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The Wish Coin: A Legal Tale
Ellie Dauber
Copyright 1999
"We find for the Defendant," the jury foreman said. "And we direct the
Plaintiff to pay damages and court costs in the amount of $25,000."
"Belsky, you're dead meat!" Eli Haney screamed.
"Mr. Haney, please," his lawyer said. "We can appeal, but you have to be
quiet." Haney scowled, but he stopped yelling. He gritted his teeth, he
glared at almost everybody in the courtroom, but he _did_ stop yelling.
Alexander M. Belsky, Attorney at Law, looked over at the red-faced man
yelling at him from behind the Plaintiff's Table. The trial had gone well.
Most people would have thought that Haney had an open and shut case. Pete
Marsden, Belsky's client, had a long history of fraud. He'd managed to
convince Haney's mother to sign just about everything she had, her house,
his father's estate, and her life savings, some $650,000 in all, over to a
phony charity scheme. Then, when the woman changed her mind, he'd just fled
to the Bahamas, rather than return any of it.
Haney and his attorney had spent the better part of a year gathering the
evidence in what should have been an open and shut case. It would have
been, except that Marsden had hired Belsky. Belsky knew the law cold, and he
knew it well enough to find a tiny loophole. Then he'd "found" some
evidence that not only stretched the loophole until it was big enough for
Marsden to wriggle threw, but it had also managed to get the jury to make
Haney pay him for it.
Belsky turned and shook Marsden's hand. "Congratulations, Pete. I guess
you can go back to the Islands, now."
"Congratulations, to you, Mr. Belsky. I thought they had me for sure."
"Nonsense, I told you we'd win."
"You certainly did, Counselor."
"And I told you what it would cost. With those damages, my bill will be
$175,000."
"That's a lot of money, Counselor."
"It beats giving back what you stole from Haney's mother -- and doing time
for it."
"True. I'll be over later with my check."
"With your _certified_ check."
"You don't miss a trick, do you."
"Of course not, that's why you hired me in the first place, isn't it?"
* * * * *
Haney left the CourtHouse in disgust. A trial was supposed to be about
justice, not about who had the better lawyer. "Justice" was what he's
promised his mother, promised her on her deathbed. That was the motivation
for the trial in the first place.
Haney's mother had kept back enough to take care of herself. The Haney's
were Brahmins, among the oldest families in Boston. They may not have been
among the richest, but he and his brothers were more than wealthy enough to
care for her.
The family thought they had considered every possibility. They just hadn't
planned on the pancreatic cancer that had taken her a few months later.
Breaking that promise hurt more than losing the case did.
He walked slowly past the vendors on the mall outside the CourtHouse and on
down towards the Empire Club for a drink. He needed a drink. Then, maybe a
long steam or some racquetball to work out his frustration.
Suddenly his foot touched - kicked something metallic. He looked down to
see some kind of coin skittering to a stop a foot or two ahead of him. Eli
Haney had collected coins since he was a boy. Both his father and
grandfather had owned their own collections; grandfather's was in the
Smithsonian. It was unlikely, but rare coins were where you found them.
The coin before him was about the size of a fifty-cent piece. It looked to
be made of gold - brass more likely. It was some sort of souvenir piece
with an Arabian lamp on one side and the legend "Good For One Wish" on the
other. "Might be make for a good story at the Club," he said forcing a
smile. He picked up the coin and put it in his pants pocket.
* * * * *
His lawyer, Sherman Winchester, was waiting for him at the club. "I thought
you'd come here, Eli. Can I buy you a drink?"
"Just what the doctor ordered."
"My father's the doctor, but I don't need medical training to recognize
pain. I'm truly sorry for what happened. I was sure that we had them."
"So did I."
"Belsky did it. That smug S.O.B. really got us."
"Smug's the word. I spent the whole trial staring at that slimy face of
his."
"I'm afraid so, but he certainly knows his way around a courtroom. I just
wish I could have taken him down a peg or two for you."
"I'll tell you what I wish. I wish he weren't the arrogant bastard he was.
I wish he was some kid just out of law school, still brilliant - I'll give
him that - but uncertain of himself and his world. And I wish I could be
there to see it."
Eli had always had the habit of talking with his hands. When he was a
child, his parents had told him to keep his hands in his pockets. He still
had the habit when he got upset. His left hand was in his pocket now, and
his fingers brushed against the coin as he spoke. He felt the coin somehow
begin to grow warm as it granted his wish.
* * * * *
Alan Belsky was working at Belsky and Associates going over the notes for
his next case, a negligence suit against Boston General. There wasn't a lot
of substance to the suit, but there _was_ the strong possibility of a very
large settlement to avoid bad publicity.
He looked up suddenly sensing someone - something in the office. He called
into the intercom for somebody to check it. There was no answer. The
office manager had left the firm a few days before to get married. He
hadn't gotten around to hiring a replacement yet. The only other people in
the office were Johnny and Rich, two of the junior associates.
He stood up to see what was going on when the wish began to take effect.
Belsky froze. His body shrank as he grew years younger, shedding almost
thirty years of a sedentary lifestyle. His thin graying hair filled out as
it regained its original light brown color. Wrinkles smoothed out in his
face, and the muscles beneath his skin grew taut. He vanished from the
Senior Partner's office to appear a moment later in one of the smaller
associates' offices. On the wall, a diploma from the Harvard School of Law
listed Alan M. Belsky as a graduate of the class of 1996.
But the changes continued.
Belsky shrank, going from six foot two to five foot four. His body grew
slender, even for his new size. His face softened, jaw curving, nose
shrinking, cheekbones rising. His eyebrows became narrow lines. His hair
grew out, straightening as it did, until it hung at his shoulders.
Lipstick, eyeshadow, and blusher appeared as if painted on by an invisible
brush.
His figure became more feminine, hips widening, arms and legs becoming
smooth and supple. His nipples enlarged then moved outward as breasts grew
out from his chest. Small breasts, only 34 B, but they were more than
enough for his new, much smaller body.
Then his body became her body. His penis shrank down to less than a half
inch in length before settling in between the labia that his scrotal sack
had become. The testicles themselves rose up into his body to become new
ovaries leaving a newly formed vagina behind them.
Now his - her clothes began to change. At first, the suit merely shrank
down to fit her new size. Then her shirt became a silk blouse, the tie
transforming into a gold necklace. Beneath the blouse, her undershirt
shrank down to contain her new breasts in the silky bra that it had become.
His jockey shorts were transformed into a pair of matching high-cut panties.
Belsky's jacket altered to a feminine cut. Her pants formed into a single
tube that inched its way up her legs, until it finally stopped, a mini-skirt
several inches above her knees. Argyle socks followed the pants up her legs
joining at the crotch to become a pair of smoky panty hose. The laces
vanished from her male shoes as they became a pair of woman's pumps with a
two-inch heel.
The two associates suddenly found themselves five years older, working in
matched offices that were now theirs as the senior partners. Even as the
name of the firm changed on the stationary and the doors to the suite of
offices, the name on Belsky's diploma changed from Alan M. Belsky to Ally
McBeal.
Memories changed to match. Rich - he much preferred the name Richard --
Fish and Johnny Cage were the founders of the firm. Ally was now one of
their associates.
* * * * *
If that had been the extent of Eli Haney's wish, he would have been
satisfied. There was no Alan Belsky for Marsden to hire. He never heard of
Fish and Cage, they seldom handled suits of the type Haney had brought
against him. The lawyer Marsden had hired was good, but he was honest.
Marsden had lost and was now wintering in the Massachusetts State
Penitentiary rather than heading back to the Bahamas.
Unfortunately, Haney had wanted to "be there" to see Belsky's new life.
Even as the wish finished transforming Belsky, it began to work on Haney.
He vanished from the bar of the Empire Club - and from its memory. Eli
Haney had never been born. It was his brothers, Seth and Daniel, who had
pursued the case as a criminal, rather than a civil one. It was their
victory that had put Marsden in prison for the next ten years.
Eli suddenly found himself standing in the offices of Fish and Cage. He was
dizzy from the sudden change in location and put a hand down on a desk to
steady himself; a small feminine hand with long polished nails.
Haney shrank down to five foot six. His closely cropped black hair grew out
in blond waves to the middle of his back. His face rounded, changing to a
peaches and cream complexion. His eyebrows narrowed as his lips became.
His body altered from male angularity to a mass of feminine curves. Breasts
grew out from his breasts, not stopping until they had reached a pillowy
38-C. His waist narrowed as his hips and butt widened and rounded. His
legs became long, smooth, and supple. His male organs vanished forever to
be replaced by a woman's vagina. The inverted triangle around it showing
that he was now a natural blonde.
The arms shrank away from his jacket as it changed into a pink vest. Shirt
and pants became a single garment that flowed across his - no, her body to
become a sleeveless print dress that hugged her new curves, cut low to show
the tops of his breasts. As the pants transformed, the now-useless magic
coin dropped from the vanished pocket, almost reaching the ground before it
too vanished. His tie became a thin silver chain with a pendent that rested
just above - and called attention to - her breasts.
Beneath the dress, Eli's t-shirt and undershorts became a blue silk teddy.
Her socks rose up her legs to become a pair of stockings held in place by a
matching blue garter belt. Her body lifted as a pair of oxfords changed to
woman's shoes growing a three inch heel.
Memories shifted again. Eli Haney looked down at the files on her desk. It
was quitting time, and she - Elaine, Fish and Cage?s office manager, had a
hunk waiting for her at the bar in the lobby. With a sexy giggle of
anticipation, she grabbed her purse and headed out for her date. She made a
mental note to look in on her friend, Ally, the next day. Ally always
seemed so confused and out of place. Elaine didn?t really know why, but she
liked to keep an eye on what Ally was doing with her life.
The End
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