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I suppose I should go over the rules of our arrangement, to avoid confusion going forward. While Lady Rya is my owner, I am free to pursue other relationships should I choose. The nature of her work demands some degree of openness in our dynamic with how hands on she can get with our clientele. This, I agreed to. I was still exploring myself too, and the liberty to pursue or sleep with others left me free to do so. That said, in all matters Lady Rya’s word was law. There was room for negotiation, but I trusted her with the final decision when it comes to all things.

We started small, at first. She would pick my outfit each day for me, usually left out for me on the end of my bed. This started sensible enough, but slowly she began to reflect her own wardrobe with mine. This meant shorter shorts, skirts, and tighter shirts were more common. She wanted to show off my body and delighted in flustering me each time she asked me to wear something more revealing. This was bearable at least, as most of my time was spent at home with her. When I had to make deliveries though, it became awkward. Frankly, I turned heads on my bike. The attention was embarrassing but not entirely unwelcome. My feelings on it are still complicated. I was learning Luca was more bold than Luke, and was far less bothered by such attention. That said, catcalls always sucked. Thankfully they were rare.

We had other clients besides those looking for potions. Many sought out Lady Rya’s hands to fix their physical maladies and perceived inadequacies. I was surprised how many people had ties to the magical world, and wondered how it had remained hidden for so long. A lot of these folks were using us as more expensive chiropractors or surgeons. From them, I learned the reason why Lady Rya was more infamous than famous. It was her choice, tradition was for a Witch to fully devote herself or himself to their school. Lady Rya’s mastery of two, and continued dabbling in others was in a sense, sacrilegious.

It was funny to me, to hear these people speak so mystically of their schools. Each of them strived to become a master, strived closer to their own immortality in the hopes of one day becoming an Elder Entity. After Leonard, such hopes seemed laughable to me. At the end of the day, it was the blasphemer Lady Rya they sought out to fix themselves. Our discretion came at a premium. None wanted to be associated with someone they would normally talk down to in public.

Another thing that struck me funny was that we bartered in cash, not in some other currency. It was the US dollar that brokered all magical services, at least where we lived. I wondered if there was some other universal currency, or if all Witches used their local currency. That raised another confounding question I never dared ask: Do Witches pay taxes? As with most things I got better results by not asking, and let that one lie.

We ate out for most of our meals, I got to know all of the delivery drivers in the area. Lady Rya paid for a landline in cash each month, but past that would allow only basic technology inside her home: lights, an old refrigerator for leftovers, some simple bathroom appliances, and the landline near the door. Never cell phones, and never computers. She said they had a habit of blowing up around her. I wondered if she was being literal.

I also learned just how her home was powered from one of our clients. With an awed tone, the Evoker explained that we had to be using a tamed thunder spirit to power our outlets. Lady Rya must have made a pact with or appeased a quite powerful one for it to have such control over the current not to immediately fry any device we plugged in. I nodded along as usual, trying not to make eye contact as Lady Rya worked on his penis enlargement. Lady Rya neither confirmed nor denied anything he said.

Lady Rya continued my training with simple things early on. I was given a task list for each week, mostly things around the house that needed doing like cleaning and organizing. I would do these in my free time after work. There were sometimes sexual things on that list, but they were more rare. One time I was tasked with wearing a butt plug for the entire day while we worked. I got to pick the day, and I picked a day we were to do solely research, thinking it better to not have that distraction while handling boiling liquids all day. I chose poorly, as that constant sensation turned into my sole fixation once the monotony set it from reading. The sensation of being full constantly, without any vaginal stimulation was quite frustrating to the point it was riling me up. Lady Rya did not let me do anything about it until the day was done, after which she taught me how she was with a strap on. All those toys on her desk were not for show.

I was growing numb to the mystique of the mystical arts, I suppose that’s inevitable with enough exposure. Seeing a lot of these Witches of all genders naked on a table did a lot to humanize them for me. It’s hard to keep an aire of the unknown after you’ve seen a Witch’s genitals on full display in a medical setting. I was just starting to grow bored with it all when the next step of my life walked through our door.

She was young for a Witch, was my first thought. She didn’t look like most of our clientele, she dressed casually for one thing. She wore an open red flannel with a black t-shirt beneath it and worn blue jeans. What caught my eye most was her cell phone though. It had a blue, white, and pink decal on the case. Something about those colors seemed familiar to me.

Everything I knew about magic told me that advanced technology was a nono. Regardless, someone who had need for a cell phone had found the door of Lady Rya and sought out her services. We welcomed her in and sat her down in the den for the intake.

“I’m Amelia,” she said, introducing herself, “and I have a rather unique problem.”

She had short red hair, and bright green eyes hidden behind a constellation of freckles. She kept her hair held back with a hairband, and out of her face. She was short, about the same height as I was, and had her nails painted to match her eyes. She was pretty, I thought, but that phone kept me from thinking any more.

I was on edge, something Lady Rya seemed to share. Lady Rya chose her words carefully. “What exactly brings one like you to my door?” she asked. That wasn’t usually how these exchanges started. Something about that sentence was off. It was full of suspicion but different from my own.

“I have a problem that requires a Polymorphist to solve,” Amelia said. Her tone was pleasant, but a bit embarrassed. “A damn good one at that. I’m hoping you are the one I’m after.”

Lady Rya seemed to relax a bit. “So are you related to someone in the trades?” She asked, her tone still ever so slightly off.

Amelia shook her head. “I just have a nose for magic, let’s say.”

There was an awkward silence for a minute. Lady Rya seemed to fumble for words, and I tried to make sense of what was even confusing her. The only thing off about her was her cell phone, right? She hadn’t said anything suspicious right?

“Wait, don’t tell me you’re-” Lady Rya said, but was cut off.

“Yes. A werewolf.” Amelia said.

I blinked hard. I was just starting to get a handle on this, on all the different schools of magic, and now there was a whole new dimension to the world.

“I thought we hunted you to extinction?” Lady Rya asked, her tone more awe than alarm.

“You failed,” Amelia said and laughed awkwardly.

“A werewolf?” I asked, “Like full moon and everything werewolf?”

“Yeah,” Amelia said, a bit bashfully, then turned to Lady Rya. “Is she new? I thought they taught this in first year?”

“You could say that,” Lady Rya said, and relaxed. “You weren’t sent to kill me or you’d have done so by now.”

“I’m not an assassin, no.”

“So what do you need a Polymorphist for then?” Lady Rya finally asked.

“Well, as you can see I’ve transitioned, but uh… the other me hasn’t quite got the memo.” Amelia said. It finally clicked for me why those colors on her phone had been so familiar. I had only dimly been aware of things, kept away in our little cave from the world with no internet, but even so Lady Rya had made sure to show me our flag. It meant pride. It meant existence clawed from the clutches of our own bodies. Amelia was trans too.

“Ah, that makes much more sense,” Lady Rya said. “Well, this is unprecedented, as I’m sure you’re aware. We’ll have to do some research first. You’re aware of our fees, yes?”

I suddenly felt anxious. I remembered how much we had charged Leonard for his research and development. I worried how someone so young would be able to afford our steep rates. ”Uh, Mistress, perhaps we could offer her a discount..?” I spoke up, and quickly trailed off, realizing I was speaking out of turn.

Lady Rya eyed me suspiciously, then Amelia again. Amelia looked at me with surprise as well as intrigue. “Are you sure, Luca?” Lady Rya asked. Her tone told me I was in trouble.

Despite my instincts, I nodded.

Lady Rya pondered my reaction for a minute, then spoke again. “Very well, let me see if we can do this on a budget then. I’m going to consult my notes here, I trust you two can keep each other entertained for a few minutes?”

Ameilia nodded, I did so as well, relieved.

Lady Rya rose, and made her way to the back hall. Somehow I knew she wasn’t going to bust out the abacus in her office.

Once we were alone, Amelia spoke. “You didn’t have to stick your neck out for me, you know.”

I shrugged. “Hardly, I might get in a little trouble later, but nothing I can’t handle,” I said.

Amelia smiled, and I eyed her teeth suspiciously. They looked like perfectly normal human teeth, apart from her canines being a tad oversized. I could also have been imagining things. “Soooo…” Amelia said, “How long has it been since you… you know…?”

I struggled to think of what she could mean. “I… Don’t know?”

“You’re trans too, right?” She asked, as if it were the weather.

I felt a little embarrassed to be clocked. It was upsetting, like I had been marked as less than female. “I guess,” I said hesitantly.

It still felt like an odd label to me. Obviously it was correct, but my ways of discovering and treating my condition were so radically out of the norm that I felt like I was in my own category. “How could you tell?”

Amelia thumbed her nose and grinned. “I can smell the magic rolling off of you, so strong I can even tell the school,” She said, “It’s obvious your whole body was changed, at least for me. You do look flawless though, I doubt someone normal could tell.”

That didn’t make me feel better, but I let it go. “Thanks?”

“So did Lady Rya make your body then?” she said excitedly, “You’re so lucky!”

I nodded, that was half true at least. It was more like I had made my body with her help, to my understanding. “Are you here for her to do the same?”

Amelia shrugged “Kindof. I got here the old fashioned way,” She said, pantomiming an injection in her thigh. “I’ve been on hormones for six years now.”

I was amazed. She looked so good, I thought, then caught myself. That was so insulting to think, but it was true. She had worked very hard on her image and it paid off. I felt a little cheap next to her.

“So you probably make your own hormones now then, how long has it been since Lady Rya helped you?”

I had to think for a minute, the weeks had gone by so quickly I hadn’t thought to count them. “I think about eight months?” I said.

Amelia’s eyes went wide. “Oh my gosh, you’re a baby!” She cried, “I’m so sorry, you carried yourself so naturally I thought you were like me.”

I took that as a compliment. “I guess you could say it just felt natural to me after the change,” I said.

“Felt,” Amelia said, and laughed. “So are you her apprentice then? What’s it like to study under her?”

I waved my hands, “No, no,” I said. “I’m actually her familiar. We get that a lot though.”

“That’s unique, you can still hold a conversation then?” Her tone shifted slightly, something about her interest was piqued

“I can still do a lot of things,” I said defensively.

Amelia smiled, and I realized how that sounded.

“Sorry,” I said, “I didn’t mean it like that. She just left me all together upstairs. We work together just fine without me being brainwashed.”

“Even more unique,” Amelia said.

This felt a bit like an interrogation. I felt a need to ask something back. “So I noticed you have a cell phone, I thought that was a bit of a no-no in the magical world.”

“Oh, I’m not magical,” Amelia said, and laughed, “You really are new, did she pick you up off the street?”

I blushed, feeling defensive. “No. I mean, well kinda, it’s a long story.” More like scraped me off the street, I thought.

“It’s okay, I’m just teasing,” Amelia said. “I’d love to hear it sometime.”

I blushed, suddenly on my back foot. Was she interested in me? She was curious for sure but something else was there. As if on cue, the conversation came to a halt with the return of my Mistress from the back hall.

“Alright, if we can do this without potions, it’ll only run you a grand,” Lady Rya said. I winced. It was still steep, but nothing compared to Leonard.

“I’ll pay it,” Amelia said without hesitation, shocking me.

“Well then, we have a deal,” Lady Rya said and grinned. “I’ll start preparations, but first I’ll need some basic information from you. Contact info, date of birth, think of it like a doctor’s office.” Lady Rya produced a few forms we used for fact-finding

“Really, that easy?” Amelia asked, “The last three I asked turned me down as soon as they sensed I had no mana.”

“I’ll not break the facade either,” Lady Rya said, “But you were forced into our world, I’ll not be the one to turn you away once you’re already here.”

“I appreciate it, really.” Amelia said, and beamed.

The next few minutes were her silently filling out paperwork. We needed to know a lot of things. The date of birth told us what stars you were born under, which told us things about the nature of your mana; something Amelia barely had to worry about. Blood type was important for accidents, as while Lady Rya could magic blood into you, it was exorbitantly hard for her to make O negative blood. We also did a depression screener similar to the ones put out by real doctors to make sure you were mentally sound for body altering magic. Then there were mundane things like address and phone number so we could contact you with questions.

Once she had completed the paperwork, Amelia spoke again, “So when do we start?” she asked.

“Well, we need your other half, so let’s say two weeks, that’s about when the full moon will be rising,” Lady Rya said. “Though fair warning, we will need to restrain you during your transformation. Likely before, now that I think about it.”

“Not my first time,” Amelia said and giggled. “But seriously, I figured that would be mandatory. I know I can get a little uh… hormonal, once turned.”

“How do you usually handle it, if you don’t mind me asking?” Lady Rya asked.

“I try to keep distracted,” Amelia said, vaguely.

Lady Rya scowled, but seemed to accept her answer.

“Well, keep an eye on your phone then, we may have more questions for you” Lady Rya said.

Our goodbyes lasted only a couple minutes, and then just as quickly Amelia left our home. Lady Rya let out a long sigh once we were alone. “You’re really testing my patience today,” she said “Do you know how difficult this is going to be?”

I paused, and reran what numbers I knew in my head. This gave us one night, maybe three depending on how full the moon needed to be. My body took two months, but that was mostly recovery. The actual sex change took minutes, however that was me. I was eternally the exception, I found. “I’m sorry,” I said, “is this even possible?”

“Luca, werewolves are normally immune to magic. Our only hope is that her willingness lowers that defense.”

I paused. “Wait, is that why you were so worried before?”

“Werewolves were used for centuries as assassins for our kind, that is until the Academy decreed that their existence was no longer amenable to a peaceful society. I thought they had been wiped out, but I guess they just went underground like us.”

I took a minute to internalize this all. Finally I realized just the mess I’d put us in. “I’m sorry,” I said softly, “I just thought… I don’t know what I thought.”

Lady Rya sighed and shook her head. “It’s done now, there will be punishment.”

I blushed and nodded. Punishment was rare in our agreement, I had to really act out to earn it. With how immune her magic made me to physical pain, that meant that punishment would be much more intimate. “I understand,” I said quietly.

Lady Rya nodded, “Starting now, there will be no cumming for you until I say so,” she said.

I nodded. The punishment was unorthodox. I had a feeling there would be more to it than just that. I was right because Lady Rya wove a quick spell with her words, and I felt their echo within my body. It seemed she meant a more direct enforcement of the rule. I let out a whimper. Lady Rya smiled at that, seeming satisfied.

***

The first few days were bearable, but Lady Rya seemed disappointed in my tolerance of her curse. To my confusion, we put up a closed sign up on our door, and ceased all potion production. Lady Rya devoted our time fully to reading and research. I didn’t see Lady Rya utter a single spell or magic anything into her hand the entire time, something that seemed perplexing to me. She made it clear why by the third day.

“Lords damn it, where did I leave my pen?” Lady Rya said as she tore through the couch cushions in the den. “Luca, have you seen it? It’s not in my office.”

I hesitated to answer. I hadn’t seen it, but something didn’t add up for me. “Why haven’t you summoned it?”

Lady Rya shot me a glare, “Because someone decided to box us into polymorphing a werewolf, I need to bank my mana.”

I opened my mouth to answer, then thought better. “No, I haven’t seen your pen, Mistress,” I said.

Not done with me yet, Lady Rya let out a long sigh. “Well help me look then,” she said, “while you’re still useful at least.”

“Useful?”

“You’re about to find out what it’s like to be full of carnal mana in a day or so here.”

I shuddered. That sounded more ominous than I liked, but I didn’t have a say in the matter. Had she been only using me lightly before? I hadn’t felt like anything was different about me whether she used magic or not. If she was right, I had already been plugged full of two whole days of her mana, and I didn’t feel all that different. That wasn’t strictly true, I thought, upon reflection. I was definitely more restless and on edge.

The next day, the full force of her mana hit me. I woke up feeling flushed, my whole body felt warm, and I was keenly aware of my breathing. My head felt fuzzy, like my senses had dulled somewhat while I slept. Having had this body long enough, I knew what horny meant for a woman.

Lady Rya picked up on my state immediately, and all throughout the day, each time she passed me to grab another book from the shelf, she would grope or tease me in some way, delighting in the squeaks and moans I would let out. I wanted her to do more, but I knew better than to ask. Her curse was still in effect after all, and anything further would be torture with no release.

Day four brought with it difficulty focusing on anything that wasn’t Lady Rya or my frequent daydreams. My mind wandered easily when it should have been reading, and my Mistress had to frequently remind me to stay on task. Her voice was firm, but never angry. I knew she enjoyed the effect she was having on me.

Day five brought my salvation, as I learned a trick to getting through the day much faster. One of the skills I had built from years of being Luke was dissociation, and it was that I fell back on as the neediness within me grew. Reading became an escape, to the annoyance of Lady Rya. Her favorite toy had stopped working. The rest of the week went by much easier for me after that, until on day seven, Lady Rya revealed what turned out to be her next gambit; though I wouldn’t realize her plan until much later.

“Hey Luca, I have a task for you,” Lady Rya said coyly, that morning. We were relaxing in the den before starting the day proper.

“Yes, Mistress?” I answered, reluctantly.

“I need you to make a phone call for me,” she said, “Just a simple appointment reminder for our friend, the werewolf.”

“Amelia?” I asked.

“Exactly,” Lady Rya said.

I felt confused. We didn’t do appointment reminders. If you missed your slot, we went to work on another project. We had surprisingly few no shows despite that. Regardless, tasks were tasks, I couldn’t say no.

I found Amelia’s paperwork in Lady Rya’s file cabinet, and skimmed her file for the relevant information. While reading, I noticed her birthday was quite close to mine, only a year and a couple weeks apart, though she was a little older than me. I found her number and jotted it down on my palm before returning to the den to handle the phone. Lady Rya was nowhere to be seen, she must have headed into the library to start the day’s research.

Something was off, but I couldn’t do anything about it. I picked up the receiver for the phone, which was tethered to the base by a long cord. Lady Rya did not trust anything without wires. I punched in Amelia’s number, and as it rang realized her number was local. The sensation of something being off grew stronger, but before I could ponder it with any depth, the line picked up.

There was a slight hiss of static overlaying her voice, an effect of my heightened mana capacity I assumed. “Hello?” Amelia’s voice came through the line, sounding confused.

“Hi, is this Amelia?” I asked, “This is Luca, with Lady Rya.”

There was a long silence, then “Luca? Oh the Familiar!” Amelia said, “Hi, how are you?”

There was something in her voice, far more familiarity than the situation justified. It put me off balance. “I uh, I’m fine,” I said, “How are you?” I asked.

Amelia laughed. “I’m fantastic, really. I’m excited!” she said.

“Good good,” I said, “I was just calling to remind you of our appointment next week.” My brain froze on those words. It was the full moon, the one night of the month Amelia would know for sure was coming every time. She didn’t need a reminder from us.

“Ah, thank you,” Amelia said, and chuckled. “Was that all?” her words hid something. My heart beat a little faster. Did she want more out of the call than just that? She must have, I decided.

“That, and I guess to just check in on you,” I said.

“That’s sweet of you,” she said.

I blinked. In hindsight it was obvious but in that moment I really was too thick to put the pieces together. “I’m just me,” I said and laughed, trying to play it off.

There was a pregnant silence for a few seconds, neither of us seemed sure what to say next, but we didn’t want to hang up just yet.

“So…” Amelia said, breaking the quiet. “I’m still interested in hearing your story sometime. You free this Saturday?”

I thought for a second. That was only a couple days away. Saturday was our rest day, I was free, I supposed. “I think so,” I said, “What did you have in mind?”

“I figured we could try out that deli y’all are hiding behind, maybe swap stories over lunch?”

I hesitated, but something spurred me to move. I wanted this, I decided. “Yeah, that sounds good, what time did you want to meet up?”

“Maybe eleven?”

That felt early, I suspected for a reason. “Yeah, sounds good,” I said. A smile came to my face.

“Awesome, I’ll meet you out front then!” she said excitedly.

“Alright, yeah!” I said, a little excited myself.

“Well, I won’t keep you on here, I’m sure y’all are busy with work so I’ll let you go,” Amelia said.

“Yeah, okay. You have a good one then,” I said.

“Bye!” She said, and hung up.

I felt good, despite my dissociation. I was looking forward to talking to someone else like me, who’d struggled with the same questions I had and come to a similar answer. It was more than that too, I felt I could learn a thing or two from her as well. She’d been transitioning for more than six times my own journey, surely she had some insights I could glean from her own stories. Gently I hung the phone up, then turned and froze, seeing Lady Rya standing not far behind me.

“I knew it,” She said, a shit-eating grin on her face.

“Knew what?” I asked, genuinely lost.

“Someone has a date,” Lady Rya said, smugly.

“Wait what?” I asked, starting to panic, “Was that a date!?”

“Guess you’ll have to wait and see,” Lady Rya teased, and turned to leave.

I floundered for words but got nothing coherent out before she disappeared back into the library. I followed her, but could get no more from her on the subject. She ignored every question I had about the call, and only reminded me that I should be reading. The distress made it much harder to dissociate, and when I finally did sit down with a book, my mind struggled to focus on anything that wasn’t my own flustered headspace.

Did I want a date with Amelia? I remembered her being pretty, and we seemed to be able to talk pretty freely, but what else was there? I hadn’t known her long enough to tell, but as I pondered the issue more, I realized something. Whether it was a date or not, this was an opportunity to sort out those feelings. I could get to know her, find out why she seemed interested in me, and find out what kind of interest that was, over this “date”. I realized it didn’t matter if it was formally a date or not, if we had chemistry it would come out by spending time together.

The next day felt like torture. My body’s mounting response to Lady Rya’s mana, and the blow dealt to my dissociation combined to make me a mess. All throughout the day, Lady Rya would look at me and giggle. I knew she was reading my mind, and all she could find were dirty thoughts. Still, she did nothing about them, just let me simmer in my own juices.

That night in bed, desperate for release, and to get my own mind under control for my meetup the following morning, I tried in vain to get off. Nothing worked, and in fact it only made things worse. I tried playing with my chest, my clit, fingering myself, I could get close but nothing could push me over the edge. Lady Rya’s curse’s full cruelty became known to me that night, and eventually I had to give up. I slept restlessly that night, and had strange dreams about Amelia.

Morning came, and Lady Rya woke me early. To my surprise, she offered to do makeup for me, after picking out a cute but surprisingly reserved outfit for me. She dressed me up in a floral blouse and capris, with a nice pair of lace sandals to complete the look. Lady Rya was gentle with her words and demeanor as she did my makeup, despite my fidgeting and flushed face from being so close to her. I knew what those hands could do and was frustrated they were so focused on my face. When she finally let me get a look at myself, I was stunned with how subtle she had worked. She had done well to hide the constant flush in my face, and brought out the color of my eyes with some light eyeshadow.

“Try to relax,” Lady Rya finally said when it was about time for me to head out. “It’s just talking, okay? You’re good at listening, but you also need to tell things about yourself too, okay?”

I nodded, surprised at how gentle she was. It almost made me forget the curse she still held over me. “I’m still nervous,” I confided as we walked towards the door.

“That’s normal, but it’s not going to get any better hiding in here. All you can do is face it, right?”

“Right…” I said, agreeing with the premise even if it still felt daunting. We stopped in the den by the phone.

Lady Rya smiled and opened the door for me. “Don’t forget to breathe,” she said, and ushered me out.

It was a comically short walk around to the front of the deli. I knew the place already from my past life, but surprisingly we rarely ate there ourselves despite our proximity. I remembered them having good meat but mid veggies, at least. I was still early by about ten minutes and tried my best not to spiral into anxiety during the wait. Thankfully, Amelia showed up on time, puttering up to the curb in a slightly beat up green car. Again, I felt bad how much we were charging her.

“Oh no, how long were you waiting?” Amelia asked as she got out of the car, “I knew I should have come early.” She was dressed much the same way she had been before, the flannel and the shirt had changed, and as she drew close I could smell a difference: She had put on perfume. The thought came to me again, that she was pretty, and this time I couldn’t ignore it.

“It’s fine,” I said and smiled, waving it off. “I could have waited inside too, it’s on me.”

Amelia looked me up and down, her smile growing wider despite herself. “You look good!” She said.

“Thank you,” I said, feeling my face warm beneath my makeup.

“Well, what are we waiting for, I’m hungry!” Amelia said, changing the subject suddenly

I smiled, and we headed inside.

“What’s good here?” she asked, “Have you eaten here before?”

I nodded, “Their meats are the highlight.” I said. We proceeded to the counter and made our orders. I got a club with extra mayo and light lettuce. To my shock Amelia took my advice a little too much to heart and did a build-your-own with triple meat and no veggies. I supposed it made a weird kind of sense, that she’d be a carnivore.

Amelia noticed me staring at her meal. “I know, I know,” she said, “I’m eating for two though,” she said.

Her other half, I thought. Of course she needed a lot of food. I didn’t quite know the mechanics behind such a transformation but I imagined it would take a lot of calories if it wasn’t done with magic.

“Hey, no judgement,” I said and laughed it off.

We ate quietly for a few minutes, both of us more hungry than talkative. Once our bellies had filled somewhat, Amelia asked what was on her mind. “So how did you meet Lady Rya?”

I sighed, “It’s a long story, I warned you”

“Hey, I got nowhere to be. I want to know. You weren’t a Witch before at all, right?”

I nodded. The deli was thankfully empty, so I began my tale. I told her about college, about pretending to be Luke for so long and it ruining me. I told her about the accident, and what I could remember of it. I told her about what Lady Rya had done to rescue me, and my body’s insistence on my sex. I told her about how being Luca was supposed to be a trial to see how I liked being a woman, and that every day that felt less and less like a test and more how things were meant to be from the start. I left out the parts not meant for polite company. The whole time Amelia watched me, fascinated. Occasionally she would take a bite of her sandwich, but the longer I went, the more her meal went forgotten. I was surprised how easily the story came out of me, normally I would have hated talking about myself but something about Amelia made it easier.

Finally I reached the end, or at least the end of what I could share with her. Amelia was staring at me with a weird kind of smile by then. “So you really were just pulled into this whole world blind,” She said.

I nodded. “It’s been a trip for sure,” I said. My past life felt so long ago, but it hadn’t even been a year.

“I get what that’s like,” she said.

“Were you… too?” I asked.

She nodded. “My family was attacked when I was four,” she said, her smile fading, “I don’t remember it very well, but I remember the bite.”

“You weren’t born like this were you,” I said, it wasn’t really a question.

She shook her head. “Thankfully the affliction takes years to mature. So I wasn’t actively turning until I was a teenager. God, do I not miss those days. That was my introduction to the other world. We were monitored for years by a Witch who wanted to make sure none of us turned. Once I did, it became pretty clear I wasn’t long for this world.”

“Holy shit…”

“Yeah, I ran away from home at fourteen, entered the foster system for a while. It’s a lot easier to hide your transformations than you’d think. Either disappear for the night or lock yourself in your room, both worked fine for me. I had to skip town a couple times when people found out, but I made it alright. Figured out I was trans around fifteen, and did DIY hormones until I could get someone to take me seriously and get me with an actual endocrinologist. You’d be surprised how easy it is to get your hands on the stuff.” She trailed off.

“What’s it like when you transform?” I asked, cautiously. “It doesn’t sound like you’re some uncontrollable monster.”

Amelia barked a single harsh laugh. “Hardly. Given, my impulse control is terrible in that state and all my appetites are heightened, but I can manage for the most part as long as I’m left alone. I’m actually always a little transformed at least, if my strength is anything to go by.”

That made a weird kind of sense to me. “So you just dissociate through it?”

“Right on,” Amelia said and smiled. “Our superpower, right?”

I smiled, I couldn’t disagree with that.

“I don’t like transforming fully,” Amelia confessed, “The other me overpowers my body and reverts it back to male, and worse is it fucks up my hormone levels for days after the fact. I have to double up on my T-Suppressors to get back to normal.”

“That… that sounds awful,” I said.

Amelia smiled, “You see why I’m so excited to change things,” she said.

I nodded. It struck me then, that there was a similarity between us. Both of us had been brought into the world of magic through great physical trauma, both of us knew the pain of transformation into bodies we’d rather not have, though that was kind of a given with us being trans. A thought struck me then.

“Why don’t you ask Lady Rya to help your transition for your default body?” I asked. It seemed so obvious to me. No more wrong bits, no more hormone injections, no more T-Surpressors, the body of her dreams was a thing she could have with relative ease in our new world.

Amelia shook her head, “I’m happy with how things are, if I’m honest. I don’t actually mind my bits, if that makes sense.”

I nodded. I had had a similar realization recently as well, despite my own preference for having a vagina. “You are not your genitals,” I said, echoing Lady Rya.

Amelia nodded and smiled. “Besides, there’s a lot of fun you can have with mismatched parts.”

I blushed again, and felt grateful for my makeup. I had almost forgotten about the pile of horny mana filling me to the brim with how platonic our conversation had been going. Amelia must have noticed because she giggled.

“Sorry, I’m teasing,” she said. “You smell like roses, so I have to.”

“Roses?”

“Roses means a very specific kind of mana,” Amelia said, “I can barely smell the polymorphing on you right now.”

I covered my face. “Oh my god,” I groaned. “I’m so sorry.”

“No, don’t worry about it,” Amelia said and put her hands up “I don’t mind it, I actually kind of like it.”

I let my hands fall to the table and sighed. “She’s been banking mana all week, and I’ve felt the full force of it,” I said, and stopped myself. Amelia didn’t need to know the details, this was our first meal together after all, and we were in public.

“Hey listen, let’s take a walk, yeah?” Amelia said, and put her hand on mine. My heart fluttered a second feeling her warmth against my fingers. “You look like you could stand to clear your head and I know a few parks nearby that are great for doing that.”

I hesitated a second, worrying about the time, then remembered we’d started at eleven. We’d barely been eating a half-hour at this point. I wondered briefly if I should tell Lady Rya, but I figured she had her own ways of knowing. Plus I didn’t want to interrupt my time with Amelia, I was enjoying myself.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” I said.

We finished our sandwiches quickly, and then headed outside. “Alright, so we got a good park a short walk away, and a great park a short drive away,” Amelia said.

I considered my options. The latter was definitely more of a time commitment, and I realized I wanted that. Something made me hesitate though. “I do want to go to the great park, but I’m worried I might mess up your car with how charged up I am,” I said.

“Oh you mean the mana?” Amelia asked. I nodded. “I drive a manual, so I’m not so worried about that.”

That didn’t mean no computer in the car. I was a bit hesitant, but she seemed confident. “Alright, lets give it a try,” I said.

The inside of Amelia’s car smelled like strawberry thanks to a number of air fresheners she had hanging around it. They all looked new, but couldn’t fully hide the smell of cigarettes. I didn’t mind. The seats were worn in, clearly a beater but one well taken care of from how clean she kept the interior. I could tell the passenger seat didn’t see a lot of use from how clean the floor mat was compared to the driver’s side. She rarely had guests.

“Alright, pray to whatever deity you may or may not believe in,” Amelia said, and slid the key into the ignition. She turned it, and two clicks followed. My heart dropped, knowing what a dead battery sounded like, but then to both our surprise the engine turned, slowly, but it was cranking.

“Come on baby, don’t let me down,” Amelia said encouragingly to her ride. The engine spun up, then caught and finally started. “Hey! That’s my girl!” She said excitedly and patted the dashboard. A strange feeling struck me then, heightened by the glut of mana packed away in my body. I wished that was me.

I took a deep breath in and let it out slow. Amelia smiled at me. “Glad I’m not a total jinx,” I said and smiled back.

“Alright, let's get this show on the road!”

The short drive turned out to be twenty minutes, but I was far from bored. We continued talking while she drove, and I couldn’t help but stare transfixed as she shifted artfully through gears. I found it mesmerizing. She must have seen me staring because she seemed to shift way more than necessary the closer we got. She was showing off her skills, I realized, and another fundamental fact slotted into place for me about her. She wasn’t just pretty, she was adorable.

We finally came to our stop on the edge of town, right next to the local woods. There was barely a parking lot carved out of the dirt there, and a sign set up to let people know this was public land. We got out of the car and stretched, then Amelia led the way up to the main walkway. I hesitated briefly as we passed another sign warning people to stay on the path. Apparently people had gotten lost in the woods before, enough to warrant a big sign by the entrance.

Amelia must have seen me reading because she smirked when I looked back at her. “We’re not getting lost,” she said.

I nodded, trusting her. She led the way into the forest, and began to gush about the local flora and fauna. She was surprisingly knowledgeable about the ecosystem here. Rats and mice ate seeds, keeping weeds under control. Worms, mold, and insects turned the carpet of leaves slowly back to earth to fertilize the trees and undergrowth. Rabbits kept brush from overgrowing, and coyotes kept rabbits from overeating the brush. Owls kept the mice and rats in check, but that brought her to a certain hole in the ecosystem.

“Deer,” she said, “deer are a problem. We took out their natural predators, and cars aren’t a good enough replacement. We’re actually their only real predator these days.”

“Like hunting?” I asked, surprised.

She nodded. “Really not a fan of the attitudes a lot of them have, but deer hunters keep the population from eating themselves to starvation.”

I nodded, following her logic. Something struck me then. “You ever do any hunting yourself?” I asked, half-joking.

Amelia paused and looked back at me. A shy smile was on her face, but something else struck me more. She was blushing. It was hard to see through her freckles, but it was there. “Maybe a little,” she said coyly.

I tried to think of her in wolf form, chasing down and pouncing on a deer before sinking her claws and teeth into it. It was a little intimidating, but that only intrigued me. I took a few steps closer to her, getting a better look at her face. To my surprise, she looked away bashfully.

“Listen, I know a cool spot near here,” she said suddenly, shifting the topic. She fidgeted from foot to foot and I couldn’t help but think how cute she was when she was flustered. “If you’re okay with some offroading that is.”

I smiled, “Alright, I’m game,” I said. I knew we would be stretching it with my sandals, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to spend more time with her.

“Cool,” Amelia said, and grinned back.

She led me a bit further down the road, then took a sharp left into the trees. While we walked, we fell silent, her leading the way, and me trusting her to know where she was going. The silence grew awkward as we marched on. Neither of us seemed brave enough to say anything more. Minutes went by, then a half hour. We went up and down hills, weaving left and right to avoid ravines and rock piles. I was starting to worry when our goal finally came into sight. A pristine pond maybe twenty feet across, glass smooth, reflecting the sky above back at us.

I stared in awe, and Amelia looked back at me, satisfied. “This is my secret spot, where I go to handle transformation these days,” she said.

“It’s so pretty,” I said in wonder. I stepped up to the edge and saw swarms of little black fish near the bank. They scattered as my shadow fell over them. I looked around and realized we were truly alone out here, nothing but woods could be seen in every direction. The mana festering inside me seemed to like that.

“You're pretty,” Amelia said, catching me off guard.

I stammered for words for a few seconds, completely taken aback. “You're pretty too,” I managed to say after an embarrassing length of time

Amelia smiled again, blushing. “Shit,” she said, still smiling.

“What's wrong?” I asked.

“I didn't think any further ahead than that,” she said, and laughed. “I don't know what else to say.”

I didn't really know what to say either. I was flustered for sure but we were still getting to know each other. That didn't stop the wondering however. I thought about how soft her lips might feel against mine and shivered.

“So uh…” Amelia said awkwardly, “are you and Rya a thing?”

I thought about it for a second, then nodded. “Our work makes our relationship pretty unique,” I said, “we're not exclusive with each other if that's what you're asking.”

Amelia's eyebrows raised appreciatively, however the air grew a bit more awkward . I worried I had said something wrong. Was I too forward? I cursed myself, I'd spent too much time with Lady Rya. This was a date, not the bedroom.

“I'm sorry. That's probably TMI, isn't it,” I said, lowering my gaze

“No, no. It's just…” Amelia said, and sighed. She went quiet for a while. I let her think. “Luca, I think you're pretty cool, even though you're still coming out of your shell.”

I thought to say something but using my better judgement waited for her to continue.

“You're the first person like me who's known my secret without freaking out. You don't even seem afraid. Hell you let me lead you off into the deep woods knowing I'm a predator”

“Amelia, you're not a predator, not like that,” I said softly.

“Yeah… I'm just scared I guess.”

“Scared of what, Amelia?”

“Scared of my feelings I guess. I like you, I thought you were cute the moment I saw you, and your smell was just… sorry, that's TMI. I don't want to get my hopes up too high is all.”

“Amelia, what are you saying?” I asked, then, channeling my Mistress, “you can just tell me flat out, I won't judge you.”

Amelia hesitated, but forced herself to speak. “I don't know how else to say this but you're the first person I could really date without hiding anything about myself. I asked you out today to try to get to know you better in hopes we had some kind of chemistry. I don't want to make assumptions though, I know real life doesn't always work out, even if things look perfect at the time.”

I smiled, relieved. “Is that all? You had me really worried there.”

“So you're okay with that?” She asked, her eyes lighting up.

“I've had fun today,” I said. “It's been nice to get to know someone like me, and it means a lot to me that you'd share your special interests and special place with me, even if it's early. I think you're adorable and I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel similarly to you right now.”

“Similar how?”

I fidgeted a bit, still feeling bashful. “Kinda maybe hoping for more between us.”

Amelia smiled reluctantly. “And that's not just the ‘roses’ talking?”

I laughed. “Oh the roses are talking for sure, but I'm interested in you mostly for how normal you feel. It's reassuring to not be the only one like me.”

“Normal,” Amelia said thoughtfully, “that’s just about the last word I'd use to describe myself.”

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that.”

“No, normal is good. I haven't felt normal in… ever? That actually means a lot to me that you would say that.”

I smiled at her, unsure what else to say. She smiled back, seemingly in the same headspace. “Ugh this is so awkward,” I said with a chuckle, "I don't know what to do now.”

“Is it safe to say we like each other then?” Amelia asked

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Do you maybe… wanna… kiss about it?” Amelia asked.

I looked up at her, a strong blush coming to my face, and saw she was blushing too. God I wanted it so bad, but this was early wasn't it? It was our first date after all. “Would that… be okay?

Amelia smiled “honestly I've been thinking about it since we got in the car.”

Amelia stepped close to me by the pond’s edge and hesitated, studying my face for a few seconds. Was she looking for hesitation in my eyes? Desire? I had to reassure her. I closed my eyes and leaned forward towards her, parting my lips slightly. I hoped that was the green light she needed.

“Luca…” Amelia said, and trailed off. I worried that I'd put her off somehow, but before I could open my eyes her lips were on mine, much firmer than I'd imagined. Her arms fell around me and I fought to keep from melting into her. Her hands found my shoulder and waist and held on tightly as she drank of me, all I could do was let her lead as butterflies filled my stomach. A warmth started in my chest and spread lower to my groin. I was getting turned on despite myself.

My own hands fell on her shoulder and cheek, and stroked her gently as she held me firm. We stayed like that for what felt like minutes before she finally broke away for a breath. I stumbled as she let me go, and barely caught myself. She reached out to help right me, a grin on her face and a gleam in her eye.

“I knew you were a bottom,” she said, breathing heavily.

“Bottom?” I asked, genuinely blind to the terminology.

“It means you like to have things done to you,” Amelia said

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No, it's a very good thing,” Amelia said. There was a fire in her eyes now, one that didn't scare me so much as make me more curious. What could she do to me, I thought. “I like bottoms.”

I smiled bashfully at her. “I'm glad then,” I said.

Suddenly Amelia leaned in close, I thought she was going for another kiss but missed my face. She brought her mouth close to my ear, so close I could feel her breath in it. I shivered.

“You'd let me do just about anything to you, wouldn't you?”

Those words hit me like a bolt of lightning. Every inch of my body lit up with anticipation. I tingled all over for her. “Y-yes!” The words were out of my mouth before I'd even thought them. I wanted her so bad. Her arms folded around me, pulling me against her. I let out a squeak, then a moan as her lips found my neck.

She kissed me softly, her lips stirring sparks within me. Gently, her teeth scraped my neck, drawing a whimper from me.

“Sensitive there, aren't you?” Amelia teased as she paused for a breath.

She didn't give me a chance to respond before she was on me again. She gently nipped me again, then started sucking on my neck. Sparks turned to flames and suddenly I was aware of every inch of my skin, and how restrictive my clothes felt against it. My thighs clenched together as my whole body began to quiver. My breath grew ragged as more and more of my air went to moans.

Amelia pulled away, and let me come back to my senses. “I want to do more, but this is a little fast, isn't it?”

“I'm used to fast, but we can stop if you want to,” I said. I knew I didn't want to stop, but she was right. This wasn't like with Leonard, there was more here. I wanted to know her better, wanted to spend more time with her. I wanted a second and third date. Would sex this early impact the chances of that? I wasn't sure.

Amelia seemed to struggle with the same question I had. “I don't want to stop either. I think it might be better if we waited for a more special moment.”

That felt right to me, despite my body screaming for her to take me. “I think you're right,” I said.

“Can I still hold you for a bit?” Amelia asked

I nodded eagerly. I still craved her touch even if it wasn't sexual. She hugged me tight, and I hugged her back. Her warmth felt right against me, and after some minutes the fire inside me died down. Eventually we sat down on a boulder near the pond and watched the sun begin to dip into the treeline. Finally, we had to leave. Amelia took me by the hand and pulled me to my feet.

“Come on, before we’re walking in the dark,” she said.

I nodded, and followed her lead. The walk back felt much longer somehow, but I was more than a little thankful for that. I loved watching her in her element, she seemed at home in these woods, and the view from behind wasn’t bad either. Like me, she was a little bottom heavy. We made it back to the path and picked up the pace with the more even terrain. Once we made it back to the car, Amelia had the idea of starting it before I got in, and that seemed to do the trick. Whatever fuckery was at place from the magic I was radiating seemed not to care once the engine was spinning.

The drive back seemed to fly by, probably because we were more comfortable flirting with each other by then, and couldn’t exactly hold back now that the dam was broken. Sadly, our time together came to an end as she pulled back up to the curb in front of the deli.

We sat in the car for a couple minutes in awkward silence, neither of us wanted to say goodbye quite yet. Eventually I forced the issue and spoke up. “I suppose I should head inside,” I said.

“Yeah,” Amelia agreed, then hesitated. She put her hand over mine and seemed to muster her courage. “May I kiss you goodbye?”

I nodded, and leaned forward for her. My heart still leapt as our lips met, but thankfully nothing like the fire from before kindled inside me. It was a short, sweet kiss, a promise for more later. Once we pulled away, I forced myself to get out of the car. I knew if I lingered any longer it’d only get harder and harder to go.

“Hey, I’ll see you at the appointment, okay?” I said, holding the door open, “after that would you like to go on another date with me?”

Amelia grinned. “I’d love that,” she said.

I smiled, and reluctantly closed the door. I watched Amelia drive away with a wave, then headed home to Lady Rya. To my surprise, Lady Rya was waiting for me at the door. She welcomed me back, and seemed surprisingly cheerful.

“So how’d it go?” She finally asked once we were settled in for the evening. She had ordered a pizza as we usually did on saturdays, but had waited for me to get home to dig in.

“I think it went really well,” I said.

“I’d say,” Lady Rya said, eyeing my neck. I felt suddenly self conscious, and remembered Amelia sucking on my neck.

“Oh shit, did she leave a mark?”

“Yeah, “ Lady Rya said and chuckled, “One of you must have wanted it to stick really bad, your body would normally heal fast from those things.”

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Hey, no sorry, you had a fun date with a pretty girl! You should be proud,” Lady Rya said.

I smiled, relieved to hear her say that. We had negotiated an open relationship, but those boundaries hadn’t really been explored yet. I was a little worried she’d be jealous somehow. Instead, she was entirely supportive of Amelia and I seeing each other. A thought occurred to me then, one that seemed unfair if true.

“Mistress, I have a question.”

“Yes, Luca?” Lady Rya said, her tone shifting to one of concern.

“Why are you banking carnal mana in me, wouldn’t it make more sense to bank polymorphic mana?” I asked. I still hadn’t learned everything about magic, but I knew each school had its own unique type of mana that worked best with it. I assumed my Mistress could produce both if she had mastered both schools.

Lady Rya smiled coyly. “A trick of the trade, or more accurately a trick of mine,” she said, “I’ve been banking both, but the two kinds compliment each other. It ‘s actually… something I’ve been working on for a long time.”

“I don’t understand,” I said, “I thought the schools all stayed in their own lanes?”

“They do, but… When I first started learning carnal magic I noticed something funny. Polymorphic mana played a little bit different with their spells than the other schools. True, it didn’t work as well as raw carnal mana, but it wasn’t as bad as the others. I started tinkering with blending the two manas then, and it’s produced a lot of unique results.”

Lady Rya paused, then looked me in the eye. Her face was serious. “Luca, I think there’s a third school of magic between the two.”

My mouth fell open. I wasn’t an expert on any school of magic, but I knew enough to understand that kind of discovery would be massive. It would shake the very foundations of magic society if another school was discovered. They’d been set in stone for centuries at least. “Mistress, that’s… Is that why you haven’t reported anything we’ve done to the Academy?”

She nodded. “I’m saving it. I’m saving it all until I’m done.”

***

The day finally came, and Amelia showed up earlier than we were expecting. We wouldn’t be able to start until moonrise, but she showed up around noon. I was wearing a light skirt that went to my knees and a plain t-shirt, my usual around-the-house comfy wear. We hung out and chatted in the den for a bit while Lady Rya got Lab Two ready for the operation. I was surprised she wasn't having me help, but I supposed she wanted to give Amelia and I time together. We ordered Asian for an early dinner, and all three of us sat down to eat around four.

“So how are you feeling?” Lady Rya asked Amelia between bites. “Are you nervous at all?”

“A little. Honestly, I just can't wait for it to finally be over,” Amelia said. “I'm so tired of the dysphoria.”

“That's understandable. Keep in mind, we're still flying by the seat of our pants tonight. I'm still not sure I'll have enough mana banked to get the job done.” Lady Rya said.

“I'll still pay for multiple sessions if that's what it takes,” Amelia said resolutely, “I did a baker's dozen of sessions with a laser on my face and that cost about the same.”

I felt suddenly self conscious. I knew I had it easy, but I often forgot how easy. I hadn't had to spend years on hormones, weather injections or blood draws, never had to take T-suppressors that wore on my kidneys, or go through laser hair removal to get the body I had. I felt like I had cheated. Another thought struck me then. It should be as easy as it was for me. It was the world that was unfair.

“What all are you hoping for tonight?” I asked.

“Hoping that my balls can get neutered to stop producing Testosterone first, maybe my chest second if we can get more done,” Amelia said. I was surprised how frankly she could speak about her body. I supposed she'd spent hours and hours in who knows how many clinics talking about her body.

“And if we can get more done?” Lady Rya asked.

“Maybe hips and shoulders?”

Lady Rya nodded. “A good start. Do you want us to do anything else with your genitals?”

Amelia shook her head. “I kinda like my bits,” she said, “that's not going to be a problem is it?”

“Well…” Lady Rya said, and thought for a minute. “I think I can do it while preserving functionality. There's a risk of sterility however, is that going to be okay?”

“I'm already basically sterile in my main body, I'm used to it,” Amelia said.

That raised a question in my own mind. I wondered at my own fertility. I knew something was wrong because I never got periods, but I wasn't sure if that meant my womb was barren. I resolved to ask my question later, now wasn't the time.

“Alright,” Lady Rya said and smiled. “Next I'd like to get to the personal stuff.”

“That wasn't personal?” I asked.

Lady Rya ignored me. “I understand you've been courting my submissive?”

My face went red and I nearly choked on my food. I had been open about our relationship but not that open.

Amelia stared blankly at her for a few seconds then looked to me. I couldn't make words happen, but thankfully Amelia spoke. “Yes. Though she didn't tell me quite how intimate you were. Is that a problem?” Her tone was strange. An unfamiliar tension seemed to fill the air between the two, and I started to get scared. Had I fucked up somehow?

Lady Rya was quiet for a few seconds, pondering. “No, not strictly. We did leave space in our agreement for others. I just didn't expect her to start dating quite so soon.”

“People can surprise you,” Amelia said. Her tone was still off, but I couldn’t tell if she was upset.

Lady Rya smiled briefly at that, but her expression grew serious. “I already think I know the answer, but I need to hear it from you. Would Luca be in any danger being your ‘mate’?”

Was that what this was about? Sure Amelia was a werewolf, but I never felt unsafe near her. The thought of her transforming didn’t seem to scare me either. From the way she described it, it sounded more lonely than like she was a feral monster.

“Well, obviously I could tear both of you limb from limb,” Amelia said, then seemed to struggle with her words.

“Would you?” Lady Rya asked.

Amelia shook her head. “No, never.”

Lady Rya’s smile came back “Good. You know what will happen if you break that promise then.”

Amelia sighed and nodded

“There, the hard part is over now,” Lady Rya said and beamed, catching both Amelia and I off guard.

“That’s it?” Amelia asked.

“I’m not your mom,” Lady Rya said, “I don’t need to scold you or browbeat you. Besides we’re on the same team now.”

“Team?” I asked.

“The ‘lets bully Luca’ team,” Lady Rya said.

Amelia burst out laughing. “You really are a strange one,” She said after calming down. “Just please be patient with me, this is my first time sharing someone. My first time having someone if I’m honest.”

I felt my breath hitch. Something felt right to hear her call me hers. My face suddenly felt even warmer.

“Awww, you made her blush,” Lady Rya said, teasing.

“Not fair,” I said, and covered my face.

“She is cute when she blushes,” Amelia said.

“Agreed, and she blushes so easily too, it’s lovely,” Lady Rya said.

“Oh my god,” I said and groaned.

“Let’s give her a break though, I’ll need her as clear headed as we can manage for the operation,” Lady Rya said. “It makes it easier to extract my mana.”

“Oh crap, what time is it?” Amelia said.

“Almost five,” Lady Rya said.

Moonrise was before sunset today, not a rare occurrence but uncommon. We had maybe an hour before the full moon would be in the sky. We quickly finished our food, then made for the back hall. Once in Lab Two, I saw the work Lady Rya had done. The table was set up with five heavy belts to hold Amelia down, and Lady Rya’s staff stood at the ready leaning against the table. The room had been cleaned out, and a small cart had been wheeled in. On it were several syringes filled and ready to go with a faintly green clear fluid. In the corner was a stool, presumably for me to sit while Lady Rya worked.

“What are the drugs for?” Amelia asked.

“Wolfsbane and sedatives.” Lady Rya said.

“You aren’t fucking around,” Amelia said.

“No I am not,” Lady Rya said, “Rest assured they’re for emergency only. I’m trusting you enough to try this with you completely sober first.”

“I appreciate it,” Amelia said.

“How long do we have left?” I asked.

“About twenty minutes,” Lady Rya said.

“I suppose I should get ready then,” Amelia said, then blushed. “Try not to stare.”

I only got a second to wonder what she meant before she had lifted her shirt up and off her body in one clean motion. She wore a rainbow patterned sports bra underneath, holding her modest bust. I averted my gaze on instinct, but couldn’t help but keep her in the corner of my vision as she undressed. “Not that I’m complaining, but do you need to be naked?” I asked.

“Only if I want to have clothes tomorrow,” Amelia said and laughed. There was an edge to her voice, she was nervous. Was she embarrassed? I let myself sneak a full glance her way, and my eyes became fixed in place as I beheld her.

Her freckles covered her shoulders and chest as well, and her nipples stood perky and proud, as if demanding to be seen. Her hips weren’t as wide as mine, but she definitely had as much if not more in her trunk than I had. I couldn’t help but dart my gaze down to her groin. Estrogen had barely left its mark on her there. She kept her bush trimmed neat, and seemed to be above average in size. A strange thought struck me then, I wondered how she would taste.

I quickly tore my gaze away, but not before Amelia saw me staring. She laughed nervously. “Not fair,” she said, echoing me from earlier.

“I mean… I could take my shirt off too,” I said, half joking.

Amelia was the one to blush this time. “Yeah?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

There was an awkward silence for a nearly a full minute as neither of us could make words. My fingers itched to take my top off, but I was nervous too.

“Fucking lesbians,” Lady Rya said sarcastically, and stepped close to me. I stared up at her for a second, confused, then suddenly my shirt was balled in her fist. She yanked it, and the whole thing vanished. This time it was Amelia who stared. My cleavage was on full display for her with just my bra on.

“Nice,” Amelia said, grinning like an idiot. I grinned back, feeling less embarrassed than I expected.

“Alright lovebirds, we have a job to do,” Lady Rya said, raining on the parade.

“Right,” Amelia said, “On the table then?”

Lady Rya nodded. Amelia complied, laying down on the shiny metal, and let Lady Rya begin strapping her down with the heavy belts. She caught my eye as she was restrained. “This might get scary,” She said, softly. “Please don’t think less of me when you see it?”

I nodded and stepped forward, then took her hand in mine. It was trembling. “We’re going to take good care of you,” I said.

Once safely locked up, it became a waiting game. Ten minutes went by, then twenty. The moon was definitely up, but it seemed her transformation was flagging. Then I saw the first sign. Her eyes began to glow with a faint yellow light. It was a little offputting, but set in her familiar face, it was reassuring. Then there was the crunch.

“Fuck,” Amelia cried, as she strained against the belts. Suddenly she was longer in the middle, her back arched off the table as much as the belts allowed. Another crunch came as her spine lengthened. Then a crack as her arms began to stretch out too, pinned to her sides. Then her legs doubled in on themselves, first shortening her thighs ever so slightly, then gruesomely her feet extended like another length of leg, as her toes curled into paws. Next the ripping sound came as thick black fur aggressively forced its way through her skin all over her body. Her chest deflated, her breasts becoming flat as her pecks swelled with new muscle and her nipples disappeared into her fur. Her cock seemed to shrink at first, but soon I realized it was just retreating into a sheath of fur that rested above her balls. Amelia groaned, trailing off into a snarl as her face extended outwards into the familiar shape of a wolf’s head and her ears extended into points. Lastly, her tail emerged with a sound similar to a zipper, but much deeper, three feet long and hanging free of the belts unrestrained.

All in all the transformation took less than a minute, and the glow faded from Amelia’s eyes as it completed. She looked around the room, her expression hard to read, and found my face, then Lady Rya’s.

“Still with us?” Lady Rya asked.

Amelia tested the straps, making them creak heavily, but couldn’t get them to budge. She nodded to Lady Rya then, her eyes fell on me again, staring. As different as she looked, those green eyes told me it was still Amelia in there.

“Luca, pop a squat on the stool, this is going to be draining for you,” Lady Rya warned, and took her staff from the tableside. She stepped back and held the business of her staff over Amelia as I complied with the order. “I’m not going hands on with this one, I’m sorry. You get the staff today, but I’m just as good with it, I promise.”

A light began to glow from the ring of Lady Rya’s staff, and immediately I felt it hit. It was like getting the wind knocked out of you. I wheezed as Lady Rya’s mana was taken back from me at an astounding rate. Amelia snarled and strained against the belts, her thighs grinding and thrashing together.

“Does it hurt!?” I asked between ragged gasps.

“I have no idea,” Lady Rya shouted over Amelia’s snarls. “I’m just trying to make it quick!”

The belts held firm as Lady Rya worked, then after about five minutes, she lowered her staff. “There, that’s number one off the list,” She said, “Luca you still good?”

I gave her a thumbs up, panting. It was a lie. I felt like I was dying, but we had to keep going.

Despite us stopping Amelia still snarled and yanked against the belts.

“I think she’s overstimmed,” Lady Rya said, and considered her options before raising her staff again, “We have to trust prior consent right now,” she said resolutely.

The light shone again, and slowly, oh so very slowly, her pecs began to swell outward and round. Her nipples reemerged from the thick fur on her chest, puffy and swollen. It took a full ten minutes for them to fully form under Lady Rya’s constant barrage of mana. The fatigue continued to build, it was like the life force was being sucked out of me. My limbs felt heavy, and I was starting to feel dizzy. Amelia’s thrashing only grew more wild and her snarls built to a steady low growl.

Finally Lady Rya lowered her staff, and looked to me just in time to watch me tip forward off my stool. Lady Rya dropped her staff in surprise. “Luca!” She shouted, but was cut off by a horrible ripping noise. The belts snapped at the base, where they clipped to the table, just as I crashed into the floor. I managed to get my hand in front of my face before impact, but landed with the grace of a sack of flour hitting the pavement. I crashed down on my front and rolled onto my side.

Amelia launched off the table towards me, snarling, and slammed into me, burying me in her fur. Lady Rya jumped back, then, leaping into action, magicked the syringes into the air, pointing them at Amelia.

“Wait!” I managed to say, staying my Mistress’ hand.

The snarling had stopped, instead there was a new noise. A high pitched whine escaped Amelia’s lips as she hunched over my body. Her eyes were staring daggers at Lady Rya, but she made no moves for either of us. She was shielding me from Lady Rya.

“Luca…” Lady Rya began to say, but trailed off.

“It’s okay,” I said weakly, and put my hand on Amelia’s muzzle. I slowly dragged her gaze back down to mine. Her body completely enveloped me, I was buried in her fur and muscle. Her warmth felt nice.

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” I said.

Amelia’s eyes locked on mine finally, full of fear and something else.

“Luca, be careful, all that carnal mana went into her from you,” Lady Rya warned.

I thought about that for a second, then an idea formed in my head. This was the last night of her transition, the first night of her showing me her other self. Would this be special enough? Was that even on her mind? I chanced a gaze between her legs and saw the top of her cock, pink and shiny, poking out of her sheath and drooling precum on the floor. Lady Rya was right, but despite it all, Amelia held back.

“Mistress I have an idea,” I said,

“Luca, no,” Lady Rya warned, “She’s twice as big as you, she’ll split you in half.”

“I can handle it,” I said, “Remember my body is special.”

“Luca are you sure?” Lady Rya asked, her concern plain in her voice.

“This will keep her distracted so you can finish,” I said.

Lady Rya reluctantly lowered the barrage of syringes and reached for her staff. “I’m trusting you both,” She said sternly.

My attention returned to Amelia. Her eyes were glazed over with restraint, and I could feel her whole body trembling. “You can, if you want,” I told her. “I know you’re trying to protect me, and I thank you for it. But I don’t break so easily.”

Amelia whined, and I felt her hips buck against me. Her trembling got worse, but still she held back.

“You wanted this to be special, right? We're going to help you become your true self tonight. We're taking your body back. My body is special, it wasn't a one and done transformation, it shapes itself according to my partners desires. Amelia, let me be your fantasy.”

Amelia's eyes widened, the trembling stopped. Slowly, she reached out with her hand and took my shoulder, careful not to prick me with her claws, and rolled me onto my back so I was looking up at her. Her eyes searched my face desperately, looking for something.

I smiled up at her, and mastered my strength to bring my knees up on either side of her, spreading myself for her to access better.

Whatever she was looking for, she found it, as her next move was to grab me by the hips and pull herself closer to me. She flipped up my skirt, and with a delicate claw tore through my panties leaving only the waistband. A familiar weight dropped free in the exchange. It seems Amelia preferred me with a penis.

Her head dipped low between my legs and I felt a rush of warm air on my nethers as she gave me a sniff. I shivered, then jolted as I felt her hot tongue press itself against my balls and slowly lick up the length of my shaft. A bolt of lightning went down my spine and I stiffened immediately, becoming fully hard in a matter of seconds. It seemed I was still flush with carnal mana despite what Lady Rya had already burned through.

Amelia grabbed my thighs and lifted me up so my knees were near my head. Exposing my backdoor for her to see. I got a second to ponder her aim before I felt her tongue against my pucker. It was a strange sensation at first but the more I got used to it, the more pleasurable it became. It was relaxing, and each lick brought a throb from my cock. In a matter of minutes I had ruined the front of my skirt drooling precum all over it, but I couldn't care less.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lady Rya raise her staff again, and felt the drain once more, but this time I had Amelia holding me in place. No matter how weak I felt, I wasn't going anywhere. Amelia didn't seem to notice and continued eating me out eagerly. Those sparks kindled again, and quickly fanned into flames. I wanted more, needed more. I mustered what strength I could into words.

“Please, Amelia, I need to feel you inside me,” I begged.

Amelia froze, then slowly looked up at me. She let out a soft whine of need, and I nodded for her to continue. She leaned back and I saw Lady Rya was almost done with her shoulders, they were much less broad now and looked much more feminine. My eyes couldn't linger that high for long, as it was what was between her legs that demanded their attention. At least twelve inches of smooth pink cock stood at full attention, absolutely drooling pre all over itself.

I didn't care how big she was. I wanted her. “Please please please” I mouthed repeatedly, unable to make the words come out fully. She seemed to hear, and pulled her hips back so she could angle her shaft up against my hole. I worried briefly about fitting her, this was my first time taking something so large in my ass. My body is plastic, I reminded myself.

Amelia pushed in with a yelp and I let out a high moan as she spread me wide. She slid in easily, with the mixture of her ample pre and saliva. This felt different than the plug did. Something about having a cock made anal better. There was a spot just inside that felt like the root of all pleasure and she was crushing it with her size alone. My own cock throbbed and spurted pre out, the puddle now reaching the hem of my skirt. I looked down and saw I had taken about half of her. Slowly, she pushed the rest of the way in, hilting herself. I expected there to be some pain, some sign my body wasn't supposed to be used like that, but no such moment came. I had been right, I was made for this.

I reached up and gently stroked the fur on Amelia's cheek. She was trembling again, I could tell just how bad she wanted to rut me. I mustered my strength again and forced the words out. “I told you, you wouldn't hurt me. Now take me Amelia, please.”

The dam broke. She pulled back, and crashed into me again, smashing that magic spot inside me. Quickly she built up pace, and let out at first a whine, then a low growl as she claimed me. All I could do was take it and moan as the sensations overpowered me. Quickly I found myself on the edge. To my surprise, I felt ready to cum without even touching my cock.

Amelia's grip tightened on my thighs, her claws pressed into my skin. The pain hit me, bringing my attention sharply to focus. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation, I realized. She had me folded like a pretzel and pinned in place. There was little I could do to stop her, though I couldn't even conceive of wanting to. I was hers to use, and that felt so right, so perfect.

I was inches away from cumming, of fully submitting to her. My cock throbbed uselessly with each claiming thrust from her, right on the verge but never quite tipping over. Dimly a thought came to me, something important I was forgetting. The curse.

“Fuck!” I cried out between moans. It felt wrong to shift my attention mid scene, but I had to. “Mistress, may I cum? Please I'm so close it's driving me insane!” I begged.

Lady Rya said nothing, focusing on her spell as she weaved it. I could feel Amelia's hips widening with each thrust.

“Please!”

“Just a second, Luca,” Lady Rya said. She held her staff high as Amelia hammered in and out of me. Slowly, I began to feel the base of Amelia's cock swelling. It popped in and out of me freely at first but soon became too wide to fit. That didn't stop her from trying. Each thrust she rammed the bulbous knot against my hole, straining my entrance.

“I'm going to go crazy!” I pleaded. I had completely covered my front up to my tits in precum, and still more and more was squeezed out of me each time I was stuffed full of Amelia’s cock.

“Aaaand done!” Lady Rya cried, lowering her staff finally. My energy returned to me a little bit, no longer being drained. Using my new found strength, I managed to raise my hands and place them over Amelia's. Lady Rya hesitated, and I noticed her face was bright red. Was she turned on watching me get fucked? After a few seconds of staring, she waved her hand and uttered a few words. The spell broke, and so did I.

I screamed as the sensations finally pushed past their limit. My hands clamped down on Amelia's as I came. Thick white ropes painted my tits as my cock bounced and throbbed. My ass spasmed wildly around Amelia’s shaft, each throb of my own made me squeeze down on her. Milking her.

Amelia snarled and doubled her pace, ramming her knot against me until I gave in. It slipped in and for a second I felt like I might break. Then the pressure hit. Her knot popped in and flattened that magic spot. Suddenly I felt another peak rising through my afterglow.

“Fuck! Fuck me, Amelia!” I cried, my voice fully returning.

Amelia obliged, grinding her hips against mine. Each pull back would nearly, but not quite, pop her knot out before she rammed it back in. My hands flew to her shoulders and pulled desperately at them, trying to pull her closer. Amelia’s snarling ceased, and once more, a high pitch whine escaped her muzzle. Her ears flattened back. I knew what was coming.

“Fill me, please!” I begged.

Amelia hammered home one last time, pushing me right to the edge. I worried I wouldn’t get there without using my hands, but that worry vanished as I felt her cock throb inside me. The extra pressure was just enough, and I came again, spurting even higher the second time, plastering the fur between Amelia’s breasts with the first two blasts. The rest dribbled out of me in waves, each timed with the pulsing of Amelia shaft.

I felt the pressure build inside me as I rode out my orgasm, her pent up seed stuck behind the knot as she filled me. I squirmed beneath her, trying to gain a little room, and Amelia growled. Suddenly her hands were on my wrists, and my thighs plopped down onto hers. She pinned my hands to the ground and locked eyes with me. Her message was clear: Lie there and take her seed. I squeaked and obeyed, feeling small beneath her gaze. I was hers.

Finally, the throbbing came to an end, and I was left uncomfortably full. Amelia let out a huff and relaxed her grip on my arms. She leaned down and lapped at my neck twice. Her tongue felt soft and hot against my skin. Amelia then scooped me up and pulled me into her lap as she sat back. My legs fell to either side of her hips, and I whimpered as her cock shifted slightly inside me, still sensitive.

I let my hands fall on either side of her head, and pulled her closer to me. I kissed her forehead and her tail thumped twice. I smiled, I found it adorable that her tail wagged.

“Alright pretty girl,” I said with a grunt, “How long do we stay like this.”

“A couple hours,” Lady Rya said, her voice came between heavy breaths.

I blinked and looked over at her. She was sitting on the floor with her hand buried in the front of her pants. She must not have been able to contain herself. I wondered how she had been so quiet, then realized it probably wasn’t that; we were simply too loud to notice. Lady Rya whined and bucked her hips as she came, and then reluctantly pulled her hand free of her pants. Her fingers were shiny with her slick. She wiped her hand off on her pants and slumped back. Her staff lay forgotten on the ground behind her.

“I had to do a lot of research on werewolf anatomy in preparation for this,” Lady Rya said, explaining.

I looked down at Amelia and sighed, but couldn’t help but smile. I let myself rest against her chest, not caring about the mess I had made of us. Amelia wrapped her arms around me gently, burying me in her warmth.

“I’ll uh… I’ll give you two some privacy,” Lady Rya said, awkwardly. “Luca, just scream if you need any help.” She made her way for the door, leaving us alone.

I kissed Amelia’s head again, then snuggled back into her arms, settling in for a long cuddle. We stayed like that for a few minutes before Amelia laid down on her back, and let me lie on her stomach. After about an hour, I felt a warm wetness spreading out beneath me, and realized I was leaking. Her knot had begun to deflate. Her cum oozed out of me slowly, but it took another hour before her knot had shrunk enough to pop free of my ass. Gently, I lifted myself up, and slid her out of me. My asshole gaped open without her, overstretched, but I didn’t care. I flopped on the ground beside her and nuzzled up under her arm. Amelia held me and let out a contented sigh. I let my head rest on her chest and listened to her heartbeat until I fell asleep.

***

I woke up the next morning in my own bed, confused. I was totally naked, but still a little sticky from the night before. Hurriedly I threw on the t-shirt and pajama bottoms that were left out for me and rushed out into the hall. The house was quiet, and my anxiety spiked. I ran out into the den, and to my surprise saw both Lady Rya and Amelia sitting on the sofas. They each had a coffee cup in front of them. There was a sealed styrofoam takeout container on the table between them.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Amelia said.

“There’s our girl,” Lady Rya said. “We got breakfast, yours is still warm.”

Hesitantly, I made my way over to them and sat down. “I don’t remember anything after you left,” I said to Lady Rya, “Did everything go okay?”

“We were just talking that over,” Amelia said, “She just apologized to me for playing with herself. I told her I didn’t mind if you didn’t. How are you feeling? You passed out hard, we were a little worried about you.”

“I’m okay,” I said, then smiled. “I just need a shower.”

“We tried to clean you up, but you were out cold,” Lady Rya said.

I opened my food and started eating my eggs and bacon. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was. The other two let me finish eating before speaking.

“So we were talking it over,” Lady Rya said, “You know, boundaries and how to share you right.”

I blushed at the thought. They were getting along suspiciously well.

“I think we’ve come to an agreement,” Lady Rya said, “If you like the terms that is.

“We’d have one or two date nights a week, and Lady Rya would let you off work early to see me.”

I like the sound of that.

“Saturdays would be alternating, unless you needed a day to yourself,” Lady Rya said.

That made sense. “I think I’d like that,” I said, then turned to Amelia. “How are you feeling? Last night was a lot and I want to make sure I didn’t cross any lines. That wasn’t too soon, was it?”

Amelia shook her head and blushed. “No, No. Actually you have no idea how bad I needed that,” she said. “Thank you…” she was quiet for a few seconds, then continued. “The rest of the night went by pretty uneventfully. It turns out, without T I’m much more controlled in my other form. I think the worst I got up to was cleaning out your fridge. Mostly I just cuddled with you until we got you to bed.”

I smiled, relieved. “Good, I’m glad.”

“There’s one more safety thing to go over,” Lady Rya said. I turned my attention back to her. “You shouldn’t tell anyone we work with about Amelia’s condition, it could prove dangerous for her if she were discovered fully.”

I looked to Amelia again for confirmation and she nodded. “Best case scenario I would have to skip town,” she said.

I nodded. “Discretion is our specialty,” I said, and smiled. Amelia smiled back.

Something came to my mind then, making me blush anew. “So uh, does this… does this make us girlfriends?” I asked. “Like officially?”

“Would you like that?” Amelia asked.

“Would you?” I asked.

“I… I would, yes,” Amelia said.

“I’d like that too,” I said and smiled.

“Fucking lesbians,” Lady Rya said, and laughed.

“What do you even mean?” I asked her, getting frustrated.

“Just kiss already!” Lady Rya said.

I locked eyes with Amelia. She bit her lip, holding back. It was cute. I scootched down the couch and put my face near hers, parting my lips to make way for hers. Amelia held a second longer, then kissed me, wrapping her arms around me. I melted into her grip and let my hands slide around her waist, holding her close to me. We held like that for a minute before finally parting for breath. We both chuckled, laughing at each other’s blushing faces.

The rest of the morning the three of us chatted about nothing and everything. We went over my rules with Lady Rya and how they might affect my relationship with Amelia, and she was okay with the restrictions. It was a strange feeling, to have everything going right for you for once. I knew what I wanted out of life, and had it, twice over. It was the best day of my life so far, and for once I could let myself enjoy it.