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Serena Teen Witch 1


Hi... The story you are about to read was written by Laura Jean and JR
Parz. Some of this story involves sex, and you really must be eighteen to
read it. If this type of story offends you or you are not legally old enough to read it. Please don't. If you would like to make a comment, you
can either reach Laura at or JR Parz at

"Serena - Teen Witch, Meets A Vampire" by Laura Jean and JR Parz


I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Serena...and I'm a witch. No,
not the kind of witch who worships the elements, or practices wicca. I'm
not that type of witch. Hmmm. Let's see... I guess you could call me a
witch who can really cast spells. Spells that work.

You wouldn't know it by looking at me. I kind of blend in with the rest
of you humans. I eat, drink, and sleep. Just like you do. When I fly,
it's as a passenger on a plane, and not on a broom. If you don't believe
me, you're really not going to believe me now. I'm nearly two hundred
years old. Relax, I don't look that old. In fact, I physically turned
fifteen last July.

Confused? I understand... Where should I start? Well, I guess
everything stems from a Halloween Party I attended eleven years ago. I
just love Halloween Parties...

Hang mom is calling me...

Okay, I am back.

My mom wanted to remind me that Sabrina is on tonight, and it's a
Halloween Special. There's something about that show I really like. Hmmm.
<lol> I think every girl in the world with the name Sabrina or Serena gets
teased about being a witch... If they only knew. Anyway, in my family we
all sit around the television to watch the show. What's that? Oh... I am
the only witch in my family, and they haven't a clue.

Did I mention it's Halloween in a couple of days? I've been, like,
invited to a really kewl party. A couple of my girlfriends are trying to
set me up with Darren. He's in my Math class and really cute...but I have
my sights on someone else. I'll get to that later, kay. Anyway, Halloween
night is a very special night for me. It was midnight on this date,
exactly two hundred years ago, when I was conceived. In fact, it's the
only night of the year a witch can get pregnant. It certainly makes for
some interesting parties. Well, on a certain Halloween night there was
another significant event, and like I said, this happened eleven years ago.
I'm reminded of it several times a day... It's hard not to when I look in
the mirror. No, I'm not fact, I'm a very pretty girl. I
mean, really pretty.

You may find this hard to believe, but eleven years ago, I was a healthy
beautiful twenty-eight year old. I stood about 5'8" and weighed about
125lbs, very firm and very curvy. My most prominent feature were my tits.
They were the product of my real mom and a growth spell. Plus, many hours
before a mirror perfecting them thanks to a shaping spell. If I were to
wear a bra back then, I probably would have needed a 35EE cup. I was quite
the beauty back then.

Anyway, I guess I should get going with what happened to me. First, let
me explain some facts. In order for a witch, or a warlock, to stay young and beautiful, they must steal 'age' from a human. I know this sounds
mean, but in most cases, you humans don't even realize it's happening.
Hmmm. Okay, did you ever notice how some people look much older than
others but according to their birth certificates, they're the same age?
For example, some of these models you see on television. You know the
kind... They're fourteen years old and look twenty. Trust me. They've
been tampered with.

You will be happy to hear that the nicer witches outnumber the evil
ones. So, when a nice witch steals "age", they usually steal a little at a
time. The victim never knows it. Incidentally, if you haven't already
figured it out, I'm a nice witch...and I've never intentionally stolen more
than three months from the same human. Evil witches are another matter and
can be very dangerous. I recommend you stay clear of them, but chances
are, you wouldn't know one if you met one. If they did do something to
you, they'd probably cover their tracks. You know...memory loss.

Just to shine some light on how serious stealing age can be, let me
share a very sad story with you. It happened about thirty or forty years
ago. I'm sorry, when you lived as long as I have, trying to pinpoint a
time frame is difficult. What I do remember is my cover, because I enjoyed
some of my most memorable...ah...experiences. I remember being physically
twenty years old and portraying myself as a rich college girl. I learned
later of how prestigious this college is, and I laugh now at my own motive
for attending. You see, this particular institution is exclusively for
females. Well, at least it was back then.

I remember renting a small house in a quaint little suburban area. I
even grew a friendship with my neighbors, a young couple and their
daughter. Their little girl would always stop by and visit me after school.
I loved listening to her talk. She was so adorable and would say some of
the silliest things.

Anyway, just to stay in the loop of my true nature, I would occasionally
attend a Coven party. It was at this party that I toyed around with a
warlock. The guy was a creep, and had a reputation for playing the
witches. I thought it was about time someone paid him back in spades. I
knew he wouldn't try any spells on me. It was against the code, and I
seriously doubt he could outlast my powers anyway. Well, by the end of the
party, the warlock found out he wasn't getting any, and he became very

One Friday afternoon, he showed up unexpected. I was shocked. He said
that he decided to forgive me and was surprising me with a weekend getaway.
Of course, I told him I wasn't interested. I remember thinking; doesn't he
get the hint? Anyway, I told him that what I considered him doing was
harassment, and I threatened him with a formal complaint to the Warlock &
Witches Council. Well, it only made him angrier. He kept on saying that
he didn't understand how I could refuse him... If you hadn't realized it
by now...I'm a lesbian. Well, at least I was one. What? You didn't know
witches could be lesbians? I guess you would believe me if I told you I
forgot to mention the lesbian part to the warlock? <lol> Let me explain
something... Even if I were into men then, he would not have had a chance.
He was a creep. Anyway, the warlock starts harping on our age difference.
His body is that of a man in his mid thirties, so he asks me if I prefer my
men younger. I ignore him and quietly ask him to leave. Then the sad
part. It was about this time that my little friend came through the door.
Stealing 'age' doesn't take long. It can be accomplished in a matter of
seconds. Well, no sooner had the warlock mentioned the age difference, he
spotted the girl and grabbed her arm. Before I had time to react, the
'age' transformation spell stole the girl's childhood. I stood there in
utter shock. How could anybody do this to a little girl!?! I looked at
the warlock, who was now wearing his body of early twenties. Then I looked
back to the little girl, who was no longer little. In fact, the girl was
now a very beautiful young woman. She stood there near naked, with her
child's clothes in shreds...some of it still hanging off of her.

I think her name was Christina. Anyway, Christina had age progressed to
a pretty young woman of maybe nineteen or twenty...but mentally, she was
still a child! Once a witch or a warlock performs an 'age' transformation
spell, it's final. At least to the best of my knowledge. Christina
started crying and I led her over to the couch. I quickly placed her under
a sleep spell and then turned to the warlock. He stood there thinking he
was god's gift to woman. I remembering calling him a huge jerk and a bunch
of other names. I wanted in the worst way to cast a curse on him, but
before I had time to react, he told me to go fuck myself and then

So, here I was, faced with a ten year old girl inside the physical body
of a twenty year old. I kneeled down beside Christina and cried. It was
all my fault. Ten years of this girl's life was gone and she'd never get
it back. How was I going to explain this to her...and her parents. How
was Christina going to adapt? As all these things ran through my mind, I
kept on staring at the girl and I feel ashamed to admit it, but started
feeling aroused. The girl's twenty year old body was breath-taking. She
looked so sweet and obviously innocent. Please don't think the worse of
me. Try and understand. A young, innocent woman...incredibly
beautiful...Naked and asleep on my couch... I would have given anything to
make love to her. Well, I restrained myself. I didn't go there. Oh, I
wanted too...but I didn't! Instead... I spent the rest of that day and
night casting a slue of spells. I did what was best for all three of them.
Yes, the parents included. What I did is another story, and I need to get
going with the one I started.

Like I had mention earlier, at twenty-eight years of physical age, I'm a
knock out. Believe me when I say I draw my share of attention. My hair is
blonde and I keep it long...Down to my ass. It tickles when it brushes
across my cheeks. Please... Hold the blonde jokes. Anyway, here I am at
this party, thinking that I was all that and I had no idea what was in
store for me.

I love Halloween parties. Always have...and despite this experience...
I always will. I love the fact that people dress up in costumes and hide
their inhibitions underneath their mask. I myself tend to be more daring
myself. My costume is the one I always wear... A human's version of a
sexy witch. You know the kind. Black short skirt, black top, black sexy
hat, and blond hair. If you still can't picture it, there's an old television series I've seen on "Nick" called 'Bewitched'. Remember the
beginning where an animated blonde witch is flying around on a broom.
That's what I look like! Well, not exactly. My long blonde hair comes
down to my ass and my tits were incredible! The black outfit I wore hugged
my tits, along with the rest of my curvaceous figure. I looked *hot* and I
was attracting all kinds of attention.

Tonight, I was out on the prowl... Feeling really raunchy and horny.
In my two hundred years, most of my sexual relationships lasted a week
here, and a week there. In all my years, there was only one girl,
Cassandra North, who shared my bed for a longer period...but Cassandra's
another story, so I'll save that for a different time. Anyway, as my eyes
roamed the room, I settled on a cute young girl dressed as Super Girl.
Next move... My favorite part...the seduction.

Most of the girls I seduce are virgin to female sex. There isn't
anything more sexy and arousing to me than seducing innocence. I love
taking a heterosexual lovely and eliciting a sexual response from her. The
confusion on the girl's face, as she squirms with desire for me, is
priceless. The girl I selected this night, looked college age...maybe.
Petite, and long auburn hair. She looked very sexy in her mini and cape.
If I remember correctly, I think her name was Lisa. Well, I know it
started with an 'L'. Everything about her was perfect except for her tits.
Based on how much time I spent perfecting my own, you shouldn't be
surprised I'm a breast girl, myself. Lisa's tits were way to small. I
decided to place a growth spell on them. I even played with the idea of
making them grow during the party, but decided I didn't want to embarrass

It didn't take but a few minor spells before Lisa felt a compulsion to
start talking with me. Lisa and her roommate were here as friends of the
host. I crashed the party, so I had no idea who the host was. Both girls attended the local college. Lisa told me her friend was dressed as Bat
Girl, but when she went to point her out, she couldn't find her. I don't
think I saw her that night because I can't recall seeing a Bat Girl... If
she looked anything like Super Girl, I probably would have wanted to seduce
both the female heroines!

As Lisa and I talked about various likes and interests, I decided to
place one of my favorite spells on her. Just to let you know, there are
over one hundred different spells to choose from when you want to seduce a
girl. My favorite is the plain, old fashioned, arousal spell. Now, I have
a feeling I know what you're thinking... Why would a girl who looks like
me, need to resort to a love spell? Excuse me. Hello. The girl I'm
seducing is heterosexual. Just because I'm a knockout doesn't mean a
heterosexual girl is ready to start licking me all over. Yes, even pretty
witches sometimes resort to witchcraft. The arousal spell I use transmits
a stronger version of my own arousal inside my target. Simply put, the
hornier I become for the girl, the hornier the girl becomes for me.

While I talked to Lisa, I placed a time delayed growth spell on her
little titties. I'm usually pretty good at measurements. I decided to go
with an increase of three full cup sizes and two inches. I wasn't
completely sure what size bra she was wearing underneath her tight blue
costume, but I guessed her to be a 32"A". The spell would activate the
second she slips her bra off. Lisa would grow from her present 32"A" to a
much nicer 34"D". I also put a sensitivity spell on them which would make
any stimulation to her nipples tickle her clit as well.

Well, it wasn't to long before Lisa started fidgeting. She mentioned a
couple of times how hot it was and couldn't keep her hands off herself,
while stealing glances at my breasts. I couldn't wait till I could get her
alone, and was about to invite her upstairs when I noticed *him*.

The man walked like he owned the place... At first my eyes were glued
to his body. His presence just seemed to be so powerful. My eyes then
moved up to his face, and the second our eyes met, I felt a strange tug
inside my mind. Right there the alarms should have gone off, but for
whatever reason, I didn't even question the feeling.

I'm not sure how I was able to look away, but I did. I turned back to
Lisa, and saw that she was ready. Her eyes were glazed over with passion
and she was having trouble breathing. Hell, I could even smell her
arousal. I reached over real close to her and whispered in her ear that we
should go upstairs. As I did this, I circled my right hand underneath her
sexy mini skirt and pressed my middle and index finger against her
pussy...she gasped, blushed but leaned her ass in for deeper contact. Lisa
whispered back; "yes".

As I was about to lead the way, the man that so captivated me a few
moments ago, stood in front of me... He then turned to Lisa and smiled.
Lisa responded the same way. I couldn't help really scrutinize him as his
attention was on Lisa. He oozed virility... He was on the tall side and
wore an all black outfit. I think he was trying to pass himself off as a
vampire, but I felt he failed miserably. I was about to tell him that he
was intruding on something private between me and Lisa, when Lisa turned to
me; "I have to go home."

Impossible! I could still tell Lisa was horny for me! She was putty in
my hands only seconds ago... Did she really have the will to resist my
arousal spell? I was about to throw a "get lost" spell on this man when he
caught me with those damn eyes again. As I stared straight into them, Lisa
walked away...but I no longer cared.

The man started making small talk with me, and I felt compelled to
respond. Strangely enough, I even found I was enjoying our conversation.
As I talked, I felt a sexual tension thicken the air. I thought it was
left over from wasn't.

I'm not sure how the topic landed on immortality, but it did. It has
always been my stand that warlocks and witches should not be classified as
immortal. I say this because we have to steal *age* in order to stay
young. I've had my share of debates on this subject, and they often end up
in heated arguments. This guy was no different, and his smug smile told me
he wasn't taking me seriously. I was getting really pissed.

"Witches can die of old age...just like humans. That in itself proves
their mortality." I stated adamantly.

"Witches choose themselves whether to live or die. Only immortals have
this choice." replied the man.

"No, you're wrong...witches need to steal their youth in order to
survive. How can you be so ignorant and what makes you such an authority?"

The man's eyes lit up for a brief second and lost its smile; "Sounds to
me like you've had this argument before... Maybe if you were less a bitch
and more a witch, you'd be as attractive on the inside, as you are on the

I was fuming! Who the hell did this guy think he was and how dare he
call me a bitch! I was about to let him have it when he simply stared at
me. Again, his eyes... Big, beautiful, dark, deep, and gorgeous... I
wasn't aware of what he was doing until it was too late. I felt the
tugging of my will and then a scary falling sensation. I realized then
that I was totally hypnotized...and powerless to do anything about it. Oh,
I tried to break eye contact. I simply couldn't. When I tried to say
something. I couldn't. Not until he asked me a question; "What's your
name, mean witch. Your true age?"

"Serena Templer... I'm one hundred eighty-eight."

"You're very pretty for one this old...must be your *immortality* that
keeps you looking so young. <he laughed> Wouldn't you say this is an
accurate and true statement?"

"I...I...yes." I couldn't help it. He was mentally forcing me to admit
I was wrong about my definition of immortality. I turned red with shame.

"But then again...I could easily kill you. <I felt fear but stood
still> Let me introduce myself. My name is Michael Anthony Lexington...and
I'm what you would consider a vampire. Not your every day, run of the
mill, vampire. I'm an ancient vampire that has been undead for over one
thousand years. Follow me, witch."

I found myself following the vampire as he led the way through a crowd
and finally out the back door. When we were outside, we went another fifty
feet until we were alone. We stopped next to a black limo parked on the
side of the street. It was obviously his.

"Tell me my pretty little witch...Have you ever made it with a vampire

"Yes...a vampiress by the name of Cassandra...we were lovers for a

The vampire smiled at me. "The only Cassandra I'm aware of comes from a
different clan, but I do know her... Were you always a lesbian witch or
did Cassandra turn you into one?"

"I...I...I don't can she turn me into one? I've always
been a lesbian...I think."

The vampire smiled again. "She could have changed your sexual
preference as easy as drinking your blood. You witches are as helpless as
humans sometimes. Have you ever been with a male before?"

"No...well, not really."


"I...I had sex when I was real young...with a boy. He got me drunk and
took advantage of me."

The vampire chuckled at this; "So, why didn't your witchcraft to protect

"I was too young..."

The vampire smiled. "I see...well, what did you do to him when you
turned sixteen?"

"I cursed him to only feel sexual arousal through the act of

"How interesting..."

I stood there like a statue as the vampire slowly approached me. When
he stood inches from me, he brought his hands up to cup my chin. I'm not
small, and usually I don't have to look that far up at someone, but with
him, I had to look up. In fact, I felt very small...weak, too. When his
hand cupped my chin, the contact shot a very intense feeling through me.
Desire. Sexual desire. Something I've never felt before when it came to a
man. Slowly he brought my mouth forward to meet his, and in that instant,
I wanted him more than anyone else in my entire life. I was so filled with
need. A *hot* need. I remember my huge breasts heaving up and down with
every breath. I remember feeling the wetness between my legs. Never in my
life had I wanted to be with anyone more than I had with Cassandra. If the
vampire wanted my neck, I would have begged for him to drink from me. As
he kissed me, I kissed back harder and with more passion than ever before.
I blush even now at the memory... Did I mention he left me a vivid
recollection of our entire experience? My only thought at that moment was
how desperately I wanted him. Not to make love...but to just outright

He broke away, leaving me gasping. My eyes pleaded for more. I had no
control over my body's movements, otherwise I would have wanted to rape
him! I just stood there...breathing real hard.

"Tell me Serena...what would you like more than anything right now?"

"I...I...want you to...fuck me."

"Strip for me...slowly."

The fact that we were outside didn't faze me. All I remember caring
about was undressing. I looked down at my witch outfit, and felt it was
all of a sudden, choking me. I would be much sexier without the costume
on. Nothing else mattered but to get out of the costume, except that I had
to do it slowly. This was hard. I forced myself to go slower than I would
have preferred. I remembered smiling the whole time. I made the act of
stripping a whole minute. Now, I stood before the vampire completely
naked. Horny, and with my eyes begging him to fuck me.

"You still want to be fucked, Serena?"

"Yesssssss. Pleeaaaassssssseee"

"Go ahead and lean yourself over the hood of the limo...I'm going to
give you a taste of what you've been missing all these years."

I went over to the hood and assumed his instructed position. With every
step the vampire made towards me I felt myself getting hotter, and hotter.
Waves and waves of arousal washed over me as he neared. I heard the zipper
of his pants and would have giggled if permitted. Then the penetration...
Never in my 200 years had I felt more pleasure than with his first thrust
into my dripping hot cunt. I cried out in ecstasy as the vampire filled me
and I cried in fear with each backward movement... Fearful that he may
stop. I know I was loud, but I couldn't help it...he must have allowed me
to proclaim my passion, because each scream came naturally. If someone was
outside in a couple block radius, they would have heard me. By the time he
was done, I had lost count of the orgasms and passed out.

I'm not sure how long I was out, but I woke up still leaned over the
hood of the limo. I must have looked a sight with my legs spread eagled
and my naked ass on display. I also remember how sated I felt. The
magnitude of my predicament quickly sobered me up, but when I tried moving,
I still found myself immobile. Then I heard the vampire tell me to turn
around. I did. As I turned, I noted the soreness inside my pussy. He
smiled as if he knew what I was thinking. Was this a reminder of my first
true fuck?

When I realized the vampire's zipper was back up, I felt a rush of
disappointment. Apparently, he was done fucking me. It was about this
time when I noticed two teenagers standing by the side. A boy and a girl,
who didn't look much older than fifteen or sixteen. My first thought was
to cover my nudity, but my arms remained at my sides and my sexy costume
remained on the ground by my feet.

"Serena. I must tell you. That was one of the finer fucks I've had in
a very long time. You were not only *hot*, but *tight*."

I blushed at his comment, but also felt a little proud...I have no idea

"Now, let me introduce you to Jeremy and Connie. My chauffeur selected
them. He found them while you were taking a nap. You've been sleeping in
that position for more than an hour. I'll tell you this much, both Jeremy
and Connie couldn't get over how erotic you looked in that position. Yes,
even Connie, who never looked at another girl in that manner until she
looked at you... There's another thing that the three of us did while you
were taking your nap... We talked about the future. Your future, their
future, and how you will all be one happy family."

I just stood there wondering. What was he up to? More sex? It was
feint, but I felt it. Arousal.

"It seems these two are merely friends. The boy has always had a secret
desire for the girl, but she has never felt anything other than a
friendship for him. They're both virgins. Apparently, she has a
boyfriend... She has thought about losing her virginity to her boyfriend,
but hasn't yet allowed it."

I watched the Vampire walk over to the boy and girl, and stand directly
in front of them. Both kids faced forward, apparently in a trance. The
vampire continued; "I have plans for them...and you. First, though, let me
make some adjustments in them." The vampire stood silent, alternating his
gaze back and forth between them. It seemed like a long time, but it was
probably less than a minute. I only did what I was allowed to

"All set with the first phase. When they come out of their trance, they
will have a real passion and love for one another...and of course, the
girl's sexual desire will be stronger, but yet in a passive sort of way.
This way Jeremy has the power to keep her in line. Now, for your part."

The vampire walked back over to me; "I could simply make you believe
that you no longer want to live. As a result you would grow old and die.
Don't worry, I have no intention of proving you right in our previous
debate." <he laughed> "So, what do I do? How about I make you my own
personal sex slave? Based on your response a little while ago, you
obviously enjoyed it. I'm sure you would look incredible crawling on your
hands and knees to me. Begging me to make use of'd want it so
much, that pretty little pussy of yours would be perpetually creaming."

I stood there, envisioning life as this vampire's sex slave and I could
feel myself growing hotter. I knew he was putting the image there, but I
responded anyway. My desire for this overwhelmed me, and my intellect took
a back seat.

"Or I could provide you an opportunity to start over. Of course, the
big advantage of starting over is grooming you to be much more compliant.
Yes Serena, you'll be much more docile and passive...around everybody. The
way you should have been the first time around. This way your big mouth
won't take away from your beauty, like it did tonight."

I looked at him, not wanting to understand where he was going with this.

"You've also been much to focused on one type of sex. Well, not no
more. This time around, you'll indulge in a variety. Of course, you'll
have to wait a spell before enjoying it." <he laughed at his pun> "I will
leave your memories alone...especially tonight's. I wouldn't want you
forgetting our time together...every thrust of it."

If I could have looked alarmed, I would have. I watched the vampire
walk over to the boy and lead him over to me. I still wasn't sure exactly
what he had in mind and felt fear when I heard him tell the boy to strip.
Within seconds, the boy was completely naked. He had an erection and I
wondered if he was going to force the boy to have sex with me. I tried
moving, but still wasn't able until he instructed me to take the boy's
hand. I reached out my hand and did so. The kid must have been in "la la"
land, because he didn't seem to notice that we were both completely
naked...nor what he was doing.

"Alright Serena...take twelve years from him."

The command stunned me. There was no thought to my action. I just did
it. I couldn't refuse, because my body was a puppet, and he held the
strings. I performed the age transformation spell, and within seconds, the
boy was no longer a boy. He was a man. In fact, a good looking man. He
looked mid to late twenties and possessed, at the moment, a huge erection.
I gasped at the sight, and felt arousal creep in between my legs. I wanted
him! Then it *hit* me! If the boy was a man, that made me...

"Serena, you may look at yourself, but you cannot move your feet, nor
talk above a whisper."

I quickly looked down at my body and cried. What I saw, shocked me! I
was sixteen again! During every age regression I performed on myself, I
never ever went below the age of 21. I was stunned. I now had some baby
fat added in with my curves. My very beautiful adult body almost looked
chubby at sixteen. Actually, I was being too critical. I looked a lot
more like that actress Alicia Silverstone. Yes, I was still great looking,
but with enough baby fat around the edges to make me more *cute* than
*beautiful*. I felt heavier in my ass and hips, and for good reason. I
wanted to look behind me to check my ass out, but felt too embarrassed. My
breasts shrunk a little, but not a lot because of the growth spell I placed
on them. I dropped maybe a cup or two. Now, I would probably be a 'D'
cup. My face would obviously give proof to the fact that I was sixteen.
Then another realization *hit* me. Good thing he didn't go back any
further. If he had, I would have lost my witchcraft.

I looked back at the Our age difference was reversed
and I wanted him! I looked down at his erection and the sexual desire
flooding my body made me feel weak in the knees. Only if I could move! I
wanted to be fucked by that big pole sticking straight out at me!

The vampire then walked over to the girl, and whispered something in her
ears. She too, proceeded to strip. My mind was racing. Why was he doing
this? Maybe a two on one? She was a doll and with every article of
clothing she took off, I found myself feeling more and more aroused.
Despite her young age...hell, we were physically the same age now. I
wanted them both! If he allowed it, I would have cried out with joy!

"Alright Serena...what I've done is give you a taste of what you will
look like in about twelve years. I've been kind enough to let you enjoy
both sexes. Instead of a lesbian, I've made you bisexual. Now, take
twelve years from Connie."

"NO!!! You can't do this to me!" I shouted in a whisper. Again,
without willing the movement of my hand, I reached over and took a hold of
Connie's hand. She, like the boy, had no idea what was happening. I
performed the age transformation spell, and within seconds, the girl was no
longer a girl, but a woman. God, what a beauty, too! She even rivaled my
previous form! Her breasts grew from a 'B' cup to a 'DD' cup, and she had
delicious curves in all the right places! Her hair, which had been long to
start with grew down to her very rounded and full buttocks, and WAIT! As
much as I appreciated her very beautiful body and looks, I noticed I felt

I felt absolutely nothing for this lady and the thought baffled me.
Then I remembered why. The vampire must have let me appreciate the girl's
transformation before letting me dwell on....I started crying. Really
crying. I was a child. Actually more like a toddler. Four years old if
that. No breasts! No patch of er...nothing. Just a little toddler.
"You...why!?! Why make me little girl?!?" My high pitched voice cried out.
I still maintained my intellect, and it was all me, but my words would not
only sound like the little girl I looked like, but would also come out of
my mouth worded like a little girl.

"To teach you respect, little witch... Oh more witchcraft.
Not until you reach sixteen... Almost twelve years from now! Tell me
Serena, what do you want right now?"

"I want my mommy." I replied while sobbing.

"Remember Serena...never engage in a debate with a vampire. Especially,
one as old as me."

The vampire walked before the naked couple, and stared at them for a few
moments. Then he knelt down in front of me, and as I looked into his became so clear. I could move again, and I ran over to the
pretty lady and yelled; "mommy...mommy." and into her arms. The pretty
lady hugged me tight and replied; "Yes my precious Serena...what is it

"Can we go home...I sleepy...pleeeaassee." I replied.


Now, I'm fifteen...and three months. Nine more months till sixteen, but
more importantly, I'll be a full fledged witch again!

I remember a lot more about my childhood this time. Probably because
I'm me just trapped in this child's body. The vampire made Jeremy and
Connie my parents. They love each other...and as far as they're concerned,
I'm their first child.

My mom and Dad are constantly making love. I hear them a lot. My mom is very loud. They've been at it ever since that special Halloween night.
Incidentally, I have six younger sisters and another one on the way. No
brothers. I remember the vampire telling them to have ten children, so my
Mom has two more pregnancies to go...unless she has twins.

The vampire also did a few things to me. I have a passive personality.
It's like I have this burning desire to please everyone and I feel weak
during confrontations. I've never been in an argument. Some of the boys in school have picked up on my passiveness, and I even allowed a boy I went
to the movies with, feel my tits. I couldn't believe how horny I got. Not
because he attracted me so much, but because I felt so damn helpless while
he was doing it. I'm hoping I turn sixteen before the boys start really
taking advantage of me.

This leads me to tell you about Jason and Jessica. They're twins at my
school, and they also turned fifteen last summer. They look older than
they are...and I'm almost tempted to believe a witch or warlock got a hold
of them. I'm constantly thinking of them. Jason is really cute and
Jessica is very pretty. They're going to be at the Halloween Party I'm
going to...I can't wait!

Like I said, childhood was a lot different this time around. Much
easier. Modern technology is a little like makes life easier. I
also play soccer and that keeps me busy. I'm pretty good at it and play
the striker position. The coach calls me her secret weapon...I think she
has lesbian tendencies, because I catch her stealing glances at me. She's
attractive, and I have a feeling if she tried to seduce me, there would be
very little resistance on my part. I just hope I'm sixteen before she

My breasts have been getting bigger lately. Maybe I'm not ready for a
'C' cup, but it should be soon. Of course, when I'm sixteen, I can simply
make my tits as big and shapely as I want them to be. Jessica's are
already big. I stole a glance at her bra size in the girl's locker room.
She's a 32"D". It's hard for me not to look at her when we take showers.

Lately, I've been masturbating while fantasizing about the two of them
doing me at the same time. God! They make me so horny. I'm really
looking forward to getting my powers back. Right now, I'm only a casual
friend of Jessica's, and Jason doesn't really give me the time of day...but
that'll change. Love spells are the easiest type of spell...nine more

Hang on...

My mom is calling me... Sabrina is on. Don't you think Melissa Joan
Hart is the bomb... Yes, I have a crush on her. Every time I watch the
show, I think of how kewl it is being the real life version of the Teenage
Witch... Maybe when I regain my witchcraft, I'll go visit Melissa. Oh...
I haven't seen Michael Lexington since that night... You remember...the
Vampire. Maybe one day I'll meet him again. God I hope so... Talk to you

The End...for now.


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