A bundle of drying black flowers and satchels of herbs wrapped in cheese cloth hung from the sides of the bathroom mirror

A bundle of drying black flowers and satchels of herbs wrapped in cheese cloth hung from the sides of the bathroom mirror. Clenching the sides of the basin Raphael glared at his reflection. Long brown black hair, all wavy and twisty. High cheek bones. Big eyes. Actual lips. Good god. I'm a girl. First chance to grope a pair of tits and their my own. His eyes darted to the reflection a choking sound behind him. Gwen delicately pounded her chest and coughed. A witch. This is insane.

"This is insane." She smiled in the mirror.

"That's what most people say. But yes." She motioned her head toward the door. "This is our coven. We stay underground here like our mothers before us."

"People lived here before?" It smelt like it.

"Not here exactly. We moved to New York in the early seventeenth century and kind of roamed around." She stood up and went to rearange a flower arrangement on the can. "Once or twice every century we get evicted by some means or another. We've only been in this space for the past ten years." He shifted his eyes to her from the mirror reflection. "Tabitha brought us." She smiled.

"Tabitha... she's the-"

"High Priestess, yes. She kind of looks after us all." He eyed the resting bo for a moment before looking back at her. "She would be very angry if she found out what Eva had been doing." Gwens eyes got large and pleading. "So please don't tell her? Just play along like your Eva." He waited to see if she would continue, then pursed his lips.

"Hmmn." Making noise through his new nose sent a light tingling feeling up his temples.

"If you do, then we can grant your wish. Anything you want. As long as you keep the secret." Anything he wanted. That was an interesting thought. He could probably cut his bros in on the action too. If that's what he wanted. Wait... Strike that thought. Those bastards had made him answer the phone to begin with. If there was going to be any action, it would be his.

Raphael began getting hard at the thought. Oh shit... I don't even have that anymore. He looked down and felt a great sense of loss.

I'm such a.... girl. He didn't know what to think about being in this new body. Everything felt weird. Especially without a shell. He never knew what it had felt like to have an actual ass. Or boobs. He just couldn't get over that one. Would he have to wear lingerie? Holy shit! Do I have a boyfriend? Is he going to touch me? Arrrggh!!!

"I am so, so incrediblely sorry." She came up to him, still managing to keep her distance. He was surprised she hadn't bitten off her finger already. "I can-" She gasped and he almost dove for the bo. But it was only her own rumintating. "A second wish, that's it!" Her eyes bubbled over with happiness. He stepped away from the sink. He had never seen something like that before. "You can have two wishes!" She clapped. "Yes yes!"

"Uh.... sure." Gwen closed her eyes in an exstatically glad smile. Well. As long as I'm getting paid for this. Raphael turned back to the mirror and continued to glare. He fought, but eventually his eyes shifted back to the girl. Aside from April he had never seen one this up close before. Surely he had rescued countless girls from the face of danger. But never had he even spoken this much to one. She was so.... girl like.

"Evie? Gwen? Are you in there?" A muffled voice came to them through the door. Gwen jolted and he leapt for the bo, taking position at the end of the bathroom for battle. He hunched his shoulders like a cat and prepared to spring as Gwen gathered her senses.

"Uh, yeah! Yeah, we're in here." She went to the mirror and hastily combed her fingers through her already fine hair.

"Are you ok? We heard yelling?"

"OH, uh... Eve just won some concert tickets!... she called a radio show!" Raphael lowered the bo as Gwen turned to look at him. He some how caught the meaning in her eyes and continued.

"....yeah, I called in." She seemed to feel a little better and took his shoulder gently. He walked ahead of her and she guided him out, opening the door for him. An older woman stepped back to let them pass, giving him a gracious smile.

"Well congratulations Evangeliene. What concert will you see?" He gauged her in her 40s or so, greying brown hair, and very light blue eyes. Her skirt swung gracefully as she stepped aside and she held opened palms to her chest.

"Um... ICP." Raphael muttered as Gwen pressed him onward. The woman called after that 'that was nice.' But he wasn't interested. He was being lead back into the giant basement again. Bed linens were hung all from the cieling to shift off rooms, a set or so of hammocks tied up within. They seemed to lead off infinately in a maze which Gwen pulled him through, ducking through several sheeted shortcuts. Drying satchels and flowers were hung here and there, and Raphael couldn't figure out how they kept getting attatched to his head.

They wound up in one of the booths alone and Gwen began picking the florets out of his hair before he could slap them out himself. There was a pair of hammocks, one above the other, which occupied most of the space. A little dresser was packed to the brim so as the drawers could hardly close. The bed sheet walls were cluttered with photographs safety pinned to them. Raphael put his hand down and allowed Gwen to groom him unmaimed.

"So who's ICP?" She asked softly, almost right into his ear. He huffed out his nose. What dork doesn't know ICP.

"Insane clown posse." Her fiddling hands froze and she looked at him skeptically.

"Huh?"

"Geez, you mus'nt get out very of'n." He muttered.

"Well no. Not really. What the Insane Clown Pussy?"

Raphael and Gwen sat in the top hammock while she milked him for information about ICP, and any other band he happened to mention. Then they told each other about their families, oddly sucked into a psychologically depthful talk. Raphael realized this only after he finished explaining Mike's childish balancing behavior. A quirky expression came over his face and he stared off. Apparently some of Dons gibberish has rubbed off. Gwen filled in the akward moment, telling him about her older sister. He forgot about his brothers again and reclined in his half of the hammock. She did the same.

Gwen reached over to open the dresser behind her, tipping her entire half over. Raphael grabbed her around the waist and felt her gasp. She looked back at him and smiled.

"Um, thanks." He held on as she stretched back and rummaged through the open drawer. She leaned forward as he pulled her back in, and produced a bag of 'gummi worms'. It had been torn open, and was half empty. Gwen smiled again. "Here." She took out a handful and put it in his hand as he released her. Looking at all of them, so revoltingly reminiscent of Donatellos homemade 'gummi turtles', he felt as though he hadn't eated all day. He threw them all into his mouth at once, smearing his hand over his face to get them in. Then he realized how small this mouth was to his. A good dozen worms fell down onto his lap. His eyes shifted down and a free hand proceeded to pick them each up. Gwen hid her laughter behind her hand and he next gave her a nasty look, simultaneously chewing. "That's just how Eva does it too."

"Ijh Iea." His words were muffled through his hand. She was fighting a grin, the sides of her mouth being pulled at against her will. Her hand dipped back into the bag and she proceeded to smear the worms into her mouth as well. They fell all over the place and he finally appreciated how funny looking it was.

"Ook, I'm Aph!" She held her hands up in a classic 'Ta da!'. He frowned and slowly swallowed. Gwen giggled with her mouth full and began picking the extra candy up. Raphael took one of the remaining worms, holding it contemplatively for a moment. A strange urge over took him just for a split second. He raised his wrist back, then tossed it into the gapping part of her shirt, right between her breasts. As soon as it landed he thought he might throw up. He could hardly believe he had just done that.

Gwen gasped and looked into her shirt. She looked at him and drew in her breath in such a way which articulated her appallment. Raphael didn't dare move, the surprise on his face just the same as hers.

"Why you..." She grabbed another worm and threw it down his shirt. He looked at it, then at her. Then it it... at her. Gwen laughed out loud, falling backwards against the pillow.

"Well, we'll see about that." Raphael grabbed a handful out of the back and tossed them in her air space. The tiny bombs bounded off her face and chest and she sat back up.

"Oh!" She laughed somemore and threw them back. Soon it was an all out worm war, leaving them both laughing, and hyperventilating, and covered in candy.