Message-ID: <38854asstr$1035105002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <jrdss@pobox.alaska.net> Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: <a05111a00b9d7fb94db89@[209.112.158.216]> From: J R D <jrdss@pobox.alaska.net> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 19 Oct 2002 22:44:22 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Zodiac Coin: Capricorn (tg, teen) [1/3] Date: Sun, 20 Oct 2002 05:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/38854> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates 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 ------------------------- DISCLAIMERS ------------------------- 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. ------------------------- Now onto the fun stuff ------------------------- 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 -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+