Teenage Sorceress Part 4
We got showered, separately, so as not to risk starting something we couldn't stop. Then we went downstairs to her packages to get me dressed. The first thing she pulled out was a lacy, pink bra and panty set. I have to admit, I probably wouldn't have chosen pink, but it was an extremely pretty pair of lingerie. I took it, put the panties on first, but had problems with the bra. When Wanda noticed it, she said, "Stroke the pendant. If you ever have problems doing anything that you think a woman should, stroke the pendant and it'll give you the ability to function without thinking about it."
I stroked the pendant and then tried to put the bra on. This time I snapped the hooks in back like I had been wearing one all my life. Being honest, I was worried about how I would feel about wearing lingerie, but the extra support around my tits was a welcome addition, and, surprisingly, I actually liked the prettiness of what I was wearing.
After that, Wanda got me into a half slip, white blouse (through which my bra was somewhat seeable), blue skirt, stockings, and 3" heels. The buttons on the opposite side of the blouse were a bit of a problem, but I managed. But I had to stroke the pendant again in order to manage the heels. I thought that Wanda was going to do my make-up but she had me stroke the pendant and apply it on my own, and thanks to her magic, I did do a good job.
We took the time to unload her van, and then went to the mall. I got to admit it, I got into the whole shopping thing, and perhaps it was the fact that Wanda was footing the bill, but I spent much more than I ever thought I would that day. A fact that Wanda mentioned, and we both laughed about. After we got finished, we went back to my house, and unloaded. While we were doing that I mentioned, "This is a hell of a lot more than a couple weeks of clothing. This is an entire wardrobe. How could you let me buy this much?" Wanda laughed. "Hun, for a man, this is more than two weeks worth of clothes. But, as a woman, you'll be finding more reasons than you thought possible to change your clothes." "How so?" "Well, I want to take you out on the town tonight. Your current outfit, as nice, and, I might add, nicely suggestive as it is, it's hardly something we can go dancing in."
I suddenly got an image of me dancing in the outfit I was in, and I had to giggle. "I suppose not. You still shouldn't have let me buy so much." She put her arms around my neck. "You were having so much fun I just couldn't say no." She gave me a quick kiss and said, "Come on, let's get you dressed for a night on the town." We went upstairs and got changed. I figured I'd just change my outer garments and that's be it. Silly me. Wanda got me out of everything and into a set of plain, powder blue lingerie, including panties, strapless bra, and translucent full-slip. This time she put me into panty hose, rather than simple stockings, and 5" heels. The dress she put me into was a beautiful, blue, solid print, shoulderless, strapless gown. It showed just enough of my cleavage to be suggestive, but came down to just below my knees. Wanda got into a similar red dress, and we went out. I figured we would be going to one of the few underage clubs around town, but once again, I was wrong. When we pulled up to the dance club, I asked, "What are we doing here?" "Going dancing." "But this is an over-21 club. They sell alcohol here." "Yes, and I want you to promise me you won't be buying anything alcoholic to drink. The ID I created for you says you're 21. But if anybody asks, just tell them you're a designated driver. I may be sneaking you in, but that doesn't mean I think it's okay for you to be drinking." "But why bother? Why not just go someplace else where it's not an issue?" "Because this is the only place in town where you and I can dance together and not have to worry about people hassling us." "Why's that?" "Come on. You'll see." We went inside, where I took a look around. "Do you see what's special here?" It looked almost exactly like I thought it would. It took me a few seconds to realize what was so special about this place. There were no men here. And many of the women were openly... amorous to each other. "It's a lesbian dance club." "Bingo." Wanda kissed me right on the lips, and whispered, "And now you fit right in." "I don't know about this. It's kind of scary. Protect me?" She looked me in the eye and stroked my cheek. "Jenny," the name I had chosen, "I promise you, as long as it is in my power to do so, I will always keep you from harm." Remembering what she had told me before about her promises I smiled and went into the club with her. Even now, four years later, I don't frequent dance clubs, lesbian or not, so I don't know what the standard is for the like, but for the most part, I liked this place. I liked the openness of the patrons, and the camaraderie they showed me. Although being a teenager, the two things I liked the best were, A, being someplace I probably shouldn't have been, and, B, the rather openly sexual way the patrons were expressing their affections for one another. It wasn't unusual for someone to fondle a tit while kissing their partner, or to grab someones ass and grind pelvises while dancing to a slow tune. After I got used to that level of openness, I got a kick out of doing my best to embarrass Wanda by openly groping her in front of people. She complained a little, not about the actual groping, but about the fact that I was getting her so excited that she wasn't going to be able to hide her cock. Of course, that didn't stop me, and, eventually, she dragged me into a stall in the bathroom and fucked me till she was soft, which was what I had wanted to happen in the first place.
Then we spent a couple more hours just being there. I danced with a few of the other women in the bar, and was glad Wanda had made it impossible for me to get hard, otherwise my dick would've poked a lot of women in the hips. After we went home, we had wild, passionate sex before going to bed. The next ten days went pretty much the same, with us going out and having fun and getting to know one another, but two days before mom came home, Wanda sprang a surprise on me. "I've got someplace special I want to take you today." "Where's that?" "I'll give you a hint. You'll be wearing this," and then she held up a two-piece bathing suit. "I don't know." During the two weeks I had been a woman, I had purposefully avoided clothes that would fit tightly around my crotch to avoid revealing my cock, but here Wanda was, holding up a bathing suit that would've kept nothing to the imagination. Wanda came over and sat beside me on the couch. She gave me the suit and said, "Jen, if you really don't want to do this, I understand. But I want you to do this, because I want you to know that, as a woman, you can go anywhere without fear of the consequences. That you not only look like a woman, but can pass as a woman." "Sure. You just want to see me in a skimpy bathing suit." "Well, that's a big plus," she joked. "But seriously, I've been watching you. I don't know whether you're a natural actor or a fast learner or what, but as time went on, you have resorted less and less to the locket to be capable of doing what you've needed to do. Your only problem has been a lack of confidence. I want to give you that confidence. If you spend the day at the beach in a bathing suit, you'll know that there's nothing you can't do as a woman." "Okay. I'll try it. For you." "No." "Huh?" She took my face in her hands. "Jen, I don't want you to do this for me. I want you to do this for you. If you're going to do this just to please me, we might as well just stay home." This was hard for me. Over the last twelve days, I had used the phrase, "for you," to give me the strength to do a lot of what we had done. And now I realized that she was right. I was using it as an excuse to avoid taking responsibility for what was going on. But now it was up to me. I could say no and walk away, but that would mean letting my fear run my life. But if I said yes, I would have no one to blame but myself for what happened. Finally, I said, "Okay, I'll do it." "For?" "For me. To prove I can do it." She kissed me. "That's great!"
We got dressed and went down to the beach. We changed into our suits at the private booths there. After I was changed, it took me a few minutes of wrestling with myself before I finally worked up the nerve to go outside. Wanda was waiting for me, and we went down to the beach, did some sunbathing, and swimming. I kept looking around, wondering if anybody knew what was between my legs, but all I got were the lustful stares from men (and a few women) that I had grown used to. It was at the end of the day that I experienced the low point of my first two weeks as a woman. Wanda and I were sunbathing on the beach when a couple of shadows fell over us. I opened my eyes and saw a couple of guys, and, without warning, the older one, a guy in his mid-40s I'd guess, kicked sand on Wanda. Wanda bolted upright, screaming, "HEY!" She looked up angrily, but when she saw who it was, a smile came across her face. "Jack!" She got up and gave Jack a hug. "So is this a pleasant coincidence, or something else?" "Something else, I'm afraid. I need to consult with you on a... business matter." "It's okay, Jack. She knows what I am. Jack Byron, meet Jenny Welker. Jenny Welker, this is Jack Byron, a sorcerer." Jack took my hand and kissed it. Wanda pointed to the younger man, a guy about my age, my real age, that is. "And this is?" Jack said, "This is Ben Chalker. He's a student of mine." Ben took each of our hands in turn and shook them. "Charmed." "Jenny, I've got to consult with Jack on something. You gonna be okay for a few minutes?" Jack said, "It may take more than a few." "How long?" "Twenty, thirty minutes, maybe." Wanda turned back to me. "You going to be okay for that long?" I wasn't sure that I could, but with false bravado I said, "Yeah, sure." She gave me a quick kiss and walked away with Jack. Ben then asked me, "So are you a sorceress like Wanda?" "Me? No. I'm just a regular... girl." "Really? Uhm, want to go for a swim?"
"No thanks. I don't want to get too much salt water in my hair." "Okay." We just stood there awkwardly for a while. I heard him mumble something, and asked, "What'd you say?" "Oh, I was just..." He took my hand. "thinking out loud about how pretty you were." All of the sudden I couldn't help realize how cute he was. I started getting images of me on my back with him lying atop me. "Thanks." I felt so flattered that he had noticed me. What I didn't know is that Ben had cast a spell on me in an attempt to turn me into his love slave. "Y'know, we've got a while before Jack and Wanda get back. Would you like to go somewhere and share some carnal pleasures?" At the time I couldn't think straight, or I would've been insulted by this crass approach, but thanks to Ben's spell all I could think of was how this cute guy was asking me for my heart's desire. At least what I thought of as my heart's desire at the time. I grabbed him and practically dragged him to one of those private changing booths. When we were inside he said, "Why don't you take off my swim trunks for me?" I knelt before him and pulled down his swim trunks. And there, staring me in the face was the biggest dick I had ever seen, then or since. "Suck it, baby. Nice and slow. I like it like that. You want to do what I like, don't you?" And I did. I took his dick and slowly licked it till it was nice and hard. Hard, it was over a foot of dick. I tried to get all of it in my mouth, but could only manage the first 7 or 8 inches. I sucked him and licked him, and thanks to his spell enjoyed every second of it. I don't know how long I took, but eventually he was spraying into my mouth and throat. After he was finished, he said, "Now I want to fuck you." I ripped off the lower half of my suit and pulled my legs up to my tits. He saw my dick and frowned. I was worried at that point that he wasn't going to fuck me, but he told me, "Get on your hands and knees." I gleefully got on my hands and knees. I felt his hands on my hips and his dick at my ass. I started pressing backwards to get him inside when the pressure suddenly went away. I turned back. Jack had Ben in a hold, Ben's arm behind his back and Jack's arm around his neck.
I screamed in desperation and lunged at Jack, but Wanda intercepted me. She held my arms to my side and screamed at me, "Jenny,... Jerry, look at me!" I don't know what it was that made me look away from Ben and Jack and at her. I like to think it was love. But I looked into her eyes. She spoke a few words in that language I couldn't understand and her eyes glowed blue. The spell that Ben had cast upon me lifted from my mind. "What... What happened?" "It seems Ben has a problem with casting spells on unsuspecting women." Jack said, "My apologies. He has been warned about this. He will be punished." Wanda asked, "Jenny, are you okay?" All I could say was, "I... I want to go home." "Okay. Jack, can you handle Ben?" "Of course." After spelling up a new bikini bottom for me, Wanda and I went back to the van, and returned to my house. We sat on the couch together, and Wanda took me in her arms. "Jenny, are you okay? You haven't said a word since the beach." I just buried my head in her chest and broke down in tears. The next day I woke up in Wanda's arms on the couch. I kissed her gently, waking her up. She smiled at me, saying, "Good morning, Sunshine." "Good morning, my love." "Jenny. There's something I want to talk to you about." "Go ahead." "It's... at least partly about what happened yesterday." I turned away from her. "Can't we just forget about that?" "I wish we could." I felt her hand on my arm. "Jenny." Her hand moved up to my chin and turned my face back to hers. "Jenny. We need to talk about this." "Why?" "Because... I want you to remain Jenny permanently. To never go back to being Jeremiah." "What? Why?"
"I... can't explain in detail. I can only say that there are aspects of my life that I want... I need to share with you. But I can only do that if you remain a woman. Now, because of Ben, and only because of Ben, I'm afraid you'll say no." "I don't think it'd be that hard to come up with another excuse if I wanted to." "Please don't joke about this." "I'm sorry." We talked about what had happened to me. We cried. We laughed. We bonded. After that, she asked, "Well? Do you think you could become Jenny permanently?" "I don't know yet. I'm not saying no. I'm just saying that I've got to think about it." "Fair enough. But think quickly. Your mom comes back tomorrow. And I may be being selfish, but I only promised to change you back today. Not making a decision by sunset tonight means you've decided on being Jenny." "That's not fair!" She cuddled up to me. "No. It's the letter of the agreement. Unfair would be not telling you ahead of time, then enticing you into an all-day sex session until the deadline passed. Now, I just want to be here, with you, as you consider my proposal." We snuggled together until about 5 that afternoon, when I said, "Wanda." "Yes?" "I've decided." With hopeful eyes, she said, "And...?" "I'm sorry. No." Her chin started quivering. "Was it what happened with Ben?" "No. That's not it." "Then what? Jenny, please, what can I do to convince you to stay a woman?" "Wanda, I just don't think we can make this work." Tears came to her eyes. "But why not?"
"Wanda, I'm only half finished with high school. I have friends who would never understand this, even if I could tell them. I am not even going to think about what to tell my family. Even if I could give up my friends, I am not going to give up my family. I am sorry, but there are just too many problems." Wanda just stared at me, her lips quivering, her eyes filling with tears. Eventually, she screamed, "No, please, no!" and wrapped her arms around me. "Please, Jenny, please. If you go back, there's something that I'd have to do that I'd hate to do. And I'm afraid I'd lose you forever." "What are you talking about? You're not going to lose me." Still desperate, she said, "You don't understand, and I wish I could explain it. Please, Jenny, please. For me, for you. I don't care what excuse you use, just please stay a woman!" "Why? Why is this so important to you?" "I can't explain unless you agree to stay a woman! Please! I can explain, but only after the change is made permanent!" I was confused. This was clearly a lot more important than she let on. "Alright." She looked at me with tear soaked eyes. "You'll be Jenny permanently?" "On one condition." "Anything." "I want you to answer me one question. But first, I want a promise that you'll tell me the truth when you answer." "But-" "But nothing. If it's something you can't tell me, it's not a lie to say that. But if this is something you can't tell me, I'm not sure I'd want to stay a woman." Wanda gulped. "Okay." "Say the words. Promise me you'll tell me the truth." "I promise you that, to the best of my ability, I will answer your question truthfully."
"Alright. Tell me, how do you feel about me?" "How do I feel about you?" "Uh huh. From the very first day I met you, I have told you at least two or three times a day that I love you. But I have yet to hear the same from you. So, how do you feel about me?" "I... I love you," she said as though amazed to hear the words come from her own mouth. "I do love you. I love you. I love you. I love you." "Then I'll stay a woman on one more condition." "But you said only one condition!" "Well, I was wrong." "But... But... Oh, alright. What is it?" "Promise me we'll spend the rest of our lives together, living as... well, as wife and wife." A joyous look came across her face. "Oh, YES! I promise, we'll live together as lifemates. I'll be your wife and you'll be mine, and we'll spend as much time together as we can." "Then I give you my full and willing consent to make me into Jenny Welker for good." Wanda smiled and pulled me to my feet. She took a step back, and said some more words in that strange language of hers. I felt a strange tingling in my tits. There was a residual tingling in the rest of my body, but it was mainly centered in my tits. When the tingling was over with, I opened my eyes. Wanda was staring at me in amazement. I looked down and my tits had grown to huge proportions! I mean porn star huge! "What? What have you done to me? Why did you do it? I said I'd spend the rest of my life as a woman. Wasn't that enough?" Wanda tried interrupting me, but I started babbling like the day I had first become a woman. And she handled it the same way, by grabbing the back of my head and plastering her lips to mine. After I calmed down, she said, "Jenny, it's time for explanations."
We sat down. "Jenny, All humans have some magical ability, but less than 1 in 1,000 have the potential to become a sorcerer or sorceress. Fewer than 1 in 10 of those have the ability to do anything more than consciously play with odds, control dice rolls, coin tosses, that kind of thing. 9 out of 10 of those can only affect their own bodies. Strength enhancement, speed, even a small few with limited shape shifting. What's left over, the 1 in 100,000, have powers like the mages of legend. Power to alter the very fabric of reality. And a rare few, maybe 1 in 100 of the reality manipulators have a power level so high that they are drafted into the battle between good and evil whether they like it or not. Jenny, you are one of those 1 in 10 million."
