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From: J R D <jrdss@pobox.alaska.net>
Subject: {ASSM} ZODIAC COIN: SAGITTARIUS (tg) [3/3]
Date: Sun,  1 Sep 2002 11:10:04 -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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Just then, Iris ran out and said, "Mom, Elliott says he's ready to go 
get his first bra, and dad says he doesn't know how to get him one 
that will fit, so I should come get you."

Kate said, "A mother's work is never done. If you'll excuse me?" As 
she walked away, she added under her breath, "Buying my son a bra? I 
don't know if I'll ever get used to this."

Kate took her son to the mall, got him sized (causing him no end of 
embarrassment), and bought him three, size 36 C bras. While she was 
paying, Elliott started pulling on her blouse sleeve. "Mom, hurry up. 
I'm going to miss the game!"

Kate rolled her eyes. "Don't worry. You won't miss the game."

The salesclerk chuckled and said, "I guess that shows how much 
they're still men. Even looking as they do, they're all still the 
biggest bunch of football fanatics on the planet."

Kate smiled. "What a claim to fame. Before, our town could claim the 
most football fans per capita. Now, which can also claim the most 
bras sold to football fans."

Elliott tugged on his mother's sleeves again and whined, "Mom, hurry up!"

"Elliott, you're too old to to the acting like this. We'll get you 
home in plenty of time for the tip-off."

"Kickoff, mom. It's called the kickoff."

Kate looked back to the salesclerk. "And they still can't joke about 
their little game."

Elliott just whined, "Mom!" and pulled harder.

Kate handed Elliott the bag of bras and said, "Here. You can carry 
your own clothes." Elliott quickly took the bag and headed for the 
door to the store. Kate called after him, "Wait for your mother!"

Shifting impatiently, Elliott waited by the door as Kate came over 
and said, "Y'know, you may look like a girl, but you sure don't shop 
like one."

Elliott asked, "What do you mean?" barely keeping pace with his 
mother as he headed towards the doors to the outside.

"When I came here to buy Petunia her first bra, we made an entire 
afternoon out of it. For you, it's still get in, get out."

"Yeah, well next time, tell whatever changed us not to do it on the 
day before a big game."

"Big game? I have been married to your father long enough to know 
that no preseason game is that big."

"C'mon, mom. It's big to me. I'm young. I haven't seen that many games."

"Oh, please. You've been watching football since before you could walk."

"Yeah, but..."

Although Elliott couldn't actually think of any more reasons to 
hurry, Kate said, "Don't worry. We'll get home as fast as possible."

On the way home, Kate did drive as fast she could without speeding, 
and as soon as they pulled up in front of the house, Elliott all but 
jumped from the car. Before he could go anywhere, Kate yelled, "Hey!" 
When he turned back to her, she tossed him the bag of bras and said, 
"Before you plop yourself down in front of the TV, I want you to put 
those away," and then she added a very poignant, "neatly."

As Elliot ran up the walk, Kate figured he'd probably just stuff them 
in a drawer, but that actually made her happy. It was one more 
reminder that he hadn't changed as much as appearances would lead to 
believe.

Kate went inside and saw Elliott jump on to the couch beside his 
father. Mark said, "No jumping on the furniture, sport."

Kate looked at her husband and felt a familiar stirring. It was the 
feeling of lust that had been absent since this whole thing had 
started. She headed towards the bedroom, calling out casually, "Mark, 
can I see you in the bedroom?"

The game had just started, and Mark only took his eyes off the set 
for a moment to look at her and ask, "Right now?"

"If you could."

Mark gave a slightly disappointed, "Okay," and followed Kate into the 
bedroom. Once inside and the door shut behind them, he asked, "What's 
the problem?"

Mark could only gape in surprise when Kate shoved him up against the 
door and plastered her lips to his. He was even more surprised when 
he felt her hand slide up under the shirt he was wearing and stroke 
his breast through the bra he was wearing. Without a word, the two 
stripped their clothes off, threw themselves on the bed, and coupled 
with a fury and passion that would've put a couple of teenagers to 
shame.

After they were finished, Mark held his wife and said, "Thanks. I was 
beginning to wonder if we were ever going to have sex again."

"So was I. In fact,..."

When Kate didn't finish her thought, Mark asked, "What?"

"Just something I thought of. Why don't you go back out and watch the 
game. It'll give Elliott some stability, doing what he does every 
Sunday during football season."

"Okay, but what are you going to do?"

"Where are the girls?"

"Over at Deborah's where they don't have to watch icky boy games."

"Then I'm going to go out for a little while."

They both quickly got dressed. Mark then went out to watch the game, 
and Kate went back out to the car. In another flash of her feminine 
intuition, Kate drove to her sister's. Mark had been right. When 
sudden problems came up, something kept intervening to try to correct 
the problems. This sudden lack of reservations on her part about sex 
with her new husband proved it, and since it was so sudden, it said 
that whoever was doing all this hadn't considered sexual orientation 
a problem before. She supposed that could apply to a lot of people in 
town, but coming so soon after the conversation she had had just that 
afternoon made it too convenient.

After she pulled up to her sister's house and got out of the car, 
Amanda came running out of the front of the house, crying. Kate 
stopped her and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It didn't work. He's back to his old Sunday routine."

"You mean changing the men to look like women?"

Amanda was shocked. "How'd you know?"

"That's not important. What's more important is how, and even more 
important than that is why. Why did you feel the need to change all 
the men in town and make them look like women?"

"Because of him!" Amanda pointed back to the house.

"Your husband? What did he do?"

"What he does every weekend! Plops himself down in front of the TV 
and watches football games all afternoon!"

"So?"

"So I'm a newlywed. We should be going out. We should be doing 
things. I shouldn't have to lose my Sundays and my Monday nights to 
some stupid game where people just run up and down a field for two 
hours."

"And for this you change every man in town?! What the hell were you thinking?!"

"I was thinking that if he was more of a woman, he'd realize the 
stupidity of that game."

"First off, I know a lot of women who like that game. Secondly, in 
the grand scheme of things, this isn't that big a deal. Does he 
mistreat you? Does he fail to do anything else he's supposed to?"

"Well, no, but I hear the other ladies talk. None of them like it."

"No, and the men don't like the time we take to get ready, or running 
into wet panty hose, or dealing with a lot of the other things we go 
through as women. Marriage is about compromise."

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts! Your plan obviously didn't work, and even if it had any 
chance, why subject the entire town to it, and since it didn't work, 
why not just change everybody back, and how did you do all this in 
the first place?"

"There's one answer to all of that." Amanda lifted her hand and 
opened it up. Inside it was a gold coin about the size of a quarter. 
Embossed on its surface was the figure of a man with a drawn bow. 
"It's called the Sagittarius coin. It grants wishes."

"If I hadn't seen everything I had already seen... So why wish to 
change everybody, and why not wish everything back to normal now?"

"It grants wishes, but just as the archers of old stood on castle 
walls defending every one, the wish can only be done for the benefit 
of the community. And you only get three wishes. I used my first wish 
to change every one, my second wish to get rid of the army, and the 
third one went to having women feel towards their husbands' bodies as 
they had towards their husbands."

"So now you don't have any left to fix your mistakes?"

"Yes, but you could do it." Amanda took the coin and put it into 
Kate's hand. "You could wish everyone back to normal, then maybe do 
something about the football fever."

"Amanda, I just don't see it as that big a deal."

"Maybe you don't, but a lot of wives do. Even if it is for only a 
couple of days, for those two days, we feel... abandoned."

Kate thought about it for a minute. "Look, you go back in with your 
husband. Let big sister take care of this."

Amanda hesitated for a bit, not sure what to do, but eventually 
decided to trust her sister, and did go back inside. Kate held the 
coin, deciding on her first wish. She actually decided against 
changing everybody back. Having everybody change back so soon after 
the military "explained" their change (if only to themselves) might 
prompt another invasion. Besides, thanks to Amanda's last wish, Kate 
actually liked what her husband was now.

So that just left the issue of the football fever. Kate didn't see it 
as that big a deal. It was only a couple of days a week, and on the 
positive side, the fascination with football gave fathers and sons 
something to bond over and helped keep the kids, both girls and boys, 
active and healthy.

After a bit of thinking, Kate said, "I wish that the women in this 
town were as interested in football as the men." She felt a change 
pass over herself, and she found herself wanting to learn about 
football.

Now, she knew that Mark would probably be patient about teaching her 
the game, but she had heard other wives tell stories about the 
impatience of their husbands when they expressed an interest in 
learning the game, so she said, "I wish that all men in town would be 
patient and understanding about teaching the game to their wives."

She tucked the coin into her purse and headed back to her car, ready 
to go home and learn the game of football from her husband and son.

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

THREE AND A HALF YEARS LATER, JANUARY...

Kate and Mark lay in bed, watching TV. It was the post Super Bowl 
interview with the quarterback of the winning team. The interviewer 
said, "We're here with Amanda Smith, quarterback for the Bengals. 
Miss Smith, you certainly put to rest all the stories about having 
been hired as just a curiosity, the first female quarterback in the 
NFL."

"Well, Jack, I don't really hold those stories against anyone. I was 
hired as a curiosity. But that doesn't mean that I can't actually 
take this chance to really show what I can do."

"You certainly did that. You not only won the Super Bowl, but hold 
the season record for most completed passes."

"I may not be able to throw it as far as the guys do, but I can throw 
it with pinpoint accuracy. What's more, I can find my husband no 
matter where he is on the field."

"Now I understand that your husband actually looks like a girl. 
What's the story with that?"

Mark turned the TV off with the remote, and then said, "Since we know 
the real story, we don't need to listen to this."

"I agree. It's still kind of amazing. Who'd have ever figured that 
once Amanda got interested in football, she'd be so good at it?"

"I figured you'd finally used your last wish." Kate had explained 
everything to Mark. They had both found it moderately surprising that 
Mark didn't actually want to go back to his old body, only finding 
out later that Amanda's first wish had included a component that made 
the men feel comfortable in their new forms. Once the initial shock 
was gone, the only real concern that the men had was over how the 
women would react, and that problem had been solved with Amanda's 
last wish.

"No, that was sheer luck that that scout showed up to that Saturday 
pickup game. I think I might use it to get the NFL to move one of its 
teams here. With all the new residents, we might be able to make it 
worthwhile." After the transformation, there had been an influx of 
people to the town. Most were just there to look, to see the town of 
men who had become women, but quite a few stayed, including a 
disproportionate number of lesbian couples and non-op transsexuals, 
who felt that, with its changes, the town was almost made for them.

"Then what do you plan to do with the coin?"

"I think I'm going to give it to Elliott's fiancee after they get 
married. That girl has got a really good head on her shoulders."

"Yeah, I wasn't too sure about him getting married at 19, but I think 
those two will be as happy as we are."

"I think so, too, but speaking of me being happy." Kate rolled over 
on top of Mark and started grinding her body against him.

Mark grabbed her hips and held her in place. "Ok, what do you want?"

With fake innocence, Kate responded, "What makes you think I want anything?"

"Because whenever you climb on top of me and rub your breasts against 
mine, it means you're trying to excite me so much that I won't be 
able to make a clear headed decision. Most times, I let you get away 
with it, because I know what you want and have already made my 
decision, but right now, I don't know what you want, so spill it."

"Well, you know that Elliott prefers dresses."

"Yes, and I never held that against him. He was old enough when he 
was transformed so that as long as it was tasteful, he could choose 
his own clothes. Is this your way of telling me he's going to be 
wearing a wedding gown to the ceremony?"

"Well, he will be wearing a wedding dress, but that's not the only thing."

"So what else?"

"They're not making it mandatory, but Elliott and Denise would 
like... everybody to be wearing dresses."

Mark sighed. "All right, for Elliott, I will wear a dress."

"You really do look great in them."

"I know, but that doesn't keep them from pinching in all the wrong 
places." Mark released his wife. "You may now resume rubbing yourself 
against me."

"Well now that you agreed to what I wanted, I don't really see a need to."

"Oh, really?" Mark rolled them both over so that he was on top of her 
and proceeded to grind his body against hers, rubbing their breasts 
together. "Maybe I just ought to to use the same technique to 
convince you it's a good idea."

Kate giggled and said, "I think that's a great idea," and started 
wiggling underneath her husband.


-- 
"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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