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While time is something I've seen plenty of, at no one point in my long history do I remember acting as I did. It all started what seemed like only a few days ago, when he moved in. A slow housing market had caused the house across the street to go empty for years. I began to wonder if the neighbors I so loved would have to move back from their tropical retirement. As my hope began to flourish, an event happened that would dampen them once more, new people bought the house. I still remember that first day, when their moving truck pulled up, and the man and his son walked out. The boy, only five then, would become the object of my obsession. Being a witch, I knew obsession could be a dangerous thing, especially where mortals are concerned. I myself had spent so many hundreds of years making sure people like me did not take advantage of them. We are a major minority, but it wasn't uncommon for one of us to command hordes of them. To prevent more accidents such as those in Greece, and Rome so many years ago, my position as protector of mortals was invented.
Now, I wasn't around back then, and as I grew threw the horrors that the mortals brought on themselves, I began to wonder if it would be best for us to run there lives. I only leaned that lesson the hard way, as innocent individuals were stripped of their lives to fulfill the needs of one of my own. I swore I would never follow suite, but something was odd, or different about this boy. On the outside, he's just seems like any one of the number of little boys who pass up and down this street everyday. After all, the neighborhood was perfect for raising children; narrow, straight roads, high and plentiful tree top canopies, and houses and schools spaced a decent distance apart, but everything within walking distance. Yes, it was the perfect neighborhood to raise a family, or be a witch enjoying her own retirement.
A few minutes quickly reviled the mother, and her high priced vehicle. I realized that they must work for the new technology company that just moved. Young families with money always take advantage of new branches opening. Especially when they mean moving to places like this. She quickly assembled her son, and convinced him that helping move stuff into the house was just like play. Eventually, more family members came to move them in, and by the next day, they were secure in their new dwelling.
That morning was cool, and rather hazy, a sign that fall is around the corner. At eight I went to my box, as usual just in time to meet the young paper boy bring me the news. That boy, as I recall, was a pest, always late, lazy, and never kempt. This time I had a surprise for the boy. As he rode his bike up, I hit him with a spell he would never forget. His appearance quickly changed from scruffy, dirty, and lethargic, to clean, well dressed, and energetic. While it was technically a deviation of my own rules, the change was necessary, and small enough that I wouldn't be bothered by my replacements. As the boy kindly handed me the paper, my attention turned to the house across the street, were the new boy sits up in a window. He quickly closes it the second I spot him. I can only figure that he saw me.
As a professional, I had to block his memory. I could not take the chance of him blurting this one indiscretion to his parents, and them taking him seriously. Returning my house I quickly materialized a pie, and went over to their house.
"High." The woman said after she opened the door.
Overall, she seemed like the typical mortal woman. She is very nice on the eyes, and a post athletic figure. Her eyes are a sparkling blue while her hair an almost golden brown.
"Hello," I said back to her. "I would just like to welcome you to the neighborhood."
"Thank you." She says, and then takes the pie from me. "Why don't you come right on in."
I proceeded into the house I had been in so many times before to find many aspects of it changed. The floors are now a dark hardwood color, the appliances updated, and the carpet replaced. While it was a much more modern atmosphere, the changes were welcome.
"Oh and here's my son Alex." She says as the little boy dismounts the stairs.
I could have easily placed the spell on him right then and their, without anyone knowing, but something about him made me stop. His face was that of pure curiosity. His small body appeared well groomed for the athletic life his parent's relics heavily advertise. His face itself was not unlike his mothers. It is small and round, cute, yet still somewhat boyish. His hair was short, but I can still tell it is about a shade or two lighter than his mothers. His eyes though, are a prefect shade of emerald.
Eventually his father came down, and we talked about the neighborhood. While we went on, I still could not remove the young boy from my thoughts. Before I could leave, I found myself offering my time for baby sitting services, an appointment I had shunned for every other kid I had ever met. They were only too happy to accept my offer. It took a week, but they finally sat the kid with me. I had no idea what to do with children. I my self had never even married, much less bothered myself with children. Even when I myself was a child, I never really bothered with the other kids. About the only thing I ever knew though was the old tea times my mother and I use to have, but that was England. This is America, and to make matters worse, she's a he. As I well knew, most boys rather make play war than pleasantries.
As I watched him play with his toys in my conservatory, I realized something new about the boy. While like most boys his age, he loved to build, he seemed to be more compassionate when it came to destruction. He seemed more interesting in the process of studying what ever his blocks could assemble, than their dismantling. I decided that maybe trying to have a tea with him may not be such a bad idea.
"What's a tea?" The boy calmly said.
"Its just were we sit and drink tea, and eat little snacks, and talk."
The boy only shrugged his shoulders. I walked away felling a little betrayed. A girl would have jumped at the chance, but boys, no matter what, are still different. Of course this is upbringing to blame to. I began to think how easier it would be if he was a girl. As I took another look at him, I realized just how easy it would be to make him one.
I can't do that.' I thought to myself. I would be no better than those I spent so much time fighting.'
I thought threw the rules, calculated ever possible scenario, and then finally I realized something. To him, the situation would be like play. That would make it legal. As long as I made him in a way that I could easily change him back, I was fine.
Truthfully, as far as magic is concerned, turning him into a girl and then back is possible. While I do know how, the process is hard, and completely unique of the act of changing a guy to a girl. It's why most amateurs have such a had time with it, and assume its just impossible.
I dauntlessly walked back into the room and told him, "For lunch today we are having a tea." Knowing full well they are supposed to happen at four and not twelve. After all, at four, he goes home.
"Okay." He responds.
"But you will have to get dress up for this." I said trying to see how far I could go with the boy.
"In what?"
"A nice dress."
"But I don't have a suite."
Why it was a response that made me think he was slow, it didn't take me long to realize that, as a boy, and a single child, he probably rarely ever hears the term dress mean anything but putting cloths on.
"I mean this." With a flick of my hand, I incarnated a white, frilly dress. Before I could realize what I had just done, the boy looked the dress over and responded.
"Isn't that just for girls?"
While I am surprise that he ignored the magic aspect of what just happened, I decided to take my one window of opportunity and use it.
"Yes, but you will be a girl when you were this."
"I will?"
"Well, more or less." I had to admit. Even though he's young, his body probably wouldn't hold up to well from a complete transformation. The strain could leave him discomforted for days. "I will make you a girl only on this level, but on the basic level, you'd still be a boy."
I was expecting a negative response, but he shrugged and said, "Okay."
As a little boy, there was almost no change in the way he looked as a boy verses a girl. So I told him to take down his pants, and showed him the only physical difference.
"You see, that's what makes you a girl. That's the only difference."
While he hid it well, he was both shocked and intrigued by this change to his body. I had no idea what his little penis looked like, but his new vagina was like most little girls, just a simple slit, that was almost useless.
"What do I do when I have to pee?" He asked.
It was at that moment I decided to train the little boy to be a little girl. I started by his question, and worked my way to manners, and how to dress himself. While lunch ended up being at one instead of twelve, I had to admit the change was well worth it. At the table he was dressed just like a little, well brought up, girl. Instead of the blue jeans and T-shirt from earlier, he wore the dress I showed him earlier, nice white tights and shoes to match. I even gave him a pair of white lace gloves. The experience also allowed me to pick his brain a little. He never saw me change the paper boy that day. As for the magic, he just assumed if he didn't do what I'd said, I'd eat him, or turn him into some animal.
"That is one thing I will never do to you." I told the boy.
He seemed to believe me, and fortunately, agreed not to tell his parents a thing about what we did today.
After that day, we continued this tradition for another two weeks. Since I was now taking care of him practically every day (expect weekends) he would come to my house, we would play for a little bit, and the for lunch, or tea, he would become a girl, and get dressed.
As our confidence in each other grew, an event took place that would separate us for a long time, school started. While to young, Alex's parents convinced the near by school's faculty to allow him into the first grade. They only made the exception due to his late birthday, and the fact that for a child his age he is still very mature, and very articulate. The age distinction was something that the other children didn't seem to notice. As the first month crept by my loneliness only increased. It was especially hard when I saw him fly down the road from school with his friends. As they all headed into his house in there black pants, white shirts with matching ties, I began to realize that, while we did share something special, he still is a little child. He has yet to understand these types of bonds, or even form them from those other than his parents.
As late September disappeared into early October, I began to see the starting of the little boy's career in sports. The first was football, or soccer as it is known here. I'd often see him outside, attempting to bounce the ball on his perfectly smooth legs. I couldn't help to think that it was such a waste. I decided to go down stairs and do what other witches my age do, try to figure out a way of fighting off the years. Why my life span is long, I'm not immortal. I could always change my form to that of a younger woman, but that doesn't work beyond a certain number of times. The goal would be to find a way to live forever.
As I hunted for the right book in my basement, I began to wonder `Why would one want to live forever alone?' It was a question that was only disrupted by the door bell going off. I quickly raced up stairs to meet it, figuring it was the post man with a shipment I had out. I opened the door only to find Alex. His tiny petite form stood mostly hidden behind the large ball he carried.
"Hello Ms. Warsha." He announced in a rather childish tone.
"Hello to you Alex. Have you been having fun at school?"
His response came slow, but he finally managed to answer, "I guess. But my teachers are boring."
"Well, that's to be expected." I responded thinking back to my days in school.
"So," the young boy began, "Can I come back here next week."
"Why? Aren't you in school?"
"School's out on Monday. It's Columbus Day."
Oh yes, my mother use to talk about the tyrant called Columbus. It's still hard to imagine why they would name a day after him.
"But what about your friends, wouldn't you rather be with them?"
He stood there for a while, carefully considering his words.
"I would, but I want to do that thing we use to do. And all their parents work so my parents are just going to stick me with a baby sitter anyway, so..."
I could tell what he was thinking, but to get so many involved could be hazardous to me. If I was caught I could loose my powers completely, or worse.
"If we did," I started to say, "and your friends were to come, they couldn't be allowed to remember as you do."
"I know, you told me before."
So I decided to go along with the little boy's plan. Of course I had to lay down some other rules as well. When his friends arrived that day, I allowed to play as boys, which meant playing ball and with their action figures, but by twelve it was my time. I instantly transformed the bunch of them the same way I did Alex a few months before. As with before, their bodies were only superficially female, but this time there was a catch. This time all the boys, except Alex, did not remember their former male selves. They automatically knew how to act like proper little ladies. They all were dressed in their fine little frilly dresses, stockings, and shoes. They all looked a fare departure from the creatures that were here earlier. There hair is all long and fine, their skin more clear, and the features more slender. The only issue I had that day was the occasional moment when one of the boys would realize that their life didn't make since. That was a side effect of the spell I used. Since this event was to only be temporary, I decided that only a weaker spell was in order. It only filters their life experiences, and not actually converting them to meet their new selves. Even though the conversations were definitely different than what Alex was use to, he participated eagerly. Yes that day was fun; by the end I decided that I couldn't just let the boys forget everything. I set their minds so that they would recall the events of the day in their dreams that night. Later that day, Alex even came back and thanked me for my services, and promised to return with his friends.
From that day on, Alex's friends always looked at my house differently, curious at whether or not the events of that day ever happened, and while I know Alex denied them every time, there came a day he told the truth to one of his friends.
The boy's name was Max. While only six, he already looks more masculine than most boys his age. Alex admitted that of all his friends, Max was the one who seemed most sold on the idea of are cross gendered parties. So when Christmas vacation came, and the majority of their friends were away, both boys came back. Max too swore himself to secrecy, but for him I employed a little bit of insurance.
"If you tell, I leave you a girl forever." I said.
To this day, I'm not sure if he actually liked the idea enough to tell or not. The three of us continued for several years, up until Max had to move away. I could tell Alex was upset at the idea of loosing the only friend he could tell everything. I could also tell that Max would miss this life as well. His father was the alpha male type. At home, Max was always expected to be a man, in all the worst ways, but the boy was too expressive for that. He love to draw, to paint, to play violin, things that real men just don't do. His primary escapes were at school, and here, were he could easily express himself. Before his final departure, I offered to change Max permanently. While he was interested in the idea, he wasn't sold on the additional things that go into being a girl. His idea of a future still had him as a father, but one not like his own. From that point, there was nothing I could do for him anymore. While I agreed with his choice, it also meant that I couldn't change any other part of his life, as that would be wrong.
Even though Max's departure saddened me, another factor made me feel even worse. Alex was also growing up. From the little boy no more that four three tall, Alex was now passing four and a half. His body was beginning to show signs of maturing. His face was beginning to lengthen, his skin alter, and tiny facial hairs appear. While this is all normal for a boy the age of twelve, I was surprised at the speed in which they came. I had always thought that his youthful looks would stay much longer into his teen years, but I was wrong. Another factor that hurt his smoother, more youthful appearance was his level of athleticism. From Soccer as a boy, he had switched to Football (to appease his friend Max) to Baseball, to Basketball. Now he's managed to settle on swimming, and gymnastics. Both sports he loves, but gymnastics was becoming a problem for him. Men's gymnastics was a sport his friend Max flourished at do to his natural strength, but Alex had very little natural strength. He get by were he could, but the men's side of this sport doesn't allow for it much. I often thought about artificially making him stronger, but upon trying I was immediately stopped. One of my replacements lectured me on the dangers of interfering in mortal sports. In the end, I did nothing. By the end of his middles school tenure, he had been quickly outpaced by his fellow gymnast. Now with boys younger than he, something he's not use to, he makes a valiant effort to catch up to the rest of his class.
As a girl however, his form was much more relaxed, smother, and curvier. Somehow, his feminine form managed to retain his youthful features. I was less depressed when I saw him in this form. Actually, I was happy. For years now we also went out, always far from are town so his parents wouldn't know. One thing I realized fast was that he enjoyed dance. This wasn't narrowed to the modern convulsions called dancing by his peers, he loved ballet, and tap, and jazz, and ballroom, but it wasn't until that summer that I realized how that could actually work for him. That day, I saw for the first time a female gymnastics troop perform. I never realized how much dance was involved in their performances. It was the quicker, more acrobatic movements that Alex was best at, and while female gymnastics does require muscle, it seems more fitting for Alex. It was a decision that took me a long time to figure out. I could change him, but would he want to?
Then one day in July, the last before his family vacation, I walked in on Alex reading a book on my sofa. While I had taught him how to be a proper young lady, I also allowed him to act like a girl of today. That also meant these modern day girls cloths. On him, he wore a barely knee length jean skirt with a nice, form fitting shirt, and a pair of white shocks. As I looked down at the boy in his feminine form, I saw for the first time in ages his small mound. Unlike before were it was just a useless crack of flesh, now it's a more lively set of fleshly lips, all covered in a pair of blue satin panties. It was at that moment I began noticing everything about the boy, his hair is long, and luxurious, his legs, smooth and cream colored, his figure, petite and smooth. At that moment, I realized that I could not let time do to him as it does to all boys. I didn't know why, its not like I've never appreciated the male form before, it's just that for him it seemed like a waste that I wasn't about to let happen.
I immediately started at his brain, modifying it, filling it with estrogen. I modified his wiring so that it would be that of a natural born girl. I then moved to the rest of his body. At the moment all of his changes are superficial. He has no female organs, or even real breast. I set out to change that. I started in the most important place, his DNA. I immediately modified every Y chromosome in his body to that of an X. I then change his breast, putting in place mammary glands, real working nipples, and arranging it all in an alluring package. It then came time for female's most important parts. I pulled his penis and testes all the way inside of him. I changed his prostate into a uterus, his testes into ovaries. Finally, his little penis began a clitoris. I then proceeded to make him the most perfectly formed vagina a woman could hope for, one were it would hold any man's member with only the slightest tightness just for pleasure. I made his g-spot operational, and I made it so that his body could feel every last ounce of please a man, or a woman would give him. I even gave him the rare ability to have female ejaculations regularly. While he could easily control his own organism, I made sure that he would have one when having sex the traditional way. A final modification came to his hips. I specially made them so that it would be easier for them expand for when he has his children, but I made sure it did not compromised his figure.
At the end of the process, Alex turned to me. While I am not sure whether he heard my initial approach into the room, one thing was clear, he knew what I had done to him.
"Alex," I started with a straight face. "You will live out the rest of your life as a girl. You will have periods, get pregnant, and eventually go threw menopause."
It was then I realized something about him. His head lowered as if trying to contemplate what had happened to him. I saw an angle of him that made me realize that somewhere along the line; I had fallen in love with him.
Suddenly, he tipped his beautiful head up.
"Can I take ballet?"
At that moment I decided that I needed a change two. I focused my energies on me for the first time in my entire life. I made my self about thirteen. I retracted my breast, feeling them move into my chest, and saying good bye to this lonely female life. I changed my organs, making my own clit a full size penis, my ovaries testis, my uterus a prostate. Within seconds I made myself completely male, all except for my brain. To do so would probably cost me my ability to control powers, something I wasn't willing to give up just yet. After my physical change, I modified my cloths to that of a typical teen. When I was done, I looked at Alex, who stared at me with confused eyes. I just decided to kneel down and kiss her fully on the lips. Surprisingly, were I expected resistance, Alex only returned my kiss.
From their we modified our lives together. Alex would be on the girl's gymnastics and swim team, as well as ballet. While I could only make him average, she would immediately excel in these fields. As for me, I changed it so that I was living with parents, who were witches of course. I placed myself in swimming and ballet, and in high school. While we remained high school sweet hearts for many years, we reserved ourselve from sex. Alex, or Alexis became the typical teenage girl. She did well in school, mostly getting all A's. As for me, I became Jason Washa. I would become captain of the swim team, an excellent ballet dancer, and an above average student. As I passed threw this school life, I began to realize why mortals put up with their limited abilities. The excitement of doing things that your not sure will actually work was entertaining, and added a dept to life like I had never experienced before. Of course on prom night I took out Alexis. We took a limo to the hotel were the dance was held, and then to the after party, but that's not were the night would end for us. Are parents were understanding of this night, and my father got us a room in a nice hotel for the night.
That night we entered the large room nervous about what we were about to do. Both of us were avid athletes with promise, but the opportunity was something we could not pass up. Upon finalizing the event, I began to unzip Alexis' long, red, satin dress. She let it slide off of her body, and easily stepped out of it, making sure to leave her shoes behind. She turned around to revile her sensual body. Her breast and privates were still clad in their satin prisons, with an extra layer of nude colored nylons covering her legs. My penis immediately rose and view of her hot body. I immediately began removing pieces of my tux, throwing them to the floor. Within a minute, I stood, fully naked in front of Alex. My ten and a half inch member was in full view of the girl. She just smiled softly and proceeded to take off her tights and underwear. She then moved to the head of the bed, pulled down the covers, and rested underneath them. I took a Condon from out of my tux pocket, placed it on, and proceeded to my place above my date. I maneuvered my member straight to her vagina. Being a virgin in both sexes, I had no idea what to expect. I began slipping myself inside of her slowing. Alex emitted a slight yelp when I was about an inch and a half in. From a trace of blood that began to drip out of her, I could tell that I just broke her hymen. I continued my assault on her private, eventually moving completely inside of her. I then laid on top of her and began my job as the man. I started pumping my hips, while kissing her, and feeling her exquisite body. As I did so, I was only made even more hornier, and my hips began moving faster, and more automatically. I could tell that she was feeling pleasure as it became harder and harder for her to continue kissing me. Eventually her face took on a discomforted look. She then let out a slight yell. With it came a rush of water by my genitals. I looked down to see a reddish clear fluid poring out of her. The sheer sight made me cum immediately. After a few minutes I pulled myself out of her, and lay beside her, and as I did caught a glimpse of the clock. From the time we entered the room, to now, only ten minutes had passed. To tired to care, I just embraced Alex, and fell asleep.
And there I stayed. We eventually separated as we went to college, and got back together for grad school. We married seven weeks after receiving our masters. While my field didn't require one, Alexis deiced to go back for her PHD. But now, tonight, as I lay by her side, I can't help wondering if I had done something wrong. I dedicated my life to making sure that mortals were not taken advantage of by people with magic, but yet here I am, married to someone who I only knew because of an incident with a paper boy.
Sensing my discomfort, Alexis rolls over to face me.
"What's wrong Jason?" She asks sweetly.
At first I didn't want to say anything, but I had to know.
"Is this what you wanted?" I asked rather harshly. "Is this how you wanted to live?"
She stares at my blankly as if trying to figure out what I mean.
"What do you mean?" She finally asks.
"When I made you a girl, did you know I could have changed you back? Did you know I wasn't trying to force you to like being a girl in the first place?"
Realizing what I meant, she simply smiles at me and responds. "I knew, I always knew. I would have been more shocked if it was impossible. From day one you told me everything. I love you, and if six years of marriage hasn't told you that, then maybe our two sons, our daughter, and whatever I have in me now should, and while this definitely needs to be it for anymore children, I will never stop loving you, or wanting to be a girl."
My confidence was reassured. She really does love me. I kissed her fully on the lips while embracing her. She immediately returned the favor, and before I realized it I was readying to have sex with her again.
And this night, we would last the full fifteen minutes.