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From: J R D <jrdss@pobox.alaska.net>
Subject: {ASSM} Zodiac Coin: Aquarius (TG, no sex)
Date: Fri, 16 Aug 2002 09:10:06 -0400
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Here's my latest. The Aquarius coin: a coin with potentially 
unlimited wishes. This is the story of what happens when a woman too 
sure of her version of things gets a hold of it.

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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ZODIAC COIN: AQUARIUS

2300 YEARS AGO...

He was smith to the king, working metal at the king's command. Most 
of what he did was supervise the other smiths working in the castle. 
Most of the work that they did was in the form of shoeing horses or 
fixing the metal tools from the castle, although the castle forges 
had more than their fair share of swords, breastplates, and helmets 
to work on.

Occasionally, however, the king would make a special request, and 
when that was the case, only the king's smith was allowed to handle 
it. Like this strange, golden, glowing rock that had been delivered 
to him with orders that it be worked into something for the king's 
personal armaments.

The rock was unlike any mineral he had ever worked on before. Once 
pounded into shape, it was as strong as any metal object that had 
ever come out of the forges, and yet, it was as light as cloth.

He'd been given orders to make it into something appropriate for the 
battlefield. The king and his men already had more than enough 
weapons from the forges, so when he finished, it was a finely wrought 
breastplate that he had delivered to the king.

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

It started with me screwing up. I admit that. I can only say that I 
really did think I was doing the right thing.

It started that day we worked at the homeless shelter. Actually, I 
guess it started the day before in the psychiatrist's office. That 
was the day I got the shocking news. Me and my husband were sitting 
right in front of his desk when he looked me in the eye and said, 
"Mrs. Petrovich, your husband is definitely NOT a transsexual."

Of course, my husband had to add in his little, "Told you so."

I, of course, thought that everybody but me was totally in the wrong. 
"But, Doctor, he wants breasts! He doesn't just want them to play 
with, and he doesn't just want them on someone else. He wants his 
very own pair of breasts!"

In a calm, even voice, the doctor told me, "Miss Petrovich, your 
husband has what is called autogynephilia, a condition where he gains 
sexual arousal from the thought of having a female body or female 
body parts. It's really nothing more than a fetish. A transsexual is 
someone who has Gender Identity Disorder. They feel that their 
internal gender is at odds with their genetic makeup."

"Sounds like you're just talking semantics, Doc."

"Hardly. A person with Gender Identity Disorder more closely relates 
to the sex of their internal gender. A male-to-female transsexual 
finds it easier to talk with, socialize with, and get along with 
women. Your husband thinks of himself as a guy."

"Yeah, but... What about his thing with breasts?"

"I told you, it's a fetish. He gets off on the thought of having 
breasts. Go out, buy him a bra and breast forms, and go home and have 
some fun with it in the privacy of your own bedroom."

That was the end of the conversation, really. There was a little more 
talking, but nothing of any consequence was said.

In the elevator on the way down to the parking garage, Piotr, my 
husband, asked, "Are you ready to accept this now?"

"Not yet."

"Honey, you heard the doctor. I have just got a fetish with having 
breasts. Why is that such a big deal?"

"Just a fetish? What would the doctor say if we had shown him these?" 
Then I poked him in the chest.

Piotr's first reaction was to yell, "Hey, watch it!" You see, my 
husband does have breasts.

I guess that's really where the story starts, but there really isn't 
that much to say about it. A few months ago, my husband decided to 
get some breasts. We discussed it. Then we found a plastic surgeon 
who was willing to do surgeries with no questions for the right 
price, and got my hubby a pair of implants. Combined with his already 
pierced nipples, he moaned as loud as any woman when I stroked his B 
cup breasts.

Did I mention that I am bisexual?

And yes, I did and do get a sexual rush from playing with my then 
husband's boobs.

I think I should explain. Both my husband and I are rich, seven or 
eight figures rich. You'll have to ask my accountant just how rich. 
The phrase "Born with a silver spoon in their mouth" applies to both 
of us. I hate to say it, but if my husband or I want something, we 
both tend to feel we should be able to have it, no matter what it is, 
particularly if it doesn't hurt anyone else. Well, actually, my 
husband has to know that it's not hurting anyone else. He's a lot 
better about that than I am.

That's where his breasts came from. His having them didn't hurt 
anybody else. The idea actually excited me. So we got him a couple of 
breasts.

I know what you're thinking. What about the reactions of all the 
people we have to do business with? Well, aside from our attitude of 
"Who the fuck cares?" (okay, my attitude), my husband was a rather 
large man (6 ft. 1), and he liked to wear really loose clothes, so no 
one besides me, him, and the doctor who put them in know about them.

I wish I had accepted that it was just a bit of selfish indulgence 
for him to get breasts. If I had, then what came next would never 
have happened, or at least wouldn't have been as bad. But somehow, I 
got it into my head that if my husband were willing to undergo even 
such minor surgery, then that must mean that down deep he was really 
a woman, a transsexual.

So, that meant that I started pushing him to go to a doctor, which 
led to the psychiatrist visit, which led to everything I told you 
about earlier.

Anyway, after I poked him, Piotr said, "My breasts are nobody's 
business but yours and mine, but if we had told him, then he probably 
would've just told me that I was indulging my fetish too much. Honey, 
I am not a girl."

I publicly agreed with him, but then thought about how I could get 
him to admit he was a girl. I figured he was just too afraid to admit 
it and had managed to con the psychiatrist into believing him. I 
really thought I was doing what was right, what was best for him.

Okay, after a night of fabulous sex (as usual) and a day of same-old 
same-old, we had charity-work night. Piotr was raised with the idea 
that he was expected to give something back to the community, so at 
least twice a week, we helped out with some charity work somewhere. 
Me? I would have been content to just write a check, but Piotr 
insisted that we do it hands-on, and it really wasn't a big enough 
deal for me to say no, so we did it.

We were working at the soup kitchen that was attached to the homeless 
shelter. We had just got done unloading a big semi full of donated 
food (okay, it wasn't really full, but that's beside the point). 
Piotr and I were the only ones left in it, when he notices something 
in the corner and asks, "What's that?"

I didn't see what he was talking about, until he walked over and 
picked up this little piece of gold. I asked him, "Is that a gold 
coin? Hardly seems like something you'd find in the back of a food 
donation truck."

He replied, "It's called the Aquarius coin. It grants wishes. In 
return for doing service for others, one earns wishes."

I thought he was kidding. "Okay, what's the joke?"

"It's no joke. This thing is magic. It grants wishes."

"Yeah, right. How do you know that? You just picked it up."

"It told me. As soon as I picked it up, I knew all about it. Here, 
try it." I reached out and touched the coin. I didn't even have to 
take it from Piotr, and I knew as much as Piotr had already told me. 
I pulled my hand back as though I had been burned, and Piotr said, 
"See."

"But what's with the Aquarius thing? Isn't that an astrological symbol?"

"Well, I don't know why an astrological symbol was chosen, but in 
ancient times, when the village got too large for everyone to have 
easy access to the water supply, someone would take on the job of 
carting big pots of water from the lake or stream or whatever it was 
to the homes of the village."

"You can't tell me that they did that for free."

"I would think not. With this coin, however, your payment is the wish 
you made, so if you're working for some other reason, like a 
paycheck, you don't get paid with the wish."

"Okay, so what do we do with it now?"

"Make a wish, I guess."

"Like what?"

Piotr thought about it for a second before saying, "I wish I had 
perfect, natural breasts that I could control the size of, make them 
the size of small bumps or as large as two beach balls on my chest."

"Are you sure you want to waste a wish? How many do you get?"

"Theoretically unlimited, but depending upon what you wish for, there 
is a practical limit. Every wish after the first requires that you 
work for as much time as you worked for all the previous wishes 
before you start earning credit on that wish. So if you could earn 
your first wish in a couple of hours, then made the second wish the 
same as the first, then it would take a total of four hours just for 
that second wish."

"But as long as you're willing to work, then you can just keep 
wishing and wishing?"

"Apparently so, but realize that after a while, your wishes could 
take weeks or even months to earn."

"Okay, so how long is your wish going to take to earn?"

"I don't know. I just have to work until I've earned it. It's a test 
of perseverance. With no idea of when you get paid, you just have to 
work until you've earned your wish." Piotr then slipped the coin into 
his pocket. "So let's get to work."

And work we did. Well, Piotr did. He worked like a man possessed, 
doing twice the work of anybody else. After about two hours, he got 
me and took me to the bathroom. Once inside, he locked the door, 
turned to me, and said, "Watch." He lifted the baggy shirt that he 
was wearing, exposing his breasts.

Immediately, I knew there was a difference. His breasts used to have 
that sculpted, perfectly round look that comes from implants. But 
when he showed them to me, they lay a little looser, looking like 
they had grown there.

At first, they were the same size as earlier, a B cup. Then, right 
before my eyes, they grew and expanded until they were larger even 
than my own D cups. They continued to grow until they were like two 
large sacks hanging on his chest. He looked down, a little 
disappointed. He said, "They're not as firm or as round as I'd like."

"That's the trouble with natural breasts, hun. Gravity helps 
determine how they grow."

Piotr dug the coin out of his pocket. "Then I wish I could control 
the size AND the shape of my breasts."

"Hey! When do I get a turn?"

He gave me a suspicious look. Then he looked to the coin, then back 
to me. "I don't know. If I give you the coin, you promise not to use 
a wish to wish me into a girl?"

Truth be told, that was exactly what I did plan. One simple wish and 
it would've been all over. But I'd never broken a promise to anyone, 
and Piotr knew that. So I promised, "I promise not to use a wish to 
turn you into a girl."

Mollified, Piotr gave me the coin, shrank his breasts down to the 
size of small bumps, and went back out to start working for his 
second wish. After he was gone, I held the coin and said, "But I 
didn't promise not to use a bunch of wishes," which tells you what I 
was thinking.

If I was going to use more than one wish to move Piotr into 
womanhood, then I was going to have to keep him from realizing what I 
was doing, so my first wish was that he would forget about the coin, 
but not about the abilities he'd gained from the coin.

We both worked harder that evening than we had ever worked before, 
each of us trying to turn our wish. About four hours later, Piotr 
took me into the bathroom, said, "Look what I can do," and then 
proceeded to grow and shrink and change the shape of his breasts, 
from small, teeny-bopper sized breasts, through large, 
teardrop-shaped breasts, up to two breasts that looked for all the 
world like two flesh colored beach balls had been stuck to the front 
of his chest.

After he got finished performing, he said, "Somehow I just knew I 
could do this, but for the life of me, I don't know where it came 
from."

I reached up, put my fingers through his nipple rings, fondled him a 
bit, and said, "Don't worry about it. Just think of all the fun we're 
going to have with them when we get home." We might have done 
something then and there if someone hadn't knocked on the door at 
just that moment.

Anyway, we wrapped things up and then went home and had lots of fun 
that night with his marvelous changing breasts, but that's really 
incidental to the story.

First thing next morning, I took the coin and wished that whenever I 
made a wish to change Piotr, he and everyone who knew him would think 
that whatever had changed was actually how he really was all along. 
Then I suggested to Piotr that we spend an entire week doing charity 
work. He was a little surprised at what he thought was my new 
altruistic viewpoint, but he loved the idea.

Every few hours, I took out the coin, thinking that I had done enough 
work to have earned my wish. I don't know whether it was the scope of 
the wish or the quantity of people it was affecting, but it took four 
and a half days, working eight to twelve hour shifts to earn the 
wish. The coin wouldn't tell me how long I had to work to get a wish, 
but if I wanted to wish something else before I had earned the last 
wish, I got this feeling of refusal. That was how I knew how long a 
wish that had no visible effect took.

My third wish, the start of Piotr's changes, would be the base size 
for Piotr's breasts would be double D with him retaining the ability 
to control the size and shape of his breasts. Including the four and 
a half days spent relearning the last wish, it took a little more 
than five days to get that one. I knew when I got it though, because 
Piotr was suddenly walking around with very large breasts for 
everyone to see.

Problem was, his breasts were really distracting everyone, because he 
wouldn't wear a bra. He hated wearing them (we tried cross dressing 
for a while). He even used that for an explanation as to why he 
wasn't really a girl, but I didn't accept that at the time. I was a 
girl and I hated wearing them, too, but I wore them out of necessity, 
and with his new double D's, he needed to wear one, too, so my next 
wish was that he would want to wear women's underwear instead of 
men's. It took another five days for that one.

The next wish I had was for him to have long flowing hair like a 
girl. It took a little less than six days for that one.

Then I wished that he would have the facial features of a woman. It 
took about seven days for that.

After that, anybody who didn't know him already assumed that Piotr 
was a woman, albeit a very big, very stocky woman. Piotr got very 
upset at a lot of people after that. After all, he still did consider 
himself a man. So that was my next wish; I wished that everyone, 
including Piotr, would consider him a woman named Romana (it sounded 
Russian to me, and Piotr was very proud of his Russian heritage).

It took me a full six months to work off that wish. If I wasn't so 
patient (okay, belligerent), I probably would've given up after a 
little while, but I persevered, and one day, everybody, including the 
newly dubbed Romana, was using the name Romana. Even I, who fully 
remembered the name Piotr and the wishes I had made, found it hard to 
think of her after that as anything other than a woman named Romana.

Since that wish did take six months, I set the coin aside for a 
while. After all, Romana thought she was a woman, had big breasts she 
could control the size and shape of, and had the prettiest head on 
her shoulders. The problem was, all that was set on a very large, 
very masculine body, and just as Piotr got upset at people thinking 
of him as a woman, Romana got upset at people thinking of her as a 
man (usually those who hadn't seen her front). Although I didn't care 
(I really didn't; I really thought it sexy), the snide comments hurt 
Romana, so they hurt me. So, after three months, I picked up the coin 
and wished that Romana had beautiful, sexy, alluring body.

That was when I discovered something about the coin. You build up 
credit. After the wish that got everybody thinking of Piotr as 
Romana, I had gotten into the habit of doing a lot of charity work. I 
had made a lot of good friends, so I just kept going and working, 
although with a few less hours per day then when I was working for a 
wish. So that's why it only took five months after I made the wish 
for Romana to become her current super beautiful self.

There was a big drawback to that one, though. Romana became a full 
female. Now, don't get me wrong. Like I said, I'm bisexual, and I do 
love the taste of pussy, but I also like the taste of cock and 
everything that comes out of it. I briefly thought about which one 
I'd like better, cock or pussy, when I decided "Why choose?" So I 
took the coin and wished that Romana would have the power to control 
the size, shape, and type of genitalia she had. It kind of made 
sense. She had the ability to control her breasts, so why not her 
genitals? It took me a full year to get that wish.

But once again, I hadn't fully considered what the wish would get me. 
Romana may have had the ability to have a cock or a pussy at will, 
but she considered herself a woman, so she would only give herself a 
cock if I asked (I practically had to beg), and when she did give 
herself one, she got on me, it did her business, and finished up as 
fast as possible. Y'know, the old wham-bam-thank ya ma'am routine. 
Oh, she tried to be better about it than that, but she just didn't 
feel "womanly" when she had a cock and was screwing me.

So I took the coin and wished that Romana would feel perfectly 
comfortable using her genitals, no matter what shape she made of 
them. It took me a little less than fifteen months to get that one.

There was an unexpected side effect of that one. A couple weeks after 
the wish was granted, Romana wanted to start bringing other girls and 
guys into the relationship. I was a little surprised. Piotr and I had 
tried both swinging and group sex before, and he had not found it to 
his liking, complaining that he felt like he was cheating on me, even 
if I was right there in the room watching. I guessed that she now 
felt comfortable enough about sex to try the more wild stuff. Since I 
wanted to try that stuff, too, and Romana wasn't asking to cheat (and 
I really didn't want to go through another 15 months or more for 
another wish), I didn't feel the need to "fix" anything with the coin.

I should've been more cautious.

You see, whether talking about Piotr or Romana, she was never nosy or 
intrusive. My stuff was my stuff. She never went nosing through my 
stuff or digging through my drawers, so I felt perfectly safe 
"hiding" the coin in the back of my lingerie drawer.

Nadine, however, was a different story. Nadine was a luscious 18 
year-old from the mail room of one of Romana's businesses. Nadine was 
also the current extra that Romana and I were using to spice things 
up a bit.

Nadine was also way too nosy for her own good.

I'm still not sure exactly what happened, but the basics are that 
Nadine found the coin and Romana got it from her, all while I was at 
the thrift store. Then I get a call from Romana. In her cutesy voice, 
she says to me, "Guess what I found?" I had no idea, and I told her 
so. "I found this cute, gold coin. Well, Nadine found it, but I've 
got it now. A coin that grants wishes? When were you planning on 
telling me about this?"

I avoided her question and said, "Romana, that coin's nothing to play 
with. Just put it down, and we can talk about it when I get home."

Still not remembering about the coin, she continued to talk in her 
cutesy voice and said, "I think someone's got a story to tell. If 
you're gonna make this hard, then I wish you'd tell me where you got 
this coin, and why you don't want to tell me about it."

After that, I didn't have a choice. Remember, she had been working 
charity all along, and since the coin had remained in our possession, 
even if she didn't remember, she had a ton of credit built up. I 
started at the beginning and told her everything. After I was 
finished, all I heard was silence from the other end of the phone. I 
called out Romana's name a couple of times before I heard her hang up.

I quickly dashed out of the thrift store and headed for home, but 
about halfway there, everything changed, and I was sitting in the 
living room at home, totally unable to move. I later heard about a 
car accident involving a driverless car, but that's really incidental 
to the story.

Romana was standing in front of me, her eyes bloodshot and her face 
puffy from the tears and crying. However, as sad as her face was, it 
also showed a deep anger and resentment. I wanted to go to her, but I 
was paralyzed; I guessed by magic.

In a way that was as much accusation as it was question, Romana 
asked, "How could you?! I wished to know everything that you had done 
to me! You couldn't stand to be wrong, could you? If I wasn't willing 
to admit that I was a woman, you were gonna make me into one, whether 
I liked it or not? You took away my right to choose! You made me your 
slave!!

"Well, what's good for the goose is good for the gander! I wish that 
you were my slave, willingly doing WHATEVER I ask and liking it! I 
wish that the magical paralysis I wished for earlier was gone, and I 
wish that this coin was gone to the center of the earth!"

And just like that, the coin was gone, and I could move. Romana 
turned so she wasn't looking at me and said, "Go upstairs and get 
into one of those French maid's outfits that we have for sex games. 
 From here on out, that's your at home uniform," and so I went 
upstairs.

I know what you're thinking. "So now you're a contented, little 
slave, and the coin is gone. That's the end of the story. Right?"

Not exactly.

About six months later, you, a business rival of Romana's, fell in 
love with her, so you offered to arrange a friendly merger of your 
companies in return for her accepting your marriage proposal. I found 
her in her bedroom, crying.

I sat beside her and asked, "What is wrong, mistress?"

"I've got a marriage proposal, but I'm not sure if I can allow myself 
to trust again. The last time I trusted anyone enough to marry them, 
I was betrayed."

I took her hand in mine. "You can trust me now. I've learned the 
error of my ways."

"Yeah, thanks to that stupid wish. I wish I had never wished that 
wish. Now, I'll never know if you really care, or if your behavior 
comes from that stupid wish."

I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it. "The wish didn't work, 
Romana." Now, Romana had long since ordered me to only refer to her 
as mistress, so just using her name was a basic proof of my claim.

Romana looked into my eyes, clearly wanting to believe me, but not 
sure if she could. "How? We know the coin works. I'm living proof of 
that."

"I'm not sure, but I don't think the coin will grant a purely 
malicious wish. When you wished for absolute obedience from me, you 
were wishing from pure anger."

"Oh, I want to believe you, but how can I be sure?"

"Well, you know me better than anyone. Just order me to do something 
that you know I would refuse to do."

After a second of thought, Romana pulled up her skirt, pulled down 
the front of her panties, grew her dick out, and said, "I need to 
pee. Kneel here between my legs, and open your mouth. I'm going to 
piss in it."

I recoiled instantly. "Gross!" Romana knew I was disgusted at the 
thought of piss play. It made me sick.

Romana threw her arms around me, crying and saying, "It's true! It's 
true!" After a good, long hug, Romana asked, "But why have you been 
doing everything I asked, like you were some kind of slave?"

"Because I owe you. Even if I had been totally right, I had no right 
to force you to accept my will."

After that, there was a lot of kissing, hugging, and sex.

As to your proposal, you need to realize that you will be marrying 
into a three way, including yourself. Nadine, who is away at college, 
will be a regular visitor to our bed during her vacations. Legally, 
the marriage between Romana and I was dissolved after I wished for 
everyone to think of her as a girl, but that doesn't matter to either 
of us.

If you are willing to accept that, if you are willing to accept that 
she will not be exclusive to you, then we accept.

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

IN AN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL CLASSROOM IN ANOTHER CITY...

It was before class, and John and David were playing ball indoors, 
even though both knew they shouldn't be. David tossed the ball, and 
John had to dive for it, knocking over and breaking a globe. one of 
the girls in the class said, "You're in trouble now!"

John really didn't hear her (partly because he didn't care) because 
he suddenly noticed a small, gold coin in the rubble of the broken 
globe.


-- 
"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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