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This is a quickie to try to get past a block in what's turning out to be a
long sequel to "Purse Snatcher." As with a lot of my stories, it's a
sequel. This time to what I thought was a stand-alone, "A Simple Wish."
Two Simple Wishes
By Ellie Dauber
Copyright 2000
"Oh, Reg, this park is so romantic." Kathy Thomason looked up at her
escort, Reg Harman, and sighed. She'd had a crush on Reg since they were in
grade school together. They'd been friends back then, but he'd all but
ignored her in the years since.
Then, out of nowhere, he'd called and invited her to join him for a picnic
in the park. She had other plans; a term paper for Honors English was due
in three days, but that could wait. Anything could wait if she was going on
a picnic with Reg.
She smiled and leaned on his arm. He was almost a foot taller than her own
5 foot 4 frame and most of it was muscle. Reg wasn't very smart, but he was
a three letterman, football, basketball, and track, and among the most
popular boys in school. 'Among the most handsome, too,' she thought.
Kathy, on the other hand, had few friends, smart girls didn't, unless they
had a fashion sense, or were pretty, or had learned how to hide their brains
inside their bras. Her family had money, but she wasn't about to buy
herself any friends. The cost - the real cost - was much too high.
"Let's go down this way," Reg said, turning down a narrow trail Kathy didn't
recognize. 'That was close,' he thought. He's seen a couple of friends
from school up ahead. The last thing that he wanted was to be seen with
"Stick" Thomason. She wasn't really a bad kid, but he didn't want anybody
to think he was desperate enough to actually be interested in her.
"Sticks" was a skinny runt, with the figure of a twelve-year old. She still
wore her hair in braids for Pete's sake, and she dressed like something from
one of those 50s sitcoms they showed on Nick-At-Night. He was only doing
this for his dad.
*****
Jared Harman was trying to leverage a major loan from the Citizen's Commerce
Bank, Andrew Thomason President. Thomason wasn't as eager to make the loan
as Harman would have liked. So Harman tried to "schmooze" by reminding
Thomason how long their families had been friends.
"That's right," Mr. Thomason said. "Why your son and my daughter used to be
great friends."
"I'm sure that they still are," Mr. Harman said. "Why my Reg was just
talking about your Kar... Kathy just the other day."
"Really? I don't remember her mentioning him for some time now."
"Yes, well, umm, Reg was saying that he hadn't seen your Kathy in a while,
and that he was thinking about taking her out to catch up on old times."
"I think that she'd like that. You tell him to call over the weekend. We
have a meeting next Thursday. They can catch up on old times, and we can
finalize that loan." Nothing more was said, but the implication was real:
no date, no loan."
It took two days of arguing for Harman to get Reg to agree to the date. Reg
was sympathetic to his father's problem, but date "The Stick"? He'd be a
laughing stock if anybody saw them together. Reg was finally willing to
risk being a laughing stock. It happened the minute his father put the
plane ticket to Vail and the faxed hotel and ski lift reservations on the
table. Visions of a Christmas break with deep powder by day and snow
bunnies in a hot tub at night made him a lot more receptive to his father''
point of view.
*****
Reg looked around as they walked down the path, Kathy still on his arm. "I
don't remember ever seeing this trail, Kathy. Do you?"
She looked around. "No, and we played in this park all the time when we
were kids. Remember?"
"Yeah, I do." He felt a little guilty about how he must be leading her on.
"Maybe they put it in last year, when they planted all those trees."
"I guess. So tell me, Reg, why did you actually call me up and invite me on
this picnic?"
"I, umm, I just thought I - I mean, umm, we could catch up on old times."
"Right, and I'm going to be homecoming queen next fall. C'mon, for the sake
of out old friendship, please tell me the truth."
"That is the truth. Honest."
"Say 'Honest, Pocohontest', and I'll believe you. Reg." It was a game they
had made up when they were seven, it meant that they were absolutely telling
the truth to one another as best friends.
Reg had been thinking about sailing down the slope at Vail. Now he felt
like he'd hit a tree at 80 miles an hour. Okay, she wasn't popular, and she
wasn't much to look at, but "The Stick" - Kathy had been his best friend
once. "I - Kathy, I can't. My dad put me up to it. He's trying to cut a
deal with your dad's bank, and your dad made it a condition of the loan."
"My dad - my dad had to b-bribe someb-body to g-get me a d-date?" She was
sobbing. "Am I...am I really th-that h-horrible?"
"No, it's just - well, you're not exactly the sort of girl I usually date.
Look, I'm sorry. If you want, I'll take you home right now."
"No, no. I'm okay, I guess. I knew this date wasn't on the level, but I
wanted so badly to be like all the other girls, even if it was rigged.
Could we at least be friends?"
"I guess so, and I am sorry that I hurt you."
They walked further down the path, neither saying a word. It was quiet.
There was no one else around, and they could barely hear the noises from the
rest of the park. The path curved a bit, then ended at an old brick well.
Most of the path was thickly bordered with trees on both sides, but there
was a small clearing with a table near the well.
Reg put the small picnic basket he was carrying on the table and began to
unpack it, while Kathy wandered over to look at the well. "Hey, Reg," she
called over, "it's a wishing well."
Reg walked over to her. "Yeah. The sign says any money tossed in goes to
the city orphanage. I hear they're trying to raise some money right now to
buy sports equipment for the kids." He dug into his pocket and pulled out a
couple of quarters.
"Sounds like a good cause to me," Kathy said. She opened her purse and took
out some change. "What'll we wish for?"
"Shh! Don't tell or the wish won't be granted."
They both closed their eyes and tossed the money into the old brick well.
'I wish Kathy was sexier,' Reg thought, still feeling guilty for what he had
done to her.
"I wish Reg could really love me for myself," Kathy thought, "the way I love
him."
*****
An unselfish wish from a selfish boy and a wish for a requiting of
unrequited love, the Powers that ruled the well chose to grant the wises,
but in their own way.
Kathy looked down and saw that she was growing taller, more muscular. There
was hair on her now tanned arms and legs. Her shoulders grew broader. Her
small A-cup breasts flattened out into hard pectoral muscles. Her waist
thickened, and she lost the soft feminine curve to her hips. The muscles
corded on her legs. She looked down and saw something else, something
growing pushing out her panties, pushing out the front of her dress. Her -
no, his erection, if he'd measured it, was over eight inches long.
Kathy now had a square manly jaw with just a trace of stubble. His nose was
a bit larger, and his eyebrows had grown bushy. The mousy brown hair that
had hung down to _her_ shoulders was now a mass of dark brown hair in a
razor cut that made _him_ look even more rugged.
Now his clothes changed. Sandals lost their heels and thickened into a pair
of cross-trainers. His dress stretched down to his ankles before it
separated to become a pair of boy's jeans. Her cotton panties grew a slit
as they transformed into a pair of boxers. His blouse reworked itself into
a masculine cut, while the now-unnecessary bra became an undershirt. His
earrings popped out of his ears and disappeared even as the piercings healed
shut with no scar. Finally, the small amount of make-up he still wore faded
as if it were erased.
Kathy Thomason had never been born. Keith Thomason stood where she had been
a few minutes before, flexing his new muscles and reveling in the feeling of
strength it gave him.
Reg Harman felt a fluttering in his stomach. Gosh, Keith was a real hunk.
He shuddered at the thought, fearing that the magic that had changed the
girl had somehow made him gay.
There was suddenly a tingling in his fingers that seemed to spread out
rapidly through Reg's body. He looked down at his hands as they shrank in
size, becoming small and delicate with long tapering fingers. Fingers whose
nails grew a half-inch as a layer of pale pink polish appeared on them.
The hair dropped off his arms even as they became more slender. Losing
muscle mass that was vanishing or changing to a layer of fat. His entire
body was thinner. He was shorter, too; much shorter. He actually had to
look up at Keith now.
He felt a pressure on his chest, and when he looked down, he saw two mounds
slowly inflate. His nipples, erect from his fear at the transformation,
were two tiny bumps on his T-shirt, pushing it out as C-cup breasts formed
underneath. His waist grew narrow as his hips widened. His new figure
stretched out his jeans as the curves of a woman formed.
Slender hands darted into his jeans and found his erection. Then they felt
it slowly seem to melt away at his touch. In a moment, there was nothing
left but a very sensitive vertical slit.
His face narrowed as his - no, her jaw shrank. Her nose shrank, as well,
gaining a pert upturn. Her eyebrows narrowed to thin trails of hair. Her
own light brown hair grew longer now and curlier, with blonde highlights
appearing as it became a mass of tight curls that reached just below her
neck.
Her undershirt shrank down into a satiny bra that gave welcome support to
her breasts, while her T-shirt changed from dark blue to a light pink. The
collar widened a bit as a lacy trim appeared. Her jeans fused together and
rose quickly up her legs to become a red skirt that stopped well above the
knee. The briefs underneath reformed into a panty that matched her new bra.
Her well-tanned legs needed no stockings, so her socks disappeared as her
sneakers changed into a strap sandal with a one-inch heel.
Rachel Harman knew, as Keith did, who they had been, but their old lives
seemed unimportant now. It was as if they were the lives of two other
people whom they had read about in some book.
Rachel smiled as she watched her boyfriend, Keith, stare at her pretty body.
She felt her nipples tingling and she posed for him, turning this way and
that, trying to look pretty, to look seductive.
Keith was the prize of the school, fullback on the football team, captain of
the swim team, and, with it all, he had the fifth highest average in their
class. She was captain of the junior class cheerleaders. They'd been
friends since kindergarten and had been dating for over two years.
And now his father was giving her dad the loan that was needed to expand the
business. Rachel was sure the project would be a big success. There'd be
more than enough money for the big wedding they were planning for the week
after they graduated. 'True love,' she thought. 'We were made for each
other. He's everything I could ever wish for.'
Elissa
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