Sabina the Not-Yet Twenty Witch: Part 7 [ENF][F][Exh][Magic]

**Sabina the Not-Yet Twenty Witch: Part 7 [ENF][Exh][Magic]**

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**Chapter 19: Knock Knock, Coven Calling**

“So, now we go see the baby witch?” Hades asked, walking alongside a red-headed and freckled version of Sabina down the Delta hallway.

“Third floor, right?” Sabina asked.

“We could have flown.”

“That’s not really how I want to make my introduction. Too dramatic.” Sabina said, passing a couple girls and guys in the stairwell, all of whom noticed the naked redhead that Sabina was pretending to be, but no one saying a word. College life—it offered its own camouflage. She walked up the stairs to the third floor and followed the faint energy of the witch to her room a few doors down. She cast a quick glamour, making it appear as if she was in a barely-there camisole. If the girl wanted to look, she’d see her as being mostly naked. She knocked. A moment later the door opened and she saw a shorter girl with severe bangs and all black hair that went straight to her shoulders. She was wearing a long t-shirt and nothing underneath.

“Yeah?” The girl asked. She hadn’t been sleeping, but she’d been in bed reading by the looks of it.

“We need to talk. Can I come in?”

“Who are you?” She asked, looking her up and down. “And don’t you want to put some clothes on?”

“My name’s Sabina.” Sabina concentrated, and though the girl’s mind was slippery, she could still pull details. “And you’re…Jena. Interesting name.”

“Do we know each other?” Jena asked, but Sabina ignored her, stepping into the girl’s room. It was a single, small, but it meant Jena either had status in the sorority or money to buy her privacy. “Do you want to tell me what this is all about?”

“Sit down, just for a moment. I’m not trying to be all mysterious, but I couldn’t talk with you out in the hall.” Sabina said.

“Next time, put on some clothes.” Jena said, sitting on her bed.

“Not that…because of this.” She made a gesture, and all her glamours were gone. A naked Sabina, with platinum blonde hair, slightly smaller breasts than her illusory redhead image, and a triangle of black bush with a distinct platinum blonde strip running up the side, stood in front of the girl.

“What?” The girl stammered. “How did you—?” She stood up. “Why are you naked?”

“Because, Jena, I think you maybe recognize what I have going on up here,” Sabina pointed at her hair, “and definitely what I have down *here*.” She traced the stripe in her bush. “Now, before I explain everything, how about you take off that t-shirt and show me what you got?” Sabina smirked.

“I’m *naked* under this.” Jena plucked at her shirt. Sabina rolled her eyes. “Fine.” She huffed. “Fine.” She lifted her shirt and pulled it over her head, tossing the shirt on the bed. “Naked.” She said, bringing her hands down so they slapped against her hips. “Happy?” Jena was paler than Sabina, which was something, and her waist narrower, though with wider hips. Sabina half-wanted to asked her to turn around. She bet the girl had a really nice ass. Her tits were full, slightly larger than Sabina’s, with bigger rouge-colored nipples, though her nipples were already shrinking in the cold. Sadly, the girl was waxed bare between her legs. “Seriously, are you just going to ogle me, or—.”

“This is going to itch for moment.” Sabina muttered a few quick words and moved her fingers in a complex motion. A second later the girl looked down at her crotch, gave her bare pudenda a light scratching, and stumbled back onto the bed as hair started sprouting, then curling—like time lapse video—into dark black pubic hair. It took few more seconds to grow into place, but Sabina saw line of platinum blonde hair in the girl’s bush. It was on the opposite side of Sabina’s, but that didn’t really matter. It was a witch’s mark. “And now the hair.” Sabina said. “This part you won’t feel.” She waved her hand above her head. “Reveal what is hidden.” She chanted. The girl blinked, and then she saw a strand of her hair fall in front of her face. She dashed to the mirror and looked at herself. Sabina stood beside her. They were hardly twins, Jena’s hair being a honey blonde to Sabina’s platinum, but they could be in the same cult—or fans of the same band.

“I just had my hair colored *and* got waxed last week!” Jena said. She ran her fingers through her hair, and then did the same between her legs. “Jesus, it’s 1970 down there. What did you do?”

“A regrowth spell. You want it trimmed up, your pussy bare like mine?” She reached over and cupped the girl’s sex. Jena flinched at the intimate touch, but the spell Sabina muttered was quick, and she pulled her hand back to reveal her pudenda cleaned up like Sabina’s. “So, which one of your parent’s knew magic?” Sabina asked, and she moved to sit on the girl’s bed.

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**Chapter 20: Just Us Girls**

Two hours later, well-past midnight, Sabina had explained Jena’s heritage to her. She hadn’t known her father, he’d left the family when she was a baby, but he was the likely source of the magic in her blood. Jena would never be really powerful, not without the early training Sabina had gotten, but she could still be a full witch.

“And this is the last bit, and I have to make it absolutely clear, once I tell you this, you have a big choice to make. No more sex with a man…and to be clear, I solely mean no penetration with a real-live cock in your pussy or ass, not until you’re a full witch. You’re barely nineteen, so that means almost a full year until you can undergo the trials and initiation.”

“So, what is the actual choice?” Jena asked.

“The choice is pseudo-celibacy or you tell me to fuck off, grab the nearest guy, let him bang you good, and *maybe* retain some magical sensitivity for the rest of your comparatively short life.” Sabina had already explained the benefits of being a witch, long life among them.

“This is just all so crazy. We’ve been talking for hours—nude—and I’m not even chilly.” She looked at herself, then Sabina. “Not to mention, I don’t normally hang out naked with people.”

“Your loss.” Sabina smirked. “But the World…the *magic* World, I should say, which is everywhere and nowhere, knows who you are, knows you are now *knowing* of your heritage.” She emphasized the word. “With that comes some basic privileges. Dust, dirt, cold, rain, whatever, can’t cling to you unless you allow it…or unless you weaken your power enough. As for the nudity, get used to it. A witch does her best work when she is one with nature. Your other option is animal skins, but honestly, this is way more comfortable.”

“And you’re going to train me?” Jena asked, and Sabina smiled.

“If you decide to become a witch, I can help. We go to the same school. Age-wise, I’m only a little ahead of you, so we’re both novitiates, but most of it is self-study, self-practice, with tutoring along the way. I’m going to go soon, it’s late, but I’ll teach a couple of simple tricks, the weakest but most useful of magicks.” Sabina stood up. “This, as silly as it seems, is a witch’s mark.” She traced the line in the girl’s bush. To her credit, Jena didn’t pull back, but she didn’t seem to know *what* to do in the moment. “It’s part of your power, and while you can shave it or wax it, you’ll only diminish yourself, kind of like not getting enough sleep, but all the time. Magic is very much about identity—you know who you are, but your witch’s mark is an ever-present reminder, sort of grounding you to your witch-ness. The problem with rocking this bush is that it’s a bit of a calling card to normal humans who know our history. If word gets around about your little stripe, some weirdos—weirdos who a little about our history—might come looking to take advantage of your powers. So,” Sabina waved her hand in front of her own pubic hair, unveiling it as all black, “we hide it—just a little. Notice, specifically, the curtains *don’t* match the carpet. That still keeps me at, like, 99.9% power.” She showed Jena the spell, had her practice a few times, and finally she cast it on herself successfully. Sabina dispelled it, and made her cast it few more times.

“That is cool or freaky. I can’t decide.”

“Jena, that’s a nearly perfect description of witchcraft. Now, if you want to do the hair on your head, it’s the same spell.”

“But you said, um, your hair doesn’t match your, uh…” She pointed to Sabina’s bush.

“I like being as natural as possible, and it’s not that out of the ordinary for a girl’s nether regions to not perfectly match what’s on top—my eyebrows match, though—but the choice is yours.”

“And my power—if I change my hair color—on my head?” She added.

“Let’s say, um, 98.735%.” Jena stared at her, and Sabina laughed. “I’m kidding. You’re so new to this you probably won’t notice a difference at all, but there *is* a difference, and the better you get at magic, the more you’ll notice.” Jena nodded and then made a motion over her head, turning her hair black.

“Me suddenly being blonde would be hard to explain, but I’ll consider going lighter over time.” Sabina reached out and hugged Jena. At first the girl stiffened, likely confused by the press of Sabina’s naked body against her own.

“Welcome to club.” Sabina whispered to her, easing back. “And remember, if nothing else, keep that glamour on your bush. Weirdos, cultists, religious nuts, and all between are out there.” Sabina went to the girl’s window and opened it, snapping her fingers. Her broom slid silently up to the frame for her to climb on. Jena was goggle-eyed. “Oh, did I forget to mention the brooms and the flying?” She laughed. “I’ll see you tomorrow, let’s say for lunch at the café?” Jena nodded. “Good. Bring your tablet and smartphone, too, if you have them.” Jena started to speak, but Sabina waved her off. “Don’t ask. I’ll explain tomorrow.” Sabina sped off into the night sky, leaving Jena leaning naked out of her window, her pale breasts clearly outlined in the moonlight.

High above campus, Sabina sat with her feet dangling over the side of her broom. Hades was at the front.

“I think that went well.” Sabina said.

“Sure, I mean, she didn’t start screaming or break out a Bible…but she’s *weak*. She’ll never be as a strong as you. I was there the whole time, invisible, and she never noticed another presence in the room.”

“Yeah,” Sabina sighed, “weak, but she’ll learn, grow. Though I do have to congratulate you on thinking of that little test.”

“Oh, I didn’t *just* think of that.” Hades laughed, of laughed in the approximation of what a cat could do. “I did that with you, too, for almost two weeks before you finally noticed me at your aunts’ house.” He said.

“What?”

“Yeah, when you first came into your powers, they called me in, told me to spell-up, hide from you, and as you progressed in your basic studies, it was only then you saw me. Those were a good couple of weeks watching you shower, change, other things…”

“I was barely a teenager!”

“Again, I’m from an era when that was *marrying* material…not only that, but *baby-bearing* material, so you can’t judge me for that! Besides, truth be told, I *like* a full-grown woman, in her twenties at least, big boobs, nice round ass, hair between her legs, and a lot more meat than most people consider attractive these days, so back off—I’m a *normal* weirdo.”

“I’m half-tempted to push you off from up here and see if you land on your feet.” Hades stuck his tongue out, and they flew back to Sabina’s room.

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**Chapter 21: In Just a Few Short Lessons**

Jena was waiting for Sabina when she arrived at the café. Sabina took it as a good sign that the girl was prompt. She sat down across from Jena and smiled.

“Hello again, Jena.”

“Um, hi.” The girl said. “I brought these like you asked.” She slid her tablet and smartphone across the table.”

“Oh, good.” Sabina picked up the phone and said a few words, then made a couple of gestures with her fingers. She repeated the same with the tablet. “There.” She gave the electronics back to her. “You now have access to what we affectionately call WitchNet, a couple of apps that will appear to be uninteresting icons to everyone else, but will provide you access to spell books, journals, guidance, and anything else you might be interested in. I’ll let you explore later on your own, but here are some good places to start reading.” She brought up the *Novitiate’s Guide to the World Coven Trials* as well as *The New Witch, A Modern Beginner’s Classic*. “Read, re-read, then practice. If you can get through the base spells, all fifteen of them, without too much trouble, then we can try some more interesting stuff. Though, even some of the basic spells are really useful. For example, Full Sight.” She pushed the tablet across the table, and pointed to the spell on the page. It was simple. A gesture in front of the eyes, and the chant ‘Clear of sight, clear of vision, clear, clear, clear.’ “Most witches have this going almost all the time. It lets you see through basic magicks and notice magical things around you.”

“You want me to give this a try?” Sabina nodded. “Here?” She nodded again. Jena didn’t quite stick the gesture until Sabina showed her how to curl her pinky finger the right way. “Clear of sight, clear of vision, clear, clear, clear.” Jena looked around for moment, not quite sure if anything had happened, then she saw Sabina. “Holy shit!” She nearly fell out of her chair. “You’re naked!”

“And I have been the whole time.” Sabina got up, revealing her complete nudity. “I have a glamour going most of the time, so if I don’t feel like clothes, I don’t need to wear them. A magically sensitive person might see me in something their mind interprets as revealing, whereas you, with the Full Sight spell active, you can see what’s really there…in this case, *nothing*.”

“I really liked your outfit.” Jena said, almost disappointed.

“That’s because I stole the idea from a fashion magazine. If you focus, though, you can see it again. Full Sight works as you want it to.” Jena squinted a bit.

“Oh, wow. It’s like, one moment, clothes, then none, now they’re back.” She reached out and touched Sabina’s chest before realizing what she was doing, and abruptly pulled her hand back, blushing. “It feels like you’re wearing a t-shirt and bra.”

“That’s the spell. To me, it just felt like you tweaking my nipple.” Jena blushed again. “Which leads us to our next lesson.” Sabina said, turning to the Glamour. There were multiple types of the glamours, but the Glamour was its own thing. The primary method a witch could use to hide herself. “Practice the gesture first. It’s mostly just a hand wave—like so.” Sabina demonstrated. “There is no spoken component, though some people like to say ‘Hidden’ three times to focus themselves. The key is imagining how you want to appear. An outfit, your hair, your face, if you want, but we’ll save that for later lessons. Think of yourself in a sundress. Any style you want, any color, pattern, but think about it. Do you have something in mind?”

“Yes, I think so.” Jena said.

“And show me the gesture again.” Jena demonstrated, and Sabina nodded approval. “Ok, stand up.” Jena did as she asked. “Clear you mind, remember your outfit, *and* the gesture. Are ready to try?”

“Um, yes.”

“I’m going to count to three, snap my fingers, and then you’re going to cast the spell. One. Two. Three.” Sabina snapped her fingers, and Jena’s eyes went wide as she saw her jeans, t-shirt, bra, and panties in a neat pile across the table. She looked down at herself, realized she was naked, gave a sharp squeak, and ducked down beside the table. “Cast the *spell*, silly. My confusion spell is only going to keep the other people from ignoring a naked girl in the café for *maybe* another ten seconds.”

“You didn’t tell me—!” Jena sputtered. “You tricked me!”

“Five seconds. Stand up and cast the Glamour.” Jena rose, half-covering herself, and closed her eyes, concentrating on her outfit, she made the gesture, but nothing happened. “Again, Jena, focus. There’s two or three people looking at you now, my spell’s weakening.” The girl blushed deeply, but lowered her arms, finally getting the spell to take. “There. All better. That color of blue looks great on you.” She looked her up and down, though from an outside view, you’d be seen as not wearing a bra or panties—especially in this sunlight.” Jena sat down, crossing her arms to cover her breasts, loose in the sundress.

“You didn’t tell me I needed to imagine underwear.” Jena snapped.

“Don’t you *normally* wear underwear?” Sabina picked up Jena’s real panties and held them up for her to see. “A thong—cotton—bra of the same material. This is *real*. You have to imagine reality and *reality* is what others will see.” She set the panties back down. “Keep it simple, or make it sexy, your choice, really.”

“Can I have my clothes back?” Jena reached for them, but Sabina closed her eyes, waved her hand over top of them, and muttered a few words. The clothes disappeared. “Wait—where—?”

“They’re back in your room, sitting on your bed. No training wheels. No fallback if you fail. The Glamour is *important*—like, save-your-life important. You have to be ready to cast it at a moment’s notice. You have to keep it going pretty much all the time. It hides you as a witch. It hides your nudity. It can make you appear as you want, whenever you want, and even *be* whoever you want.” Sabina repeated the Glamour spell and suddenly, Jena was sitting across from herself. “You like?” Sabina said, though it was Jena’s voice coming out of her mouth. “If you ever had a fantasy of making out with yourself, now’s the time.” Sabina-as-Jena smiled.

“That is so…I’m sorry…this is freaking me out.” The real Jena said.

“Spoilsport.” Sabina said, reverting to her normal self.

“Thanks, it was hard to concentrate looking at you—at me.”

“I *am* trying to keep you on your toes, trip you up on purpose, but I realize we’re just beginning.” Sabina made a gesture. “A new confusion spell is in place.” She snapped her fingers. “And…you’re naked again.” Jena looked down, once again yelping and covering herself. “Tick-tock, Jena. I want to see lacy underwear, pantyhose, high heels, pencil skirt and a blue blouse. Let’s go!” She clapped her hands. Jena stood up, and Sabina took a moment to enjoy the view. She loved seeing naked people in daylight, and Jena had a fantastic body—though most witches did. Sabina’s confusion spell would stay up as long as she wanted, but Jena didn’t need to know that. The girl closed her eyes and waved her hands, looking a little ridiculous, but a moment later she was wearing a somewhat lacy set of bra and panties, pantyhose, and—Sabina looked under the table—high heels. “Pretty good, though people are still going to notice a girl in just her underwear. Also, do you normally wear your panties *over* your hose?”

“Shit!” Jena looked down at herself, made herself temporarily bottomless, and then the panties and pantyhose appeared in their proper places. She gestured again and the skirt and blouse were in place.

“Sexy!” Sabina said, clapping politely.

“Ugh.” Jena sat down. “I’m getting a headache.”

“That’s because your magic reserves are getting tapped. It’s like you’re exercising without any food or water in you.”

“So, what, do I go to a convenience store and buy a mega extreme magic energy drink?” Jena huffed, but Sabina smirked. The next lesson would be interesting.

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**End Part 7**

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