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Subject: {ASSM} Bad Wishing:After Effects
Date: Sun,  9 Dec 2001 23:10:05 -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.

Here's another Patty tale dealing with what happened to someone who 
was changed by Patty's magic, years after they were changed.

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 10:AFTER EFFECTS

Samantha put the last of the weights on the bar, lay on her back on 
the bench, and started a series of bench presses.  As she worked out, 
Karl walked up and asked, "Aren't you supposed to have a spotter?"

Samantha snorted.  "Like any of the pieces of fluff in this gym could 
help me with this much weight."

Karl stood over her for a bit.  "What's wrong, Samantha?"

"Wrong?  What could be wrong?"

"Why don't you tell me?  And could you do me a favor and stop and sit 
up?  I'd rather not be responsible for distracting you and hurting 
you, even accidentally."

Samantha pushed the weight up and held it at arm's length.  She 
briefly considered telling "kooky" Karl to take a hike, but decided 
not to.  Despite his "kookiness", Karl was one of the nicest guys on 
campus.  He was just trying to be helpful.

Samantha put the weight bar back on the supports and sat up.  Karl 
sat beside her on the bench and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Don't you?  Samantha, without a doubt, you could probably out 
perform anybody on campus in any field of endeavor.  With the 
exception of your girlfriend, Janey, you're stronger, faster, and 
smarter than anyone on campus, and I wouldn't want to try to guess 
who'd win if the two of you ever decided to compete against each 
other.  However, you're also usually nicer.  But ever since Janey had 
to go home to help with her father's funeral and the after effects of 
his death, you've been growing steadily moodier and more sullen."

"I'm... just worried about Janey."

"No, that's not it."

Samantha stared at Karl for a bit before saying, "Damn, how do you 
manage to cut through to the heart of things so easily?"

"It's a gift.  So what is going on?"

Samantha thought about it for a while before saying, "You ever get 
the feeling that something about you is just... different from what 
it should be?"

"You're talking to "Kooky" Karl, and you have to ask that?"

Samantha smiled.  It was the first smile she had smiled in a while. 
"Seriously, though.  Do you ever get the feeling that something about 
you is radically different than what it should be, or maybe just what 
it was?"

"Sure, but doesn't everybody?"

"Not like this."

"Not like what?"

"It started back in high school.  I just got this feeling that 
something was... wrong about me."

"Like how?"

"I'm not sure how to explain it.  It's like one day I just realized I 
was different from what I was supposed to be.  I had never taken a 
home ec course, but I've taken three shop classes, auto shop, metal 
shop, and wood shop.  I can't, for the life of me, ever remember 
owning any dolls, much less playing with them, and I can't even 
remember wearing a dress before my senior year, but that's 
impossible.  Mom has boxes full of my kid's stuff, and there are 
dolls and dresses in there.  It's so weird.  It's like I was supposed 
to be a guy, but one day... I wasn't."

"Do you think you're a transsexual?  That down deep you're really a guy?"

"Oh, no.  God, no.  Don't get me wrong, I like what I am.  It's just 
that I get this feeling that what I am... isn't what I was."

"So if you're okay with what is, why all the problems?"

"It's like... you've got a shelf full of knickknacks and you've got 
them arranged one way.  Then someone comes in and rearranges them 
into something better.  You like the new arrangement, but the fact 
that it's different and you never saw it being changed makes it feel 
weird."

"So why the problems now?"

"That IS because Janey isn't here.  When I'm with Janey, I feel like 
everything's how it's supposed to be.  And when we're in bed 
together, all my problems just... fade away."

"And with Janey away..."

"The oddness just sits there like a thorn under my skin."

Karl sat there for a few seconds before saying, "Maybe I can help."

"How?"

"I know this'll just add to my kooky rep, but I'm a witch, well, 
warlock actually.  If you want, we can go back to my place and I can 
run a magical check on you to see if I can get to the heart of what's 
making you feel so weird."

"At this point, I'm willing to try anything."

The two got dressed and went over to Karl's apartment.  When they 
went in, Samantha saw a collection of crystals, talismans, and 
various religious and mystic icons.  Before Samantha could say a 
thing, Karl said, "So am I kookier than ever, now that you've seen my 
home?"

"Kind of, but this place suits you."

"Thanks.  Let's get to work."  Together, they moved the furniture out 
of the center of the room.  Karl closed the curtains on the windows, 
and then drew a chalk circle on the floor, placed crystals at the 
cardinal points on the circle and lit some incense.  He sat them in 
the circle, did some chanting, and drawing figures in the air with 
his fingers.  After a few minutes, he stopped and said, "Amazing."

"What?"

"You've had magic spells cast on you.  Two on your body, one on your mind."

"What did they do?  Where'd they come from?"

"I have no idea.  But they're powerful, powerful magic."

"So what can we do?"

"I can put a tracer on the spell.  We can then find the person or 
persons who did this and ask what and why they did what they did."

"Okay."

Karl took Samantha's hands in hers and started chanting.  After just 
a couple seconds, Samantha felt a weird tingle running through her, 
but only moments later, there was an explosion that separated them 
and sent both flying to opposite sides of the room.  Samantha's 
nearly perfect physique allowed her a quick recovery and she ran over 
and helped her friend up.  "What happened?"

Rubbing his neck, Karl replied, "Whoever cast those spells didn't 
like being tagged.  We can try again, but this time we'll be a little 
more polite."

"No.  No way.  I'm not going to risk my friend over this."

"Samantha-"

"No.  I can live with the weirdness.  Thanks, anyways.  Are you going 
to be okay?"

"Sure.  If you change your mind though, let me know."

"If I do, then I will."  Samantha turned to leave, but stopped cold. 
"Karl, where'd the door go?"

Karl turned and looked at where the door should have been.  Instead 
there was only a solid wall, as if there had never been a door in the 
first place.  "Oh, no."  Karl ran over to the window and yanked the 
curtains open.  Behind them was nothing but wall.  He ran into the 
bedroom, only to return a few seconds later, saying, "We're trapped. 
Windows, vents, the door, every possible exit from the apartment is 
gone as if it never existed."

"What do we do now?"

"Beg for forgiveness.  Samantha, I didn't get an exact reading on the 
guy who did this, but I did sense a fair distance between us.  A 
couple hundred miles at least.  For him to do THIS at that distance 
makes him far too powerful to risk leaving annoyed at us, even if we 
do manage to get out of here."

The two returned to the center of the room.  Karl took Samantha's 
hands again and started chanting again.  As Samantha felt the tingle 
pass through her, Karl said, "Please, sir, we meant no disrespect. 
My friend suffers from the spells you cast upon her.  We simply 
sought to alleviate that.  We beg your forgiveness and ask for your 
mercy."

Both were surprised when they heard a voice say, "At least yuir 
cultivatin' a civil attitude."  Both of them looked over and saw a 
two foot tall man, dressed in green, smoking a briar pipe, with an 
angry look on his face.  The man removed the pipe from his mouth and 
pointed the mouth piece at Karl.  "One should be more polite when 
dealing with the fae, child, particularly one as old as I."

"A Leprechaun?  I never thought, never imagined the stories were true."

"Never imagined...  You work magic and don't believe in the wee folk? 
What are they teaching young wizards these days?"

"My mom told me about you, I just thought they were stories.  Make-believe."

There was just a crack of a smile on the Leprechaun's face.  "No 
matter how many human ages I live through, I will never cease to be 
amazed at the ability of human youths to ignore the wisdom of their 
elders."

"If I might be so bold, sir, may I request what name or title we may 
address you by?"

"Call me Patty.  No titles.  Just Patty."

"Patty, sir, may I beg release from this prison you have created for us?"

"Don't be jumping the gun, youngster.  First, I need to determine 
whether or not you're a threat.  Now what possessed ye to try and tag 
this old man like some wild beastie?"

"My apologies, sir, but my friend has spells upon her that are 
causing her some problems.  We simply sought to find their origin so 
that we might end her problems."

"Hmm.  I can feel me magic upon her, but the face isn't familiar." 
Patty stared at her for a second and said, "Oh, yes, now I know."

Samantha asked, "So?"

"What so?"

"Why'd you cast these spells on me?"

"Can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"Part of the deal.  You got some changes to your body thanks to the 
wishes of another.  However, he also wished that no one would 
remember anything different from what he wished for.  Without a 
direct wish to the contrary I can't tell you what was.  It'd be goin' 
back on me word."

"Well, I wish you'd tell me what was before."

Patty laughed.  "Doesn't work like that, kiddo.  Wishes must be 
bought or bargained for.  I don't just give them away."

"How much for a wish?"

"Depends on the quality of the gold you're bargaining with.  The 
purer the gold, the smaller the quantity needed."

"Gold?"

Karl said, "He's a Leprechaun, Samantha.  You maybe expected him to 
take a check?"

"But I don't have any gold."

"I do."  Karl went into his bedroom, returning only seconds later. 
"I've got this necklace.  It's not much but it is almost solid 24 
karat gold."

Karl handed it over to Patty.  The necklace wasn't much more than a 
string of gold, but Patty said, "More than enough.  In fact, with 
this quality, I'll give you... two wishes with a free warning.  I 
must grant the letter of the wish, not the intent.  So consider 
carefully what you will ask for and make your wish."

Karl said, "I give my wishes to Samantha."

"Perfectly allowable."  Samantha looked to the space where the door 
used to be.  Patty said, "Don't worry about that.  I can tell you're 
not some ambitious wizard, intent on trapping me, so once we're done, 
everything here will return to normal.  Wish for what you want."

"I wish I knew why you cast your spells on me and changed me."

When Patty said, "Granted," Sam's mind filled with images of a past 
that no longer was.

She saw a time where she was a boy named Sam.  He had been on the 
football team of his local high school, and their team had been 
ranked last in the district.  About half way through the season, the 
coach met Patty and got three wishes by trading an old trophy to him. 
The coach wished that no one would notice the changes he wished for, 
that all the team members would get perfect bodies, and that the team 
could out-perform any other team in the city.  Problem was, by making 
the last wish so all encompassing, the coach had made a mistake. 
There were a few all-girl schools in the city and in order for the 
team to be able to play against them, the team had to become girls.

Sam came out of her reverie, and said, "I get it now.  Thanks, Patty."

Karl asked, "So what is it?"  Sam explained everything.  "So you've 
got another wish.  Are you going to go back?"

"No.  I told you; I like what I am.  I don't want to go back.  It's 
just that being different without knowing why was driving me crazy. 
I'm going to give you back the other wish."

"Oh, no.  I have read too many stories with people getting screwed 
because they wished for the wrong thing, not knowing what they were 
wishing for.  You've got the genius I.Q.  You wish for something. 
World peace, maybe."

Patty laughed.  "Sorry, kiddo.  I do wishes, not miracles.  Affecting 
six billion minds to bring about world peace is beyond any single 
fae.  Perhaps it's beyond all fae.  Keep it small."

Karl said, "You're still the best choice for deciding what to wish for, Sam."

"Okay, I wish... that Karl would get his fondest desire."

Patty looked Karl up and down.  "I suspect that granting his fondest 
desire will give him more than he thought."  Patty put his pipe back 
in his mouth and blew into it like it was a bubble pipe.  A shower of 
sparkles exploded out the other end and, for a moment, Karl and Sam 
couldn't see.

When their eyes cleared, Patty was gone, the room had reverted to 
normal and Karl had changed.  Gone was the lanky boy, and in his 
place was a beautiful girl.  She was looking at her arm and said, 
"Amazing."

"Why'd you change?"

"I'm a transvestite, Sam.  My magic depends on it.  It's not uncommon 
in many "primitive" cultures for shamans and the like to be 
cross-dressers.  If I don't spend a good deal of my off-time in 
dresses then my magic will fade away."

"So you wanted to be a woman to be more powerful?"

"No, that's just a benefit."

"Then what did you want?"

"I wanted to be a part of your life.  I see you and Janey, and the 
love you share, and, fault me for being selfish, but I just wanted to 
share in that.  And since you and Janey are lesbians..."

"That meant you had to become a girl."

"Could you possibly accept me as a lover?"

Sam looked the new girl up and down.  "As long as Janey doesn't have 
a problem with you.  I think you're a fantastic looker, and you, Karl 
or..."

"Carla."

"Karl or Carla, you have always been a great friend."

"Thank you!"  Carla leapt into Sam's arms.  The two kissed.  Sam 
swept the new girl into her arms and carried her towards the bedroom. 
If Janey objected, Sam would've given up Carla, but somehow she was 
sure that Janey would find Carla as attractive as she did.  After 
all, anything less would mean that that last wish hadn't been granted.
-- 
"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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