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From: J R D <jrdss@pobox.alaska.net>
Subject: {ASSM} Zodiac Coin: Capricorn (tg, teen) [1/3]
Date: Sun, 20 Oct 2002 05:10:02 -0400
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Here's my latest.

The Capricorn coin took a little work, but I found something out 
about goats that I didn't know before. It's not a strong aspect of it 
goat life, but within the genre of Transgender fiction, it makes a 
surprising amount of sense, although I didn't play it up much within 
the story. This story is about a teenager who makes a wish for 
something they think is best for all, but the wish isn't quite what 
they get.

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: CAPRICORN

2250 YEARS AGO...

He was an artisan, an artisan who liked to work with metal. He had 
started life as a smith, but after a successful time doing all the 
regular things as a smith, he had left the forge behind in order to 
pursue a career working the metal to make it pretty instead of just 
functional.

It was night time when he saw it happen. There was a streak of light 
coming out of the heavens that crashed in the field near his home. He 
immediately grabbed an overcoat and ran out to where the streak had 
landed. When he got there, he found in a small crater a large piece 
of metal, roughly square, about the size of a man's torso, and 
curved, like a shield or the front half of a breastplate of armor.

He carefully slid down into the crater. He had heard stories of 
things that had fallen from the sky before, and all the stories had 
in common that whatever had fallen from the sky was always as hot as 
the fires of Vulcan's forge. Which is why he was so surprised to find 
the piece of metal at the bottom of the crater to be no more or less 
hot or cold than the rocks around it, as though it had been sitting 
there for hours, rather than minutes.

Taking the metal's temperature to be a sign from the gods, he picked 
up the metal, surprisingly light for its size, and took it back to 
his home, to his workspace. It wasn't much longer before others from 
the nearby village came to investigate, but the artisan found himself 
possessed by an idea as to what to do with the metal. His wife 
handled the visiting questioners as he worked and worked.

It was a full day and a half later when he finished, and he had 
worked straight through. When he left his workshop, he carried a 
metal hoop about the size of a discus with the center removed. On the 
surface of the hoop, he had worked his own personal representations 
of the patterns of stars over which the planets wandered. He hung the 
hoop over the door to his workspace, a testimony both to his ability 
and to the heavens that had given him the materials he had used.

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

Donald knocked on the door of his Uncle Lewis's home. Almost 
immediately, the door opened, revealing his Aunt Jenny, Uncle Lewis's 
wife. She smiled at him and said, "Donald! Come in. Your mother just 
called and let me know that you would be coming over."

With a quick thanks, Donald stepped into the house and took a seat on 
the couch. "I'm not exactly sure why mom sent me over here. She told 
me you could help with my problem, but I'm not sure how."

Jenny said, "Well, why don't you have a cookie and tell me all about 
it," and sat on the couch beside him.

Donald reached out to the cookie jar sitting on the coffee table. 
This was always the great thing about visiting Uncle Lewis and Aunt 
Jenny. Aunt Jenny was like some 1950's housewife, and she always had 
fresh cookies readily available. Grandma, a die-hard woman's rights 
activist from the 1960's, was always trying to push Jenny into 
getting out and getting some kind of career, or at least some kind of 
part-time job, but Jenny seemed content to be a stay at home wife.

After munching down a couple of cookies and drinking some of the milk 
that Aunt Jenny had ready for him, Jenny asked, "So what's the 
problem?"

"It's just... There is this guy at school. He's so cute and handsome 
and sexy and... Oh, he's just perfect!"

"Well, aside from the fact that the three adjectives you used might 
all be considered to be synonyms of one another, and thus redundant, 
my guess is that your problem would be that this boy is neither gay 
nor bisexual?"

"Well, actually, I'm sure that he really is gay. He just doesn't know it yet."

Jenny arched one eyebrow in suspicion. "And how exactly do you know that?"

"Well, he's always making this really big deal of dating all the 
pretty girls. I mean a really big deal. So I figure that, down deep, 
he's really gay, but he's just not ready to admit it yet."

Jenny stared at Donald for a while before asking, "How old is this boy?"

"He just turned 18 a couple of months ago."

"Uh-huh, and let me guess, he's one of the most popular boys in 
school, maybe a hero for one of the school's sports teams?"

"Team captain and first string quarterback for the school's football team."

"Donny boy, I think you're just fooling yourself. Most likely, this 
boy is just a stupid, womanizing cad of a teenager. He dates as many 
girls as he does, because he's got the looks and the popularity to 
convince the girls that they can't get any better."

"You sound just like mom."

"Your mom's got a good head on her shoulders. She's helped keep me on 
the straight and narrow, and that wasn't easy, considering she was a 
single mom, raising you all by her lonesome."

"You and her both. You're as much my mother as she is."

"I appreciate the sentiment, but don't slight what your mother has 
done for you. But that is neither here nor there. If you are so 
convinced that this boy is gay, what is it you want from me? Any 
tricks I have for catching a man are a couple of decades out of date."

"Not to mention that any tricks you have are for catching heterosexual men."

"Well, I may know a few things that you could use for men who swing 
the other way, but that's not the issue. Why did your mom send you 
over here?"

"I don't know. If it was grandma, I'd say she sent me over here so 
that you could work your magic and 'fix' me. Any time the issue of my 
bisexuality comes up, she likes to remind me how Uncle Lewis used to 
be gay before he met you. Keeps saying how all I need to do is find 
the right girl, and all thoughts about sex with men will leave my 
head. You'd think that a woman as staunchly pro women's rights as her 
would be a little more tolerant of alternative sexuality."

"Well, your grandmother was raised in an era when the women's rights 
movement with just on its upswing, but things like homosexuality were 
still kept in the closet. But we're getting off the subject again. 
What did your mom say when she sent you over to me?"

"She said something weird about you having just the coin to buy my solution."

Jenny sighed. "Well, at least I know what she's thinking; although 
I'm not sure I agree with her. Look, Donny, before I go give your 
mother a call and discuss this with her, let me ask you, why does 
this mean so much to you? You're only 16, with your whole life ahead 
of you. You're good looking. You've got more than a few girls and 
even a few boys chasing after you. Why do you feel the need to have 
this particular boy? Even if he was gay and you were his boyfriend, 
chances are, the relationship eventually would end."

"Oh, no, it wouldn't. He and I are soulmates. I'm sure of it."

Jenny thought about it for a very long time. Finally, she said, "I've 
got to talk to your mother. Wait right here."

"But you may be able to help me?"

"Maybe. That's all I'm saying." Jenny left the room, leaving Donald 
to scarf down a few more cookies while he waited.

After about 15 minutes, Jenny returned and sat back down beside him. 
"Well, I discussed it with your mother. She's afraid that you're 
gonna go off and do something stupid; she figures it would be better 
if you did it with a little supervision. She asked me to give you 
something. Originally, I was planning on giving it to you when you 
got a little older, but I guess I could give it to you now."

"What is it?" Jenny lifted her hand and opened it. Within was a small 
gold coin about the size of a quarter. Taking a close look at it, 
Donald noticed there was a goat head in profile embossed on its 
surface. "A gold coin? What good is that going to do me? Surely, you 
don't expect me to buy his love."

"Of course not. This coin grants wishes."

"Come on. You expect me to believe that? I may have been born at 
night, but not last night."

"Don't sass your elders, boy. Besides, you were born at 1:13 p.m. on 
a Tuesday, so that bit of colloquial witticism doesn't work."

"That's beside the point. A magic coin that grants wishes? That's 
like something right out of a fairy tale."

"Perhaps, but I assure you, it's true. It's called the Capricorn  coin."

"Capricorn? As in the sign of the Zodiac? It grants wishes when the 
signs are right?"

"You know, you're trying to be clever, but you're just gonna wind up 
with egg on your face. Let me show you something." Jenny reached down 
and pulled up the hem of her skirt. She spread her legs and said, 
"Take a look at my crotch."

Donald instinctively looked away, saying, "Aunt Jenny!"

"Don't worry about it. You're family. Besides, don't think I didn't 
notice all your little shenanigans when you were younger. You spent 
most of your preteen years trying to look up my skirt. I'm not going 
to let you touch, but since I'm giving you permission, it's okay to 
look."

Truth was, Aunt Jenny was right. She was hot, and despite the fact 
that she was Uncle Lewis's wife, Donald found himself fantasizing 
about her. He was always decently ashamed about that, but as a kid, 
he had spent a good deal of his time trying to peek up her skirts. 
Now, if he was being given a chance to fulfill that fantasy, no guilt 
involved.

He leaned over and took a look, shocked at what he saw. There, under 
her panties, was a very manly, very large bulge. He blurted out, 
"You've got a cock!"

"Yes, I know. And this is our secret. Other than Uncle Lewis, only 
your mother knows about this."

"Okay, but what is this supposed to prove? So you used to be a guy. 
They've got, like, pills and stuff that can make a guy look like a 
woman."

"Those pills and stuff are of limited efficacy. I suppose with enough 
money, a guy could wind up looking like me, but the plain fact of the 
matter is, I used the coin to wish myself to look like this, 
fantastic looks, natural triple D's, and a big ten incher. Even with 
surgery, you couldn't get that combination."

"Even assuming I believe you, why did you do it in the first place?"

"It was for your Uncle Lewis. We met in college. He knew he had been 
gay all his life, but only when he was away at college did he feel he 
could actually be actively gay without having his mother jump down 
his throat. We met at a party, and it was love at first sight. One 
year later, during Christmas break, Lewis took me home to meet the 
family."

"Grandma must have had a cow."

"Believe me, she did. She kept the whole thing pretty quiet though, 
as in silent treatment quiet. For the five days that I was there, I 
think she said maybe a dozen words altogether to me, and even fewer 
to Lewis. When we went back to college, he was morose. As asinine as 
your grandmother can be, Lewis still loved her dearly, and shutting 
him out like that was about the most effective punishment your 
grandmother could do.

"Then your Great Aunt Linda sent me this coin. As soon as I held it, 
I knew what it was and what it could do. I got Lewis and wished 
myself into this shape. Publicly, Lewis would be dating this perfect 
girl, but privately, we'd be doing, well, what two men would do to 
each other."

"Sounds crazy, but say I believe you. What's the catch?"

"The catch is the price the coin demands for its wishes. Capricorn is 
the symbol for the goat. Did you know that according to 
anthropologists the goat is one of the first, if not the first, 
animals domesticated for use by man in work?"

"So?"

"So the Capricorn coin, the goat coin, domesticates you. After the 
first wish, for every two hours you spend working outside the house, 
you have to spend one working on domestic chores within the home, 
cooking, cleaning, sewing, that kind of stuff, and you have to spend 
at least four hours out of every day working domestic chores, 
regardless of whether or not you work outside the home as well. After 
the second wish, you have to spend as much time working in the home 
as you do outside it, with a six hour minimum within the home. With 
your third and final wish, you can't work at anything but domestic 
chores, with at least eight hours being spent working everyday on 
domestic chores."

"Well, as long as he only wished one, or maybe two, wishes, that 
doesn't sound that bad."

"Really? Are you willing to give up your future in order to make a wish?"

"My future? I thought you said you just had to do domestic stuff."

"Tell me, Donald, what is it you'd like to do with your life? Do you 
want to be a doctor? Maybe a police officer? Or perhaps something 
more sedate like an accountant? That was what I wanted to be. Feel 
free to snicker. I loved numbers. Still do. When I go shopping, I can 
keep a running tally of literally hundreds of items in my head, but 
you put a set of accounting books in front of me, and my vision blurs 
or the number start jumping around. Regardless, I couldn't even add 
two numbers together."

"That started happening after just one wish?"

"No, it took all three wishes, but think about it. You're only 15, so 
you don't have to have made a firm decision on what you want to be, 
but you must have some idea. How good do you think you could get at 
that job, whatever it is, if one out of every three hours out of your 
day is spent working on other stuff? And that's with only one wish."

"Well, couldn't you work 40 hours or more during the week, then work 
off the coin during the weekends?"

"It doesn't work like that. However long you work in one day, as soon 
as you're finished, you're compelled to work off the time 
immediately, and that includes school work. You go to school for 
what, six or seven hours out of the day? Tack on a couple extra hours 
for homework, and you're up to around nine hours a day. With even one 
wish, you'll have to do another four and a half hours of housework."

"That's a pretty heavy schedule, but doable, and you would still have 
your weekends."

"After you did your minimum four hours of work, yes, but realize 
also, there's no free time in that. If you were to take even so much 
as a 15 minute break while doing your homework, you immediately shift 
into household work mode. When I made my wishes, I was in college. If 
I had the time between classes, I was compelled to rush home and 
clean, then rush back to school, even if that meant that I was only 
cleaning for five or ten minutes. And speaking of college, your mom 
may make a pretty good chunk of change as a legal secretary, but 
there's no way she gonna be able to handle your college costs all by 
her lonesome, which means, unless you get some big scholarships, a 
part-time job. Figure a light schedule of five hours of classes, two 
or three hours of homework, and five or six hours of job, and even 
with only one wish, you'll wind up needing to work six extra hours 
just cleaning your house or apartment."

"You don't make it sound real appealing."

Jenny shrugged. "How appealing it is, is up to you. Depending on how 
well you wish, the coin will give you the opportunity to get almost 
anything you'd like."

Jenny placed the coin into Donald's hand. As soon as he held it, 
images of everything Jenny had explained flashed through his mind. 
Immediately thereafter, Donald's mind started envisioning what he 
could wish for. He started to say, "I wish," but Jenny put her hand 
haltingly on his hands.

"Hold on a second, kid. Think what you're gonna say before you say 
it. My first wish was to have this fantastic body, but then I soon 
found out that no one knew who I was. I figured that once I made the 
wish, everyone would remember me as a fantastic babe, but instead I 
had to use a second wish to get myself an identity. Why don't you 
bounce your ideas of a wish off of me?"

"I was gonna wish that Lance would realize that he was really gay."

"What if he isn't gay? What if he is, like you, bisexual? And even if 
he is everything you've said already, his just realizing that he's 
gay doesn't mean that he's immediately gonna come chasing you. Have 
you two even met face-to-face?"

"Well, only in passing."

"Then maybe he would fall in love with you if he got a chance to know 
you. Or maybe you two were just meant to be best friends for the rest 
of your life. Maybe you should set the coin aside and try being his 
friend for a while."

"I tried getting closer to him, but he's got too many people around 
him all the time. Besides, now that I've got this coin, I don't think 
I could be satisfied with anything less than a complete relationship."

"I figured you'd say that. I wish that I had thought of these 
arguments before I showed you the coin, but what's done is done. What 
are you going to wish for?"

"I could wish that he'd love me like I loved him."

"Your great aunt made that mistake. She was sure that Uncle Nelson 
loved her in the same way that you are sure that Lance loves you, and 
she made just that wish. When she gave me the coin, she told me that 
most of the time she still believes that, but occasionally, she 
wondered if the only reason that he loved her was because of that 
wish."

"Well, what would you suggest I wish for?"

"I'd suggest that you wish to make a change in your own life. Wish to 
be a big, buff guy on the football team, so that you can get close to 
him. Or wish that you and he were already best friends, and then let 
whatever develops start from there."

Donald thought about it for a few seconds. Then, before Jenny could 
stop him, he blurted out, "I wish that I was a person whose body is 
perfect for inflaming all my soulmate's desires." Just like that, the 
rough, yet handsome young man was gone. In his place sat a pretty, 
young, Japanese girl with immense tits. Upon seeing those tits, the 
once boy exclaimed, "I'm a girl!" His hand immediately went to his 
crotch, and he said, "A full girl, too!"

-- 
"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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