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Eight years previously, to the day, dejected by the classic problems of any new adult, Billy watched the fairies in the garden. When they got too close to the open window, that was emitting quite summer night, the blonde would say "booooo!", and the little ones would scatter with annoying squeaks. Soon they realized that the big witch would not hurt them and stopped flying away from her. Billy lazily would brush them aside while ideal female figurines with wings resembling carved gold and silver laces would try to put her rather short hair in idiotic pigtails.

The young blonde played with her tongue piercing feeling the metal on her sugar white teeth. Billy loved to stand out, but she had a rather ambiguous attitude towards her own appearance: on the one hand, she clearly realized how gorgeous she was; on the other hand, the newly-made witch hated that everyone was paying attention only to her appearance, as if this was the only thing that characterized her as a woman!

In annoyance, she caught one of the fairies and kept her fragile body in the palm of her hand. Billy did no harm to her, of course, but the witch's grip was strong. How pleasant it was to control this feminine body; how nice it was to possess a woman!

She opened her hand. The fairy looked at Billy in surprise, she smiled friendly at the blonde, baring her sharp teeth, not understanding Billy's totalitarian mood.

Billy took Astrid's lipstick off the dresser and slowly put screaming-red substance to her well-shaped Cupid bow upper lip; the beauty tied her black platform ankle boots and straightened her expensive lace bra, which cockily kept on crawling out from under a sexy crewneck top. She was waiting for her.

Auntie, being almost at her elephant month of pregnancy: kind and glowing, went with the husband and Granny to pay a ritual visit to the neighboring witches in order to receive the blessing of the clan members. Sarah got tagged along, of course. Lacking magical powers (Astrid says that she is not yet ready for them), the younger sister showed much more passion for all kinds of witch rituals and traditions. Little sucker. Billy just adored her, but sometimes she wanted to kick her smart ass.

"Come on, Bills! Everyone will be there! In a month you are leaving for college, I want to spend more time with youuu," Sarah whined.

"She'll have time to attend a lot of sabbaths before the start of the first semester, Sarah. Let her be alone for a bit," Astrid insisted, looking pointedly at Billy. The blonde pretended not to understand what her aunt was hinting at, instead she scratched her moon tattoo on her left shoulder, the sun tattoo on her right shoulder did not deserve such grooming.

Alyssa's mother was persuaded to put her these tattoos when Billy was only fifteen. The tattoo artist herself was like a child, she had Alyssa when she was very young, took care of her alone, and treated her daughter's friends as her own friends without giving much importance to their age, as if trying to pass for a young teenage girl whom she failed to be being pregnant with Alyssa.

Billy did this partly to annoy her father, as if hoping to get an excuse to use magic on him, but Andrew, as usually, was on her side and even stood up for her when mother noticed her astronomical body art. Damn him and his fatherly kindness: a liar is always a liar!

Despite the piercings and tattoos, Billy has always kept her style and charm, realizing that she's better and more superior than ordinary people, than most people. All clothes, even the most extravagant or screaming, looked elegant and harmonious on her. And how she loved to refuse the most handsome and popular boys at school, how fun it was to laugh in their faces, how nice it was to see that neither their strength, nor the stupid popularity of the team captains, nor their money could give those males what they wanted.

Some girls at school and in her field hockey team took interest in her, but she delicately pretended not to notice their hints. She needed the only one. But this one idiot acted just like little fifteen-year-old Sarah! "I'm almost sixteen," her sister's classic squeaky words rang through her head. Billy smiled, biting her blood-red lower lip. Maybe she should have agreed to go on a date with Ella? At the prom, her classmate kept on giving her the avalanche of unambiguous hints and cocky flirt. But how to allow yourself to love and want someone whom you don't actually want to? Even love potions do not last long: it evokes a sugary-sweet passion and lust, later leaving a bilious and bitter aftertaste with a couple of psychological traumas on top of it.

She burst into the room like a fierce, furious flame. Almost always in high spirits, she embodied an atom of magical fire: hellacious, agile, and beyond comprehension. Growing up, she was becoming more and more feminine and beautiful: a delicate flexible body began to acquire pleasant, resilient curves, she even became a bit taller than Billy. Nina smiled and just looked at her, or rather inside her. It always seemed to Billy that those brown eyes were looking straight into her soul.

Young women haven't seen each other for just one week, but Nina was so happy to meet the witch as if she hadn't seen her best friend for ages. Her best friend. Is she really just her best friend... and that's it? No matter how great Nina's boobies became; no matter with what languid gaze she would look at this world; no matter how she would throw her copper waves back, which began to glow like liquid gold with the years, she kept on behaving as if she were Sarah's age.

Billy has been strong since her young teens, she was already well versed in the magic of the elements under the guidance of her grandmother and Astrid; the half-blood Lev also taught her potions and how to distinguish the right herbs, although, like any shifter he did not have magic. The only rule for witches and magical creatures was: whatever you do, don't get caught. Billy often dabbled in magic and was not at all afraid of the consequences.  She used magic as cheat codes for her life, not as some spiritual crap that "fills our lives with positive energy and harmony with nature." Let silly Sarah suffer from this garbage ideas, while cool Billy will take everything from life... But why do you need such a life (even full of magic) if you cannot possess the one you want?

Nina knocked her off her feet like a big dog who had been waiting for her owner to come back home, and they both fell onto the bed. Nina sat on Billy's laps, but she did it somehow childishly, as if she was just fooling around.

"I'm super glad to see you! Yayyy! I was sure that you all had already left; Lev told me not to be late, but I was late. I'll show you what delayed me. You just won't believe how cute it was! And then I smelled you! And... " she paused out of sudden, "Why did you stay here? I would have joined this baby shower anyways. Billy? Billy, how are you feeling?" she naively touched Billy's solar plexus with her fingertips: it was the last straw for Billy. She was able to endure it when Nina was fidgeting in her laps, but the touch caused a plaintive groan and trembling in her whole body.

Nina stopped talking; her expression changed. Billy was embarrassed not knowing what to do at that moment. She had already kissed one girl a couple of years ago in the dressing room after a workout, but it was not the same, that girl was not Nina.

"I understand," said Nina. Billy could not answer anything, her chest kept on heaving and falling as if after a run, and her heart was ready to jump out. Did she understand? What could she possibly understand! She's such a child...

Squirrel girl slowly got up from Billy's laps; her movements were flexible and slow: not typical for her. Everything about her was different and not different at the same time. It was very frightening for Billy, although, it was well known that after the events on the damn river there seemed to be little that could scare her.

Nina was wearing a black dress with thin straps and flared mini-length hem that asked for a twirl. Soft fabric was darted to enhance her feminine silhouette. Looking into Billy's eyes, the redhead began to put off one strap, then another. The dress was instantly at her feet. Billy swallowed; the heart was popping out of her chest:

"Why are you doing it?" whispered the young witch. She wanted to turn away as if looking at something sacred and forbidden. "You don't have to do this... you don't..."

Nina gently touched her simple saffron-colored cotton panties, smoothly leading her hand to her flat tummy, and then to her breasts. With her other hand, she brushed a long brass strand of hair back from her face. Nina's cheeks glowed with a blush as if she was the incarnation of the pink cheeked Dawn Goddess Eos.

"Take me," she said in a husky voice. "We, shifters, know when it's time..."