Cindy went up and bathed. She was happy to just crawl in her old familiar bed and let the memories and experiences of the last few days just sort themselves out for a bit. When her Mom and Dad came in it was amazing the difference ten minutes could make. Her Mom looked rested and at peace. Cindy wondered how she hadn’t noticed it before.

“Well did you guys have a good time? You both look tanned and rested.”

“We had a wonderful time as always and for your information the door returns you appearance to what it was a minute before when you entered on your return so we are not any tanner than we were…though I do imagine we do look rested.” Sheryl answered.

“I know I am not more rested! Your Mother was a harsh task Mistress and I spent the entire two weeks working hard to please her.”

Sheryl turned to him. “Aw poor Baby did I wear the wittle fewowe out?”

Eeeeew! Mom! Not in front of the child! That’s gross!” Cindy exclaimed laughing.

“Well you better start toughening up cause you are not a Child any more and as a Witch you will be expected to protect the family honor and name.” Sheryl informed her.

“What exactly does THAT entail?”

Laughing her Father answered, “Mostly being the most highly sexed and industriously horny Witch in your College Class. Your Mom set records that haven’t been toped yet you know!”

“Jack!” Sheryl snapped blushing, “Don’t tell her things like that. She doesn’t know what to believe right now.”

“What Records!” Cindy asked.

Before Jack could answer Sheryl gave him “THE LOOK” and he shut up. “Nothing you need to be concerned about right now dear. Now, I think you need to get a good nights rest. You are going to be amazed at how different things are and the next few days are going to require some adjustments. Just remember to stay alert and don’t wish anything on anyone too hard.”

“Don’t worry too much though for the next three weeks you will be under close supervision so if you mess up it will get fixed fast before it has a chance to spread or grow. The only thing that will be hurt is your bottom. I’m afraid that every time that you mess up and a fragilis either is affected or sees it your ass is going to pay the price so stay on your toes.” She and then her Dad kissed her and told her goodnight and then left her to read and then go to sleep.

The next morning she got up and after tending to her morning rituals and getting dressed she hopped down the stairs and went to the kitchen. Breakfast was peaceful and she almost had trouble believing that it hadn’t all been a dream. Her constant awareness of her new appendage though made that an impossibility. She carefully reached for the milk with it and brought it to the table hovering in front of her.

Her Dad was impressed and told her so. “Just remember not to do it where you can be seen, And Cindy, I know you have a lot of really good fragilis friends and it is going to be a temptation to tell. Don’t, it will only cause you problems and even if we didn’t clean up after you it would not be good for them. People fear what they don’t understand. The thought of someone being able to do ANYTHING they want to them and there isn’t not a damn thing in the world they can do about it would be intolerable. They would never know what was their wish and what was something a Witch had made them want. No matter how you explain to them that you never would, the fact that you COULD would forever make them your enemies. Trust me it has been tried over and over and never works.” Sheryl kissed her and a few minutes later Cindy hopped in her little car and headed for school.

She thought about Jay all the way to school and wondered if her parents would let them borrow that South Seas island place. Two weeks of nothing but Jay, the sun and the water sounded pretty good right then.

When she got to school and had parked her car, she went in and found her friends, as usual gathered at the lockers they all had together. It was a senior perk that you got to pick and trade lockers instead of just having them assigned.

At first everything went and felt perfectly normal and she wondered what the big deal was. Her friends all acted just like always and she did too. Things started to slip when, during second period math, she began to think about how nice it was going to be to see Jay again. She was fiddling with her pencil idly as she thought and the next thing she knew, she was sort of…floating up out of her chair. Fortunately her thighs caught on the desk and kept her down. The teacher though noticed and thought she was standing up.

“May I help you Miss Bartholomew?” She asked.

Cindy came too her senses and with a loud plop she landed back in her seat. “Ah…No Ma’am I was just trying to get comfortable. Thank you though.”

“Well stay in your seat and sit still. We don’t need people jumping around like Kindergarteners.” The teacher, Ms. Posey, said.

For the rest of the class she was terrified to think of anything but staying down in her seat and by the end of class she was exhausted from the tension. The third period was history and one of her favorite classes. It was taught by Mr. Boston and he was a real hunk. This was only his second year out of College and he had the biggest softest brown eyes she had ever seen. When he looked at her she just melted.

In class she was almost afraid to look at him today for fear “something” would happen. So intent was she on thinking of the “Things” that could happen that she almost missed it when it did. She was trying not to think about him at all…Especially the THINGS she normally thought about him!! Things like how sexy he was and NOW how he would look in that little slave thingie that Jay had worn to The Sweetest Nipple. As soon as the thought crossed her mind she had a life sized picture of it in her imagination him bare bottomed and bent over the desk was VERY appealing.

That was when it happened. Mr. Boston was standing at the board writing the notes they would need to study for their final exams when her eyes rested on his ass and the thoughts passed over her mind. Suddenly his pants just seemed to slide down his butt and down his thighs. His underwear, blue nylon and very nicely filled followed. He was reaching up to start a new line near the top of the board when it happened and suddenly he was standing there sort of up on his toes with his, better than expected even, tight little buns were out there for all to see.

The class erupted into shrieks and squeals of laughter and surprise and Mr. Boston tried to turn around to cover his ass when he realized that there were more important things to cover. He turned back and presented to the class a perfect moon as he bent over and grabbed his pants. When he tried to pull them up they wouldn’t come over his hips until he undid his belt and unzipped them. Everyone was laughing except for Cindy who was stunned and unsure how it had happened.

Mr. Boston turned back to the class, his face white as snow and mumbled an apology before he started to dash for the door. Halfway there he froze. It took Cindy a moment to realize that everyone had quit moving and gotten silent; everyone but her!

“Well this is quite a pickle you have created here! Isn’t it young lady?” A voice from nowhere said.

“I…I…I don’t know what happened!! I didn’t do it! I mean I was trying not to think about anything, especially not something like this when it happened.” Cindy Babbled.

“I will fix it this time but you need to learn to control your thoughts. Don’t created detailed images in your mind or things like this will spontaneously happen. CONCENTRATE, and don’t think about what you don’t want to happen but rather on what you DO want to happen, which is nothing out of the ordinary. This is a 5 demerit error. You will be held accountable. You will be contacted this evening!”

Mr. Boston walked back to the board and when he was back to it he hesitated for a moment and then sort of reached and tugged his pants up. “Excuse me, did someone say something?” He asked.

Nobody said anything and Cindy looked around amazed as everyone had settled down as it nothing had happened at all. “Thanks!” She whispered.

“Just doing my job Dear.” The voice whispered in her ear. “Now try and be good for the rest of the day.” And then it was gone.

The rest of the day was a nightmare as she fought NOT to think of all of the terrible things that COULD happen. She panicked in Computer Lab when someone slammed the door and let out a little shriek. The teacher looked at her sternly for a moment and then with a shake of her head went back to explaining how to do whatever it was she was talking about. Cindy was too busy trying not to think to listen!

When at last the bell rang ending the last period she leapt up and was half way to the Door before Ms. Jackson spoke. “Cindy if you don’t mind I would like to speak with you for a moment after the class has gone.”

Devastated, Cindy went white and turned and returned to her seat. Once everyone was gone Ms. Jackson closed the door and can and sat down beside her in the desk to her left.

“Cindy, is there something wrong; something you need to talk about? I watched you today and as one of your earlier teachers noted and commented on at lunch, you seem to be extremely agitated and nervous. Is there something wrong? If you need someone to talk to I would be happy to lend you a shoulder.”

Ms. Jackson was one of Cindy’s favorite teachers and this caring response to Cindy’s perceived distress was one of the reasons. She was just about the nicest person that Cindy had ever met and everyone loved her. She wanted to just throw herself into her arms and cry right at that moment but couldn’t…she had no idea WHAT to say and was trying hard to think of something when she noticed that Ms. Jackson’s eyes had dilated and stopped moving.

“Don’t worry Dear,” the voice from nowhere said. “I will fix this right up for you. She is a Dear and I can tell you don’t want to lie to her. Besides anything you tell her will just make her worry more about you. She really does care you know.”

“W…w..what..what are you going to do?” Cindy asked. “I didn’t do anything wrong I mean nothing happened!”

“Not to worry Cindy; this one will not count against you. You have actually done pretty well today and I will reflect that in my report. I am just going to make her not worry and only think that she wanted to know if you were progressing well on your final report. You told her that you were almost done, true no, and that you would have it in by the end of the week. She will be happy and not worry that way. Tomorrow you need to try and relax a little more so as not to attract attention.”

“But how am I supposed to do THAT!!!?? I am afraid to think and afraid to not think and keep expecting things to to to JUST HAPPEN!!! Cindy began to cry.”

“There, there now Dear, it will be better tomorrow. You will receive instruction tonight and it will be a lot better tomorrow. Your Counselor has been notified and will see to it. Now take a deep breath and calm down. We can’t have you going out of here looking like you have been sentenced to death or something.” A tissue appeared out of nowhere and she thanked the voice and began to calm down.

“How much trouble am I in because of Mr. Boston?” She asked.

“Oh, pishaw, that was nothing big at all. I am sure that it won’t be much worse than a few enemas and a little over the knee spanking. Nothing too bad so don’t fret. Over the next few weeks you will probably get a lot of attention paid to your bottom. It is not that we want to be mean Dear, it is just that the enemas will help you control better and calm you and the little spankings will make sure you pay attention to what you are told.”

“Who…who will do it?”

“Probably your Counselor or your Mom. Anything big and it will go to the Queen for review and she, because of her history with your Mom and Aunt will take a personal interest in you and deal with it personally.” The voice sighed, “You want to try real hard not to be sent to her. Because she can’t show any favoritism, I’m afraid she will be forced to be very harsh in your punishment. She and your Mom are very close and everyone knows that. Now go on home, Jaclyn and your Mom will be waiting on you and I am going to recommend that they give you your spanking as soon as you get there. A good cry is what you need and that will help you right along. Now scoot and I will see you tomorrow.”

“Thanks for everything…Can I know your name?”

The voice chuckled, “Samantha Dear. Just like the Witch on Bewitched. *