First of all, a big thank you to AsylumSeeker for editing this story and valuable advice - it made, to my mind, a huge difference in how the story reads.
Secondly, a note to the reader. This story is part of a series of stories revolving around a family of witches, for want of a better word. Their origins and powers will be hinted at throughout the course of the stories, leading to a climax on the sister and brother's 21st birthday. All the stories will have the words 'This Most Unusual' in their title, followed by whoever is the main character in the story, whether that be 'Sister', 'Brother', 'Mother', 'Aunt', 'Best Friend', etc.
Spoiler Alert:
This story features erotic smoking, and an eighteen year old girl who wakes up in the middle of the night with a penis instead of a vagina. She and her best friend begin to explore new possibilities.
Finally, another big thank you to AsylumSeeker. If you don't like this story, the fault is mine - if you do like the story, thank AS for adding the polish and shine!
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It was the middle of the night. Angela and Gwen were sharing the bed as they had done on countless sleepovers since both were children. The only difference that night was that it was a sleepover on the holiday island of Fuerteventura and Gwen's parents hadn't been able to come that year due to other commitments. Angela and Gwen had the choice of any of the beds in the timeshare apartment. Habit decided that they would share a bed, and practicality determined it would be the largest bed in the apartment.
Angela rolled over onto her front. That's strange, she thought, at the unexpected discomfort she felt between her legs. In her mostly asleep state she simply figured that she was lying on Gwen's hand or something, so Angela shifted in the bed once more.
No, it couldn't be any part of Gwen she was laying on - Gwen was sleeping peacefully a few feet away. Angela rolled over onto her back and the odd feeling followed her. It was like a light weight on her, so she pulled back the sheets to have a look. What she saw there made her leap out of bed.
"What's wrong?" asked Gwen, waking sleepily in response to her friend's sudden movement.
"Oh, my Goddess!" cried Angela, looking between her legs.
"Is that what I think it is?" asked Gwen incredulously, coming awake completely at the sight of Angela standing in the moonlight.
Angela couldn't reply. She could do nothing except stare at the thing between her legs. Finally, she looked up at her friend and whispered a plea for help.
"Well, I don't know what help I can be right now," said Gwen. "How about... Hmm, maybe a nice cup of tea will give us time to think about this!"
"T-T-Tea?" stuttered Angela. "Tea, at this time?"
"Do you have any better ideas?" asked Gwen. "It's not like either of us will get back to sleep any time soon! Come on, tea will make you feel better."
Gwen slipped a nightdress over her head and waited for a response. Angela had a deer in the headlights look about her and it took a few minutes for Angela to make up her mind.
"Tea... Okay," she said. Angela pulled a dressing gown on and tied the belt securely around her waist.
"At least I don't have to look at it," she continued. "Ugh, I can still feel it there."
Gwen brewed the tea and brought it into the living room. Angela had sat on the couch with her robe still tightly wrapped around her. She smiled in thanks as Gwen placed the mugs and teapot on the table.
"Okay, so let's try to figure out what this is," said Gwen in that odd way of making a statement into a question.
"It's pretty obvious what it is!" said Angela heatedly
"No, I mean how it got there," replied Gwen in her most soothing voice. "How can something like that happen in only a few hours?"
"I don't know," said Angela, her voice small in the moonlit room. "I really don't."
"Let's try to sneak up on it then, let's think of something else for a while and the answer might pop into our heads!"
"Well, I don't know about you," said Angela, "but how am I supposed to think about anything else? And would you please stop staring!"
"Sorry," said Gwen, who had been looking at the bulge in Angela's dressing gown. "Um, I know - I've got these!"
Gwen stood up and walked over to her bag. It was full of stuff she needed on the long flight out to the Canary Islands and it took her a few seconds to find what she was looking for.
"Cigarettes?" asked Angela.
"Yes, I bought them while I was waiting for you to pick me up at the airport," replied Gwen as she removed the cellophane wrapper. "I thought it would be a nice treat on our eighteenth birthday - I still can't get over our sharing the same birthday! It made me feel all grown-up when I bought them, kind of nice... It got my adrenaline going too!"
"Yes, but..." said Angela. "Cigarettes?"
"Yes," shrugged Gwen. "I've wanted to try one for a while, but there were never any opportunities back home. I'm going to have one even if you aren't."
"I didn't say I didn't want one..." said Angela, reluctant to let a new experience pass her by.
"Shall we, then?" asked Gwen.
Angela nodded in agreement as Gwen opened the box. Her hand trembled slightly as she took out two cigarettes; a little stirring started in her tummy. She handed one to Angela and then placed the other one between her lips.
The little tip felt wonderful sitting between her lips. Sudden doubt entered Gwen's mind; perhaps she would positively loathe smoking! It might be better to just leave the cigarette unlit... But no, not lighting it meant that she would never know how it felt and she had almost obsessed about smoking a cigarette on holiday. Besides, it was almost certain to take their minds away from Angela's predicament!
"Okay," said Gwen. "I've watched how people do this. First they get the cigarette lit - they kind of suck on the tip as they hold the match up to it, and then they blow the smoke out. After that, the actual smoking starts. Suck in some smoke, then inhale, hold it for a few seconds and finally exhale. It should be easy enough!"
Gwen put the cigarette back between her lips and struck a match. The little wooden stick broke in the middle and didn't light, so she tried another one. This one didn't break, but didn't light, either. She tried again and this time the match sputtered into flame.
Angela had struck matches before and hers lit on the first attempt. She held the match up and looked at Gwen, who held her match up and then nodded.
Both girls held the flames to the tips of their cigarettes and sucked on the ends until a deep red glow was coming from the tip. They took the cigarettes away from their mouths and blew out the smoke, wondering what all the fuss was about. That hadn't been so bad; it was quite easy, in fact! Now for the hard part!
Gwen and Angela moved almost in unison, each bringing a lit cigarette up to their mouths. Gwen sucked in some smoke, watching as Angela did likewise, and then inhaled. Certain that she was going to gag, Gwen quickly exhaled, coughing a little at first. It had all happened so quickly - the way the smoke felt cool, that was strange; and the way it felt as it filled her lungs. She experienced a huge head rush as she had inhaled, which left her feeling a little dizzy. At least she didn't feel sick, that was good.
Angela fared a little better, perhaps because she hadn't started with as much smoke in her mouth. She drew it into her lungs and felt a head rush too. It made her a little spacey, but it felt good nonetheless. Gwen coughed as she exhaled. Angela decided to try very hard to be more dignified about it than that!
Angela made a little 'o' with her lips and blew the smoke out. She was a little disappointed that a really cool stream didn't flow out, but at least she wasn't coughing.
"You should try again," said Angela, having completely exhaled all the smoke. "Don't take so big a gulp."
The girls finished their first cigarettes very quickly by not letting any time between puffs escape them. By the end, they both felt that they were quite good at smoking - Gwen had only coughed once, and they had worked their way up from small puffs to full drags, blowing steady streams of gray-blue smoke into the air.
"I don't know about you," said Gwen, "but I'm feeling very wet between the legs!"
It was a real surprise - yes, Gwen had fantasized about smoking, sneaking peeks at other people as they sat at coffeehouses or walked along the sidewalk, but she'd had no idea that it would excite her sexually.
Unfortunately, the mention of between the legs only served to remind Angela of her current situation. She pulled back the hem of the dressing gown and looked directly at the thing.
"Perhaps it's genetic?" offered Gwen. "Hereditary or something..."
"No, I don't think so," replied Angela. "Mom certainly never warned me that anything like this was ever going to happen."
"Okay," said Gwen, actively seeking a plausible answer. "We know that we aren't dreaming - that cigarette was the real thing! Let's call it magic, then!"
"Magic? Don't be silly!"
"Wait a minute, though," said Gwen thoughtfully. "You told me that your Mom has some very old books, yes? Grammars or something, you called them?"
"Grimoires, yes," said Angela. "But I don't see the connection."
"Well, perhaps someone cast a spell on you. There might be a counter-spell in one of those books."
"That's not much use, is it? I'm here for another month before going home!"
