To Vanquish an Evil Ing

It was a warm Sunday in May. A group of us guys who've known each other for years had gathered at our favorite neighborhood bar. The bartender, a thirty something year old woman named Chloe, chatted with her customers as she hustled from one end of the bar to the other serving their drinks or meals.

Chloe is a small blond girl with blue eyes. Her hair is put up in a messy bun that lets unruly strands line her cheeks. Her thin lips are soft pink. Just a hint of shadow adorns her lids. When she smiles dimples bring out the charm in her diamond-shaped face.

Big screen Televisions are showing baseball games_ some Red Sox, others MLB game of the week. Bar patrons are commenting on the games while gulping their drinks.

Minutes after finishing my first beer, I took the first sip of another Sam Adams. Another half hour will pass before I finish it.

At 30 years old I remain single. Past relationships with women had never felt right. I'm not gay, though some may think that. As I sip my beer I take my eyes off baseball and check out the women sitting at the bar.

I wonder what it feels like being a girl, getting a period every 28 days. Part of me would not mind being in a girl's body, having curves and boobs. At the same time part of me would hate bleeding from my lady parts every month. I've never mentioned having those thoughts. Wherever did anyone get the notion that I want to transition?

Looking diagonally to my right in the direction of the inner door, I spotted a smoking hot blond with another girl, the other one a brunette. Both wore a short hairdo that says 'I'm a lesbian'.

I turned to my friend Jason on my immediately left. "I'd do both of them if I was a girl."

"So get a straight girl," he quipped, his voice barely above a whisper.

I let the comment pass and reverted to being the shy boy who seldom speaks.

I've never crossdressed nor have I had any desire to do so. That's not to say I don't appreciate women's fashions.

I like certain items that I've seen my sister Jackie wearing. My sister Joanne has clothes that look nice on her.

Jackie and Joann are very close. One could even say "joined at the hip."

Anyway, the Saturday after my visit to Steve's Tavern saw Jo and Jackie sitting with me on my balcony overlooking the lawn. We fell into easy conversation over coffee.

Jackie's favorite tv show is titled "Charmed". In the show 3 sisters who happen to be witches vanquish evil doers and save the world. About 10 minutes into the visit she steered the conversation to that show.

"I watched a few episodes, the one's with Kaley Cuoco."

'The final season," said Jackie.

'She's hot."

"You want to be her." Jo teased.

I let the remark go.

'Yes you do," Jackie added.

Jo drew a 100 millimeter Salem from her pack on the table. Smoke streamed from her lips as she held the cigarette by her right ear.

"See you later Stephanie." Jo quipped as the girls stood up to leave.

Funny.

Later that day my chest felt sore around the nipples. It's temporary discomfort. It'll go away.

I kept my attention on the ballgame. The Mets had a precarious 3 to 1 lead in the 6th inning. Cubs base runners stood "at the corners". The Met's pitcher was behind on the count 3 and 2.

I was sitting in my sofa facing the 55~-inch Samsung when the changes began. The clock in my phone indicated a brief passage of time. It couldn't have been more than 3 minutes.

Something made me rush to the mirror over the dresser in my bedroom. Reflected in glass was a girl. I stripped naked to get a better view.

Holly Shit! I didn't ask for this. So what if she has plump killer boobs, C cups. I had shrunk to 5' 4. Minutes ago I stood 5' 9. Minutes ago I weighed 160 pounds. Now I weigh probably less than 120. I shouldn't be in this body. So what if she has a killer ass and curves.

What do I even wear? Jo probably has clothes that fit. Jackie is 5 6.

Emotions needed to be let out. I sat on the end of my bed for several minutes and sobbed. My life is ruined! I have to learn how to be a girl. My guy friends will only be interested because suddenly they can do me.

By 6 o'clock I made up my mind to call my sister. I stared at her number on my contact list for several seconds while pondering how to say it.

In desperation, I placed a video call. She answered the third ring.

"Stephanie?"

It marked the first time anyone called me that but at least she recognized me.

"I have nothing to wear!"

"That teeshirt fits like a dress."

"Seriously sis, I need clothes until I can get to the store."

All I could do was wait and wonder what Jo had for me to wear.

A half hour passed. A double knock brought me to the door.

Jo and Jackie had come together. What else is new?

I stepped aside to let them enter then took the shopping bag from Joann and hurried to my bedroom. There I pulled out a light pink ruffle-trim off-the-shoulder top, dark blue denim cutoffs, a hollow flower leather belt and chunky block-healed sandals.

Barely a minute later I walked back into the livingroom to find Jo and Jackie standing by the coffee table. They greeted me with warm smiles.

"Congratulations on becoming one of us," quipped Jackie.

"How did this happen?"

"It doesn't matter." Jo answered in a matter of fact tone.

"It's sexy but it's Not me."

"OH but IT is," said Jackie in matter of fact tone.

"Some kind of witch craft," I queried.

"We never told you this. Jackie and I are witches. On 'Charmed' the sisters are a trio. We had to make you female to make up the trio. Now with you our power is perfect and invincible."

"You couldn't just make me a Warlock."

Jo gave the reply that I should've expected.

"It doesn't work that way."

"So what's our first mission as witches?"

"We must vanquish the evil King Maudrid. He has become a serial killer disguised as a harmless charming human."

"Why can't the police handle it? Isn't their job to catch criminals?"

"He's much to cunning for them. He doesn't just ditch bodies. He makes them vanish as though the person never even existed."

"How many murders has he committed?"

"So far just one that we know of," said Jackie.

"Who," I asked.

"Chloe from Steve's Tavern, and he took her place," said Jo.

Holly Crap on a cracker

Good time to test my power I stared at the bowl of pistachio nuts on my coffee table. Nothing happened for a few seconds then it moved slowly two inches. Suddenly it moved again, this time much faster until it dropped off the edge.

"I didn't intend for that to happen."

Jo spoke candidly "You just need to learn how to control your power. That will come with time"

Jackie spoke.

"We were born with powers so we've had plenty of years to hone our skill. You're just a baby witch."

"I never expected to be one at all, much less be turned into a girl."

"Get used to it Stephanie. There's no going back. You were the missing part of the trio."

As the days passed I was growing accustomed to my new life, my new body. Walking with a swivel came naturally, as did sitting up straight and crossing my legs. Girl talk now held my interest as did engaging in it. I even made new friends, most of whom are female. The new me likes watching "chick flicks" and expresses emotions more readily.

Saturday morning began the second week since I last sat in Steve's Tavern. On my balcony Jo, Jackie and I held a strategy meeting aimed at vanquishing King Maudrid.