Chapter 1: Something went wrong

"Hey Dean, are you there?" I whispered it quite loudly into the dark night. My best friend Phil and I were meeting up with Dean and Lenny at the shed where we held most of our get-togethers.

A voice that I recognized as Dean's came back, "Yeah, that you T-man? Got Phil with you?"

I stepped forward with Phil in my wake, "Yeah we're both here. Is Lenny there already?"

A nasal voice answered, "Yes I am. So did you get the book you said your Mom has?"

I stepped into the shed and the light with Phil right on my heels. Dean and Lenny already stood there waiting for us. Dean had a plastic bag with a book from his Mom with him, while I carried an old leather encased book that I had borrowed without permission from my Mom. A few days ago we had been talking amongst ourselves. Somehow it had slipped out that both Dean's mom and my mom were witches who could do real magic. Phil and Lenny didn't believe us and dared us to show them. They wanted a demonstration before believing that there is something like magic. So here all four of us were, with the books that hopefully would contain a spell that we could do and show them that Magic did really exist.

Lenny got impatient and said to Dean, "Quick let me see what is in there."

Dean glared at him, "It's my mom's book, so I'll read in it. I don't want it damaged or anything. I'm in enough trouble as it is by borrowing it."

Then he opened his mom's book and started to read the various descriptions listed. I opened my Mom's book and started doing the same while our two friends kept looking impatiently at us. I was reading something interesting when Dean closed his book rather loudly. "There isn't anything interesting in this book." He exclaimed. "Just some things about changing colors, repairing damage and other useless stuff. How about your book T?"

I looked up from my Mom's magic book. "A bit more interesting I guess. There are some transformation spells in here."

Phil perked up, "What kind of transformations?"

Slowly I answered him, "I read something about turning people into animals, ugly SOB's, really good looking persons and maybe more interesting, changing boys into girls."

Now Lenny was interested as well, "Did you say girls?"

I nodded, knowing why he was so interested all of a sudden. All four of us never had much luck with girls. But they really shunned Lenny. Dean snickered, "How about we turn you into a girl then, Lenny? You might understand why they are so mean to you all the time."

Lenny snorted, "No way man, how about you being the girl for me? I would prefer that much better."

I intervened to calm them down, like I usually did. "Stop it, you girls. You're already fighting like them. Maybe we should turn the both of you into girls."

Phil jumped in, "Why don't we draw straws to see which two of us get turned into girls first."

We all agreed with that, so moments later Phil had four straws in his hand giving each of us a chance to draw. First Lenny drew one. It turned out to be a long one. Then Dean drew a quite long straw. Phil looked at me, "Sorry man." And he showed me that there were only two short straws left.

Silently I cursed inside myself. I wasn't looking forward being turned into a girl, but we did have an agreement that first two of us would be transformed, and later the others. Dean and I examined the page with the spell carefully. There where several add-ons to the spell mentioned in the next pages and I said, "Guys, we need some input on how we are going to be looking as girls."

Lenny started with a rude remark, "I want her to be really horny."

Phil whacked him on the back of his head. "Dream on, fuck face, come up with something constructive or you get to take my place as a girl."

Lenny scowled at Phil while rubbing the back of his head. Dean was already scribbling down something on a notepad though. He looked up to us, "Okay you guys, this is what we need to agree on. For the first girl, what should be her hair color, ethnicity, dimensions and such."

Lenny couldn't resist his usual rude comments, "I want her to be a blond Bimbo, with big titties"

Phil threatened to hit him again, "Stop it Lenny, and I mean it, or I'll make you take my place for real."

That shut him up real quick. Dean in the meantime was already writing something down again. I looked at the paper and he made a matrix of our names and possibilities. He just marked blond, Caucasian and voluptuous for Lenny. "Phil! What're your preferences?" asked Dean.

Phil thought for a moment before saying, "I like blonds as well, but tone down on her breasts. I might be the one getting them. So I'd say a C-cup?"

Dean wrote it down and then asked me. I didn't hesitate, "Brunette, with a bit of dark complexion. Italian or something, no wait, make that a Native American."

After some arguing and compromising we agreed that one girl would be Caucasian and long blond hair. The other would be a Native American girl with long black hair. Both would have pert C-cup breasts and a figure that would make most girls envious. Dean had written the descriptions down on two pieces of paper and I translated it to a complete spell. I wrote that on the pieces of paper, so we could let fate decide who was going to be which.

We all hesitated at the point where Dean had put both pieces of paper in box. Phil always was the first to try something, so he reached in the box and pulled a piece of paper out. He read the spell out loud and then fell to his knees while grunting in pain.

He curled up into a fetal position, making it impossible for us to see what was happening to him. Well we did see that his hair lightened to honey blond and grew out a lot longer. He kept grunting though the sound began to sound daintier and higher. Then suddenly he, no make that she, stood up in her full stature. We all looked in wonder at the beautiful girl standing there in Phil's ill fitting clothes. She looked back at us with a scowl, "What the hell are you looking at?," Phil said in a high feminine sultry voice. We all looked at her with big eyes hearing her new voice. Even Phil put her dainty hand in front of her lovely face. "What the hell," she started.

Dean found his voice first. "You sound as lovely as you look, Phil."

Phil just stared at us with open mouth. Then she closed it but looked down her T-shirt into her cleavage. "Oh my god, I really am a girl now." Her voice was really melodious now.

Lenny was getting impatient, "Now it's your turn, T. Go and change as well for us."

I hesitated, I didn't want to turn into a girl, and though Native Americans were a favorite of mine I definitely didn't look forward into becoming one myself as a girl. But we had made a pact, so I took the paper from the box and read the spell out loud.

Just as I said the last syllable, I felt a gut wrenching pain inside me. I fell to my knees in pain and curled up in a fetal position. My skin felt itchy and it felt like tiny feet crawled all over it. My insides were burning and I nearly passed out. Then suddenly I felt fine again. I got back to my feet and was shocked by the long black hair falling in front of my face. I stood up tall and looked at my friends gaping at me. "What are you gawking at?"

I nearly fell down in shock as I heard my new voice for the first time. I sounded like a really sexy girl. I looked down at myself and though I expected it, I still was shocked by the sight of breasts on my chest. They didn't look like C-cups to me. They looked a whole lot bigger than that. Then again, I'd never thought I'd see breasts from this view. As I was inspecting myself, Dean and Lenny moved closer to us new girls. Dean asked, "So what does it feel like being a girl?"

I snapped out of the strange feelings I had, and indignantly told him, "Why don't you try it out for yourself. Then you don't have to ask me."

He put his hands up defensively, "Hey, I was just a bit curious. And don't worry, we agreed that we would take our turn."

I realized that I reacted a bit harsh and hastily, "Okay, I do have to admit it feels a bit strange. How about you Phil?" I looked at my similarly transformed buddy.

She nodded and then snapped at Lenny, "Hey keep your hands away, buster." I guessed that he was touching her.

Lenny responded defensively, "I didn't do nothing. And why are you all 'only look, no touching' subject, I thought we were going to do something. Like, we all haven't scored with a girl. This might be our chance. Once we have experience we won't be so shy around other girls anymore. Right?"

I had my own thoughts about that, as did Phil, I reckoned. But Dean joined Lenny in his standpoint. "I think we should get some experience. I mean, if you do it for us, we'll do it for you later. Ain't that right Lenny?"

Lenny was thinking hard about that, as he didn't want to lose his only chance at having sex with such a beautiful girl, I guessed. So he eagerly acknowledged it. I went closer to Phil and whispered, "What do you think Phil? Should we let them do it? I mean I would like to do them later, but if we don't do it with them now, we might never get a chance, ever."

Phil whispered back, "Well, I would rather not do it as a girl, but I'm also a bit curious as to what it would feel like as a girl."

I looked at my best buddy, who now looked like a hot girl. Well, so did I for that matter. "Are you serious Phil?"

"Don't tell me you haven't thought about it yet. I know you're just as curious as me," Phil whispered back at me, sounding indignantly.

Well I had to admit, I was a bit curious how girls felt being excited and such. Still, having sex as one with one of my friends? I had my objections. They were quickly quenched though when we gave our okay to the boys. But we also warned them, "No weird stuff, No blowjobs or back doors and wear a rubber."

We all stripped out of our clothes and soon we were all kissing and fondling. I was kissing Dean and he wasn't bad at it. Though I was a bit hesitant kissing a boy, 'I'm not a queer, why am I kissing a boy?' But my body was definitely female at the moment and it won out over my objections. Dean stopped kissing me on the mouth and his face went southwards. He kissed my breasts alternately, making me gasp with rapture. I had never thought that a woman's breast could be so sensitive. He really made me hot and wanted. As he fumbled with the condom I wished he would hurry up and put it on, so we he could enter me with his weapon. As I thought this I caught myself at it. 'What the hell am I thinking? I'm not a nymphomaniac am I?' But then I realized that I was a horny girl at the moment. I looked to right at my friend Phil. She was already further along rutting happily with Lenny and obviously enjoying it.

Then the time for reflections were over, as Dean had finished putting on the condom. He kissed my breasts again and at the same time started to put a finger into my snatch. It was already moist, and the administrations made me even wetter. He pushed me down onto the couch and started to get ready to insert his cock into me. He'd stopped kissing me, but nibbled at my neck instead, increasing my pleasure immensely. I never thought that it would be so erotic for a girl. I would have to remember that.

Then he thrust forward with his hips and I felt something tear inside me with a sharp pain. I gasped from the feeling, and Dean frowned. He halted his motion, but I pulled him closer. The feeling of him inside me was better then the pain I felt. And even that was subsiding, so I whispered into his ear, "Don't stop now, or you'll be very sorry." Dean smiled and continued to piston slowly at first into me. He sped up his motions and at the same time biting an earlobe of mine. I gasped again, but this time from pleasure. 'I definitely need to remember that sensitive spot.' I thought.

It wasn't long before a first wave of pleasure washed over me. But Dean wasn't done yet, and soon another wave of intense pleasure followed the first one. I even had a third orgasm before Dean filled the condom with his seed, and pulled out. I was a little disappointed at that, I could've gone on for some time, but I guess he was spent. As I came down from my high, it just dawned on me what I had done. I had sex as a girl with Dean and I liked it. I liked it so much that I wanted more and more.

Now that I was coming more to my senses, I was appalled at what I had done. I grabbed some of my clothes to cover myself somewhat. As I did that I glanced over at Phil, she had done the same and looked at me with a bewildered look. I guess she had the same thoughts I did and was embarrassed at what she had done. I nodded at her and picked up the book I had 'borrowed' from my mom. I read the counter spell for us and read it out loud. I was expecting the gut wrenching feeling again, but to my surprise nothing happened.

I wrote everything down on a piece of paper, making sure I had the correct spell and double checked it. I then gave it to Phil, who spoke it out loud, and again nothing happened. Now I was getting worried. 'What the hell is going on, why can't we change back? Did I make a mistake? No I checked it several times.' I called Dean over and he checked it with me. It should work, but we still stayed in our girl bodies.

Lenny said sounding scared, "Why don't you turn back? No way that I want to try that spell if you can't turn back."

Phil exclaimed in her high melodious voice, "Shut up, you wimp." And she slapped his face. Lenny was about to stand up to her, when Dean told him to calm down. We looked in both the books that we had for a while longer, but nothing else but the failing spell was mentioned. I feared the worst now, as did Phil I guessed by the looks on her pretty face. Dean closed the book from his mom loudly, "I think it would be best if I went home and get another book, maybe there is a spell there that will change you two back. Now stay put and I'll be back as soon as I can."

We didn't have much of a choice, so I nodded. "But please hurry back, it's getting late and I don't want to be here all night."

Phil supported me, "Please get back here soon. I don't really want to stay like this. And I don't want to walk home like this either. My parents wouldn't even recognize me. They'd have me committed."

Dean assured us that he would be back as fast as he could. Lenny told us the same, though he didn't have a mom that did magic. I had a feeling he just wanted to go home and leave us here. I didn't say anything about my suspicions though. They left, leaving us new girls naked in he shed. I felt a bit chilly, so I put on my clothes though they really didn't fit me anymore. Phil watched me and then put on her clothes as well. We talked about a lot of things while waiting, but avoided talking about the sex or why we couldn't change back.

Several hours later I was getting antsy, "They are sure taking their time, don't you think so Phil?"

"Yes, I wish Dean would hurry up. He can even leave Lenny at home. I just want to get back to normal. I am regretting that we did this. I wish I had never heard that your mom can do magic. No offense T."

"None taken Phil," I said with trepidation creeping into my voice. I had noticed that my voice was now really good sounding. I wouldn't mind dating a girl that looked and sounded like me. I just didn't want to be a girl anymore. I also had enough of waiting. "Phil? I don't want to wait here anymore. Maybe something happened to them. Let's go out and look for them."

Phil looked anxious, "But what if we miss them, and they come here while we are gone?"

"We'll have to take that chance. What if they aren't able to get back here? They might have been caught by their parents."

Phil shivered, "Don't talk to me about parents T. I have no idea what I'd do if we can't turn back. I could never face them looking like this."

"Well we can't stay here for ever as well. Let's go out and see if Dean is still at home or not. I don't want to risk going home to my mother as well. She warned me not to do any magic." I picked up Mom's book and took Phil's arm to pull her out of the shed. Together we started walking towards town.

Janice Eaton, Theo's mom

Janice was getting worried, her son usually wasn't this late getting home. Even if he forgot the time being with his friends, he always was home well before midnight. Now it was already past midnight and he still hadn't shown up. Although it was very late, she decided to call the parents of his friends. First she called Mallory Lateson, a fellow witch, who was a single mom as well, with her son Dean. "Hi Mallory, this is Janice. I know it is late, but My son Theo isn't home yet. I thought maybe he was with Dean?"

Mallory answered, "Dean is home already. He had been with Theo and friends. He wanted to go out again, but I grounded him for a month. I caught him with one of my special books."

Janice knew that she meant a magic spell book, so didn't ask any further. Instead she got an idea of what might have been the case. She called the Mendelson's next and heard that Philip, their son hadn't shown up at home too. Now she got really worried, she went down to her basement where she practiced most of her magic and looked in her bookcase. Immediately she noticed a book missing and feared the worst. From another book she picked out a locator spell and read it out loud.

She should get a sense of where Theo is located anywhere in the world, but got nothing. Mumbling in herself, "Now that is odd, this should have worked even when Theo is dead somewhere." She knows that the spell can be blocked, but only with a powerful spell that would have been detected if it were in place.

Frantically she searched the book for something else she could use, and found a spell that allows the spell caster to send a message to the recipient. To direct it well, it comes with additions for a family member, distant or close, ascendants or descendants and more. She chose the direct all descendant family members part, since Theo was her only son. She cast the spell and spoke out loud a powerful and loud message.

T and Phil on the street

Walking with Phil on the back streets filled me a bit with fear as I was constantly reminded that I was a girl now. I never knew that girls are always fearful of getting mauled or raped or worse. We already had to fight off a drunk bastard, and weren't looking forward to more encounters. Then as I looked around a corner to see if the path was clear, a loud voice, that I instantly recognized, sounded inside my head. "Theo, call me now if you're able, or I will have to take more drastic measures!"

I grasped my head with both hands and even dropped the book from my mom. Phil asked worried, "T-man, what's happening? Are you sick or something?"

I looked at Phil, "Or something. I have to make a phone call."

"What? Now? Whom do you want to call, sounding like a sexy girl to boot."

I hadn't thought of that even. Still, I dreaded the drastic measures more. "I have to, my mom called me magically. If I don't call her, she'll take drastic measures and you don't even want to think what that may be."

Phil shuddered, I wondered what he was thinking about. I looked around and found a pay phone close by. Quickly I dialed home. It rang only once before it was answered, "Theo!"

I desperately tried to lower my voice and put in some coarseness into it. "Yeah, mom."

"You come home this instant, or there will be dire consequences, young man. Why does your voice sound so strange? What have you been up to?"

"I'll tell all when I get home, Mom." I said with a quivering and in my ears too high sounding voice.

"See that you do. Is Philip with you? Bring him along as well. I'll tell his parents that he is staying with us tonight." Then the line went dead with a sharp dry click.

"We are going to my home. My mom will tell your parents that you're staying with us." I told Phil.

"Oh man, I'm so dead," complained Phil in her sultry high voice.

Dryly I replied, "You might be. In fact, my mom may kill us both."

It only drove Phil to even more agitation and fear. I thought Mom wouldn't really kill us, but if she couldn't find a way to change us back, then she might make us legally dead. I kept quiet however towards Phil.

It took us quite a while to reach my house, we had to travel through the backstreets and keep out of sight. We were both very afraid of getting mugged or hassled.

Finally we arrived at the back door and stepped into the kitchen. I tried to be as quiet as I could, because I was afraid of what Mom would say and do. We must have made some noise, because we barely got in as my Mom called from the living room, "Is that you Theo?"

I hesitantly stepped forward into the light of the living room and said with a wavering voice, "Hi Mom, something went wrong today."

Mom looked at me, frozen at the sight, before the expression on her face turned to a sort of angry scowl, "So, you've been experimenting with magic."