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Jeanni Lamphear Will Make Your Wishes Come True 1: New Magic
By Ron Dow75 ([email protected])
With the lights of the rec room turned down low, the big screen
TV supplied most of the light: The sound of the DVD movie was
down low.
"You know, I almost didn't go out with you?" the cute blonde
fifteen year old said, nervously pulling at her hem of her short,
low cut yellow dress.
"I know," the average looking red head said, staring at her legs.
They were both wearing summer clothes. He was in khaki shorts,
and a light sports shirt.
"This could, like, totally ruin my rep," she lifted herself off
the couch to tug from below.
"I know." His ears could hear the bottom's slightest clues, while
his own butt could feel hers set off vibrations...
"You know all the girls have blacklisted you, John?"
"I know."
***
In a large room full of shelves and cases with collections of all
sorts, three boys stare at what the fourth was holding up. The
life-sized poster was of a golden eighteen year old out in some
place green; she wore nothing but a pair of short, short pink
denim shorts with the top snap undone, and a white-with-pink-
music-notes halter. She had a matching, and open, parasol resting
on a shoulder, while her left hand held microphone. And it had a
genuine, authentic, for real personal autograph, "From Jeanni, to
John, Best Wishes!"
"Crue, I give you 'The Most Babilicious' for the seventh month in
a row."
"Wow... wow..."
"No one can compete with... *Her*."
"I'm in love."
"It's a sin to have to put thumb tacks in her," the sickly
looking Ernest Zimmerman (slacks and white button-up shirt) said,
as the oversized, but tailored Ben Colgate did just that to the
poster, putting her up on the bulletin board brought down to
carpet level with the four guys.
"It, it's not like we haven't done worse to dozens of others,"
said the very handsome Stan Lipsky, dressed in the latest thing
20 year old stars were wearing.
"Not me, my mom and sisters won't let me have pictures of girls
around," the small and dumpy Will Peters (his baggy clothes made
him look even more so), almost at the point of tears. He had a
bowl haircut.
"But she's different," the boy with the unruly hair said
worshipfully. "This is Jeanni Lamphear..."
"Superstar of superstars..." the gray-blond Stan marveled.
"And the only one we've got anything close to an 'in' with!" Ben,
the boy with the Napoleon hairstyle, said.
***
"This is a date; why are we talking about the Crue?"
"Because they're losers. I don't want to go out with losers."
"Yeah! You're right; they're losers," he said, making the move on
her, at last.
But she lifted her bottom up, and placed it a spot away from him,
"So, why do you hang out with them?"
"For you, I'll stop seeing them," he said, stretching out from
where'd he'd started his moves.
***
"I can't wait to see the video John's taking!" Willy said,
flapping his bent legs on the floor in frustrated anticipation.
"Don't worry, John's going to show us his date," Stan tried to
assure them.
"In the meantime, let's try to forget about it. That's why I've
called this special meeting," Ben said.
***
The three looked at the thing Ben was partially kneeling beside.
"This is it?"
"The real thing?"
"You're not messing with us again, are you, Ben?"
"Honest! Pop got a lot of stuff at the estate sale of this weird
collector. When he gets enough 'objet d'odditees', he's going to
make a 'Museum of the Macabre" or a haunted house or something."
"Another of his schemes to get tourists to come to this nowhere
place," Ernest said.
"Anyway, this is supposed to be a "wish ball"."
"It doesn't look like a ball to me," Ernest said.
"It's a mirror," Willy said.
"With a bronze circle in the middle," Stan said.
"It looks like an eye," Willy said.
"It certainly looks macabre," Stan said.
"'Odd', yes; 'macabre', it isn't," Ernest said. "You guys need to
read a dictionary."
***
"If it's called a "wish ball" and it's not a ball, it probably
doesn't give wishes, either," Ernest said.
"Look," Ben said, turning the edge towards them. "The mirror
curves out. What do you expect to them to call it, 'quarter-
ball'? 'Almost-a-ball'?"
"How about 'wish convex'?" Ernest said.
"You have no sense of style, do you, Ernest?"
"If it doesn't work, is there going to be any harm done?" Stan
said, unsure of himself.
"But if it does work..." Willy got a far away look in his eyes.
He started to drool.
"The harm's going to be done, if it ever does work," Ernest said,
holding his arms as if he felt a chill.
---
Ben positioned the wish ball before the high windows that went to
nearly the ceiling, "The way I figure it, it needs to catch the
rays of a full moon. These things always work by a full moon."
"Right; right," Stan nodded.
"While at the same time, it holds the image of the wished for
object..." Willy was positioning the bulletin board with the
tacked up poster. Part of it was on the floor.
"How could witches do that before they had pictures?" Ernest
asked.
"Haven't you heard of voodoo?"
"Right; right."
"Voodoo is not witchcraft," Ernest muttered.
"You never heard of *Witch* doctors?!" Ben said, confident in his
logic.
---
"If you're going to base your theories on how to get a wish out
of this thing on witchcraft, you should know you need *thirteen*
people in a coven," Ernest told them.
"I've got that covered, too," Ben said, opening up a humidor box.
Inside were photos and little plastic bags.
"Pictures?? You think pictures will substitute for real people?"
"It's voodoo, again."
"And haven't we been substituting pictures for real people for
years?" Stan smiled sheepishly.
"Especially pictures of people like Jeanni Lamphear," Willy
smiled.
---
"This is Dyan Hopkis, the one John's snagged a date with," Ernest
said, looking at the photo.
He held up the little plastic bag, "And what's with the bags?"
"All of these pictures are of girls," Willy grinned.
"They're part of my personal collection," Ben said proudly.
Stan looked at a the labels on the bags, "'Beth William's gum',
'Leah Peters' fingernail clipping', ("My sister??" Willy said.)
'Mary Marvelli's hair', 'Polly Smith's bandage', ("John's
*twelve* year old sister?" Willy said.) Ernest screwed up his
nose, "'Tiffani Gluzman's tampon'??"
Willy looked up at Ben with adoring eyes, "You really are a
pervert, aren't you?"
---
"You've been collecting all of this stuff from girls so you could
try and cast a spell on them," Ernest said, looking at Ben not so
adoringly.
"That's right. I even have a book on how to do it," Ben said
proudly. "It's from the same place this wish ball came from."
"Can you put a spell on a girl for me?!" Willy asked. Stan
blushed, indicating the same request.
"As soon as I get the right stuff the right way. You won't
believe the stuff they make you do just for a simple love spell."
"Well, what's the use of having a book of magic, if everyone
could cast a spell? " Ernest said, crossing his arms.
His sarcasm was lost on the other three.
---
"But right now, they can be the rest of our coven," Ben said.
"Aren't you afraid this idea's going to use up the girls'
voodoo?" Stan asked.
"Only if it works. And..." Ben said with a wide grin, "If it
works, who needs ordinary girls?"
"True, true!" Stan nodded.
"Oh, yeah. Yeah..." Willy said with a stupid smile on his face.
Ernest put his hands on the carpet behind him, and leaned against
them. "Oh, who cares about logic." He leaned his head back, "If
it gets me my wish for only a minute, I could die happy."
---
"You only have eight pictures," Stan said. "Didn't Ernest say we
need thirteen?"
"No problem," Ben said, looking around. "I've got one of John.
He's already a member of the Crue, so his voodoo has to be
strong."
"What are we going to use as a token?"
"How about his shorts?"
"His shorts?"
"What are you doing with his shorts?"
"Oh, come on! Remember when we all snuck off to see the girls
skinny-dipping?!"
"I don't remember them skinny-dipping," Willy said.
"They nearly had *us* skinny-dipping," Stan said, who shuddered
just thinking of it.
"We are truly pathetic," Ernest said.
***
They'd positioned the photos and the personal items that went
with each around the wish-ball mirror. The lights were turned
out, and one single candle was lit in a candelabra. The large
convex mirror with the bronze disc in the center was positioned
to catch the poster pinned to the bulletin board, and the full
moon from a high open window. The air was still, and humid.
"Now what do we do?" Stan asked.
"We make our wish."
They sat there, looking at the mirror.
"How long do you think it'll take?"
"Forever," Ernest said.
"Quiet! No negative vibes."
---
The four teens sat around the mirror, the photos and stuff
between them, silently concentrating on their wish.
Nothing was happening.
"Maybe we should chant our wish like witches do plays and
movies," Stan the actor said.
"...And dance around," Willy said. "Witches do that."
"Witches also take off their clothes," Ernest frowned. "Do you
want to do that, too?"
The others looked at one another.
"Let's just chant," Ben said, liking the idea of seeing guys
naked no more than the others did.
---
"Jeanni Lamphear... Jeanni Lamphear..."
"Super-star of our dreams, do hear..."
"Jeanni Lamphear...J eanni Lamphear..."
"Oh... Come out of your lamp, hear?"
"Hear our wish! Hear our wish!"
"Jeanni Lamp-Hear... Jeanni Lamp-Hear..."
"First witches, then voodoo, now genies..." Ernest said. "We're
certainly mixing our motifs."
"Quiet! It's all magic!"
"Jeanni Lamphear... Jeanni Lamphear... Hear us, Mega-Super-Nova
Star of our hearts, Ms. Lamp-Hear..."
***
John Smith was lying on top of Dyan Hopkis. "Do you hear
something?!" the girl reacted.
"No!" he said, grabbing hold of the bottom edge of the couch, so
she couldn't get away from him. He tried to think of something to
say, "It's just, uh... our two hearts beating as one."
"'Our two hearts'?" the girl had to laugh at the lame line.
"Yes," he pushed on. "Can't you feel it?"
Suddenly, something, two somethings, blimped down against her
breasts. "What in the--??" her hands shot up in reaction.
---
"Oh-oo!" John tried to control his reaction. "Dyan, I never knew
they could grow...!"
"N... nei... neither did I," she squeaked, looking between their
chests to find a chest on him.
---
In reaction, her hands had landed on the guy's waist.
Now that was contracting. "Oh, yes!! Hug me! Squeeze me tight!"
he was telling her.
---
"I'm not doing anything!!" she cried, taking those hands, and
shaking them over his--His??--rear.
Blimp! Blimp! Now it was his butt??!
"Oh, Dyan, you have magic hands!"
"Are you getting lighter?!!" she asked, now totally confused.
"It's your passion! The woman's way of accepting the heavier male
over--" he told her, between kisses on her responding, he
thought, shoulders.
"And you're shrinking!!!" she yelled.
"Oh, baby, I am no--AAAAA!!!" as if hit by a bolt of electricity,
he jumped.
He landed on the floor beside the couch on very round bottoms;
his elbow banged the coffee table, moving some of the snacks.
Long bronze hair fell all around his head.
He looked through it at his crotch, and cried, "What happened to
it??!!" a soprano cried out.
---
"You're... You're... A Woman!!" Dyan's knees where drawn up, and
her hands were near her face in shock.
"What happened??!!" John stared down between his Perfect 10 legs.
He parted the long strands that hung over his beautiful face.
"It's like its almost not there. But just a moment ago, I *know*
I had--"
"You're! A! Woman!!" Dyan yelled at him.
"I can't be!!" he told her back. "I was just about to prove to
you how much of a man I was!!"
"John Smith!! You were a woman all along, weren't you!!" Dyan
realized, bringing her legs down as she rolled onto her side.
"WHAT!!?" John couldn't believe *any*thing that was happening.
The high school girl stiff-armed herself up, while pointing an
accusing finger with the other, "You just moved here a few months
ago! You've been pretending to be a boy all that time so you
could have your sick way with another girl!!"
"That's the most stupidest thing anybody ever said!!" John cried
out, hanging onto the one truth he was still certain of.
Dyan was now on her seat, looking down at the imposter, "And just
to make sure no one would think you *were* a girl, you hung out
with a bunch of slobbering boy-brains!"
Her foot shoved him hard in the face, "You're a bigger pervert
than *they* are!!!"
John rolled backwards with such momentum; he didn't stop until
his front hit the floor.
"Ow!!" he yelped, leaping up onto a pair of knees.
"And stupider, too!!" Dyan said, rising. "What'd you think, you
could get me so 'hot and bothered' I wouldn't care! Wouldn't!
Notice?!! Is *That* what you think I am!!?"
"Dyan, you've got everything all wrong!!" John tried to tell her;
he wanted to do something about his injured front, but refused
to. "I love you!! I really love you!!"
"Oh, like 'Love' solves all problems!!" and she turned on her
heels. "*That* line doesn't even work for my parents!" she said
over her shoulder.
"Dyan!!" John cried, standing. "It's *not* a line!!"
And falling: The snack foods became scattered as he tried to
catch himself with the coffee table. His center of gravity now
different, he leaned against the front end too hard, and got
lower end thrown up by the other half of the table.
This time he landed on the floor on his back.
"Isn't there anything not soft and round I can land on..." he
moaned.
Dyan stopped automatically. She looked down at John. What was
that all about?
Then she saw the pervert had a good view up her dress. "Why
you..."
She looked around basement rec room for something to drop on her:
Something heavy!
"Not the fish tank!! Not the fish tank!!" John pleaded in his
female voice. "Dad 'll kill me!!" he told her, struggling to get
up and stop her.
He lost his balance again. This time he was prepared. This time
he tried to keep his balance.
This time he stumbled backwards.
He landed against the big screen TV. Knocking it out it out the
other side of the entertainment center. He had to use this body
he was so unused to, to try and keep from following after. The
center was teetered. The magnetically closed glass door on the
side opened.
One of the things to fall out was the camcorder. There was tape
over the little red light.
Dyan heard the racket, and had to look. And she saw the truth
now: "You were recording us!!!" she screeched in fury.
"No! No!" John the woman begged her to believe him, "I *wasn't*
going to show it to the guys!!"
"The Guys!!?" Dyan walked towards him as a mother bear would her
cornered prey (which was pulling itself up into the cubbyhole of
the center), "It wasn't just for *your* kicks? It was for
bragging rights? Worse: The Guys!!?"
She reached past him, and picked the camcorder up off the floor.
She looked at the cowering woman with as a judge would the most
heinous of criminals. "Do *they* know you're a woman?"
"Of course not!"
"Of course not. You couldn't let a bunch of perverts know that,"
she said walking away.
"Dyan? Dyan!" John pulled the new body until he could see her
leaving the glass door to the outside backyard. "Dyan!! You
can't!!!"
***
In the bedroom now lit by four candles in the candelabra, four
teens danced. They were still fully clothed. "Jeanni Lamphear...
Jeanni Lamphear... Jeanni! Lamp! Hear!"
Ernest stopped his dancing, and dropped down onto Ben's bed. "I'm
tired of this stupid game. Nothing's happening."
"What do you mean nothing?" Ben said, doing the 'latest cool
dance moves'. "Didn't you see the electricity? The sparks?!"
"It was cool!"
"Just the sort of FX you'd expect in a movie with magic!"
"...Visual orgasm," Willy grinned.
"It was a voltaic effect!" Ernest told them all.
"Is that the trade name for that kind of special effects?" Stan
the actor asked.
"It sounds exotic," Will said. "Or do I mean 'Erotic'? I keep
getting those two mixed up."
"A voltaic effect happens when different metals are next to each
other in a solution that allows the transmission of their ions!"
"Listen to the scientist," Ben said, unimpressed.
"I'd rather believe in magic," Stan said. "Whoever heard, "When
the two met, it was science"?"
---
Suddenly there was a sparking action on the mirror again. Which
quickly became arcs of lightning moving over and through it.
"See?" Ben smiled excitedly. "What do you call that?"
"A discharge caused by the humidity. It's the same condition out
that causes thunderstorms, if you'd paid attention," Ernest said.
"It's the power of the full moon on the magic mirror," Ben said
confidently.
---
"Don't you have any romance?!" Stan asked.
Knock! Knock! Pound! Came on the bedroom door.
Ben got up to get it. "Yeah. We're not your ordinary bunch of
sex-freaks, you know."
"I can't argue with that," Ernest said, sitting disgruntled, his
arms crossed high on his chest. "What other sex-freaks would
waste their time doing stupid stuff like this."
---
We do "stuff like this" because it's like Stan said: We've got
romance. Simply storming a casserole," he said opening his
bedroom door, "doesn't give as big a charge as--"
He stopped when he saw the drop-jawed, bug-eyed looks of the
other guys' faces.
"Uh, Geez!! What can I say. Uh, Err--It was all done with
computers? A trick program: Don't believe that tape or Dyan!!"
the last part, he *knew* what to say.
"Jeanni Lamphear!!"
"No, Willy!!" Stan screamed, just missing the squat and chubby
guy.
"We just got her," Ben cried, blocking the way. "Don't scare her
away!!'
"She's! Ours!! We wished for her!!" he went under between Ben's
legs.
"Aaaa!!!" John screamed, seeing the little monster spring up at
him.
---
Willy's hands and clutching fingers were just inch fractions from
a woman's full bosom.
"I want her! Give me! Give me!"
"Please forgive him, Ms. Lamphear!!" Ben pleaded as he held on
tight to the littlest pervert. "He's never been so close to a
beautiful girl before!"
"...A beautiful, stunning, ravishing, sublime, magnificent..."
Ernest walked in a daze towards her.
---
"Stan! Get Ernest! I can't handle the two of them at once!!" Ben
called out, trying to block the door and hold onto Willy.
But Stan was totally stupefied; stooped over with his arms
hanging limply in front of him, his mouth was open and his eyes
glazed.
"...My Heart. My One and Only. My Goddess!" Ernest was reaching
out his hand past Ben's interfering body.
"Please stay," Ben requested in his best con-artist voice. "I'm
sure, once we've talked, and you've gotten to know us better..."
"She'll hate us--It's now or never!!" Willy cried, tearing open
his shirt so he could escape it.
John screamed, and ran as fast as he could for the stairs down
and out!
***
"No!! My LOVE!!" the skinny Ernest shoved the large Ben out of
the way, and went after the other two. "You leave my sweet angel
alone!! You lay a filthy finger on her, and you'll never play the
flute again!!" he screamed.
"Ms. Lamphear!! This is all a misunderstanding!! We're your most
devoted fan club, so, naturally, we wished we could meet the
Greatest Singer, Actress, Model..."
The stupefied Stan Lipsky watched them all leave.
His head spun.
He fainted.
***
John hurried down the steps. "Ow! Ow, ow, ow..." On his way, he
grabbed hold of the things that insisted on bouncing up and down.
Willy was nearly right behind, "Don't waste that fondling! Let me
do it for you!"
"Nobody's going to grope an angel, heathen fiend!!" Ernest was
coming down strong behind Willy.
"As a celebrity, Ms. Lamphear, you must be use to, though, maybe,
not so crudely and inexpertly paid, attentions to your..." the
over-weight Ben talked on, trying to catch up.
"This is too gross even for you guys!!" John cried.
***
Anticipating hurt before it happened, he yelled "Ouch!!" instead
of Geronimo as he leaped the last four steps.
Willy leaped six, "I can be gentle!!"
Ernest dropped, "I'll save you, my damsel!!" He curled himself
up, and, his hands pulling on the risers to help gravity, went
full speed over the stairs.
--Under Willy: Where he kicked the smaller guy up and away from
his idol.
---
His feet hit her heels, his knees the back of hers: The woman of
his dreams was felled. "YEOWP!" She landed on top of the bony
boy.
Still holding her sore breasts.
Ernest's ribs met his spine, forcing all of the air out: "OOOOHP-
-" But the woman's back landed against his mouth, keeping any
more from escaping.
The air backed up, and inflated him.
She was bounced up into the air.
---
"All pile on!!" Willy yelled, jumping for her.
John shoved him away with the force to send him flying.
"Well, well: Look at what I caught!" a man's voice said.
---
A relatively tall, fat and balding, well-dressed man was picking
off the much smaller Willy from where'd the boy had splatted up
against his belly.
"Pop!" Ben stopped when he saw him.
"And what games are you libertines/slash/sinners playing at in my
house?"
"This is no game!!" the woman on top of the blue teen cried.
"They're out of their libido-loving minds!!"
"That, they are," Mr. Colgate said, holding away from his person
the boy who was now moving his feet, legs, and arms, hands,
fingers, and tongue for the woman.
---
"Is somebody going to introduce me to this--"
"Well, ' gotta be leaving! She just dropped by," Ben said,
yanking the woman up by her fore and upper arm. "'Can't stay. Big
night ahead--See you, Pop!!"
"I'm not going with you guys!!" the woman protested, leaning her
body away from the direction he wanted to take it.
"Willy's coming with us," Ben said.
"He IS??!" she cried.
"Try and keep us apart!" Willy yelled, breaking free; this time
leaving his tee shirt behind.
"EEE-AAAA!!!" the woman screamed, herself breaking loose from a
Colgate, and racing in the direction he'd wanted her to go in
first place.
***
Mr. Nathan "King" Colgate watched the three young people exit
quickly, and chuckled. "It's about time my son got himself a
girl. Keeping them, however, is the trick. I've had enough wives
to know."
He turned and walked away, thinking, "And keeping that one will
be a real challenge. She's just too much of a woman for young
upstarts like my Ben and his crew."
He smiled craftily, "...But for me..."
---
"I wonder... What would it take to make her Wife #5?
"...Or is it Wife #6?"
CRUNCH
He looked down. "Oh, sorry, lad; I didn't notice you down there."
"Most people don't," Ernest groaned.
***
A yard's security light went on, and its silent alarm went off.
The dog's bark set off others.
Caught in the light was a woman pressed up against a tree. There
was a terror in her wild eyes.
"I'm sorry I had to do that, Ms. Lamphear!..." John tried to keep
the tree between him and the voice. "...but you have to know
about my Pop! He's Okay, for a Pop. But when it comes to
women..."
Willy ran by him. "Jeanni! Jeanni! Hiding in the dark?! That's
where Lovers' meet! There's a full moon, you know!!"
"Knock it off, you lousy kids!! I have to get up early!!"
"Quiet, Wendell! They sound like maniacs!"
"It's okay, Mavis: I've got a shotgun! You hear, you lousy, good-
for--" BANG!
"Wendell!!"
"--I did that on purpose!!"
"...so you see, Pop would be doing even more crazy stunts just to
stay half as rich as..."
"I found you!!" Willy yelled.
A girl yelled!!
"Dyan!!" John yelled.
---
"I'm over here Willy!! It's Me you want!! Leave Dyan alone, you
filthy, piece of--"
Willy flew past him out of the dark to land against the tree and
the spotlight.
John saw that he wasn't going to be moving for a while, and
headed into the dark again. "Dyan! Are you alright?! He, he
didn't..."
"He just surprised me. No one surprises me," she warned.
"I, uh, found that out," he said, finding her standing beside
some garbage cans that had been left out for the next day; now
overturned. "You, uh... didn't take the tapes to the guys. You
waiting for school? Maybe show it on the closed-circuit?"
She handed him the camcorder when he got close enough. "No," she
said. "Even you don't deserve what might happen if your secret
got out. I may not like what you do, but it's your life to live
as *you* like."
She held up the camcorder's cassette. "*But* I'll be watching.
*Others* have the right to live their lives like *they* want!
Understand?"
"Uh, I guess. You're keeping that to show, if I cross some line,
right?"
"Right! Think of me as your parole officer. Like *Daddy*!"
John gulped. "The bounty hunter."
She put the cassette in the one pocket she had. "Remember; I'll
be watching," she said leaving for home.
She paused for a moment. "It's too bad. I wish you were a boy."
John watched her back as she walked away.
He was still watching as the police car pulled up, and the
officer got out.
"Okay, what have you been up to, son?"
John leaped up into the air with all his boyish might, throwing a
fist up through cloud 9, "She *Does* like me!!"
The End
Addendum: Not wishing to worry about girl constantly popping out
of her clothes, I grant John Smith one wish: He will always be
able to fit into his or her clothes.
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