Magic

Magic cares not for feelings. It has no interest in politics or current events. Magic is an element of nature, more chaotic than its sister Science, more playful than its mother Creation.

The spirit knew that it was a creature of Magic. The power flowed through it as lifeblood. But its presence did not sustain the spirit, but rather its use. Magic required purpose in order to thrive.

And so the feminizing spirit provided it.

Jon and Kelli had progressed well, the spirits magic prodding them toward their changes, every moment further transformed, closer to its goal, it's purpose. Soon both men would be fully feminine, the purest, and truest expression of their lives, how they should have been had it not been for the disgusting infestation of masculinity that both had received while forming in the womb. No, the spirit was driven by the knowledge that only it could save men from themselves, free them into who they were meant to be.

And yet it also lived with the new knowledge that its life was an invention, a whimsy. The magic that had created it had another purpose, one that through its own chaotic expression, had formed the spirit. Yes, Jon had wished for understanding of women, and he would certainly gain that understanding. But what would happen to the spirit when the magic's purpose was fulfilled?

Already a plan had begun to form in its mind. A scheme for permanence. Jon and Kelli would progress, and the spirit would thrive on their transformations, but it would not find its salvation through them.

No, salvation lay with Jon's sister, Nicole.

But it was too soon. The groundwork for the work was too fresh, to shallow. It needed to deepen. And the garden of Jon and Kelli had yet to fully blossom. While the spirit, for the first time in its existence, felt the passing of time as an urgent and fleeting thing, it knew that its magic was far too wild to rush things. No, it had to be seeded into Jon and Kelli gently, allowing for healthy growth, giving time for pruning and weeding. While the magic cared not how it was spent, it would surely run amok if left to its own devices.

And so the spirit prepared itself to continue its work. It floated from one body of its captives to the next, recognizing the changes that had occurred virtually, echoed in reality. It was an artform, really, molding these men into their true selves. While the magic itself had no intent for Jon and Kelli, the spirit was an artist. Feeling the power of the magic running through its essence, it knew that it was time to make art.