Message-ID: <16499eli$9810150653@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tigger@alices.com (Tigger) Subject: RP TG: A Change of Direction (13/22) (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 X-Authentication-Warning: philabs-gw.philabs.research.philips.com: smap set sender to using -f 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: <36229a0c.761537@news.erols.com> A Change of Direction Part 13 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 19 An Excerpt from the Journal of Miss Jacqui Donovan 9 months 12 days A. T. Wow! Bronwyn is Bonnie and Bronwyn is also one of Mom's witch pals. She is also sexy as hell, just not so blatantly built as Bonnie. Her beauty sneaks up on you. She's just so. . . sleek-looking. Her breasts are small, but they fit so neatly in my hands and are they ever sensitive. I made her cum just by licking and nuzzling them, today. She *spanked* me. Lit a fire in my insides, let me tell you, and with my *own* hair brush, too. I never thought getting your bottom whacked could be sexy, but it sure was. She actually made me orgasm by spanking alone. Okay, so my clitoris was bouncing off her knee in rhythm to the swats, but still, it sure shocked the hell out of me. And that is not the only thing that shocked me. Guess who came back from the store while I was getting my butt whaled? I must admit to not being a stoic. I was screaming my head off when Mom came charging to my rescue. I really tried to get up off Bron's knees so I could go hide, but the sneak wouldn't let me up. Mom recovered a lot quicker than I did, making some pithy remark about being "de trops" and asking if it was "a private party, or can anyone join in?" Me? I was too stunned to say anything, but Bronwyn just invited her to come in and get comfortable. She did get comfortable, if you consider being *naked* to be comfortable, really quick. Next thing I know, she has her oh- so-very cool hand resting on my fiery hot butt and is trailing her fingers in between my legs. I tried to close them, but I was too late. She had a firm finger-hold on my clit. They can talk all they want to about a hard dick having no conscience. I can now state with some authority that a hot clitoris doesn't have much of a conscience, either. On second thought, is that aspect something unique to me, and my still male based view of sex and sexuality? I mean, when I get horny, I get horny. Instead of getting an erection, though, a whole different range of physical reactions happen now, but in my head, I am still *horny*. And I trust Mom and Bronwyn, so I felt safe, if a little immoral when Mom joined the party. I don't know how I would react if a really good looking older woman that I did not know and trust like I do with Mom started to play with me like that. Somehow, I don't think I would liked it or responded to her as I did to Mom. How Jack might have reacted is a completely different matter. I can't say for certain how I would have reacted as Jack if that same good looking older lady came on to him because it never happened. What I *think* would have happened is that she could have led me anywhere she wanted to, as long as she had a firm grip on Jack's penis. Maybe being six foot four inches tall and weighing 220 lbs has something to do with that. I could trust myself in those situations, then. Trusting someone is much more important to me as Jacqui than it was as Jack. It is harder, too. Mom makes love very nicely. She is so incredibly giving. I practically had to hold her down to make her let me reciprocate. That was fun, too. I liked feeling her fight and squirm as I tried to hold her still on the bed. I wonder if witches play with ropes and chains? If Mom is going to be a regular in my bed, I sure would like to see how she looked all stretched out and helpless. Is that residual anger talking? Lord, I hope not. Besides, she really would look sexy as hell that way. Mom is built! I wonder why Jack never noticed that before? Before I forget it. I am going to make sure I get spanked again. I wonder if Mom and Bronwyn like being spanked, too. Hmmmm.. that leaves another very interesting question I need to consider. What would Marcus think of spanking games? Well, he is a lot stronger and a lot less experienced than Bronwyn. I am not sure I want my butt to be the one he learns on. Learning implies making mistakes which I would prefer *not* be made on *my* tender little backside. I think I will table that idea for awhile. Unless. . . . I wonder how Marcus would feel about *getting* a spanking? A little oral reward for his bravery under fire, perhaps? Mmmmmmmm. I *like* that idea. I have been wondering about what his butt looks like up close. So far, all I've seen bare is his front. You can come back, Jack. I am through fantasizing for a while. Bronwyn is going to teach me how to work some of what she calls "the deception magicks", too. From what I gather, that entails illusions and what she calls "shape-shifting". That is evidently what she did when she became Bonnie. She told me that shape-shifting is different from Transforming in that the essential things (like gender) remain unchanged. It is more like a very good Halloween costume than a Transformation. After I learn that, I guess I could look like Jack, and I could cast an illusion that would give me the appearance of male genitalia, but I would still be a girl and I would still have all the female plumbing. Not sure what good knowing that stuff will do me, but Bronwyn assured me that it is all part of learning what I will need to know so that I can do what I have to do. She also told me she knows about my wishes with respect to becoming Jack again, and that she has promised my Mom to help me all she can. Why doesn't that make me feel as good as it ought to make me feel? End Journal Entry. **************** The Brotherhood's new Chief of Investigations and Information came into Lancaster's office. The old one had not learned the names of the Sisterhood's leadership quickly enough to suit the High Leader and had paid for his failure with his protracted and very painful death. The new man rued his former superior's failure because it meant that he was now the man on the hot seat and he was not any closer than his departed boss had been to finding the answers the High Leader demanded. He only hoped that this chance bit of information would buy him a little more time. Lancaster looked up and gave the man a withering look. "Yes? What is it?" "Sir, we have been keeping a loose surveillance on that family in San Bernadino per your orders. Periodically, we run computer checks of the local databases in that area, trying to find irregularities that might give hints of Sisterhood operations there." Lancaster knew all that. He'd given that fool who'd failed him those precise orders personally. "So?" he snarled, pleased to see this new lackey quail before his power. Fighting to keep his voice from quavering, the chief continued. "Sir, we have found an abnormality during one of scans of the school district computers for the school the daughter attends. Only it does not relate to her directly, but rather, to the friend she has spent so much time with over the course of the year." Intrigued in spite of himself, Lancaster sat back and settled to listen. "Proceed." he ordered. "Yes sir. Two weeks ago, and in all previous scans of that computer, records existed for one Bonnie Maria Davis. On further review of other machines in the local area, similar entries in that name were also found. This was verified using your own Dark Power sealed computer records, sir. Yesterday's scan showed no signs that such a person ever existed, either at the school or in any other system that had previously contained record of her. Furthermore, upon a scan of the Social Security System computers, we found that there never was any entry corresponding to this person." Lancaster brooded for a while on that. "Analysis?" "Speculation only, sir. We believe that for reasons known only to themselves, the Sisterhood has sent one of their own, disguised as another teen, to support the daughter in some way. We don't have a lot of data on Sisterhood procedures for guiding the transition of one of their new Sisters, but what intelligence we do have suggests that such an intervention is not the norm and should be regarded as irregular." Lancaster digested that. That analysis meshed with what he thought about the situation. And if the bitches did have to bring in extra help with this one, what did that mean? Was it in some way significant? Was she or the mother someone special in the Sisterhood, or was this transition simply particularly difficult? What if, given the scanty nature of the Brotherhood's data on the subject, that this additional intervention was actually not uncommon? What if the Brotherhood had simply missed the presence of the supporting Sister acting as a safety net for the one in transition before this? No, Lancaster mused, this *was* something different, and unexpected. There was something there he could use against them, he just did not yet know what it was. He would be patient. He still was not ready in all respects to go up against the Sisterhood. "Maintain your surveillance." he snapped out the order. "Pay particular attention to who comes and goes at the woman's house. Let me know instantly if the missing woman reappears. I don't think she will, but we must be ready if she does." Yes, there was something out of the ordinary here. "Good Job, Chief. See that you continue to do as well. You are dismissed." Lancaster savored the pleasure of watching the man scurry out of his office like a frightened rabbit. ~--------~ End Part 13; Continued in Part 14 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----