Story: Circe's Mistake

Circe’s Mistake

By Tcheser

Circe couldn't believe she had been so foolish. How could she, an ancient and powerful witch, have been so stupid? Starring into the mirror she saw almost no sign of the powerful and sexy witch she had been prior to the ingestion of a mystical potion she had created. Trapped in the body of a nearly prepubescent girl, Circe was completely out of her element. She now stood barely five feet tall and had the physique and shape of a thirteen year old. She felt so vulnerable without her luscious womanly breasts and flowing black hair. Not for the first time she wished she had taken the potion she had more carefully considered the ramifications of becoming thirteen again. She hadn’t thought it would be so bad. She thought she would be able to escape her enemies and would have the energy and exuberance of youth. Seeing the results she found she could not have been more wrong.

Cursed with an unshapely prepubescent body and thin brown hair styled in an unflattering pageboy flip for no telling how long, Her face sparkled with youthful innocence. She had pale blue eyes, thin lips and freckles to either side of her button nose. Thin lanky legs led to a rather unspectacular pair of hips and waist. She almost completely lacked definition. She was on the verge of blossoming but had yet to become a real woman. Worse she was trapped like this for only god knows how long and she couldn’t believe she had willingly done this to herself. Worse she feared she was losing her own identity. It was ever so hard to reconcile her currently juvenile appearance with that of her formerly beautiful self. Her real self seemed so far away.


Almost worse then the psychological effects of the potion were the practical effects. Circe the great sorceress was now for all intents and purposes now a little thirteen girl. She lost most of her magical strength and powers when she changed. This left her practically defenseless. It also meant to her chagrin that she was now a minor and could no longer live alone legally. She was forced to approach her former maid for help getting around that technicality. Fortunately the maid, Gina Falks, seemed affable after she stopped laughing she agreed to take custody of young Circe. Unfortunately she had a number of terms Circe was less then pleased with.

First off she insisted Circe give her power of attorney. She told her it was the only logical solution to her problem. Circe had quite a bit of money and holdings, not to mention the mansion, which someone needed to look after. Reluctantly she signed the necessary forms so Gina could assume control of her finances. It seemed silly not to.

Secondly she said Circe would have to change her name. “Circe” was not a common name in the north eastern United States after all. Until her problems worked themselves out she said Circe would have to go by “Katie”. She didn’t like the name and wouldn’t have chosen it herself, but figured she was in hiding and beggars can’t be choosers. Gina further said she would have to call her “Ms. Falks” even when they were alone. Circe didn’t understand this much but went along with it.

Lastly she insisted on changing their living arrangements around. She rented the mansion out to some of Circe’s rich friends despite her protests. She then moved them both to her mother’s townhouse across town. Her mother was a bitter old bitty and had never approved of Circe’s free willing lifestyle. She of course had a skewed view of Circe though having heard everything she knew from her daughter. So when they showed up one Sunday afternoon it was the first time they had ever met. She wanted to be called “Granny”. Circe didn’t complain and was given the smallest bedroom in the house. She said nothing because she was in someone else’s house and was as Granny said “the youngest and smallest and didn’t need the room a woman did”. It was a rather uncomfortable living arrangement, but until Circe could escape her enemies or find something better she was stuck with it and had to do her best to adapt.

Despite having access to Circe’s fortune, Gina nevertheless chose to take a position at a local motel. This left Circe alone with Granny and under her strict and somewhat spiteful supervision. It didn’t take her long to start exerting her control over the reduced sorceress. Quiet nagging about this or that wasn’t too bad, that she could live with. She had a mother at one point just like everyone else. Then she went too far. For some reason she took exception to the way Circe dressed.

“Just what are you wearing, Katie?” Granny asked her in her shrill exasperated voice.

“Nothing special” Circe replied. Self conscious she looked over her designer jeans, blouse and heels carefully. “Do I have a stray thread?”

“No, No, No!” Granny shook her head as she approached Circe “This will simply not do. Tight jeans and a see through blouse are not proper clothing for a young lady! I won’t even mention your heels!” Granny tsked. “We’ll have to do something about this right away”

And so they did. From that day on Granny purchased and picked out all of Circe’s outfits. There were no more designer dresses, tight pants or fancy heels. She was now restricted to clothing from the petite junior miss section of only stores Granny approved of. Even her underwear was chosen by Granny. She disliked Circe’s choices intensely and said “Only a loose woman would wear something like that!” in response to seeing a red thong in Circe’s drawer.

So now Circe wore cute little pleated skirts and cute little tops. She absolutely hated it. The tight pastel t-shirts worn with training bras showed exactly how flat chested she was now and the little skirts had a habit of twirling up exposing her childish full cut white cotton panties. She looked horrid and couldn’t stand Granny’s taste in clothing for her. That wasn’t even to mention the socks and flats that replaced her huge collection of imported heels and boots. At first she refused to wear the gross outfits. She discovered however that all her old clothing and even the clothing she had purchased to fit her new body had been boxed up while she was out with Granny and had been put in storage. So in the end she didn’t have any choice but to wear what Granny got for her.

She was also under strict grooming guidelines. The very first day she was there she was forced to surrender her cosmetics. She was told “Young ladies don’t wear makeup, that’s for grownups”. So from then on she was fresh faced. She wasn’t even allowed foundation or lip gloss. Likewise styling her hair was limited to washing and brushing it. No color, stylish updos or mousing. Barrettes and headbands were the extent of her flexibility in this area. Having baby bangs some mornings was more then even she could take.

Jewelry was another thing taken early on. Circe had a large collection of very valuable and very elegant jewelry she was no longer allowed to touch. It was put in a safe in Gina’s room and was considered off limits. Her only adornment most days was a little gold cross on a chain. She wasn’t even actually a Christian, but in Granny’s household that’s the way it was.

Then there was the issue of school. Here Circe was adamant. There was no way she was attending school. She was a three thousand year old sorceress for Zeus’s sake! Granny however was adamant that she should attend the local middle school. If she didn't then people would start to ask questions. That was something they could ill afford and so reluctantly Circe eventually agreed to go.

And that is how Circe found herself taking the big yellow school bus to the Miser Middle School every morning wearing a short plaid skirt, peter pan collared blouse, knee socks and saddle shoes. She felt like a complete and total dork. Had she known the school had a mandatory dress code she would have risked people talking about her truancy. In fact if she had known she might be sent to school she would have been more careful with whom she trusted. Of course had she known any of this could have happened she would have never drunken that potion in the first place!