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Spells R Us: In Appreciation
by Ellie Dauber
"If there's no other business, then the Work Group meeting is
adjourned." Ann Sellers closed her notebook and looked around the room.
The rest of the members, representatives from a dozen different
companies that her employer did business with, did the same. No one said
a word. Especially about how they thought she'd done running the
meeting.
They'd been working all afternoon, trying to develop this proposal for a
major government contract. Everybody looked a little frazzled from a day
of very hard work. She tucked her white blouse into the skirt of her
blue woman's business suit and patted at a strand of hair that had come
loose from the bun she normally wore it in at the office. It was still
mostly dark blonde, but at forty seven, she had already found more than
a few grey hairs.
Ann was the only woman in the group, and she knew that she'd been
elected as chair solely as a compromise. But she'd worked hard to prove
herself. A lot of the final language in the proposal was hers. She'd
drawn the group together, settled a number of minor issues before they'd
grown into major hurdles, and she, at least, thought that the job was
better for it.
But had one of these hot shots said thank you? No. They were all to
busy trying to figure out how they were going to claim the credit. It
was the story of her life: work hard, get the job done, and see somebody
else walk off with the glory. It wasn't because she was a woman, though
that was part of it. She just had a talent for not being appreciated.
It was the same way in her marriage. Steve wasn't a bad husband. He
loved her. He didn't go chasing after other women. He just didn't seem
to pay attention to her. That was what hurt the most. She wasn't a
partner in her husband's life, so much as she was a fixture in his life.
It was late enough in the day that Ann decided to play hooky from the
office. She could give her report to her boss in the morning. He and
most of the rest of the office staff would be gone by the time she could
drive in from the suburb where the meeting had taken place. She didn't
live too far away, so she had a good hour before she had to head for
home. Plenty of time to do a little shopping before she had to go home
and fix dinner.
She pulled into a parking space near a side entrance to a large nearby
mall. There were a couple of nice dress shops near this entrance.
"There's even a Victoria's Secret", she thought. "I can buy something,
so at least Steve will notice me in bed." Her spirits buoyed a little
by the idea of getting something "naughty", she headed into the mall.
But the nearest of the dress shops was closed for inventory. She didn't
quite remember where the Victoria's Secret was. A few minutes later,
she realized that she was lost in a section of the mall she didn't
recognize.
Most of the stores were chain outfits, but one had a name she'd never
heard of, "Spells R Us". It looked like a curio shop with all sorts of
strange items in the window. "Some kind of New Age Pier One," she
thought. "Well, it won't hurt to look."
There was an old-fashioned bell over the door that rang as she walked
through. The place was shelves floor to ceiling with a weirder array of
stuff than she'd seen in the window. Somehow it looked bigger inside,
too. There was a man sitting behind the counter reading a book. He
looked like a skinny Santa in an old cloth robe. "Must be some sort of
store costume," she thought.
"No, Ann," said the man. He closed the book carefully and turned to
look up at her. "Actually, I'm a wizard, and these are my work
clothes."
"How did you know my name. Oh, wait a minute, I must still be wearing
my tag from the meeting." Since many of the people at her meeting hadn't
known one another, she'd suggested that they use clip-on name tags and
table signs where they sat. She was still wearing hers on her jacket.
"Even if you did have a badge on, I called you by name before I turned
to read it. I told you, I'm a wizard, Ann. Now what can I do to help
you?"
"I don't think anybody can help me, except me." She was astounded by
her honesty. Why was she saying these things to a store clerk that
she'd just met? "Nobody seems to appreciate me, to support me in what
I'm trying to do."
"Hmm, let me see what I have for that." The wizard's mind raced. He
really felt sorry for this woman. All mortals craved appreciation; they
needed it as much as food or air. Most got it from somebody: a spouse,
a parent, a boss, a friend. It seemed that this one didn't, and she
sorely needed it. He thought a while and finally came up with a
solution. It was a little complicated, but he knew from even his quick
scan of her mind that she was an intelligent woman. It should work.
"Excuse me for a minute, please." He rose and went behind a curtain
that separated the front of the store from a work area behind. He
returned almost at one with two pill bottles. There was a single green
pill in one and a handful of smaller white pills in the other.
"This should do the trick, but it will only work once. Put the green
pill and one of the white pills into the food of the person that you
want to appreciate you. Then take another of the white pills. Take only
one. Don't worry about the rest, they lose their potency in about
twenty four hours."
"Then what happens."
"The white pill will transform you into someone more worthy of
appreciation. The green pill creates a link between you and one other
person, transforming him or her into a person more able to appreciate
you in your new form. Wait a half hour after the other person takes the
pills before you take your."
"Just appreciate me. That's all?"
"Isn't that why you came here today? Only those who need this store can
find it. But, if love is already there, it will grow stronger as well.
We love best what we appreciate."
It was a good line. With that trick of knowing her name, this guy had
Ann almost convince that he was a wizard. If nothing else, it would
make a good story. "Okay, how much?"
"I like you, Ann, but you're a little bit too cynical. Let's say one
hundred dollars."
It was pretty pricey, but she could afford it. She made good money, and
there was a bonus promised if the proposal got finished in time. The
meeting today had assured that it would. She took her wallet from her
purse and counted out five twenties. Then the wallet and the two pill
bottles went back into the purse.
The old man looked at a clock on the wall behind him. It hadn't been
there a minute before -- had it? "You had best be going, Anne. It's
almost 5 PM, and your Steve's coming home early tonight."
"How did you know?"
"I told you, I'm a wizard. Come back tomorrow and let me see how the
magic worked."
"I will," she said. She shook her head as she left the store. She was
actually beginning to believe him. She must have mentioned Steve's name
while she talked.
She drove home, a well furnished apartment in a condo just off the
highway. She and Steve had always planned to buy a house with a yard
when kids came. But none had. They were settling down now to being
comfortably middle-aged, and the condo fit them well enough. She went
in, changed into a pink sweater and slacks set, and began fixing dinner.
Ann liked to cook, and she was pretty good at it. More than once,
friends had asked her to help with the food for a party. Sometimes,
they even invited her to come to the party. Though the occasional
invitation was usually all the thanks that she seemed to get. Steve
didn't notice her cooking much either, even when she made a favorite
like tonight's beef stew.
"Time I did something about that," she thought. The stew was almost
done. She turned down the heat to let it simmer, stirred it one more
time, and went to the table by the door where she normally left her
purse and took out the two pill bottles. She put them in her apron
pocket and went in to set the table for supper.
As the wizard -- maybe he really was a wizard -- had said, Steve got
home about fifteen minutes early. His boss had been called out of town
to one of the branch plants, and the whole office had let itself go home
early. While he went to wash up, she put the food on the plates. She
reached into her pocket and took out the pill bottles. The green pill
and one white pill went onto the stew on one plate. She began to stir
the medicine into the stew only to see the two pills melt away as if
they were hot butter.
"That should make it easier," she said to herself.
Steve came in just as she set the food onto the table; stew, salad, peas
served on two patterned plates. She put them down on the table and sat
down. She'd already filled a pitcher with chilled bottled water and put
it on the table.
She looked at Steve as he sat down. He was wearing an old sweat shirt
from his college and a pair of jeans. He was the same age as her, but
men wore their years better. Grey hair helped them, instead of hurting
their looks as it did to women. When she'd ben in college, she'd
thought he looked like Robert Redford. Both men were older now, but she
still saw the resemblance. She sighed. "If only he still looked at me
like I still look at him."
The meal was eaten mostly in silence. A little shop talk about what
they'd done all day, but not much more. He did surprise her at one
point. "The stew tastes different tonight," he said without looking up
from the plate.
Not better or worse, just different. She could hardly admit what she'd
done. "I decided to experiment with a little different mix of spices. Do
you like it?"
"Hmm, I guess. It's not too bad." That was it. No "I like it" or "I
hate it." Just "Not too bad."
"That stuff had better be strong magic," she thought grinding her teeth.
"It's got a lot to overcome."
Steve cleared the table, putting the dirty dishes in the dish washer.
While she put the leftovers into the refrigerator. Then he went into
the living room to check the mail and read his paper.
Ann looked at the kitchen clock. Thirty minutes. It was now or never.
She took one of the white pills and swallowed it with a glass of water.
She felt a warmth in her stomach. It seemed to flow out through her
whole body. She felt a tingling sensation in her fingers and looked
down at them. The skin was drawing tight on her hands, erasing the
bagginess that had come with age. They looked young and supple. Her
skin darkened to the sort of tan that took days of work to achieve.
The tingling moved up her arms past the sleeves of the sweater. She saw
her arms darken to match the tan and actually could feel her skin
firming up. It spread to the rest of her body. Her breasts, sagging a
bit from age, seemed to firm up, actually seemed to grow larger under
her sweater, and for the first time in years, it seemed, her nipples
were erect, pushing out against the fabric of her bra.
Now she felt the tingling move down past her waist, a waist that grew
smaller even as her hips grew wider. Her slacks changed to match her
new figure. They also grew a bit to tighter to show it off better.
Ann began to wonder about her face. The tingling was moving up her
neck. She traced it with er hand. She had no wattle at her throat any
more, and the skin on her cheeks seemed firm to the touch. But you
generally can't tell wrinkle by touch. At least, not at forty seven.
She took a small hand mirror from a kitchen drawer. No wrinkles, no
crow's feet at the eyes. She looked like she was in her early twenties.
Frantic hands undid her hair from the bun. It hung down, a glorious
golden braid that lacked any trace of grey. She looked like she had at
twenty. No, she looked like she had wanted to look like when she was
twenty.
"He'll appreciate me, now," she thought. But would he? Her new
confidence melted away in a rush of self-doubt. Steve had always
thought of himself as the ultimate, rational man. What had happened to
her wasn't rational. It was magic. "What if he rejects me? What if he
throws me out?"
There was only one solution for her. If one pill made him appreciate
her, two or three would make him worship her. He would never throw her
out. She took second pill and waited for the results.
They weren't long in coming. She felt the warmth in her stomach, again.
Then the tingling that spread through her body. Much faster this time,
it seemed. Then a new effect hit her. She began to feel dizzy. It was
suddenly hard to concentrate, as if things were being blotted from her
mind.
She went into the den to sit down. As she walked, Ann didn't notice
that she was getting small, growing younger. Her woman's figure
becoming less voluptuous as she reverted to a teen. Her clothes seemed
to shrink with her, always fitting. Her breasts, grown to 38-D from the
first pill, shrank from melons to apples to plums before disappearing
back into her chest. By the time she reached the den, she was about
twelve. Her lacy push up bra had reverted to a training bra and was
about to transform into a little girl's undershirt. There were pictures
of Disney characters on her panties.
She sat down near the TV and turned it on. Sesame Street was just
starting. To the four year old that she had become in mind as well as
in body, this was a treat. She sat giggling and repeated her numbers
with the Count and Big Bird.
Steve had been just as radically affected. The feedback from the first
pill had rejuvenated him as well. Twenty-three and feeling his
virility, he was on his way into the kitchen when Annie had foolishly
taken the second pill. His original plan was to take his wife, the most
wonderful wife a guy could have, into the bedroom and to show her how
much he loved her in their favorite way.
Now, the second pill took effect. He sensed Ann was in the den and
turned. A wave of dizziness swept over his body as his reality re-wrote
itself again.
Steve grew smaller and less muscular. The hair on most of his body
faded, while the hair on his head grew long. It reached his neck and
formed into a ponytail. Breasts slowly formed beneath his sweat shirt,
pushing it out as they grew to a 36-C. His t-shirt changed as well,
growing shorter as it snuggled around his new breasts to become a cotton
bra.
His waist narrowed as his hips widened, and his legs grew supple with a
delightful feminine curve. If he had been aware of what was happening,
Steve would have felt his penis shrinking, moving up between his now
empt scrotal sacs even as they became the labia at the entrance to his
new vagina. His jeans changed into a pair of woman's jeans, while his
sneakers turned a bright pink.
The hair on his face vanished except for the two much narrower eyebrows.
His cheek bones raised as his nose shrank. His lips became fuller, and
now there was lipstick on them, just as there was now blusher on his
cheeks.
Suddenly the fog in his -- no, in her mind cleared, and Stephanie walked
through the door into the den. The condo had changed as well. They
were now in a smaller apartment in a rental section of the same complex.
The furnishings were comfortable, if not too expensive or new. The sort
of thing that a young secretary and single mother could afford. That
was what Stephanie was now, though she still worked for the same
company.
Annie looked up as she sensed her mother enter the room. "Mommy, mommy,
I was counting with Big Bird and the Count. I know all my numbers."
"Very good, Annie. You're a very smart girl." Stephanie knelt down and
hugged the child.
*****
"Well," said the wizard putting away his viewing crystal. "That could
have gone better. But Ann did get what she wanted. After all, nobody
appreciates and loves a little girl like her mother."
The End
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