All characters 18+.

Thank you to Loki-TG for coming up with the idea for this series that I've been remiss in finishing. I'll try to keep it going 🙂

Part One:

Part Two:

My stolen powers spark from my wife's hands, cracking like static along my body. With a twist of her fingers, the fabric begins to knit itself to her design - a knitted, light pink sweater than hugs tight to my figure. I try to raise wards against it, to which she merely laughs.

"Have you forgotten you're a muggle now, dear?" she sneers. With a flick of her wrist, a pleated skirt flutters into existence, barely concealing silk panties wedging themselves snugly against my crafted womanhood. My muggle brain fills with instinctive fear, sensing how it could just as easily be warped out of shape. "Oh, I do so enjoy playing with mortals. They're so helpless."

I recognize this attire. It is the uniform of our son's academy.

"You're the one that says our son should make something of himself, but how can he do that when living in your shadow?" she says. "You know that magic is inherited, passed from father to son. He could never truly come into his own power until you were gone." She extends a hand. Into her clenched fist begins to pool a whirling mass of energy strong enough for even these feeble muggle eyes to perceive as it ignites the air around it. "A warlock can never be a woman. As far as your powers are concerned, you're as good as dead. Thus, it passes to your heir..."

"Don't you dare!"

I lunge. She darts away and opens her palm, and my power spills into the room. It flows through my grasping fingers, the masculine energy recoiling away from feminine flesh, and is gone. My leap sends me careening into her arms. I feel her hard manhood jutting against my skirted rear and, strangely, at the same time sense my own perky buttocks pressing against a phantom organ between my legs. I give a shuddering gasp of arousal. Somehow I still feel everything from my stolen organ does, as she grinds it between my cheeks.

"It was fun to taste your powers but I'm content to let them go. Think I'll keep your dick though," she sniggers in my ear. "If you behave and do what I ask, I'll consider letting you have it back. Or else you can choose to live out the pitiful life of a muggle woman. Don't worry, the humiliation won't last long. I hear they barely live a century."

"What... What do I have to do?" I snarl through gritted teeth.

"You're going to help make him the man you always want him to be. I'll do some work on reality behind the hood - fit you with an identity, the life of a young woman at his academy. His beautiful new study buddy. Right about now, he should be coming into his inheritance. Who better to guide him than a girl he can practice on? You have one year to help him in coming into his new power. Probably coming into a few other things too..." she cackles. "Can you help him master his abilities without him mastering you?"

With a pathetically high-pitched scream of rage, I lash out. My tiny fist swings through empty air. She has vanished.

"You have one year. I'll be watching," echoes her laughter.