"No!" he said, defiant. She was lying to him.

"Now Jake, tell me. How many times have you played cards with your friends, and you seemed to guess right so often?"

"They don't want to play cards with me. They say I'm too lucky."

"Or when we went to the store, and you knew just which pack of trading cards to take out of the box, because it had the one you needed."

"So, I'm lucky. That doesn't make me a witch."

"How about they way you can look at an animal, and know what it is thinking and feeling."

"How do you know that?" he said. He thought it was his secret.

"Because it happened to me too, when I was about your age. You see, a witch does not get all of her powers at once. They grow gradually as she ages. I cannot even begin to do anything close to what your grandmother can. And you cannot even imagine my powers. Now, you have the beginnings of power, but as you grow older, your powers will grow too."

"Cool. I have powers!"

"Remember though Jake, you can only use them for good. If you use your powers for evil...you don't even want to think of the punishment."

"When do I get more powers?"

"As you grow and develop, your powers will grow with you too. A witch does not reach her full powers until she is 70 or so. That's why the image most people have of witches is of an old lady. We have powers when we're young, but it takes an older woman to have the strong powers such as flight, that might get noticed. That is why we have to be very careful. A witch must never allow anyone to know her powers."

"Why?"

"Because if people knew she was a witch, then they would want to harm her. Out of fear, or jealously. You must never allow anyone to know anything about your true heritage. You must never let them know that you are a witch. A witch must be discrete in all of her dealings."

"You keep saying 'her' " said Jake.

"That's right. Because all witches are women."

"But I'm a boy. So I can't be a witch."

"No. You don't understand. You see, with normal humans, those that are born as boys grow up to be men. Those who are born as girls grow up to be women. But for witches, no matter whether you're born as a boy or a girl, you still grow up to be a *witch*."

"You mean..."

"Yes son. I know it is hard to accept, but you are going to become a woman, just like me."

"No!" he yelled. He wasn't going to change! He wouldn't allow it to happen. Girls were yucky, wanting to kiss him and play stupid games. He hated girls, and wanted nothing to do with them. There was no way that he was going to be one!

"Jake, you cannot stop it. It is nature's way. You are ten years old now, and that is the age at which puberty sets in for most girls. You need to understand that when puberty comes for you, you are going to start to develop *female* sex characteristics, not male ones. You need to understand that you are about to become a young woman."

"No! It's not true!"

"Yes it is Jake. I would not lie to you."

"How do you know?" he said, still not believing her.

"Because Jake, when I was your age, I was a boy too. But one day I started to develop, and I became female, just as you will. I know it is true, because it happened to *me*."

"You were a boy?" he said, stunned.

"Yes. Just like you. And soon, you will be a woman, like me."

That night, Jake had bad dreams in bed. He refused to give in, and believe his mother. But what if she was right? He hated the little girls so much, the way they teased him. And they were smarter than him, bigger and stronger. He hated how they looked, how the dressed. But his mom said that he was going to become one of them. He cried himself to sleep.

* * *

For the next few weeks, Jake regularly checked himself for signs of puberty, but there were none. He knew from school that boys tended to enter puberty later than girls, so perhaps his mom was wrong after all. The long it took before it set in, then the better it looked for him.

Most young boys were looking forward to puberty, but Jake dreaded it. Time dragged on, and he looked at the girls in school with derision. He wasn't about to join them, in their pretty dresses and skirts. He was a boy, and he would never be like them.

But one night, while taking a bath, Jake looked at himself and noticed something: pubic hairs. There were just a couple, but he knew immediately what it meant. Puberty was starting for him.

All the color drained from his face. It was starting. What if his mom was right? He pulled the hairs out, as painful as it was, hoping that it would stop the process. But removing a few hairs does not stop mother nature from doing her work.

A few days later, he noticed more pubic hairs. He examined the rest of his body, but there were no other visible changes. This brought him hope again, and he prayed that he would stay as he was.

But one night, his worst fears were realized. As if overnight, he found that he had changed in another way: his breasts had begun budding. There was no mistaking it.

It was a definite sign of *female* puberty, and he had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he realized that his mom was right. As much as he had been mad at her for telling him, he realized at that moment that she had done the right thing by warning him. If he woke up with budding breasts one day, without knowing what was going on, he would have gone nuts.

"My breasts are budding" he told his mom, but with more loathing and dread in his voice than excitement.

"Do you believe me now?" she said.

"Yes mom. But I hate this! I don't want to be a girl!"

"Jake, you're going to have to accept the facts. You are growing up to be an adult, and we can't always have things the way we like. You need to get used to the fact that you are becoming a young woman. Tomorrow I am going to the store to get you a training bra, and some proper female clothes."

"I'm not wearing a dress!" he protested.

"But won't you look foolish when you're a girl wearing boy's clothes? You're going to need to start changing your wardrobe very soon, so you need to learn how to wear girl's clothes. I won't make you wear them outside the house yet, and you can still pretend that you're a boy when you play with your friends. But in a few weeks when your breasts are bigger and you start looking pretty, will you still want to see them? Or will you want them to see you as a girl?"

"No" he said, sheepishly.

"Then you will need to listen to me. You need to learn how to act like a girl, because the new friends you make will think that you're a girl, just like them."

Jake began to cry.

"There, there" said Anne. "Girls are more emotional than boys. I know it is overwhelming to you, but think of your reward. You are going to have powers soon, beyond your imagination. You will be a pretty girl, but more powerful than any man could ever be."

Jake cried in her arms, until his eyes were red and bleary. He needed to go off and sleep. He felt tired now, and soothed from his mother's love.

* * *

It was quite a weekend for Jake. He got up on Saturday as usual, to play soccer with his team. He looked across to the next field where they girls were playing.

"I wonder if I'll be with them in a few weeks" he thought to himself.

Then after lunch he played football with his buddies. But when his mom picked him up, she made him go take a bath right away to clean up.

"I'm going to have you learn how to wear your new outfits" she said. "You have much to learn."

She put a floral scented oil into the bath water.

"Ew, that stinks!" protested Jake.

"You need to smell nice, like a girl" said Anne. She could not help but to noticed the additional grown on Jake's breast buds. The pace of change was far greater for witches than for normal humans. He did not have much time left, when they would recognize him as a boy. There were already subtle changes in his face that he had either missed, or ignored.

Jake came into his mother's room, wearing boxer shorts.

"Take those off. Those are *boy's* clothes" said Anne, with a particular sneer when she said "boy's", like they were something very bad.

Jake was naked in front of her, and felt ashamed, even if this was his mother. She handed him a pair of pretty pink panties, which he reluctantly put on. It made him feel yucky to wear them. That's what girls wore.

Next, she gave Jake a training bra, which he struggled to put on. She had to show him how to do it, and had him practice taking it on and off a dozen times until he could do it smoothly.

"You will need to wear one of these all the time, as soon as your breasts get a little bigger" she said. He didn't realize just how soon that would be.

Now Anne had Jake put on white tights, and a pretty dress that came down to almost his ankles.

"I feel so foolish" he said.

"You look so pretty" she replied, dotingly.

"I don't want to look pretty" he said.

"You will soon, when you're a girl" she replied, matter-of-factly.

Anne played with Jake's hair, which she had kept somewhat long on purpose. Because she knew what was coming for him, and having long hair would be a plus, when he was a girl.

"Now that you're dressed up like a girl, I will treat you like one. You need to act and behave like a girl, and do what mommy does. Do you understand, Caryn?"

"Who?"

"You heard me Caryn."

"But I'm Jake!" he protested.

"Not anymore. What kind of name is that for a pretty girl? No, your name is Caryn now."

"No!"

"Be a good girl for mommy, or you will be punished. Do you want me to punish you?"

Knowing now that his mom was really a witch, this was a frightening prospect. Jake had no choice but to play along, at least for now.

"So I ask you again, do you understand, Caryn?"

"Yes mother" he replied.

"Good. I'm glad that you've accepted your new name Caryn. You will find that being a girl is a wonderful experience! You will discover so many things. And you will like being a girl *so* much more than being a boy. I bet that after today, you won't want to go back to wearing your icky boy's clothes. I bet that after today, you will be so excited about being a girl that you'll wish your change would happen sooner."

Jake doubted that.

Anne made 'Caryn' dress up in many different outfits, one more frilly and pretty than the next. He ended up wearing a schoolgirl outfit, with a plaid skirt, and a dark blue sweater that covered a white blouse beneath. Only the cuffs and the collar were exposed, each of them lacy and frilly. Caryn even had to wear girl's shoes.

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