But What?

Jill slowly came to. What had happened? She remembered prepping the spell, then enacting the spell, then… fog…

When she thought back to that moment, she couldn’t concentrate. Focussed thought just slipped away. A random thought would pop into her head, or something long forgotten, or a punchline to a joke she had heard. Anything but the memory she needed.

Something had gone wrong. She must have miscalculated the amount of chaos involved, and now she had no way of recalling the important details she’d need to fix it. She might not even know how she was being affected by the spell, if at all!

“Stop it, Jill,” she told herself in her young masculine voice, “you’re just freaking yourself out. These things usually resolve themselves in no time, so just be patient.”

It was true. Usually an overly chaotic spell would just create a small hiccup, or a reality bubble that would eventually pop, so she probably didn’t have anything to worry about.

She could hear someone in the hallway, so she climbed to her feet and saw her son, Alan, walking toward his bedroom wearing nothing but a towel. Watching his behind sway as he walked away from her, she felt her penis begin to engorge from the confines of her black skirt. He was just so cute, she couldn’t wait to get a piece of him later. Images danced through her mind of fantasies she held of her son, his masculine face planted on her former body, being ravaged by Jill herself. She saw Alan as a naughty nurse, tending to a groin injury for her. She saw Alan as a school teacher tutoring Jill in Sex-Ed. She saw Alan as a dominatrix overpowering and forcing Jill to submit.

Oh, and did she submit.

Jill was lucky. How many mothers got to have a dreamboat like Alan as their son? And now that she had finally convinced him to switch bodies, maybe he’d finally be convinced to take their relationship to the next level.

She slid her left hand into her skirt and started softly pulling on her penis as she watched Alan enter his room and close the door. He was her dream. Maybe she should go now. Having just gotten clean, maybe it was the perfect time to profess her lust. She could beg, on knees, for his affection. It wasn’t beyond her. Her lust far overpowered her pride.

Yes, that’s what she would do. She took her hand out of her skirt, saving her erection for Alan, and walked down the hall, her heels clicking decisively. She was her own woman, someone who could choose what she wanted, a powerful witch, after all. It was time she started acting like it. She would walk into Alan’s room, throw herself at his feet, and beg to be his plaything.

Maybe after she got that out of the way, she’d be able to figure what went wrong with the spell. It was probably something obvious, something she’d have a good laugh about later. But laughter was for later. Alan came first.