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                         TO LOVE AND TO CHERISH

                       Copyright C 1996, Daedalus

  This story contains what is known as "transgender material". It does
    *NOT* contain any elements of m/m, s/m, b/d, humiliation, pain,
         or anatomically detailed descriptions of sexual acts.
   If this lack offends you, do yourself a favour and read no further.

  All characters and situations described herein are fictional and any
    resemblance to any real or fictional persons or events is purely

   Copying and free distributing permitted, on the condition of this
      header being included in any copies -- paper or electronic.



In the morning, Meg slipped out of the bed early, despite Joe's

"Stop grumbling... I have some special preparations to make, as you
should know," she said, kissed him on both nipples, slid her hand down
his stomach to briefly nurse his erection, and was gone.

Joe let himself drift down into semi-sleep again, but soon wound up
having a conversation with himself, behind his closed eyes.

"What the hell have I let myself to be talked into?" he asked himself.
"An experience," he replied.
"Am I really going to let her do this to me?!"
"I guess so."
"Am I gay or what?"
"Mmmm... Doesn't feel like it."
"The whole thing is ridiculous anyway."
"True. I've known life to get quite ridiculous now and then."
"Just look at me in a mirror!"
"Yeah... But after? She thinks it'd be worthwhile..."
"Can I believe that?"
"I think I do."
"I wonder what I'd look like..."
"I wonder."
"No way to find out, is there?"
"No, no other way."
"Well, I could always fantasise."
"But I know I don't necessarily get turned on most by what I can fantasise."
"Quite so. Let's see... Big boobs?"
"Yeah... But... [shudder!] on me???"
"Yeah, I guess. Big ass too."
"Masses of curly hair!"
"Yup! Platinum blond, you old lecher?"
"No... Hang on... Imagine it being *me*."
"Don't be ridiculous."
"So why am I getting wet?"
"Because I've just fantasised a lovely wench."
"But not myself."
"Bugger that for a lark then!"
"I'll never know otherwise, will I?"
"No. But... Suppose she likes me that way? Do I trust her that much?"
"But I do."
"Of course."
"Well, that's that then!"
"Bugrit, bugrit, bugrit! What an unmanly thing to agree to."
"I make me puke!"
"It's mutual."

                                 * * *

Meg was busy all day with her preparations and Joe, somewhat dazed by
the prospect of the coming evening, busied himself in the garden, which
required a lot of attention in any case.

Meg emerged blinking from her darkened workroom at mid-afternoon and
settled herself in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and some biscuits.
Joe wondered in from the garden a little while later and parked himself
at the table with his own mug of coffee.

"Better don't eat anything," said Meg. "We'll have to get started
pretty soon and you may find a rapid change upsetting on the stomach."

"You really want to do this?" asked Joe, sipping his coffee with a
distinct feeling of unreality.

"I am not wasting all that work, that's for sure. You are not about to
get cold feet, are you? To faint on me or something equally
ridiculous?" she grinned, "That *would* be unmanly!. Hope you aren't
suffering an uncharacteristic attack of macho-attitudes."

"I just don't know," said Joe with a sigh. "It *is* a bit much to take
on a short notice." He looked mournfully into his mug.

"You'll manage it all right, my love. That's what I like in you," said
Meg laying her hand over his on the table. "You are only feeling down
right now because you feel silly - for no real reason I can think of."

She drained her mug and got up.

"Well, there is no time like the present." she said, "Better go and take
a quick shower. I need you clean. But do make it quick. I am not
really sure how long it will take, to tell you the honest truth."

"OK, OK," said Joe getting up and feeling more foolish than ever.

"And don't bother to dress after the shower," added Meg stopping in the
door. "I need you naked."

                                 * * *

Amanda stopped spinning her bracelet on the table and looked at Lucy
sharply: "You are *quite* sure she actually got him to agree to it? You
know how important this is!"

If at all possible, Lucy briefly looked even vaguer than ever, but
Amanda knew better than to be fooled. Behind that confused image was
one of the sharpest far-sensing minds in the world.

Lucy nodded, her hands fussing ineffectively with her untidy bun of
hair: "Yes, yes... He consents. He is curious."

"You really ought to try a pony-tail, you know", said Amanda nastily and
pushed away her tea cup getting up in a rustle of grey silk. "We should
be on our way -- to stand by, if nothing else. Is everybody ready?
Betty, dear, I'll have to make you a present of some of my herbal tea."

She shut her eyes (not quite coincidentally avoiding the poisonous look
from Betty) and concentrated, excluding from her mind the sounds of
the members of the Circle getting from their chairs and sofas.

"By all the powers that be!" she thought fiercely, "This'd better work!
I am TIRED of trying to organise this madhouse. The Moon be my witness,
I never wanted the responsibility."

                                 * * *

"Come in, come in..." said Meg without turning around in response to the
knock on the door.

Joe slid into the room and shut the door behind him. Usually this place
was out of bounds to him, just like his study was out of bounds to Meg.
It avoided unnecessary arguments.

The room was crowded with cupboards and working surfaces, barely leaving
enough room in the middle for the white pentagram carefully painted on
the floor. The floor area within the points was covered in
painstakingly chalked meaningless scrolls - presumably the fruit of
Meg's preparation. Five small incense burners were positioned just
opposite the points of the pentagram and Meg was carefully measuring the
distances between them.

As always, Joe somehow expected to see bubbling alembics and glass tubes
with multicoloured liquids, and couldn't quite suppress the childish
disappointment that there weren't any. The room was full of stuff, but
little of it looked even vaguely witchy or just plain magical. If it
weren't for that pentagram on the floor and for the incense burners
carefully positioned in its five corners...

Meg straightened from her measurements, satisfied, and had to suppress a
smile -- Joe looked so very apprehensive standing there, clutching the
towel wrapped around his waist.

"Drop that towel on the top over there and get in," she gestured at the
centre of the pentagram. "Just mind you don't step on any of the

"You are not feeling bashful, are you?", she added with a smile when Joe
turned away before removing the towel. "If your body is feeling horny,
all the better."

Joe disposed of the towel and moved towards the centre of the room, his
nakedness revealing a semi-arousal and lots of goose pimples. He
stepped into the inner pentagon of the design and turned to face Meg
with an unspoken "Now what?" on his face.

"Do you want to watch?" asked Meg and when Joe hesitated, added "You
probably won't see any details anyway - it'll be near dark here. But
there should be some special effects worth seeing."

Joe nodded abruptly, not trusting himself to speak.

"Right," continued Meg, "Turn towards the door, spread your legs as far
as you can without stepping on any lines and lift your arms up and a bit
sideways. No, UP - not in front of you. Good... Now, don't panic, I
am about to immobilise you... It's to make sure you don't get hurt..."

Joe tried to nod and found he couldn't. Not that anything stopped him
nodding - he simply could not find any will power to make the necessary
effort. That, as far as he was concerned, was the maddening thing
about his wife's witchery. Most of the time there was no sign she did
anything at all and half the time one wound up wondering whether in fact
she did do nothing, simply allowing a verbal suggestion to do its own
work. This time there was witchery involved all right. He was sure he
would not feel so comfortable in this position otherwise.

Meg lit the brasiers and switched off the electric light, plunging the
room into a flickering semi-darkness. She said something polysyllabic
and strange, and the brasiers flared briefly, their light suddenly
reflecting off a large mirror surface that now replaced the door. In
it, Joe could see himself in a vague imitation of the classic "Leonardo"
position. At another sharp word, the brasiers started producing a lot
of aromatic smoke, dimming the meagre light in the room to a mere glow.

"My God," thought Joe, "She is really about to do it. Unless she's
bluffing, by the time she's done with me I'll be a woman!" To his
consternation, his penis eagerly responded to the thought.

All at once, the air around him lit up with a bluish glow, which quickly
sank to the floor, concentrating into a bright circular band encircling
him. A faint tinkling swirled around the room, and the band of light
grew dimmer, allowing Joe to see that the room was filled with reddish,
directionless illumination. It cast no shadows, making everything look
flat and unnatural.

His eyes gradually adjusted to the dim light, allowing him to see quite
clearly his reflection in the mirror. Meg was somewhere behind him to
the right -- he could not see her and she was keeping utterly still,
making no sound at all. For several minutes, or so it seemed to Joe,
absolutely nothing happened, but then he noticed the band of dim light
slowly creeping upwards. His eyes were held by the movement and so it was
only when the band crept above his knees that he noticed the change it was
leaving behind. While above the level of the band his legs had their
usual cover of dark hair, none at all was visible below.

Despite expecting changes, it took Joe a while to convince himself that
his eye were not tricking him, by which time the wave of change of
nearly at his groin.

"This is it!" he thought. "Goodbye masculinity!" as the band of light
traversed the pubic region making it difficult to see what changes might
be taking place there. He could still feel his penis, standing to
attention and throbbing with excitement, as a kind of "phantom limb" he
imagined. To his surprise, however, as the change moved up, he could
still see his penis too -- now apparently quite hairless -- standing up
between a pair of shapely, quite feminine legs.

"Well," thought Joe, "There's a relief!" At the same time he felt a
tinge of regret mixed with an anticipation of ribbing Meg about the
inadequacy of her magical efforts.

By the time the change reached his neck, there was no longer any doubt.
After the passing of the band of light, Joe's body was moulded into
feminine proportions, losing all body hair in the process, but that was
about it. His masculinity, though somewhat incongruous, was quite
undeniable. His nipples did appear somewhat larger, but his chest
remained as flat as it always had been. And when the band lifted
itself over the crown of his head, it was clear that his face had
acquired a somewhat androgynous look, but combined with the masculine
haircut, it was quite far from being really female.

"OK," said Joe to himself. "Show over. Sorry about it, Meg, old
girl..." And at that moment the band of light above his head lit up like
a flare and with a bone-jarring crash fell back to the floor and
instantly dimmed again.

Joe blinked several times, trying to get rid of the bright after-images,
and stared: spread-eagled in the mirror in front of him was a voluptuous
raven-head beauty. Before he had a chance to comprehend the sudden
change, a basso-profundo voice above him said "AUM!" and the band of
light flew up, flared and crashed to the floor again.

This time Joe shut his eyes in time to avoid being blinded. Opening
them, he was greeted by the sight of a dishy nordic blonde being
reflected in the mirror.

"This is ME?!" he gasped inwardly, and with another "AUM!" a flare and a
crash, there was a compact red-haired girl with a snub nose and lots of
freckles looking back at him. With increasing rapidity, the reflection
flicked through a number of different female types, gradually losing
the initial sex-doll looks, until the voice said "HARUM!" and all went
dark. It was only then that body sensations caught up with Joe's
consciousness and they were profoundly strange. He could feel a mass of
hair lying on his back, its weight pulling his head back. He could feel
the weight of... presumably breasts! on his chest, with the burning
radiance of excitement spreading from the nipples. Above all, he could
feel a kind of lightness and... emptiness, between his legs. His skin
felt strange, his lungs too full and his mind was stunned by the utter
certainty that, indeed, he was no longer a he, but a she.

The immobilisation spell must have let go at that point, letting him
sink heavily to the floor.

                                 * * *

Meg slumped in her chair. After a long silence she said wretchedly,
without lifting her eyes: "Sorry... I am just not up to it...  He
didn't respond at all and I simply can't go on with this... How could
I? I look at him in that body and..." her voice broke. "Don't you

To her surprise, Amanda felt all her carefully prepared words to
evaporate under the weight of misery radiating from Meg. It would
be so easy to compel her, to re-impose the simpler, compliant
personality... And it would do no good. What had to be done had to be
done freely or not at all.

There was another awkward silence while Amanda frantically searched for
the right things to say, with the eyes of the rest of the Circle firmly
on her. They weren't accusing eyes, not yet, merely expectant.

Unexpectedly, it was Mary who finally broke the silence. "Child," she
said, "We do understand. Not all of us equally, but we do, believe me.
Yet our need is great and your distress, however real and painful, is
something that we can attend to. Trust us. Trust us one more time."
She turned to Amanda, adding quite needlessly: "This is my strength.
By your leave and the leave of my sisters..." She left the sentence

Amanda nodded and closing her eyes thought "A friend in need... I won't
forget..." Aloud she said: "Good. We must carry on with the final step.
Meg, dear, I feel for you. You must be brave and joyful and above all
persuasive. Through you, we WILL succeed." As long as it sounded
decisive and confident -- that was enough.

Mary got up from her chair and walking around to where Meg was sitting,
slumped and hopelessly shaking her head, placed her hands on Meg's left
shoulder and the forehead: "Come, child. It is for love, as you know.
What else is there but love?"

                                 * * *

"They would have been FURIOUS!" said Meg with a giggle, stroking Joe's
breasts. "I was really terrified when Amanda first stepped in. She
sort of sniffed around as if she suspected something..."

Joe wriggled, surprised how pleasant the sensation was despite all the
love-making of the previous hours. Women *did* have a different physiology
of sex, after all.

"Sorry I risked getting you into trouble," he said. "Wasting your

"Wasting? Oh dear... I thought you were enjoying yourself!"

"Well, yes... And it is different, sure. And I will have been glad it
happened, if you see what I mean. But I would have enjoyed it just as
much as a man..."

"But not as long! And we now know what kind of woman you'd be
comfortable as, if you were comfortable being a woman," laughed Meg.

"True and true... Not as good looking as I would have hoped..."

"Nonsense! Sexy as hell!"

"Nonsense yourself!"



Laughing, Meg collapsed on top of him: "Lack of!", she said, playfully
sliding her hand between his thighs and slipping a finger between the
lips of his pussy. "Does it feel very different?" she added curiously.

"Oh, it does... But... No, don't stop!..." Joe pulled her head towards
him for a long kiss.

"But what?" asked Meg disentangling herself. "Is it because you are a
man and it feels strange to be a woman?"

Joe thought about it. "I suppose that might be a part of it, I don't

"Would you like to know how it REALLY is for a woman?"

"How do you mean? You've turned me into one already, remember? Yin
replacing Yang and suchlike..."

"Love, I confess it wasn't quite as thorough as I'd hoped. That's why I
I nearly pissed myself when Amanda started sniffing. Trouble was, I
didn't have the time to do anything about it."

"What?! What on Earth are you burbling about?" Joe lifted himself on
one elbow and examined himself. "Are you saying this is just an

"Oh, goodness, no! What I mean is, you are a stranger to this shape..."

"Well, I hope so! What did you expect? Was I too awkward for you as your
lesbian plaything? Is that it?! Well, you can..." His sudden anger
stumbled as he realised that Meg was convulsed with laughter. "Well...
Now what?"

"What do you mean 'now what'? It was simply you all over. Demonstrating
it perfectly! I may have changed your looks, but it changed you not
an iota otherwise."

"I didn't expect it to... Did you?"

"Well, of course. It's only natural. Matter of fact YOU are unnatural
right now. A man with a woman's body... However a delightful 'lesbian
plaything' that makes! But, remember? I wanted to know what kind of
woman you'd want to be if you were a woman and that is by no means
limited just to the looks. I am still curious."

"Uh-uh... I can see it coming!"

"Aren't you curious?"

"Hmmm... You mean there IS more to experience?"

"How should I know?" mused Meg. "There may well be. Your reactions
suggest to me that there is."

"This is beginning to sound like a bad porno-fantasy... You have
somebody else, so you are trying to turn me into a woman and make me
forget I ever was a man."

"And you'd believe that?"

Joe thought about it. "No." he said at last. "Beats me why, but no, I

"So let me do it... Just for the rest of the night. Cross my heart!"

Joe slid his hands over his unfamiliar form. "What the heck", he
thought. "In for a penny, in for a pound..."

"I take it you want to drag me into that lair of yours..." he said

"Nope. In your current shape and with your free consent, it shouldn't be
difficult. Just relax and shut your eyes."

Joe complied and whispered, his voice almost too soft for Meg to
hear: "I'll trust you, my love." It was just as well that he kept his
eyes closed and therefore didn't see Meg's eyes filling with tears,
despite all Mary's ministrations. She kissed Joe lightly on the
forehead, slid her finger along his smooth cheek and thought fiercely
at the Circle: "Do it, damn you! Do it! And better do it right!"

                                 * * *

She awoke suddenly and, after a brief moment of disorientation, quickly
scanned her surroundings for familiar signatures.

"OK, Amanda," she said, "You can stop lurking outside that door!"

She heard a double gasp - one from Amanda and one... Her eyes flew open
meeting the gaze of the naked woman kneeling over her. Her mental shield
flung up, she dived into the eyes of the stranger. "Who!..." Then her
shield disintegrated in the shock of recognition. "Mark! Mark?? What on

Mark/Meg fell on top of her, sobbing with relief. As Amanda walked into the
room, Joan snapped at her: "This was YOUR idea, wasn't it?"

Amanda, quite unembarrassed by the sight of two naked female bodies,
moved a chair to the bed and carefully sat down. "Yes, Joan," she said.
"Welcome back."

The rest of the Circle slowly filed into the room. Joan scanned their faces
and auras, straining her formidable powers of intuition in search of pieces
of the jigsaw of events, and gradually putting the pieces together. Then
she closed her arms around the woman lying on top of her: "You let them
do THAT to you," she whispered. "For me."

"We had no choice, Joan," said Amanda. "You realise that already. It was
either that or you were Joe for good, with no power to wield and no
memory of yourself. Mark was desperate to have you back. As were..."
she paused very slightly, "... all of us."

Joan held her eyes for a few long seconds and then suddenly smiled.
"Well, you have me back. Now get out of here and leave me alone with my

"Blessed be the Mother!" thought Amanda, her soul filling with
moonlight. "Blessed be the Moon, and the Swan, and the Dancer. The
burden of choices is taken from me!"

Joan kept still and watched the Circle to file out, and then kept still
listening to their departure, until the front door shut and her
awareness of the others told her they all left the house. Then she
turned her attention to the woman in her arms.

"Mark," she said. "Meg. Darling. How can I ever pay you back?"
She lifted her husband's tearful face and kissed him gently on the lips.
"You can be a man again tomorrow, but for now, let us celebrate as
we are..."

                                 * * *

It was morning. It was breakfast. Black coffee and croissants with jam.

"Yeah..." said Meg licking the jam off her fingers. "It was bad to start
with. I nearly freaked out. But then Amanda did that thing of hers...
personality overlay."

Joan nodded. "She is VERY good at that. I take it she did the same for
me, to convince Joe he'd always been married to Meg?"

"Yup... She said she could only embroider over what was there, not do
anything which would have worked against the personality imposed on you
without doing permanent damage. But for me, with my consent she
manufactured a full female persona."

"I am sure she enjoyed that... There's always been a queer streak in
Amanda... How long did she keep you 'under'? It could not have been all
the time."

"Well, I started remembering who I was and why I was, something like
half a year later, but Amanda didn't want to remove overlay in one go.
She just let it weaken for a number of months. It was so gradual, I
don't really know when it evaporated altogether -- I guess it was a
year all in all. Why? You look concerned... Was that dangerous?"

"Hmmm.. You could put it that way. So you have been fully 'yourself'
waiting for an opportunity, for what, nearly another year after that?"

Meg thought about it: "Must have been. Doesn't really feel like that
long. Time flies... I nearly blew it at the end, though. When we gave
you back your own shape and it didn't dent the Joe personality at all,
I nearly went to pieces. Mary had to work hard on me to put me in the
right frame of mind for that last push." She poured herself more coffee,
her hands shaking slightly. "I feel bad about it, you know... About
lying to Joe at the end... If I hadn't been sure it was you, just
twisted into a strange mental shape..."

"Don't," said Joan. "Joe is still here. I remember being him." She
winced. "I will always remember being him. But what about you? You
didn't have your overlay removed all in one go. Amanda just let it
fade away imperceptibly, you say..."

"Yes. It's a problem? Yes? I wondered... I wasn't going to bring it up,

"Let me guess..." Joan took a big gulp of coffee to disguise her
concern. "You are unsure whether you want to be Mark again. I had a
feeling there might be something like that. Your aura is just too
convincingly feminine."

"Well..." Meg blushed, "It's not as simple as that. Yes, I am used to
this body now, and to being a woman. No, I wouldn't mind being a man
again, though I may find it... awkward for a while..."

Despite the concern, Joan was interested: "So what is it, sex?"

"Er... no... Yes, it is different, of course. Less driven, less intense,
more all-embracing, more of a flow rather than an... act. But I enjoyed
it as a man just as much. Differently, yes. It's... well, you know...
how shall I put it..." She was desperately hoping that Joan would guess
her meaning, and not laugh. And Joan, being Joan, of course did.

"It is the Power, then," she said in a quiet wonder. "You were THAT good
at it?"

"Yes..." said Meg relieved. "And yes. Betty thought I was quite quick
learning that sex-change spell I worked on you..." She stopped seeing
Joan's jaw drop. "Er... yes?"

"Let me get this straight... YOU WORKED THE SEX-CHANGE SPELL? ON YOUR

"Well..." Meg squirmed in embarrassment, "They DID provide the
shielding... Was it taking too much of a risk?"

But Joan was screaming with laughter: "You silly idiot! It may be only
a fancified sex-change, but for a raw novice..." she shook her head in
wonder. It was the same old lesson, of course -- no power of intuition
was any good if one fell for the lure of the obvious. It was so damn
obvious that Betty and Anne must have been pulling tricks for Meg behind
the scenes, that she'd never stopped to consider the automatic assumption,
despite the showy embellishments of that performance. But once alerted...

Joan stopped laughing. "Say, when did they realise you were a wielder?"

"Dunno. I think it must have been during the first few months, while
the overlay was still at full strength. My memories of that time are
very hazy, but as I started to recollect myself, I was already able to
do some minor stuff."

"Which is why Amanda let the overlay merge into your aura... Waste not,
want not. Recruit your talents where you can. Damn her! I'd probably do
the same, but DAMN HER, DAMN HER ANYWAY!"

Meg flinched from her wife's vehemence. "I think she was right,"
she said defensively. "I can't see how I would have managed otherwise."

Joan sighed. "That as may be, but I'll skin her for this anyway!"
She got up and went to the window and just stood there for a long few
minutes staring into the garden. "I'll miss Mark," she said at length.
"Though I'll have you of course... I hope?"

"So you wouldn't mind?" asked Meg carefully coming up to her. "After all,
I *am* Mark. I still am. It's just that I am Meg at least as much now."

"Oh, my love," said Joan turning to Meg and taking her hand, "Of course
you are. I would know your feel anywhere, as I knew it when you broke
the spell. You are yourself, even if that self has a different sex and
a different gender. After what you've done for me, how could I complain?"
She grinned weakly: "As long as you'll accept me as your 'lesbian plaything'
of course!"

She wasn't at all surprised when Meg threw her arms around her and burst
into tears.
                                 * * *

In case you were wondering... Naturally enough, they were happy ever after.
Yes, if you insist, they both had kids and it is none of your business
who the fathers were. Meg grew in power to rival Joan and proved to be a
bastion of strength in the Circle's deadly struggle with the Adversary,
as Joan had known she would. But that, as they say, is a quite different


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