Witches’ Brew

The Five

She awoke on her sixteenth birthday with a strange feeling deep down in the pit of her stomach. Something had happened. Something had changed. She got up and went into the bathroom where she stood in front of the mirror in shock. Her poker straight blonde hair had turned auburn, curly and she now had piercing green eyes from the baby blue she went to sleep with last night. As she stared at herself in disbelief her aunt came into her room to wish her a happy birthday. She also stood in disbelief at the bathroom door.

“Oh my god Nica, I thought it had skipped you, I thought you were safe from it!” she mumbled.

“What did you say? What do you mean skipped me?!” She turned sharply and stared intensely at her aunt Monica.

“I thought the gene had skipped you honey. I’m so sorry. I should have told you,” she stammered.

“WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME!!!” Nica screamed at the top of her lungs.

“It’s the family gene/curse, whatever you want to call it. It happened to mostly every female in our family around the age of fourteen, I guessed you had been spared from it but I guess your just a late bloomer,” she tried to explain as Nica was pacing back and forth in front of her pulling her hair.

“What do you mean curse??” she squinted at her aunt.

“Sit down Nica please, I have to tell you something very important and you need to sit down,” Monica said grimly.

Nica sat on the edge of the bath with her short night shirt on as Monica put the lid down on the toilet to sit on it, she placed her hands on Nica’s knees reassuringly.

“Nica sweetie, we are witches,” she said with a blank expression on her face, waiting on a reaction from Nica.

“WHAT!?” she squealed.

“We are witches,” Monica repeated again.

“What do you mean witches? Witches aren’t real! It’s all hocus pocus, make belief and stuff! Isn’t it Monica?” she said quietly.

“We are very real honey, we just keep it a secret because of how people react like you just did and you are one of us. Do you understand why everyone thinks it’s make believe?” she asked quizzically.

“Better and easier to think something isn’t real than to try and understand it?” Nica said sounding a lot older and wiser than she is.

“Yeah Kiddo, much easier. But you have much to learn and I can teach you a lot more than you can even begin to imagine. You have two years of catching up to make up for,” Monica smirked as she spoke.

Nica raised her arched auburn eyebrows high with anticipation, excitement and a little disbelief. Aunt Monica told her to go in a shower and left her a dress on the bed for when she got out of the shower with a note saying “Come to the basement, ASAP M. x”

She picked up the little red and black shift dress and shook her head thinking this is definitely not my taste but put it on respectfully and headed down stairs to see what her Aunt Monica was up to. As she approached the basement she could hear a bubbling sound like a pot of water on the stove.

“Aunt Monica?………Aunt Monica?…….” she called out but nothing, empty silence.

Nica opened the basement door to see Monica and two other women standing dressed in similar dresses, different colours but the same style. She was about to speak when Monica told her to be silent and enter the circle with perfect love and perfect trust. She walked in trusting her Aunt knowing she would never put her in danger, the three women looked at each other and nodded.

Each of the woman were beautiful and special in their own ways, Monica was of Italian/Scottish decent about forty years old with long dark hair and beautiful tanned olive skin and dark brown eyes. The second woman was called Tasha she was of Polish decent with pale skin, ice blonde hair and the most beautiful blue eyes, she was twenty eight. The third was Nali she was thirty two and of African decent with the most beautiful glowing dark chocolate skin, she looked good enough to eat, with hazel eyes that could hypnotize anyone. Then there was Nica sixteen years old Irish/Scottish decent auburn haired, pale skinned with piercing green eyes.

What do these four have in-common? Why they are all witches here to help initiate the newest of their kind into their world of spells, incantations, potions, lotions, love and lust.

Nica was sat on one of four chairs around a very old round table in the center of the room, the other women proceeded to sit as well after lighting candles, spreading salt around the circle and placing a knife and a chalice full of wine onto the table. Each of the woman took the knife in turn to cut their hand letting the blood drip into the chalice of wine, once all had placed their blood in the chalice they each took a drink asking for a certain power or wish.

Monica asked for power, to be the most powerful witch in the coven, Tasha asked for someone to love her more than anything in the world, Nali asked for the power to change, to shift and Nica well she may have been the youngest but she was the smartest, she asked to have the power over men. They all expected something to happen immediately, nothing, nothing but sheer disappointment.

They sat for an hour to see if anything would happen but sadly no it wasn’t to be, they thought Nica would complete the circle but they were wrong. Nica didn’t complete the circle she empowered it, she was the circle, she had the power and had not even realised until they decided to part ways until the next meeting.

Monica and Nica cleaned up after Tasha and Nali left disappointed they had been waiting for the day that the change happened to Nica but it hadn’t happened when it was expected. When it had happened today their spirits were high with hope but again their hopes were dashed when the circle of power didn’t work.

Nica went to bed early that night without dinner because she felt so exhausted and her aunt had told her it was to do with the change so never put anymore thought into it. The next morning she woke up and got ready to go back to school, she put on her usual clothes but realised her body had changed. Her little girl frame had disappeared, she now sported feminine curves with 36C breasts that appeared overnight and a tight little bubble butt and a small waist.

She tried to hide it under a jumper but there was no hiding those breasts so she decided to use her new body to her advantage, she went into Aunt Monica and asked to borrow clothes as she was still asleep she just waved her hand and mumbled yes. This gave Nica free reign of what to choose, she looked through Monica’s closet and decided on a black pleated mini skirt, white fitted shirt with her school tie and black over the knee socks with pink lace panties.

She put the clothes on and stood in front of the mirror and thought to herself this will make the boys drool, maybe even a teacher or two. She giggled to herself making sure not to wake Monica up, she fixed her hair making sure all the curls were perfect and put the finishing touches to her make up with some black eyeliner to make her eyes stand out more.

Nica went into the kitchen and made some breakfast before leaving for school. She took a photo of herself on Monica’s cellphone and left a note saying “Check out the photo on your phone, woke up like that, decided to use it to my advantage. Borrowed some clothes hope you don’t mind. See you after school, Nica x”

Nica’s best friend Sara picked her up in her car, Sara’s seventeen and just passed her driving test, lucky for her she’s daddy’s little princess. He bought her a brand new car which means Nica gets chauffeur driven to school, saves her walking or getting the school bus.

“What the fuck happened to you Nica??!!” Sara screamed with excitement.

“Don’t ask, it’s been a long weekend Sara,” Nica sighed.

“How are you gonna explain this at school?” she gazed at Nica’s new body.

“Whats to explain? I was overdue a growth spurt!” Nica got defensive.

“Don’t shout at me, I’m on your side. Your gonna get a lot more of this from a lot worse people then me honey.” she hugged Nica as she looked at her not realising she was right.

“I hadn’t thought about that, I guess I can’t hide forever. Can I?” Nica asked already knowing her answer.

“Hell no! You need to show that body off. I would.” she boasted.

“Okay, let’s go then but don’t leave me today Sara. Please?!” Nica pleaded to her.

“Of course I won’t!” she grabbed Nica’s hand.

Sara drove from Nica’s house to school which takes about 15 minutes, she never letting go of Nica’s hand the whole way there.