair was now halfway down to his waist. The hair was a light golden shade
and appeared slightly wavy and very thick.

There had to be something she could do. "How did this happen?" she
thought. "How could this happen? What I am going to tell him?"

She heard a snap. Tina saw that Michael's shirt had given way under the
strain of his new breasts. Tina could see that they were very large. She
then noticed that the changes appeared to be slowing down. His hair was now
waist length. She looked at his hands. She saw that his fingernails were
now very long. One of the rings on his finger simply fell off as his
fingers grew increasingly slender.

The transformation had taken about thirty seconds, but to Tina it seemed to
be an eternity. She finally sensed the magic begin to dissipate in his
body. Tina guessed that Michael probably wouldn't have been aware of what
happened and, if he did, it would be very fuzzy, so she would have to act
quickly. He might not be able to handle what had happened to him. She
recalled a spell for knocking a person unconscious, the Stun
spell. Hopefully, she could turn him back while asleep and he would never
know any of it happened.

As soon as the transformation spell released Michael, she cast her Stun
spell. She felt the magic shoot to Michael's head. In an instant, she
released it wasn't working again. "Shit," she thought, "Why did I do that?
If one spell didn't work, what's to say another one won't get screwed up."
Instead of remaining in Michael's head, then magic shot back to Tina with a
vengeance.

Both fell to the ground unconscious.


Chapter Two
===========

Michael came partially to his senses. He was slumped on the floor and his
head was spinning. "What the hell happened?" he thought. One moment he was
talking to Tina and then WHACK, he was on the floor. He wondered if someone
had hit him. He pushed himself to his feet and stumbled forward. He did not
turn around, so he did not see Tina lying behind him.

His head was still spinning and his senses had not yet returned to normal,
but something felt odd. He felt different. He stumbled into the
hallway. His shoes seemed oddly loose fitting, as if he had put on larger
shoes. He also felt a weight on his chest and a tightness in his
shirt. There was also something light on his head.

He looked down at his chest as his eyes came into focus and his jaw dropped
at what he saw. One of the buttons on his shirt had burst. The reason
nearly sent him into shock. He could see two large female breasts. He was
completely astonished. He started to move his hands up to feel them, when
he noticed his hands were completely different as well. He saw a mirror
beside him and he stumbled in front of it and looked into it.

He saw a stunningly beautiful woman staring back at him. He was actually
about to ask who she was, until he realized that it was his own
reflection. Out of fear, he instinctively took a couple of steps
backwards. Because his feet were smaller in his shoes, he stumbled and lost
his balance and fell backwards. He tried to cushion his fall by using his
telekinetic powers, but they had deserted him.

He fell backward, knocking a vase off a small table, and landed on his
back. From that position, his new breasts became all the more prominent as
far as his view was concerned.

He cried out, "HELP. Tina... Andrew... Anyone... HELP." He was even more
shocked to hear a female voice coming out of his mouth. He reached up and
clutched his throat as if it would make a difference and somehow cure
everything.

When there was no response to his cry for help, he climbed to his feet. He
knew that he had to find someone and get some help. He scrambled out of the
front door, instinctively closing it behind him.

"Shit," he thought as soon as he heard the door lock behind him. "Now I
can't get back inside." With his telekinetic powers he could have easily
opened the lock, but since they were gone for the time being, he could be
stuck out here.

He half-ran down the driveway and along the path. He was looking for
somebody, anybody, who could help him. It was in the afternoon and he felt
the power of the sun on his new soft face. Michael started to feel a
dizziness sweep though him again. He didn't know how far he had gone, but
he saw a couple coming out of their house and getting into their car. They
both saw him instantly. He struggled to call out to them, but the dizziness
finally got the better of him. He collapsed on the sidewalk and fell
unconscious once again.

***************

Andrew and Sarah arrived back at the house. They saw that Michael's rental
car was in the driveway and exchanged knowing smiles. Sarah opened the door
with her key and called out.

She was a little surprised when there was no response. It was in the
afternoon after all. Then they both noticed that one of the vases had been
knocked off its table.

The smiles turned to concern. They all began checking the rooms one by one.

"In here," Andrew called out. Sarah ran into the study. Andrew was crouched
over Tina who was lying on the floor. Sarah feared the worst when she saw
her daughter lying there.

"It's okay. She's alive," Andrew reassured. "Did you find Michael?"

Sarah shook their head. Sarah's concern for her daughter quickly started to
turn to anger. "That bastard. When I get hold of him... I'll... I'll..."
Sarah said, struggling to find words to describe the retribution she was
already planning.

"Wait a minute. Let's find out what happened. Call Mary," Andrew said
trying to calm down the situation, although he, too, was planning an equal
punishment for Michael. But any magical punishment on a "normal" would have
to be authorized by Mary.

Sarah picked up the telephone and dialed Mary's number. When she got her
answering machine, she dialed her mobile number. When Mary answered, Sarah
identified herself, then said, "Tina's been hurt. That fucking bastard
Michael did it." Sarah paused. "Okay. See you in a minute." Sarah replaced
the receiver.

"She's in the area. She's coming round. Is she gonna be all right?" Sarah
said, fighting back the tears. The sight of her daughter lying on the floor
was getting to be too much for her.

"She'll be fine, Mom," Andrew re-assured his mother. "But I think she's
been hit by a Stun spell. I should be able to bring her out of it in about
fifteen minutes."

"Then he MUST have attacked her. She tried to cast a Stun spell to defend
herself, but he hit her before she finished it and she got the full force
of it," Sarah was now absolutely convinced that Michael was responsible.

It only seemed a few minutes later that Mary came through the door. She
called out.

"In here," Andrew replied.

Mary briskly walked into the study to see Tina lying on the floor with
Andrew and Sarah crouched over her.

"What happened?" Mary asked.

"We don't know," Andrew replied.

"Yes we do. HE did this. Michael. If he's... touched her in any way, I'll
make sure he's never able to do it again. In fact, I'll do it to him!"
Sarah's motherly love for her daughter was blinding her to all other
possibilities. She should have known better, but anger had completely taken
over.

"Well, we need to find out. I'm going to cast a Vision spell," Mary said.

As Mary was preparing her spell, Andrew noticed a ring on the floor. He
picked it up. It appeared to be one of Michael's rings. He also noticed a
strand of hair. It was blonde and very long, much longer than Sarah's, who
was the only blonde in the house. Andrew wondered what the hell had
happened here and who was responsible. Hopefully, they would soon find out.

Mary completed her spell and an image of Tina and Michael appeared in front
of them. They were talking.

"So it was him. I'm not sure I can watch this," said Sarah, not wanting to
see her daughter being beat up.

Just as Sarah thought that she had seen enough and was about to leave the
room, both of the images froze in place. All three then watched horrified
as they saw Michael being transformed. They then saw both fall to the
floor.

"Oh my God," said Sarah completely astonished. Her jaw was wide open.

Mary "fast-forwarded" the vision until there was some movement; which was
only a few minutes later. They then observed Michael struggle to his feet
and stumble out of the room. Andrew stayed with his sister while Mary and
Sarah followed the image of Michael.

They saw the sheer terror in Michael's face at his realization of what had
happened. As they saw the image of Michael about to go out of the door,
Mary stopped the spell. They couldn't go any further because other people
would see the effects of the spell.

"I'll take a look and see if I can find anything out. Ring round the
hospitals," Mary said. She left the house.

Sarah ran straight to the phone to do her task. Immediately she began to
feel a little guilty. Five minutes earlier she would have happily strung
Michael up by his balls. Now she realized he was not the attacker, but the
victim. She also realized that if they could not find him, her wish of
Michael never being able to rape someone could very easily come true.

*****************

"Hello Miss," came the voice. "Miss, can you hear me? Can you tell me your
name?"

Michael struggled to open his eyes. He blinked them open slowly and looked
up. He could see that he was lying down in a bed. Some people were standing
over him. A man on his right, who appeared to be a doctor, and two women on
his left, who appeared to be another doctor and a nurse. "That must mean
I'm in hospital," he guessed.

"Welcome back. We were beginning to wonder what to do with you. I'm Doctor
Hughes. Can you tell me your name?" the male doctor asked.

Michael almost spoke his own name out of instinct, but stopped himself. The
doctor had referred to him as "Miss." He thought back. Then he
remembered. He recalled looking at himself in the mirror and seeing a woman
staring back at him. If the doctor called him "Miss" then they must think
he's a woman. If he answered "Michael" they would ship him straight to the
nearest mental home.

But, on the other hand, what if he was imagining it all or
hallucinating. Then if he answered with a female name and he was still a
man, the same thing would happen.

"Can you tell me your name?" the doctor asked again.

He needed to make a decision and quickly. An answer came to him.

"Mickey... Mickey Curtis," he replied with surprise at the sound of his own
apparent female voice. The name Mickey covered both eventualities. Mickey
could be short for Michael, Michaela, Michelle, etc. "What happened? Where
am I?" asked Michael, thinking that asking a question might deflect further
questioning.

"Well, I was hoping you could help me with that. You're a bit of a
mystery. You were brought in several hours ago and well... we couldn't find
anything wrong with you. You collapsed in a street and you were wearing the
wrong size clothes. At first, we thought it was drugs, but we couldn't find
any needle marks. We took some blood anyway. I just got the results and
they came up negative. We couldn't find any other injuries. What's the last
thing you remember?"

"I-I'm not sure. I just remember walking down the street and the next thing
I know, I'm here," Michael said. Actually, he did remember more, but he
could hardly tell the doctor that. He just wanted the doctor to leave him
alone.

His senses finally returned to him in full. He could now feel the weight of
his new breasts on his chest. It was one of the strangest feelings he had
ever felt.

"How long have I been here?" asked Michael, trying his best to hide the
distress in his new feminine voice.

"You've been in here for about over two hours, but add on the ambulance
time and you've been unconscious for nearly three hours," the doctor
replied.

"Doctor Hughes," a woman's voice called. The doctor turned round; "I've got
a phone call here I think you will want to take."

The doctor nodded and turned back to face Michael again and said, "I'll be
right back. Get a little rest. Press the buzzer if you need anything." The
two doctors left the room first. The nurse did a few duties and then left
the room as well.

Michael was then left lying on the hospital bed to consider what had
happened to him.

************

"Hello, this is Doctor Hughes."

"Hello, this is Sarah Adams. I understand you might have a friend of mine
there. Young woman, tall, long blonde hair, blue eyes, err... well endowed"

"Yes, I was just talking to her. Can you tell me her name?" asked the
doctor. He was not completely convinced that his patient was telling the
truth when she had spoken her name.

It was not unusual for people to give false names for a variety of
reasons. These included insurance fraud, wanted criminal, etc. But he
suspected that this young girl was suffering from mild amnesia and had made
up a name on the spot rather than admit to the doctor that she couldn't
even remember her own name.

Sarah immediately found herself in the position that Michael had been a few
minutes earlier. She didn't know how to answer. In the end, she decided to
answer with the female version of Michael and hope for the best.

"Michelle... Michelle Curtis," she replied, crossing her fingers.

"Yes. That's the name she gave me," Doctor Hughes replied, making the
assumption that Mickey meant Michelle.

Sarah breathed a sign of relief, "Oh, good. Is she alright? What has she
said?" Sarah inwardly cringed at the way she had phrased the last part of
that question. Although she wanted to make sure Michael was unharmed, she
also wanted to know if he had told anyone what had happened. The doctor
didn't seem to pick up on it, though.

"She seems fine. She only woke up a few minutes ago. Up until then, we
really couldn't find anything wrong with her. We'd like to run some more
tests to find out. Do you know if she has insurance?" the doctor
asked. That was one part of healthcare that he did not like. Although they
would still treat the woman anyway, if she had the proper insurance, she
would get the treatment much quicker and without any of the usual problems.

Sarah was about to say, "Don't worry about that, we'll cover it," but
stopped herself. She knew why the doctor had asked that question so she
just answered, "I couldn't say." Sarah didn't want Michael to undergo any
more tests at all and that might be one way of making the doctor at least
pause for thought.

The doctor asked a few more questions about Michael and explained that
"she" appeared to have troubled remembering what had happened to her. Sarah
said that a friend of theirs would go to the hospital straight away. Then
the doctor said something troubling. He stated that Michelle had a
"strange" body. Sarah couldn't work out what he was trying to say but she
didn't want to try and put extra significance on the point.

Mary burst back into the room at that instant. "He's been taken to a
hospital, but..."

Sarah silenced Mary with a hand motion. Sarah hoped the doctor had not
heard Mary say the word "he." Sarah scribbled down the name of the hospital
on a piece of paper and showed it to Mary. Just then, the doctor was called
away and had to go. Sarah put down the phone and turned to Mary.

"Okay, according to the doctor, a Doctor Hughes, she's fine. I mean he's
fine," Sarah said, stumbling over the words. "He gave the name Michelle
Curtis. The doctor said that 'she' had trouble remembering what had
happened, but we can't be sure of that. He might remember everything, he
just can't tell the doctor that."

"Right. I'm going there straight away. Call round the group and tell them
what happened. Put everyone on standby. Call Richard first. Tell him to
meet me at the hospital and that it's an emergency. I might need him if
things don't turn out right."

"What are you going to tell him? Michael, that is," Sarah asked.

"I don't know. Hopefully turning him back should be fairly simple, but
we're going to need his basic co-operation and we need to get him out of
that hospital without causing too much of a disturbance. When Tina wakes
up, see if you can find out anything useful. Anything at all."

"Err... Mary?" Sarah said hesitantly, calling her back.

"Yes?" Mary replied.

"There's something else. Just before he had to go, the doctor said
something about 'her' having a strange body. He didn't go into specifics,
but you don't think that he could be a... she-male?"

Mary stopped for a minute. They couldn't tell from the vision what change,
if any, were applied to Michael's genitals, which caused her to pause and
ask a few more questions.

"Is Tina like that? Does she... prefer she-males?" Mary asked. She thought
she knew Tina fairly well, but clearly after what had just happened, she
didn't know her well enough.

"I thought she only liked full men. But you know she wanted to get pregnant
by Michael. She certainly couldn't get pregnant if she had turned Michael
into a full woman, so maybe she did turn him into a she-male."

"Great. That's all we need," Mary said in frustration. "At least if he's
been turned into a full woman, he won't get so much attention at the
hospital." Mary paused again before asking a question that they had all
been wondering. "But why did she do it? She didn't even ask him. She just
did it to him without his permission. Not that she should have revealed her
magic to him anyway."

"I know. None of it makes sense," Sarah stated.

"Well, whatever happens, I'll call," Mary said.

Mary left the room. Sarah went back into the study and briefly explained
things to Andrew who was continuing to tend to Tina. Sarah thought that it
was strange that Michael had been the first to emerge from the Stun
spell. Had it not been for Andrew's intervention, Tina would have been
knocked out for several more hours. But then, there were a lot of things
that were strange, like why did Tina apparently transform Michael into such
a beautiful woman? Hopefully, Tina would have some answers.

************************

Michael continued to lie in the hospital bed. A thousand thoughts had been
racing through his mind. His memory had now returned in full. He remembered
talking to Tina. He then remembered being frozen in place and then somehow
being transformed while Tina watched. He got the feeling that Tina was
responsible, but he had no idea how or why she did it, but he had to find
out.

He tried to lift his head up, but something was pulling his head back
down. He reached up to his head and realized he was lying on top of his
long hair. He remembered the image he had briefly seen in front of the
mirror. That person had long blonde hair. He reached back and twisted his
body slightly, which caused the large breasts to jiggle on his chest as he
pulled the hair out from under him.

As he smoothed his hair out, he realized just how long and thick it was. It
easily reached down to his waist... his now thinner and feminine waist. He
still couldn't believe it was his own hair. He thought it had to be a wig,
so he pulled and tugged at it, trying to pull the wig off his head. Of
course, it didn't come off.

Eventually, he realized that his hair wasn't coming off, so he just left it
draping down beside the bed. He attempted to ignore it as he sought to
explain how he could possibly be a woman now.  At that instant, a sudden
thought occurred to him. Without thinking, both his hands moved quickly
down to his crotch and he grasped the area. He gave a soft cry when his
hand found nothing there. He continued to clutch the area, hoping to find
his penis hidden away somewhere. That was the final straw. He wasn't even a
man where it mattered anymore. He was now a full woman.

He flopped back onto the hospital bed and his tits bounced and jiggled on
his chest as he did so. He felt his emotions build up. For some strange
reason he wanted to cry. He fought these feelings as strongly as he
could. He needed to try to think clearly about what was going on. He
eventually calmed down, relaxed, and then continued to lay there and ponder
over the various possibilities of what had happened.

Possibility number one was that he still was a man and that he was somehow
imagining it all. If so, he thought that it was one hell of a
hallucination. He could feel the weight of his new breasts and, every time
he moved, they would ever so slightly move in a different direction. He
spread his legs slightly and he still couldn't feel anything between
them. He put his hand back down there again and he still felt
nothing. Also, the doctor had referred to him as a woman. Surely he
couldn't be imagining all that.

Possibility number two was that he is a woman and always has been a
woman. It's his memory of being a man that's wrong. If that was true, then
it meant that everything he remembered was a complete illusion. His whole
life as he knows it is incorrect. He remembered his telekinetic powers and
he tried to use them but nothing happened. That didn't prove anything
though, because it could be just a dry period.

The final possibility was that he was a man earlier today and somehow, by
some means, he was transformed into a beautiful woman. That seemed to be
the most far-fetched of the three options, but it was the only option which
meant his sanity was still intact, at least for now.

A few years ago, Michael would have gone for options one or two without
hesitation because he didn't believe in anything remotely mystical. But
since he gained he telekinetic powers, he found it much harder to
automatically dismiss any possibility out of hand. But Michael thought that
creating a force by using his mind was one thing. It was even
half-plausible, but to transform a person, possibly every cell and organ in
their body... even he found that difficult to believe.

But even if he had been turned into a woman, the burning question was
why. Assuming Tina did do it to him, then why, for what purpose? In the
brief few seconds that he looked in the mirror, he had seen a very
beautiful woman. Why turn him into this? A brief image on being turned into
a harem sex slave flashed through his mind. He couldn't help but shudder at
that thought.

Michael realized that he had to get out of here. He couldn't face any more
awkward questions from the doctor. Giving his name was bad enough. When
they asked for more details, he didn't know how to answer.

****************

"Tina. Tina, wake up," Sarah called.

Tina slowly opened her eyes. What had happened to her? She was lying on the
floor in the study. Her brother and mother were standing over her. She
thought back. She immediately remembered transforming Michael into a woman.

"Michael. Where's Michael?" she said, scrambling to her feet.

"Easy. Easy. Calm down now," Sarah reassured her. They helped her up and
into a chair.

"No. It's Michael. I... I... " Tina started.

"We know. When we found you on the floor, we cast a Vision spell. We saw
what happened," Sarah said.

"Where is he?" asked Tina, looking around, hoping to see Michael back in
his male form, or in any form, for that matter.

Sarah took a deep breath before explaining. "He wasn't knocked out for as
long as you. He ran outside, probably to get some help and he
collapsed. He's been taken to a hospital. Mary's gone there to get him back
right now. Everything will be okay."

"We need to get to him now, Mom. He's been transformed," Tina said,
appearing to get more anxious. Should she tell them everything?

"We know he's been transformed. Listen, I don't why you did it, but right
now it doesn't matter. As soon as we get to him, we can turn him back."

"NO. I... I... used the... Transformation spell," Tina stated.

"We know, dear," Sarah reassured her again.

"NO. I used the FULL Transformation spell," Tine re-stated.

"YOU DID WHAT? WHY?" Sarah's eyes widened in shock.

"I didn't want to transform him. I was transforming myself, but it got
messed up. He got transformed instead. Mom, listen to me. I tried to stop
it, but I couldn't." Tina was now speaking at a very fast pace. "You have
to understand. I just couldn't stop it from happening." Tina started
crying.

Andrew interjected, "If Tina used the full Transformation spell, then that
means... if we don't turn him back before... then...  Tina, why did you use
the full version? You know you can never use that on normals."

Tina was still crying. "I didn't have my books here. I wanted to turn
myself into his ideal partner. Since I was the one being transformed, not
him, I used the full version of the spell. Oh my God, if we don't turn him
back in time, he's going to be stuck like that, isn't he?" she said as she
looked up at her mother, who in turn just looked at Andrew. She was hoping
they would say she was wrong, but they just looked blank.

"Oh God. What have I done?" Tina said as she buried her head in her hands.

Sarah was going over what her daughter had just told her. The situation was
getting more serious.

Then Tina remembered about the additions she had included as part of her
spell, "Oh, Mom. There's something else..."

*********************

Mary walked up to the reception with Richard, a male colleague. She had
made the journey in record time.

"Hello, my name's Mary Williams. I'm looking for Dr. Hughes regarding
Michelle Curtis, who was brought in a few hours ago."

Dr. Hughes was already standing right beside her looking over some results.

"I'm Doctor Hughes. You're the friend of Sarah Adams, right?"

"Yes. She couldn't get down here. Is Michelle all right?" Mary replied.

"Yes. I was just about to go back and see her. Follow me," he said as they
started walking. "As I said to Ms Adams, Michelle seems physically fine. We
couldn't find anything wrong with her, but I'm a little concerned about her
mental state. What's your relationship to her?"

"Oh, no direct relationship," Mary replied, "Michelle is staying with Sarah
for a few weeks. I'm a friend of the family."

"Do you know how she came to be found in the middle of the street wearing
the wrong size clothes?" asked the doctor.

"The wrong size clothes?" asked Mary, feigning ignorance.

"Yes. It was very strange. She was basically wearing men's clothes, even
down to the boxer shorts and shoes that she wore, and those shoes were too
big for her. Also, she was wearing a man's style watch that didn't fit
properly around her wrist. She had a man's style ring on her finger, which
again didn't seem to fit. And her shirt was far too small for her
breasts. One of the buttons had come off. She even appeared to be wearing a
male fragrance. It was almost as if she was a guy," the doctor
finished. The doctor's last sentence was of a joking nature, but Mary and
Richard were not the least bit amused.

"If only you knew," was Mary's thought. The doctor was very curious, she
concluded. She would have to arrange for his memory to be altered before
the day was over. They had the power to alter someone's memory, but only
their short-term memory. As soon as a person went to sleep, their brain
would move the day's events into long-term memories, which couldn't easily
be touched by their magic. It could still be done, but the results became
very unreliable. They wouldn't make the doctor forget about the girl, just
cause his brain to treat the memories of "Michelle" far less
significantly. He would remember "her" as just one of many patients with no
extra significance.

"So there's physically no problem with her, then?" Mary asked. She wanted
to find out if Michael still had a cock. She couldn't just ask the question
straight out, but she hoped she could tell from the doctor's responses.

"Oh, yes. In fact, if anything, she's perfect," he replied.

"Perfect?" Mary repeated.

"Yes. That's what was so strange about her," the doctor replied, pausing,
"She has no spots, no birth marks, no tan lines, no cellulite. Her hair is
like silk. This girl has the most perfect body I've ever seen. Even models
don't have a body that good."

Dr. Hughes was feeling slightly embarrassed. During his examination of
"Michelle," he found himself getting sexually aroused. He was a very
professional doctor and had seen many naked women before, but there was
something different about this girl. He had found it difficult to stop
himself from fondling her breasts when he examined them. At the time, one
of the two nurses in the room had given him a look of complete disgust.

Mary noted the doctor's description of Michael. She assumed he was not a
she-male, but she still couldn't be sure. She also noted the doctor's
description of Michael having a perfect body. It was consistent with
transformations intended for short-term use, usually for sexual purposes.

Whenever they transform themselves or others for extended periods, they
make sure the new body contains nature's imperfections to avoid the very
attention Michael was receiving from the doctor. So if Michael's body is so
perfect, it would mean that Tina only intended the transformation to be for
a short period of time. But it still didn't explain why Tina did it to
Michael. Mary still couldn't work out why did Tina turned him into a woman.

They finally stopped at a door. "Anyway, she's in here."

The doctor opened the door. The hospital bed lay empty.

"Damn. Where is she?" the doctor said. He called over to some of the
nurses; "I'll be right back."

Mary and Richard exchanged glances. It was not going to be as simple as
they first thought. Mary's mobile phone rang. She answered it. Richard saw
Mary's face turn white and she finished her call.

"What's wrong?" Richard asked.

"Tina's recovered. This is worse than we thought. Ring round everyone. Get
them at the meeting place ASAP. Tell them it's an emergency."


Chapter Three
=============

Michael got into his hotel room. Although the hotel used a card swipe
system, it carried a key lock as backup. His telekinetic powers had
returned slightly; not by much, but just enough to open the lock on the
door.

After he closed and locked the door behind him, he just walked over to the
bed and collapsed on it, remaining there for several minutes, trying to
compose his thoughts once more. The journey from the hospital to the hotel
had proved difficult for him.

First of all, getting dressed was not easy. One of the buttons on his shirt
had come off and it was obvious how tight it was. But the biggest problem
was his shoes; they were simply far too big for his new slender feet. Being
inventive, he decided to stuff a sock down each shoe to make them
smaller. It worked partially, at least enough to walk.

As soon as he walked out of the hospital, he noticed that everyone seemed
to be staring at him. He realized quickly that it must be because he was
now a very good-looking young woman. Clearly he couldn't be imagining that
he was a woman because, if he were hallucinating, then these people would
not have stared so intently. They would have seen a man dressed in men's
clothes.

Instead, everyone, men and women, but especially the men, seemed to be
staring at his chest, which indicated that they saw exactly what he
saw... a pair of fantastic boobs in a very tight shirt, which had given
under the strain.

As he was leaving the hospital, he did see Mary go in another entrance with
a man whom he had not seen before. He thought about going after her, but he
was instantly suspicious. "What was Mary doing here?" he thought. "Were
they looking for me?" He decided against meeting them until he had more
information.

As he started walking, he became aware very quickly just what it was like
to have large breasts. Every step, every movement, seemed to send them
bouncing and jiggling in all different directions, which caused a lot of
attention. He tried to speed up his walking a little, but that just caused
his boobs to bounce even more, which started to hurt. Added to the fact
that his shoes were very uncomfortable, he was drawing far too much
attention to himself.

He also had trouble controlling his hair. The wind had picked up a bit and
his waist length hair seemed to be blowing everywhere. Eventually, he
decided to take a cab. He only had ten bucks in his pocket. He hoped that
would be enough. His wallet, credit card and everything else had been in
his jacket, which was still at Tina's. He was lucky that he had put the ten
bucks in his pants by mistake.

He walked up to a waiting cab. As soon as he was close enough he saw the
driver's eyes drift down to his chest before returning to meet his own
eyes.

Michael told him the name of his hotel and asked the driver roughly how
much. The driver said it was a fair distance and it would cost just over
ten dollars. Michael told him he only had ten dollars on him. The driver
smiled, glanced down at his boobs again and said that would be
enough. During the trip, he saw that the cab driver kept looking in the
mirror at him. It was a look of pure lust in the driver's eyes which
Michael did not like one bit.

When he eventually arrived at the hotel, it was only too soon.

Michael finally decided that he had better find out just how far these
changes in his body had gone. There was a full-length mirror in his
room. He nervously approached it and looked straight into it.

He just stood there for a minute. It was still difficult to believe that
the reflection staring back was really him. There wasn't a trace of his
former self. He hadn't simply been turned into a woman; he had been turned
into a different person as well. There wasn't a single feature on his face
that resembled the way he was. Even his eyes were a different color. They
were now a piercing blue.

The woman staring back at him looked more of a girl than a woman. She
seemed no older than twenty. He found it odd that he was still the same
height as before. He had been an average five foot ten. He was still
roughly the same height now, maybe just a fraction smaller, but he was
still tall for a woman. He guessed that maybe whatever caused him to be
female could not adjust his height.

His attention was drawn to his new chest. First, he looked at the
reflection in the mirror, then looked down at them first hand. He slowly
unbuttoned his shirt, then discarded it. Cautiously, he moved his hands up
to his new bust. He cupped them, feeling their weight. He had never felt
breasts as large or as heavy as these.

He then squeezed them slightly. He even pulled at them as if they were
false breasts and they could be pulled off. He wasn't an expert on breasts,
but they were perfectly round and they seemed incredibly firm. They seemed
to sit very high on his chest. Michael could see that they weren't
obscenely overlarge, but they were big and well above average size. He
wasn't an expert on breast sizes, but he guessed they must be at least DD
cup size, maybe even more.

He squeezed the nipples slightly. Although they felt pretty much the same
as before, the sensation he received was much more intense. His attention
was then drawn to the void between his legs. He felt a very strange feeling
down there. He unbuttoned his pants and let them drop. He slowly pulled off
his boxer shorts.

He looked back at the mirror. He was now standing completely naked in front
of the mirror. He noticed that his pubic hair was now blonde as well, which
told him that he was now a natural blonde. He hadn't really had a chance to
look over his body in the hospital. Getting dressed had been the first
priority.

He noticed that his legs were long, slender, and very feminine. They were
hairless and silky smooth. He noticed how much wider his hips were now.

He tried to visualize what he looked like now. The name Barbie immediately
popped in his head. He didn't really look a lot like Barbie,
though. "Barbie doesn't look as sexy as this," he thought. But he looked a
lot more like Barbie now than he did four hours ago.

Michael turned to his side to get a profile look. From that position he
could see just how stunning his figure was. He could also see just how far
his hair went down his back. It just touched his buttocks.

His attention was now drawn to his hair. For a start, there was just so
much of it. To say it was a mane of hair would be an understatement. There
was no fringe. It was all the same length and ran all the way down his
back. Michael had never had his hair longer than two inches. Now it was at
least three feet long.

There must be at least a dozen different distinct shades of blonde, some
more striking than others. Michael's was about as striking as it could
possibly get. Its bright color, with just a hint of gold just stood out as
it shinned brilliantly in the light. There were no streaks of color in his
hair, just one brilliant mass.

He turned to look straight in the mirror again. His body was just so
sexy. He couldn't think how he could possibly be even sexier. The harem sex
girl image flashed through his mind again. Whenever he looked at that girl,
his first thought was how could he find a way to have sex with her.

The subject of sex drew his attention once again to the blonde patch
between his legs. He looked down, but it was difficult to get a good view
of it, partly because of his large breasts, so he looked at the mirror
again. He could see the hair was perfectly trimmed into a small triangle.

He moved his hand cautiously down. He rested his new feminine fingers on
his new feminine crotch. He applied a little pressure and stroked the area
ever so gently and closed his eyes. That caused him to feel very strange
sensations all over his body that he had never felt before. These feelings
were so alien to him. Without realizing it, his other hand had found his
breasts and had started to lightly caress his nipples, causing them to get
very erect.

After a few minutes, he slid his middle finger down his slit and slightly
parted the lips. That action sent a wave of pleasure throughout his entire
body. He could feel a heat emanating from his pussy. His breathing had
altered. He opened his eyes again and he looked in the mirror and watched
himself slide a finger into his now hot pussy.

He watched the girl in the mirror. What he saw should have caused him
disgust or at least some concern, but it only served to turn him on even
more. He watched the girl in the mirror start to finger herself.

He felt somehow detached by it all. He was watching a girl jerk herself off
and he was getting thoroughly aroused. It was as if he were watching a
porno movie. Part of his brain didn't seem to realize that the girl he was
watching was really him and that the pleasure he was feeling was the
pleasure "she" was feeling.

The feeling of penetration down there was so completely alien to Michael
and yet it felt so good. He quickly found his clitoris. He gently stroked
it. The pleasure he experienced finally broke any inhibitions he might have
had. He inserted another finger in his vagina and began to thrust in and
out.

By now, his mind was no longer in control of the situation; his body was
firmly in command. He just wasn't aware of it. He just went along with it
all. He was now playing vigorously with his nipples, which was causing him
immense pleasure. He heard the woman in the mirror groan in a very feminine
way.

He now fully realized what he was doing. He was masturbating as a
female. But it was far too late. He no longer had any direct control over
what he was doing. His new clitoris was in control. But even if his mind
had been in control, he doubted that he could have stopped. In the end, he
now wanted to do it. He wanted to masturbate. He wanted to come. There was
no stopping now.

His hand was still playing with his nipples. They were so erect now. He
could feel something build inside him. It was so strange and yet he knew
what was happening. It was the build to an orgasm. He could feel it coming
closer. He wanted it. He needed it.

He threw his head back as the orgasm hit. His whole body tensed and
shuddered. His new vaginal muscles clamped down on his fingers, increasing
the pleasure further. He heard himself make a groaning sound, a sound that
he recognized as one that a woman makes when she comes. A wave of pleasure
crashed throughout his whole body, a type of pleasure that he had never
felt before.

Finally, his legs went weak and gave way. He fell to his knees as the
pleasure continued. But his hands refused to stop. They continued to work
his nipples and his cunt, determined to milk every last bit of pleasure
they could.

Slowly, he felt the pleasure die away. It did not feel the same as it did
when he jerked off as a man. The pleasure died away much slower and it was
replaced by a warmth. His body was still tingling. When it was all over, he
finally removed his hand from his vagina. His hand was glistening. It was
coated in pussy juice, his pussy juice. He brought his hand up to his face
and licked his finger. He had tasted pussy juice before, but of course it
had always been someone else's, never his own.

Michael climbed back to his feet and looked in the mirror. He just stood
there again and it occurred to him exactly what he had just done to
himself.

He couldn't believe it. He should have been worrying about getting his body
back, not having a jerk off. What if doing that had just made it impossible
to be turned back? Could he even be turned back anyway? Was that pleasure
the only pleasure he could feel from now on? A part of his mind said, "so
what if it is... all the better." That part of him was also encouraging him
to do it all over again, to put his hand back in his cunt.

He stood there in a trance for a few more minutes. He then felt a slight
pressure inside him. While it didn't feel the same, he somehow knew that he
had to pee. It took his mind off what he had just done. He walked, still
naked, into the bathroom. Before he went to the toilet, he walked to the
sink, turned on the water and ran his hands under the tap to wash the
juices off them. He shook them once before walking to the toilet.

Michael stood in front of the toilet and instinctively reached down for his
penis. Of course, it wasn't there, so he was then forced to turn around,
put down the seat, and sit on the toilet. His hair fell in front of his
face as looked down. He pushed it back behind him. Michael didn't know what
to expect, but he felt a strange sensation as his bladder was relieved.

It was a point when the full realization of what had happened struck
Michael. The emotions that he had been trying to hold inside finally
broke. He felt tears welling in his eyes. He tried to fight them back, but
to no avail. He didn't have a full-blown cry, but he did sob for a few
minutes.

Eventually, he regained control of his emotions and dried his eyes with the
palms of his hands. He was about to rise when he realized he needed to wipe
himself. That nearly started him crying again. He reached over for a piece
of paper and carefully wiped himself. His hair fell in front of his face
once again.

Finally, anger took over Michael. He'd had enough of that damn hair. On his
trip from the hospital, he wanted to pull it out several times. Now he was
going to sort it out once and for all. He just needed something to cut it
with. A flash of inspiration crossed him as he remembered that he might
have something in his small travel bag that would do the trick. The bag was
on the sink next to him.

He got up, opened the small bag, and tipped the contents into the
sink. Amongst the items he often used -- toothbrush, toothpaste, razor --
he found something that had been in there from when he bought it, but which
he had never used; a small pair of scissors. They were pretty small, not
much use for anything; they were probably designed for cutting nails. Well,
after his hair, his nails would be the next to go, he decided.

He grabbed his hair in one hand and picked up the scissors in the other. He
was about to cut the mass of hair off when a sudden thought struck
him. That hair had grown out of him. Where did all the mass come from? He
paused, frozen for a few seconds. Clearly it had to come from somewhere, he
concluded. His rational mind started to work. What would happen if he cut
it off? Would that prevent him from being turned back? Would he have to
wait until it grew back to waist length again?

Suddenly he started to feel a little unsure. He badly wanted to cut his
hair, but he thought about the cost. If he did cut it, he could be stuck
like that. It wasn't worth it, he decided. But he had to something with it
or he would end up ripping it out.

He knew he had to find some way of tying it back. He went back into the
main room and looked for something, anything, that he could use to tie his
hair back. He opened his suitcase. He needed something like a ribbon.

Once again, his inventive nature came to the rescue. He rushed into the
bathroom. He rushed a bit too fast because his boobs bounced a little too
much, forcing him to slow down a little. He picked up the scissors,
returned to the main room, and picked out a white T-shirt. He then cut a
strip of material out. That would serve as his ribbon.

He returned to the full-length mirror. He took the band in one hand and
grabbed his hair with the other. He tried to tie the ribbon around his
hair. It wasn't as easy as it looked, because his hair was behind him. The
first time his hair fell away.

Undaunted, he tried a second time, but this time twisting his body to get a
better look in the mirror. Unfortunately, he had not accounted for his new
balance. He slipped over and fell to the floor. As he was lying on the
floor, he wanted to scream out of frustration. He just sat there for a
moment, taking deep breaths.

Eventually, he picked himself up and tried for a third time using the
knowledge gained from his previous failed attempts and, after some
fiddling, it worked. He managed to tie his hair back.

Michael looked at himself in the mirror, pleased with his work. For the
first time since his change, he even managed a brief smile. The only
problem was that even a smile looked so completely different on his female
form. He glanced down at the melons on his chest. Now that he had sorted
out his hair, it was "their" turn.

He remembered that he had often seen women tie a shirt under their
boobs. He had seen his wife do it. He always thought it looked kind of
sexy. The last thing he wanted to do was look even sexier, but perhaps he
could try something like that to keep his boobs under control.

He opened his suitcase again. It took him a few minutes to work out exactly
how to do it, but he quickly decided that perhaps it wasn't such a good
idea for two reasons. The first reason was that it did not seem to provide
a great deal of support, he obviously was not doing it right. But the
second, more important reason was that when he looked in the mirror and saw
how sexy it made him look, he thought he might as well write "Come and fuck
me" on his forehead.

He never did understand why women wore bras. He thought he understood, but
at that point, he now realized that he had no idea. He also knew that if he
could not get rid of these boobs somehow, it would only be a matter of time
before he would end up wearing one himself. That mere thought sent a shiver
down his spine.

Michael decided that he was simply going to have to wear a plain shirt. He
tried a looser shirt. Even so, it was tight around his chest. He decided to
wear a jacket over it, so his boobs didn't look quite so obvious.

He decided to wear a pair of jeans instead of his pants. He put his boxer
shorts back on, briefly looking over his new genitals once again. He tucked
his mane of hair into the back of his jacket and glanced into the
mirror. Even with the changes he had applied, he still looked sexy.

Michael walked over to the door. He glanced back to look around. For an
instant he felt the desire to rip off his clothes, jump on the bed, and
jerk off all over again. He instantly realized where his thoughts were
going, so he shook his head as if to clear his mind. He opened the door and
left the room, not realizing as he did so, that his nipples had just become
quite hard.

*******************

The room was crammed full of people, both men and women. They were all
talking, mostly explaining to each other what they thought had
happened. Mary squeezed into the room. Everyone fell silent. She then
appeared to concentrate and a shimmering image of Michael appeared beside
her.

"Okay, listen up everyone. At just after three p.m. today, this man,
Michael Curtis, was transformed into this woman." The image of Michael
shimmered into that of his new female form in the same clothes.

"Now, we still don't exactly why this happened. Tina was trying to turn
herself into Michael's ideal sexual fantasy. Unfortunately, she ended up
turning him into his own fantasy."

She then paused for a few seconds. "As if this isn't bad enough, Tina used
the full version of the Transformation spell." There were a few murmurs
around the room. Mary raised a hand to quiet them down.

"Now, since parts of the spell got screwed up, we don't know what other
parts have been included. We have to assume the worst and that,
approximately six hours after the transformation, he will become a witch
just like the rest of us. That means he will be immune to almost all of our
spells and we won't be able to turn him back, possibly forever.

"Now, if he is turned into a witch, it's gonna create a whole load of
problems. You all know how strict our rules are regarding outsiders. But
we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Right now, we have to find him
before this becomes permanent, and we have under three hours to do it.

"He disappeared from the hospital about forty five minutes ago. He gave the
name Michelle at the hospital. So, outside this room, remember to refer to
him as Michelle and in the female sense.

"We are assuming that he knows roughly what has happened to him, but we
can't be sure. For all we know SHE might have a total memory loss and may
not be aware that SHE really is, I mean was, a man.

"Richard's checking Michael's hotel room at the moment. What I need you to
do is get out on the streets and find him. Ask people discreetly. People
are bound to have seen him. Just take one look at HER. A girl with long
blonde hair, large breasts, wearing no bra, and with a shirt ripped open is
going to attract a lot of attention." Mary paused. "I'm just hoping it's
the right kind of attention. He might not be aware of just how good looking
he really is.

"That raises another problem. Tina wanted to ensure that Michael would have
sex with her in her new body. To do this, she made a couple
of... enhancements to her new body. Firstly, she gave her new body a high
hormone level to try and make sure she enjoyed it. That shouldn't be much
of a problem at the moment, but secondly, she made sure her new body would
secrete pheromones that would make her absolutely irresistible to any
man. Michael would find it impossible to say no.

"Now, if you look at his new body, it's pretty hard for any guy to say no
anyway. But it's a hot day out there, which will make her sweat a lot. That
will only increase the effect of the pheromones to the point where any man,
or even woman, who gets close to HER is going to feel an overwhelming
desire to fuck HER."

That seemed the right time for a slightly longer pause.

"The only good point, if there is one, is that these enhancements were not
completely permanent. They were not part of the main transformation, just
bits added by Tina. The levels will reduce in time, but we have no idea
whether they will take hours or days to drop. Tina didn't plan on being in
this body any longer than a hour at most.

"Although we must find him, all this must be done discreetly. This MUST
remain inside our group. The other groups can't be allowed to know about
this, especially the Hawks and the Ravens. You all know what the Ravens
would do to him if they find him.

"Here's a little background information. Michael was thirty-two years
old. As I'm sure you're all aware, he saved Mary, Andrew, and Tina a few
months back. He's a black belt at Karate. Now, he probably won't be as
effective as a female. He will be weaker and his balance will be off, but
don't underestimate him because of that. I don't expect him to be dangerous
toward us, but then he might well blame us, or Tina, for what happened to
him.

"As to his mental state, he's probably terrified. As I'm sure you're all
aware, something like this is a bit frightening, even when you know what is
happening, but for him..."

"One more thing. Tina tried to stun him after she realized the
transformation wasn't working, but the Stun spell didn't work properly
either. It stunned them both and it stunned Tina for longer.

"Clearly, this person has some limited form of resistance to magic, both as
a male and as a female. Not enough resistance to stop the spell, otherwise
he wouldn't have been transformed or stunned, but enough resistance to mess
them up. It's rare, but we've seen it before. What I am saying is that you
should exercise extreme caution in casting any spells against him. You
could find that they bounce back at you. I'm going back to Sarah's to see
if I can learn anything more from Tina. Any questions?"

"If he has some resistance to magic, then how do we know we can turn him
back anyway, even if we make it before the deadline?" asked one man.

"We don't," Mary replied bluntly. "It's possible he's already stuck like
that. But we have still got to try."

There were no more questions. Mary wrapped up the meeting and everyone
filed out of the room, exchanging brief comments. They all knew what had to
be done. Somehow, they had to find Michael and bring him back to Tina so
she could reverse what she had done.

*****************

Richard entered Michael's hotel room with a female colleague. The hotel
manager had let them in using a pass card. Richard was a detective sergeant
in the San Diego Police. As soon as they found out that Michael had gone
missing from the hospital, he phoned his station Captain. He made out that
he was a friend of Sarah's family and that Michelle was a friend of Sarah's
staying in California for a few weeks.

Richard played on the fact that "Michelle" was young, innocent, and very
good looking and possibly suffering amnesia. He also mentioned that
"Michelle" came from a small town in New Jersey and "she" might not be
fully aware of the dangers of walking around in San Diego all
alone. Because of that, any attack on her would certainly cause bad
publicity, and his Captain would do everything he could to try to avoid it.

As soon as they entered the room, it was obvious Michael had been
there. Clothes were all over the room. They checked thoroughly to make sure
he wasn't hiding anywhere. As soon as Richard was sure, he called Mary.

"Mary, it's Richard. We're at the hotel room. He's been here, that's for
sure. It looks like we missed him, though. I'm going to cast a Vision spell
to see what happened. I'll get back to you."

Richard had already prepared that spell and in less than a minute, an image
of "Michelle" appeared, entering the door.

They watched everything he did. They watched him examining himself, then
masturbating himself to orgasm in front of the mirror. They watched him
crying on the toilet, then his attempts to control his hair. Richard had to
suppress a giggle at Michael's failed attempts to control his boobs.

Finally, they watched him leave the room. Richard noted the time when
Michael left the room and realized it was only minutes before they had
arrived.

"Fuck," he thought. By now Michael would be long gone. He cursed himself
for not checking the end of the vision first.


Chapter Four
============

Michael had been wandering aimlessly since leaving his hotel room. He was
still wondering what to do. He knew he had to leave the hotel room, because
it would only be a matter of time before Mary came looking for him
there. He still wanted more information. He had to get back to Tina and
find out just what she had done to him. But where was she? Could she still
be in the house? Had she been knocked out as well? Since Mary turned up at
the hospital, they must have found her.

He thought he should go to Tina's. Since he had no more money, he would
have to walk. He knew roughly the right direction, but he also knew that it
would take at least an hour and a half to walk that distance. He considered
trying to phone them, but somehow he wanted to go to the house on his
terms. He wanted to have an edge and he didn't want to warn them. He set
about walking. It would give him a chance to sort out his thoughts as well.

Although it was late afternoon, it was still a very hot day. He wasn't used
to the power of the Californian sun, but with his new, softer skin, the sun
seemed to contain even more power. He simply had to unzip his jacket to
cool down.

He continued walking. He was trying to relax and attempting to forget what
had happened, which he quickly realized, was impossible. Every time one of
his feet hit the ground, the vibrations would travel up his body and cause
his large breasts to bounce and jiggle slightly. He simply couldn't put it
out of his mind. The weight of them seemed to be pulling him forward. His
entire balance was off, "How the hell did women live with these things?" he
kept thinking to himself. The walking also caused his nipples to rub
against his shirt, making them very erect again.

His mind drifted back to what he had done in his hotel room. He had
masturbated in front of the mirror and had gotten very turned on by
watching himself do it. He was having trouble reconciling with himself
exactly what he had done. Part of him said it was a pretty natural thing to
do, given his current body, but another part was disgusted at himself. All
his efforts should be concentrated in getting his old body back, not
jerking off.

He also tried to resolve exactly how it felt. Because it was completely
unplanned, he found it difficult to fully grasp the feeling and he felt
annoyed with himself at that. To his knowledge, no guy has ever known what
it really feels like when a woman climaxes. They can guess and they can
imagine, but they never really know. Half an hour ago, he found out, but he
was so preoccupied with enjoying himself that he forgot to savor the moment
and remember it. He might never get another chance to find out.

Because he had actually enjoyed it so much, that only served to make him
even more confused. An hour ago, his desire to become male again was
absolute, but now, although his desire to become male was still very strong
indeed, there was a part of him that wished he could spend just a little
more time in this body, exploring these new feelings.

That was what really scared him the most. It wasn't Tina or whoever had
done this to him, but his own feelings that scared him. It was like a door
which had been pushed open a crack, and he wasn't sure if he could keep it
closed or stop it from opening further. He didn't want to open Pandora's
Box because he was afraid of what he would find. A voice inside his head
told him that "a little more time" could easily end up as "the rest of his
life" if he was not careful.

There was one other thing that scared him. He thought back to when he was
thrusting his fingers in and out of his cunt and he was approaching his
orgasm. If, at that moment, Tina would have burst in the room and said, "If
you go any further, you'll be stuck like that for the rest of your life,"
then... well... he wasn't sure if he would have actually stopped, because,
at that moment, he wanted to come. It didn't matter what the cost would
have been; he just needed to come.

He walked for another ten or fifteen minutes with his mind still
drifting. As he looked up, he realized that he was did not like the
neighborhood he was walking through. He knew he was going in the right
direction, but that neighborhood was definitely not the best route. He was
attracting far too much attention. It seemed as if everyone was staring at
him.

Up ahead, Michael could see a group of young men hanging around, and he
could see that they had definitely spotted him. Although he couldn't hear
what they were saying to one another, he simply knew what they were talking
about. Michael seriously considered crossing the street or turning around,
but he guessed that doing that could easily make matters worse. He decided
to keep walking at a steady pace and attempt to ignore everyone.

There were two men in a car, and another three standing around. Every one
of them was staring intently at Michael. He could almost feel their eyes
burning into him. To make matters worse, he knew exactly what these men
were thinking because, yesterday, he would have been thinking the same
thing. He might not have stared so much, but, like them, he would have also
have been thinking of the best way to get into that girl's panties.

Just as he thought he was going to get past them, one of the men stepped
out in front of Michael, blocking his path.

"Well, look at what we have here," he said.

Michael tried to sidestep to get around the man, but he simply matched
Michael's move, blocking him again. Michael noticed that the man looked
down at his tits and his stare lingered there for a few seconds before
returning to meet Michael's eyes, much like the taxi driver had done
earlier. Michael now regretted unzipping his jacket.

"Let me through," said Michael defiantly. He realized again, just how silly
he sounded with his much higher pitched voice.

"Say please," said the man. His friends move in to surround Michael.

Suddenly, Michael felt incredibly vulnerable. He had never even considered
that possibility. As a man, these people probably would not have even
noticed him, and if they did they would not have cared, but now, here he
was, surrounded by a gang of men.

"Please," said Michael as firmly as he could, although the tone of his
voice was not nearly as firm as it would have been had he been male.

"What's the password?" asked the man.

Michael anxiety was quickly increasing. Had his telekinetic powers been
working, he would have simply knocked the man down with a single punch. If
you take down the leader, all of the others will just melt away. But that
was not an option. He thought about attacking the leader anyway, but he
knew he was no match for one of these guys, let alone three of them.

He was rattled and all of the guys knew it. He was at their mercy. It was
just a question of how far they were going to take it. One of the men
behind Michael reached around and fondled one of his tits.

"Don't touch me," Michael shouted as he tried to push the man away.

*****************

Richard and his colleague were back at Sarah's house. Sarah was still
comforting Tina. They were all a bit concerned and annoyed. Concerned at
what had happened, but annoyed that Tina had broken their rules and used
the full Transformation spell on an outsider.

Richard continued to explain to everyone exactly what they saw Michael do
in his hotel room. He described exactly what Michael had done, including
his examination, his masturbation, his crying on the toilet, and his
attempts to control his hair and tits. Mary made a mental note to remind
everyone that Michael's hair was now tied back.

Richard had brought his police radio with him. He heard his call number. It
was his station.

"We have a possible lead on your missing girl. There's a 67 in
progress. The girl matches your description." The address followed. Richard
looked shocked.

"Can you repeat? Did you say a code 67?" Richard asked back.

"Affirmative. Sorry."

"I'm on my way there now," he said.

"What's a code 67?" Tina asked. Her tears still had not dried.

"It's... nothing," Richard replied, totally unconvincingly.

"WHAT IS IT?" Tina demanded.

Richard swallowed hard. Mary, Andrew and Sarah also looked on
intently. "Rape in progress," Richard whispered.

*****************

Michael lay on the ground curled up. He didn't want to move at all. He felt
so... violated. He had been constantly crying since the attack. Crying was
something he hardly ever did as a man.

Michael decided that the feeling of being raped was something no man can
ever truly experience. He had never been so frightened and vulnerable in
all his life. He never wanted to feel that way again.

He hadn't actually been raped, but it had come pretty close; so close it
probably didn't make much difference. The men had continued to annoy him
for a few more minutes. After he had pushed the man away for trying to
fondle his tits, he thought they would leave him alone. But then something
changed. The look of interest in their eyes turned to sheer lust. The same
look of lust that he saw in the taxi driver's eyes.

They had dragged him into an alleyway. He tried to fight, but it was
completely hopeless. Then two of the guys held him down, while the third
one groped and fondled him. He sat on top of him, then ripped his shirt
open to expose his breasts. His eyes widened when he saw them.

Michael then remembered that the man began to fondle his breasts. He tried
struggling, but it was no use. These men were simply too strong for him. He
tried calling out, but one of the men beside him held a knife to his
throat.

He felt so scared, so terrified. The worst part of it was that they were
actually taking their time. They seemed to be laughing and enjoying it
all. It wasn't the sex they were after. It was the power. The mere fact
that they could have this "girl" whether she liked it or not.

He tried to use his telekinetic powers but they still hadn't returned to
full force. They were still at a diminished level, not capable of lifting
anything heavier than a golf ball.

It was one of Michael's nightmares, that someday, when he really needed
them, his telekinetic powers would desert him. Admittedly, he never
imagined it would be to stop himself from being raped, but he needed them
now more than ever.

The man on top had then pulled Michael's jeans down and looked surprised
when he saw Michael's boxers. His face became stern. He pulled out his own
knife.

"This bitch had better be a real bitch. If not, she soon will be," he had
said. For the first time since his transformation, Michael was actually
relieved that his transformation had been complete. The man ripped off his
boxer shorts and smiled when he saw Michael's blonde pussy. He threw the
knife away and then started to unbuckle his belt. "This bitch just needs a
good fucking to loosen her up," he had said.

Michael closed his eyes. Sometimes, he had been able to retrieve his
telekinetic powers by concentrating extremely hard.  If there was ever a
time they were needed, it was now. He used every ounce of mental
strength. He felt a hand on his crotch. He tried to block it out. He felt
something build inside him.

The man holding the knife was on his left, sitting on Michael's left
arm. Michael reached inside himself and lifted the arm up, taking the man
up with him. The man lost his balance and fell backwards.

The other men were stunned at the apparent show of strength. Before either
of them could do anything, Michael struck the man on his right with his
left fist. He hit him in the shoulder. Given his weaker strength, he would
not have expected to do much, but, with the extra boost from his powers,
the man was sent flying. He also heard a crack of bone.

He then repeated the process with the man who was sitting on his legs but
with his right hand. He hit him square in the head, sending him flying
backwards as well.

Michael then jumped up and pulled his jeans up. As he did, someone grabbed
him from behind. It was the man who had held the knife to his throat. He
had forgotten about him. Luckily for Michael, he must have dropped the
knife, but he had him in a headlock. Michael used his elbow to hit him in
the stomach. Again, it would not have normally done much damage, but with
his extra power, he temporarily winded him.

The man released him. Michael turned around and kicked him in the
groin. With the extra force, Michael kicked him so hard, that the guy's
feet actually lifted off the ground. He squealed and collapsed on the
ground. Michael forced a brief smile when he recalled that. He knew for a
fact how much that would have hurt.

There were some other onlookers. They had been watching the rape, clearly
enjoying what they saw. They now all looked shocked. Michael was pissed by
now and didn't care how many of them there were. He took one step towards
them, expecting a fight, but they all scattered. He had never seen a gang
of men run so quickly.

He had zipped up his jacket and ran down the various alleyways, until he
discovered a quiet corner in which to curl up into and cry. He wondered
that if this is what life will be like from now on. He moved slightly. Both
his arms hurt like hell where the men had been sitting on them, and his
boobs hurt from all the running.

In the space of an hour he had experienced the highs and lows of what it
was like to be a woman. Any minor thoughts that he did have about wanting
to experience his new body were now gone. He hated his body now. He wanted
his old body back. He knew that he had to find Tina and make her turn him
back.

*****************

Back at Sarah's house, Tina was in a complete state of hysteria. As soon as
she found out about the rape, she started screaming. She had been crying
ever since. Sarah really felt for her daughter. Sarah knew that Tina was
beginning to fall for Michael. After all, Michael had saved their lives and
it was just possible that Tina's actions might kill Michael. If that
happened, Sarah knew that Tina would be grief stricken. She might never get
over it.

Sarah was also feeling guilty again. Earlier, when she thought that Michael
had possibly raped her daughter, Sarah was seriously considering putting
Michael through that experience herself. She had wished he could know what
it felt like. She realized that right now he was probably finding out first
hand. Had her magic somehow caused it? Her rational mind told her that it
simply wasn't possible, that the effects of magic are almost always
localized, but some part of her couldn't shake the fact that she had
somehow caused this.

The phone rang at Sarah's house.

"Hello," Sarah answered.

"Sarah, it's Richard. I'm at the rape scene."

"Richard. Is Michael there? Is he... okay?" Tina immediately stopped
crying. She listened intently.

"I can't say. We can't find her, but I think so," said Richard remembering
to refer to Michael in the female sense in public. "She ran off before we
got here. The guys that attacked her... she... well... she damn well kicked
their asses. One has a broken collarbone. Another's got a concussion, and
the third has been kicked in the balls so hard, he'll be a soprano for
weeks."

"So she wasn't raped, then?" Sarah turned to Tina and gave a reassuring
smile. Tina's face lit up for the first time.

"Well, I don't know, but I don't think so. The people aren't talking that
much. There were about fifteen people watching, but no one saw a damn
thing.

"I think those pheromones had something to do with this," Richard
continued, talking in a quieter tone so he was not heard. "I've talked to a
few people. These guys were no angels, they were part of a gang, but they
were not the rapist type. They're as much a victim here as Michael is."

"No rapist is a victim. They should still be punished," Sarah said, a
little angry at Richard's tone.

"Well, I think they already have. They've been beat up and humiliated by
their attacker. I think that's a far better punishment than any prison
sentence. They won't try that again in a hurry." Richard paused. "You
should have seen what she did to these guys. I would have trouble taking
down these guys. That must be one hell of a black belt she has. So much for
her not being as effective as a female."

"You were not there when he rescued us. According to Mary, he punched out
the windshield on our car."

"Well, this is getting out of hand. My Captain's already giving me heat
over how this 'innocent little girl' was able to do all this. I asked if
he'd have preferred her to be raped and that shut him up for now, but
questions are starting to be asked. I don't want to tell you what the rest
of their gang are talking about doing to her. One thing's for sure. If she
wasn't pissed before, she certainly is now. Have you heard anything?"

"No. But it isn't long now before it will become permanent. I don't what
we'll do then."


Chapter Five
============

Still at Sarah's house, time was running out and they knew it. It had been
a while since the attempted rape and, despite intensive searching, no one
had seen a trace of "Michelle." Even Mary, who had been calm and collected,
was starting to pace up and down the room.

"You know. It may have been better if she had actually been raped," Mary
said.

"WHAT?" Andrew said, shocked, expressing the thoughts of everyone else.

"Well, look at it this way. Even if he had been raped and beaten up, at
least we could have taken Tina to the hospital. She could have delayed his
transformation into a witch. We could have then healed him, turned him back
and maybe even made him forget about today. It's just that fighting those
rapists off... might... condemn him to be a woman."

Mary's words seemed cruel, but everyone soon realized that she was
correct. It might have worked out better had he been raped. Mary walked
over to one of the women in the room.

"Even if we're too late, is there ANY way we can turn him back afterwards?"
Mary asked her.

The woman thought for a few minutes, "Well, there are always ways to go
back, even after a new witch's magical protection kicks in, but you know
how hard it will be. Besides, if it does become permanent, you know the
trouble we're gonna have from the other groups. He's a normal. The rules
state that no normal can be allowed access to magic, period"

Mary nodded in agreement. Although it was technically possible that Michael
could become male again even after the spell became permanent, Mary knew
that Michael's best chance of returning to manhood lay in the next hour.

Suddenly, the telephone rang, interrupting Mary's thoughts. Everyone had
been instructed not to ring on that line. Sarah walked over and picked up
the receiver.

"Hello," Sarah said.

"Hello. This is the operator. I have a collect call from a Mickey Curtis to
a Miss Adams. Do you accept the call?"

"YES!" Sarah put her hand on the mouthpiece, spun around and shouted, "It's
him!"

"Put it on the speaker," Mary said.

As soon as Sarah pressed the speaker button, everyone in the room heard a
tentative female voice say, "Hello." Everyone in the room was silent and
motionless.

"Michael. This is Mary. Michael, is that you?" Mary asked.

"Well, I'm not sure who I am anymore. I was Michael this morning, but
now..." Michael said. The tone of his voice was a mixture of anger and
fright.

"It's okay. We know what happened. How do you feel?" Mary asked.

"How do I feel?" Michael yelled, "So far today, I've been turned into a
girl, dumped in a hospital, and then nearly fucking gang raped," Michael
shouted. "I feel fine. Why the fuck shouldn't I?" Michael finished, his
sarcasm increasing with each word.

He continued without pausing. "I mean, have you seen me? Do you know what I
look like? I look like fucking Barbie. What was Tina thinking? What did she
want? A life-size fucking Barbie doll?"

Those words hurt, just as Michael had intended. Tina burst into tears
again. Michael could hear Tina crying in the background and, while he did
feel a little sorry for her, he felt a lot sorrier for himself, and that
continued to fuel his anger.

"Michael, you know that isn't true," Mary replied.

"Do I?" Michael replied quickly. "All I know is that this morning, I was a
guy. Now I'm a fucking girl. Why? Why did you do this to me?"

"It wasn't supposed to happen," Mary called out. "Tina was trying to
transform herself, not you. It was an accident."

"AN ACCIDENT!" Michael yelled again, this time in shock. "An accident is
when you drop a hammer on your foot. An accident is when you slip on a
stone and break your arm. What sort of accident is this? I-I was
nearly... raped. Do you have any idea what that feels like? What did I do
to you to deserve this?" Mary could hear that Michael was almost at the
point of crying.

Mary truly didn't know what it felt like to be raped. She could sympathize,
but in the end, nothing like that had ever happened to her. Mary
paused. The softly-softly approach wasn't working. She could hear that
Michael was simply too angry to listen to her pleas. She'd have to be a bit
firmer and hope he would listen to sheer reasoning.

"Okay, I know you're angry and upset. I can understand that. You've got
every right to be. But I don't have the time to be nice to you right now,
so listen and listen good."

Tina jumped up to protest, but Mary silenced her with a stare. She
continued.

"What's happened to you is temporary... at the moment, but pretty soon,
it's going to become permanent. And by that, I mean completely
permanent. If we don't get to you within the next hour or so you will be
stuck like that for the rest of your life. See those big tits on your
chest. Well, if you don't get back to us, they'll be on your chest
forever. And feel that space between your legs. You'll never feel a cock
there again, unless... you get back to us."

Mary was about to say, "you'll never feel a cock there again, unless it's
someone else's fucking you," but stopped herself just in time. That was
going too far, especially after what had happened to him. She wanted to
scare Michael into action, not scare him senseless. Also, although there
would still be some way back even after the spell became permanent in an
hour, Mary told Michael it would be completely permanent to increase his
motivation.

Mary continued, "Listen, do you think we would do anything to hurt you? You
saved the lives of some of the people I care most about. I'd do anything to
help you. And what about Tina? Do you think she would do this to you
deliberately? You saved her life. She'd NEVER do this to you unless it was
an accident."

There was a pause, which Mary found encouraging. At least Michael was
thinking carefully about what she had said.

"So I can still be turned back then?" Michael said, the tone of his voice a
bit softer.

"Yes. At the moment. In about an hour though, the spell will become
permanent. We need to get you back here to Tina so she can remove it before
then." Mary was relieved at Michael's calmer attitude.

"And then what? What happens?" Michael asked.

"Then you can go. Once we have turned you back, you can just walk out of
the door if you want to and we will never bother you again," Mary said to
Michael, but internally she knew it would be awkward. Their group had a
general rule that "normals" cannot be aware of their existence. Mary wasn't
sure if they could adjust his memory because of his resistance to magic. Of
course, Michael could no longer be considered a "normal." Still, it would
not be just as simple as letting him go, but that was one problem that
would have to wait until later. The first priority was getting him his old
body back.

"Where are you?" Mary asked.

"I don't know," Michael replied.

"Come on, Michael. Let us help you."

"No. I really don't know. I've no idea where I am. I'm in a call box
somewhere."

That wasn't true. Michael had a rough idea, but didn't want to let that out
just yet.

"Well, give me some clues. Any landmarks, street names, anything to help us
find you. How far away are you from the point where you were nearly raped?"
Mary asked.

"I-I just ran and ran. I don't know. I can try and find out," Michael said,
still not wanting to give away his position.

"Okay, but be very careful. The rest of that gang are really pissed about
you. You might have pulled some karate moves on them once, but next time,
they'll... well... you know..."

Mary didn't need to finish. Everyone knew what would happen if the gang
caught up with Michael.

"Then why don't I go to the police?" asked Michael.

"NO," Mary called back, "The police know about the rape. If they find you,
they'll treat you like a rape victim. They'll examine you for hours, by
which time you will be stuck in that body forever."

Suspicion crept into Michael's mind. He simply didn't trust Mary
anymore. "Or are you just afraid that I'll tell the police what really
happened?"

"And what exactly will you tell them?" she replied. "That you used to be a
guy and were turned into a woman? Do you think that anyone will believe
you? This isn't about preserving our secret. We're not worried about that,
because even when you're back in your own body, no one will ever believe
you."

Deep down, Michael knew that Mary was right. No one would ever believe
him. He wondered what he should do. Everything Mary said seemed to make
sense. It did appear to be an accident. Up until then, he had found nothing
to fear from their family and he didn't want to spend the rest of his life
as a woman. He realized he had no choice but to go back to Tina and allow
her to try to turn him back into his old self. But he knew he would watch
his back very closely.

"I think I can find my way back to the point where I was
nearly... raped. Can you meet me there?" Michael said.

"No. I've got to stay here with Tina? She's got to be the one that casts
the spell and it's going to take a little preparation. It's only a few
minutes drive, so I'll arrange for some people to meet you. They will be in
a light blue Ford and the man's name is Richard. And Michael, be careful."

Michael paused for a few seconds before answering. "Okay." The phone was
dead soon afterwards.

Mary quickly dialed another number on Sarah's phone and waited for an
answer.

"Hello, Richard? It's Mary. Listen, we've spoken to Michael. He's alright,
but we need to get him back here quickly. Go back to the place where
'Michelle' was raped. He will meet you there. Bring him back here as soon
as you get him. Okay?" She hung up the phone. As she turned to look around
the room, she could see expressions of partial relief, especially on Tina's
face. But she knew it wasn't over just yet, although hopefully it wouldn't
be too much longer.

***********************

Michael was hiding in one of the alleyways. He had been able to find his
way back fairly easily. He wasn't sure why he had phoned Sarah's house. It
was probably because he was getting increasingly desperate. After what had
happened, he knew he couldn't try walking any further, so he found a
secluded call box and phoned collect. Even in that short call, he started
to receive some unwanted attention, so he had quickly run back into the
alleyway in which he was now hiding.

He had been there for few minutes when he saw what looked like a light blue
Ford park at the point where the rape had taken place not more than a few
hours ago. There were two people, a man and a woman, in the car, just as
Mary had described. The woman was driving. The man got out of the car and
stood beside it, looking around.

Michael looked around. It was now almost dark. He looked around for other
possible gang members. Although he felt fairly confident he could handle
anyone, he didn't want to display his power, least of all to these people.

The moment he stepped out from the alleyway, virtually everyone for several
hundred feet noticed him, which was disconcerting for him. He was used to
being able to blend into the background. In his previous form, it was no
problem, but when you're a big-breasted babe with long blonde hair; it's
not so easy. The quicker he got out of this body, the better.

Richard noticed Michael as soon as he stepped out of the alleyway and,
judging by the pointing, staring and whispering, most of the people on the
street had noticed him as well. That was hardly surprising. He was stunning
and would have been noticed even if it wasn't for the all the talk about
what "she" had done a few hours earlier.

Richard opened the rear door to the car as Michael got closer. Michael
looked at Richard with a bit of hesitation.

"Come on. I'm Richard. We don't have the time," said Richard, looking
around nervously. He noticed that some of the gang members were starting to
approach the car. Although he was a police officer and he felt confident,
he didn't want a confrontation here because they simply didn't have the
time.

Michael also noticed the group of men and carefully climbed into the back
seat while at the same time keeping a watchful eye on both Richard and the
car driver.

"Move over," called Richard. He wanted to get into the back as
well. Michael moved over. Richard slammed the door shut.

"Go," said Richard. The driver wasted no time in speeding away.

***********************

Mary, Andrew, and some other group members were waiting anxiously. Tina and
Sarah were preparing to cast a spell which would delay Michael's
transformation into a witch.

Mary was wondering if they should have taken Tina to meet Michael
instead. It would have made it more difficult because Tina needed some
space and peace to prepare her spell, which couldn't easily be done in the
middle of a strange street, but it may have cut a few minutes off. Mary was
about to call Richard again when the phone rang. Mary put it straight onto
speaker.

"Mary, it's Richard. It's okay. We've got him. We're on our way back right
now."

The whole room burst into cheers. Everyone was instantly jubilant. Mary
silenced them quickly.

"Is he alright?" asked Mary.

"He seems physically fine. It's going to take us about five minutes to get
back. We're still cutting this a bit fine. Can you make sure Tina is ready
to cast the spell as soon as we get there?"

"Yes, sure. Come straight through to the study when you get back. We'll be
ready for you. Explain to Michael that all we're doing now is removing the
permanency part of it all, will you? Oh, and try to keep him calm. You know
what might happen if he feels threatened."

"Okay, see you later."

***********************

Richard ended the call and then turned to Michael.

"Okay, as soon as we get back, all we're going to do is remove the part of
the spell that makes it permanent."

"I thought you were going to change me back straight away," Michael
replied, getting angry again.

"We are, but it can't be done immediately. It takes a few hours to prepare
and to... visualize your old form. Before we can do that, we need to make
sure that the current change isn't completely permanent."

Although that was partially true, the main reason for a delay would be to
work out why the first spell had gone so horribly wrong. They did not want
to screw up the re-transformation. Richard knew that Michael's
transformation into a woman was permanent from the very beginning. But
under normal circumstances, they would simply cast another spell to
transform him again.

The real problem would be if Michael became a witch. If that happened, he
would become immune to their spells and they would not be able to transform
him ever again. He would probably be stuck in that sexpot body for life.

The delay wasn't what Michael expected. He wanted to walk into the house
and then walk out a few minutes later with his old body. He didn't want to
be stuck in that house for any longer than was necessary.

"Listen," Richard said, seeing Michael's concern, "I know you want to turn
back, but it will only be a slight delay. Besides, when we turn you back,
it doesn't have to be exactly the same. We can make some... improvements,
if you want. It's the least we can do."

Richard thought the emotional bribery of a few extra inches in certain
places might make it easier. He did not know that Tina had already
discounted that idea.

"No. I just want my old body back. No changes, no 'improvements,' thank
you. That's the least you can do," Michael retorted with increasing
bitterness.

Richard remained silent. He remembered Mary's warning about keeping Michael
calm. Richard knew that if Michael felt seriously threatened, it could
easily bring forward the time when the spell would become permanent. Then
Michael remembered what Richard said about the timing being close.

"How long till this... change becomes permanent, then?" asked Michael.

"We don't know for sure. It should become permanent around six hours after
the transformation, which is just under half an hour from now. The spell
Tina is preparing should delay it for a day or so to give us time to
transform you back. But the timing isn't exact. Tell me, have you felt this
tingling sensation all over your body in the past hour?"

"No," Michael replied. "Why?"

"Well, if it does happen, let me know about it immediately. Interrupt me if
you have to," Richard said, not answering Michael's question. "How long
till we get there?" he asked the driver to change the subject.

"Only a few more minutes," the driver replied.

***********************

The car screeched to a halt outside the house.

Michael and Richard got out of their respective doors. They walked briskly
up the driveway. Michael saw Andrew open the door. Michael motioned for
Richard to go first. He wanted as many people in front of him as possible
to keep an eye on the situation.

They walked straight into the study. Tina, Mary, and Sarah were standing in
the middle of the room together. They were looking at an old book. Another
man and a woman stood waiting around. Richard and Andrew followed Michael
into the room. He was clearly outnumbered here and, given their apparent
powers, probably outclassed as well. Michael certainly hoped things didn't
get ugly. If it did, surprise at his powers would be his best weapon, but
surprise is a weapon you can use only once, so it must be used very
carefully.

Everyone looked at Michael when he entered the room. He hated that feeling.

Tina, who had clearly been crying, just meekly said, "Hi."

"Okay, we don't have time for pleasantries. Tina, off you go," Mary butted
in, wanting to move things along.

"Right. This spell will take about a minute to cast. Stay still while I do
it," Tina said nervously. She looked down at the book again and appeared to
start to concentrate.

Michael looked around. Boy did he feel insecure. He really didn't want any
more of those spell things cast on him. He just wanted to get out, as he
felt so enclosed. At that point, a very strange sensation swept over
Michael's body. He lifted his hand to stop the proceedings.

"Wait," Michael said. He turned to Richard, "You said to let you know if I
felt this tingling all over my body."

"Yes," Richard replied as his eyes widened.

"Well, it just did, just now," Michael said.

Michael saw Tina fall to the floor, crying and screaming. Mary and Sarah
ran to comfort her.

"What? What's happened?" Michael said, wanting to know why the proceedings
had stopped.

Richard walked up to Michael and put a hand on his shoulder, looked him in
the eyes, and said softly, "I'm sorry. It's too late."

At those words, Michael felt as if he had been hit by a truck.

"TOO LATE? What do you mean, too late?" He knew exactly what it meant but
was attempting to deny it to himself.

"I'm sorry," Richard repeated. "We can't turn you back."

Michael felt his knees go weak. He started to sway. As he started to fall,
both Richard and Andrew caught him and helped him to a chair where he just
sat, staring at the wall.

The only sound in the room was that of Tina crying. It seemed to Michael as
if everyone was just standing around what seemed like hours. Finally, Mary
moved over and spoke to Michael.

"Michael. Look I know how hard this is for you."

"Do you?" Michael interrupted. "How could you? How could you even begin to
understand?"

Mary looked around at everyone, then looked back at Michael, "You'd be
surprised," she said with a faint smile.

Mary went over to Richard and whispered something in his ear. He left the
room and returned a few minutes later.

"Michael. It's okay. It's not as bad as it seems. We can help you through
this," Mary said, trying to comfort Michael.

"This can't be happening. It's a bad dream. I'm going to wake up in the
morning and everything will be back as normal," Michael said in a monotone
voice, a female monotone voice.

Michael felt a pain in his arm. He looked down to see that Richard had just
injected him with something.

"What have you done?" shouted Michael as he leaped to his feet, his state
of trance broken.

"You need to sleep. We can talk in the morning," Mary said.

Michael pushed past Richard and tried to run out of the front door, but it
was already closed. As Michael was fumbling with the lock, he started
feeling weak. Whatever they had injected him with was fast acting.

He summoned his telekinetic powers to try to break down the door, but he
found that he was already beginning to lose consciousness. Michael knew it
was no use. Even if he could escape, he knew he wouldn't get far.

Michael closed his eyes as he felt himself being picked up and carried back
into the study and placed into a chair. All he could hear was the muffled
sound of Tina still crying. As he began to fully lose consciousness, he
briefly wondered what his life would contain from now on.



Phil Stevens
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