A Change of Seasons (BE, AG, M2F)

Dakota Thompson looked down at the box his mom had handed him with sadness. He’d loved his aunt Mercy. The box was all that was left of her that the bitter squabbling by his remaining aunts and uncles hadn’t managed to tear apart or had been squandered. His aunt Mercy had been one of the few people that Dakota felt understood him, even while most of the rest of his family seemed to treat her as the black sheep of the family. Still, if nothing else, it had solidified Dakota’s resolve to do as his aunt Mercy had done and removed himself from their influence. The squabble over his aunt Mercy’s estate had shown just how manipulative they all were, including his mother. Dakota wanted nothing to do with them.

Putting the box in the trunk of his beat-up old Camry, Dakota took one last look at his mom’s house, silently wished her well, and started the two-hour drive home. It gave him plenty of time to think about the direction of his life. On the bright side, he was dating, had a job he didn’t hate most days, and had recently graduated college. At twenty-two, he still had his whole life in front of him. Still, there were secrets in his life that only his aunt and his girlfriend knew and now he had only his girlfriend to share those parts of his life with.

His aunt had been the one that had encouraged him to grow his hair out when he was a teen. When people had bullied him for remaining thin and not putting on any muscle during his teens, instead of his mom wondering what was wrong with him, his aunt Mercy had said that sometimes it takes time to become the person you are meant to be. When his mom had told him that art and music would get him nowhere, his aunt bought him pencils and a guitar and helped him learn to play.

When he wanted to dress up like a princess when he was nineteen for a costume party at college, his mother and father both mocked him and told him he’d be better off as a witch.

Dakota took a deep breath and tried not to dive too deep into that memory. His aunt Mercy, a wonderful, sweet woman that she was, took their barbs and made it better. It wasn’t the first time he’d dressed as a girl, but she was the first person to ever see him do it. She’d agreed that he’d make an excellent witch, going so far as to buy him falsies and do his makeup.

That party was where he’d met Katherine, or Kitty as she preferred to be called. The fiery, slender redhead had been dressed as a magical girl from an anime Dakota still couldn’t name and had thought Dakota was a girl initially. The two had hit it off. When Kitty realized Dakota was a boy, she’d simply smiled and kissed him. “You’re the sexiest girl here and the sexiest guy, too,” Kitty had explained. “Why wouldn’t I be attracted to you?”

The pair had been together ever since and, while Dakota wanted to propose, something had held him back. Kitty had moved in with him almost a year ago and was working on her Master’s degree in ancient civ while working for the local museum part-time while Dakota had used the inheritance from his dad to buy a bar in town. Katherine had never brought up getting married and the pair had settled into a comfortable living arrangement. From time to time, Dakota would dress up as a woman and the pair would go out clubbing, taking care to avoid being anywhere near “Look Both Ways”, Dakota’s bar. Aside from that, life wasn’t all that exciting but it was always good.

Pulling up in front of his house, Dakota sighed. It was almost Halloween and he still hadn’t decided on a costume this year. Grabbing the box, Dakota headed inside, determined to not let what had happened at his mom’s house bother him. He’d barely had time to set the box on the living room coffee table before Kitty ran into the room, wearing nothing but a black chemise, and hugged him. “You left before I was up this morning,” she said, kissing his cheek. “How’d things go with your mom?”

“Not great,” Dakota said, hugging her back. She looked up at him with concern. “It’s fine, really. Mom was just being her usual, selfish self. I suppose I should be grateful that there was even this much from Aunt Mercy.”

The pair moved to the couch before Kitty opened the box. “Did she leave you anything neat?” Kitty asked, peering inside. She lifted out a large book. “You always talked about her. I wish I’d had the chance to meet her.”

Dakota reached for the book as Kitty handed it to him. A tingle ran through his arm almost causing him to drop the book. Kitty flinched as well, letting go of the book. Dakota quickly turned his wrist, the large book landing squarely against his chest. “What the hell?” Dakota muttered. Taking the large book in both hands, he looked it over. He could have sworn the book had been black a moment ago but now it was a shimmery purple with a small latch.

“I don’t feel so hot, Kota,” Kitty said, leaning back and snuggling against Dakota. “What is that, anyway?”

“I’m not exactly sure,” Dakota replied. He thumbed the latch and popped the book open. He blinked twice as words swirled onto the page. “Did you see that?”

Kitty nodded, her eyes growing wide. “That page was, like, blank a moment ago, wasn’t it?”

Dakota began to thumb through the pages. The book’s images reminded him of a cross between a porno manga and something from a Halloween prop shop. Most of the women had exaggerated figures and, on a couple of occasions, there was a transformation from a black cat into a catgirl. From curses to reality manipulation, there were descriptions and warnings for each with an incantation that followed.  It took a full moment for what the book was to sink in. “I think it’s a spellbook,” Dakota said as he reached the end. 

On the very last page, there was a sticky note that read “I know you’ll make a great witch. – Mercy”.

“A great witch?” Dakota mumbled. He flipped back to the front and began to skim through the first few pages which were not, as expected, spells, but a guide to being a witch. “A witch is always more powerful when she is with her familiar. A witch is powered by her emotions while a witch’s familiar is quite useful by being able to draw out several of them, including lust, love, and joy. Fair warning: most familiars tend toward acting silly in order to keep on their Mistress’s good side.”

Kitty smiled, rubbing up against Dakota’s side. “Sounds like having a familiar could be fun, meow,” Kitty said. She blinked and sat up. “Did I just meow?”

Dakota looked at Kitty. “I think you just did,” he said. His eyes drifted down her front, noting her breasts. Katherine had always had smallish breasts before but, with every breath she took, it seemed as if her chest would rise but not fall back down. Her nipples poked through the chemise as her breasts continued to swell. “Kitty, look at your chest,” Dakota said, his tone excited.

Kitty looked down and cupped her breasts. “I have boobies,” she said with a giggle before pausing. “I mean, I have titties… melons… b… boobs.” She pouted, which caused her now bee-stung lips to seem even prominent. “I can’t say the word I keep trying to, meow.” She moved so that she was kneeling on the couch, which was when Dakota noticed her ass also swelling up, causing the back of the chemise to lift. “Kota, what’s happening to me?”

“I’m not sure,” Dakota said, pausing when the last word shot up an octave. He brushed his bangs back from his face then paused. His hair was long, to be sure, but usually, he kept it trimmed. Reaching back, he realized the hair tie that he normally kept his hair in was far lower than expected. “What in the world?” Dakota muttered before looking back at Kitty as she laid her head on his lap and was giggling. “What are you laughing at, Kitty?”

“You have boobies, too, meow,” Kitty replied, reaching up and patting Dakota’s chest. Dakota looked down and, much like Kitty, two mounds had begun to swell underneath his shirt. When Kitty’s hands cupped Dakota’s growing breasts, which were still smaller than Kitty’s, a rather feminine moan escaped Dakota’s lips. “Like that, do you?”

“Fuck yes,” Dakota replied. He expected his cock to harden as there was a familiar tightening in his crotch, but, as Kitty shifted and climbed on his lap, Dakota didn’t feel her crotch grind against his. He did let Kitty lift his shirt up over his head, carefully freeing his even longer hair, before she licked around Dakota’s hardening nipples. Looking down at his fist sized breasts, he also realized that he was sitting higher on the seat.

“You were super sexy dressed up as a girl, but, with real boobies, you’re even hotter, meow,” Kitty said, kissing Dakota’s softening lips. She then kissed back down Dakota’s body until she was kneeling on the floor. She tugged playfully on Dakota’s slacks and she tugged them down around Dakota’s widening hips with some effort. “Looks like you’re totally growing in more places than just your titties, meow. Those are, like, some nice hips, Mistress Kota.” She paused as she reached for Dakota’s briefs. “Did I just, like, call you Mistress and were you wearing panties all day, meow?”

Dakota mouthed the word “panties” before moving his hand down between his legs. He’d put on his normal briefs this morning and, while he did own women’s panties, he hadn’t put a pair on this morning. His fingers felt the smooth silkiness of the kind of panties he normally bought. There was also no bulge. His fingers trembled as he slid his hand down his panties and his fingers found a slick, hairless slit.

Carefully moving around Kitty, Dakota made his way to his feet and rushed to the bathroom. He stumbled a bit at first, as his center of balance had shifted, as had how his hips moved, but finally got there. Flipping on the light, he stared in the mirror and looked at a face that was familiar but not, as if some of his features had been blended with those of his aunt Mercy and become the woman that he’d often dreamed of being. Cupping his breasts for a moment, he tugged down the black panties that had been cotton briefs an hour ago and looked at what he knew would be there. His cock was gone and in its place was a perfectly formed pussy.

“Mistress!” Kitty called out. Letting the panties fall to the floor, Dakota hurried back to the living room. Kitty was laying on her side, her breasts now as large as her head and still growing. Her hands were pawing at her head, her fingers together as if she were wearing mittens. Dakota’s eyes widened as he realized that two, large, red cat ears now poked through her hair while a cute tail rose behind her. Dakota moved to sit by Kitty, who scooted up onto Dakota’s lap, rubbing against her. “I’m, like, so horny, Mistress, and my ears feel funny.”

Dakota reached to stroke Kitty’s ears, causing her to purr. Dakota’s eyes darted from Kitty to the spellbook and then to her own swelling bosom. It all clicked. “A witch is always more powerful when she is with her familiar,” Dakota said, his voice now settled in a melodic, soprano range. Dakota realized that he had become a she. She smiled down at Kitty as her hand went to stroke Kitty’s tail, eliciting another purr. With the exception of her still shocking red hair, Kitty looked every bit the classic thin waisted, big-breasted bimbo. “Kitty, I need you to focus for a moment,” Dakota said, kissing the cat girl’s forehead. She reached for her cellphone and typed out an equation. “Solve that,” Dakota ordered.

“Do I have to, meow?” Kitty whined. “If I do, will you make me cummies, Mistress?”

“Yes, kitten,” Dakota said, moving her hand to the tight silk covering Kitty’s now volleyball-sized boobs.

“Thirteen, meow,” Kitty said, pressing against Dakota’s hand. She blinked and grinned before moving to kneel to Dakota, her bottom jutting out. “Mistress is, like, so smart. Mistress wanted to make sure, like, that I wasn’t a total bimbo and stuff.” Kitty giggled and pulled her chemise off before rubbing against Dakota’s side, her hand snaking between Dakota’s legs. “I’m, like, not a dumb-dumb kitty in my head, meow. I just totally can’t help but talk like this, Mistress.” As she fingered Dakota’s slit, Kitty nuzzled Dakota’s neck. “Does this, like, mean that I’m your familiar, Mistress?”

Dakota shivered in pleasure as Kitty began to kiss her neck and play with her pussy. “I guess so, kitten,” Dakota said, her voice husky with need. “I’ve never made love as a woman before.”

Kitty’s lips kissed Dakota’s before she moved away and stood up. “I haven’t, like, made love to a woman in a long time and that was before I met you, Mistress,” Kitty said with a blush. She wiggled out of her panties, her bubble butt shaking in the air before crooking a finger. “Why don’t you, like, join me in bed and we’ll totally figure it out together, meow?”

Dakota looked at the spellbook one last time. As she stood, Dakota wondered if this was what his aunt Mercy had meant when she’d told Dakota that she’d be a great witch. Making her way to the bedroom, enjoying how Kitty’s ass swayed back and forth, Dakota began to piece together other things.  There were never pictures of his aunt Mercy with any of his other aunts or uncles. His aunt had been openly a lesbian, which bothered his puritanical mom. There was also that one Christmas he’d sworn he’d heard his uncle Leonard ask “so what has Mercutio been up to?” only to be hushed by his aunt Sophia. 

Shaking her head, she moved to the bed that she and Kitty had shared for the last year. “Can kitty be on top, Mistress? I, like, don’t want to hurt my tail, meow.”

Dakota giggled before caressing Kitty’s new cat ears. “Sure thing, kitten,” she said. As she stretched out, she caught her and Kitty’s reflection in the dresser mirror. Pointing at it she grinned. Kitty looked over and her hand when to her head. In the reflection, Kitty neither had cat ears or a tail. “But, like, I can totally feel them.”

Dakota reached up and pulled kitty atop of her. “It’s magic, kitten,” she said before wrapping her arms around Kitty. As their lips pressed and their huge tits mashed against each other, they both felt their bodies flush with need. It wasn’t long before Kitty turned around and placed her crotch over Dakota’s face. As Kitty began licking at Dakota’s pussy, Dakota reciprocated. It didn’t take long before both came. 

Panting, Kitty spun so that she could lay on her side and cuddle against Dakota. “I like the new us, meow,” she purred. “Does this mean I’m, like, your familiar, Mistress Kota?”

“Are you okay with that, kitten?” Dakota asked, tracing her now slender fingers along Kitty’s huge breasts.

“So long as you pet me whenever I want to, meow,” Kitty replied, kissing Dakota’s soft lips, “and I totally want more pets.” She arched her back to press her boob against Dakota’s hand.

“I promise.”