Witchery 94
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Brad was stunned. He couldn't believe his ears. Without bothering to tell him why, Jenny, his wife of ten years, had accused him of cheating on her.
Of course, Brad vigorously denied her charge. He knew there was no way Jenny could have known anything about Babs. Just as he'd always been before, Brad knew he'd been too careful to get caught.
"I know all about that bitch Babs, Bradford," snarled Jenny. Knowing how much he hated it, she always called him Bradford during one of their arguments. "I also know about all those other trollops you've been with since we were married." She glared at him angrily. "I think I've been too patient with you, Bradford. That damn two-bit floozy Babs is the last straw."
"Who told you these lies, sweetheart?" he continued denying her accusations. "I don't even know anyone named Babs."
"Quit lying to me, Bradford." Jenny glared at him again. "No one had to tell me anything, you know. You can't hide *anything* from me. I know everything you do, Bradford. *I'm a witch.*"
"A witch? A real witch?" Brad laughed at the thought. *Witch* was only one letter off how he'd described his wife to Babs. "There's no such thing as witches."
"Are you sure about that, Bradford?"
"Of course I'm sure. Why wouldn't I be?" Brad wondered if Babs would mind his showing up unannounced. Thinking about a story he'd read on the Internet recently, Brad laughed again. If she was going to claim to be a witch, where was the harm in having a little fun at his jealous wife's expense? "As the alleged injured party here, I suppose you're going to use your witchly powers to turn me into a girl until I beg for your forgiveness and repent my evil ways."
"Interesting. I've been trying to decide how you should be punished, Bradford. Divorce can be so expensive." An odd smile spread swiftly across Jenny's face. "However, as that old saying goes... 'out of the mouths of babes'..."
Brad was still wondering what Jenny strange remark had meant when he abruptly found himself standing elsewhere. Instead of being in their river front condo with Jenny, he was alone staring at the lights of the city from the other side of the river.
"How the hell did I get here?" Even though he'd mumbled, the odd higher pitched sound of his voice made him clutch at his throat. Touching soft smooth skin gave him a real start.
However, Brad quickly realized where he was, his strange sounding voice, and the odd smoothness of his skin were, at best, the least of his worries.
Investigating the odd pull on his chest, Brad discovered he had boobs. He couldn't tell whether or not they were bigger than Babs' boobs. He'd never seen or felt boobs from this particular perspective before. All he knew with any certainty was they were decidedly noticeable.
The odd tickling feeling on his shoulders turned out to be hair that was not just several inches longer than Babs' hair, but many shades lighter than hers was as well.
As far as Brad could tell, the clingy, one piece swimsuit he was wearing was just like the last one he'd bought his wife. "Damn!" he muttered. His exclamation wasn't so much for what he was wearing, as it was for the tight fit clearly revealing his manhood had gone AWOL.
Finally it dawned on Brad what must have happened. "That bitch I married really is a witch!" As he shook his head, his lengthy new locks swirled about his shoulders. He definitely wasn't a happy camper at the moment.
"Jenny seems to be having a lot of fun at my expense ," he grumbled, realizing he'd given her the idea to turn him into a girl. At the same time, that reminded him of her odd remark about 'out of the mouths of babes'.
Jenny couldn't have.
She wouldn't have.
"Shit! She must have!" Brad didn't want to believe it. However, once he'd accepted Jenny was really a witch, believing other things he would have never thought possible before came easily. "I just know that little bitch changed me into some hot-looking babe! She'd think it was a real hoot that men would be constantly hitting on me."
Once again Brad shook his head. "I need to get rid of this damn hair. How do girls put up with having hair so long?" he grumbled. "This is spousal abuse! I'll show Jenny; I'll sue her ass for divorce!"
In the next heartbeat, Brad was having second thoughts. "That might not be a good idea. I'd better wait until she changes me back before I do something like that. Otherwise, I might be stuck this way."
Brad considered his options.
There was only one.
He had to return home and beg Jenny for forgiveness. If he had to grovel before her on hands and knees, he would. He'd even repent his evil ways, just as he'd suggested. Unfortunately, Brad didn't think he could just give up other girls cold turkey. There was no reason he had to say anything about that to Jenny. Once he was home again, Brad hoped everything would soon be back to normal.
Home?
How the hell was he ever going to get home?
His car was in the parking structure at their condo. He'd have to walk, unless he could hail a taxi or catch the bus. Either would be a problem. Both required money. As far as he could tell, he had none. Following a quick look around, Brad determined all he had with him was his sexy, one-piece swimsuit and the hot pink sneakers on his feet. At least he wasn't barefoot. Having seen nothing remotely resembling a purse or handbag, Jenny clearly intended he walk. He could always thumb a ride, but he didn't like that idea too much. Besides, hitching a ride might lead to getting picked up by the police. With no ID, that would be bad. Neither his wife being a witch nor he being a man were things they were likely to believe.
If he had to walk, Brad knew he'd better get started. He knew he was going to be in for one helluva long night.
He taken only a dozen steps when he discovered he'd been correct in his earlier assessment of his appearance.
"Hi, babe," said an unkempt older man.
Was he kidding? "Beat it, you bum!" screamed Brad.
"If that's what turns you on, babe, I'm game!" laughed the older man as he lowered his pants.
Brad didn't want to believe what was happening. Stunned by it all, he turned and fled the scene, the laughter of that dirty old man still echoing in his ears.
Stopping to catch his breath, Brad was quickly annoyed again.
"Hi, babe," said a younger man suddenly standing beside him.
"Screw you, asshole!"
"That's just what I had in mind, babe," grinned the man wickedly.
Once again, Brad couldn't believe his ears. Was every asshole he encountered going to have problems understanding plain, simple English? As he had before, he turned and fled.
"Come on back, hot stuff!" shouted the man after Brad. "I know a hot sexy babe like you wants it even worse than I do."
In your wet dreams, asshole, thought Brad.
"Hi, babe," Brad heard when he finally stopped running again. It was a young man with a devilish gleam in his eyes. "You shouldn't be wandering around out here all alone, you know!"
Brad had already figured that out. Instead of saying anything that could be - probably would be - misunderstood, Brad flipped the young man off. That turned out to be another mistake. The futile gesture had only encouraged the jerk further.
Before Brad could react, he found himself encircled in the young man's tight grasp. Although he struggled to escape, Brad was clearly overmatched. Brad feared he was about to be raped when the instincts of his altered body kicked in... quite literally. With every ounce of force he could muster, Brad raised his knee straight up into the young man's groin.
Instantly, Brad was free again. Instead of fleeing, he remained to watch his would be rapist rolling about the sand and clutching his wounded such-as-it-was manhood in his hands. "It serves you right, asshole." However, when the young man passed out from the pain, Brad thought he might have killed him.
"I wouldn't worry about him," said a deep male voice from behind him. "He'll be fine - maybe even a little wiser - when he wakes up in a few hours. Some guys have been known to keep their brains down there, you know."
Two
Brad spun around quickly and glared defiantly at the new arrival. The man was even bigger and looked a lot stronger than the man laid out on the ground. "Who are you? What do you want?" he demanded of the man. "Don't even think of trying anything funny, buster. I've got another locked and loaded knee here and I'm not afraid to use it."
"Calm down, Bradford. You really must learn to relax," replied the man with a warm knowing smile. "My name is John. I'm here to help."
"What did you say? What did you call me?"
"I called you Bradford. Unless you've forgotten, Bradford's your given name, although you prefer being called Brad." He continued smiling. "I'm here to help you with your problems, Brad."
"Like him?" asked Brad, glancing back quickly over his shoulder. "Hey! Where'd he go?"
"I've already solved all his problems and sent him on his way," replied John. "You'll be happy to know your attacker will never think of raping other women again."
Brad decided he didn't want to know what John had meant. With the young man gone, he was no longer his problem. "What else do you know about my problems?" asked Brad.
"You cheated on your wife Jenny with a young winsome comely lass named Babs; did you not, Brad?" replied John. "Didn't anyone ever tell you? When you're married to a witch, its never a good idea to cheat on her. Witches are unpredictable. They get cranky at the drop of a hat. But then, I didn't need to tell you that, now did I?" He smiled at Brad. "You might not know this, Brad, but you're not only delightfully gorgeous, but a totally hot sexy babe as well."
"I'd already gathered that fact from personal experience," frowned Brad. "So you know what happened to me? How is that helpful?"
"I think your wife made a big mistake. Don't you think so, Brad?"
"I couldn't agree more. This is all wrong," agreed Brad quickly.
"It certainly is," replied John. "Everybody knows having male thoughts inside a hot sexy female body always results in trouble. Think about it, Brad. What would have happened if you'd tried telling someone you were only a woman because your wife was a jealous witch that turned you into one?"
Brad shuddered at the thought. "They would have put me away in a cell with thick rubber padded walls."
"Quite probably, Brad. I can't imagine you'd like spending the rest of your life in a horrible place like that. Can you?" John didn't need to wait for Brad's answer; it was obvious. "I'm here to help, Brad."
Brad thought about it for a moment. There was only one way John could help. And he didn't like the idea. "Damn! You're a witch like Jenny; aren't you?"
No. I'm a warlock," replied John. "Only women can be witches." As he had several times before, John smiled at Brad. "So tell me, Brad, do you want my help or not?"
Brad didn't see how anything could get any worse than it already was. "You know I do," he replied. "When do we get started."
"Immediately," replied John. "I'm glad you're as eager to set things straight as I am."
Before Brad could react, John had slipped his strong arms around Brad's slim waist, pulled him to him, and planted a kiss squarely on Brad's pouty, but quite surprised, lips. The kiss not only took his breath away, but also made his body go all tingly. Mentally he wanted to lift his knee into John's groin, but his treacherous body, clearly having ideas of its own, responded more positively to the kiss instead.
Brad couldn't have been more surprised when John broke the kiss and stepped back.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" screamed Brad, his body still tingling. "You said you'd help me. That wasn't helping me!"
"I am helping you," smiled John. "Actually, I'm helping us!"
"Us? What the hell do you mean us? There is no us!" screamed Brad. "If you want to help me, turn me back into a man!"
"Why would I want to do something like that? There can never be enough beauty in the world."
"Beauty?" exclaimed Brad. "What the hell are you talking about?" he snapped. "I'm a man. Isn't that reason enough yo change me back into one?"
"Not really. You don't look like man. You didn't feel like a man. And I've never had a man kiss me like that," grinned John. "I think the next thousand people we might ask about your sex would reply female, not male."
"But I am a man," insisted Brad.
"No. You were a man," replied. "Now you're a woman with male thoughts in your head. There's a difference, you know."
"I'm confused... I don't understand."
"I'm not surprised. However, we've already agreed your wife made a mistake. Remember?" replied John. "Just look into my eyes." Although he didn't think he should, Brad couldn't keep from looking up into John's eyes. "Perfect," he grinned. "Once I've fixed your wife's error, you'll feel much better. We both know she should have never let any male thoughts remain inside such an attractive head!"
No, thought Brad, as the tingly sensations intensified. He tried to avert his eyes away from John, but couldn't. Before now, Brad might have thought it impossible that John seemed to be getting bigger. But so many strange things had happened lately. At the same time, there was something - Brad had no idea what - exciting about the way John kept getting bigger and bigger while he was looking at her.
"Are you feeling better now, my dear?" asked John after several seconds.
Slowly she shook her head, then smiled as she caught sight of John. "Oh yeah. I'm feeling ever so much better!" she purred sensuously, one of her hands gently sliding along the curve of her slim waist toward her hip. "I'm like feeling so hot... so incredible sexy... so terribly horny!" She flashed an impish grin John's way. "I don't know what you've been doing to me, John, but whatever it is, you'd better damn well keep right on doing it."
John looked deeply into her eyes and smiled. "Male thoughts will never trouble you again. The last one has fled your mind forever. Trust me! You'll never miss them, Tawny!"
Being called Tawny evoked no response from her. Of course, there was no reason it should. Tawny knew... had always known... who she was.
Although it would have never occurred to her that she could have been male a few hours earlier or had even had male thoughts up until a few minutes ago, Tawny wondered what John had meant by that 'male thoughts never troubling her again' shit. She'd never had any problems with men thinking about her. Although she'd never tell John, she found the idea exciting that every man she met thought about her. Why wouldn't she?
"Do you want go back to my place, Tawny?"
"I thought you'd never ask?"
"I'll have everything you need there?"
Tawny glanced down at the growing bulge in John's shorts and grinned. "I'm sure you will, big boy," she purred. "I'm sure you will."
* * * * * *
In the riverfront condo that was now listed solely in her name, Jenny smiled.
"Just perfect! That worked out even better than I'd imagined. It was definitely cheaper than getting a divorce."
The End