A Force Of Habit
By Jessica Drew
Originally Posted On Fictionmania
Chapter 20
Danielle high kicked her left leg, her yellow cheerleader skirt lifting up, as she thrust her pom-poms out to either side. She moved in perfect unison with the rest of the girls, her pony-tailed blonde hair whipping around her.
She beamed a smile at the small crowd of boys that had come to the field to watch the cheerleader try-outs. She was sure they would approve of the glimpses of her panties along with her large breasts as they bobbed beneath her top.
"5...6...7...8!"
Danielle expertly cartwheeled, accompanied by whoops and cheers from the boys, finishing with the splits.
The sound of applause softly carried on the breeze as Danielle stood back up. She'd done it! She hadn't even slipped up once!
It was only a shame that Mikayla hadn't made it out, she'd been looking forward to it as much as she had these past few weeks. She felt bad about Mikayla, but she simply hadn't been able to sit there and listen to her saying all those bad things about Carl.
Carl. Danielle sighed as she thought about him. Their affair had begun the night she stayed over at Mikayla's place. He'd practically pounced on her that night in the dining room, caressing her soft breasts and
playing with her pussy till she came. Of course it had been her own fault for being dressed like such a slut. But since then it had been wonderful. There had been the shopping spree, the make-over, the hotel room. And, of course, the sex. Her pussy tingled even now at the thought of it. What's more is that Carl had taught her a lot about how a young woman like her should behave. She'd learned to be subservient and attentive. She'd learned to keep herself attractive and beautiful at all times. She'd learned how to dress and how to pleasure. No, that didn't sound like a cruel, nasty man to her.
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"Mikayla Simmons... I know you've only been at the school a few months now, but I still expected better from you."
Principal Johnson stood, his fists resting on his desk as he addressed the brunette girl sitting opposite him.
"Your grades were up. This week your science grades alone have been, to quote Mr. Quinn, exceptional... And now this."
Mikayla looked up, seeing genuine disappointment in Principal Johnson's eyes. She felt horrendous. How had it all come to this? Why would Samantha have done this to her? Feeling vulnerable and alone she had
easily been seduced by Samantha's affections, only for her to suddenly run off, claiming that Mikayla had sexually assaulted her. Samantha had been taken off by the school nurse, whilst Mikayla had been marched straight to the principal's office.
"You realize these are very serious allegations..."
"I didn't do anything! That's not what happened," Mikayla pleeded again futilely. She watched as Principal Johnson huffed, scratching at his grey beard.
"I'm going to have to call both yours and Samantha's fathers and have them come to the school."
"Please, no!! You can't do that!" Mikayla rose from her seat, her green eyes glistening.
"Mikayla sit down!"
"You don't understand..." Mikayla's lip trembled as she sat back down defeated. She daren't go to the authorities about her father. They would never believe her, just as Principal Johnson didn't believe her about Samantha. Besides, with the magic her father wielded, the last thing she wanted was for anyone else to come to any harm.
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Carl Simmons entered his house, closing the front door behind him. He immediately saw that the answerphone on the table in the hall was flashing with a new message. He smiled. He didn't need to check the message. He knew exactly what it was about. Instead he picked up the phone and redialled the last incoming number.
"Principal Johnson? I hear there's a problem with Mikayla... Yes.... Yes.... I agree this is very serious.... Yes, I know.... Yes, I agree, it would be a shame to have to involve the authorities... I'll get to the school as soon as I can...."
Carl checked the clock on the wall.
"Can you stay with her till then?.... Good.... Yes, Principal Johnson, I hope we can clear this matter up too..."
Carl hung up. As he had expected Mikayla had been detained thanks to his little "performance". Little did his daughter know that he had been keeping tabs on her at school all this time, spying on her from under her very nose. It had been easy to fabricate an identity as a girl called Samantha, to cloud the attentions of the teachers who would, every now and then, find an extra girl in their class.
Carl inwardly cringed, feeling sick. It still disgusted him every time he became a female again. The feeling of his breasts, his hair, the pussy between his legs... It had brought it all back. Reminding him that he had once been a woman. A woman called Heather O'Brien. He could still picture himself as a young girl, as he had sat carefully studying his spell books. He could still hear his father's disapproving words.
"Why are you even bothering? You're just a girl, you'll never amount to anything! A witch can never aspire to the magical heights that a male warlock can achieve. You're a failure! Just like your mother!"
Carl visibly began to shake as the memories came to him. He strode into the dining room, finding his spell books still there where he had been studying them last night.
"Arrrrrhhh!" Carl threw the books across the room with frustration, loose pages whipping up into the air. He had vowed all those years ago to prove his father wrong. He would become as powerful as a warlock, he would make his father proud.
And so, as Heather, he had met Carl Simmons, a weak willed but powerful business man. Turning the tables on him, he had stolen his identity by using the transformation stone. Of course, he could have just turned himself into any man at anytime, but this way he instantly fell into a position of power. It had felt good to sit at the head of Carl's executive board. Business was easy, it worked itself most of the time. However, mastery of the magical arts still alluded him. He had found that he was no more powerful than he was before. He still required his books and artifacts like the transformation stone for most of his spell-casting. Not like a true warlock, who would be able to summon the magicks at will. No, underneath it all he was still a useless woman. His father had been right.
But all was not lost. He still had potential. Potential to sire a child of his own. Yes, he would father a boy who would grow to become a powerful warlock in his stead.
And then Mikayla was born. A girl! Of all things, another useless girl! He blamed her mother. Her passing had been unfortunate, but justified. He would not make the same mistake again. Not this time. He would have his son...
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After calming himself down, Carl set about preparing for the ritual. He hadn't expected this day to come so soon, but Mikayla's powers had evidentally begun to emerge early. Most warlocks or witches would be eighteen or nineteen before displaying any evidence of sorcery.
Carl set about clearing the sofas and coffee table to the side of the living room, leaving a large space in the middle. Taking a stick of chalk he began to draw a large pentangle on the wooden floor. At each of its points he placed a small white candle, not yet lighting them.
Standing before the large pentangle with a spell book open in his hands, Carl began reciting words in an ancient language. Carl closed his eyes. He could feel a cool breeze ruffling his hair as he spoke. Opening them again, he saw that the white lines of the pentangle had begun to glow. He continued to read the ancient words, holding the book in his left hand as he outstretched his right, his palm pointed towards the floor. The pentangle glowed brighter with a fierce white light before finally fading. It was done. The Spell Of Conception. Any consumation performed over the pentangle would now conceive a child. Tonight would be his only opporutnity, and he was taking no chances.
And now for the final touch; his masterstroke. He hefted another tome from the dining room and brought it through. Again casting his hand out, Carl began to incant over the pentangle which now began to glow a bright blue. After much studying, Carl had found that with a subtle variation on the Spell Of Preference he would be able to fix the sex of any child conceived over the pentangle.
Carl closed his books, at last satisfied. All he needed now was the would-be mother, and he knew exactly where she was. After all Carl had ensured that she was now being kept under close watch at school.
As Carl returned his books to the cabinet in the dining room, he was alarmed to hear the chime of the front doorbell.
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"Danielle?"
"Hi!"
Carl watched as the blonde teenager slipped past him into the house, her short yellow skirt bouncing off her hips and round backside. Her heaving chest strained her tight red top.
"This... isn't a good time," Carl irritatdly said to her.
"I just had to come and tell you something!" Danielle's smile lit up her pretty face as she flicked her luxurious blonde hair over her shoulders. "I made the cheerleading squad!"
Carl raised his right eyebrow in amusement. Clearly Daniel was now deep into the belief that he was a girl called Danielle. As a practioner of magic Carl himself was immune to the changes in reality that the transformation stone inevitably caused with prolonged use.
"And I imagine you've wanted to be one ever since you were a little girl?"
"Yes, how did you know? I came over because I thought we could celebrate."
Carl made motions to usher Danielle back out of the door.
"This really isn't a good time."
"Pleeeeassse," Danielle pleaded in her high-pitched voice. And with that she gripped the hem of her cheerleader skirt and lifted it up over her hips. Carl immediately saw that she wasn't wearing panties. Carl could feel his cock begin to stir in his pants as he stared at the small triangle of blonde pubic hair nestled between her white thighs. He really had created a shameless slut. He glanced again at the clock in the hall, checking the time. What Carl said next would prove to be his first big mistake.
"Let's go upstairs."
...continued in Chapter 21
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