Message-ID: <16160eli$9810080534@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tigger@alices.com (Tigger) Subject: RP TG: A Change of Direction (7/22) (Magic, TG) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: tigger@alices.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <361f014f.3090781@news.erols.com> A Change of Direction Part 7 by Tigger Copyright 1997, all rights reserved. Archiving/publication of this author's work on any system that requires payment in any form is prohibited by the author and is in violation of my copyright to Chapters 7 and beyond. No archiving or redistribution of this work is permitted without this copyright attribution included, intact and complete, in the posting/archiving. A Change of Direction Chapter 13 It was a quieter, more introspective Jacqui who ruthlessly drilled her friend on calculus differentials and derivatives the next day. Bronwyn had not carried through on her threats of the previous night when the familiar ponytail had reappeared after Jacqui's morning shower. When the pair took a break to walk to the store for some things Laurie needed for dinner, Bronwyn let her friend brood in peace. Bronwyn was tired of hearing Bonnie's chatter, too, and even more tired of having to think of things to chatter about. When they returned, Jacqui surprised her Mother by giving her a pecking kiss on the cheek along with the groceries. Then she hustled a resigned Bonnie back off to the library for more calculus work. Around four p.m., Jacqui called a halt for the day, much to Bronwyn's undisguised relief. The two went up to the bedroom and cleaned up for dinner. Bronwyn nearly cheered when Jacqui took down her hair and tried for a facsimile of what Bonnie had done for her the night before. Jacqui did not ask for help, and so, Bronwyn elected not to offer any. Then she added just a touch of lipstick, applying it with such care and intensity that Bronwyn had to go into the bathroom to keep from laughing and ruining everything she'd worked for. Dinner was a quieter affair than the previous evening's had been. Laurie and Bronwyn let Jacqui set the tone, and she was too distracted to contribute much in the way of conversation. If, from time to time, the other two women glimpsed the Transformed Woman staring intently at her Mother, they did not remark upon it. Bronwyn had set the stage for the internal battle that Jacqui was fighting, but the battle had to be fought alone. They could hope that she would come to accept what had happened to her and forgive her Mother for her part in it, but only Jacqui could make that decision. They had, rightly or wrongly, made the first decision to Transform Jack into Jacqui, and now, Jacqui had to live with the effects of that decision. Laurie, Bronwyn and the entire Sisterhood would now have to live with the ramifications of the decisions that Jacqui would have to make for herself. Bonnie sent Jacqui upstairs to bathe after the dinner dishes were done, giving her first crack at the tub. Once she was out of hearing range, Bronwyn turned to Laurie. "I couldn't get her out of the room last night once I had her dolled up. She confided in me sooner than I thought she would and then she broke down under the emotion." Laurie started to say something, then looked away. She did not want to see the pity in Bronwyn's eyes. "Does....does she hate me?" The answering hug was fierce. "She is hurt, luv, but she loves you very much. That is why she wants to hate you, because the love made the hurt worse." Bronwyn wanted to ease her friend's pain at Laurie still saw as "her failure". "At least we really only lose a few years, Laurel. If Jacqui does effect the re-Transformation, Jack will then only be able to father girl children, whom you will be able to train into the Sisterhood. They won't have the Power themselves, but like us, they will breed only sons who *will* possess that spark. And you and I will be there to help convert those sons to our calling. It is only a momentary setback, love, not a deathblow." she said fervently. "We will have lost Jacqui's considerable potential, but the Sisterhood *will* survive, Laurel." Laurie nodded, then she seemed to visibly steel herself. "If I am still here to train those children, Bronwyn." Laurie's eyes overflowed before turning hard and flat. "As High Priestess of the Sisterhood, you are aware that there is a way to break my final Spell without Jacqui having to go through the entire learning process." Bronwyn started to correct Laurie's misstatement and then she realized what her friend meant. Stark terror clutched at Bronwyn's heart. "No! You will not even permit you to consider that option. Have faith in your daughter. If she wants to be a male again badly enough, she will do what needs be done. I forbid you even to discuss this further. If she elects to opt out of the Sisterhood, that is one thing. We will *need* you when the dark time comes. I don't know if we can prevail without you." "It is not your choice, Bronwyn, and in this instance, I don't care about the needs of the Sisterhood. My child is what I care about, and if my child cannot forgive me for what I have done to him. If my child wants nothing more of me than to be free of me and my foolhardy decision to Transform him against his will, then I will do anything," the word came out as a sobbing rasp, "anything to make that up to him. And you will see that it is done, because it is my right to ask it of you and your duty to see that my Death Wish is granted, High Priestess. On my death, the enchantment that prevents anyone but Jacqui from undoing the Transformation Spell will die with me. I ask, as my formal Death Wish, that the Sisterhood grant my child's wish should that come to pass, High Priestess." Tears were now streaming down Bronwyn's cheeks. Goddess, how could you permit this to go so wrong. And yet, she is right. It would work, and damn her, I don't have any other choice. Refusal would be grounds for my dismissal as High Priestess and my replacement would still have to do as she asks. "Very well," the words shuddered out of her mouth, "So Be It." "So Be It." Laurie responded. "Give her a chance, Laurie, please? At least a few more months? If college sport is more important to her than her Mother, surely we can wait until summer. Give me that much time? And besides, she won't want the gift at that price." "She will never know." was the angry response. "I will die somewhere else, in an "accident". You will never tell her, Bronwyn, or I swear, my friendship to you is forfeit." "Time, Laurie," she pleaded one more time, "Give me time, please." Laurie saw the acquiescence in her friend's eyes and nodded. "Very well. Until the Summer Solstice, Bronwyn. We will try to help her find her way in this world that is not of her choosing. We will teach her the things and arts she must learn to wield the Gift of the Goddess and to control the Transformation Spell. *But*, if we cannot do that, and my child remains as miserable as she is right now, then we will give her back the life she wants." "At the cost of your own, Laurel? Goddess, woman, she loves you, Laurie. I know she does." Bronwyn whispered. "That only makes it worse. Take care of her, Bronwyn. I need some rest." And with that, Laurie left the room. "Goddess, what ever am I going to do now?" Bronwyn asked plaintively. There was no answer. She went up to the bedroom after fixing her face (it had taken more magic than makeup) and found Jacqui watching the end of "The Wizard of Oz" on television. Even though it was Hollywood schlock, Bronwyn cringed a little when Dorothy killed the Wicked Witch with the pail of cleaning water. Thoroughly distracted by her confrontation with Laurie, she did not notice when Jacqui perked up at the Wicked Witch's dying words. After the credits rolled, Jacqui turned to her friend. "So, what do we do tonight? Another makeup lesson to get back at me for beating you bloody with the Central Limit Theorem?" Doing her best to look evil and mischievous, Bronwyn asked in a passable imitation of the Wicked Witch, "Well, my pretty, how ever did you guess?" Excerpt from the Journal of Miss Jacqui Donovan 51 days A. T. Bonnie is asleep now. She's exhausted - it must be really tiring being such a demanding bitch. If she is as put out with my "dictatorial teaching style' as she let on earlier today, she sure got even with me tonight. For tonight's lesson in "Basic Girl Stuff - 101", she made me do my own making up. This was *not* a pretty sight. She did, however, eventually relent enough to show me how to fix my mistakes without having to clean and scrape the gunk off and start from scratch each time. Since I made a lot of mistakes, I had plenty of opportunities to practice. I finally got to where I was about half as good looking as I was last night. I still don't get it. Why do real women, oops, excuse me. . . Why do *we* put up with this?? After she had laughed herself into a better mood at my expense, so she showed me some other things you can do with cosmetics. She turned me into quite the sexy little slut. None of the subtlety of last night, just bright color and stark contrasts. I looked like a real life version of that gypsy dancer from that Disney movie take off on the "Hunchback of Notre Dame". That was not all bad. Maybe this could serve some purpose I don't yet understand. Watching her do it to me in my mirror took my mind off . . . things tonight. I wonder if Bonnie is going to study psychology in college? She sure is not going to study math or physics, but she did a great job of shredding my mind last night. Afterwards, we cuddled in my bed. I thought we were going to end up playing "you-show-me-yours-and-I'll-show-you-mine" by the Braille method (with our fingers, Jack), but just before we could get into each other's panties, she fell asleep. ASLEEP!!! I don't know how she could do it. I was so knotted up inside, I went back into the bathroom to let my fingers do the walking. Maybe *real* girls don't get worked up that way? Another little extra added benefit of the Transformation Spell, perhaps? A case of terminal hot pants? End Journal Entry. *************** Sunday started much as Saturday had, except that Jacqui was a little more talkative. After helping clean up the breakfast dishes, she absently kissed her Mother before dragging a loudly complaining Bonnie off to continue the studies. At two o'clock, Jacqui looked up at her friend. "You sure you really want to take these courses?" Caught, Bronwyn thought. "No, I don't, but pre-vet schools look for things like this on your transcript." "You will make a great Vet, Bonnie. You have a way of being. . . comforting even when you are chewing me out." Jacqui smiled in self derision. "Like last night about my Mom." She reached out and took Bronwyn's hand. "Thank you for that. My Mom and I were able to talk more easily this morning. What you said the other night, well, it helped a little." "I am glad." She made a shaking movement with her shoulder. "Now, am I going to pass these tests?" "I think so. Actually, the last few hours have not been bad." That is because I have been eavesdropping on your mind as you work the problems out for yourself, Bronwyn thought. "Yeah, you should do fine." "Then can we please relax for the rest of the weekend?" Jacqui laughed at how pitiful her friend managed to look. "Okay, but I'd like a favor." Bronwyn gave a "so ask" look. "Could you help me dress for dinner? Clothes, makeup, the works? I'd . . ahhhh, I'd like to surprise Mom. Excerpt from the Journal of Miss Jacqui Donovan 52 Days A. T. I am not sure, but I think I made Mom cry tonight when I came down to dinner. Bonnie helped me get ready. All right. She did everything, and I just sat there. She made me up as she did the first night - really subtle. I can still barely see what she does, only I know Jacqui looks a whole lot better when she is done. She put me in a skirt and blouse, which surprised me. I thought she would pull out one of those dresses Mom bought which still have not seen the light of day from my closet. I think she chose this outfit because she has seen me in fairly often and figured I would be more comfortable in it. She did something strange with my hair. . it twisted around and sat up on the back of my scalp. She called it a French Twist. I don't know about the French part, but if felt like she was trying to twist my scalp off when she did it. Then she made me wear one of the pairs of heels Mom insisted on buying, but again, not the slinkiest ones. These are only and inch or so tall and I was able to move fairly easily in them. The total effect was really pretty. Jack thought so, and so did I. Evidently Mom did, too, because when I came down, she gave me this odd look and then hurried off to the kitchen. I was afraid I had done something wrong and I gave Bonnie a nervous look. She just squeezed my hand and led me into the dining room. During dinner, every time I glanced at Mom, she was just. . . . looking at me. And she had this little Mona Lisa half smile on her face. I wanted to ask her if it was okay, but I chickened out. Not because I did not want to know, but more because I am still not sure I want her to know that her opinion mattered that much. That makes me feel kind of small. Thank goodness Bonnie was there. That little chatterbox filled in some very awkward silences tonight during and after dinner. I owe her, big time. She makes a lot of things with Mom and me easier. I think I need them to be easier, just now. Have to run, Bonnie is coming back from the bathroom, and it is my turn in the tub. End Journal Entry Excerpt from the Journal of Miss Jacqui Donovan 52 Days A. T. WOW!! Bonnie made love with me tonight after we went to bed. It was fantastic! And she did it so slowly, like every touch, every kiss, every lick and nibble were just so . . . important. I am surprised I did not shred my bedding with my fingernails I was holding on so hard. Then she taught me how to do it, to her, with my own fingers and mouth. That was almost as good - better in some ways. I love the way she tastes! I love the power of holding her pleasure on the tips of my fingers or on the edge of my tongue. I love hearing her beg for her release and then holding back just a second or two longer so she's really frantic before I tip her over the top. She called me a "cunt-tease". HA. I rather like that, and I want to do it again. Soon. Afterwards, she just held me, and praised me. Told me how well I did for a first timer. Being held that way, cuddling and talking was really nice, too. And we could do it so often! I had at least three or four cums (I am not sure because the blond bombshell over there had me pretty well strung out for a while) and I could never do that when, well, I might as well say it, when I was Jack. Not that Jack ever did *it* with anyone but Merry Hand and her Five Sisters back then. How strange that my first time making love to a girl is *as* a girl. I don't know how it could be better than this. On the *very* bright side, I will know a lot about what really pleases a woman when I am a man again. Another thing I wonder at is where Bonnie learned to do that. Are girls that much more open with other girls than guys are with one another? I do *not* intend to get involved sexually with guys, but it would be nice to be able to do this when I am at college. I don't think Bonnie is going to go college here in town as I have decided to do(I need to be close to Mum to keep up my other "lessons"), and making love with someone else is so much better than doing it alone. I am over here writing right now so I won't go back to the bed and ravish the poor dear. She has had a rough weekend. Gosh but she is pretty, all blond and round, and her breasts are just so perfect. Oh well, maybe she doesn't need *quite* that much sleep. End Journal Entry End Part 7. 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