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From: J R D <jrdss@pobox.alaska.net>
Subject: {ASSM} Zodiac Coin: Taurus (tg) [2/3]
Date: Mon, 16 Sep 2002 09:10:03 -0400
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Here's my latest.

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 
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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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Julie knew he was teasing, just like he did when they were young, so 
she playfully responded, "If you weren't my cousin..."

Paul laughed. "But seriously, like I said, if you're willing to use 
up a wish and pay the price for that wish, then use it to wish for a 
lover who will only wear long, long skirts."

"So what will happen? I'll make a wish and then become like you?"

"Not completely. You only pay a little bit after each wish. After my 
first wish, I became color blind, my muscles developed some, I lost 
my ability to eat beef, and my penis grew by four inches. I expect 
that you will have to deal with the first three. As for that last 
one, I have no idea how it will affect you."

Just after he said it, Julie got an image of herself with a slightly 
bigger, more muscular body and a little penis, something no bigger 
than a little boy's. She thought it was just her imagination, but the 
image was more real than anything she had ever imagined before.

Paul continued, saying, "Actually, you're kind of lucky. Since you're 
already a full vegetarian, losing the ability to eat meat won't be 
that big a deal."

"How did that progress? What did you lose after each wish?"

"Like I said, after the first wish, I lost my ability to eat beef. 
After the second, I lost my ability to eat meat from any animal. And 
after the last wish, I lost the ability to eat foods that come out of 
what an animal produces, like milk, cheese, eggs, that stuff. I've 
got to admit, it is healthier for me, but there are times..."

"What happens if you eat meat?"

"I tried it once. One bite and I was retching all over my shoes."

"What about the blindness? How did that go?"

"First wish, color blind. My second wish made me incredibly 
nearsighted. My third wish rendered me unable to see anything but the 
broadest details. Now, if you stop moving, hold really still, you 
just blend into the background."

"I'm not sure I could handle that. I think I'd only wind up making 
one or maybe two wishes."

"Well, that one or maybe two wishes is now yours to make. Linda, 
after all this time, I assume the check is ready?"

"Yes, sir. Ready for your signature." Linda put to check down in 
front of Paul's chair. After he sat down, she guided his left hand to 
the left edge of the check. Paul signed it with a flourish and handed 
it back to Linda. She gave it the once over before handing it to 
Julie and saying, "Here you go, but with a check that large the bank 
will require my personal authorization before they will transfer the 
funds. I'll need your nonprofit organization license number before I 
will grant that authorization."

Paul chided, "Linda, I'm sure we can trust my cousin."

"I'm sure we can, sir, but as your accountant, I don't want to set 
the precedent of being lazy about handling your money details."

Julie said, "Don't worry, Paul. I've done this so much that I keep 
those numbers handy," and proceeded to dig in her purse until she 
brought out a small card with the numbers Linda needed. As Linda 
copied the numbers, Julie asked, "Are you sure you want to give this 
coin to me?"

Paul said, "I'm sure. You've got a good head on your shoulders. I 
know you'll use it wisely."

After some end of the talk small talk, Julie left with both the check 
and the coin in her purse. She went to the bank, deposited the check 
in the organization bank account, and returned to the headquarters 
they were using. She had the brief pleasure of watching Roxanne's 
eyes bug out at the size of the check. After Roxanne announced the 
donation, there was a brief celebration before Roxanne started 
ordering people back to work, planning to use the money.

By the end of the day, Julie had all but forgotten the coin. She only 
remembered it upon seeing it while digging through her purse for her 
keys when it was time to go home. The thought of the coin stuck in 
her mind as she drove, so the first thing that she did when she got 
home was take the coin out of her purse, before tossing the purse on 
an end table. She then sat in her chair and stared at the coin, 
thinking.

Finally, she asked, "Are you for real?" Nothing happened, of course, 
and she felt a little foolish for having questioned an inanimate 
object. She stared at it for a little longer before saying, "I guess 
the only way to find out is to try you."

She briefly considered wishing for the entire city to be vegetarians, 
but decided against it. She wanted people to realize the superiority 
of being a vegetarian because it was superior, not because some magic 
coin made them do it. She decided that as Paul had suggested, she'd 
make a wish for romance.

The problem was who would she wish for. She had a real bad track 
record for picking lovers. Far too often, her attraction to the 
length of the skirt the person was wearing would interfere with her 
common sense, and she'd wind up dating someone who was a real jerk.

Finally, she decided that since she was willing to pay the cost for 
this wish, she might as will make the coin do the work. "I wish that 
the person at my office best suited to become my lifemate will want 
to wear only female clothes below the waist; no girl pants, just 
skirts, slips, panties, and when they want to go all out, dresses."

As soon as she finished her wish, the world shifted into black and 
white. The effect was incredibly disconcerting, and she almost made 
another wish to get her eyesight back, but decided against it. The 
coin demanded a price for its wishes, and even if she could wish for 
her eyesight to be normal, she wasn't even sure what other costs 
would be involved in a second wish.

However, as soon as she wondered, she got this image of herself as a 
bigger, more muscular version with a large cock hanging from her 
crotch. Seeing this, her hand went to her own crotch to feel if 
anything had changed, and she definitely felt something. After 
setting the coin down, she stood up and took her pants off. Sure 
enough, she found that she now had a four inch cock, just like in the 
image she got back from Paul's house.

She decided that she needed to get a good look at herself, so she 
headed to the bathroom. As she walked, she noticed that her clothes 
were a little tighter on her, nothing too bad, but definitely 
different. Once she got into the bathroom, she stripped off her 
blouse and bra. Looking at herself in the mirror, she noticed that 
she looked exactly like she had envisioned before, not just close, 
but EXACTLY the same.

She returned to her living room and picked up the coin. "That image 
that I saw before wasn't my imagination, was it? That was you showing 
me what I'd look like after my wish. Wasn't it?"

Julie was surprised when she actually got an answer. It wasn't in any 
definitive words or thoughts. It was just a feeling in the 
affirmative. Julie asked, "Was the second image what I would look 
like if I made a second wish?" Again she got an affirmative feeling.

"Could I get a side by side view so that I could make a comparison?" 
She saw both images in her mind. The one with the larger cock was 
just a little taller as well as more muscular, and its cock was about 
twice the size.

"Could I see what I would look like after three wishes, again in 
comparison?" A third image appeared beside the other two. This one, 
at least to Julie, looked like a very muscular man. Seeing all three 
images side by side, there was a definite progression towards 
masculinity. The first image looked like a very muscular woman. The 
second would give most people fits trying to guess whether it was a 
super muscular woman or a kind of curvy, yet muscular guy. The last 
one, however, was definitely male, at least in appearance.

She shook her head and said, "Ok, that's enough. Thanks for the 
information, but I don't plan on making another wish unless I have 
to."

Julie went into her bedroom and put the coin in the back of her 
lingerie drawer, and then went to sleep.

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

THE NEXT DAY, NOON...

Julie walked through the lingerie department at the local Wal-Mart. 
She hadn't planned on going shopping on her lunch break, but the bra 
she had been wearing was starting to cut into her. Her other clothes, 
although tight, could have waited, but that bra had to go.

Her first stop was the cashier, where she knew they kept a tape 
measure so customers could measure themselves. The cashiers weren't 
really trained to do the sizing for you, but they tried to help where 
they could. Julie didn't know if this was standard policy for 
Wal-Mart, but she was glad it was policy where she was.

Inside the dressing room, she took her measurements as best she 
could. She used to be a perfect 36 C. After measuring, she was only 
slightly surprised to find out she was now a 38 B.

After selecting a couple of new bras, trying them on to fit, and 
buying them, on her way out of the store she was surprised to see 
Craig Johnson wandering through the lingerie section, looking at 
panties. Craig was a local boy who volunteered at the vegetarian 
advocacy office whenever he could, which with summer having started, 
was pretty often now.

At first, Julie didn't think anything about it, but then remembered 
her wish. She hadn't seen anybody in the office wearing skirts except 
for a couple of ladies for whom it wasn't unusual. Julie had figured 
that one of those ladies would turn out to be the recipient of her 
wish, but that she'd have to wait to to see if they wound up wearing 
skirts every day.

But seeing Craig here made her wonder if he was going to be the 
person targeted by the wish. Craig would not have been her first 
guess. He was just a kid, for Christ's sake. Okay, he was legal and 
closer to his nineteenth birthday than his eighteenth (and definitely 
a cute, hot stud), but he had only just graduated high school a 
couple of months ago, and she was in her mid 30's.

She watched Craig shuffle about a bit and decided that she could find 
out what Craig was doing here. This would all be a moot point if it 
turned out that he was really just here to buy a gift for a 
girlfriend. She walked over to him and said, "Hey, Craig, what's up?"

"Oh, uhm, nothing."

"Whatcha doing here?"

"Oh, gee... I'm just... Miss Baron, could I confide in you?"

"Sure, I can keep a secret."

"Well, it's just that since last night..."

"Yes?"

"I've just had this urge..."

"Urge for what?" Craig shuffled around a bit, not wanting to admit to 
anything. "If it'll make it any easier, you can lean in close and 
whisper it in my ear."

Craig looked around the store first, then leaned over and whispered, 
"I want to try wearing skirts."

In a slightly lower than normal voice, Julie said, "Nothing wrong 
with that. A lot of guys are getting into dressing in female clothes 
these days. I mean, it's not some huge percentage, but it's not all 
that uncommon. But you know that there's no rule that says that 
you'll have to wear panties if you wear a skirt. You could wear your 
normal underwear if you wanted."

"Yeah, I know, but I wanted to get the full feeling of wearing only 
girl clothes below the waist. I know it sounds like I'm making 
excuses, but I think it'll feel a little less weird than if I were 
wearing briefs under a skirt."

"I think I understand. So what's wrong? You feeling a little 
embarrassed? Would you like me to buy the clothes you want for you?"

"Well, I am feeling a little weird about this, but the real problem 
I'm having is that I don't know the first thing about how to buy 
women's clothes. What size to I get? What color? Is there any 
difference between brands, and if so, what?"

"I can help you with that if you want. Everything but color, that is. 
I'm color blind."

"Really? I'd never have guessed."

"Well, it's just came on real recently."

"Really? I've never heard of color blindness coming on. I thought you 
were born with it. Have you talked to a doctor about it?"

"I'm still working things out with it, but that's neither here nor 
there. Let's get you into a skirt."

The two spent the rest of Julie's lunch hour getting Craig a couple 
of skirts, a couple pairs of panties, a slip, and a couple pair of 
pantyhose. None of it was real expensive, but it was all Craig could 
afford until he got his next paycheck from his part-time job at 
McDonald's.

While they shopped, they also talked, and Julie found out some things 
that led her to believe that Craig was the person that had been 
affected by her wish (other than his new-found interest in skirts). 
He was really kind, a good listener, had been a vegetarian since he 
was twelve years old, and wanted to eventually become a veterinarian.

But he was just so young.

He still lived at home. His greatest achievement in life up to that 
point had been scoring third in the state spelling bee when he had 
been in sixth grade, which, according to him, just barely beat out 
being on the third place team in a high school State football 
championships. He had also never drank, never voted in a national 
election, and the War on Terrorism was the first major military 
action he could remember in his life.

Julie decided that she'd wait for him to make the first move, if only 
because she didn't want be accused of robbing the cradle. However, 
she almost relented when she saw him in his skirt. God, he was hot, 
and when he twirled in place to model it for her, she almost tackled 
him in the middle of the store.

He had the evening off, so they both went to the office to help out. 
With all the money that Paul had given to them, they were planning a 
bulk mailing larger than any they had ever done, so there was plenty 
of work to go around. At first, Craig was a little self-conscious 
about being in a skirt, but no one at the office really cared, so he 
quickly adjusted.

At the end of the day, Paul had to leave a couple of hours earlier 
than Julie, so she just had to drive home with thoughts of him in a 
skirt. She considered that a lucky thing, though. Seeing him at work 
all afternoon in a skirt had her new four inch addition straining at 
her panties and demanding attention.

As she walked down the hall to her apartment, she saw Craig sitting 
on the floor in front of her door, his head buried in his knees. She 
walked up and asked, "Craig, what are you doing here?"

When he lifted his head, Julie saw that he had been crying. He told 
her, "When I got home and my mom saw me wearing a skirt, she freaked. 
She spent a half-hour haranguing me and asking what other people 
would think of her if they saw me in a skirt. Finally, I couldn't 
stand it anymore and left, with her telling me never to come back."

"Oh, God, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."

"It's not your fault. You were just trying to help me out."

"No, it's really my fault. Come on inside. Have I got a story for you."

Once she got inside and they were seated comfortably, she got out the 
coin and explained everything to him, from Paul's story to their 
shopping trip earlier that day. After she finished, she asked, "What 
do you think?"

"I don't know whether to be relieved, angry, or call you crazy. Are 
you serious? That coin grants wishes?"

"Yes, it does. Hold it for a second, and you'll see what I mean."

Julie held out the coin to him, and he took. After just a couple 
seconds he said, "Wow!"

"Craig, I'm sorry. I didn't think that you'd be the person affected. 
Truth is, I didn't really consider what my wish would do to the 
person I was wishing for. I never meant to hurt anybody. If you want, 
I'll use my second wish to get you back to normal."

Craig considered it for a few seconds before holding up the coin and 
saying, "I wish that I would legally come into enough money in the 
next 24 hours that I could live well off the interest for the rest of 
my life." Then he handed the coin back to Julie and said, "There. Now 
I won't be a burden on you when you let me move in here."

"Who said anything about you moving in?"

"Well, since you're responsible for my current state, I figure you 
need to let me stay, if only for the night, but aren't you curious to 
see how compatible we really are?"

"Yeah, but what about your mom?"

"Mom was never real supportive of me. After I decided to be a 
vegetarian, she'd often say, 'It's only a little bit of meat,' while 
putting a plate full right in front of me. I really should've seen 
this coming, and I have been looking for a better job so that I could 
move out anyway. This way, I get a really hot girlfriend in the 
bargain."

"But you're so young!"

"All the better to please you. They say that women hit their sexual 
peak in their 30's, and a man will hit it at 18, so we're perfect for 
each other."

"I don't know about perfect."

"Well, let's see."

When Craig stood up, they heard his shirt rip at the seams. When he 
stripped it off, Julie said, "It's all those new muscles you got from 
your wish."

Craig posed a few times and asked, "So what do you think?"

Seeing this hot, muscled stud in nothing but a skirt had Julie 
practically drooling. She commented, "Well, I guess we could try this 
for a while."

That evening, they tried each other out. Julie found out that Craig 
was bisexual and loved sucking on her little cock. She got a good 
surprise for her when she crawled under his skirt and found Craig had 
started large with eight inches of man meat and was, thanks to his 
wish, now the possessor of a foot long cock. She also delighted in 
the fact that he had no problem with fucking her while the skirt was 
on.

The next morning, they found out that Craig was the winner of the 
state lottery, over fifteen million dollars. Even with the fact that 
the payments would be spread out over 30 years, the interest would 
still be more than enough to live on.

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TWO MONTHS LATER...

Julie was working late at the office again. The money that Paul had 
donated was still funding a number of fliers and pamphlets, and now 
they were planning a few speeches at local schools and halls, so she 
was putting in extra hours working out money details.

She and Craig were still going strong, although he couldn't put in as 
much time at the office as she did since he was in the process of 
getting registered for college.

She just left the office and was walking alone to her car, as she had 
done many times before, forgetting to even look around. When she got 
to the car, she felt someone push her forward against it and then 
felt a sharp, pointy object pressed into her back. A strange voice 
said, "Uppity bitch, with all your muscles. Probably think you're 
better than men. Well, what good are your muscles now?"

The stranger reached around and started to fumble with her pants. She 
might have been able to do something, but she was paralyzed with 
fear, too scared to even scream. Luckily, before the man could even 
get her pants open, she heard Roxanne yell, "Hey, stop it!" and heard 
a gun go off. The man let her go and ran off. Roxanne ran up beside 
her and asked, "Are you okay?"

Julie could only nod. Roxanne said, "I'll take you home. You or Craig 
can come back for the car tomorrow." Julie allowed herself to be 
escorted to Roxanne's car and meekly got in. Once Roxanne went around 
and got inside, Julie broke down in tears. Roxanne wrapped her arms 
around Julie and said, "It's okay. You go ahead and cry it all out."

After a long while, the tears finally slowed and Julie said, "Oh, 
god, what just happened?"

Roxanne didn't answer, feeling the answer was obvious and would only 
remind Julie unnecessarily. Instead, she asked, "Did he say anything 
to you when he grabbed you?"

"He said something about me thinking my muscles made me better than men."

"Sounds like the Athlete Rapist."

"Who?"

"The Athlete Rapist. Don't you watch the news?"

Julie shook her head and weakly said, "Too depressing."

"Maybe you ought to start. The Athlete Rapist is a serial rapist who 
attacks women with well-developed bodies. He seems to think that 
women who work out are a challenge to men everywhere. I thought his 
stalking grounds were the University and the surrounding suburbs. I 
guess he's starting to branch out."

"Lucky me."

Roxanne hugged her and said, "We better go make a report to the 
police so that they know where this guy is."

After going to the police station and making a report. Roxanne drove 
Julie home. Craig was there and held Julie through another crying fit 
as Roxanne explained what happened. Julie cried herself to sleep, 
whereupon Roxanne told Craig the both of them could take as much time 
as they needed and then left. Craig carried Julie into bed, tucked 
her in, crawled into bed beside her, and fell asleep.

Halfway through the night, Julie got up, went and got the coin, and 
wished, "I wished that that damned asshole who tried to rape me 
tonight would fry in hell for what he did." When nothing happened, 
her eyesight didn't get worse and her penis didn't grow, Julie shook 
the coin and yelled, "Work, damn you!"

Craig woke up at her yelling and asked, "Babe, what's wrong?"

"This damned coin won't grant my wish! I want that man to be punished 
for what he did to me!"

Craig got up, his nightgown fluttering around him, and said, "So ask 
it what's wrong. I don't think it's alive or anything, but it does 
respond to thoughts, and it doesn't seem to want to hide anything 
about how it works."


-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure, I just like T.V. better."

jrdss@alaska.net
ICQ#37222294
J R D

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