Alan's Comeuppance
Copyright© 2026 by Honey Moon
Chapter 4
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Alan tricked Alice into the back seat of his 1939 Dodge Luxury liner. The blonde struggled excitingly. When she cried out for her mother to save her, another woman appeared! He learned why a mortal should never force a WITCH! The gorgeous redheaded mother stole his penis and gave him a vagina! If he refrained from climax for 24 hours, he would be restored. If he succumbed, he would become a complete woman for the rest of his life! If a man made him orgasm, he would share that fate!
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Fa/ft NonConsensual Hermaphrodite Futanari Magic Incest Brother Humiliation Group Sex Anal Sex Cream Pie Oral Sex Pregnancy Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Body Modification
Standing petrified in the living room, Alan looked up in terror. Was that the front door? Good God! If that was mother and father, what the hell could she do? She got back on her feet, and whimpered as she almost slipped on the warm slimy fluid running down her legs and rapidly pooling around her feet.
To make matters worse, a bottle of whiskey flew from her father’s study. Alan was mesmerized to see the bottle just hanging in mid air. Of course it was the damn witches somehow propelling it! The stopper left the bottle. Before she could react, the open neck of the bottle forced itself into her mouth. The whiskey burned as it flowed down her throat. She felt a tingling all over as the magic increased her metabolism for just a moment. In seconds, she was staggeringly drunk!
Invisible to mortal eyes, the witches watched as Alan staggered into the entrance way and went to the door. Ariel waved in her direction, just as the door opened. The memory alteration had begun! A handsome older man and a rather strikingly good looking middle aged woman entered.
“I don’t know why you felt the need to rush.” The man said as he closed the door behind them. “Taking a taxi home from the station at nearly three in the morning is not my idea on how to end a vacation! I just hope the bags arrive tomorrow!”
“Cook will see to them. Gretchen is a very responsible woman. I’m glad we did rush! I know what I just saw, Henry.” The woman said angrily. “It was that no account Paul Anderson, climbing out of your study window!”
“Paul Anderson?” Alice whispered to her mother. The mortals couldn’t hear her, but she still felt compelled to be quiet. “Who is Paul Anderson?”
“Just a figment, is all. A phantom. A nobody.” Ariel giggled. “We need a virile male to take the blame. Now hush. Let me watch!”
“Mildred, you know I never liked that lad.” The man said stiffly. “Always sniffing around our Alana!”
“Alan is a very handy name.” Alice said with a grin. “It only takes a single letter to feminize.”
“Alana!” Mildred screamed as she took in the startling sight before her. Her beautiful first born was dressed, if you could call it that, in only a cheap cloth coat that was far too small to keep her modest! Her nose wrinkled. She smelled alcohol, and something else. Being a happily married woman with a healthy attentive husband, she knew full well what the smell was. She even saw the unmentionable substance shimmering wetly on her legs, and pooling around her daughter’s feet! “What did you let Paul do?”
“Paul?” Alan asked, wondering why mother had called her Alana. Was the woman drunk? She grinned a big cheesy grin. “Paul didn’t do nothin’! Uh, who’s Paul, anyway? Is he a pal of William’s or somethin’?”
“Don’t you lie to your mother! I know full well that Paul is the man you’ve been mooning after lately!” Mildred snapped. She stormed up to the scantily clad woman and grabbed her arm. Just by chance, a string of pearls somehow slipped from the pocket of the tightly fitting coat and fell into the spreading puddle. “My best pearls!”
“Mother, what a splendid touch!” Alice said in appreciation. “That sure strengthens the case against Alan!”
“Daughter, that was not me!” Ariel laughed. “I know not how they came to be there. It was perfect though. Look how the pearls nearly match the color of that mess! I wish I had thought of it. Now hush!”
“We interrupted the scoundrel!” Henry bellowed. “Not only did your daughter let him have his way with her, but she was using your jewelry to help support the lazy no account as well! Thank Goodness it was only your pearls the little sneak thief stole!”
“Father?” Alan slurred. “I, I don’t steal!”
“Henry?” Mildred said softly. “I, um, was there more than one man here? The amount? That, uh, seems to me ... Oh, I can’t say it!”
“Alana!” Henry barked. “How many men did you allow to defile you?”
Things may have turned out differently if she could think! As it was, Alan’s mind was too befuddled by the whiskey. She had been defiled all right, by those damn witches! Alice yesterday, and Ariel today! It was her disgusting kid brother that sealed her fate and made her permanently a woman! Unwisely, she spoke up to rat on her brother.
“One!” Alan she proclaimed, with a laugh, followed by a hiccup. She tried to think straight, but she hadn’t been this drunk in months! She held up a finger and grinned at the trouble her brother would soon be in. “That damn pansy William ruined me!”
“Who the hell is William?”
“Up stairs.” Alan said with a foolish grin. Boy was her kid brother gonna get it now! She waved in the general direction with an empty whiskey bottle. “You know who William is! He thought he could prove he wasn’t no pansy by doin’ me! Ha! He managed to do me but good, but he’s still a pansy in my book!”
“Dear God! A man is upstairs? My baby! Wilma, is she safe?” Mildred stormed away and ran up the stairs. “Mother’s coming, baby!”
“Young lady, you disgust me! Get yourself cleaned up and go to bed!” Henry growled as he turned his back on her. “I will speak to you in the morning!”
The angry man followed his wife. The couple was completely unaware of the invisible witches passing them on the stairs. The mother and daughter watched as Henry reached the door of his youngest daughter’s room. He found it locked, with the old iron key broken in half and laying on the floor.
“Your work?” Ariel asked curiously as she moved silently and unseen to get a closer look.
“I thought it appearing that Alan had locked the bedroom from the outside, would go a long way in showing William is an innocent.”
“Daughter of mine, you really are a genius!” Ariel grinned. “Such a flair for the dramatic! Of course, that too you get from me!”
“Hurry Henry!” Mildred cried. “Break it in! My baby may be hurt, or worse!”
“Stand back!” Henry threw his shoulder against the door. With a splintering crash, he stumbled into the room.
“Wilma! Wilma darling!” Mildred cried as she rushed into the room. She went to the bed and tried to wake the sleeping beauty. The lovely blonde slept on, a serene little smile on her face. “Henry, I can’t wake her!”
“Has she been...”
“Look away!” Mildred drew back the bedding and gingerly lifted the hem of Wilma’s nightgown. She leaned forward and gently sniffed. All she could detect was a scent of clean soap, and healthy young girl. She lovingly tucked her slumbering daughter back in. “Oh thank God! She’s fine, I’m sure of it!”
Crossing to the other side of the canopied bed, Henry picked up a water glass. He sniffed the ounce or so of water left at the bottom. Then he put his finger in it, and touched it to his tongue. He grimaced, and put the glass back down.
“That glass was in Alan’s room.” Ariel whispered smugly as she nudged her daughter. “I can always sniff out a potion.”
“Good work, mother!” Alice laughed. “It seems that mortals can detect a potion, too! Now you hush! This is getting interesting!”
“Mildred, she’s been drugged! Alana actually drugged her sister! She must have stolen one of your sleeping powders!” Henry looked at the door he had broken in. “Thank God! Your daughter at least had the sense and compassion to make sure our baby was safe and unaware of her own sister’s debauchery!”
“My daughter?” Mildred said angrily. “I seem to remember that you had something to do with her birth!”
“No woman on my side of the family was ever such a loose immoral creature!”
“Are you saying mine were?”
“Of course not!” Henry said as he took his wife into his arms. “I just mean what you once told me about your aunt Betty.”
“We do not talk about that unhappy chapter in her life.” Mildred said primly. “Besides, the man’s divorce was finalized just in time. He married aunt Betty nearly a whole week before the birth. It was nothing like this!”
“Come dear. Let’s let Wilma sleep it off. I’m sure she will be right as rain in the morning.”
“Henry, what are we going to do?” Mildred sobbed. “What if Alana is, is, in ‘Trouble’ now? How will we ever face our friends?”
“Don’t you worry yourself over it, darling. I’ll take care of everything!”
Alan greeted the morning with bloodshot eyes, and a throbbing headache. She sat up in her bed. The lovely nightgown she wore did nothing to conceal the abundance of her cleavage. She sighed, and it tapered off into a sad little whimper. Her life was laying in a ruin around her feet. She would never be a man again!
“I’m Alana now.” She said woodenly as she sat up and put her feet on the floor. Memories came flooding back. After throwing up for what seemed like hours, it had taken her quite some time to scrub the crusting filth from her legs before staggering off to bed. It wasn’t just the headache that made her cringe. She could still picture the look of shock and disgust in her mother’s eyes. “Oh dear God! What will mother and father say?”
Slipping into the bathroom, she had to sit down to ease her bladder. Alana started to cry. Face in her hands, she sobbed heavily in mourning for her forever lost manhood. Returning to her room, Alana began to dress. It took some time. She knew how to wrestle a brassiere off of an uncooperative woman, but she didn’t know quite how to put one on.
When she finally managed to slip into a dress, she cringed again when she looked into the mirror. The brassiere molded her huge breasts into the most preposterous twin torpedoes! They seemed to defy gravity by pointing proudly forward. God help her, but that trashy look had thrilled her in the past. Now, her face grew quite red and she only felt embarrassment.
As she slowly headed downstairs, Alana hoped for nothing more than silence and a cup of strong black coffee. Taking a deep breath, she entered the kitchen. She did her best to try and act normal but when a lovely blue eyed cheerful blonde joined her, she was quite startled. What the hell did William have to look so happy about on this disastrous day?
William had woke up with a song in her heart. Why did the sunlight look so extraordinarily beautiful today? She looked at herself in the mirror and couldn’t help grinning from ear to ear. Her long hair was a tangled mess, but she was still just as pretty as the witches had made her!
Sitting at the vanity in her wonderful new bedroom, it all came so naturally. She hummed happily while she brushed her golden tresses until they gleamed. The witches had done such a wonderful job cleaning her up, and well, out, last night, that she felt totally fresh and clean. Hearing Alan return to her room, William headed for the bathroom. She giggled when she sat down and tinkled. Things were certainly different now, but she delighted in the change!
Back in her room, she selected a lovely tennis dress. The skirt would just barely covered her knees. How daring! William could not resist it. Slipping out of her nightgown, William began to dress. She had no difficulty figuring out her brassiere, and giggled at how it shaped her. Playfully sticking her tongue out at the two large firm bullets in her reflection, she giggled again.
“I think boys will really like me.” She said as she finished dressing. “I hope they do!”
Grabbing her tennis racket, she actually skipped from her bedroom. William headed down to see what was for breakfast. She paused at the kitchen when she saw Alan. Goodness! Her big sister looked beautiful, even though her hair was a frightful mess. With that figure, she could be a star! Why did she look so down in the dumps?
“Hello mother!” William said happily as she pushed past Alan.
“Wilma darling, are you alright?” Mildred cried when she saw her youngest.
“What?” William fought the strong urge to turn around and see who mother was talking to. Wilma? Why, that was her! “Oh, um, I’m fine, mother. How are you?”
“Terrible! I hardly slept a wink!”
“Hello mother.” Alana whispered.
“I am not ready to talk to you, young woman!” Mildred snapped. “Not after the shameful way you behaved last night!”
“What did she do?” Wilma asked, pretending she had no idea. “Did something happen?”
“Darling, I see you’re dressed for it. Go to the club and enjoy your tennis. Your sister has to have a long talk with your father.”
“Can I have some money for a taxi?” Wilma asked with a hopeful smile.
“No need, Darling. I took it upon myself to call that nice young Brian Fitzpatrick. He quite readily agreed to come and pick you up.”
“Mother!” Wilma gasped. She suddenly felt so warm and shivery, in the most pleasant of ways. “You didn’t!”
“Oh hush! He’s a fine young man, and I know his mother well.” Mildred sighed. “I know I can trust my good girl. Just be sure to be home by five.”
“Yes mother!” She heard a tap at the front door and her heart started to pound. “That’s him! Oh where did I leave my racket? I need my racket! Mother, you have to help me find it!”
“It’s in your hand.” Mildred smiled. Innocent young love was such a beautiful thing. “Have fun, my darling.”
Alana watched as William, no, Wilma hurried off. How could that damn pansy be so happy? How could she be so eager to meet a man? Was the pervert really that sick and deprived? How could she want to remain a damn woman for the rest of her life? She managed to hold back her tears. She wanted her penis back! She wanted to be a man again! She wished she had never met Alice!
“Go to your father’s study.” Her mother said sadly as soon as Wilma left the kitchen. “Do not keep him waiting.”
“Yes, mother.” Alana whispered.
Wilma smiled shyly as she opened the front door. Brian looked so sporty in his snow white tennis togs. Her heart thrilled when she noticed his intense eyes nearly flash as he looked her over.
“Good morning, Brian.” She said softly.
“Billie dear, It’s closer to afternoon.” He said with a smile. “Might I add that you are looking lovelier than ever?”
“You might.” Wilma smiled. Billie? She liked that! In her old life, everyone just called her William or Will. She felt like she was going to explode into a non stop round of joyful giggles, but managed to keep herself composed. “Shall we go?”
It made her feel so very special when Brian opened the door and then helped her into his lovely 1937 Bentley. When he circled around and slid in behind the steering wheel, Wilma couldn’t help notice. The fabric of his trousers pulled a bit over his lap as he moved. She nearly giggled again when she saw how there seemed to be quite a lot of Brian hidden from view. Her heart raced as she speculated on the delightful possibilities. As a good girl, she sure hoped Alice would visit tonight to help protect her reputation!
Alana heard Brain Fitzpatrick’s powerful machine motor off as she stood before her father’s study. She had to force her hand to tap on the door. What was he going to say? What was he going to do?
“Enter.”
“Good morning, father.” Alana managed to say as she entered the room.
“Your mother is heartbroken.” Henry said firmly. “I am disgusted. I never said a thing when you went out with a new man every damn night! I looked the other way all those times you came home late reeking of booze and god knows what else. I even forbid the maid to tell your mother, and paid the girl a huge bonus for her silence, when she found a used fish-skin on the floor under your bed! You have gone too far this time!”
“Father!” Alana gasped. True she had sneaked women into her room a few times in her old life, and she may have lost track of a fish-skin after use, but this? Father thought she was seeing men in her room! “I never!”
“Do not lie!” He bellowed. “We saw your deplorable condition last night! You positively stank of men!”
“Father!” Alana cried, realizing that she had blundered. Why hadn’t she claimed that she was attacked from the very start? The whiskey the witches had forced on her hadn’t let her think straight! It was too late now. Apparently as a woman, she had a reputation as a man eater! Nobody would believe it if she claimed to be an innocent victim now. She had to think of something, and fast. “I, I can explain!”
“Explain what? That you allowed god knows how many men to use you, raw, like some common street-walker in the red light district?” He looked embarrassed to know about such things. “I thought you had some modicum of common sense when I learned that you at least had your friends use fish-skins when you ‘entertained’ them! Now you have jeopardized the reputation of the entire family with your wanton shameful ways! How can you explain that?”
The words died on her tongue. Any talk of witches, or of being changed into a woman would only brand her as insane. She was in serious trouble. Then it hit. She was in serious ‘TROUBLE’! She had no doubt that the witches had told the truth. She was expecting three babies! What in god’s name would she do when her stomach began to swell? With three, there would be no way to hide the outrageous size her belly would attain. Father seemed to be reading her mind.
“I am giving you all the help I can.” he said with deceptive calm. “I am sending you on an extended visit to your grandmother. Your mother explained the situation to her. She likes it no more than we do, but sees it as her Christian duty to help. Your mother tells me that she knows, uh, that is to say, well, you and your sister are in step with her. Judging by your condition last night, she thinks that you may already be ... Never mind that! If you have your monthly visit, as your mother calls it, you can come home in a couple of weeks and we will never speak of this again. If not...”
“You’re throwing me out?”
“Just until you either marry whoever the father is, or put your bastard up for adoption. That choice I will leave up to you.”
“Father, no!” Then she felt as if her heart had filled with ice. She gasped when she realized exactly what she faced. “Grandmother does volunteer work!”
“Yes, at a Maternity Home!” Henry shouted angrily. “She and your mother assure me that there will be no trouble getting you a room there if you miss your time of the month.”
“Father, please! I’m fine! You’ll see!” Her heart ached at the lie, but she needed time to think! “Nothing happened last night! I promise! Ask William!”
“I will not ask the no account bums you whore yourself out to!”
“Ask Wilma!” She corrected. “Wilma will tell you the truth!”
“How dare you!” Henry was a mild tempered man, but he couldn’t help himself. Jumping up from his desk, he slapped his daughter’s face. “You drugged your sister and locked her in her room! I suppose I should be thankful that you at least hid your shameful ways from her, but I will not have you pull that angel down into the gutter with you!”
Before Alana knew what was happening, father was hustling her out to her Dodge Luxury liner. Mother was waiting there for them. Alana reached to open the driver side door, when her father grabbed her wrist.
“This is my auto!” Alana complained. “I should drive!”
“This is MY auto!” Henry said firmly. “I paid for it, and am still paying to insure it! Since my Jaguar only seats two, we’ll take the Dodge. Wilma will be free to use it as soon as she gets her license. When you get back, I’m sure she will be willing to take you to any respectable places you may wish to go. She is a good and trustworthy girl, after all. Now get in the back and be quiet.”
“Where are we going?”
“Alana, I love you dearly, but please.” Mildred said sadly. “Don’t make this harder than it need be!”
Alana sat in the back seat, as mother got into the car next to father. Part of her thought of the irony. The back seat was where this horrible nightmare started. She scooted to the other side of the seat, not willing to remain where she had been deflowered as a man with a vagina. Her heart sank when she realized their destination. They were headed for the train station.
“What? Not yet! Father, please no! There’s still plenty of time! I’ll be good! I promise! I’ll wear baggy clothes! I won’t go outside! Nobody will know!”
Her words fell on deaf ears. All in a daze, Alana watched as father opened the trunk and pulled out the suitcase mother had packed for her. She was rushed through the station. A ticket was purchased and thrust into her hand. In a matter of moments, she was on the platform with the ticket in one hand, and her suitcase in the other.
There was nothing she could do. She had no money on her, nothing she could pawn, and no idea what she could do. Her only option was to go to California, where grandmother would be waiting for her at the station. Sadly, Alana knew her final destination. After a couple of weeks to be sure, she would be packed off once again. The Florence Crittenton Home that grandmother self-righteously did volunteer work for would be her new address.
“Darling, if the worst happens, the nine months will fly by.” Mildred whispered, so as not to rouse her husband’s anger. “Well, maybe up to a full year. They’ll want you to wean the baby, and then you have to wait for some loving couple to adopt it. When you finally come home, you’ll be my good girl, and we’ll find a suitable young man to marry you.”
“I don’t want to marry a man.” Alana whimpered. She managed to stop herself just in time from uselessly proclaiming her manhood.
“What did you say?” Father asked through clenched teeth.
“Nothing! Nothing at all! I, I’ll write when I’m settled!”
“You may not be permitted to write just yet.” Mildred said with a sigh. She kissed her daughter’s cheek. “Mother promised me she would keep me appraised though.”
“Take care of yourself.” Her father said softly, his eyes filling with tears. He put a gentle hand on her shoulder. “I’m very angry now, but I do love you. Nothing will change that.”
As she sat in the compartment, Alana watched dumbly as her mother and father walked away before the train even started to move. Several men hungrily eyed her exceptional body. It made her feel so very nervous to be the center of male attention. Nervous, and warm in a not altogether unpleasant way. She couldn’t help a little smile. Alana almost giggled when the men, to a one, straightened their ties and slicked back their hair.
In an effort to protect herself from male interest, she ended up sitting with a group of nuns. She was sure that they somehow knew of her shame, and thought she saw pity in their kind eyes. Mother was oh so wrong. She was sure that the next nine months would prove to be the longest of her life. There had to be something she could do. She didn’t want to live in California with a bunch of other unwed mothers!
Wilma felt like she was walking on air when Brian dropped her off back home. He had kissed her when they reached the front door! Her heart was still all fluttery, and she felt quite warm in a region that Alice had made her very aware of last night. When they had kissed, Wilma could sense it. She guessed it was something all women could sense in such circumstances. Brian ‘wanted’ her! It was a godsend that she had the promise of help from her beautiful new friend. It would be so hard to remain a good girl otherwise!
“Hello mother!” She said happily when she found the woman drinking a martini in the living room. “Where is Alana? I want to tell her about my day.”
“Your sister is taking a trip with some friends.” Mildred said sadly. “She’ll be staying with them for quite some time.”
“Oh?” Wilma sighed. After last night, she suspected that the ‘trip’ was only a euphemism. Quite a few girls took long ‘trips’, that tended to last just a little over nine months. Thank goodness she decided that she would be a good girl! “I hope she enjoys herself.”
“Darling, do you like your young man?”
“Yes mother.” Wilma smiled shyly. “Very much so.”
“You be careful, do you understand me?” She sipped her drink. “I don’t think your father could take another day like today.”
“Yes mother. I understand. I’ll be very careful.” She lowered her voice to a whisper, thought of her friend Alice, and fibbed through her teeth. “I’m saving myself for my wedding night.”
“That’s my good girl!” Mildred smiled. “Darling, waiting will make it all the more perfect. Trust me. Now I’ll speak no more on the subject. You go get cleaned up. Your father is taking us out to dine, since cook won’t be joining us until tomorrow. We sort of left her behind in our rush yesterday.”
Dinner proved to be an occasion. Wilma noticed that father was far kinder and more attentive to her now, than when she used to be male. When mother and father danced, she accepted an invitation from a nice young man and had a couple dances herself. She had a wonderful time, and the young man was a perfect gentleman. Phillip Collins was sweet, but being in his arms only made her long to dance with Brian! Was this love? She smiled to herself. It must be!
Later that night, Wilma sat up in bed reading. Her secret books seemed to have vanished, but she didn’t mind. She no longer felt an urge to read them. Well, maybe a little. The thought of Brian spanking her made her feel so funny inside. Funny in a heart pounding and wonderfully warming way! Startled, she put down her copy of Ladies Home Journal when her window suddenly flew open.
Hunched down low on the wooden shaft, a naked Alice flew in, on a broom! It was so exciting to see. Wilma clapped her hands in delight when the broom reared up, and Alice settled lightly to her feet.
“That does tend to impress. It’s like training wheels on a bicycle though. Just you wait until I can properly fly without a broom!” Alice said with a giggle. “How was your day, honey?”
“Brian kissed me!” Wilma said excitedly. “Oh, and Alana is off on a ‘trip’.”
“I know. Mother made herself invisible, and rode with her to the train station. I think Alan, Alana, will long remember trying to force himself on me!”
“Alice, I can’t stop thinking about, well, did I mention that Brian kissed me?” Wilma blushed prettily. “I feel, um, sort of anxious. Mother and father are home though. Do you suppose that if we are very quiet, we can, um, you know. Like last night?”
“We don’t have to be quiet.” Alice whispered. Then she snapped her fingers and spoke louder. “Your room is now soundproof, and the door is firmly locked. Oh, and your parents are quite busy themselves. Even if they could, I doubt if they would hear us over their own moaning and gasping. Alan sure took after your father. I think the man is bigger than me! Your mother calls him her stallion.”
“Alice!” Wilma squealed. “Don’t tell me about that!”
“Why not?”
“Is that for me?” Wilma asked to change the subject from her handsome father and beautiful mother. Stallion? Oh my! She pointed at the witch’s massive erection. “Poor Alice, that looks so hard!”
“Tell me more about kissing this Brian.” Alice said as she stroked her hardness. “Did it make you want to do other things with him?”
“Oh yes!” Wilma whispered as she struggled out of her nightgown. “I’m a good girl though, and Brian knows it. He’s too much of a gentleman to try and force himself on me. Oh, I can’t wait until our wedding night so he can put a baby in my belly!”
“Well, I’m no gentleman, and we don’t have to worry about me giving you a baby.” Alice said with a wicked grin. “But tell me, honey. What would you say if I forced myself on you, right now?”
“Yes” Wilma said primly.
“Yes what?”
“I’d say yes.” Wilma grinned as she tossed her gown away. “I’d even say pretty-please, with sugar on top!”
Alice joined her friend in the bed. The two blondes embraced, and shared a very intimate kiss. The witch smiled when Wilma blushed. She kissed the mortal again, but noticed something was on the young woman’s mind.
“What is it, Wilma?”
“Alice, I have a question.” She took a deep breath. “Don’t get me wrong. I like boys. Brian is a dreamboat! It’s just that I think I still like girls too. I mean all girls. Not just pretty ones with boy parts!”
“Is that all?” Alice kissed her again. “Honey, even before I accepted your brother’s gift as my own, I appreciated the grace and beauty of the female form, as well as desiring male, um, companionship.”
“You did?”
“Long before I decided to go dancing with your brother, I was on quite friendly terms with several young witches.” She giggled. “A few mortal girls as well.”
“You, and girls?”
“Me and girls.”
“That’s more than a little, well, exciting!” Wilma gently grasped Alice’s hardness. “Have you shown any of them the new you?”
“Not yet. Mother is keeping me very busy.”
“You and your mother?”
“Does that shock you?”
“Heavens no!” Wilma lowered her voice. “I bet you two look so beautiful together!”
“I’ll tell mother you said so.” Alice said as she slipped a hand between the lovely mortal’s thighs. She gently touched Wilma’s day old womanhood. “Goodness! Young lady, you are soaked!”
“I keep getting like that. It started happening when Brian told me how beautiful he thinks I am.”