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"I wish I had your problems..." An Anonymous Amulet Story
A modern fable by Caleb Jones
Janet Battle lived with her boyfriend in Seattle. They were pretty much like
any young couple. They had a few fights, a few friends, occasionally, a few
beers, and more than a few good times spent in each other's company. Janet
worked as a secretary at the Whesson Oil Company. Some of her bosses were
pretty slick characters and several often hit on her but she loved her
boyfriend Frank and always turned them down. She was used to it, though, ever
since she matured early into a double DD bra wearer by the time she was
thirteen and a half.
Her newest superior, one Roger Jackson, wouldn't take no for an answer. He
was careful not to bug her when others were around, but told her on several
occasions he wouldn't quit until he got what he wanted. What he wanted, he
often reminded her was to get her in bed and wrap his hand around her big
bosom...although 'bosom' was never the word Roger chose to use when he
commented on her breasts. Of course, Janet had heard all the names long
before, back in junior high, high school and college. By college, though,
most of the boys had become men and learned a bit of discretion regarding her
bosom. But not all of them. Especially, not Roger.
It wasn't as if she wanted to be that big. She would have preferred to be a
little smaller, particularly since she often had an aching back from carrying
such a big load on her front chest. It was just one of those problems a girl
her size had to put up with if she didn't want to undergo corrective surgery,
and Janet had a fear of hospitals. Her mother had passed away after a lengthy
bout with cancer when she was a little girl and that had left a strong
impression on her to associate doctors and hospitals with death instead of
preserving life.
Too top it all off, after Roger's latest proposal, her period signaled its
arrival with the customary painful cramps and other symptoms which often
caused her to call in sick several days a month. She could write the
definition of ther term PMS. She took a Midol for the pain and tried to
finish out the day.
The office mail boy came by a bit later and Janet received a strange package
in the office mail. It was wrapped in nondescript paper with only her name
printed on the package. She opened it up and discovered it held an amulet. It
was pretty, without being overtly feminine. In fact, it could be worn just as
easily by either sex. She held it against her bosom to see how it would hang.
There was no way anyone could have known it was magically triggered to grant
the wearer's wish if he or she used one of a dozen or so properly phrased
wishes.
Roger, who was spying on her, had observed her confusion after finding no
identification on the box or a card to tell who the sender was. He saw her
obvious pleasure in the ornament and never one to miss an opportunity,
casually wandered over to her and asked Janet how she liked 'his' gift. A
cramp hit her in the gut and she started to cry. "I don't need a problem with
you on top of everything else!" she screamed at him referring to her usual,
painful, PMS and the onslaught of her period. She looked up to the ceiling
towards whatever god might wait beyond and made a silent prayer. Then she
looked back at Roger and the creepy smile on his smarmy face. "I really don't
need a problem with you today, Roger!" Disgusted, she tossed the amulet at
him. "Keep your gifts away from me, JERK!" Then, she ran off to the ladies
room for a good cry.
Him, a problem? Roger laughed! He knew he was getting to a woman when she
started throwing stuff at him. And he was getting to Janet, he could sense it
from the strength of her throw! A little more pressure and she would be his.
Then he could turn his attentions to the new blonde goddess who the company
hired last week. He picked up the amulet and studied it. It was attractive
without being designed for a specific sex. He could see why Janet liked it.
In fact it would look good on his new shirt! He put it on. A shiver went down
his spine. It did look good! Janet's loss was his gain. Maybe he could use it
to lure her to his bed after all. Then he would show her what a problem he
could be to a woman!
What kind of problems could Janet have, anyway. She was stacked, and with a
body like that, she could have any man she wanted! If looking good were a
problem he could live with it. He looked around to see if Janet had returned.
Janet was walking back down the hall. In a moment of childish anger, she
stuck her tongue out at him and went off to another part of the office to
avoid his advances.
Roger was furious! "Like I could be a problem to any woman..." Roger thought
to himself. "I always leave them wanting more!" The only problems Roger had
were at work. He spent so much time trying to make time with the ladies that
his work suffered and he had been warned by his superiors to shape up and get
the job done earlier that day. He needed to let off some steam and he
couldn't yell at his employers, so Janet was the logical choice after her
latest rejection.
He stormed off to her office and confronted Janet with his own built up
emotions. "Believe me, Babe, I'd make sure you had a real good time if we got
together! I can't believe having a good time with me is a problem for you.
You don't have any idea what real problems are like! I WISH I HAD YOUR
PROBLEMS instead of my own!"
Suddenly Roger got seasick and his vision blurred. The key words had been
spoken and a wish was granted. The amulet on his chest got red-hot, so hot he
tore it off before it could burn him. Then he passed out.
When he came to, a bunch of women surrounded him. He was lying on a couch in
what looked like a fancy bathroom. One of the women was talking to him.
"Take it easy, honey. You probably just lost too much blood this month. You
should put more iron in your diet. We thought you were kidding like usual
when you said this was the worse period you have ever had. You go home and
take it easy for a few days, Janet, and we will cover for you."
Roger looked around for Janet but she was not among the women. Then he saw
her a little further off, only she was just a reflection in the mirror. She
was lying on a couch just like him. He waved at her to get her attention and
let her see how nice all these women were being to him, but Janet copied his
movements like a mime, mimicking him. He suddenly realized his hand looked
strange as it waved at her. His fingers were thin and he had rings that he
didn't wear. His fingers were painted red. The whole arm was very thin and
didn't belong to him!
He touched his face with the foreign arm and watched the reflection of Janet
do the same! Roger wasn't the biggest brain on the planet but he didn't have
to look down to know a female body like the one in the mirror would be there.
The sight of two double d's thrusting out from his chest was too much for him
to handle. He screamed a high-pitched feminine scream before fainting again.
Finally, Roger came to. Still disoriented, he thanked the women who were
still keeping watch on him and they helped him up and fixed the makeup on the
face of Janet reflected back at him in the mirror. Then, he slowly maneuvered
his high heeled feet as best he could and he started down the hall. He had to
find Janet. She must have done this to him somehow and she must be able to
change him back! He entered his office and stopped in shock.
Roger Jackson sat in his chair with a big smile on his face. He had to be
Janet somehow! He was Roger, not this imposter! Roger got out of the chair
and walked over to... Roger. He pinched him on his wide, skirted butt to wake
up but the horrible experience of seeing his own body while stuck in Janet's
busty body continued.
"It looks like you DO have my problems now, BABE! And that suits me just
fine!"
Roger, for the first time in his life, was at a loss for words. He felt an
overwhelming urge to cry and ran out of the office, his own deep, masculine
voice loudly laughing behind him. He had to get away from all this madness. A
woman from the bathroom saw him waiting by the elevator. She grabbed Janet's
jacket and purse and rushed them over to the distraught girl as she got into
the elevator.
Roger stared at the purse and sighed. He obviously didn't have his wallet and
keys in the short skirt he was stuck inside of. In some freakish way, he had
become Janet Battle. If he had her problems now, then he had her car and
apartment now as well. And the cramp in her gut was now his, too. Was her
body ill? Maybe that was why she had stolen his? Another cramp doubled him up
as he rode the elevator to the garage. He was convinced! This new body had to
be dying! He groped his big new breasts intending to feel up Janet's body
before it killed him but even his new breasts hurt.
He wished he had his own problems back... but nothing happened. There was
only one wish granted to the wearer of... the amulet.
The End.
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