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Subject: {ASSM} Three Times A Lady (My Favorite TG TF Story)
Date: Tue,  9 Jul 2002 23:10:02 -0400
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Three Times A Lady
Merry Christmas to Michael O'Reilly
from Mark T

 "Merry Christmas, Michael!" called Mark as the door opened.
Michael O'Reilly smiled and welcomed in his old high-school friend,
shooing him in before the foyer grew cold with the wintry air.
 Mark stomped his feet to shake off the sticky snow, and
handed the smallish box to his friend as he began to pull off his
gloves.
 "Geez, Mark!  And I didn't get you anything!" said Michael,
chagrined.  They hadn't said they would exchange gifts this holiday.
Heck he barely even saw Mark, now that his new job had him
commuting over an hour each way.
 "No problem," grinned Mark happily, "I'm sure someone will."
 They chuckled as Mark sloughed his coat and tossed it onto the
chair in the corner along with his gloves and hat.  Rubbing his hands
together to recover some warmth, he turned to find Michael setting
the box down on the table.
 "No, open it!" cried Mark, smiling.
 "What, now?  It's not even Christmas yet," protested Michael.
 "Maybe so, but Hanukkah's over, so it evens out.  Come on, I
want to see you when you open it."
 "Well, OK..."
 With some hesitancy at his friend's eagerness, he unwrapped
the box and opened it to find... a ring.
 "A ring?" he asked, puzzled as he pulled it out and examined it.
 "It's an antique!  My Aunt Esther passed away a few months
ago and willed it to me.  I know you love antiques, so here's a
genuine article!"
 "Thanks, Mark!" he smiled, feigning a happiness he didn't really
feel.  Mark had never really gotten it - Michael liked only certain
kinds of antiques.  Furniture, clothes, the occasional paper antiquity
like a first edition hardcover.  But not jewelry.
 Well, it really was the thought that counted, he reflected.  He
grinned more in earnest and replaced the ring in its box as they
headed to the den to settle down and watch the game.
 ---
 A few days later, Michael was at his workbench magnifier in
the basement studying the ring.  It was more interesting than he had
thought at first - perhaps he should look into antique jewelry in
general.  The craftsmanship on some of the little whorls and arcs was
simply amazing!  He would have thought it would require
micrometric laser cuts to make such smooth and detailed lines, but
somehow a skilled jeweler had managed it a century or more ago.
 Now he had turned his attention to the inscription.  It was
worn in many places, but he managed to figure out most of it, though
the lettering was so flowery as to be almost unreadable.
 "With another's wishes three
 Bearer thricefold blessed be"
 At least, he thought that was what it said.  There were symbols
as well, including a number of pentagrams. He thought it was
strange, but besides the pentagrams there didn't seem to be any
demonic or evil symbols.  There were flowers and the sun and moon
and such.  And what did the phrase mean by wishes?  Was this a
wishing ring?
 He snickered at himself.  Right.  A wishing ring.  He grinned,
but couldn't resist popping the ring on his finger and announcing
(though not too loudly - he still felt a bit foolish):
 "I wish I had a million dollars!"
 He paused.  The silence was deafening, and before long...
nothing happened.  He chuckled and turned off the workbench light.
It was getting cold down here in the basement.
 "I wish I was upstairs in a hot bath already, is what I wish," he
announced to nobody in particular.  Nobody in particular listened,
either, since nothing happened once again.  He glanced at his ring
which sat there patiently ignoring him.  He smirked at it and trudged
up the stairs.
 "Honey, I'm going to take a bath!" he announced to his wife as
he checked on her in the den.
 "All right," moaned his wife, who had caught the flu and was
desperately trying to feel less miserable by snuggling into a few
blankets.  Michael snuggled up next to her and hugged her close.
 "I wish you were feeling better, hon.  Then maybe we could...
share that bath."
 She grinned weakly and mouthed a kiss.  He blew one back at
her and headed up to draw a bath.  On his way up the stairs he
noticed he was feeling warmer.  His muscles were feeling less achy
and more lively.  He took the last few steps two at a time and hopped
into the bathroom.  He started the bath filling and began shucking his
shoes.
 It was as he was relaxing into the water that he realized he felt
downright fantastic.  The best he'd felt in years.  Maybe in his whole
life.  He smiled and sank into the warm water.
 When he got out of the bath and wrapped himself in his robe
and slippers, he went downstairs and found his wife up and making
herself a cup of tea.
 "Hey, honey, let me do that.  You rest up," he said, hopping to
the stove.
 "Actually, I feel fine now," she said.  "It came on kind of
suddenly as you went upstairs.  I just started feeling better and
better, and now I feel fine!"
 "Huh!" he said, "Me too!"  He gave her a quick kiss and headed
into the den, happy she was better now.  It wasn't until a few
minutes later that he realized: he had wished she would get better,
and she had!  He looked down at the ring on his finger.
 "Another's wishes?" he mused.  Maybe that meant he had to
make wishes for someone else!
 "I wish my wife had a thousand more dollars," he wished
impulsively.  The ring seemed to get warmer on his hand, though he
didn't see much visible difference.
 "Wow!" came a scream from the kitchen; he leapt up to run out
there.
 "Look what I found in the coffee can!" his wife was dancing
around the room waving a slick piece of paper.  She held it out to
him and he looked at it - an "instant winner" game piece for a
thousand dollars.
 "Wow," he breathed and stared at the ring on his finger.  He'd
better think carefully about this.
 ---
 With his wife already upstairs in bed, excited, happy and ready
for him, Michael stood downstairs in the hallway and looked in the
mirror.  He'd been thinking about this for a few hours, and he
thought he knew what to wish for.
 "Honey," came a sultry coo from upstairs, "Come on up to bed...
I'm ready to play..."
 Michael licked his lips anxiously and held the ring-bearing
hand up to his face.  This was something he and his wife had
fantasized about a few times - he knew she'd be delighted, and the
surprise would just make it even more delicious for her.
 "I wish," he began," that when I see her tonight, my wife would
transform into the most beautiful woman in the world."  The ring felt
warm on his hand as he started walking up the stairs.  As he got to
the top, she called again.
 "Are you ready, loverboy?" she husked as he crept towards the
bedroom door.  He had to pause before entering just to catch his
breath.  His pulse was racing with the anticipation he usually felt
when he saw his wife in an especially sexy mood.  He swallowed
heavily and breathed deeply, trying to stop shaking.
 He looked through the open door and saw his dresser, with his
razor, cigar box, and wallet on it.  He blinked and looked a little
closer.  His wallet looked strange.  Bigger.  Curious,  frowning, he
walked in and took his wallet.
 "Honey?" asked his wife, behind him.
 "Just a sec," he said, opening his wallet to find far too many
bills in there.  He began to pull them out.  They were fifties, and
there were a lot of them.  Five, ten, twenty... forty... sixty.  Sixty 50-
dollar bills along with the five and two singles that had been in there
earlier.  3000 extra dollars.
 He put the money down on the dresser and puzzled for a
moment.
 "Honey?" asked his wife again, and he turned to see her
seductively posed on the sheets, the covers artfully spread about the
bed.  The thoughts of money pushed themselves out of his mind as
he licked his lips at the sight of his wife.
 And then she began to change.  The ring on his finger pulsed
with warmth as his wife cooed, "Mmmm... oh Michael... I feel so...
sexy..."
 She slid her legs along the sheets as they shimmered and
lengthened, her skin rippling lightly as her legs smoothed and
stretched.  The glow traveled upwards towards her hips and settled
there for a moment as her hips swelled, and then the glow suffused
her stomach.
 Her waist thinned slightly, ever so slightly, making a dramatic
slope from her now even-wider hips to her now-slimmer waist, and
then the glow slid up to her chest.  Michael's hand was throbbing
with the ring's warmth as her breasts swelled.  She rolled her
shoulders sexily as her burgeoning globes caused some incredibly
sexy shifting of her teddy.
 "Mmmmm," she purred sexily as her breasts slowed their
growth at an incredible DD-cup size and the glow spread upwards to
her face.  Her neck shortened, her chin softened, her lips filled out
and her nose shrunk slightly into a cute little button-tip.  Her eyes
widened as her hair flowed out longer and fuller, lightening to the
gorgeous blonde color she had tried so many times to achieve.
 As the glow faded and the throbbing in the ring waned,
Michael found his heartbeat racing as he beheld the most beautiful
woman in the world.  Actually, it was amazing, he thought.  It was
still his wife - the changes were not so major that she looked
different from herself.  They were subtle, all of them (well, except
the breasts, he admitted), but the tiny changes combined to subtly
alter her appearance and make her drop-dead gorgeous.
 "Come here," she whispered throatily and he began to walk
towards her when the ring heated up again and began to throb, but
this time much more insistently.
 He frowned and looked down at the ring, and did a double-
take.  His hand... it was changing!  The hand with the ring on it was
noticeably stretching and thinning, his fingernails stretching out
longer, the hair pulling back under the skin and his knuckles
becoming less knobby.  It didn't hurt at all - it just felt kind of
stretchy, as though someone were playfully tugging at his hand.  But
now the change was travelling up his arm, which was even as he
watched thinning and smoothing, the hair there also pulling back in.
 What was happening?  He wondered for only a moment before
the glow was filling his vision.  It was like an invisible towel had
been playfully thrown on his face - a warm sort of motion all over
his head as his hair lengthened a bit and darkened and his face
shrunk and smoothed all over.  He couldn't tell what else was
happening, but he was afraid he had a notion.
 When the glow moved down to his chest, he wasn't incredibly
surprised, but he was still unhappy when he saw his torso begin to
shrink even as his pectorals began to swell.
 Breasts, he reminded himself.  He was growing breasts.  They
bulged a bit, out to A-cup, then the familiar B-cup of his wife's
previous endowments.  But they didn't stop there.  They kept
growing, and growing....
 He nearly laughed as he thought of the Energizer bunny, but he
caught himself.  Was he going insane, he wondered?  How was his
wish affecting him?  *Why* was it affecting him?  He had wished for
his wife to change, not for himself.
 As his new mammarian endowments reached the heavy, huge
DD-cup size and kept going, he began to realize what was going on -
somehow, the inscription on the ring, the bit about the bearer being
blessed, must mean the ring-wearer gets the wish reflected back on
them.
 As his new tits kept growing further and further, he realized
the other part of the ring's spell was the word "threefold."  That's
why he had $3000 in his wallet!  It was his part of the spell that had
given his wife a thousand dollars!
 His breasts had slowed their growth at some unestimable bra-
size.  They were huge, like two big melons hanging off his chest.  The
glow then drifted down to his waist and he puffed out air as his
waist and torso contracted.
 As his waist thinned and thinned, he realized that the threefold
rule was turning him into an even more beautiful woman than his
wife - he was going to be three times as beautiful, in fact.  Whatever
that meant, he thought sourly.
 The glow had drifted down even further now, to his crotch.  He
grabbed forlornly at his bulging underwear but the bulge was
decreasing even as he grabbed at it.  He briefly wondered why he
wasn't more panicky but realized that there was no pain and
virtually no feeling of loss - merely that warm, smothering sensation
and the tugging, pulling feeling of things changing.  Somehow, his
mental faculties seemed dulled while the glow was changing him -
some sort of stasis effect, perhaps?
 He almost absently noted that his penis was gone now and that
his entire pelvis was rearranging.  His briefs were stretching wider
and wider to contain his swelling hips and rear, and he was able to
poke his finger *into* his crotch now and felt quite excited when he
did so.  He removed his finger and the glow travelled further down.
 The throbbing in the ring had not abated yet as his legs
throbbed and stretched, the muscles reshaping themselves, the hair
disappearing beneath the skin as his feet also shrank and smoothed.
When the glow finally faded and the ring cooled, he looked down at
himself.  It was hard to tell from this vantage, and hard to see
around his truly enormous breasts, but he imagined he might very
well have been transformed into a woman three times more
beautiful than his wife.
 The panic was beginning to set in now as he grabbed himself,
hefting his massive frontal adornments in fear.
 "Ahhhh!" he yelled articulately as his wife chimed in nearly
simultaneously with "What the hell?!?"
 "Oh my god oh my god oh my god," Michael panted, his chest
heaving sexily, his new breasts bobbing beneath his robe.  He
reached down and grabbed his crotch and found it all too smooth and
sexy.
 It was OK, he reminded himself - he could fix this.
 "I wish I were a man again!" he called, but just as before, the
ring didn't warm or throb.  The panic began to rise again and his
breathing quickened until he remembered - the ring only works on
wishes for other people!
 "I wish my *wife* were..." he stopped himself in time.  He
didn't want his wife to be a man!  Oh, hell.  How could he... ah hah!
 "I wish my wife was back to her normal self!" he called out.
There, that should fix it.
 "What are you doing?  What's going on?" she asked, but
Michael was staring at his hand, where the ring stubbornly refused
to throb, glow, or get hot.  Had he used it up?  Maybe it only granted
two wishes to each user or something - but shouldn't it be three?
The panic was making him think in circles.
 "It's this ring, honey," he tried to explain, but his sexy contralto
voice made him pause.  He gulped and licked his oh-so-sexy lips and
dove ahead, "it grants wishes - but only wishes made for other
people.  Here, take it, and wish me back!" He tossed the ring to her
and she looked at it curiously.
 As she slid it on her finger, Michael suddenly realized he hadn't
told her the catch!
 "Wait!" he yelled, but it was too late - she was already saying
it:
 "I wish Michael were a man again - and a really super hunk,
too!" and she giggled.
 Michael groaned, his huge, heavy breasts heaving as he shook
and fell to the floor.  He looked up to see the ring on his beautiful
wife's hand glowing and he felt the warm smothering once again.
 Ah, hell, he thought.  Here we go again.

 - the end? -

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