Woman by Witchcraft


By: Sapphire Stevens  
© 1980-2003     

Chapter Nine   

The bars weren't too crowded, but Sharon and Patti would only get a  drink or two at each before they'd move on, until they came to the "Olde  Coat Pub", their favorite watering hole. Taking a table there, they  ordered their drinks and sat back to relax.   

"How do you like being a girl, Patti?" Sharon asked.   

"It's slightly heady, the way everybody looks at you different. I  couldn't quite believe it when those two guys got up to give us their  table in the last place."   

"It'll happen more often, now that you look the way you do!"   

"I hope so, with these heels forcing me to take these mincing little steps........" Patti moaned.   

Just as he was saying that, Patti happened to look up, and noticed two of his friends from school enter the Pub. 

"OH SHIT!" he squealed, turning his head away.   

"What's the matter?"   

"Those two guys that just walked in, they are Bob and Joe from school,  we were fairly good friends."   

"I'm sure that they'd like you even more now!" she joked, then seeing  the stricken look on his face, added, "...just kidding."   

"What if they recognize me? They're looking this way."   

"At us, unless I miss my guess," she said. "You probably look familiar  to them, but they don't know from where. Just act like a girl, and it  should all be fine." The tension built for another ten minutes, all the  while they kept looking at the girls!   

"We've got to leave!" Patti pleaded.   

"We can't go without passing them. Wait a minute, I've got an idea!"  Whereupon Sharon stood up and calmly walked into the lobby. Seconds later,  she reappeared, carrying something in her hands.   

"Here you are, light up!" she said, as she handed Patti a pack of  cigarettes and a book of matches.   

"You know I don't smoke!"   

"That's right! All of your friends know that Pat doesn't smoke, never  has. So if Patti smokes, nobody will make the connection. If they still  see any resemblance, just say that your Pat's cousin."   

Opening the pack, Patti noticed that they were Virginia Slims 100's.               

"Why this particular brand?" he asked her.   

"One, they're for women, and two, their motto fits you."   

"Their motto?"     

"Yeah...'You've come a long way baby!', and nobody's come longer than  you!" she giggled.   

"Not funny!" Patti whispered as he fumbled with the cigarettes.   

"Here, watch me," Sharon said. Deftly holding the cigarette with the  first two fingers of her right hand, she placed it near the tip. With her  palm in, she brought it to her lips, and holding it there, lit it.  Inhaling deeply, she slowly exhaled with a sigh.   

"When did you smoke?" he questioned her.   

"Since well before I met you, but I don't around you, because you  object to it so much. Now, you do it. But, don't inhale yet, just hold  the smoke in your mouth for a second. You can learn to inhale later."  As they sat and smoked, she watched and corrected him.

  

"...that's right, but hold your fingers straighter ... purse your lips  more when you inhale...not too bad. Rest your elbow on the table with  the cigarette held out... soon you'll be smoking like an old timer. You  know, a lot of men think women who smoke are extra sexy. I guess it's  the wrapping of the lips around the cigarette that makes them think of  oral sex."   

The imprint of his lipstick on the cigarette was turning Patti on a  little bit, but the super tight panty girdle would make sure that nothing  showed, even while it made any erection quite painful.    

"Don't let it burn too far down; not only is that the worst part for  you, but puffing on a short butt is not ladylike." By the second one,  Patti was feeling more relaxed about smoking, and was thinking that the  ruse might have worked! He should have known! Just then, Joe and Bob  decided to pick up their drinks and come over to their table.   

"Hi Girls! Can we join you?" Before either Sharon or Patti could open  their mouths, they pulled up chairs and sat down.              

"This might sound like a come-on, but we're sure that we know you from  somewhere, are you from around here?" As Patti opened his mouth to answer,  Sharon did it for him.      

"I don't know if that's possible, she just moved in with her relatives,  the Fay's."   

"You're sure," looking at Patti again, "you don't go to college here  in town?"   

"No..." Patti answered, softening his voice to sound more girl-like,  "but my cousin does."   

"What's his name?" asked Joe.   

"Patrick Fay"   

"Oh! So that's it. Pat's a real good friend of ours, we must have  noticed the family resemblance," exclaimed Bob. Glancing over at Sharon,  Patti saw her grinning.   

"But Pat never looked as sexy as you do....ah....what's your name?"   

"Patricia, Patti for short."   

"Boy, what a weird coincidence. We'll just call you "Trish" instead,  okay? We don't want to confuse you with Pat!"   

"Heavens, no!" added Sharon, and all three laughed. Patti reached for  another cigarette, and Bob leaned over to light it for him. For some  reason, this sent a tingle down his spine, as he noticed that he couldn't  help but show some breast as he leaned over. No wonder men like to light  cigarettes for women. The talk was soft and friendly, but Sharon and  Patti were still nervous. Slowly, the conversation came around to what  they were doing next Friday night. Without thinking, Patti answered that  they weren't doing that much. The next thing he knew, Sharon and Patti  had a double date with Bob and Joe for dinner and dancing. Telling them  that they had to go, but would meet them there at 5:30pm on Friday, they  left.   

"Oh Boy! How can we get out of that?" Patti sighed.   

"I don't know...do you want to?"   

"Of course! They're boys!"   

"I noticed, kinda cute, though..."   

"But I don't want to go out with a guy, I'm a guy!"   

"Really? Not to them... I think it would do us both good. We should  both start seeing other guys."   

"But I only want you!"   

"The way you look now, I'd have to be a lesbian to get a sexual charge  with you. Don't get me wrong, we can still be best of friends, GIRLFRIENDS.  I'm not gay, and Joe seemed so...so masculine. Do you know what I mean?"   

"No, I don't!"   

"Well, although the last time we had sex it was great, I want to be  seen with a GUY every once in a while, not some sexy chick. You look so  soft and feminine, nobody notices me! Well, Joe noticed me, and to tell  you the truth, I'm looking forward to our date. By the way, if you think  of backing out, I'll do something that YOU will regret."   

"Are you telling me that you're not my girl anymore?"   

"How can I be your girl, PATTI? You're a girl now, too. When you look  like a guy again, then I'll be your girl again. Right now, we're best  GIRL friends. We talk, we go shopping, and double date together. Don't  worry, I'll be with you for your first date, but from then on, you're on  your own." Pointing to the mirror behind the bar, she added, "After all,  you're a big girl now!"   

Looking at the mirror, Patti saw two attractive girls sitting at a  table, talking, smoking, and from the way they were dressed, looking for  guys. While looking in the mirror, he didn't notice Rick come in, but  true to his luck of the evening, he saw Patti. Coming straight over,  Patti finally saw him when his image appeared in the mirror. Looking up  startled, Rick slid into the chair that Bob had just vacated.   

"Hi Sharon, Hi dear, I see you took my advice about making the most  of your situation. You look even better that you did last night. Sharon,  did you know that this girl is one hell of a kisser? I've been  remembering that kiss all day. I guess you have too, or you wouldn't be  dressed the way you are."   

"Good Kisser, Ha!" Sharon stood up and took her purse. "I guess you  don't need my help girlie, from now on, you can handle it on your own!"  and she stormed out.   

"Why did you have to do that?" Patti pleaded, as he started to rise  to follow her. 

"SIT DOWN!" he commanded, in a tone that brooked no argument. "I did  that for two reasons. One, to get rid of her, and two, to let you know  how our relationship is going to be." 

"Our relationship?" Patti asked dumbly.              

"Yes, now that you're your real self, you'll need a man. While I'm  around, I'll need a woman. From this moment on, you're that woman! Any  arguments out of you will lead to your exposure, and not just to your  local school friends. Dressing as a woman is illegal in this state, you  know! We're going out tomorrow night. I'll pick you up at your house;  wear a dress, and bring your cigarettes." Reaching over, he held Patti's  face in his hands, bringing their faces together. "Give me a kiss  good-bye, Sweetheart." When Patti tried to pull away, his thumbs pressed  into his neck, making the room spin. "Come on Lover! Kiss your man like  the good little girl that you are!" 

Patti nodded to relieve the pressure on his windpipe. To preserve his  life, he leaned forward, and tried to give Rick a soft, submissive kiss  on the lips, but he thrust his tongue into Patti's mouth, and they ended  up kissing a lot longer than he had planned.          

"That's more like it! See you tomorrow!" Rick left suddenly, leaving  Patti hurt, confused, and somehow.... wanting? 

That night seemed to have been a turning point in Patti's life. He was on an express train to womanhood, and there was no getting off. More than  his body had undergone a transformation, his emotions were different than they were two weeks ago. A part of Patti wanted Rick, maybe always had.  Now he was having it all forced upon him. The changes in his body, were  they over yet? What caused them, any way? The doctors didn't seem to know.  His relationships were changing, from lover to friend with Sharon, and  friend to lover with Rick. And what about his "date" with Bob? Graduation  would be next week, and he guessed they'd graduate Patti, and not Patrick.  OH NO! He just then remembered that there is a formal dance afterwards.  If that wasn't enough, his mom was giving rather broad hints about him  having to get a job. Patti thought his degree in business would help, but  he'd have to do it as Patti. He wasn't sure what the future held for  himself anymore, but he was willing to bet it would be as Patti in skirts. 

Picking up her cigarettes and purse, Patti Fay went home to meet her  future.

 

By the time Patti made it home, his feet ached, and all he wanted to  do was to take a quick shower and go to bed. The trip home was an  adventure all by itself. The first problem was that he had already spent  most of his money on drinks for himself and Sharon. This meant that a  taxi was out of the question. While Pat felt lucky that the busses ran  all night long, they had limited service after 10pm. This meant that,  first he had to walk from the bar where he and Sharon had their fight,  and where he and Rick had their "discussion". Three terrible blocks of  wolf whistles, cat calls, and two cars pulling over to ask if "she"  wanted to "party". Once on the bus, it quieted down some, but the driver  never kept his eyes off Patti. At first, he thought the driver recognized  him, but as he was leaving, the driver reached out and patted him on his  ass. "Sure you want to leave, Honey? We could have a good time together  if you want to make some extra money!" 

Damn, they all though he was a common streetwalker. All told, it took  him over an hour to finally return. Sitting on his back porch, Patti  smoked his last cigarette, and contemplated what to tell his Mom.  Stubbing it out, he slipped his heels off, and tiptoed into his room.    

Continued in Chapter 10

 

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