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SRU : Better To Be Born Luc(k)y
by Paul1954
It was just another day for Samuel Thomas as he walked through the morning
drizzle on his way to the job centre. Walking down there to look for work
had become a daily occurrence for him, but there was usually little
available for someone with as few qualifications as he had! He had left
school with only two of the most basic of qualifications and had not had
any luck with securing a permanent job, picking up just the most menial of
temporary work.
He blamed his parents for his lack of prospects. He felt quite bitter about
them and, as he grew older, he knew that they had slowly eroded his
confidence by their lack of attention to his needs. They had never
encouraged him at school, taking no interest in anything he did, even when
asked to by Sam's teachers, and consequently his studies had tailed away
until there was no point in him carrying on any longer. Even now, they had
no real interest in him!
He thought back to his usual morning routine. He'd woken at half past eight
and had gone downstairs to get some breakfast only to be ignored by his
parents, who were too busy arguing about his father taking the day off sick
from work to pay him any attention. He could tell just from looking at him,
that his father's malaise was more down to last night's alcohol abuse,
rather any real sickness.
As he finished the toast that he'd made for himself, he had wondered if
things would have still been the same if he'd maybe been born the eldest,
rather that the youngest of four boys. He guessed that he'd been a mistake.
He must have been, with a ten-year gap between him and his next brother -
and he sometimes considered that things might have been better if he'd not
been born at all. All things considered he felt that at just seventeen
years of age he was firmly established as one of life's losers and all that
he now wanted to do was to get a job, earn some money, find his own place
and start to make his own way in life.
His mood was downcast as he entered the job centre. He searched the jobs
available and, picking up a card, he walked over to a spare interview desk
to see if he could arrange for an interview.
"Good morning Samuel, still trying for something as usual eh!" the
assistant said cheerily, as he looked up at his latest client.
"Yes Mr. Gooding. You know me - I never give up. I've seen this up on the
rack," he said, passing the card over to Mr. Gooding, "and as there's
nothing permanent I thought that this could maybe tide me over until
something better turns up".
"Ah yes" Mr. Gooding said as he read the card, "the new promotions job in
the shopping centre. If you want to wait a moment I will give them a call
and recommend that they take you on, allowing my recommendation to replace
the interview they would give you. I know they need help urgently and
they're looking for someone to start straight away".
"Would you - that'd be great!" Samuel said gratefully.
Mr. Gooding picked up the phone and started dialling. He was quite happy to
give Samuel help, whenever he could. He was a popular boy and all the staff
of the job centre were aware of his background, and also of his desire to
work himself out of it, and it impressed them. So many who passed through
these doors only wanted to justify being able to claim benefit, and he was
like a breath of fresh air. They all wanted his luck to change for him.
Samuel read a further education brochure as he waited. He had been
considering going back to studying in his spare time and was looking at the
available courses when his concentration was broken by Mr. Gooding's voice.
"Good news Samuel - they want you to start right away. It's only minimum
wages I'm afraid but if anything better comes along in the meantime, I'll
get in touch".
Samuel rose and shook Mr. Goodings hand.
"Thanks very much. I appreciate it" he replied, and headed off on the
fifteen minute walk to the shopping centre.
* * * * * * *
Samuel was grateful when his coffee break came around. He had spent the
remainder of the morning dressed up all in black, and wearing some stupid
white cap, while he handed out flyers to passers by. He was advertising the
world's most popular Irish stout and looked just like a living version
dressed as he was. He felt a complete fool, and it wasn't as if he even
liked the stuff!
He pulled of his cap and left it inside of the promotion stall, and set off
to the nearest coffee stall for a polystyrene cup of his favourite Java. As
he walked along he noticed a strange little shop that he could have sworn
hadn't been there this morning when he had arrived, but that couldn't be -
nothing could have been set-up in that sort of time. Besides, this place
looked like it had been there for years. He looked at the name "Spells `R
Us" and decided to go inside.
He was fascinated as he pushed open the wooden door and heard the tinkle of
a bell ringing to announce his presence. He hadn't seen anything like this
in years! He looked around at the weirdest assortments of exhibits and
smiled for the first in a while, as he thought about how it reminded him of
an old-fashioned type of the modern gadget shops. He loved those places.
Laser disks, lava lamps, digital whatnots - yes he was a sucker for those
things but there was nothing even remotely hi-tech about this place.
He was just browsing over by a main counter when he looked up and was
momentarily startled. An old man dressed rather eccentrically in something
that looked like a cheap bathrobe was standing there looking at him, his
face showing no expression. He could have sworn that he hadn't been there a
moment ago, and he had not heard him arrive. There was an embarrassing
moment's silence where he had expected the old man to greet him, but he
didn't say a word, so Samuel decided to break the silence himself.
"Eh - hello. I didn't see you there. I was just looking around," he said to
the old man.
The old man nodded and replied.
"I can see that Arthur".
Samuel was puzzled for a moment. His name wasn't Arthur - he must have been
mistaking him for someone else!
The old man saw his puzzled look and finally broke out in a smile.
"I'm sorry Samuel, just my little joke" and seeing the puzzled look that
remained on Samuel's face, continued.
"It was just how you were dressed you see. There's nothing much to you -
why you look to be only about five foot seven! Looking the way that you do
I thought that the name Arthur Guinness might be more appropriate - you
know `alf of Guinness" - you certainly don't seem big enough to be a full
pint!" he said, laughing at his joke.
Samuel just looked at the old man, and wondered just what on Earth was
going on here. He had always been sensitive about his size, often being
referred to as the runt of the litter in comparison to his taller brothers,
and didn't appreciate this at all. In his confusion Samuel had not even
noticed that the old man actually knew his real name as well, and got ready
to leave the shop!
Seeing that his attempt at humour was falling flat the old man decided to
stick to what he knew best, and decided to put his career as a comedian on
hold for a while.
"No wait - I wouldn't leave just yet. You've still got another twenty-
minutes of your break left and I think I can help you find what you are
looking for. Come with me - maybe there's something I can interest you in?"
he said to Samuel, spreading his arms to indicate the shops wares.
"Ho..how did you know how much time I had left?" Samuel asked him. He was
starting to get a funny feeling about what was going on here, at the same
time that he finally realised that the old man also knew his name!
"Details, details - just let me worry about that. I also happen to know
that you are not very happy with your life at the moment. Just accept for
now, that I could help to change your life, and get you out of the rut that
you're in if you will only trust me".
Samuel shrugged his shoulders and let the old man lead to the other corner
of his shop. He might as well humour him - after all, what did he have to
lose?
"Tell me Samuel" the old man said as he put an arm around his shoulder, "if
you could chose to change anything about yourself at this moment, what
would it be"?
Samuel was warming to this old man; he seemed harmless enough and decided
to open up to him.
"Well to be honest sir, I would love to be rich. It isn't really the money
that I'd want; it's just that it would just give me the chance to escape
from my current life and maybe to start again".
He paused for a moment, feeling a little guilty for asking for money.
"Maybe that is a little greedy, so I'd better wish for something else
instead" he said, and turned this thoughts inwards for a few moments before
continuing.
The old man felt warm inside. This was a good lad and he was enjoying his
company. Surely he deserved better than his current lot in life!
Samuel continued.
"I know what I'd want now sir. I have never seemed to get the breaks in
life that should have come my way. If only I could be lucky then maybe that
would change, and things might turn out a little better for me. Yes -
that's what I'd chose - I would like to be lucky!" he said firmly, his
spirits rising as he thought of what that could do for him.
His optimism soon fell again though, as he realised that this was all just
a dream. You couldn't just become lucky all of a sudden, could you?
"Well maybe it is already starting to happen for you. This could just be
your lucky day!" the old man said as he reached out and took a silver charm
from a shelf.
"This here is a four-leaf clover. It is extremely potent in granting it's
owner luck but you would have to be careful if you possessed it - such is
it's strength that it could have a major change on your life!" he said, as
he handed it to Samuel for him to inspect.
Samuel handled it gently, admiring the way that the veins from the clover's
leaves were so accurately portrayed. He also noted that it was far heavier
than it appeared to be and he knew that it must be worth quite a lot of
money. He passed it back to the old man and noticed a slight tingling
sensation as it left his hand.
"Well this appears to be just what I need I suppose" he said, not really
believing it was actually imbued with magic powers, but fascinated all the
same. "The problem is, I just don't have the kind of money that would allow
me to buy this!" he said with regret.
"You might just be surprised. You are my first customer today, and this
charm is, co-incidentally, on offer. It is available for only five pounds
as a special deal.
Samuel's interest rose again. For some reason he felt drawn to the charm
and this seemed too good an opportunity to pass by. He took out his wallet
and saw that he had exactly seven pounds and ninety-nine pence. He could
just afford the charm and still have enough to get something to eat.
"Okay - then I'll take it," he said, passing the old man a five-pound note.
The old man wrapped it for him, and passing it over to him.
"I think you have chosen wisely. Now you'd better get yourself something to
eat because you're running out of time. There's a burger meal just down the
corridor there for two pounds, ninety-nine and that should see you through
to tea-time".
Oh, and don't use the charm until you get home tonight" he said. "Just hold
the it and hope you'll get lucky. You may be surprised at the results," he
said, mysteriously. "I've always thought that it's better to be born lucky
than rich myself".
Samuel took the package and left the shop after thanking him. He wasn't
even surprised how the old man knew exactly how much he had on him - he had
this strange belief in him for some reason.
He got himself a meal and walked back to his job, passing where the strange
shop had been. He was actually rocked back on his heels as he looked at the
boarded up vacancy where the shop had been just ten minutes earlier.
"B..but that just can't be!" he exclaimed, and felt in his jacket pocket
just to check that the charm that he had bought was actually real, and that
he hadn't been imagining it! Finding that it was he just shook his head,
and went back to his job. He didn't want to think too much about what had
happened - he might just start doubting his own sanity!
* * * * * * *
The rest of the day dragged by for Samuel. He had had to endure enough
mockery to last a lifetime for the way that he was dressed, and he was
relieved when his shift ended and he took his days pay gratefully. He was
thankful that he was paid daily - maybe he just wouldn't bother going back
tomorrow - it just wasn't worth it!
His relief soon vanished, however, as he remembered that all he had to look
forward to was another depressing night at home, being ignored and resented
no doubt, in equal measures. As his mood darkened, he remembered the charm
he had bought and took it out of his pocket to have another look at it. As
he unwrapped the charm and held it in his fingers, he once again felt a
slight tingling come from it, but he just passed it off as his imagination.
He clutched the charm in his hand all the way home, getting a feeling of
comfort from it. As he walked in the door he saw his father fast asleep in
the chair, snoring for all he was worth and with an empty four-pack on the
floor. He just walked past him to the kitchen in disgust.
"Have you got any money on you dear - I've got to get your father some fish
and chips tonight - I can't be bothered to cook!" his mother said, standing
there with her hair in curlers.
Samuel didn't even bother to answer her and he walked straight upstairs to
his bedroom, shaking his head in despair. He sat on his bed and looked at
the four-leaf clover.
"Well come on then - it's about time that you started working for me. I
don't think I can take too much more of this" he said, almost pleading as
tears started to well up in his eyes.
Almost immediately he thought that he could detect heat emanating from the
charm, and within seconds he had to drop it on the floor, it was getting so
hot. He watched the silver start to change shape until it became a molten
puddle before, finally, evaporating. He didn't even notice that it hadn't
left a burn mark on his carpet.
"Oh great - I've been stung - so much for my change of luck!" was his last
thought before everything started fading and he blacked out.
* * * * * * *
Barbara and Michael Tillbrook looked down at the sleeping girl. She looked
so small in her hospital bed, like a little angel with her cute face framed
by her soft and golden hair. Michael held his wife's hand softly, stroking
her palm with his fingers in a vain attempt to soothe her.
"I still find it hard to believe what's happened to us" he said, broken-
hearted. "It took us six years before you could conceive, and when you
finally had our child it was like a gift from God to us both. We had the
most gorgeous, and beautiful little girl who looked just like her mother.
We look after her, giving her all of our love and everything that we had,
for four-years and then.. and then it's all taken away from us by one
drunken driver!" he sobbed, unable to contain his grief any longer.
This time his wife tried to console her husband. She held his hand and
spoke with a determination that surprised even herself.
"No - she has not gone yet- she's only sleeping. I will not give up on her
until there's no chance left"!
"I know darling, but the doctors said that there's little hope left now.
She's been like this for two weeks now, without a change in her condition.
How long can we keep her on life support? he said, and pulled back the
bedclothes from his daughter's body.
As they looked at her it was hard to tell that there was anything wrong.
Any bruising had gone during the last two weeks, and she looked almost
perfect as she lay there. The only thing that hintged that anything was
wrong were the drips that were attached to her arm, that were sustaining
her. It was all so unfair.
As Michael turned to hug his wife he heard a faint groan come from the bed.
They both turned around and saw their daughter's head move slightly.
Barbara leapt across to her daughter, as Michael grabbed for the panic
button that set off the alarm outside their room. He listened to the sirens
and saw the doctors running past, as if in a blur, as he stared wondrously
as his daughter opened her eyes.
* * * * * * *
Samuel groaned. He didn't know what had happened after his charm had gone
but he had suddenly awoken to mayhem! Someone was hugging him tightly, and
was then pulled away. A siren was ringing faintly in the distance, and
there were a whole bunch of people staring at him, and poking things in all
sorts of places, some of them which felt very unfamiliar to him!
He felt as if he was hallucinating and like he was floating. His body felt
so light that he decided just to lay still and let these strange people do
whatever was necessary to him for the moment. Maybe that burning charm had
set fire to the house or something, and he had been injured. With a bit of
luck maybe the whole house had burnt down, he thought.
Finally he was given an injection and eventually the furore died down until
there were only two people left in the room with him, a man and a woman who
both looked so concerned for him. He wondered who they were and started to
feel very sleepy as the woman leant across and kissed him.
"Oh Lucy, Lucy - we're so pleased that you've come back to us - I can't
believe how lucky we are!" was the last thing he heard before sleep claimed
him again, and left him wondering who they were talking about.
* * * * * * *
It was morning when Samuel woke again. He pulled his hands up to his eyes
and rubbed them gently, trying to wipe out the sticky stuff that had
gathered there during the night. He still felt strange; it hadn't seemed
that he had needed to reach so far as he was used to. He opened his eyes
cautiously, and saw a pair of chubby white hands, that were smooth and
unwrinkled.
He sat up slowly and noticed the golden hair that fell in front of his face
and started to get nervous. Just what the hell was going on here!
As he looked down further he saw that the bed seemed enormous and also that
he was wearing a small cotton nightgown. He was panicking now and pulled up
the nightgown to see that he was only wearing a small pair of plain pink
panties that looked suspiciously smooth where he would have normally
expected to have seen a bulge.
His small hands pulled down the panties and he saw just what he had
expected to see - a hairless pair of lips that he knew would lead to a
vagina - his vagina. His fingers felt along the smooth crevice as he sought
to confirm the evidence of his eyes. It felt so different down there, and
he briefly mourned the loss of his penis as he tried to make sense of what
had happened.
"I..I'm just a little girl!" she said, as she remembered the lucky charm
and how the old man had said it would change his life. Before she even got
a chance to marvel at how high, and how girl-like her voice sounded, she
heard a movement from across the room.
"You certainly are, and a very pretty one at that" came an unexpected reply
as she saw the same lady from yesterday walk in and smile at her warmly.
She was carrying a travelling bag that she proceeded to unpack, after first
kissing her on the forehead. She held up a small yellow dress, that had
tiny daisies all over it. She had a small pair of girl's shoes and a pair
of white ankle socks. She then took out a small hair band with which she
leant over and, after pushing the girls hair back, placed around her head.
She stood back for a moment and held up the dress and a pair of panties.
"Come on Lucy, I can't wait to get you dressed - the doctor's have told us
that there is no reason why we can't take you home again. Your daddy will
be here in a minute to collect us and it will make him so happy to see his
little girl all dressed and waiting for him".
Samuel, now Lucy, lifted up a leg as her mother helped her put on a clean
pair of panties. She let her `mother' pull the dress down over her head as
if in a daze, not being able to comprehend all that was happening to her,
and numbly accepted another hug and a kiss from her mother, as she sobbed
again - only this time it was from joy!
"Oh Lucy, you are just the luckiest little girl in the world. You are going
to grow up safe and sound, and you'll have so much love from us. Now let's
just look at you and we'll go and meet daddy" she said, as Barbara led her
daughter to a mirror.
Lucy looked at the reflection, and saw that she looked just like any other
four-year old girl. She looked at her mother's reflection, as she stood
next to her, and noticed how strong the resemblance was, and how much like
her she was. She was also very pretty and she knew that she would, one-day,
turn out just like her in all probability.
She thought back to her life as Samuel, and to how miserable she had been.
Maybe this had all worked out for the best after all, she thought. After
all, how bad could it be growing up to be a beautiful girl!
She put her hand out and grabbed her mother's hand.
"I love you mummy" she said, and knew that she really did, as her mother
hugged her warmly.
She mentally thanked the old man as she skipped out of the hospital room to
meet her daddy.
The End
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