As Luck Would Have it

Betsy found a store in Boston with a sexual name and was told that a man made spells to order at another store back home in Dunstable. After Betsy looked at the name of the store, she would have never guess it sold items for adults and told the broom to go to the address that she was given. One man was behind the counter of a store filled with potions, aphrodisiacs, sex aids and dirty books. “Sir, I need a counter spell for a glamour potion. Its effect is much stronger than normal. I have a sample so you can make a counter.”

“I’m sure I can make up something that should work.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“I have other customers. I’ll try to have to potion ready by the morning. Are you willing to pay extra for me to work through the night?”

“Anything it takes. Do you know anybody that could have a potion faster?”

“No, Miss. Made to order potions usually take anywhere from two to five days except in emergencies.”

“This is an emergency.”

“Very well, Ma’am. I’ll try to have it made by morning.”

Betsy returned home after buying a few ingredients to make her own counter potion. Betsy dialed Henry’s phone number when she arrived home. She tried to make her voice sound as husky as possible. “Henry, I think we should meet at a restaurant. Annabel is over watching Cynthia.”

“I suppose we could afford a hotel room for the night. I can’t wait to see you. I’ll meet you at Harold’s at eight and make us hotel reservations.”

“Thanks. I can’t wait until tonight.”

“Me, either.”

Betsy put her arm around Annabel. “I found someone to make a counter potion. He’ll have it in the morning. I’ll call your husband and tell him that you’re babysitting Cynthia tonight so Henry and I can have a night on the town.”

“Thank you.”

“My hands are shaking. Could you write down your husband’s work number?”

Betsy dialed the number. “Annabel offered to babysit so Henry and I could have a n on on the town.”

“Your voice sounds deeper.”

“I took a glamour potion. I’m going to meet Henry at a restaurant to surprise him.”

“Have a good time. Can I talk to my wife?”

“She’s in the kitchen right now. I’ll have her call you in the morning.”

“Very well.” Will\'s sauve voice said before hanging up.

Betsy patted herself on the back. That was too easy. Betsy prayed that the sorcerer’s spell would work. “Dear God, return Annabel to her original body.” She had two more hours before she had to meet Henry at the restaurant. Betsy went into the nursery to check on Cynthia; she was asleep.

Betsy picked up her Bible, needing all the strength she could muster to get through the night. She suspected that the sorcerer’s spell would work. He made most of his sales by reputation like Betsy’s father did. Betsy put on the men’s clothes that Henry brought her after Will called her a man. Her hair was a little long for a man. Betsy walked to a barber. Other men were waiting for a haircut. Betsy waited her turn standing in line with the other workmen.

The barber asked her if she would like a shave. “Yes,” Betsy said, trying not to feel self-conscious about her tenor voice. Many men had voices higher than hers. No one would hear a woman as long as her incantation didn’t give her away.

“Didn’t shave this morning?” the barber asked.

“I was running late for work,” Betsy said, apparently the glamour potion didn’t remove her facial hair. She looked in the barber’s mirror still very pleased with the face she was seeing. It was symmetrical, the skin was a perfect pinkish white and without blemish. Her features were basically the same but they were put together n atn attractive way.

“Meeting a lady tonight,” the barber said.

“Yes.” Betsy listened to the barber talk as he shaved her and cut her hair and smiled at her reflection as she paid the barber.

“Have a nice time tonight.”

“I plan on it.” Betsy put her hat on her head, took a carriage to Harold’s and told the host that she was waiting for a friend. She went to the bar and ordered a drink. She was nervous that Will could drop by their house unexpectedly and find out Annabel’s mistake.

After she drank her gin too quickly and belched, Henry hit Betsy’s back. “It’s good to see you. I knew you would wear those clothes.”

“I’m not as fit as you. I on on bed rest the last month,” Betsy said, recovering from the slap.

“Honey, let’s get drinks. If you don’t mind me saying so, you look fit.” Henry looked at her again. “Better than fit. You have never looked this good.”

“I don’t feel that way. I feel like I’ll shatter like glass.” After putting a sex change potion into her drink, Betsy glad that his clothes were loose because the effect was immediate.

“I want to skip dinner and take you to our hotel room,” Henry said, as he led Betsy to their table.

Betsy touched his gin. “I drank the first one too fast.”

“Betsy, I know you\'re nervous. We’ll take it slow.”

“I want to please you.”

“You do.” Henry put his hand on Betsy’s thigh.

Betsy put his hand on Henry’s hand. “I can’t wait until we’re in our hotel room and I can kiss you all over.”

“I want to kiss you so much.”

“It doesn’t freak you out that I had a baby two days ago.” After dinner and a bottle of wine, they took a carriage to an uptown hotel. “I have never been a man in your arms,” Betsy said.

“I’ll be gentle. I check us in and you can meet me in the room. It isn’t like we never did it before.”

“I couldn’t use this potion before. Now, that we had our daughter and we’re fated not to have another for quite a few years; it doesn’t matter.”

“If you ever do anything like that again, I’ll kill you.” Henry looked down at him.

“I thought you liked men.”

“I like you.”

“I’m still me. I just changed my outside appearance. What is wrong if I change the packaging?”

“How long does the spell last?”

“A day.”

“So I’m to have an illusion for a day. That is awful cruel.” Henry hit him across the face with back of his hand just hard enough that it stung. “What if I prefer the illusion?”

“I can take it again. I could make one that last several months if that would make you happy. I’m still legally your wife if I took such a potion on the permanent basis.”

“You’re sick.”

“I thought you married me for my perverted little mind.” Betsy kissed Henry in the hallway of the hotel.

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“There is a law in parliament that any act of consensual sex is legal between a married couple. Most people in this hotel don’t have a marriage license.”

“I can’t wait to undress you. Wait; I’ll get us the key.”

Betsy wanted in the hotel lobby for Henry to return from the registration desk with the key and they went up the stairs. Betsy kept his hands to himself although it was difficult as Henry opened the door to the room and hung out the “Do Not Disturb” sign.

Henry unbuttoned Betsy’s waistcoat while Betsy kissed him deeply. “I can do it faster.” Henry finished unbuttoning Betsy’s shirt. He helped Betsy pull it off. Henry put his hand on Betsy’s fair skin. “I can’t believe this is you.”

“This isn’t real.”

“Does it feel real?” Henry quickly pulled off most of his clothes. Henry pressed his mouth against Betsy’s throat. He moved his hand over Betsy’s flat nearly hairless chest.

“Yes. I have never been with a man this way.”

“Your body will know what to do.” Henry continued to unbutton his pants. Henry pulled Betsy close to him. “It feels so good to be make love to someone that I love.”

“This isn’t our first time.”

“Betsy, you don’t how beautiful you are.”

“That feels great.” Betsy lay down on the bed on top of the covers. Henry put his large hands on Betsy’s bum. He caressed Betsy’s cheeks. Then Henry tasted Betsy’s bum hole. When Betsy squirmed a little, Henry playfully tapped his bum and held on to his cheeks as he continued to eat out his bottom.

They enjoyed each other in several different ways until they both fell into content sleep. Henry hurried into his clothes. “I have to pay for the room and get to work.”

“You can leave me the money. I promised to pick up Annabel a few things on my way back.”

“Sounds good, luv.” Henry gave Betsy a fast kiss. Henry pulled out a few notes from wallets.

“I don’t care if the fates want me to have another child. I’m not getting pregnant again.” Betsy dressed.

“It’s up to you. Thank, Annabel for the babysitting.”

“I will.” Betsy kissed Henry and put his arms Henry and squeezed his bottom.

“It was great but I must get to my morning appointments.”

“Hurry. If you stay here, you’ll never make your appointment.”

“It would be nice to stay in bed all day.”

“I really have to go. Annabel is expecting me.” Betsy combed his hair and stuffed the money in his pocket.

“Go. I’ll pay the bill.”

Betsy left the hotel, found a taxi and went to the magic shop to get Annabel’s counterpotion. He paid the man that he saw the day before. “It better work.”

“I can see from the smile on your face your husband enjoyed it,” the man said behind the counter.

“How do you know it was my husband?”

“If you were having an affair, you would have taken your wedding band off,” the man said. “I wouldn’t stay in business if people weren’t into kinky sex. If it doesn’t work, I’ll make you a stronger one for free.”

“If it doesn’t work, I’m not going back to you,” Betsy said.

“If you don’t mind me saying this, you don’t move like a woman that took a sex change potion,” the man said. “Nice haircut.”

“Thanks, I must go. The babysitter is waiting,” Betsy said. “If this works, I’ll be back to discuss magic in more detail.”

“I’ll see you, then.”

“Do you mind if I bring my baby?”

“How old is your baby?”

“Three days now. She misses her mummy. I better get back.”

“Very well, sir.” The man behind the counter started to laugh.

Betsy took the bottle from the refrigerator to warm it for Cynthia after entering. As he was heating the bottle, someone knocked on the door. Still holding the warm bottle of formula, Betsy opened the door to see Will standing there.

“Can I come in?” asked Will.

“Come in. Cynthia is crying,” Betsy said.

“I thought Annabel agreed to wet nurse,” Will said.

“We decided that it would be better if I feed her myself. Make yourself comfortable; I have to get Cynthia from her crib.” Betsy picked up the packet with his free hand. After he went upstairs, Betsy put the counterspell on the bassinet then gave Cynthia her bottle.

Annabel came into the nursery. “Do you have it?” she whispered.

“Yes. Be careful. Will is in the living room. We don’t want your husband to have a heart attack.”

Annabel gave him a look. “Did your include snips and snails and puppy dog tails?”

“Not exactly. It’s symbolic. I use a single dog’s hair for a whole pot. It should wear off in a few hours.”

“Did my brother enjoy it?”

“Too much. I don’t think I want to do that again. It was like I was inside someone else’s body.”

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t feel like myself. It was terribly spooky. I used this spell to vote but that was a political statement. Besides, my brother was too drunk to vote.”

“You voted.”

“Once. After using this spell, I decided to get the vote like other women. I marched in Concord twice.”

“I’ll go with you next time.”

“I would like that.”

Sarah ran downstairs to Will, yelling, “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.”

“How’s my little angel?” Will said.

“Mommy took Uncle Betsy’s potion.”

Will turned around to look at Betsy holding the baby. “I’m going to kill you.”

“She’s taking a counterpotion as we speak,” Betsy explained. “If you want to kill me, can I at least put down the baby?”

“I owe you a black eye.”

“I would appreciate if you didn’t beat me up in front of the children,” Betsy said. “And I’m warning you if you ever strike me again, I’ll strike back.”

“You’re a man.”

“Only for a day, then I’m back to being sweet little Betsy.”

“You aren’t sweet or little.”

Annabel came down the stairs wearing men’s clothes a few sizes too large. “Will, don’t beat him up. I had no business drinking unmarked tea. I take full responsibility.”

“I’m going to make pancakes. Does anyone care to join me?” Betsy said.

“I want one,” Sarah said.

“I have to get to court,” Will said.

“Court doesn’t start for at least an hour,” Annabel said.

“I have meet with my clients although the pancakes sound tempting. All’s well that ends well,” Will said.

“Let’s settle this over a gentlemanly game of billiards,” Betsy said.

Will kissed Annabel. “I have played you before. If you lay a hand on my wife, you’re a dead man.”

“Will, why do you hate me?” asked Betsy.

“Look at yourself,” Will said. “I don’t know what you are but a creature like you shouldn’t be around children.”

“Go; your clients are waiting,” Annabel said.

“I’m in too good a mood to use black magic on you,” Betsy said. “Go before I change my mind.”

“My brother was good,” Annabel laughed as she picked up Jack. She found that she had no milk. \"I’m sure you have a spell in your book to make me produce milk.”

“We have plenty of bottles made. You’ll be nursing before the day is out,” Betsy said.

Annabel laughed. “After the pancakes, I’ll go home. I’ll return Henry’s clothes later today.”

“I’ll have a potion to help your milk restart in a few hours. Please, don’t drink anything unmarked. I plan to take that glamour potion every two days.”