The Nature of Evil

The Nature of Evil

By Zapper

 Author Note 1:  This story is intended to be a horror story.  Bad things will happen to good people as the nature of evil is explored.  This story contains adult themes, violence, rape, betrayal, and sex.  It is a “Dark” story.  If this sort of thing isn’t to your taste then skip this tale, if it is read on. 

Author Note 2:  I’d like to say thank you to BobH and Eric for reading this in draft and giving me suggestions and advice. 

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"Are people born wicked or do they have wickedness thrust upon them?" 

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Fiona smiled and waved when she spotted Barbara and Shelia already siting down in the coffee shop.  They had known each other since their freshman year in college and had remind close even after graduation.  Picking up her coffee Fiona flipped her long dark hair over her shoulder and headed to their table.

“So what are you girls talking about today?”

Barbara looked up the bright sunlight making her blonde hair seem even blonder.  “We were just talking about the concept of temptation.”  At Fiona’s confused look Barbara continued.  “You remember my mother talked me into joining her book club?”  When Fiona nodded Barbara continued, “we just finished reading, “Paradise Lost” so Shelia and I were talking about the concept of temptation.” 

Fiona slid into a chair looking back and forth between her friends feeling slightly amused. 

“You realize that this is an idea writers have played with for thousands of years?”  Shelia said looking at Barbara. 

“Oh?”

“Well look at the bible, Eve was tempted by Satan.” 

“That’s true and look where it got us!”  Barbara said with a rueful chuckle and held up her hands making air quotes, “the curse.”  At this all three woman chuckled. 

“There are other examples,” Shelia said still smiling at her friend.

“You know I think that most of the time it’s just people without enough will power giving in!”  Fiona said.  When her friends look at her she continued.  “Like eating too many of your favorite cookie and getting a cavity or gaining weight.  If you have enough will power it’s a snap!”  Then mimicking Barbara Fiona lifted her fingers making air quotes, “just say no.”

At that her two friends laughed.  Although Barbara sobered up first and tried to continue the conversation.  “I think under the right circumstances it’s a lot harder than just saying no.  I mean life is complicated and when you mix in emotions, addictions, love and, . . . …”  As her voice trailed off Fiona jumped in, “and men?”  At that the three friends started giggling again.

“Oh, gosh look at the time!  If we don’t hurry we’ll be late for our lesson.”  Shelia said.

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The old woman, of mixed African and Latino descent, known these days as Gran watched as three young women entered her shop.  All three were from well-off families and had successful lives.  Barbara was the short blonde who opened the door to the tinkle of a bell led the three into Gran’s shop.  She came from old money and thought very highly of herself, although, to her credit, she tried to hide it.  She was 24 and had been married for a year to a young lawyer who put in too many hours at the office and left Barbara alone too much.   The girl who stepped into Gran’s shop next was of Asian and African stock and at 5’ 10 was a stunning beauty.  Shelia had graduated with Barbara and Fiona two years ago with a degree in business, but her husband, a successful programmer wanted her to stay home and focus on raising a family.  The last woman was the one who Gran was most interested in.  Fiona was a slim woman, of Welsh descent, with enough of a figure to cause men to look twice.  Her raven tresses framed a pale face with startling green eyes.  However, it wasn’t Fiona’s beauty that aroused Gran’s interest.  It was her natural, untapped, magical potential.  A potential that was even greater than Gran’s gift! 

Even though the three women looked very different they had several things in common.  They’d all attended college together and were members of the same sorority.  They were all married and bored with their lives.  And each, to one degree or another, had some talent for the occult.  This was what brought them to Gran, they were her apprentices.  The very idea made Gran want to laugh, but she knew if she did she’d start wheezing and that wheeze would turn into a cough. 

The old woman’s body ached as she pushed herself up from her stool behind the counter of her spice and herb shop. 

“Ladies, how good of you to visit ol’Gran.  What can I do for you?”

Barbara smiled and leaned in to hug the elderly woman. 

“Gran did you forget, it’s Saturday afternoon and we’re here for our lesson.”

“Ah, is it Saturday already?  I lose track of the days sometimes.  Fiona, be a dear, turn the sign to closed and lock the door.  Don’t dawdle, now, you two come with me.” 

Gran pushed her way slowly through a set of beaded curtains to her “sanctum,” another term that made Gran want to cackle.  The room was lit with a pair of dim lamps and the table in the middle of the small room was covered in a black cloth.  Worked into the tablecloth, with silver thread, were all sorts of fake mystical symbols.  Around the room were various pieces of bric-a-brac all intended to convey an atmosphere of mysticism.  The ceiling fan overhead squeaked as she made her way to a chair facing the curtain. 

            This room was where Gran met with rich white folk looking for a thrill and a little mysticism, everything about it had been designed for show.  There was a backroom where she did her real work but the girls weren’t ready for that.  Gran settled into her chair to wait for Fiona to join them. 

            “Gran, what are you going to teach us today?  Barbara asked her voice barely containing her excitement. 

            “Patience,” Gran wanted to respond but instead said, “did you read the texts I gave you and have each of you been practicing?” 

            “Yes, of course.”

            “Then show me.”

            By this time Fiona had joined them and looked on as Barbara held out her hand chanting softly a look of concentration on her face.  After a few seconds a small dot of light appeared above her palm, it wavered for a second and then grew slightly brighter.  Barbara stopped chanting and looked at the small light, pride filling her eyes, and then it winked out.  Gran nodded her approval and then looked at Shelia who duplicated Barbara’s feet, except that her fairy-light lasted for several seconds after she stopped chanting before it died off.  Then without being asked Fiona held out her hand, almost as soon as she started chanting a bright dot of light appeared over her hand and then floated to hover over the table.  When Fiona stopped chanting the light remained several times brighter than either Barbara or Shelia’s light and showed no indication of going out. 

            Very good Fiona, you’ve a natural gift.  You all do!”  Gran said beaming at the girls.  “I think we will move away from simple cantrips to scrying for today’s lesson.  How would you like to see what your husbands are up to?” 

            At this the three women nodded in agreement excitement filling their faces. 

            “You mean we can use magic to spy on them?”  Barbara asked excitedly. 

            “My dear, magic has always been used to gather information.  It’s one of the oldest applications of the art.” 

            “What do we need to do?”  Shelia asked. 

            “First, did you bring me the components I requested?” 

            Each of the three women nodded and handed Gran an envelope with the names of their husbands written on the front of each.  The envelopes contained hair and nail clippings from their spouses.  Gran grinned, showing her yellow teeth, and picked up a black iron bowl and placed it on the table.  Next she filled the bowl with several different kinds of herbs and leaves. 

            “You’ve memorized the spell?”

            When they all nodded, Gran flicked a finger at the contents of the bowl and a red flame sprang up. 

            “Barbara, you’re first,” said Gran carefully taking a pair of hairs from the envelope with Steve  Foster written on the front.  She passed the hairs to Barbara and started softly chanting.  The others joined in and when Gran nodded Barbara dropped the hairs into the fire.  Instantly a purple smoke billowed up but it didn’t act like normal smoke.  It formed a small cloud in the middle of the room and then the cloud changed and became a three dimensional image of Steve Foster.  He was sitting behind a desk apparently reading something on a computer.  There was a pad of paper next to the keyboard and a cup of coffee. 

            Barbara snorted, “Well that’s my husband, at home working on a case.”

            As she spoke the spell was disrupted and the smoke dissipated in a couple of seconds.  Gran glanced with annoyance at Barbara. 

            “As you can see, if you stop chanting and speak you disrupt the spell.  Shelia, are you ready to peek in on your husband?”

            When Shelia nodded the four women started chanting again.  Once Gran nodded Shelia added Todd’s hair onto the fire.  Purple smoke billowed up and the cloud it formed became an image of Todd Rogers, a tall athletic man, on the golf course with three other men.  The women continued chanting the incantation until Todd sliced a ball into the trees.   They saw him hit the ground with a club in frustration and then Shelia started to laugh.  Her laughter disrupted the spell and the image faded away. 

            “I’m so sorry Gran, but that’s my Todd.  He loves to golf but he’s really terrible.” 

            Gran smiled indulgently at the three women.  She added a few more herbs to the fire, “are you ready Fiona?

“I don’t know Gran, this feels like I’m spying on Grant.  Like I don’t trust him, can we scry something else?”

“Did you bring components for another person?”

“Well, no, . . ..”

“Oh, come on Fi, stop being such a party pooper!  It’s not like your perfect Grant would be doing anything you wouldn’t approve of,”  Barbara said. 

“What are you afraid of we’ll catch him taking a shower?”  Shelia asked with a smile. 

“Fine, but this still doesn’t feel right.” 

Gran let out a sigh of relief and for the first time focused on drawing upon her magical gift.  This vision would be a little harder.  Instead of a simple scrying she had something else in mind.  The women started chanting and unbeknownst to them Gran had taken control of the simple spell.  She nodded to Fiona who tossed her husband, Grant Wilson’s hair into the flame.  Again the cloud formed only this time there wasn’t an image.  For a second the ladies faltered, but Gran’s voice, more determined and more powerful, caused them to continue.  Then an image appeared in the cloud.  It resolved itself into a handsome man’s shape.  He was naked and his muscles gleamed with a light sheen of sweat and then the shape of a woman appeared under him.  She was on all fours on a bed and Grant, Fiona’s husband, stood behind her with his hands gripping her hips firmly as he thrust into her from behind. 

            “No, no that’s not possible.”  Fiona whispered. 

            At this disruption the image started to blur, then the redhead looked back over her shoulder at Grant, her words were faint, yet clear, so all four women heard them, “oh, babe, don’t stop, don’t stop, oh Grant, I’m almost there…”  Then the spell failed. 

             There was a stunned silence in the room and then Barbara and Shelia were hugging Fiona. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“Men are such bastards!”

“You can stay with me if you want.  You don’t have to go home.” 

Gran stood up, “I’ll go make us some tea, dears.” 

When she left walking slowly to the kitchen Gran couldn’t help the crooked grin that covered her face.  Oh, this was just too perfect, she thought.  Gran took her time making the tea adding a few additional herbs before setting the pot and cups on a tray.  When Gran made it back to the room with the other three women Fiona was sobbing while her friends tried to console her.

“Maybe the vision wasn’t true?”  Barbara said.

“No, it must have been, I mean that was Todd, and he said he was going golfing today.”  Shelia said.  She then noticed Barbara glaring at her. “I’m sorry Fi, maybe Barbara is right.” 

“Here we are girls, a cup of tea is just what’s needed.”

“Gran, I don’t think tea is going to solve Fiona’s problem” Barbra snapped. 

“No, of course not dear, but it will make you three feel better.  After that we should talk.  Now please drink up.” 

The two women moved back to their seats and quietly sipped their tea while watching Fiona.  After taking a minute to wipe her eyes, Fiona followed her friend’s example and took a sip.  Gran smiled at the three of them and moved back to her seat.  Gran sat quietly watching the women as they drank their tea and saw them calm down unnaturally quickly.  After a few minutes the tea had taken full effect and all three women looked slightly glassy eyed. 

“Now my dears a scrying isn’t evidence you could take to a court.  In fact if you confront Grant, my dear Fiona, and tell him that you saw him having sex with, . . .” 

“His secretary,” Fiona interjected bitterly. 

“Ah, yes, his secretary, for you to accuse him and not sound crazy you need evidence.” 

“I know, Fi, let’s hire a P.I. he can follow Grant around and get pictures.”  Barbara said excitedly.   

“Do you know a private investigator Barbara?”  Shelia asked a little sarcastically.

“We could find one on line.” 

“Ladies, ol’Gran knows many people.  People who owe Gran favors, I’ll take care of it for you Fiona.  Now, if you’re done with your tea, I think the lesson is over for today.”

Gran hobbled along behind the three younger women as they walked to the front of the shop.  Just before Shelia reached the front door Gran cleared her throat.

“Fiona dear, could you stay for a second?  Ladies, I need to speak to Fiona privately.” 

Barbara and Shelia looked at Fiona who nodded.  Both Barbara and Shelia gave Gran, and then Fiona, hugs and then stepped out of the shop. 

“I’m sorry about what you saw, dear, sometimes the truth hurts.” 

“I just can’t believe it.  I mean he’s always been so devoted to me.  He’s been spending a lot of time at work, ever since his mom and dad died in that car crash and he inherited the family business.  He said it was because he wanted to start a family and wanted to be able to provide for us.  How can he tell me that he loves me while he’s out doing . . . that . . . with . . .  his secretary?”

“It’s the nature of men, dear.  I’ve got a friend who can find the kind of evidence you’ll need.  Come by the shop the night after tomorrow.  I’ll fix some more tea and we can talk.” 

“I don’t think I can go home.  I can’t stand the thought of looking at him!”  Fiona said her voice quivering.    

“My dear, dear, Fiona you’re stronger than you think.  Just pretend that you’re not feeling well and go to bed early.  The last thing you want right now is for him to suspect that you know what’s going on.  Here take this it will help you sleep tonight,” as she said this Gran handed Fiona a packet of herbs. 

“Oh, Gran, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Don’t worry your pretty head my dear, ol’Gran will take care of everything.” 

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The man parked his bike behind Gran’s shop.  He walked up the back steps that led above the shop to Gran’s living area directly overhead.  His heavy biker boots made a clumping sound on the steps and he paused at the door looking at his reflection.  He was bald and had tattoos on his neck and head, his nose had been broken and reset crookedly and he had a scar along his jaw line.  Still in his twenties he’d already spent time in the county jail.  That was before Gran had arranged for him to get paroled. 

Carlos shifted the duffel bag he carried to his left hand and lifted his right to knock respectfully.  After all Gran had arranged for his release and by way of payment she’d told him that she would require his “service.”  Since that time Carlos had learned why his mother was so scared of Gran.  He never would’ve believed that magic was real. Now however he was a believer. And it terrified him to his core.  There weren’t many people Carlos was afraid of, but the frail little old lady on the other side of this door was one of the few!  Carlos shook his head and took a deep breath and brought the knuckles of his right hand down toward the door. 

“Come in my boy, do you have it?”  Gran’s voice sounded in his ear just before his knuckles made contact with the wood.  “The door’s open.” 

Carlos twisted the handle and pushed his way into the living room feeling his pulse race. 

“I’ve got it Gran.  After I took them I gave her the potion so she won’t remember anything.”  Carlos said stopping and looking around, not seeing Gran anywhere. 

Suddenly Gran was standing in the hallway that led to the back bedroom.  The look in her eye made Carlos swallow.  If his friends could see him they wouldn’t believe it, big strong Carlos, Carlos who’d once killed a man with his bare hands in a bar fight, was intimidated by this little old woman. 

“When you took some of her hair and nails, did you do anything else?”

“Oh, come on Gran, of course not.”

“I’ve told you before.  I can tell when people are lying to me.  I’ll not ask again.”  The edge in Gran’s voice made Carlos wince. 

“Gran, that bitch deserved it.  I mean a high class piece of pussy like that?  What did you expect?  Before I was done she was begging for it!  Besides, no one heard, and I made her drink the potion.  You said she’d forget everything.” 

“Yes, Carlos she’ll forget, but I won’t.  I think tonight’s game will be a little different than I’d originally planned.  Come with me.” 

Feeling uneasy Carlos followed Gran to the spare bedroom.  It was a strange room for a little old lady to have.  It was set up like a scene out of an S&M porn movie. 

“You can set up the cameras in their usual places.”

“Sure thing Gran, uh, who will we be filming tonight?”

“Just set up the cameras.”

With that Gran walked out of the room carrying the package with Samantha Philips hair and nail clippings.  Her spell earlier had gone perfectly.  The two scryings were simplicity, but wrenching away of the third scrying and turning it into an illusion by force of will had been a test of Gran’s skill and power.  Her “apprentices” had been so distraught they’d drunk the tea with Gran’s special herbs without question.  The tea had not only calmed them all down but it had opened their minds allowing Gran to plant a few suggestions. 

Now on to the next step, Gran grinned, who said wickedness didn’t pay?  If Carlos wasn’t so predictable this wouldn’t be nearly as much fun.  Gran had hobbled into the master bedroom and then into the huge bathroom that had been converted for more than one use.  The caldron set to one side held a galleon or more specifically 128 ounces of clear liquid.  It had taken Gran two months to brew but it would be worth all of the magical strength she’d poured into it.  Gran using a long stemmed dipper filled two four ounce bottles.  Then she added a hair to each, one from an envelope sitting on the counter and the other from the package Carlos had just given her.  The potions changed from clear to a golden color as the hairs dissolved.  Thinking about what she was about to do caused a cackle that escaped Gran’s withered lips.  It had been a long time since she’d used a transformation potion on herself, in this way. 

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Fiona looked at the empty cup of tea sitting in front of her.  Today had been the worst day of her life!  It had started out brightly; she’d met her best friends and had visited Gran for a lesson in MAGIC!  She still found it nearly impossible to believe that magic was real and that she had the power to use it in her blood.  Then everything had gone bad.  In one moment her world came crashing down.  Grant, the man she loved more than anything, was cheating on her.  She’d been hysterical and only the presence of Barbara and Shelia and the comfort they’d provided had allowed her to keep it together.  Then Gran had pitched in with a cup of tea.  The emotional pain had faded allowing Fiona to think.  Her first instinct was to confront Grant.  But Gran was right!  She’d sound like a crazy person if she said she’d used a spell to spy on him and caught him in the act. 

Barbara had suggested a P.I. which Fiona thought was probably smart, but Gran had been there again.  She knew someone who could follow Grant and get pictures.  So Fiona had gone home and of course Grant wasn’t there.  When he’d come home she’d said she wasn’t feeling good.  Grant had pretended to care and be sweet.  He’d offered to rub her back and asked if there was anything he could get for her.  Fiona had wanted to grind her teeth and claw out his eyes.  Instead she’d said she was going to make a cup of tea and go to bed.  Now looking into the tea cup Fiona felt a wavy of drowsiness come over her.  Gran hadn’t been kidding about this tea making her sleepy.  Briefly Fiona wondered if there was a spell on the herbs to induce sleep.  With a shrug Fiona turned off the lights and climbed into bed. 

Around 9 pm Grant peaked in on Fiona.  He saw that she was sleeping and figured that this was probably the best thing for her.  She’d acted oddly tonight and he knew her well enough to know that there was something bothering her.  Well, she’d tell him in her own time, if he pushed it would just make her mad.  Grant closed the door and went back to his study to review the financial reports he’d gotten earlier that day. 

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Gran felt great!  She looked in the mirror and grinned at her reflection.  The tall dark muscular man flashed a brilliant white smile back at her from the mirror.  Gran always loved using potions of transformation to get a few hours relief from her frail old body.  The vitality of youth flowed through her and would for several more hours.  A four ounce potion translated into about eight hours in a new younger body.  If the damn thing wasn’t so hard to brew and if it didn’t require so much magic Gran would do this much more often. 

“Ughhh, . . …”

The soft feminine moan sounded from the bed behind her caused Gran to look over her masculine shoulder at the naked female body cuffed and shackled to the bed.  The ball gag in her mouth prevented Carlos from saying anything even though she tried.  Yes indeed, Gran thought, Grant’s secretary Samantha had a luscious little body made for a man’s pleasure!  Gran turned around and felt her manhood swing heavily left to right in response.  Gran took her time walking over to the bed enjoying the feeling of her flaccid cock moving in response to each step.  Grant was no slouch when it came to size or stamina and as Gran gazed down at Carlos, naked feminine flesh, she felt Grant’s cock stir.  No wonder Fiona had been so upset, Gran mused, after all lovers like Grant were hard to find.  It had been years since Gran had taken a male form and even longer since she’d experienced a man’s pleasure.  Tonight made her wonder why she’d not done this more often. 

“Ughhhh, . . . .”  Carlos’s feminine moan caused Gran to chuckle, thinking about the scene from earlier that night. 

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Gran had returned from the master-bedroom carrying a pair of potions and found that Carlos had just finished setting up the cameras in the spare bedroom.  She could see that he was still afraid of her, this was good, since it meant she wouldn’t have to waste either time or magic, getting him to do what she wanted. 

“So where are Bob and Phyllis?”  Carlos asked seeing Gran.

“They won’t be here tonight.  They’ve paid off their debt to me.” 

“I thought you needed me to take pictures of them fucking.  If they’re not coming then who will I be videoing?” 

“Just still photos tonight, don’t worry about taking a video.  As for the subject, tonight’s pictures will feature a new couple.  Drink this, please.”  Gran said hobbling forward and holding out one of the phials.  Carlos looked around suddenly nervous.  

“Uhm, Gran, where’s the new couple?”  As he said this Carlos took the potion from her almost as if his arm had a mind of its own.

“They’ll be here soon.  Now drink.”  Gran ordered her voice taking on a strange quality. 

Again Carlos moved almost as if he had no control over his body.  One hand pulled the cork out and he tipped the contents into his mouth looking a little surprised. 

“What was that Gran?”

“Just wait, you’ll see, my dear, . . . Samantha.”

“What?!” 

Then Carlos clutched his stomach as a cramp hit him. 

“You old witch, what have you done?” 

Then another cramp hit only this time it was centered on Carlos’s chest.  It must not have hurt as much because he reached up to rub his chest and as he did his hands were slowly filled with expanding flesh as large pair of breasts blossomed. 

“Oh, god, I know what you did!!  I’ll kill you for this!!  God no, …You’re turning me into a woman!”   

Carlos took a staggering step toward Gran, and then clutched his crotch.

“Noooo, it’s gone.  Please Gran, please stop, I’m begging.” 

At this Gran couldn’t resist the laugh that turned into a cackle.  Carlos tried to take another step, then he lost his balance and toppled to the soft deep carpet.  The changes now came faster and faster, red hair sprouted from Carlos bald scalp, brown skin became pale, and the rough face with the broken nose and scars became softer and more delicate.  Carlos’s tattoos were the last thing to change.  It was as though the ink resisted the magic longer because they weren’t originally part of Carlos, but at last they too faded away. 

“You’re begging me, Carlos?  When that woman, Samantha, begged you to stop, did you?  You are a rapist and a murder Carlos with a soul as black as the pit.  You’re just my kind of scum, and you’re completely within my power.  I think I’m going to enjoy tonight’s little photo-shoot very much!”   

With that Gran had lifted the second potion to her withered lips and welcomed the rush the transformation brought.  It was done in a few minutes and even though she’d drank her potion after Carlos Gran still recovered first having never lost her balance or focus.  Gran dropped the robe that no longer fit her masculine body and completely naked walked over to inspect each camera.  After a quick check, she set them to start taking photos every couple of seconds.  Satisfied Gran moved over to the just recovering Carlos and grabbed him by his long red hair.  Carlos moaned and looked up in terror at Gran.  The look of open lust on Gran’s face sent a shiver through Carlos as he was roughly pulled up onto the bed. 

“Oh, yes I think I’ll enjoy this very much.”  Gran said with Grant’s powerful baritone. 

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“Ughhhh, . …”  Carlos’s attempt to speak around the ball gag brought Gran back to the present.  Gran ran her eyes over Carlos’s seductive curves and then looked down at her naked penis and was surprised to see that it was already standing ready for another round.  Yes, Grant was quite the catch, Gran thought, no wonder Fiona had been upset. 

“Ah, sorry Carlos, I was just thinking, I know it’s something you’re not familiar with, but here we are with so much time in these wonderful young bodies and nothing much too do.  However shall we occupy ourselves? 

“Erghhhh, . . . burrrggh” 

“You want to say something?  But Carlos the last time didn’t work out so well.  You forced me to use the whip.  Now for the next round I think I’ll introduce you to a vibrator, doesn’t that sound like fun?  We’ve only been at this for an hour, so the night is quite young, and I haven’t even had to use magic to induce a new erection,  . . . yet.” 

“Nnnghhh ffiiilllmmm, ….”

“Oh, are you trying to tell me that the cameras are out of film?  That’s okay we’re done with the photo-shoot part anyway.  The rest of the night is for my pleasure and your education.  So a couple of rules, until you return to your natural form you’ll answer to the name Samantha.  You’ll be on the receiving end of every depraved act I can think of until you’re  begging me for more.”  At the sight of panic in Carlos pretty blue eyes Gran leaned in; “What was it you said earlier?  Oh yes, I remember.”  Gran paused to making sure she kept eye contact with Carlos, “you said; Gran, that bitch deserved it.  I mean a high class piece of pussy like that?  What did you expect?  Before I was done she was begging.  So Carlos, how does it feel to be a high class piece of pussy?  I’m going to give you what you deserve until you’re begging me for more.” 

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It was Thursday night and Grant was working late, as usual, Fiona thought bitterly.  She could guess what he was working on!  Fiona pulled her car into the driveway that led around behind Gran’s shop.   Fiona had stopped by Monday night just like Gran had asked but Gran had said that she didn’t have any evidence yet.  They’d shared a cup of tea and Fiona found herself confiding in Gran.  Gran was so easy to talk to and before she knew it Fiona was telling Gran how much she loved Grant and how great their life was.  Gran was interested in everything Fiona had to say, she was an amazing listener.  Gran then asked about Fiona’s childhood and relatives, Fiona found herself telling Gran things she’d never told anyone.  When she’d lost her virginity and with whom no detail was too trivial.  For the first time Fiona felt comfortable talking about some of her other feelings about her marriage.  How Grant left her alone for hours and how she felt lonely and resented the fact that he was able to be productive while she stayed at home.  Then she started talking about the things Grant did that annoyed her and at last about her suspicion that he’d hired Samantha just because she was pretty and had a great sexy body.  This ended with a furious tirade from Fiona about Grant cheating on her and a vow to get revenge if it was true.  The talk had made Fiona feel better but she still had a hard time hiding her feelings from Grant.  All week she’d gone to bed early to avoid him and had used Gran’s tea to help her sleep. 

Then today Gran had called and asked her to come over at 6 pm and to come alone.  Fiona had wanted to know if Gran’s contact had found anything but Gran wouldn’t tell her on the phone.  Feeling nervous and upset Fiona turned off her car in time to see the back door open.  Gran stepped out looking frail, bent nearly double, yet she hobbled down to meet Fiona. 

“Come with me child.  I’ve closed my shop, we’ll go up to where I live and have a spot of tea and talk.” 

Fiona nodded and with her heart in her throat followed Gran as she made her way slowly up the steps.  Gran led Fiona into a large kitchen where she went to work making a pot of tea.  It only took a few minutes before the aroma filled the kitchen. 

“Here you are dear.”  Gran said sitting down across from Fiona. 

“Aren’t you going to have some?”

“No, if I drink tea this late, I’ll never be able to sleep.  Please drink up.  It will make you feel better.” 

Fiona took a sip, to be polite, and then set the cup down.  “Gran I can’t take it anymore, did your contact find anything?” 

With a sigh Gran slid a large folder over to Fiona.  The folder was thick and filled with pictures.  Fiona reached out with trembling fingers and slowly undid the string holding the folder closed and then eased the pictures out.  Gran watched as Fiona looked at one picture after another, Fiona said nothing as a single tear slide down her cheek.  At last she looked up at Gran tears beginning to run more freely. 

“Oh, Gran, it’s true he’s not just having an affair, look at what they’re doing?  It’s sick and perverted.  How can he do that?  How can he do that with her!”

Gran hobbled around the table and wrapped her arms around Fiona letting her cry until the tears stopped coming. 

“So what will you do child?”

“I’ll take these pictures to a lawyer and take everything including the shirt off his back!”

“Ah, that’s the spirit girl.  Show him he can’t treat you like that.”

Suddenly Fiona looked intently at Gran, “I’ve been thinking Gran.  I don’t know how to ask you this, but is there anything we can do, . . . you know, . . . with magic?  Divorcing Grant is the right thing to do; it’s just that it doesn’t feel like it goes far enough.  Not after seeing those.”  She said waving at the stack of pictures. 

“Ah, my dear, sweet Fiona, yes there are spells for vengeance.  But they blacken the soul.  As bad as it is, all Grant has done is cheat on you.  This happens to women all the time, divorce is the normal, socially acceptable, answer.  I think you should just leave it at that.” 

Fiona looked at Gran and wanted to argue but then looked down feeling ashamed. 

“Now I know a first rate divorce lawyer.  I’ll set you up with an appointment tomorrow.” 

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Grant got a message to meet Fiona at the legal office of Donald, Griffin, and Smith on Monday.  He walked into the office building feeling confused.  Fiona had been acting strange all week and then he’d gotten a text saying that she was spending the weekend with Barbara and Shelia and she’d be home on Monday.   Then at lunch on Monday his secretary Samantha came in with an invitation to meet Fiona at this law office.

When Grant arrived he saw Fiona sitting in a dark business suit he hadn’t even known she owned.  Next to her an elderly gentleman sat with a brief case in front of him.  

“Mr. Wilson, I’m Mrs. Wilson’s attorney, James Griffin.   These are divorce papers Mrs. Wilson has asked me to file on her behalf.  The locks to your house have been changed and this is a restraining order.  The police and one of our junior solicitors will accompany you to your home so that you can collect your possessions.” 

Grant felt the color drain from his face.  “What?!  I don’t understand.  What are you talking about?  What’s going on?  Fiona what are you doing?”  

Fiona looked up at Grant glaring daggers.  “It should be obvious, even to your dim brain, I’m divorcing you Grant.” 

“I don’t understand, why?”

“Why, how can you ask me that?  It’s because you’re a lying, cheating, no-good, scumbag of a man!  That’s why.”   

“Fi, I don’t understand, but whatever it is, we can work it out.  We can go to counseling, whatever it takes. Please Fi!” 

Fiona stood up and meeting Grant’s confused gaze with a cold look.  “Jim, do you still need me here?”

“No, Mrs. Wilson, we can take it from here.” 

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It had been a week since she’d thrown Grant out and Fiona didn’t feel any better.  She had fallen into a habit of spending an hour or two each afternoon having tea with Gran.  Today’s tea had been particularly relaxing and Gran had taught her a couple of new spells and a new meditation technique.  She’d also spent time talking to Gran about her past this time chatted on and on about college life and her sorority sisters.  Fiona had been surprised at how well she’d been able to recollect her days in school.  In fact the conversation had a strange dream like quality to it. 

Fiona was often surprised when a conversations with Gran ended by how many hours she’d spent talking but couldn’t really remember what they’d discussed, only that she’d enjoyed herself immensely and always felt very relaxed after having tea with Gran.  Despite finding such companionship in Gran and even the ability to work magic, Fiona felt like there was a hole in her heart.  Grant had called several times and left messages, Fiona couldn’t resist listening to them.  As angry as she’d been, and still was truth be told, she loved Grant.  Perhaps they could try to work it out.  Fiona had talked to Gran today about her feelings and Gran had been very understanding.  It made Fiona feel good to have someone she could confide in so completely. 

Gran had suggested that Fiona take Grant’s company but she couldn’t bring herself to go after it.  There hadn’t been a pre-nup but even so Fiona knew that the company had been started by Grant’s grandfather and it meant more to Grant than anything else.  Besides Grant’s company, a glass company, employed over fifty people.  If she went after the company it would close its doors and those people would be out of work.  No, she’d just take 50% of the assets and leave the company alone.  But as she drove back to her place Fiona realized that she didn’t want 50% of Grant’s property she wanted Grant.  Fiona made up her mind, she was going to talk to Grant perhaps they could work things out.  After all she still loved him despite everything. 

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“Carlos, I’ve got another job for you.”

“Please, Gran, no.  I’ve learned my lesson.  I’ve not looked at a woman since you told me not to.” 

“Ah, Carlos, you’re such a good boy.  But you’re not very smart, how many times must I remind you that I can tell when you’re lying.”  Gran couldn’t resist cackling at the defeated slump in Carlos’s shoulders.  Before Carlos could protest Gran continued, “so it’s good that you’re not.  I promise this time I won’t turn you into a busty red-head.  Now there is a house we might need to break into, do you think you can remember how?” 

At this Carlos face brightened.  Breaking and entering was a skill he’d learned as a teen, he was more than happy to steal something for Gran particularly if it meant he didn’t have to be a woman again.  Ever since that night he’s spent as Gran’s sex toy he’d been haunted by the feelings and sensations.  Carlos was starting to become worried that she’d done something more to him than just turn him into a woman.  The mere thought of becoming that red-head again made Carlos knees weak and gave him a raging hard-on. 

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Gran hobbled up to the front door to Fiona’s house.  She had scryed it several times so knew the layout this knowledge had been enhanced by her talks with Fiona.  Gran had been using a special tea and made sure she cast a memory charm prior to their talks.  The purpose of the spell allowed Gran to see and experience each memory Fiona offered as though she’d lived that memory along with Fiona.  Because of this Gran knew every inch of Fiona and Grant’s house. 

“I thought you needed me to break in?”

“Only if the key isn’t under the plant on the back patio,” Gran said.  Since it was there and the code to the security system hadn’t been changed getting into the house was simple. 

“Now hurry up, Fiona is spending the night with Barbara and Shelia, but I don’t want any of the neighbors to see us.” 

Once they were in the large house Gran directed Carlos to the bathroom off the master bedroom.  Feeling a little worried while fighting to hide his erection Carlos went to work setting up a pair of cameras.  While he did this Gran started filling the large Jacuzzi tub with water and adding bubbles.  Once the cameras were in place Carlos looked over at Gran just in time to see that she’d discarded her clothes.  Her body shimmered, as wrinkled flesh shifted and became smooth, Gran’s perpetual stoop changed with a popping sound as she stood up straight.  Her gray hair darkened and shortened and her saggy empty utters pulled up transforming into firm pectoral muscles, while a ten inch sausage pushed down from her pelvis.  In a few seconds Grant Wilson stood naked facing a quivering Carlos. 

“Aw, Gran, you promised!  You said I wouldn’t have to be the bitch again!”

“No, Carlos, that’s not what I promised.  I said that you wouldn’t have to be a busty red-head.  Now come over here and drink this.”  Gran said holding out a golden potion.

It felt surreal to Carlos as he moved forward and downed the potion.  This time the cramps bothered him less and when the changes were done Carlos stood up tossing her long black hair over one shoulder.  Carlos could already feel a heat in her loins and a deep ache that needed to be filled when she looked over at the masculine body Gran was wearing. 

“So Carlos, how much do you know about this internet thing I hear all the kids talking about these days?” 

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Fiona sat on the back patio of the country club in a floral print sundress with a big hat protecting her skin from the early afternoon sun.  Shelia was sitting at the table with her as they both sipped fruity drinks.  Shelia had invited Fiona to stay with her for the weekend to get Fiona out of her large empty house and to take her mind off her marriage.  Shelia had been surprised when Fiona had said that she was thinking about trying to work things out with Grant.  For the last week she’d been hell-bent on taking everything she could from him and now all of a sudden she was talking about reconciliation?  Shelia was concerned her friend was losing her emotional stability.  However, this weekend had worked wonders.  They had agreed not to talk about Grant and Fiona had seemed more like her old self.  A tall cute waiter stepped up to the table and asked if they were ready to order but since they were waiting for Barbara they settled on drinks only.  Just then Fiona heard the approach of footsteps and looked up to see Barbara approaching and from the look on her face Fiona knew there was something wrong.  Barbara leaned in and gave Fiona a hug.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!  Grant is such an ass!” 

“I agree in principle, but what are you talking about?”  Fiona asked. 

“You don’t know?” 

Not waiting for an answer Barbara sat down and pulled out her smart phone.  She started tapping on it while talking. 

“Stephanie sent me a text this morning with a link to this blog.  It’s a new one started by G W.”

Fiona cringed, she remembered Stephanie from her days in college.  Stephanie had been a frienemy and both had been competing for Grant.  When Fiona had become engaged Stephanie had refused to talk to her.  Barbara slid the phone over to Fiona.  The blog had several pictures loaded and when Fiona tapped on one to expand it she saw it was a picture of her and Grant naked in their bathroom.  Fiona’s heart started to race as she looked at each picture one after the other.  They were all of the two of them naked having sex in their bathroom!  Fiona was mortified and the furious by turns. 

“That bastard promised me he’d destroyed those pictures!”  Fiona nearly screeched. 

“What?”  Shelia asked grabbing the phone.  “Oh, dear god, what a Jackass!” 

“Is that really you Fiona?”  Barbara asked.

Fiona, her face a flaming shade of red, nodded as tears of anger and frustration leaked down her cheeks. 

“Yes, right after we moved into our house Grant wanted to take some sexy pictures.  I was kind of drunk and agreed.  The next morning when I was sober I asked him to delete them and he promised me that he had.  I guess he lied about that too.” 

Barbara and Shelia exchanged a look not really knowing what to say. 

“Please excuse me.”  Fiona said standing up.

“Where are you going?”  Shelia asked reaching out to take Fiona’s hand.

“I don’t know, for a drive I guess.  I’ll call you later, I just need to think.”

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Fiona was surprised when she looked up and spotted Gran’s house.  She hadn’t driven here on purpose it had just sort of happened.  Fiona burst through the front door of Gran’s shop spotting the old woman in her usual spot behind the counter.  When she did the tears started to flow and she rushed around the counter to give Gran a big hug.  For several minutes Fiona stood there hugging Gran as Gran stroked her hair with a feeble hand. 

“There, there child, how bad could it be?  Come on now talk to ol’Gran.”

“Oh, Gran, I’m too embarrassed to tell you.” 

“Embarrassed?  In that case let’s close up the shop and go into the back and have some tea and talk.  Okay?” 

“Uhm, sure, I’d like that.”  Fiona said wiping her eyes. 

By the time Fiona had finished her second cup of tea she was ready to talk.  In an almost detached tone of voice Fiona explained Grant’s latest betrayal. 

“And I was thinking about trying to go to counseling and see if we couldn’t work this out.  Now I just want to make him pay!  I feel so humiliated.” 

“Well you’re divorcing him, if you take his precious company wouldn’t that be enough?”  

“NO!  He needs to hurt like I’m hurting.  I wish I could do something.  If I were big enough and strong enough I’d kick his ass!  Isn’t there any magic I could use to make him pay?” 

Gran’s old face wrinkled up with a sad look as she stared at Fiona. 

“Yes, child, there are many spells for vengeance.  But they are all black, and it’s said they blacken the soul of the person who uses them.  When you’re young and innocent you have a certain natural protection for the predators of the supernatural world.  If you blacken your soul you forfeit that protection.  Is this something you really want to do?” 

Fiona looked up eagerly meeting Gran’s eyes with a fierce look. 

“Gran I don’t care about that!  I just want to make Grant pay!” 

“I think I know a spell or two that might do what you want.  You’ll have to cast the spell yourself.  It will take some study and work on your part, but I think you’ve got the power.” 

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Fiona looked down with some pride at the clay doll lying in the middle of a complex circle.  Fiona had taken Grant’s hair and fingernails from the envelope she’d given Gran a month ago and using some herbs provided by Gran and chanting a curse had ground them all to powder.  Fiona had then mixed the powder into the clay she’d used to shape the doll.  It wasn’t the best workmanship in fact the doll looked more like a gray gingerbread cookie than anything else.  Gran had assured her that she’d done everything right.  Now under the light of the moon within the circle Fiona was getting ready for the hardest part.  Gran had provided advice and helped her practice chanting the spells but she had refrained from helping in the crafting.  She’d said this was Fiona’s vengeance and her choice and if she were going to do it then she had to do the casting. 

Sensing the time was right Fiona started chanting as she did she risked a glance at Gran as she stood watching.  Even though Gran didn’t move Fiona sensed Gran’s approval.  For over ten minutes Fiona chanted and then as the rite reached the critical point she drew a knife and cut her left thumb and pressed the bleeding digit into the clay doll. 

“Spirits of the endless dark, hear my call and grant my request! 

Like-to-like; as with one, so with the other!

By my blood and power I bind this spell!” 

Fiona felt a rush of energy and even though it was a calm night a wind picked up rushing down on them causing the torches Gran had set up in her secluded backyard to flicker.  Then it was over and Fiona felt drained.  She had collapsed to her knees her loose hair framing her face in a dark curtain as she looked at the ground.  Slowly Fiona reached up and moved her hair out of her way.  When she did she let out a gasp.  The once comical looking doll had changed.  It now resembled a naked Grant down to the finest detail.  Slowly Fiona reached forward and nearly dropped it when she realized it was warm to the touch and the clay felt like skin. 

“Well done, child!  And on your first try.  With your power and natural ability you could become a very powerful witch!” 

Fiona flushed with pride, “thanks Gran.  What should I do with this now?”

“Oh, there are all sorts of uses.  But since your husband likes sticking his dick where it doesn’t belong, I’d suggest cursing him with impotency.  Then there’s a jinx for bad luck that’s always been a favorite of mine.”  

For a second Fiona stared in shock at Gran’s use of coarse language and then what she’d said penetrated Fiona’s brain.  “Those sound perfect!  Let’s see him screw his little whore when he can’t get it up.  Can you show me how?”  Fiona said with an evil giggle. 

“Of course, my dear, of course.” 

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“Mr. Wilson, I know this is a bad time but I need to tell you something.”  Samantha said.

“Samantha, I’ve got to go meet my lawyer, can this wait?”

“Sir, it’s my mother.  I just found out that she fell and broke her hip.  She can’t get around and needs someone to help her.  I’m taking my two weeks’ vacation and flying back to Minnesota I’m sorry about the short notice.” 

Grant paused to look at the busty red-head, god she’s hot, he thought and realized that it had been months since he’d had sex.  Then he felt a surge of anger at the obviously photo-shopped pictures Fiona’s lawyers were using to say that he’d cheated on Fi with Samantha.  He’d asked Samantha about them and she didn’t know who was in them either and she swore that she’d never done anything like the things the people in those photos were doing!  Grant believed her which just made him more confused and angry. 

“That’s fine Samantha, uhm, I’m sorry to hear about your mom, I hope she gets well soon.”  Grant said trying to focus on something besides his problems. 

“Thank you sir, it’s really weird.  My mom runs every day and teaches ballet I’ve never seen her do anything clumsy.  Yet somehow she slipped and fell.” 

“I suppose accidents can happen to anyone.”  Grant replied trying to sound supportive. 

“In the middle of a dance class while walking across the smooth dry dance floor?  She said it was the strangest thing all at once she got vertigo and when she lost her balance and when she fell she wasn’t able to break her fall.  When her hip hit she said she could hear the bone breaking.”  Samantha closed her eyes with a shudder. 

“I’m sorry Samantha, look, don’t worry about work.  Just help your mother get better.” 

“I guess, uhm, . . . I’ve already called a temp agency and they’ll be sending a girl over Monday morning to cover for me while I’m gone.” 

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Grant was having a terrible day.  It had started out poorly when he’d woken up without his usual morning wood.  Ever since Fiona had thrown him out and he’d gotten his cheap apartment the one thing he could count on was greeting each new day with a sure sign of his continuing virility.  This morning had been different and no matter how much he coaxed and played with it his cock had refused to respond.  This was doubly frustrating since he felt horny but couldn’t get any satisfaction.  Then things had gotten worse.  He’d cut himself shaving, burned his tongue on too hot coffee and now Samantha had left for two weeks.  Grant climbed out of his Porsche and slammed the door before turning to head up the law office and heard a ripping sound even as he felt a tug on his coat. 

Grant looked back and saw that his suit jacket had caught in the door and ripped.  Cursing he opened the door only to see that his five hundred dollar suit was ruined.  What did I do to deserve all of this bad luck?  Grant thought as he walked up to the law office. 

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“Oh, Gran you should have seen the look on his face!”  Fiona said as she pushed open the door to Gran’s shop. 

“So you had a good meeting dear?”

“You bet!  I’ve never seen Grant so out of sorts.  He looked like a total klutz and when he picked up the papers he was supposed to review he even got a paper cut!  If that impotency spell is as good as that bad-luck jinx he’ll not be having sex for a long time!” 

Fiona’s golden laugh was a counter point to Gran’s cackle.  However Gran’s laughter turned into a wracking cough.  Fiona rushed over patting Gran on the back and offering to get her some water. 

“No, that’s alright dear, it’s just age catching up to me.  I was just enjoying your good mood and I forgot how hard it is for me to laugh.”  

“I’m sorry Gran.  Is there anything I can do to help.” 

“You’re already doing more than you know, child.”  Gran said with a strange expression.  “Now are you satisfied?  Is your vengeance done?” 

Fiona’s features darkened as she stood up and moved away from where Gran sat.  “I don’t know.  I guess I still find it hard to believe that he cheated on me.  I wish there was a way I could know for certain.”

“The pictures aren’t proof enough?” 

“Gran, you should have seen Grant and that Samantha person at last week’s deposition.  They were both so convincing.  They claimed they’ve never had sex with each other and that the pictures must have been faked or photo-shopped.  I almost believed them.” 

“Perhaps there is a way child but are you willing do what’s needed?” 

“Gran, I’d do anything to know for certain.” 

“Then come back tomorrow at six.  This spell is beyond you and I need time to get it ready.”

“What are we going to do?”

“Patience child, you need to work on becoming more patient.  Now since the night is young why don’t you fill these old ears with more stories about your childhood?” 

Fiona flashed a smile at Gran when she said this.  It had become a sort-of-game with them.  Gran traded knowledge on magic and the occult with Fiona for stories of her life.  Fiona settled into her seat and thought for a second, while sipping Gran’s awesome tea. 

“So last time we talked I described college.  Would you like to hear about high school?”

“That sounds perfect dear.”  Gran said. 

Unbeknownst to Fiona Gran had slipped a crystal out of her pocket and sat it on the counter between them.  As Fiona talked the crystal started glowing a faint red as its magic went to work. 

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“Carlos, are you ready for your next job?”  Gran asked the tall biker when he stepped into her shop.

“Gran, I’ve done this twice now.  When will my debt be paid?”

“Carlos, you raped and murdered two young girls, I had to erase memories, cause bodies vanish, and change official records.  If I hadn’t you’d still be in prison.  I think you owe me more than a couple of photo-shoots.  Besides, from the way you were begging me not to stop last time I’d have thought you would be looking forward to another chance to be a woman.”

At this Carlos dark skin reddened and a shudder went through his body. 

“Gran, please don’t make me do this.”

“Carlos, dear, you’re shaking, what are you afraid of?”

“Every time you do this to me, a part of me likes it.  Likes being a girl, . . . I . . . I found myself looking at a hot babe in sexy lingerie on TV and instead of thinking she was hot, . . . I . . . caught myself wondering how it would feel to wear the lingerie!  Please Gran no more.”

At his confession Gran grinned her yellow smile, “Carlos, I spent a lot of time and effort making sure that Samantha was out of the way and you want to interrupt my plans just because you’ve discovered that you like being a woman?  Now, enough of this, go to this address.  Drink this potion and then put on the sexiest clothes you can find.  When I come by, in the male body I’ve been using, you need to pretend to be Samantha and seduce me while I pretend to be Grant.  This is very important Carlos; you can’t call me by any name other than Grant.  We’ll pretend that we’ve been secret lovers for over a year now, oh, and you’ll need to make fun of my bitch wife Fiona.  Can you do that?” 

“I can do the first part, but I’m a terrible actor.  Why do you need me to pretend?  Will you be filming us again?” 

“Yes, but you won’t be able to see the cameras.  Don’t worry, I think I know of a way to improve your acting.  Just go to the address drink the potion and put on something sexy, I’ll do the rest.” 

Gran’s irritation was clear in her voice and Carlos felt a shiver of fear run down his spine.  At the same time his body was already reacting to the idea of being a sexy woman.  Carlos looked down at his already rock hard cock and then back up timidly at Gran. 

“Sure Gran whatever you want.” 

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Fiona looked in the mirror unable to believe her reflection.  Instead of her normal dark hair, pale face with delicate features she was staring at Grant’s reflection.  She had returned to Gran’s today at six just like Gran had asked and she’d been amazed to learn that Gran had brewed a transformation potion.  All she had to do was go home find one of Grant’s old hair brushes and use a hair to transform into a copy of Grant.  Now she could go over to that bitch Samantha’s and pretend to be Grant.  It should be simple to figure out if they were lying.  Fiona’s mind raced, if Gran had the power to change her into a perfect copy of her husband, even if only for a few hours, could someone else have set the whole thing up?  No Gran had explained that the potion was very difficult to brew and took a great deal of power.  There were only a dozen witches in the United States capable of making a potion like this.  Now Fiona wondered if Gran had a hand in all of this but as soon as the thought crossed her mind she dismissed the idea.  Gran was her teacher and her friend.  She’d been just as surprised by Grant’s unfaithfulness as Fiona and if anything Gran had counseled moderation.  No, Grant was a man, and men cheat on their wives it happens all the time.  Only this time Fiona had the power to know for sure and to take revenge!  As she had this thought Fiona felt an unfamiliar twitch in her groin. 

Fiona pushed back from the sink feeling her penis swing around.  This was suddenly impossibly erotic and she started getting hard.  This made her chuckle with Grant’s deep voice, after all one shouldn’t use female pronouns when describing male body parts.  Then the chuckle turned into a laugh when Fiona realized that she could at this moment ‘get it up,’ but Grant was stuck with a flaccid lump of flesh between his legs and an active libido he could do nothing to satisfy!  The idea that she was more of a man than Grant was followed by Fiona wondering what it would be like to have Grant helpless under her control, to dominate and take him as she saw fit.  Fiona had to shake her head to drive away these strange thoughts.

“What’s wrong with me?”  She wondered out loud.  At last with her thoughts under control Fiona went to the master bedroom and the walk-in closet.  There were plenty of Grant’s clothes in the closet.  He’d been unable to pack everything in his hasty departure and Fiona hadn’t seen a reason to send them over to him.  She had planned to donate them to a thrift store but was glad that she’d never gotten around to it.  Soon Fiona was dressed and ready to leave.  Samantha’s address had been included in the packet provided by Gran’s P.I. so she had no trouble finding Samantha’s apartment.  Once she got there Fiona hesitated.  Was she really sure she wanted to go through with this?  After all tricking Samantha into thinking she was Grant was wrong and suddenly she felt awkward and unsure of herself. 

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Gran looked up from her scrying bowl with a yellow toothed smirk.  There was no way she was going to allow Fiona to chicken out now.  Particularly since her plans were coming close to fruition and she was getting low on transformation potion.  Gran reached over to a doll that looked just like Fiona, in fact it had transformed into a copy of Grant when Fiona had but Gran could tell by touching the doll that it was still Fiona that it was connected to.  Gran gently rubbed the doll’s forehead and whispered;

“Courage and curiosity, courage and curiosity, courage and curiosity, so mote it be.” 

At the tingle of response Gran set the doll down and picked up the doll that now looked like a perfect replica of Samantha.  As soon as she touched it Gran knew that it was Carlos’s doll and it was merely a reflection of Carlos current form.  With a groan Gran settled into a cross legged position and lifted Carlos’s doll to her lips.  She kissed the top of the dolls head and then put the doll in her lap resting each of her hands over the dolls. 

“Same-to-same, like-to-like, my spell must find thee

Same-to-same, like-to-like, my spell doth bind thee

Same-to-same, like-to-like, with my spell I see what you see

Same-to-same, like-to-like, with my spell I hear what you hear

Same-to-same, like-to-like, with my spell you say what I say

Same-to-same, like-to-like, with my spell you move as I command

SO MOTE IT BE” 

Power rippled out from Gran’s withered body and when she opened her eyes the irises had gone completely white. 

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Fiona walked up the steps to the apartment where Grant’s secretary Samantha lived.  She had sat for over ten minutes in the parking lot debating whether or not to go through with this charade.  In the end she decided that she needed to know the truth and climbed out of the car and headed up to the apartment.  She hesitated for a second and then rang the bell.  When the door opened Fiona gasped.  Samantha stood there; all five foot five inches of her dressed in a green teddy her breasts nearly bursting from the top.

“Ah, lover, I thought you’d never get here.”

Samantha reached out and grabbed Fiona by Grant’s tie and pulled her forward into a kiss while reaching out with her other hand to grab Fiona’s cock.  Fiona was too startled to resist and the next thing she knew she was in Samantha’s apartment.  The sound of her zipper being pulled down temporarily brought Fiona back to herself.

“Um, Samantha don’t you think we should talk?  I mean I’m going through a divorce so we need to be discreet?  Right?”  Fiona thought desperately.  There was no longer a doubt in her mind Grant was sleeping with Samantha so all she needed to do was escape. 

“I’ve been waiting for this for days and you want me to be discreet?”  Carlos replied in Samantha’s sultry voice, shocked as the words came unbidden from his mouth.  Just as he’d been shocked when he’d grabbed this guy Gran was pretending to be and started kissing him.  This must be what Gran meant when she said she’d take care of my acting problem for me, Carlos thought, as he pulled Fiona’s cock free and in one smooth move swallowed the whole thing.

Fiona was so shocked when she felt Samantha pull her cock out that she froze up then Samantha started sucking on it and Fiona forgot everything except the sensations she was feeling.  She reached out and in desperation gripped the back of Samantha’s head more to help her keep her balance than anything else.  This seemed to drive Samantha to greater efforts as she worked Fiona’s shaft like a pro. 

“Oh, god I think I’m going to cum.”  Fiona said out loud startling herself with her deep masculine voice. 

Carlos nearly froze when she said this but Gran forced him to keep up the steady pressure and then when the ropy strands of cum started shooting down Carlos throat Gran made sure he suced down every drop.  

“Wow, that was amazing.”  Fiona said with a slightly dazed sound to her masculine voice.

“You’ve not seen anything yet lover.  That cold bitch Fiona didn’t have a clue how to keep her man satisfied.”

The red-head pushed Fiona onto her back and still holding Fiona’s cock in one hand using her other hand she slid her sopping wet panties to one side and settled onto Fiona’s pole.  The sensations were almost too much for Fiona, was this what men felt when they had sex?  She had never guessed that sex was so intense and so focused for a man. 

It took a second for Samantha’s words to penetrate Fiona’s hormone soaked brain but when they did a slow rage began to build.  Then her whole world receded until nothing except her iron hard cock being consumed by Samantha’s hot, tight, pussy existed.  Fiona forgot about everything except the animal sensations and the overwhelming desire to mate. 

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Fiona climbed up from the sweat drenched sheets and looked over at the clock.  She figured that she’d arrived at Samantha’s at around nine pm.  It was now one in the morning and her raging cock seemed to have spent itself at last.  She looked over at the semi-conscious form of her lover with a series of conflicting emotions.  Amazement, lust, and shame all bounced around tumultuously within Fiona.  If she hadn’t just lived through this experience she’d never have believed it.  Fiona had cum in Samantha’s mouth, pussy, and ass, the rougher she’d been the more Samantha had seemed to love it.  The woman was simply insatiable and Fiona’s cock had been up to the challenge.  In fact Fiona couldn’t remember the real Grant ever having such stamina.  The whole time, at least when she wasn’t begging Fiona not to stop, Samantha made comment after comment about how bad a lay Fiona was and how she didn’t know how to please a man.  These comments had driven Fiona to new levels of passion as the line between rage and sexual gratification blurred.  At last a change had come over Samantha she’d shivered as though she’d just woke up from a dream.  She looked up with large blue eyes tears leaking from the corners and begged Fiona to stop.  Seeing how tiny, vulnerable, and helpless Samantha was had driven Fiona insane with lust.  Fiona had rolled Samantha over and taken her from behind glorying in dominating Grant’s woman.  There was something primal and masculine, about taking your rivals mate!  This time Fiona and Samantha came at the same moment, screaming out loud as their bodies convulsed. 

“Oh, God, I wish you could do that to me forever.”  Samantha had whispered and then a look of horror had crossed her face. 

“I, . . . that was . . . the best sex I’ve ever had,” Fiona said in amazement.

Samantha rolled away hugging a pillow to her chest.  Fiona hadn’t been able to help herself, her emotions were very confusing so she climbed into bed spooning Samantha and tried to think.  Now on the verge of exhaustion Fiona felt as though she were about to fall asleep yet for the first time, since she’d stepped into this apartment, she was able to think clearly.  So this was what Grant had been doing every night he’d been working late.  He’d come home to her and pretended he loved her while screwing this little sex kitten on the side.  Well let’s see how Grant likes it when his little lover doesn’t want to see him anymore.

“I think I’ve had about enough.”  Fiona said sitting up and moving away from Samantha.

“Uhmm, me too, why don’t you get back into bed you can stay here tonight. ”

“Because I’ve got no more use for you.” 

At this Samantha’s eyes popped open and she sat up holding the pillow in front of her naked breasts as she looked at Fiona.

“What?” 

“It’s been nice, I mean you’re a great fuck, but I need to move on to something more meaningful.  I’m done with you.”

At this Fiona stood up and started putting her clothes back on.

“You think you can just come over here and fuck me and then leave like this?”  Carlos said amazed as once again words came out of her mouth without her control.

“No, you’re right that would be inconsiderate of me.” 

With that Fiona pulled out Grant’s billfold and dropped a hundred dollars on the bed. 

“You can consider this severance, you’re fired.” 

Fiona grinned fiercely at the feminine screech that followed as he hurriedly ducked out of the apartment.  He barely got the door closed before he heard the sound of something crashing into it and shattering.  Yup, that should put an end to Grant’s relationship with the superhot, super-sexy red-head.  If Fiona was lucky she’d file a grievance against Grant with the union about being fired. 

Gran released her spell on Carlos with a sigh.  That had gone better than she’d hoped.  The way Fiona had reacted to her taunting and then when Gran had given control back to Carlos, Fiona had completely broken him.  The best part, for Gran, came when without any prompting from her Fiona had broken up the woman she thought was Samantha, her husband’s lover.  It didn’t matter that there wasn’t a relationship between the two of them Fiona believed there was and she’d used magic to dupe, screw, and then wreck her soon-to-be ex-husband’s relationship.  Gran could almost feel Fiona’s soul growing darker.  It had been completely delicious!  Oh, yes, both Fiona and Carlos were coming along nicely.  This caused Gran to start laughing which once again turned into a cough and then the cough became a rasping hacking wheeze that went on and on. 

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“So how did it go?”  Gran asked Fiona pausing to take a sip of her coffee while watching Fiona drink the tea she’d come to enjoy so much.  

“Oh, Gran the spell was perfect.  I was able to confirm they were lovers and have been for more than a year.” 

“So you’re satisfied that divorcing him and taking his company is the right thing?” 

“I feel sorry for the employees, but yes this will hurt Grant in so many ways.  The company was started by his Granddad so he’ll be devastated when I force them to sell it off.  Oh, and the best part is that I also broke up, or rather ‘Grant,’ broke up with Samantha.  By the time that impotency curse, I put on Grant, wears off Samantha will have moved on to someone else.” 

“Is your vengeance satisfied?” 

There was a long pause and at last Fiona looked up, “yes and no.  I mean he hurt, betrayed, and humiliated me, but I’ve taken a lot from him.  I’d like to kick his ass but he’s much bigger and stronger than me.”  She said with a laugh. 

“Well there is a way to make you bigger and stronger.” 

Fiona laughed at that, “yeah, been there done that.  No, I think we’re even.  I just want to put this whole thing behind me and focus on the future.” 

“In that case I’m happy for you.  Now if you’ve the time to indulge an old woman, the last time we talked you were describing your relatives.” 

Fiona laughed and launched into a story about a family reunion from when she was ten and her Aunt had been trying to boil a turkey and set the garage on fire.  As she spoke Gran once more pulled out the crystal and sat it on the table.  Its soft malevolent glow went unnoticed as Fiona stared glassy-eyed into the distance. 

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It was nearly midnight when Carlos climbed the steps to Gran’s living quarters.  The clump of his boots sounded resigned and the once angry, aggressive, biker seemed a shell of his former self. 

“Ah, Carlos, why so glum?” 

Gran’s greeting sent a shiver through Carlos and he could barely look up to meet Gran’s eyes. 

“What will it be tonight Gran, the red-head or the brunette?  Do you need me to set up cameras again?”  The defeated sound in Carlos’s voice along with an undercurrent of desire sent a shiver through Gran. 

“You’re not still upset about the other night are you?  You told me you couldn’t act so I arranged for you to get into character.  Besides before it was all over you were in control and if I remember right you loved it!” 

Carlos looked down unable to meet Gran’s gaze his scared cheeks coloring.

“Now you’re just making me mad, do you want to make me mad Carlos?” 

“No Gran, I don’t want to make you mad.” 

“Then be honest and admit you loved being a woman and can’t wait for another chance!” 

“But I don’t Gran, I’m a man, just give me a chance to prove it.”    

“Carlos, I can tell when you’re lying!  But just to change things up your role tonight will be that of the aggressor.” 

At Gran’s words Carlos looked up heart racing.  “What are you saying?” 

“I’m saying you get to keep your cock and that you get to use it.  Prove that you’re a big tough man and perhaps I’ll release you from your debt.”

With that Gran held out another potion her wicked yellow toothed grin causing her face to wrinkle.

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Fiona heard a car pull into the driveway and looked out the window in time to see Grant walking up the front porch steps.  Her heart fluttered, why was he here?  Had he just come from Samantha’s was he here to try to beg his way back into her good graces?  Well if he was she planned to give him a piece of her mind.  Fiona raced to the front door and opened it just as Grant lifted his hand to knock. 

“What do you want?” 

“Damn woman you look good.” 

Fiona was taken off guard by Grant’s unusual candor.  “Why are you here?”

“I’m here to patch things up.”  Grant said with a leer. 

“I think it’s a little late for that.”

Fiona never saw the punch coming.  Suddenly the world seemed to explode and she was reeling back. 

“Oh, it’s never too late when true love is involved.  Spread your legs bitch cause we’re about to get busy!

********************** 

“Gran, its Fiona I need your help.” 

“Child what’s wrong, has something happened?” 

“Can I come over?  I . . . I don’t feel safe.” 

“Child, are you crying?  What’s wrong with your voice?  Of course you can come over.” 

“I, . . . I . . . oh God, Gran, Grant was just here, and, . . . he . . . he . . . raped me.” 

“What?  Oh child I’m so sorry can you make it here?” 

“I’m such a fool.  Grant came by and I let him in the house, . . . and . . . he . . . he’s a monster!” 

“Do you need me to come get you? 

“I can drive, I’ll be there soon.”  

“If you’re sure, just get over here and ol’Gran will take care of you.”   

“Thank you, Gran, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

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“Mr. Wilson, there’s a police officer here to see you.”  The temp said. 

Grant looked up from the spreadsheet he was reviewing to see the somewhat older mousey woman who was filling in for Samantha hold the door open for a pair of police officers.  Grant stood up to his full height and walked around the desk extending his hand to meet the officers. 

“What can I do for you?”

“Grant Wilson?”

“Yes?”

“You have the right to remain silent” the first officer said as the second grabbed ahold of Grant and roughly turned him around.

“What?!  I don’t understand, what’s going on?”  Grant said.

The second officer snapped handcuffs on Grant’s writs. 

“You have the right to remain silent.”

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?”  Grant shouted.

“You have the right to an attorney.”  The officer continued as a small crowd of Grant’s employees started to form in the outer office.

“If you cannot afford an attorney one will be appointed for you,” the first cop droned on. 

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“This isn’t possible!  I’d never rape anyone and the last person I’d hurt is Fiona!” 

Grant looked across the table at his lawyer.  The man was older and looked at Grant with a neutral expression. 

“The forensic evidence is conclusive.  The hospital did a full work up and your semen was found in Fiona’s vagina.  You two obviously had sex the only question is the circumstance.  Was it willing?” 

“No!  Fiona and I haven’t had sex in months.  I don’t know what happened but I didn’t see her last night.  I was working late!  The lab must be wrong.” 

“Because of the seriousness of the accusation and the genetic material we are in a very difficult position.  I’ll talk to Fiona’s lawyers and see if we can’t work out a deal.  But for now you’ll have to stay in jail.” 

Grant’s mind was reeling and then inspiration struck.  “Security!”

“Excuse me.”  His lawyer said.

“I was working until nine p.m. I had to arm the security system in my office and there is a camera on the door where we exit the building.  I can prove I was in the building until 9.” 

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Fiona looked across the kitchen table at Gran the bruising around her eye had mostly faded to yellow.  Gran was furious with Carlos, her instructions had been explicit!  He wasn’t to harm Fiona!  If her face was permanently scarred Gran would make the rest of Carlos days a living hell!  Fiona sipped her tea and as she did the palpable aura of furious power faded a little as she calmed herself.   

“Gran, they held him for less than twelve hours before that high priced lawyer he hired got him out!  I get raped and he sits in jail for less than twelve hours?!  How is that fair?  How is that just?!”

“Oh, my child, it isn’t fair or just.  I’m so sorry this happened to you.”  Gran said using all of her self-discipline to sound sincere. 

“Gran, what happened to the impotency spell we worked on him?  How could he even do this to me?”

“Fiona, as you know most spells wear off over time.  Your impotency spell probably lasted a week or two and then it faded.” 

“I want to make him pay!  I want him to hurt like he made me hurt.  Exactly like he hurt me, is there a spell that I can use?” 

Gran looked steadily at Fiona as if measuring her and then said, “yes, Fiona there are several spells that might work.  What do you have in mind?” 

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Grant stood in the empty parking lot staring at the empty building where he’d hoped to build a life for himself and Fiona.  Everything had been going so well until a few months ago when Fiona had started hanging out with that weird occult group.  It was like she’d become a completely different person.  Now he’d been accused of infidelity, of posting pornographic material on the internet without permission, and the last straw had been the accusation of rape.  Hell, he still couldn’t even get a hard-on how in the world was it possible that he raped someone?  Grant shook his head, even though he had it bad he at least still had bank accounts filled with resources.  His employees didn’t and they were going to suffer as long as the business dragged on. 

“Damn it, Fiona, how can you do this to innocent people who depend on this company for their livelihoods!”  

There was the sound of car tires screeching and a van came racing toward Grant.  He quickly moved to put his Lexus between him and the van.  Fortunately the van stopped and when the doors opened Grant was surprised to see Fiona and a very large and dangerous looking guy.  The guy was bald and had several prominent tattoos.  However Grant was more interested in Fiona.  She was wearing black leather and looked extremely hot in a dark sort of way. 

“Fiona, what are you doing here?” 

“Looking for you.”

“If you wanted to talk I’d have met you anywhere.”

“I don’t really want to talk to you Grant.”  Fiona said and reached into her leather jacket and pulled out what looked like a doll.  She made a quick gesture over the doll and said, “sleep.”

Abruptly Grant felt his whole body tingle and then a wave of drowsiness hit him and the last thing he remembered was the gloating smile on Fiona’s face as she looked down at him.

“Oh, darling, you are going to pay now.” 

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Grant tried to blink as consciousness slowly returned to him.  He tried to rub his eyes and discovered that he couldn’t move his hands where were firmly held above his head.  He blinked a few more times and as his vision cleared he realized that he was sitting in a small room on a worn blanket.  The room was mostly barren there was an old fashioned mirror in a stand directly across from him.  To Grant’s left well out of his reach was a small wooden table and stool.  Overhead there was a light bulb burning casting the cell in stark relief.  Grant didn’t need to look into the mirror to see that he was naked with some kind of rubber ball gag in his mouth.  He looked down and saw that his feet were shackled to a pair of chains locked into a set of grommets drilled into the concrete floor.  The chains pulled his legs apart at a sharp angle causing his hips to ach with the strain.  As Grant took stock in his situation he realized that he had to pee.  Time seemed to drag and at last Grant couldn’t hold it any longer.  The sensation of relief when he allowed himself to pee was followed by the strong smell of urine and the warm damp feeling that spread through the blanket under him.  Last was a feeling of helpless fury and humiliation that Fiona and her friends could do this to him. 

Enough time passed for the piss to cool and for Grant to start to shiver and then the only door to the cell banged open with a loud report.  When Fiona stepped into the cell Grant’s heart raced at last he’d have a chance to talk to her.  God she’s beautiful, Grant thought, and he realized that despite everything he still loved her. 

“Hello Grant.”  Fiona purred.  “How do you like your accommodations?  Not exactly the Ritz but for our purposes it will do.” 

Grant struggled to move, he tried to talk around the gag but nothing came out. 

Fiona laughed, “did you have an accident?  Ah, you’re so cute when you’re scared.  Well you should be after what you’ve done to me.  You might have gotten away with everything except for one small miscalculation.  You see, I’m a witch and as it turns out a very powerful one.  I’m told I might be the most powerful of my generation.”

At this Fiona glared at Grant and her hair started to stand up on its own and her eyes took on a red glow. 

“So now you get to be the first to feel the wraith of a newly awakened black witch.  You should feel honored.  After all if not for you I wouldn’t be the woman you see in front of you, but we’ll change all that here in a minute.” 

Fiona’s slightly mad-laughter filled the cell. 

“For a long time I thought I’d get revenge by turning you into a copy of me and then raping you just as you raped me.  Then I realized I had other, more interesting options.” 

With that Fiona pulled a phial of golden fluid from a pocket and sat it on the floor well out of Grant’s reach.

“I don’t suppose that you’d be a good boy and drink that if I asked you too?”

At Grant’s growled response Fiona sighed.  “Well I can’t say that I’m sorry you forced me to use this.”   She then pulled out a doll that was an exact match of Grant. 

“You know the interesting thing I’ve learned about free will is that it can’t be taken away completely.  However, for short periods of time it can be locked down and the body of the person in question can be controlled.”  

With that Fiona made a gesture over the doll and chanted something Grant couldn’t catch.  When she finished Grant’s whole body tingled for a minute and then everything sort of went numb. 

“Now you’re under my power, for a few minutes at least.”  Fiona said picking up the potion and walking over to Grant.  Without ceremony Fiona pulled the ball gag out of Grant’s mouth and put the potion to his lips. 

“Drink” she commanded and Grant found himself eagerly guzzling the sickly sweet liquid. 

Once this was done Fiona stood back and watched.  At first Grant didn’t understand why then the cramps started.  First in his stomach but they soon spread to his chest and groin.  He felt his skin ripple and then he nearly screamed when it felt like his bones were moving around rearranging themselves. 

“Oohh, big strong man can’t take a few cramps?”  Fiona laughed. 

“What are you doing to me?”  Grant asked able to talk at last. 

“Changing you, all you have to do is look into the mirror and you’ll see.”

Grant forced his eyes open in time to see long dark hair spill out of his scalp and down his shoulders in curly waves.  Impossibly he watched as his chest expanded into a pair of large breasts and then, at a sharp cramp in his groin, he watched his pride and joy shrink pulling up into his abdomen.  Then the skin shifted around until a perfectly formed pussy had replaced his manhood. 

“What have you done?”  Even Grant’s new voice startled him.  It was high and feminine and he had a definite Latino accent. 

“I’ve thought about this for some time.  You see I considered turning you into a copy of Samantha for my revenge and then I thought about making you a copy of me.  But each of those ideas has drawbacks.  Then I hit on it.  I went down to the university and talked to the Latino club and offered a scholarship to any girls who’d enter the Ms. California competition.  From those girls I picked this body for you, all I needed was a couple of hairs.  This is much better than looking at my face or that slut of a secretary you hired although I must admit she was quite a fuck.  I may have to hit that again sometime.” 

“You’re crazy!  This is crazy, magic doesn’t exist!”

With that Fiona strode over to where Grant was shackled and grabbed a breast and squeezed it cruelly.

Grant yelped, startled as much as hurt.  Fiona’s move had been both swift and brutal, Grant tried to twist away. 

“If magic doesn’t exist then what are you feeling?” 

“I . . . I … I don’t know.”  Grant stammered trying to reconcile what he saw in the mirror and what he was feeling with what he knew he should be feeling. 

“Don’t worry babe, your education is about to begin.”

Fiona went back over to the small table where she’d left the doll that looked just like Grant.  He was surprised to see that the doll had changed just like he had and now it looked like an extremely hot, busty, Latino.  Fiona picked up the doll and turned around with an evil grin.

“You are always trying to talk down to me.  I think it’s time you talk like the little bimbo you resemble.  Oh, and from now on your name is Bambi.”

Grant felt a slight tingle but it was nothing like what he’d felt after the potion.

“So, tell me your name?”

“Like, you know my name.  We were like married for two years, I’m Bambi.”

Grant’s eyes widened in surprise and he shook his head long hair flying about.

“Like this isn’t possible, I told you my name is Bambi, . . . no I’m Bambi, like darn-it I’m trying to tell you I’m Bambi!” 

At Grant’s confusion and frustration Fiona let out a peel of wicked laughter. 

“Oh, darling we are going to have so much fun together.  But now it’s time to get a little kinkier, after all you like to force women to have sex.  It’s time for you to see what it feels like.”

“Like, I’ve never forced anyone to you know, like do it, against their will, like ever!” 

Fiona angrily picked up the doll and commanded.

“Silence, if you’re going to lie to me you can be silent.  I’ll tell you when you can talk again.  Now you’re feeling horny.  Every second that goes by your body becomes more and more horny.  This will continue until you cannot think about anything except getting a penis inside of your vagina.  Invoke!” 

Once again Grant felt a tingle wash over his body and in its wake he noticed that his nipples were standing up like two tiny cocks.

Oh, God, he tried to say but nothing came out. 

With that Fiona stepped back and slowly and seductively removed her clothes once she was completely naked she picked up another potion that Grant hadn’t noticed and drank it.  Once she sat the empty phial on the table Fiona doubled over with a cramp.  This would have given him some satisfaction except that the dull ache in his groin had become a fire that demanded his attention.  Grant tried to squirm around to rub against the blankets but the shackles and cuffs prevented him from getting any satisfaction. 

“Ah, are you feeling horny Bambi?”

Grant looked up briefly distracted from the raging needs of her body to see, himself!  One part of his mind realized that it must be Fiona in his body but another part, that part that was so focused on the insatiable arousal merely saw a man.  Grant lifted her hips pleading to be touched and Fiona laughed.

“Oh, my I think we are going to have quite a lot of fun.  If you want me to put this into your pussy you’ll need to start by sucking it.”

With that Fiona put her monstrous cock to Grant’s lips.  Grant didn’t even hesitate.  She was almost mindless in her need for relief and was willing to do anything to get it. 

**********************

Fiona walked into Gran’s living room wearing a silk robe to cover his nakedness and he radiated satisfaction.  Gran looked up from where she was reading an old leather bound book.

“So how did you’re vengeance go?” 

“Ah, Gran you should have seen him!  First I made him a bimbo who begged for it.  Then I made him fight me, hating every second of it.  Then we went back to bimbo mode.  Then I removed all the spells and gave him a choice.  I told him we’d have sex again and he could choose and he asked to be the bimbo!”

“Did you explain the trap you set for him, dear?” 

“Oh, yes!  I told him that the twelve ounces of potion he drank would leave him in that body for twenty four hours but if he got pregnant he would remain female until after the baby was weaned.  Oh, Gran you should have seen the look on his face!” 

“I’m sure it was delicious my dear.  And did you tell him that you put him into that body approximately twelve hours after ovulation?  Your marathon sex sessions are almost certain to result in pregnancy.” 

“Of course, I also mentioned that if for some reason he didn’t get pregnant we’d just keep on trying until he did.  I let him know that he will be the first in several hundred years to follow an ancient ritual.  I plan to have him give birth and get pregnant before the baby is weaned seven times.  Once that cycle is complete he will be a woman for the rest of his life!  I told him his old life is gone and he needs to accept his new one as my slave.”

“You do realize that there are only 6 ounces of potion left?  It will be a lot of effort if we need to brew more.  Or do you feel like you’re plan is complete.  Do you feel better, is your vengeance satisfied?” 

“Oh yes Gran, I’ve never felt so powerful or in control!  You’ll have to teach me how to brew this potion.  There are so many ways we could use it!” 

**********************

Grant wasn’t able to sleep.  His body hurt too much, he’d been a virgin before Fiona had fucked him and there was a deep ache in his hips and groin.  On top of the physical trauma Grant’s mind reeled with one impossible fact after another.  Magic was real!  Fiona was a black witch and she’d been torturing him for fun!  Grant’s mind couldn’t come up with any other explanation because the things that Fiona accused him of were impossible.  Grant rolled over feeling the awkward shifting of his heavy breasts with the movement and noticed that his right leg was still shackled to the floor.  His other three limbs were free and if he wanted to he could sit up and look into the mirror that was just of reach.  Fiona had left the light on when she’d departed explaining to him that she wanted him to look into the mirror from time to time because this was the view he’d see for the rest of his life.  Grant couldn’t resist a quick look at the ravaged Latino beauty, the woman looked so small and vulnerable, Grant’s mind rebelled from accepting that it was his reflection. 

Just then the door to the room creaked open and a small elderly black woman hobbled in.  She was bent almost double and seemed extremely frail, then when she turned around Grant recognized her.  Fiona had introduced him to her several months ago as “Gran.”  For several seconds they stared at each other.  

“I’m so sorry Grant, this is all my fault!” 

For a second Grant didn’t know what to say.

“Your fault?  How?”

“I wanted so badly to learn magic that I didn’t know what was happening and then that horrible, awful, evil old woman, . . . she, . . . she stole my body.  I’m your wife Fiona!” 

Grant sat in stunned silence and then without thinking about it moved into a sitting position pulling his knees up tight to his breasts and wrapping his arms around them. 

“That’s impossible.” 

The old woman hobbled forward and dropped to her knees just on the edge of Grant’s blanket. 

“Impossible?  Why because magic doesn’t exist?  Because people can’t be turned into other things?  Or have curses cast on them, or . . . or have their bodies stolen?  Grant look at yourself, she turned you into a woman and did, . . . things . . . to you.  Would I, . . . would Fiona, ever do that to you?” 

After a second Grant shook his head, long black hair swinging around.  “No the Fiona I know and love would never hurt anyone.”

“You see?  I can prove it!  She stole my body almost three months ago.  Then she tortured my by telling me how she planned to divorce you and take all of your money.  Ruining you and taunting me as she did it was her idea of fun.” 

At this Grant nodded, “yes, it all started just before that crazy divorce accusation.  But it’s so impossible.  She looked and sounded just like you, just like Fiona, a crazy Fiona, but still Fiona.” 

Seeing that Grant wasn’t completely convinced the old woman continued.  “Ask me any questions you like, things only Fiona would know!” 

Grant hesitated as though asking a question in and of itself was agreement that this old woman was actually his wife.  Then the feeling of his breasts being squished tightly into his thighs penetrated his brain.  Obviously the impossible was possible. 

“Where did we have our first kiss?”

“It was behind the sorority house in the little white gazebo on campus.  You were wearing a leather jacket and all I had on was a little sundress and I got cold.  You gave me your jacket and asked for a kiss as payment.”

“What happened the night I brought you home to meet my parents?” 

“You were super busy with school and work.  You picked me up late and forgot to get gas.  We ran out two miles from your parent’s house.” 

“Oh, god, Fi is that really you?”

Grant reached out with one delicate hand to touch the woman’s wrinkled cheek. 

“Yes, darling, it really is!” 

“What an evil old woman!  We’ve got to do something to stop her!  She can’t get away with this.” 

“I’ve got a plan.  But you’ll have to be brave and trust me.  You see every spell can be broken and every trap must have the possibility for escape.  You just have to know how.  I finally found it.  With your help I can break this spell and return my soul to my lovely young body and place that evil witch’s soul back in this old withered husk.” 

“What about returning me to normal?”  Grant said gesturing down at his naked body.

“For now there isn’t anything I can do.  That potion must wear off.  The witch bragged that she had given you 12 ounces so you’re stuck for 24 hours.  Luckily she only drank 3 ounces and has become a woman again.  She was exhausted and is up above the shop sleeping.  We need to get you out of this basement and up into the backyard.” 

“As you can see I’m not going anywhere.”  Grant said rattling the chain on her leg. 

“But I took the key.”

The old woman held up a small key and then moved forward and unlocked the cuff on Grant’s ankle.  For a second the two women looked at each other and then both climbed to their feet, one unsteady with age, the other trying to find her balance amongst the different proportions and the unfamiliar aches and pains. 

“Do you have anything I can wear?”

“I’m sorry Grant, I didn’t know she was keeping you naked.  However, once I’m young again I’ll grab some clothes and then we can take my Mercedes and be away from here forever.  We just need to perform the rite that will break this spell!” 

Grant followed the old woman through the basement cluttered with all kinds of unidentifiable objects in the dim light until at-last they reached a stair case that led up.  There was a landing half way up that allowed them to turn right and go into the house, the crone turned left and Grant followed.  She opened a door that was hidden on the outside by a pair of tall hedges, because of this there was almost no light.  The woman took Grant’s hand in her withered one and moved with sure footsteps between the hedges until they came out on a lawn lit by the full moon.

In the center of the lawn was a circle of concrete that must have been poured at some point in the last few years since it looked almost new.  A complex circle had been drawn on the concrete.  In the center of the circle there was a pair of objects that Grant couldn’t make out. 

“Watch your step!  Don’t mar any of the lines.  If we don’t do this tonight we might never escape and we don’t have time to fix things.”

Feeling anxious Grant was careful not to step on any of the chalk drawn lines and at last they made it to the center of the circle. 

“Now sit down facing me.”

Grant did sitting cross legged just like the old woman.

“This spell will take a while I’ll be chanting and drawing up magic for several minutes.   Once I’m done I’ll nod to you.  When I do you need to pick up each of these two dolls.  They may look and feel like they’re made of flesh but they’re actually made of clay.  Inside each doll is a pearl representing the soul of the person the doll is bound too.  Your job is to remove each pearl and then place the pearl from the doll that looks like me into the doll that looks like Fiona, and the witch’s pearl into the doll that looks like me.  When you do this my soul and the witch’s soul will move, just as the pearls did, into the body bound to the matching doll.” 

Grant looked down and recognized the two objects he’d spotted earlier as the dolls.  They looked just like the one that Fiona had used to control him. 

“That’s it?  That’s all I have to do?

“Yes, you are an innocent and the victim of evil magic.  When you move the pearls you are giving your consent to the exchange.  Symbolism is very powerful in magic and you, as the person in all of this who has been wronged the most, by moving the pearls are consenting to the exchange.  It is tremendously powerful symbolically and is the only way I know for this spell to work.” 

“What are they?”  Grant asked indicating the dolls. 

“They’re a type of magic-doll that uses the principle of similarity to cast spells.  They’ve been made popular by those that practice voodoo.  But they aren’t limited to voodoo.  These dolls have been crafted and bound to both of us.” 

“Fiona, . . . er, . . . the witch used one to control me earlier.”

“Yes, dear, they can be used for many types of castings.  Once we’ve completed this spell I’ll get your doll and we’ll destroy all three of them.” 

“Okay, but why do you need me for this?  Surely you could have used one of your friends.  Barbara or Shelia, they both believe in magic and would have helped.”

“I’ve been under a compulsion that has prevented me from telling anyone who I am until tonight.  The spell weakened to the point where I could break it.  But even if I could have gotten Barbara or Shelia over here to do the spell it wouldn’t have worked as well.  As I said symbols are important.  Your help means that once the witch is back in her body she won’t be able to take mine again, it gives me a measure of protection from her.  Please, Grant, honey, I’ll answer all of your questions later right now we need to do this.” 

At this Grant nodded and then reached over, feeling his breasts sway distractingly, to pick up the two dolls and place them in front of him.  One doll was the perfect image of Fiona, eyes closed asleep; the other was the old bent crone in front of him.  Its eyes were open and both dolls were warm to the touch. 

When the old woman started chanting Grant settled back on the cold stone to wait and watch.  At first nothing happened other than the droning on and on of the chant.  Then very slowly the lines of the circle started to glow an eerie green.  The chanting continued and Grant felt the hair that hung down to the middle of his back lift in response to the collected power.  Now when he glanced down at the dolls he saw that they were also glowing with the same eerie green. 

“Same-to-same, like-to-like, in the dark my power rises!

Same-to-same, like-to-like, under the moon’s light we are bound!

Same-to-same, like-to-like, by the hand of an innocent it shall be done!

Same-to-same, like-to-like, SO MOTE IT BE” 

At that the woman’s eyes flashed open her eyes glowed with the same green light. 

“Now, Grant, if you love me, if you want to be together again, do it now!”

“I love you Fiona!”

With that Grant pushed his slim finger into the chest of the figure of the crone.  He was surprised at how easily it sank in and after a second he found something hard.  He pulled it out to reveal a small round pearl completely black.  Grant looked up at the old woman who’d rescued him and claimed to be his wife and saw that she was frozen her body held ridged every muscle taunt.  Grant carefully sat the pearl down next to the figure of Fiona and then dug into the chest of the Fiona doll.  Again he found something round and smooth and pulled out a pearl.  This one was a little different.  In the clear light of the moon Grant saw that it was not the solid black of the other pearl but blotchy and ugly.  There were parts that were all black but also parts that were grey and even a small patch or two of white.  For a second Grant wondered if this was important, then he caught sight of his breasts and thought back to what the witch had done to him.  There was no way that was Fiona! 

“Time to finish this,” Grant said softly. 

He took the all black pearl and pushed it into the chest of the Fiona doll and then closed the clay up over the hole.  In less than as second all sign that there had been a hole disappeared and the doll was once again a perfect copy of Fiona’s body.  Now Grant picked up the ugly blotchy pearl and pushed it into the body of the crone sealing the hole behind it as well.  Again the magic took effect and in a second there was no trace that a hole had ever existed. 

Abruptly there was a crack of thunder and the lights went out.  The green glow that had filled the area with light was gone and it took several seconds for Grant’s eyes to adjust to the darkness.  When they did he saw the unconscious form of the witch crumpled to one side.  For a second he wondered if the spell worked and then the back porch light came on.

The back door banged open and the figure of Fiona practically danced down the steps from the apartment over Gran’s shop.  In no time at all she was kneeling in front of Grant and grabbed each side of Gran’s face and kissed him.  For a second Grant wanted to fight the kiss since it somehow didn’t feel right to have his wife kissing another girl.  But he gave in to it, lost in the sheer joy emanating from the woman in his arms. 

“Oh, Grant, believe me when I say that you’ve no idea how good it feels to be young again!  I can never repay you for what you did tonight!” 

“Well, you can start by helping me finds some clothes and then taking me home.”

“Of, course darling, but first things first, we have to take care of the witch here.”

“What are you going to do to her?”

“This is a sleep potion, tilt her head back.  Once she drinks this she’ll be out for the next 12 hours.  That will give me time to get you home and then come back here and do a binding.  Once she can’t touch magic she won’t be able to hurt us.” 

With Grant’s help they got the potion into the crone and then the two of them carried her into the house and up to her bedroom above her shop.  After that finding Grant some clothes was a snap. 

“Look Grant, I’ll drop you at the house but I’ve got to come back.  The witch is powerful and I need to make sure we’re safe.  I’ll be home as soon as I can.” 

“What do you mean you’ll be home?  Aren’t you dropping me at my apartment?”

“Of course not, I’m dropping you at our house, unless you want to divorce me.  After all of this I wouldn’t blame you.” 

For a second Grant wanted to scoop Fiona up into his arms but at the moment he was shorter than her and his arms looked like pipe-stems. 

“I’d like to move back in, but I think we need to take things slow for a little while.  There are also some legal matters.  Divorce papers, a restraining order, and rape charges, Fi, we’ve got a lot to work through.” 

“I understand, but I plan to drop the rape charges in the morning and if you want I’m willing to stop the divorce as well.  Maybe we could go to counseling?” 

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After Gran dropped Grant off she drove to Denny’s and ordered a cup of coffee and a large meal.  The ritual had taken a lot out of each subject and she was starving.  While waiting for the food she went into the ladies restroom and looked at the gorgeous face of Fiona staring back at her.  This time when she laughed she didn’t have to worry about having a coughing fit.  When she’d been young she’d never been very pretty and Fiona’s body was so much more powerful than hers had been even at this age!  Gran lifted her hand and summoned a fairy-light, the instant response and the glowing red dot told her that she’d picked well.  By the dark goddess Fiona hadn’t deserved this body or the power that came with it!  She had warned Fiona about the consequences of blackening her soul, now this hot little body and life belonged to her.  Gran turned from side to side enjoying the slim waist and full bust reflected in the mirror.  Oh, yes, it is quite a body, she thought.  In addition to being young and powerful Fiona had a large trust fund that was no Gran’s and a rich husband who truly adored her!  Gran had never had success finding a mate.  Even when she’d been young she’d had to use magic to get men to sleep with her.  Perhaps she should spend a few years with Grant and see what it felt like to have a baby?  With Fiona’s youth and the spells she knew to slow the ageing process Gran figured it would be another hundred years before she’d have to do this again. 

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It was almost 2 am by the time Gran had returned to her house and finished the ritual needed to bind Fiona’s powers in her former body.  Now she began to systematically remove all of her books on magic, grimoires, scrolls, components, totems, loci, talismans, crystals, potions, and the precious magical dolls.  The doll of Carlos, Fiona, Grant, Barbara, Shelia, and Gran all went into a special brief case that Gran locked.  There was a ritual she could perform to break the bond between the doll and its subject but it had to be done just right or bad things could happen.  Once all of this was done Gran drove to the pre-paid storage unit on the other side of the city and opened the lock on the one she’d been using for years.  It didn’t take as long to unload all of the items as it had to find and load them from her house.  By this time the sun was starting to come up.  But Gran didn’t feel sleepy, no, she felt full of the energy and vigor of her now youth.  Instead she headed back to her former house, time to wake up the new Gran, she thought with a wicked grin. A grin that displayed Fiona’s perfect white teeth and made her delicate features seem even more beautiful. 

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Fiona was groggy she’d had the strangest dream.  In it she’d dreamed that her soul had floated up away from her body and down into Gran’s backyard.  There she’d spotted Gran sitting in the middle of a glowing circle.  There had been another woman sitting in front of Gran but before Fiona got a good look she was sucked down and into Gran’s body then the dream faded into darkness. 

“God, that was the strangest dream.”

Fiona realized there was something wrong with her voice.  The pitch was off and her throat was dry.

“Oh, do tell?” 

At this Fiona tried to open her eyes and she realized that everything ached.  Her vision was a little blurry and it was hard to see even with the bright light coming into the room from an open window.  She reached up to wipe her eyes but everything felt off. 

“Gran, is that you?  Your voice sounds strange.” 

“Oh no, I’m not Gran, not any more that is, look over this way.” 

The voice was coming from her right so Fiona looked that way and froze in shock.  Sitting there in tight jeans and a khaki blouse was a woman who looked just like her.  For a second she was in shock this wasn’t possible.  

“Gran is that you?  Did you take some potion and turn into me?  I thought you said that you were almost out.” 

“No, I haven’t used a transformation potion.  And yes, there are only a few ounces left.  But don’t worry I stored it in a safe place and packed the cauldron away.” 

“But if didn’t transform into a copy of my why do you look just like me?”

“I don’t look anything like you, my dear.  Here take a look in the mirror.” 

With that the young woman picked up a hand held mirror and brought it over to Fiona.  When she looked into it she saw Gran’s face staring back.  Brown skin mostly wrinkled, long nose that came to a point almost touching her chin.  The right eye had a cataract explaining why Fiona had such a hard time seeing and Fiona saw that her hair was thinning so much that she noticed several bald patches. 

“No, no this is impossible.  You’re playing a joke on me, you took a dose of potion and gave me one while I was sleeping didn’t you?”

“Ha, ha, hahahaha, . . . I just love the look on your face.  Of course not, think you stupid girl, would you have slept through the transformation?  No, last night I used a spell to take your body.  You had finally blackened your soul to the point where you were no longer protected.  Don’t you remember me telling you that if you used magic for revenge you could blacken your soul?  And that if you blackened it enough you’d lose your natural protection from magical predators?  Well, you didn’t listen and now you’ve no one but yourself to blame!”

The confused and stunned look of disbelief on Fiona’s face caused Gran to start laughing again.  “You’re such fool!  You see there are only a couple of situations where a witch can take another person’s body.  Consider this your next to last lesson in magic!  If two witches agree there is a spell that lets them trade bodies.  If both witches are evil with blackened souls then it can be done without consent provided the hand of an innocent helps.  And it can be done with powerful blood magic, but that requires the consent of the sacrifice.” 

“Wait, are you telling me you helped me get revenge only because it allowed you to steal my body?”  Fiona asked her voice filled with horror. 

“Now you’re catching on.  Although let’s do a little test, shall we?  Tell me your name?”  Gran asked with a sweet smile.

“You know my name, I’m known as Gran, … I … I didn’t mean to say that I meant to say I’m Gran!  By the powers, what have you done to me?”

“Now, Gran please cast that fairy-light spell I taught you several months back.”

Fiona reached out and started chanting and nothing happened.  At the surprised confused look on Fiona’s wrinkled face Gran started giggling again and clapped her hands together in delight. 

“Oh, this is too perfect.  Both bindings are working flawlessly.  You will find that you are compelled to make everyone, believe that you are Gran.  Oh, that body’s real name is Florence Brown, and you’re a spry 132 years old.  You’ve been using magic to slow the aging process but old age has finally caught up to you!  The second binding prevents you from touching magic.” 

“This can’t be happening, I trusted you, you were my teacher!” 

“Sweetie, I was never your teacher.  I was always planning to steal your youth and power.” 

“You’ll never get away with this!  My friends, my relatives, they’ll start to wonder why I’m acting differently and they’ll be confused when you don’t remember things I would know!”

“Hahahahaha . . . .. you are so naive, why do you think we spent so many hours talking about your life and past?  You didn’t think it was because I cared about you did you?  I used a spell that allowed me to live each of your memories as you talked about them.  I know more about your life than any other person!  I can’t wait to taste your mother’s apple pie.  Even though I’ve never had it the memory of it is quite delicious!”   

Fiona sat there stunned.  She remembered talking to Gran about her past; she’d shared things with the old witch she’d never shared with anyone!  As she realized this, tears started to leak out of her old rheumy eyes. 

“Wait you said an innocent had to help with the ritual, who was your innocent?”

“Why, your very own Grant, dear.” 

Fiona’s jaw dropped.  “He wasn’t innocent, he cheated on me, he, . . . he raped me!”

“No dear, Grant never cheated on you.  With a little help from someone who owed me a favor and the transformation potions, you enjoyed so much, I staged it all.  Grant never raped you that was someone else wearing Grant’s form.  All the things you did to Grant, you did to an innocent person.” 

Fiona shook her head as though the acting of indicating ‘no’ would roll back time and un-do the things she’d done.  Gran reached over with strong young hands and gripped each side of Fiona’s face forcing her to look into her former green eyes. 

“He now hates you so much that he was happy to put you into that body and me into this young beautiful body.  Oh, and I scryed him last night.  Your attempt to get him pregnant failed.  I plan to go to the police tomorrow and drop all charges and stop the divorce.  I’m young, this body has needs and I feel like a little romance.  I’m sure I can make Grant forget what happened here and all about you.  In a few weeks you’ll be nothing more to Grant than a bad dream.  We’ll be back living together as husband and wife, but don’t worry I’ll take good care of him!”    

With that the new Fiona stepped away from the old woman who was shaking and crying on the bed.  The young woman reached out with her ethereal senses and tasked the agony and despair the other woman was feeling. 

“Ah, delicious!  Well Gran time to go, I hear Grant has quite the libido in the morning.” 

“Noooo, please . . . no” the former Fiona fell out of her bed and crawled painfully after the younger woman. 

The new Fiona looked down on the old witch on the floor and sighed.

“Your last lesson, in magic, I must tell you this, there is almost always a way out.  As long as you’re alive there’s hope.  You’ll never get this body back, I’ve made sure of that, but I’ve left a spell and a way out.  If you can find it and figure out how to use it, then you’ll be able to escape that body.”    

At this the old woman, now Fiona, looked up with a gleam of hope appearing in her eyes. 

“Ta-ta.”  With that the now young witch skipped down the stairs thinking of what she would do in the bedroom with Grant.  >>

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THE END

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EPILOGUE

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Fiona sat behind the counter having just sold some herbs to one of Gran’s longtime customers.  It was late in the day and she was bone weary and depressed.  Fiona had tried to spend the day after Gran’s betrayal in bed, but the compulsion had forced her to get up and open up the shop.  That first day had been the single longest day of Fiona’s life.  She had thought her worst day was the day she’d discovered Grant had cheated on her, but that was nothing.  Gran’s betrayal and theft of her life dwarfed her previous anguish because the one was the cause of the other.  Once the day was over Fiona returned to her living area and spent the whole night crying.  Several times she considered killing herself.  The only thing that stopped her was Gran’s last comment.   

“. . . there is almost always a way out.  As long as you’re alive there is hope.  You’ll never get this body back, I’ve made sure of that, but I’ve left a spell and a way out.  If you can find it and figure out how to use it, then you’ll be able to escape that body.” 

Fiona had spent every free moment for the last week searching for that spell.  Just then the bell over her door rang and in walked Barbara, Shelia, and “Fiona.”  All three were wearing cute dresses and carried bags indicating they’d been shopping.

“Hi, Gran, we stopped by for our Saturday lesson.”  Barbara said with a sunny smile.

“Oh, is it Saturday already?”  Fiona found herself saying.

“You say that almost every week Gran!”  Shelia said coming over to give Fiona a hug.

“You don’t need to tell me Gran, I already know, turn the sign to closed and come into the back.”  The new Fiona said.  “Ohhh, could you show Barbara and Shelia that glamor you showed me last week?  You know the one that allows us to change our whole appearance?  I know it’s just an illusion but it’s so cool!” 

“Since I already showed you why don’t you demonstrate for your friends?”  Fiona found herself saying.  Before long Fiona found herself sitting in Gran’s usual spot watch her former body; rage, jealousy, and longing all at war inside of her while on the outside she pretended to be the pleasant old lady Barbara and Shelia thought she was.  The torturous session seemed to go on and on and then it was over and Fiona was hugging her former friends’ goodbye.  The new Fiona gave her a hug last and whispered into her ear, “you did great today!  If I didn’t know better I’d have thought you were always a little old lady, it suits you much better than me!” 

Fiona wanted to scream but only patted the young witch’s back and said, “that’s nice dearie.  Now will you three be visiting ol’Gran next week?” 

“Oh, yes, absolutely!” Barbara gushed from the doorway. 

Once they’d left Fiona sat down shaking with rage and frustration.  This compulsion to act like Gran should eventually wear off.  But by the time it did she’d be so thoroughly stuck that there wouldn’t be a point.  Since the shop was closed Fiona thought she’d go out back and search the yard.  After more than an hour of fruitless searching Fiona went into the house, her whole body ached and it was a chore just to climb the stairs. 

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It had been a month since she lost her body and Fiona could tell her current form wouldn’t make it much longer, she figured she’d be in an assisted living home within six months.  She had been forced to give lessons on magic to her former friends every Saturday and then one day Barbara and Shelia had come by and asked to take her out to lunch.  They’d gone to the country club and while having lunch Fiona had spotted the witch and Grant sitting at a secluded table.  They were holding hands and kissing, Fiona had felt her eyes start to tear up and Sheila seeing the look had glanced over at the happy couple.

“Oh, isn’t it wonderful?  Grant and Fiona are back together, it’s like nothing ever happened.  I sometimes feel myself tearing up when I see them like this as well!”  Shelia said misunderstanding the reason for Fiona’s tears. 

“But what about the rape, how can she forgive him for that?”  Fiona asked remembering how her friends had reacted when she’d told them about it.

“Rape, Gran what are you talking about?”  Barbara asked.

Fiona glanced back and forth between her former friends and realized that Gran must have used some kind of spell to make them forget.

“Oh, never mind, I was thinking about someone else.  You’ll have to excuse this old lady, once in a while my mind plays tricks on me.” 

“That’s okay, Gran I just hope when I’m your age I’m as sharp as you are!”  Shelia said. 

As they were leaving Fiona thought she heard something and stopped when Barbara and Shelia stopped and turned.  There was Gran waving and hurrying toward them. 

“Gran, what are you doing here?”  The new Fiona asked with an open smile.

“Barbara and Shelia came by and asked me to lunch.  How could I say no?  Did you do something to your hair?”

“Yes, keeping it so long was a pain and I wanted to try a new style.  You know sort of go for a new look, to reflect a new outlook on life.  Do you like it?” 

Fiona wanted to screech, NO!  Even though the new, shoulder length, style really framed her former face practically making it glow. 

“Yes, dear, it really shows off your cheek bones.”  Fiona heard herself say. 

“I’m so glad you like it, but that’s not why I’m so glad you came to lunch today.  You see I’ve got some great news and this way I can tell all of you at once.” 

“Tell us what?”  Barbara asked, catching onto some of the new Fiona’s bubbly excitement. 

“Grant and I are pregnant!  Can you believe it?  I’m going to be a mother after all these years and it’s all thanks to you Gran!”

Each of the younger women hugged and the only thing that kept Fiona from clawing out the fake Fiona’s eyes was the compulsion.  Instead she smiled and said, “I’m so happy for you dear.” 

“What did Gran do to help?”  Shelia asked breathlessly while wrapping a strong arm around Fiona’s now frail body. 

“Well, as you know Grant and I have been trying for a while, Gran gave me some herbs to drink every night and next thing you know I’m pregnant!”

“That’s so great, Gran you’ll have to mix up some herbs for me too!”  Shelia said. 

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When Fiona got home she flew into a fit of rage throwing and smashing everything she could until overcome with exhaustion she collapsed onto the floor crying.  It just wasn’t fair that should be her carrying Grant’s baby.  At last she got up and made a pot of the soothing tea Gran had shown her how to brew.  After she’d achieved a detached sort of calm she decided to go through the mail and pay a few bills.  One bill caught her interest.  It was for a storage unit on the other side of town.  Feeling curious since Gran had to have taken all of her magical paraphernalia somewhere Fiona decided to take a look.  The next day she closed her shop early and rode a bus over, since Gran had lost her license years ago, and found the manager.  Fiona explained she’d lost her key and the manager after confirming her identity and cut the lock on the unit.  When she opened it Fiona found an empty space with one small briefcase sitting in the middle.  Not wanting anyone to see what was inside Fiona rode the bus home before she opened the case.  She carefully sat it down on Gran’s kitchen table and then with shaking fingers opened it.  Inside was a single six ounce potion and a note. 

“Since you’re reading this note you must be adjusting to your new situation.  Congratulations, you’ve found the one spell I left for you, no need to thank me, after all you’ve given me so much!  I thought this was the least that I could do.  The potion will give you at least twelve hours of relief from the aches and pains of old age, potentially more.  Use the potion well!  - - G”

Fiona stared at the potion for a long time.  Gran had never taught her how to brew them so giving her one potion was a perfect torture.  Then a thought occurred to her, the trap she’d planned for Grant.  She could take the potion and try to get pregnant.  In fact the only thing that Gran had left when she’d taken all of her magical items was the set of envelopes with the bits of hair she’d been using for her spells.  Fiona could become the Latino girl!  Seven pregnancies later and she’d have a new body and life.  For a long time Fiona stared at the potion feeling the irony of the trap.  Then she raised a hand and chanted trying to cast the fairy-light spell.  When nothing happened for several minutes Fiona gave up.  She had a choice she could walk away from Gran, her friends, and her old life she could use this potion to start a new life!  Or she could use it for revenge!  Slowly Fiona clenched her fists. 

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Gran parked her car a block from Carlos’s apartment.  She had been watching him for the last several weeks and knew that he was ready.  Reflexively she looked up at the full moon, already up, and it was only 8 pm.  Before she left her car she cast a glamor that caused her features to blur becoming those of her original body.  She looked into the mirror and was satisfied with the illusion.  She may look 90 but she still felt like a girl in her twenties! 

Gran slid out of the car and went up to the apartment and knocked on the door.

“Who’s there?!”  An angry voice shouted.

“It’s just Gran, but I can come back later if you’re busy.”

There was the sound of footsteps and the door jerked open.  Carlos stood there in a pair of stained boxers looking down at her.  He was slightly wild looking around the eyes and had lost quite a bit of weight. 

“Did you find someone?  Did they agree?”

“May I come in?”

“Of course,” Carlos said stepping back.

Once Gran was in the apartment she turned to Carlos with a disapproving look.  “You look awful.  Go take a shower and put on some decent clothes.  Tess will be here soon and if she finds you looking like that she may change her mind.”

Carlos protest died before he could voice it as the meaning of Gran’s comments penetrated his brain.  Without another word he hurried into the bathroom and started the shower.  By the time he’d cleaned up and returned to the living room Gran was sitting on the couch talking to a young, thin, average looking black girl with small breasts and a worn looking face.  Carlos could barely contain his excitement.

“Hi, I’m Carlos.”

“I’m Tess, well that’s not my real name but it’s the one I use.”

Carlos nodded not really paying any attention to what she said.  Before he turned to Gran, “can you do the spell now?” 

“Yes, my dear I can but perhaps you should learn a little about Tess’s life before you agree to swap.  After all I told her everything I could remember about yours.”

“I don’t care, once I’m Tess, if I don’t like her life I’ll just start a new one.”

At this Gran looked at the world weary girl, “do you agree?”

“Well, it would be nice if his place was a little cleaner and if he had a job, but yes I agree.”

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“Wake up!”

Carlos felt someone shaking him and tried to open an eye, god his head hurt!  Then he remembered what Gran had been doing with her magic.  Carlos forced his eyes to open and sat up.  Then looking up Carlos felt his mouth drop open when he saw his body standing a few feet away looking down at him!  Carlos hands flew to her new ebony features and she explored her now smooth cheekbones with her new thin fingers. 

“It worked?”

“Of course it worked,” Gran said from across the room.

Carlos looked at Gran as she moved spryly to the door.  Gran must be feeling good today Carlos thought before dropping her hands to her breasts.  Just before Gran left she looked back at the two of them and said, “remember each of you now owe me.  There will come a time when I collect.” 

They both nodded in agreement. 

“So are you interested in trying out that new body?”  Carlos asked.

“Not at the moment, right now, I’d just like you to leave.  Your purse is over there, and I wrote the address where you live on a piece of paper.  I called you a cab, so the sooner you’re gone the happier I’ll be!”  The new Carlos said looming over the smaller girl. 

“Alright, alright, I’m out of here.”  Carlos said in his new feminine voice.  She stood up and realized for the first time really noticed the clothes she was wearing.  The tight halter top and satin shorts that felt like they’d been glued on and, along with the four inch heels, made Carlos feel like a hooker.  Even so her joy at being female at last made all of this irrelevant.  Carlos took her time getting to the cab, only stumbling once.  The cab took her to an even worse part of town, down by the docks, and let Carlos out on a street corner next to a rundown building.  Carlos climbed out not sure which way to go and, for the first time, she realized something that most women learn early in life.  She was a small, weak, female, in a seedy part of town, and the street wasn’t a safe place for her to be at night all alone. 

“Tess, where da hell have you been, I been look’en all over for you!

Carlos turned around and spotted a large black man coming toward her.  At last Carlos street smarts kicked in and he recognized Bobby.  Bobby was a pimp who’d hired Carlos a couple of times to rough up some guys that owed him money.  He was acting like he knew ‘Tess’ which meant that Tess was probably a whore!  Before Carlos could say anything Bobby grabbed her by the arm and started dragging her toward the rundown building.

“Get yo ass move’n girl, dar are customers want’n to party with you!”

No wonder Tess had been so eager to trade bodies, Carlos thought, horrified as the reality of her situation hit home.  She was probably an underage runaway, probably hooked on drugs, and had most likely been forced into prostitution.  She’d been willing to do anything to get out. 

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Fiona lay in the bushes watching her former house.  At the moment she felt better than she had in a long time, she was young, strong and filled with masculine vitality.  She had considered changing into a copy of her former body and seducing Grant in the hope of getting pregnant.  The problem was that Gran had cut her hair and Fiona didn’t have any fresh clippings so she wouldn’t be able to match.  The other problem was that even if she had sex with Grant there was a good chance she wouldn’t get pregnant, in which case after twelve hours she’d return to Gran’s old body.  Besides if she couldn’t have her life then she was going to make damn sure Gran couldn’t have it either.

Fiona’s heart rate picked up as she saw Grant get into his car and drive off.  As soon as he was out of sight she took off at a run for the house.  Fiona had thought this form was the best for the job today.  She was wearing Grant’s body even though the clothes were from a second hand store she hoped it would fool Gran long enough for her to act.  The long kitchen knife she’d taken from Gran’s house was tucked behind her belt within easy reach.  Fiona tried to open the front door and found that it was locked so she knocked and then stepped to one side out of plain view.    

The door opened slightly, “hello is someone there?”

Fiona snarled and ripped the door all the way open with one hand while punching Gran in the stomach with her other hand.  This swift assault caused Gran to stumble back into the house. 

“Now, you evil old witch, I’m going to show you the meaning of vengeance!”

With that Fiona pulled out the knife and started walking slowly toward the doubled over Gran.

“Fiona?  Damn it I’m pregnant, you might have hurt the baby.”  Then Gran looked up, while holding both hands protectively around her stomach, and saw the knife and the look on Fiona’s face.

“If you kill me, you’ll also be killing Grant’s baby!  An innocent baby Fiona.” 

“You think I care about some unborn brat?”  Fiona spat to one side.  “I’ll kill both of you, leave Grant’s finger prints on the knife and then duck out.  No one will believe that a little old lady like Gran could do what I’m about to do to you!”

With that Fiona took another step toward Gran.  However, instead of the terror Fiona had been expecting the woman looked at her with a cruel delight. 

“Ah, your vengeance was so predictable.  DON’T MOVE!” 

Fiona tried to take a step forward and found she couldn’t move. 

“You just don’t learn do you?  I’ve been prepared for this, I still have the doll you’re bound too; do you think I wouldn’t have taken precautions?  Do you think I haven’t been scrying you?  How else was I supposed to enjoy your pain?  You really are a stupid girl.  I knew you’d take your one chance to escape and use it for vengeance.” 

With that Gran got up and tugged the knife from Fiona’s fingers. 

“You know, you turned out even better than I expected.  You could have used that potion to try to escape instead you used it for vengeance.  You no longer care if you hurt an innocent baby.  A six months ago you never would have, for any reason, hurt a child!  You were also willing to frame Grant who never hurt you! Hahahaha, my darling you are such a pathetic wicked thing.  Hear me well, you are now Gran, by your choice until the day you die!” 

Fiona struggled to say something but the spell didn’t allow her to speak. 

“Since you’ve only got a few hours I suggest you enjoy them.  Go down to the bar on the waterfront where all the bikers and prostitutes hang out.  Get as drunk as you can and look for a black prostitute who goes by Tess.  Take her and a cab back to your hovel and screw her until the spell wears off.  Don’t ever come back here!  INVOKE!”

Fiona felt a shiver as the spell compulsion took hold.  Then she felt Gran release her and she fought as hard as she could but she slowly turned toward the door.  The last thing Fiona heard before the door closed behind her was the sweet sound of Gran’s laughter. 

Fiona struggled against the compulsion every-step until she got her first drink.  After that she realized that she had indeed lost everything.  She’d had a chance at freedom, an opportunity to escape and instead of taking it she’d tried once again to get vengeance!  The horror of her situation made her want to scream instead she took another sip of whisky.  Then Fiona heard a sweet soft voice, “hi, I’m Tess, I hear your looking for a party girl?” 

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 EPILOGUE

THE END

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