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Bikini Beach: A Bad Wish at the Beach
By Elrod W
Howard shuffled across the hot asphalt, his gaze cast downward. It wasn't from
fear of tripping; the only trip hazards were the few cracks in the pavement. It
was rather that Howard was a shy man, lacking a bit in the self-confidence
department. Howard wasn't exactly a nerd, or a loser; he just was very solitary,
and that made him awkward around other people.
Howard glanced up, and saw some girls staring at him as they walked toward the
gate. He tried to force himself to smile, or nod, or do something to acknowledge
their presence; alas, he could not. He just kept ambling toward the booth
outside the gate, his gaze returning to the pavement.
As he walked, Howard pondered his situation. At thirty-two, he wasn't old, nor
was he particularly unattractive. He also wasn't particularly rich. That was his
problem, he decided (yet again). Women were interested in men with money, or
movie star looks. But maybe, at this park, he might find a woman who'd look past
that, to his inner self. Maybe he could find a soul mate. At least, that was his
hope.
"May I help you?"
Howard looked up nervously at the young lady in the ticket booth. She had a warm
friendly smile, the type that could brighten any day. Instantly, he felt a bit
more at ease. "Uh," he mumbled, "I'd like a ticket."
The young lady sighed. "This is a private park, sir," she said in a polite but
bored tone, as if she'd recited the same lines countless thousands of times. "We
don't sell tickets." Howard felt his heart sink a bit, but the girl continued.
"We do have a limited number of guest passes available, though."
Howard's hopes lifted. "How much for a, uh, two day pass?" The girl quoted a
price to Howard. He whistled. "Wow, that's steep!" He slipped his hands back in
his pockets and turned from the window. Bunch of socialite snobs, he thought to
himself. Making it too expensive for common people.
Anya felt his thoughts, his sense of rejection. She shook her head sadly as he
shuffled out of view. For a brief second, she thought of giving him a free pass,
but only for a moment ? until she remembered her grandmother's admonition about
`giving away the store'. Despite Grandmother's magic, the park still needed to
turn a profit.
Howard shuffled back toward his car, wondering what he'd do now. The public
beaches just weren't safe since the gangs moved in, and there weren't any good
places to pick up girls. Maybe he should try the mall again...
If he hadn't been looking down, Howard wouldn't have spotted the flash of yellow
as something hit the pavement, dropping perhaps from a bush or tree. The
metallic plink was muffled, but there was no mistaking the shiny yellowish metal
coin. Howard stopped, bending over to peer more closely at it.
A tiny hand, protruding from a greenish jacket, reached out from the bush toward
the coin. Howard stared, open-mouthed. From the size, the hand couldn't belong
to someone more than three feet tall. Slowly, as if to not be seen, the hand
snaked along the pavement, groping in search of the yellow disk.
Howard made a life-changing decision then and there. Whatever it was, the object
must be valuable, perhaps worth enough to get into the park.
Howard stepped solidly onto the coin with his foot, and just in time. Though he
missed the tiny hand by scant centimeters, it groped onto his shoe almost
instantly. For a few comical seconds, the hand probed around, exploring the
object that had suddenly appeared, trying to determine what was blocking its
way. Finally, the hand withdrew into the bush.
Howard started to bend over to retrieve the coin, but he was stopped by a
rustling sound from the bush. As he watched in disbelief, a tiny man emerged
from the bush; the little man couldn't have been more than two and a half feet
tall. He was clad in a suit of Kelly green, with darker green lapels and cuffs.
Atop his head, a hat, also green, perched on moppish locks of reddish-brown
hair; a belt of black adorned with a shiny brass buckle encircled the hat just
above the brim. The tiny man's feet were shod in boots of shiny black. A
reddish-brown beard to match his hair covered his chin, and a tiny little pipe
was clenched in his teeth. He gazed up at Howard, a look of irritation on his
countenance.
"You're a... a... a..." Howard stammered, not truly believing what he saw.
"Aye, lad, I'm a leprechaun," the tiny man said, still looking mighty annoyed.
"The name's Patty. Pleased to make your acquaintance." He looked down at
Howard's foot. "Now, laddie, if ye don't mind, I believe ye are standing on
something of mine."
Howard gazed, then he shook his head to clear it. "What?" He let his gaze drift
down to where Patty was pointing at his shoe. "Oh, yeah." Howard started to lift
his foot, but then he stopped. "Wait a minute," he said cautiously, his eyes
narrowing. "How do I know it's yours?"
Patty looked up at Howard, and then rolled his eyes skyward. "Heavens be
merciful," he wailed in dismay, "'tis not like the old country, where at least a
wee folk can expect that the locals know the legends and lore. Och, what a bunch
of unread illiterates!" Patty looked back at Howard and sighed. "I'm a
leprechaun, you silly man. Us wee folk always have a pot of gold. Through me own
clumsiness, I dropped one of me coins, and I'll thank ye to give it back to me."
Howard squatted down; his foot still perched atop the mysterious coin. "How do I
know it's really gold? Or that it's yours? Hmm?" His eyes narrowed as he
contemplated. "It's probably one of those new gold-colored dollar coins or just
a brass token. So why would you have any interest in it?" He watched Patty roll
his eyes in disbelief yet again. "And besides, in this country, we have a
custom. Finders, keepers." Howard smiled smugly. "Which means it's mine."
Patty shook his head slowly. He plucked the pipe angrily from his mouth and
shook it at Howard. "Now look here! Ye are standing on my coin. And I want it
back."
Howard started to get a plan in his mind. Patty's protests notwithstanding, he
did know something of the legends of leprechauns. "Okay, if it's really so
valuable, how about if we make a trade?"
Patty glanced warily at Howard. "And what might ye want in return for the coin?
Me own coin?"
"Have you ever heard the saying that possession is nine-tenths of the law?"
Howard knew he had the little man. "I want three wishes."
Patty's face reddened. "Do I look like some daft blue smokey lad that lives in a
brass lamp?" His jaw ground in annoyance as he sputtered, trying to find
suitable words. Finally, he calmed. "I don't do that silly rub-my-lamp-and-get-
three-wishes genie nonsense," he fumed. For a long second, he stared angrily at
Howard. "One wish. I'll grant ye one wish."
Howard's eyes gleamed in triumph. "Okay..."
Patty raised his arms, waving his hands to cut off Howard. "First, ye need to
know the terms and conditions. First, I grant one wish and only one wish. Ye may
not wish for extra wishes. Ye cannot make a multi-part wish. And I am obligated
to grant your wish exactly as ye word it. Okay?"
Howard nodded. He was eager to get his wish. He scratched his chin thoughtfully
for a moment. "No multi-part wishes. Hmmm." His eyes lit up. "Okay, I've got it.
I want to be the most attractive person in that park." He gestured over to the
Bikini Beach sign.
Patty sighed, and then began to wave his hands. But before he could complete his
magic, Howard spoke suddenly and insistently. "Wait! Wait a minute."
Patty's arms froze, and he scowled at Howard. "What is it, me lad? Are ye going
to get on with your wish or not?"
Howard frowned, his mind contemplating the nagging doubt that had suddenly
formed. Then, with a dawning recognition, his eyes widened. "Ah, I think I'd
like to clarify the wording of my wish. Can't be too careful, you know," he said
with a grin. He stroked his chin yet again. "Good looking isn't enough - most
girls want money and other things, too." He smiled at the little man. "Okay, I
want to have the very best of everything that any woman in that park desires."
Patty stared at him for a moment, then nodded. "So ye shall have it." He waited
a second, and then pointed at Howard's foot.
"What?" Howard followed his stare. "Oh, yeah. The coin." Howard shuffled his
balance, still crouching as he was, and stepped off the coin. He lifted the
object from the asphalt and handed it to Patty.
Patty took the coin from Howard and pulled a little purse-like object from his
pocket. With a snap, he opened it, and with a clinking of metal on metal, he
dropped the coin in. And as quickly, he snapped it shut again and dropped it
back in his pocket. Patty waved his hand, and pulled a card from the air. "Here
ye are, lad."
Howard took the card and stared at it, puzzlement creeping across his features.
"How does this give me my wish?" he finally demanded. "Are you trying to cheat
me?"
Patty frowned. "I'll trust ye to not impugn my honor, sir!" he said angrily.
"That pass gets you into the park, where the magic will work to completion."
Howard rocked back from the rebuke. "Sorry," he said quickly. "I didn't mean to
offend you." He stood, a smile creeping across his face and turned toward the
park. Before he could take a single step, however, he turned, remembering
something of manners. "Thanks for the wish," he said cheerfully, glancing down.
But his cheery smile turned to a puzzled frown; Patty was nowhere to be seen.
Howard shrugged and turned back toward the gate.
With his confidence growing at each step, Howard walked briskly toward the gate,
bypassing the girl in the booth.
Remembering Howard, Anya watched with a confused look as he swiped a card in the
turnstile and walked into the park. She frowned, wondering what was going on.
For a moment, Anya closed her eyes, reaching out with her mind. Then a curious
smile crept onto her pretty features.
**********
Howard stepped into the shower out of habit; as a long-time swimmer, he knew
enough to rinse before swimming. There was also the little matter of the health
department warning signs, just in case. The warm water felt refreshing and
almost tingly as it sprayed around him, invigorating and energizing him. So
engrossed was he with the shower that he failed to notice the faint pink mist
rising around him in the shower stall.
As he stepped toward the door, Howard wondered if something was wrong; his
stride felt a little odd, as if his center of gravity were altered. He felt
himself hunching a little, as if some weight were pulling him forward, and with
a determined effort, threw back his shoulders. A strange bouncing sensation on
his chest was the reward his body gave him.
Howard shook his head to clear the strange feeling. Something wet flopped
against his back and shoulders, further adding to Howard's confusion. Still, he
was only a step or two from the park full of girls, and this knowledge allowed
Howard to discount the strange sensations. Even the odd height of the door
handle and the weight of the door didn't sink into Howard's consciousness.
Howard's eyes blinked shut to blot out the bright sunlight as he stepped outside
the locker room. For a brief second, he stood still, waiting for his eyes to
adjust. As Howard pried his eyes open, he did a double take. Standing in front
of him was a woman, staring straight at him. Slowly, as his eyes completed their
adaptation to the outdoor light, they opened even more, and Howard's jaw slowly
opened.
The woman was attractive, very attractive, gorgeous, in fact. Her hair, wet and
matted as it was, was still a very attractive blonde, hanging way past her
shoulders in waves and curls. Her face was a picture of perfection, from her
soft blue eyes to her full sensuous lips, high cheeks and cute little nose. Her
skin, lightly tanned, was ideal, without a single blemish, wrinkle, or freckle.
Howard let his gaze wander downward, past her smooth neck, to her soft
shoulders.
And then Howard's eyes widened. The woman had the most perfect, large, round,
full breasts that he'd ever seen. And they were bare, exposed to the world! Big
round dark nipples capped the gorgeous mounds that displayed not a hint of sag
or droop.
Howard slowly continued his visual tour, hard as it was to tear his gaze from
the woman's chest. Her stomach was perfectly smooth, with not a trace of fat or
wrinkle. Her waist was proportioned just ever so perfectly to accentuate her
boobs above and her hips below, narrow without looking cartoonish. Her hips were
round, full and feminine, without being too wide. A tiny little bikini bottom
rode high on her hips, covering her crotch in a very sexy and seductive manner.
Howard knew he was looking at a model. There was no other profession suited for
a woman of such beauty.
"Young lady," a voice sounded from behind him, distracting him momentarily, "I
do not permit topless sunbathing in my park."
Howard turned, startled. The voice seemed to be directed at him, but it couldn't
be! He saw an old woman standing; her arms crossed sternly, a frown on her face.
And she was staring at him!
"Young lady, did you hear me?" the old woman said again.
Howard's jaw flapped as he realized that the woman was talking directly to him.
"But..." His voice rang impossibly in his ears ? a soft, musical voice oozing
with sex appeal. "But..."
The old woman grasped him by the arms and turned him back toward the mirror.
Howard's jaw dropped open. The old woman was behind him, holding him. And yet,
she was holding the arms of the young lady in the mirror! Slowly, the awful
truth began to sink into Howard's stunned mind. The woman was staring at him,
even as he stared at her. He lifted his hand, and watched in horror as the woman
aped his movements. He spun back to the old woman, the odd tugging and swaying
on his chest now alarming. "What's happened to me?" he cried. "I'm not a girl!"
The old woman frowned. "As long as you're in my park, you'll be a woman. It's in
the terms of the pass you bought."
Howard felt like crying, and that was a strange feeling itself. "But I didn't
buy a pass!"
The old woman's frown deepened. She grasped Howard by the arm. "Come with me to
my office."
**********
Howard sat in the chair, feeling uncomfortable on his new, rounder butt, which
could he have seen it, he would agree it was easily the most attractive derriere
he'd ever laid eyes on. His legs, long and sleek and smooth and hairless,
splayed in a very unfeminine manner, while he fidgeted, gazing in disbelief at
the large breasts on his chest, then at the delicate woman's hands which were
already absently twirling strands of his long blonde hair.
"Okay, how about if you tell me how you got this?" The old woman was holding the
pass Howard had used to get into the park.
"I met a ... a ... uh," Howard began, realizing the unbelievable nature of his
story. "I met a leprechaun in your parking lot," he finally blurted. He looked
down, embarrassed to be telling such a tale.
"And he gave you the ticket?" The old woman's tone indicated that she considered
his story perfectly credible.
Howard looked up meekly. "Uh huh. In exchange for one of his gold coins."
The old woman's brow furrowed. "You had a leprechaun's coin. And he gave you a
pass to get it back?" She seemed most amazed by this seemingly trivial fact.
Howard gulped. "Well, not exactly. He sort of dropped it. And when I saw it, I
stepped on it. To keep it for myself," he added quickly. "He wanted it back, so
he traded me a wish for the coin."
"Ah, I see," the old woman said. "You wished for a pass, since you couldn't
afford to buy one."
Howard looked down again. "No, I didn't." He knew what the old woman was going
to ask next. "I wished to have what the women wanted. So I could be attractive
to them. So I could get dates and stuff." He looked up fearfully at the old
woman. "I didn't wish to get turned into... this!"
The old woman frowned again. "Patty!" she screamed toward the ceiling. "Patty, I
know you're watching. Drag your mischievous little Irish butt in here at once!"
A puff of smoke erupted from the woman's desk, and a grinning Patty emerged as
it cleared. "And how are ye doing this fine, fine day?" he said pleasantly in
his thick Irish brogue. He glanced around, at Howard sitting in the chair. For
some reason, Howard was looking absently at his nails, examining them for flaws
and imperfections.
The old woman frowned. "What have you done this time, Patty?"
The leprechaun feigned innocence. "Me? Why do ye accuse me of doing anything?"
He glanced at the old woman, and realized that his act wasn't selling. "I can't
be held responsible for an improperly worded wish."
"Such as..."
"He asked to have, and I quote, the very best of everything that any woman in
that park desires. Unquote."
The old woman dropped her face into her hands, her head shaking slowly. "Okay.
Thanks for clearing it up, Patty." The leprechaun vanished in another puff of
smoke. She turned to Howard, sitting in the chair, his legs now crossed so
ladylike, while he continued to twirl a long strand of hair around his fingers.
"Well, I think I know what happened."
"So what happened?" Howard asked, his voice surprisingly devoid of concern.
"Your wish was worded rather... uh... badly. You asked for the best of what
women in my park want, right?"
Howard looked thoughtful for a moment, and then nodded. "Something like that,
yeah."
"And you assumed that you'd have what you needed to be attractive to women,
right? That you'd get all of the attributes that women found attractive in men,
right?"
Howard nodded, embarrassed to have been caught. "Yeah," he muttered. "I just
wanted women to pay attention to me."
The old woman sighed. "Did it never occur to you that the word `desire' could be
interpreted as envy? That maybe what you'd get were the attributes that women
envied in each other or desired in themselves?" She sighed yet again. "From the
look of things, you did get the best: the best breasts, the best figure, the
shapeliest legs, the most attractive features, the best hair. The best of
anything that anyone in the park might have envied."
Howard's mind slowly wrapped itself around her words; a slow realization dawned
on his features as he absorbed the totality of his mistake. "But that's not what
I wanted!" he wailed. "I wanted to be attractive to women - as a man!"
"You got the pass. So when you came into my park, you were changed. Into that
form."
Howard frowned. "So I'll just leave, and..."
The old woman shook her head, holding up the card. "This is a lifetime pass.
Non-transferable, and non-revocable. It never wears off." She watched his jaw
drop. "You're stuck like that... forever." She sat back in her chair. "And one
more thing."
"What's that?"
"I bet you didn't realize that most women are a little insecure in their bodies,
and in themselves. That they desire, sometimes rather overtly, being more
comfortable with themselves. More comfortable with their sexuality. Less shy,
and more outgoing. To feel sexier." As she spoke, she sensed a change. His
expression seemed to be melting, becoming much less harsh, as if his concerns
were drifting away.
Howard started to protest, but it wouldn't come. Why would he - she - object to
a lifetime membership, or to looking like a model? Why would that be wrong? She
frowned, wondering what it was that had been bothering her. Finally, she
realized what it was. "I'm so sorry I forgot my top," she said apologetically.
She took the top that had magically appeared on the desk and began to expertly
put it on. "I won't let it happen again."
The old woman smiled, knowing that the magic was nearly done weaving its
reality. "Thank you... uh..."
She smiled. "Holly. Holly Thomas."
The old woman nodded. "Sorry, but I have so many patrons that sometimes I forget
them all."
Holly smiled and shook her head. "That's okay. I'm just so glad you have this
park. It's no fun getting ogled by men everywhere." She brushed her hair over
her shoulder. "You wouldn't believe how many men think that, just because they
saw my pictures in that magazine, that I should model for them personally."
Holly stood, and for a brief second, she appeared a little disoriented, then she
smiled as she walked back into the park.
The old woman shook her head. Patty, she thought to herself, you did it again.
Of course, it really wasn't Patty's fault. Howard had taken the coin, and then
insisted on a wish to return it. And it was Howard's own words that had proven
to be his downfall. No, all Patty had done was to get her another customer. Then
the old woman frowned. If only she'd gotten paid for the membership!
FIN
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