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Subject: {ASSM} Bad Wishing:High School Sports
Date: Mon, 10 Dec 2001 01:10:02 -0500
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Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new 
addy to get it out.

I've cranked out another Patty story.  This time the mortal involved 
is a little more thoughtful of what he's supposed to say, but even 
the best thinkers don't always consider everything.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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BAD WISHING 4:HIGH SCHOOL SPORTS

Coach Everett Wilson sat in his office holding his high school 
football trophy and polishing it lovingly.  He often did this when 
feeling depressed.  His team had lost another game.  Everett knew it 
had nothing to do with his team's knowledge of the sport.  His team 
knew as much as any team out there.  Problem was, they just didn't 
have the physical ability to put their knowledge into action.  There 
was a joke going around the school district that his entire team had 
less muscles than some of the larger players at other schools.

Now Everett's job was on the line.  He had been brought in to turn 
around the team's losing streak.  He was the local boy made pro.  As 
an athlete, he had a sterling record; high school quarterback of the 
championship team his junior and senior years; MVP of his college 
team, three out of four years; and a brief stint in the NFL before an 
injury in a game ended his career.

And Everett had managed wondrous things in the time he had worked 
with the team.  The team had moved from last place out of ten in the 
district to fourth, but that wasn't good enough for the powers that 
had brought him back as coach.  The Alumni council (mostly ex-jocks 
themselves) wanted a championship team, and nothing else would do.

Everett looked at his face in the polished metal of the trophy and 
sighed.  The trophy was given to him when he won the championship his 
junior year.  It was real gold (although only 10 or 12K), and the 
first trophy he had ever gotten in football.  It held a lot of 
sentimental value, and he wished he could share the joy of winning 
with his team.  They were good kids, but there was no way, at least 
not this year, they were going to be a championship team.  Maybe next 
year, with some intensive physical training, but not this year.

"I just wish I had a way to help them be the winners I know they could be."

Everett nearly jumped out of his seat when he heard a voice say, 
"Well, me boy-o, your wish has come true.  And that one I'll give you 
for free."  Everett looked over and saw a two foot tall man, dressed 
all in green, standing right in the center of the room.

"Who are you?"

"Patty be me name, and being a leprechaun is me game."

"Now I know I've cracked."

"Me friend, aren't we all a little cracked?  But regardless of the 
state of your mental faculties, I am prepared to grant you a wish to 
use as you see fit.  If you so desired, you could use that wish to 
turn your team into superstars."

"And what's it going to cost me?  My soul?"

"Nothing so intangible, coach.  It be the powers above and below that 
be wanting that part of you.  No, sir, my needs are more material.  I 
collect gold, plain and simple.  So in return for that little trophy 
of yours, I'll grant you one wish."

Everett thought about it.  He could use the wish to turn his team 
into superstars, or he could wish for tenure so they couldn't get rid 
of him, and he could really work with the team next year and whip 
them into shape.  But there was the matter of giving up his trophy.

Patty said, "I see you be havin' a bit of trouble parting with that 
lovely creation.  I understand it has some personal significance to 
you?  I'll tell you what.  The trophy isn't real high quality gold, 
but there is a bit of it, and I can tell that you're a good man, so 
I'll give you three wishes in trade.  But with those wishes comes a 
free warning.  By ancient laws set down by Oberon, Lord of the Fae, 
millennia before you walked the earth, the wishes I grant must be 
what you ask for, not necessarily what you want, so consider your 
words carefully."

Everett considered it, then slowly handed the trophy over to Patty. 
"So, think about your words, and make your wishes."

Everett thought about it for a while, then said, "First wish, no 
matter what other changes I wish for, I wish that everyone would 
think that the changed to form is what has been all along."

"Finally, a sensible wish!  Granted.  Whatever other wishes you make, 
no one will remember a reality different from what you create."

"Okay, second wish, I wish that all the members of my team had 
perfect bodies; perfect being defined by the individual.  Each person 
getting fine tuned to be the fastest, strongest, sturdiest, most 
intelligent person that their individual genetics will allow."

"Well thought out.  Granted."

Across campus, James Mulder, the team's captain, was in class.  No 
one noticed as his body filled out, becoming bigger, stronger, and 
faster.

Back in the coach's office, Patty asked, "You've done a pretty good 
job of wishing so far.  So what's your last wish going to be?"

Everett thought about it.  With their new bodies, his team should 
take the championship, even considering that they had to win every 
game left in the season.  But there was always the chance something 
might happen.

Finally, he said, "Final wish, I wish that my team could compete in 
any sport with any other team in any school in the city."

"Boy-o, if that's your wish, then I'll grant it, but perhaps you 
should rethink your wording on that wish."

Everett thought about it and said, "I wish that my team members were 
able to out perform any other varsity team in any sport in any school 
in the city."

Patty shrugged.  "Only slightly better than the first.  But, 
granted."  And with a twinkle, Patty disappeared, thinking, "At least 
with your first wish, not even you will realize what you've done."

************

TWO MONTHS LATER...

The reporter asked his cameraman, "We ready to roll?"  After a quick 
nod, he said, "This is Chet Rivers with News 11 sports.  We're here 
with Everett Wilson, head coach of the champion Service High Cougars. 
Coach Wilson, how does it feel to bring your team from last to first 
place in under a season?"

"It feels great."

"Did you ever have any doubts?"

"To be honest, when I saw the team, I wondered if it wasn't some kind 
of publicity ploy, but after I saw them in action, I knew they had 
the potential to go all the way."

"Our viewers are wondering why, since your team is all girls, why you 
didn't declare them as such."

"The viewers may not know, Chet, but according to school district 
rules, if a team declares itself 'all-female', it can only compete 
against other teams whose members are all female.  By being only 
female, but not declaring as such, we get to use a loophole and prove 
ourselves by taking on any team in the city, male or female, 
including those ones from the private, all-girls schools.  These 
girls are the best and deserve a chance to prove it."

"And you certainly did that.  In the last two months you have 
defeated all comers, many of them all male teams.  Can we get a 
chance to talk with the team?"

"Sorry, Chet, but the ladies deserve their privacy as they change."

Inside the locker room, Janey Mulder, the team captain, stood on a 
bench and yelled, "Here's to Coach Wilson, who took us all the way to 
the top!  If I were into guys, he'd be the first I'd want!"  The rest 
of the girls all cheered their agreement.

Janey got down and sat next to her girlfriend, Samantha.  "You seem 
preoccupied, love.  What's up?"

Sam replied, "I don't know.  Just feeling weird again."

"Why ever for?"

"Doesn't this strike you as odd?  Not only are we an all girls team 
who competes with guy teams, but, with one exception, we're all 
lesbians.  There's not a single girl here who's taken a home ec 
class, but most of us have taken at least one or two shop classes. 
And us.  We've been friends since kindergarten, yet, all of a sudden, 
two months ago we find each other to be the sexiest girls we've ever 
met."

"So?"

"Well, it's almost like everything was, or at least was supposed to 
be, up till two months ago, different.  Like we were supposed to 
be... men."

Janey reached over and stroked Sam's breast.  "Feel that pleasure, 
babe.  Do you WANT to be a man?"

Samantha swooned.  "No."

Janey kissed her girlfriend.  "Then don't worry about it."

Sam just shrugged and kissed Janey back.
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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