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BAD WISHING 8: THE SINGER
It started with a trip to my cousin's, although I need to explain a little
about my background. I'm the lead singer in an all girl band. Well, now
I'm the co-lead, but that's getting ahead of the story. Originally, it
wasn't planned to be all-girl. My husband and I met in choir back when I
was in seventh grade, and immediately hooked up, first as fellow singers,
then as boyfriend and girlfriend. Pretty much from the first day we were
together, we talked about how we wanted to be singers in a rock band.
But then, when we were in 9th grade, Timmy, my husband, made a stupid,
STUPID mistake. He started smoking. He quit only three years later in our
senior year, but by then the damage had been done. He had lost his singing
voice. For good, we thought.
In college, we started looking for a band. Timmy may not have been able to
sing anymore, but he knew the business, and was taking the classes to know
more, so he became the manager. We didn't intend it to be an all-girl band
when we did the auditions, it just worked out that way. Our band was Erin,
the keyboardist, Julie on base guitar, and Diane on drums, with me, Dana
once O'Malley now Abbott playing guitar and singing vocals. We cut a demo
and Timmy took it to a producer. He was interested and asked us all in.
Then we made a mistake. You see, other than being all women, we had
something else in common. We were all incredibly well-endowed. Julie's
our smallest at a D cup, Diane is a sizable E, I'm a whopping F, and Erin
is, was, our largest at G, and it's all natural. Our mistake was that we
let the producer bill our publicity on that. He told us that by using our
breast size, we'd be able to get a firm foot hold on male listeners,
particularly the 13-19 demographic. Hence, "D Plus" was born. "Starting
at D and going up from there," was what our publicity was based on.
Timmy didn't like it. He thought if we based ourselves on our boobs, we'd
wind up working twice as hard to prove ourselves. Timmy was right. Damn
it, our music is good, but the critics (particularly the women) treated us
like we were 4 little sex kittens doing a soft core porn show for our fans.
But that all changed when I stopped in to visit my cousin Maya. I expected
to stop in and visit with her and her husband Leo. Imagine my surprise
when I found her living with this cutie, this female cutie, named Lee Ann.
They had two babies and both were starting to bulge with buns in the oven.
I guessed they were both about 4 or 5 months along.
I asked where Leo was. Maya got a bit evasive, not answering me, before
Lee Ann said, "Leo disappeared about the same time that Maya got pregnant
with our first child."
"So Leo abandoned you for getting pregnant? I thought he wanted children
as much as you did."
Maya got a real weird look on her face and said, "Can't be helped now. So
how's the music tour going?"
I got the distinct feeling she was changing the subject. I thought just
because she didn't like talking about it. "It's great. Still having a
tough time with the press, though."
"And how is Tim?"
"Fine."
I guess I was a little melancholy, because she asked, "What's wrong? You
two fighting?"
"No. Nothing like that. It's just Timmy's a great manager, but he hurts
being around us. He wants to sing with us, I know he does, but with the
damage his smoking caused to his vocal cords, it'll never happen."
"Never?"
"Not without a miracle of modern medicine."
The Lee Ann said, "Or maybe magic."
I looked at her. From the look on her face, I guessed that she was
probably thinking aloud, so I asked, "What? Are you some kind of witch?"
She smiled. "No. But maybe we could get Patty to help."
"Who's Patty?"
Without answering me, Maya said, "Maybe, but how do we get a hold of him?
We don't have the coin."
"Who's Patty?"
Lee Ann also ignored me. "Maybe we could use another coin to call him. At
least to get his attention."
"Who's Patty?"
Maya continued, "It couldn't hurt to try."
Before Lee Ann could respond, I yelled, "Who the HELL is Patty?"
Lee Ann smiled and said, "A leprechaun."
Before I could say a thing, Maya said, "You see, Dana, Leo didn't abandon
me. A few hundred years ago one of our ancestors helped him out and got a
wish in repayment. She was a simple woman and didn't want to use it, so
Patty gave her a coin to summon him at a later date. The coin was passed
from mother to daughter until I got it. At the time, Leo and I were having
problems getting me pregnant, so I held the coin and asked for help, and
Patty appeared, explaining all this to me. So I asked that Leo and I could
become pregnant whenever we wanted."
To say I was doubtful would've been an understatement. "Uh-huh. So what
happened to Leo?"
"Well, Patty is required to grant the wish asked for, not the wish
intended. So when I asked that my husband and I could get pregnant," Maya
got a guilty look and pointed to Lee Ann, "Leo became Lee Ann."
"Uh-huh. Sure." I started to rise. "Storytime's been fun, but-"
Maya pulled me back down and Lee Ann ran into another room. "We've got proof."
I was doubtful, but willing to wait. Lee Ann returned a few seconds later
carrying a dildo. Maya stood and removed her panties. I tried to leave
again, but Maya sat me back down. She lifted her skirt, exposing herself
to me. I blushed and tried to look away, but Maya said, "Don't wus out on
me now, Dana. This is the magic part." I faced her as Lee Ann pressed the
dildo, the base of the dildo, to her vagina. When Lee Ann removed her
hand, the dildo, with no restraining device at all, stayed right where it
was. Maya then said, "Feel it."
I tried to protest, but Maya just grabbed my hand and put it on her. It
felt real enough. Maya said, "Now try to find my slit."
I tried to beg off, but she convinced me to look. I moved the dick and
balls around, amazed when I found nothing. To all appearances, she had a
dick and it was completely natural. I said, "Okay, I give up. How'd you
hide it?"
"Still don't believe in magic?"
"Nope."
Lee Ann said, "Watch this," and took the dildo in hand.
I looked away, but Maya grabbed my arm. "You have to watch! If you miss
my orgasm, you'll miss the magic!"
I wanted to look away, but she seemed so insistent. I watched, more than a
little embarrassed, as Lee Ann masturbated Maya right in front of me. It
wasn't much longer (thankfully) until Maya orgasmed. When she did, she
actually sprayed out globs of semen. I thought it was some kind of cream
or something else similar. I had heard that there were dildoes that could
fake spraying stuff.
But the really amazing thing came next. As soon as Maya finished cumming,
the dildo disappeared. Maya's legs, hips, and skirt were covered in the
semen, but the organ that had just created it was gone! Lee Ann then stood
and lifted her skirt. There, inside her panties, was the unmistakable
bulge of a hard-on! Lee Ann pulled her panties down, and there was the
exact dildo she had just stuck to Maya!
I still had trouble believing it. "How do I know this isn't some kind of
trick? Lee Ann could've had a dick all along."
Maya said, "Pull on it."
"I don't-"
"Just to confirm it's real. You've come this far."
Hard to argue that. I reached out and tugged a bit on Lee Ann's organ.
"Okay. Seems real enough." Maya stepped behind Lee, reached around, and
took her dick in hand. "Not again," I said as I tried to look away.
"Don't wuss out now, Dana." I steeled myself and watched Maya masturbate
her lover to orgasm.
Once Lee came, the most amazing thing happened. The dick which, seconds
ago, I was so sure was real, just popped off in Maya's hand. Maya said,
"This is... was Leo's dick. It attaches to either of us, becoming a
natural appendage until orgasm, whereupon it switches to the other."
Part of me wanted to deny it, but the evidence was undeniable. I looked at
Lee and asked, "You were Leo?" She nodded. "Okay, magic is real. How do
we get a hold of this Patty?"
"We don't have the old coin anymore, but maybe if you had another gold coin
of your own, you could get him to stop in. You are from the same bloodline
as Maya."
"It can't hurt to try." We spent a little while longer making up a plan
before I left. Maya walked me to the door. Just before I left, I said,
"You know you never struck me as lesbian material."
"Before Lee Ann I wasn't, but I love Leo, no matter his form." Her voice
dropped to a whisper. "Besides, the fun you can have with another girl and
a detachable dick is unbelievable." I wasn't sure if she was teasing or
not, so I just said good-bye.
I went straight to a coin collectors' shop and purchased a solid gold
Spanish doubloon. I returned to my hotel room. Timmy was working on some
contracts, so I didn't disturb him. I went into the bedroom, held the coin
tightly and said, "Patty, if you're out there, I'd like to ask for help."
I looked around. Nothing. I sighed and said, "Didn't work."
Before I could say or do anything, I heard, "Now, lassie, just because I
don't want to go running head long into what could be a wizard's trap,
doesn't mean I didn't hear ye." I turned and saw a two-foot tall man
standing by the bathroom door smoking a briar pipe. "Now, lassie, gettin'
the attention of one of the wee folk is easy. Convincin' us to stay?
There's the trick. So what brings you to call for a leprechaun, even
calling to ol' Patty by name?"
I explained everything to him, from my husband's smoking as a teen to Maya
telling me about her wish. Then I asked, "Could I get a wish to help my
husband?"
"Well, yuir not entitled to one. Your family had one wish and your cousin
used that one. But you could be purchasing one by giving me the coin ye
hold."
"Done." I handed the coin to Patty.
"Now what is it you'd like? And take a lesson from yuir kin. Consider
your words carefully."
I thought about everything. I didn't just want my husband to get his
singing voice back, I wanted him by my side on stage, so I said, "I wish my
husband had his singing voice back so he could join my band and sing
alongside me."
"Lassie, I can tell you've got a good heart and your intentions are good,
so I'll give you a warning. You'll be wanting to rethink that wish."
"Why? What's wrong with it?"
"Can't tell you that."
"Why not?"
"I am bound by ancient law not to tell you what to or what not to wish for.
Telling you what's wrong is effectively the same as telling you what not to
wish for."
"That doesn't sound fair."
"Ah, but it's fair that got these laws set in the first place. Centuries
ago, before Oberon, The Great Lord of the Fae, set the rules, wish granting
was a popularity contest. If you were on the good side of the wish
granter, you got exactly what you wanted, no matter what you said. But if
you weren't liked, what you said was twisted and corrupted in the worst
possible way.
"Now faeries live in the realm where dreams and reality overlap, and the
anger of those harmed by bad wishes was poisoning our land. So Oberon laid
down the law. If we could not be trusted to grant wishes without bias,
then we would be bound to the letter of the wish. The exact wording, no
matter how badly worded, would be what fae were required to grant.
"But we little folk are nothing if not crafty, even in obeying the laws of
Great Oberon. If the faerie liked the wisher, he would tell the lad or
lass exactly what to wish for, spelling it out in no uncertain terms. If
he didn't... Well, any language has a certain amount of lee way for
interpretation. So the great wise one ruled again. The Fae would not be
allowed, either positively or negatively, to tell a person what to wish for.
"That reduced the popularity factor to a manageable level, but there was
still a problem. In a time when most of humanity was illiterate and had a
very poor command of their native tongue, many good, poor people were being
slighted for innocent errors, so Oberon created a caveat. If the faerie
likes the wisher and thinks him worthy, the fae may grant ONE warning to
re-think the wording on his, or her, wish, which I have just given you.
"So take your time, consider what you want, and choose your words
carefully. And remember I can only grant one warning, which I have already
done, so whatever you wish for, I either grant it or return your gold and
walk away, but the only way I'll do that is if the wish is bound to cause
only problems."
I considered the wording on my wish. The only thing I thought of was that
by saying 'could' that meant that he might not actually become a member of
my band, either because of a personality conflict with the girls or because
he'd go solo. So I wished, "I wish that my husband was a fellow singer in
my band, with his beautiful voice restored."
Patty sighed. "Worse than the first, but... granted." He snapped his
fingers, and he and the coin were gone.
Then I heard Timmy's voice. The good news was that his beautiful,
beautiful voice with its wonderful tones was back. The bad news was that
he was yelling, "What the fuck?"
I ran into the main room of our suite. Standing there over the desk was a
beautiful woman with this massive pair of breasts. I didn't get it.
"Timmy, is that you?"
"Dana, what happened?"
"It wasn't supposed to be like this."
"What are you talking about? What do you know about this?"
I explained everything. "But I never envisioned anything like this."
"What did you wish for? Exactly."
"I said, 'I wish that my husband was a fellow singer in my band, with his
beautiful voice restored.'"
He looked at me like I was stupid. "You don't see the problem with that?"
"No."
"You wished for me to be a member of your band?"
"Yes."
"Your ALL-GIRL band?"
I cringed. "I'm sorry, Timmy. I just wanted you by my side on stage. I
didn't mean for this to happen." He looked down, shaking his head.
"Timmy?"
He chuckled a bit. "Well, I always said I'd do anything to get my voice
back." He looked up. "The question is, are you still going to want me?
As a woman?"
I stepped up to him, took him in my arms, and plastered my lips to his.
"I'll be yours forever, no matter what you look like. Although I wonder
what cup size you are."
"Want to bet H?"
I got it. "The rest of us are D through G, so you inherited H. I'm sorry,
Timmy."
"Don't worry about it. And call me Tammy. No one's going to believe I
used to be Timmy."
And that was how Tammy, my co-lead singer, was born. Patty did give me a
little forgiveness. Tammy's a she-male, still having her dick. Her voice
also blends perfectly with mine, and now even the critics are having to
give us respect.
There were some problems early on. The group remembered Tammy from the
auditions, but thought she hadn't joined immediately because of some other
personal reasons, and now she could. But everyone also remembered Timmy
and we had to come up with a reason why he wasn't around. Tammy said that
he couldn't handle being so near the entertainment industry without being
part of it anymore, so he gave her all the business stuff and left. I
didn't like the thought of everyone thinking Tim ran off, but figured it
was up to him.
Tammy and I as an item was a bit of a problem. You see, Erin's a lesbian
and made it clear that if I ever wanted to try the "other side of the
tracks", she'd be more than willing to be my first. When she found out she
wasn't, she was a bit cold to both of us. Tammy solved that one by
inviting her to our bed. She was a bit weirded by Tammy's crotch, but gave
it a try, and loved it.
It wasn't much longer before Diane and Julie, both bi and experimental,
were joining us. It's kind of ironic. Now that we're getting full credit
for our singing, in private, we've become the sex act everybody accused us
of being before. Go figure.
I told Maya all about Tammy. She thinks that after I learned about how
much fun she and Lee were having, I subconsciously wished for exactly what
I got. I don't think that was it, but I can't help but wonder what it
would be like to have Tammy's dick be detachable and sharable.
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