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BAD WISHING 10: AFTER EFFECTS
Samantha put the last of the weights on the bar, lay on her back on the
bench, and started a series of bench presses. As she worked out, Karl
walked up and asked, "Aren't you supposed to have a spotter?"
Samantha snorted. "Like any of the pieces of fluff in this gym could help
me with this much weight."
Karl stood over her for a bit. "What's wrong, Samantha?"
"Wrong? What could be wrong?"
"Why don't you tell me? And could you do me a favor and stop and sit up?
I'd rather not be responsible for distracting you and hurting you, even
accidentally."
Samantha pushed the weight up and held it at arm's length. She briefly
considered telling "kooky" Karl to take a hike, but decided not to.
Despite his "kookiness", Karl was one of the nicest guys on campus. He was
just trying to be helpful.
Samantha put the weight bar back on the supports and sat up. Karl sat
beside her on the bench and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I don't know what you mean."
"Don't you? Samantha, without a doubt, you could probably out perform
anybody on campus in any field of endeavor. With the exception of your
girlfriend, Janey, you're stronger, faster, and smarter than anyone on
campus, and I wouldn't want to try to guess who'd win if the two of you
ever decided to compete against each other. However, you're also usually
nicer. But ever since Janey had to go home to help with her father's
funeral and the after effects of his death, you've been growing steadily
moodier and more sullen."
"I'm... just worried about Janey."
"No, that's not it."
Samantha stared at Karl for a bit before saying, "Damn, how do you manage
to cut through to the heart of things so easily?"
"It's a gift. So what is going on?"
Samantha thought about it for a while before saying, "You ever get the
feeling that something about you is just... different from what it should
be?"
"You're talking to "Kooky" Karl, and you have to ask that?"
Samantha smiled. It was the first smile she had smiled in a while.
"Seriously, though. Do you ever get the feeling that something about you
is radically different than what it should be, or maybe just what it was?"
"Sure, but doesn't everybody?"
"Not like this."
"Not like what?"
"It started back in high school. I just got this feeling that something
was... wrong about me."
"Like how?"
"I'm not sure how to explain it. It's like one day I just realized I was
different from what I was supposed to be. I had never taken a home ec
course, but I've taken three shop classes, auto shop, metal shop, and wood
shop. I can't, for the life of me, ever remember owning any dolls, much
less playing with them, and I can't even remember wearing a dress before my
senior year, but that's impossible. Mom has boxes full of my kid's stuff,
and there are dolls and dresses in there. It's so weird. It's like I was
supposed to be a guy, but one day... I wasn't."
"Do you think you're a transsexual? That down deep you're really a guy?"
"Oh, no. God, no. Don't get me wrong, I like what I am. It's just that I
get this feeling that what I am... isn't what I was."
"So if you're okay with what is, why all the problems?"
"It's like... you've got a shelf full of knickknacks and you've got them
arranged one way. Then someone comes in and rearranges them into something
better. You like the new arrangement, but the fact that it's different and
you never saw it being changed makes it feel weird."
"So why the problems now?"
"That IS because Janey isn't here. When I'm with Janey, I feel like
everything's how it's supposed to be. And when we're in bed together, all
my problems just... fade away."
"And with Janey away..."
"The oddness just sits there like a thorn under my skin."
Karl sat there for a few seconds before saying, "Maybe I can help."
"How?"
"I know this'll just add to my kooky rep, but I'm a witch, well, warlock
actually. If you want, we can go back to my place and I can run a magical
check on you to see if I can get to the heart of what's making you feel so
weird."
"At this point, I'm willing to try anything."
The two got dressed and went over to Karl's apartment. When they went in,
Samantha saw a collection of crystals, talismans, and various religious and
mystic icons. Before Samantha could say a thing, Karl said, "So am I
kookier than ever, now that you've seen my home?"
"Kind of, but this place suits you."
"Thanks. Let's get to work." Together, they moved the furniture out of
the center of the room. Karl closed the curtains on the windows, and then
drew a chalk circle on the floor, placed crystals at the cardinal points on
the circle and lit some incense. He sat them in the circle, did some
chanting, and drawing figures in the air with his fingers. After a few
minutes, he stopped and said, "Amazing."
"What?"
"You've had magic spells cast on you. Two on your body, one on your mind."
"What did they do? Where'd they come from?"
"I have no idea. But they're powerful, powerful magic."
"So what can we do?"
"I can put a tracer on the spell. We can then find the person or persons
who did this and ask what and why they did what they did."
"Okay."
Karl took Samantha's hands in hers and started chanting. After just a
couple seconds, Samantha felt a weird tingle running through her, but only
moments later, there was an explosion that separated them and sent both
flying to opposite sides of the room. Samantha's nearly perfect physique
allowed her a quick recovery and she ran over and helped her friend up.
"What happened?"
Rubbing his neck, Karl replied, "Whoever cast those spells didn't like
being tagged. We can try again, but this time we'll be a little more
polite."
"No. No way. I'm not going to risk my friend over this."
"Samantha-"
"No. I can live with the weirdness. Thanks, anyways. Are you going to be
okay?"
"Sure. If you change your mind though, let me know."
"If I do, then I will." Samantha turned to leave, but stopped cold.
"Karl, where'd the door go?"
Karl turned and looked at where the door should have been. Instead there
was only a solid wall, as if there had never been a door in the first
place. "Oh, no." Karl ran over to the window and yanked the curtains
open. Behind them was nothing but wall. He ran into the bedroom, only to
return a few seconds later, saying, "We're trapped. Windows, vents, the
door, every possible exit from the apartment is gone as if it never
existed."
"What do we do now?"
"Beg for forgiveness. Samantha, I didn't get an exact reading on the guy
who did this, but I did sense a fair distance between us. A couple hundred
miles at least. For him to do THIS at that distance makes him far too
powerful to risk leaving annoyed at us, even if we do manage to get out of
here."
The two returned to the center of the room. Karl took Samantha's hands
again and started chanting again. As Samantha felt the tingle pass through
her, Karl said, "Please, sir, we meant no disrespect. My friend suffers
from the spells you cast upon her. We simply sought to alleviate that. We
beg your forgiveness and ask for your mercy."
Both were surprised when they heard a voice say, "At least yuir cultivatin'
a civil attitude." Both of them looked over and saw a two-foot tall man,
dressed in green, smoking a briar pipe, with an angry look on his face.
The man removed the pipe from his mouth and pointed the mouth piece at
Karl. "One should be more polite when dealing with the fae, child,
particularly one as old as I."
"A Leprechaun? I never thought, never imagined the stories were true."
"Never imagined... You work magic and don't believe in the wee folk? What
are they teaching young wizards these days?"
"My mom told me about you, I just thought they were stories. Make-believe."
There was just a crack of a smile on the Leprechaun's face. "No matter how
many human ages I live through, I will never cease to be amazed at the
ability of human youths to ignore the wisdom of their elders."
"If I might be so bold, sir, may I request what name or title we may
address you by?"
"Call me Patty. No titles. Just Patty."
"Patty, sir, may I beg release from this prison you have created for us?"
"Don't be jumping the gun, youngster. First, I need to determine whether
or not you're a threat. Now what possessed ye to try and tag this old man
like some wild beastie?"
"My apologies, sir, but my friend has spells upon her that are causing her
some problems. We simply sought to find their origin so that we might end
her problems."
"Hmm. I can feel me magic upon her, but the face isn't familiar." Patty
stared at her for a second and said, "Oh, yes, now I know."
Samantha asked, "So?"
"What so?"
"Why'd you cast these spells on me?"
"Can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"Part of the deal. You got some changes to your body thanks to the wishes
of another. However, he also wished that no one would remember anything
different from what he wished for. Without a direct wish to the contrary I
can't tell you what was. It'd be goin' back on me word."
"Well, I wish you'd tell me what was before."
Patty laughed. "Doesn't work like that, kiddo. Wishes must be bought or
bargained for. I don't just give them away."
"How much for a wish?"
"Depends on the quality of the gold you're bargaining with. The purer the
gold, the smaller the quantity needed."
"Gold?"
Karl said, "He's a Leprechaun, Samantha. You maybe expected him to take a
check?"
"But I don't have any gold."
"I do." Karl went into his bedroom, returning only seconds later. "I've
got this necklace. It's not much but it is almost solid 24 karat gold."
Karl handed it over to Patty. The necklace wasn't much more than a string
of gold, but Patty said, "More than enough. In fact, with this quality,
I'll give you... two wishes with a free warning. I must grant the letter
of the wish, not the intent. So consider carefully what you will ask for
and make your wish."
Karl said, "I give my wishes to Samantha."
"Perfectly allowable." Samantha looked to the space where the door used to
be. Patty said, "Don't worry about that. I can tell you're not some
ambitious wizard, intent on trapping me, so once we're done, everything
here will return to normal. Wish for what you want."
"I wish I knew why you cast your spells on me and changed me."
When Patty said, "Granted," Sam's mind filled with images of a past that no
longer was.
She saw a time where she was a boy named Sam. He had been on the football
team of his local high school, and their team had been ranked last in the
district. About half way through the season, the coach met Patty and got
three wishes by trading an old trophy to him. The coach wished that no one
would notice the changes he wished for, that all the team members would get
perfect bodies, and that the team could out-perform any other team in the
city. Problem was, by making the last wish so all-encompassing, the coach
had made a mistake. There were a few all-girl schools in the city and in
order for the team to be able to play against them, the team had to become
girls.
Sam came out of her reverie, and said, "I get it now. Thanks, Patty."
Karl asked, "So what is it?" Sam explained everything. "So you've got
another wish. Are you going to go back?"
"No. I told you; I like what I am. I don't want to go back. It's just
that being different without knowing why was driving me crazy. I'm going
to give you back the other wish."
"Oh, no. I have read too many stories with people getting screwed because
they wished for the wrong thing, not knowing what they were wishing for.
You've got the genius I.Q. You wish for something. World peace, maybe."
Patty laughed. "Sorry, kiddo. I do wishes, not miracles. Affecting six
billion minds to bring about world peace is beyond any single fae. Perhaps
it's beyond all fae. Keep it small."
Karl said, "You're still the best choice for deciding what to wish for, Sam."
"Okay, I wish... that Karl would get his fondest desire."
Patty looked Karl up and down. "I suspect that granting his fondest desire
will give him more than he thought." Patty put his pipe back in his mouth
and blew into it like it was a bubble pipe. A shower of sparkles exploded
out the other end and, for a moment, Karl and Sam couldn't see.
When their eyes cleared, Patty was gone, the room had reverted to normal
and Karl had changed. Gone was the lanky boy, and in his place was a
beautiful girl. She was looking at her arm and said, "Amazing."
"Why'd you change?"
"I'm a transvestite, Sam. My magic depends on it. It's not uncommon in
many "primitive" cultures for shamans and the like to be cross-dressers.
If I don't spend a good deal of my off-time in dresses then my magic will
fade away."
"So you wanted to be a woman to be more powerful?"
"No, that's just a benefit."
"Then what did you want?"
"I wanted to be a part of your life. I see you and Janey, and the love you
share, and, fault me for being selfish, but I just wanted to share in that.
And since you and Janey are lesbians..."
"That meant you had to become a girl."
"Could you possibly accept me as a lover?"
Sam looked the new girl up and down. "As long as Janey doesn't have a
problem with you. I think you're a fantastic looker, and you, Karl or..."
"Carla."
"Karl or Carla, you have always been a great friend."
"Thank you!" Carla leapt into Sam's arms. The two kissed. Sam swept the
new girl into her arms and carried her towards the bedroom. If Janey
objected, Sam would've given up Carla, but somehow she was sure that Janey
would find Carla as attractive as she did. After all, anything less would
mean that that last wish hadn't been granted.
The end
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