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Subject: {ASSM} Bad Wishing:The Wife Beater
Date: Mon, 10 Dec 2001 02:10:02 -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.

Patty's back!  Another short one I cranked out for fun.

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:THE WIFE BEATER

Victor smacked his wife one more time.  He had had a bad day at work 
with lots of problems that he was blamed for.  Now, according to 
Victor, if people had just listened to him and done what he had told 
them, everything would've worked out.  Nothing was his fault.

And when he came home, his wife MADE him smack her around by giving 
him flak about... what had it been?  No matter.  It was her fault. 
She just wouldn't listen to him.  Nobody listened to him.

His wife, Georgia, was laying on the floor, one eye swollen shut, 
when Victor heard a voice say, "Don't seem you respect your marriage 
much."

Victor turned on the voice, but saw nothing, until he heard, "Down 
here."  Victor looked down and saw a two foot man, dressed all in 
green.

"Who are you?" he demanded.

"Patty, the leprechaun."

"Right.  Leprechaun or not, no one insults me in my own home!"

Victor advanced on Patty, but the leprechaun said, "Now, now, me 
boy-o.  Don't get yourself all riled up.  I'm not judging, just 
making an observation.  I was figuring that, since your marriage 
don't seem to mean that much to you, perhaps you'd be willing to 
trade in that gold bauble you wear on your left hand."

"My wedding ring?  What do you want with it?"

"Don't you know a thing about leprechauns, lad?  We collect the 
stuff, and since very few people carry gold coins anymore, we have to 
find it other ways."

"Why should I let you take my ring?"

"Vic-boy, I can't TAKE your ring.  It must be given freely.  So in 
return for that lovely, I am willing to grant you one wish."

"A wish?  Anything I want?"

Georgia, incredulous that her husband would even consider such a 
thing, implored, "Victor-"

He just growled, "Shut up!"  Then, "So?  Anything I want?"

"If it's within my power to grant, it's yours.  If not, you get your 
ring back."

Victor thought about it then said, "It's a deal."  He removed the 
ring and handed it to Patty.

"So what's it to be?"

Victor said, "I wish I had a job where I had a bunch of people 
working under me, all of whom had to listen to me."

Patty grinned an evil grin, glad that this mortal hadn't thought his 
wish through.  "Granted."  Suddenly, Victor disappeared.  Patty 
turned to Georgia, now crying on the floor.  "Now, lass, since your 
husband has so blithely discarded your union, perhaps I could talk 
you into exchanging your ring for a wish?"

"Horrible, evil beast!  You've stolen my husband.  Just go away!"

"Lass, he was never much of a husband.  He beat you, took you for 
granted, and was, in general, a lousy human.  Now I'm giving you a 
chance to turn things around and take back what he destroyed."

Georgia looked at her ring and slowly removed it from her hand.  She 
handed it to Patty and he asked, "So what's it to be?"

"I wish... I were still married to Vic."

Patty smiled.  If everything else had been the same, that was a wish 
he never would've granted.  But considering what he had done to 
Victor, that wish was extremely apropos.  "Granted," he said as 
Georgia disappeared.

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

FIVE YEARS LATER...

Victoria stood in front of the stove, the baby in his high chair 
beside her, stirring a pot of stew.  Imagine "her" surprise, when 
right after making the wish, she had found herself in a delivery room 
giving birth to her first child.  Thankfully, only a minute later, 
her husband, George, had rushed in to guide her through her birth.

Victor had to admit this life wasn't what he expected when making the 
wish, but as a housewife now working on her sixth child, his wish had 
been fulfilled.  She had a bunch of kids working under her, and her 
husband and kids all listened to her, didn't necessarily obey, but 
they did listen.

Her husband, George, stepped up behind her, reached around, cupped 
her breast, and said, "God, you're sexy."

Victoria turned back and kissed George.  "I'm a pregnant cow."

"A pregnant cow with really big tits."  Vicky smiled.  Having breast 
fed at least two babies at a time over the last four years, of course 
her breasts were huge.  "Besides I like you barefoot and pregnant."

"Flatterer.  Now go on before you make me burn the stew."

Victoria felt George's hand under her house dress.  "Turn the heat 
off."  She turned the heat off as he bent her over and entered her. 
For some reason, she could deny him nothing, which was why she never 
wore panties.  But that was okay, normally he was as caring and 
sensitive as a woman.  It was just that he was so insistent about sex.

As George (once Georgia) serviced his wife, he mused on his new life. 
He was surprised at being in a male body, but quickly adjusted.  He 
had been briefly tempted to behave as Vic had, but just couldn't do 
that.  It really wasn't necessary though.  Victor (now Victoria) was 
now a dutiful wife, and had become what he seemed to want Georgia to 
be.  "She" gladly made herself available whenever George wanted. 
Which was good, because George couldn't keep his hands (et. al.) off 
of her.
-- 
"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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