I was warned that my daughter’s puberty would mark the beginning
of her witching ability. That I should
be careful as she won’t know the extent of her powers. I figured a girl grounded with the right
ethics and morals would better be prepared to handle the awesome power that she
would wield one day, so I never stopped lover her, nor stopped disciplining
her.
It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that in a fit of
teenaged rage she through a curse at me, making me live out a week of her
life. When she calmed down and realized
the enormity of what she had wrought, she tried her best to help me. I appreciated her efforts to help me pick out
clothes and heeded her warnings about inadvertently flirting with the
boys. She took great efforts to teach
me about being a girl in a modern high school.
Of course she couldn’t understand that I didn’t have any
problems fitting into the feminine lifestyle.
That I could easily handle the randy advances of hormone riddled high
school boys and the strange clique of girls that welcomed me into their
group. Afterall she inherited her
powers from her mother… my loving wife.
My loving wife who had transformed me on many occasions before including
into the body of this budding giggling girl.
No, my problem was going through algebra all over
again. I hate algebra.
source: Simone's Tumbler
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