Teenage Sorceress Part 5
"What?!"
Wanda nodded. "You have a magical potential so high that had you not been inducted into a good sorcerous community, the forces of darkness would've found you, brainwashed you and made you one of theirs."
"But why did I have to become a woman?"
"Well, normally, when we find a male with sorcerous potential, normally we send him to a male organization, but the most powerful male organization, the Collegiate Brotherhood, doesn't have the ability to safely awaken that last level of power, much less train them. So we're forced to induct them into the White Sisterhood, a sorority of mages."
"Wait a minute, what did you call that other organization? The male one?"
"The Collegiate Brotherhood?" Suddenly I remembered the conversation my mom had with her friend. "They were talking about me." "Who?" I quickly explained about the conversation mom had had. Wanda giggled. "Yup. Your mother is the senior sorceress for the entire state. Ann is the senior for the whole USA." "Okay, I suppose I can understand why you had to awaken me, and even why you felt you had to make me a woman. But why..." I pointed to my tits, "these?" "Actually, that's why you HAD to become a woman. When a person's sorcerous potential is released two things happen. First, a specific body part is enhanced. And the part that gets enhanced is dependent upon the spell being cast. With the male spell, it's the dick that grows. That's why Ben's dick was so huge. With the female spell, it's the tits that grow. The second thing that happens is that whatever form the person is in after growth becomes native form. I could've cast the spell on you as a man, but you would've become a 6'2" man with tits as large as you've got now. You'd've become a freak."
"So that's what you would've done if I had refused to stay as Jenny?" "No. If you'd've refused, I would've had to strip you of your potential. You'd've become an emotional waste because of it." "Oh. But why did you make my tits this big?" "I didn't make tits that big. The amount of tit growth is dependent upon the potential of the one being awakened. With a man you figure his sorcerous potential by squaring the length of his dick. With a woman, you double the inches of cup size and CUBE that number." "So, Ben, with his 14 inch dick had a sorcerous potential of 196. And you, with a cup size of G, which is 10" of cup size, have a sorcerous potential of..." I took a few seconds to figure it out. "8000!" "Yup. 8023 to be precise. But the fraction of an inch created by the extra 23 points is negligible. Now let's see what you've got." We took a tape measure and checked me out. "15 inches of cup size. Size L. That gives you a sorcerous potential of 27000! Holy crap! That's higher than anyone on the planet!" "Really?" I beamed with pride. "Don't get too cocky, my love. You're still going to have to learn how to use it. You're going to have to spend the next year in training learning how to use it. Then you get to call yourself a sorceress." "So, are you going to stay by my side throughout it?" Wanda got a sorrowful look on her face. "No. Your training must be done without distraction. But as soon as you're finished, and officially inducted into the sisterhood, I'll be right there to greet you."
"Oh." "Hey, we still got till noon tomorrow together." "Well, that's 19 hours." I reached towards her tits. She grabbed my hand. "Not so fast, my love. Let's get you dressed and moved into my place first." "Why? If mom's a sorceress too, and knows about this, why not wait for her to get home?" "Because your brother doesn't know about it, and your mother needs time, after seeing what you have changed into, to get him prepared." "Okay, I forgot about him. Does he have any sorcerous potential?" "Minimal. Not enough to bother with." I picked up my bikini top, which had popped off when my tits grew to their current size. "Cripes. I don't think any of my clothes are gonna fit me anymore. I think you're gonna have to change my wardrobe for me." "Nope. You get to do that for yourself. Time to learn your first spell." "Uhm, are you sure I can do this?" "Of course. If I didn't I wouldn't have even transformed you." Wanda stepped behind me. "Take the bikini top in your hands." I did and she slid her hands down my arms to my hands. "Now, mental imagery is very important. More important than the words you use, although those are important too. Close your eyes. Envision the fabric changing, stretching, becoming larger. Envision the suit, and all your clothes for that matter, fitting your new form."
I closed my eyes and did as she instructed. "Now, keep that image in mind and focus on your tits. Feel the energy surging underneath their surface." I felt the energy surging there. It was like two small suns pulsing in my chest. "Now imagine the energy flowing into the image of your changed clothes. Let the energy make the image real." When I did this, I felt about to burst with power. The image of my clothing that I held in my mind had a strange reality that made it more real than my own clothing. "Okay, now repeat after me." Almost in unison, we said, "Tel ym sehtolc won egnahc ot tif ym wen mrof." After saying these words, I felt a rush somewhat akin to orgasm and the image in my mind seemed to leap from my head and merge with reality. I tentatively opened my eyes. I looked down at the bikini top. I had been holding it by the straps and it now hung much lower, since the straps were so much longer. I put the top on, and it fit perfectly. I was ecstatic. I had cast my first spell! "Now the resistance you felt when you cast the spell is reality resisting your magic. Honestly, I'm surprised you managed it on your first try. Most people lose focus when they feel that resistance." "But I didn't feel any resistance." "You didn't?" "Nope." "Hmm. I've noticed the same thing on low powered spells. But for you to not feel any resistance on a spell that powerful makes you a lot more powerful than I thought. Maybe you didn't change the rest of your wardrobe, but I'm pretty sure I felt the magic warp reality in your room, too."
"How powerful is that spell?" "I don't know exactly, but I'd guess a rating of somewhere around 2,000." "Why so high?" "It's not, really. Any spell that affects the world around you takes more energy. Now come on. Let's get you packed and moved into my place." We spent the rest of that day moving. Wanda taught me some spells and I used them to pack up all my stuff. Wanda teleported everything to her place (a huge penthouse apartment in the most expensive part of town, not having been there I couldn't visualize the spell), and then we drove there. After reversing the packing process. We went to bed at 3 AM (we were too tired for anything more than sleep). The next day, we woke up together, had some wild sex and breakfast before there was a knock on the door. I quickly threw on my robe as Wanda answered the door. Ann came in with mom right behind her. Ann said, "Good morning, Wanda, Jeremiah. By the rather... prodigious size of your bosom, would I be correct in assuming that you have chosen to join us?" I answered, "Yes. And I call myself Jenny now." "Well, Jenny, how about you and your mom spend some time together? I'd like to talk with Wanda alone." I looked to Wanda. She smiled and nodded. I took mom into the parlor. Mom was a little slow to speak, but said, "Jerry,... Jenny, are you really okay with this? Because I want you to know that no matter what, you're my son and I'd defend you no matter what. Even against the Sisterhood." Then mom started babbling (I wondered where I got that from). I guess she felt guilty or something. I put my hand on her mouth to quiet her. "Mom, you don't have to worry about defending your son against the Sisterhood, because your only son doesn't have a sorcerous potential high enough to bother with." Mom got a desperate look on her face. I think she thought that maybe I was disowning her. I put my hands on her shoulders and, with a smile, said, "And your only daughter is a fellow member of the order. Or will be once she finishes her apprenticeship." "You... You're really okay with this?" I nodded and we hugged.
Then Ann and Wanda came into the room. Ann said, "Okay, I guess the only thing left is to move Jenny's stuff into storage during her apprenticeship." Wanda said, "Actually, since Jenny's going to be moving in with me after her apprenticeship, we've already moved her stuff in." Ann seemed openly surprised. "You have?" I said, "Yes, we've promised to spend the rest of our lives together as wife and wife." Ann smirked at Wanda. "Oh, really?" Wanda said, "Yeah, yeah, it's true. You were right. I was wrong. Don't rub it in." "What?" I asked. To Wanda, Ann said, "You want to tell her or should I?" Wanda said, "Jen, I was like you. A guy with too much power for the Collegiate Brotherhood. The woman who brought me into the order got me to love her, but, unlike you, I didn't get her to promise to tell the truth when I got her to say she loved me. After my apprenticeship was over, I just figured we'd move in together, but she had not only moved on to someone else, but had forgotten all about me. I was heartbroken. When Ann said I'd eventually find my true love, I swore that I'd never love again. And every time the subject came up, I renewed my statement." Wanda took my hand. "I'm glad I was wrong." I kissed her and said, "So am I." The four of us spent the morning just chatting. At noon, Ann took my hand and teleported me to the White Sisterhood's training school. After only 9 months, a record training time, I passed my final exam and moved in with Wanda. And that was how I became a teen sorceress, a woman with no legal identity.
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Daphne listened patiently while Jenny related her story. After she was finished, Jenny said, "So, what do you think? And no, I have no intention of pleading insanity." Daphne smiled. "A boy magically transformed into a she-male woman? Not as unbelievable as you might think. But I do have one question. If you're as powerful a sorceress as you say, why not just cast a spell to change all your records to Jenny Welker?" Jenny shook her head. "Can't be done. A sorceress must be able to envision at least the scope of the spell being cast. With today's paper and computer trails, there's no way anyone could imagine just how large a scope that kind of spell would encompass." Daphne considered it for a few seconds. "And, I assume your mother will be spelling you out of here? And that you intend to wipe my memory with another spell?" "I'm sorry, but yes." "That might be a little harder than you think. Actually, I've got a few more questions for you, but before that I want to make a deal with you." "No promises that I'll accept, but go ahead and make the offer." "If I can get you out of here in one hour, will you come with me and meet my aunt?" Jenny looked Daphne up and down, and finally said, "Okay. I'll bite. You have one hour." Daphne smiled. "Just wait and be amazed." Daphne left, and Jenny waited. 45 minutes later an officer came in. "Miss Welker, I'm sorry. Apparently there was some kind of computer glitch with your records. It's been straightened up and you're free to go." Jenny was amazed. She got up and left the room, and saw Daphne waiting for her with a smug smile on her face. Jenny walked over to her, and, in a whisper, asked, "Okay, how'd you do it? Some kind of hacker who broke into the DMV records?" "Not exactly. Is there anyone you can get a hold of that has access to physical records of your youth?"
"My sister should be home by now. Mom keeps our birth certificates in a lock box in her room." Daphne handed her a cell phone. "Call her." Jenny dialed a number. "Hey, Bamb, it's Jen. I just wanted to call and let you know I'm out of jail, and to ask a favor. I need you to go to the lock box where mom keeps our birth records and take a look at mine. Yeah, I'll wait." After a few seconds, she said, "Yeah, no kidding. No, I didn't do it. Okay, talk to you later." Jenny hung up the phone and said, "My sister tells me that my birth certificate now reads Jenny Welker. How'd you do it?" Daphne smiled. "I didn't. My aunt did." "She must be a very skilled sorceress." "Not exactly." Daphne looked at her watch. "My aunt's gonna be busy for the next couple hours. What say you and I go and get a bite to eat?" "Sure." They went into the garage, to a convertible sports car, a very expensive sports car. Jenny was amazed. "Is this yours?" "Yup." "How does a woman as young as you afford a car like this?" "How old would you guess I am?" "22, maybe 23." "Actually, I'm 31 years old today. It's my birthday. My entire family ages much slower than normal. My little sister is 26, but barely looks 20." Daphne leapt over the door and into the driver's seat. "Get in." Jenny got in. As Daphne drove to the restaurant, she said, "Speaking of little sisters, you say you've got a little sister at home. But according to your story, you've got a little brother. What's up with that?" "I think we should get someplace a little more private before I discuss any more of my past." "Okay, the restaurant where we're going has private rooms we can talk in. Once we're there, I've got a few other questions to ask." "That's good, because I've got a few questions of my own."
