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Here's a little something that I wrote to get the kinks out while I wrestle
with the Eerie Saloon story I'm working on. My special thanks go to Steve
Zink who was kind enough to edit this. Steve, thanks for finding all those
damned typos I shouldn't have made as well as for helping with the
description and dialog.
SRU: Loopholes
By Ellie Dauber
(c) 2001
"So this is the famous Spells R Us."
Dannie looked up from the fashion magazine she'd been reading. "How did
you..." She stared at the speaker, a very skinny boy in his mid-teens. He
looked more like a scarecrow than a person in his blue jeans and NASCAR
shirt, especially with that spiky light brown hair.
"I'll take this customer, Dannie." The Wizard stepped out from behind the
curtain that separated the private area of the store from the showroom.
"You get back to your studies. That magazine will be waiting for you by
your jacket." He made a gesture, and Dannie's magazine disappeared. In its
place, she held a thick book with an oddly colored leather-bound cover.
"Now, Richie, how did you find out about my humble, little store?"
"On the Internet," Richie Carlin said. "There's a whole section on this
place at the urban legends site I checked. One of the posters even said
that you'd know my name." He paused. "How do you do that? It's a good
trick."
"I do it just the way you're hoping I do it, Richie, magic. Yes, what you
read on the Internet is true. I really am a wizard." He pointed over to
Dannie, who was still standing at the counter. "That pretty young lady at
the counter -- the one who had better get back to the storeroom and her
studies, if she knows what's good for her -- is Dannie, my apprentice."
Dannie stuck out her tongue at the Wizard. "Yes, master," she said with a
wink, but she also closed the book and hurried behind the curtain with it.
The Wizard turned back to Richie. "Now then, what exactly can I do for
you?"
"Well, you... uhh... probably already know the answer to that."
"Yes, but the Rules require me to ask you anyway."
"Okay, then, just look at me." Richie stuck his arms far out from his
sides. "Skinny as a toothpick, knobby knees, and a total klutz at anything
more physically complicated than walking."
"A lot of boys your age have that sort of problem. You're basically just
growing too fast right now to keep your coordination or put on any muscle
mass. Do you want me to slow it down or speed it up? If I just stop it,
you'll never get any taller -- or any stronger -- though you will be
coordinated."
"The heck with that. Look, Mr. Wizard --"
"Please don't call me that; 'Sir' will be just fine."
"Okay, look, _Sir_, I was one of the top athletes in my class in grade
school, Little League MVP, Pop Warner football star, the whole thing. Then
about eight months ago, I started growing taller. My Dad says I need a new
pair of pants every month. Only, I'm not getting any bigger, just taller.
It's like I'm getting stretched... like in a fun house mirror. Except that
it's no fun for me. Besides everything else, I'm getting tired of tripping
over my own big feet."
"So what exactly do you want me to do for you, Richie?"
"I know I'm not the smartest guy in the world -- or even in the school. My
grades are okay, but not spectacular. I don't think I can get them up
enough to get any sort of a worthwhile academic scholarship. But I am -- or
I _was_ one of the best athletes my age in the city. I'll be a sophomore in
the fall. If I can get my old form back -- and keep it that way, I figure
I've got a good shot at a sports scholarship, football maybe. I'm better in
basketball, but nobody in my family is over five foot ten."
"I could make you taller, you know."
"Yeah, but height seems more like the problem to me than the solution."
"I think I agree with you on that. Okay, tell me exactly what you want."
"Okay, I've given it a lot of thought. Between now and the middle of August
-- that's the latest to try out for the team -- I want my body to get
graceful and coordinated again, with all the skills to play high school and
college football. I mean 'top level,' too, good enough to make the team at,
say, Florida State, or, even Nebraska."
"That's a rather big order, Richie."
"Well, if you think you can't do it..." He let the implication hang.
The Wizard reddened. "Who says I can't, but does it have to be football?
You said you were better in basketball. I just told you I could add a few
more inches to your height."
"Yes, Sir, football it is. You see, I learned two more things about you
from that Internet site."
"And what exactly was that?"
"For some reason -- it didn't even begin to guess why -- you've got a thing
about changing guys into girls. There are girls' basketball teams in a lot
of colleges. I hear that they're even talking about starting a league among
the high schools around here. Don't want to wind up on one of those by some
little _fluke_."
"I see, and what was the other thing you learned about me?"
"That you keep your word. Whatever you sell to people does what you say it
will do. They just have to be sure to read the fine print, though."
"Hmmm, I'd say you've got it all figured out." He walked over to a shelf
and took down a greenish blue fanny pack. "Here, you jog, don't you?"
"Some. Jogging is as good a way as any to try and get my old coordination
back. It just hasn't worked very well -- so far."
"It will now. Use this when you go jogging to keep your wallet and keys in.
You'll get your wish in no time at all."
"Fine, then. What do I owe you?"
"Let's say $19.95. I'll give you a discount for being clever."
Richie took out his wallet and gave the Wizard a $20 bill. "Is there tax on
that?" he asked, not sure that he had enough cash to cover the extra cost.
"Sometimes, but in this case, it's included in the price."
"Thank you, Sir. It's a couple of miles to my house. I think I'll break it
in right now." He stuck the wallet in the fanny pack and fastened it around
his waist. "Come and watch me play this season, if you get a chance. Your
apprentice can come, too."
"Oh, I'll be watching," the Wizard said. He waved as the smiling boy walked
out of his shop and hurried towards a mall exit, so he could begin his run
home."
Dannie came out from the back of the store. "I was watching on the Scryer
like you always have me do. I guess somebody finally outsmarted you."
The Wizard shrugged. "It's happened before and it will happen again, I'm
sure -- but it didn't happen just now with Richie."
"But he got what he asked for with no tricks on your part -- and no fancy
instructions to misinterpret or anything. And that bit about football
versus basketball was pretty clever of him."
"Yes, but now clever enough. Let's go watch. He should be just leaving the
mall parking lot by now."
Dannie followed the Wizard into the back of the store. The Scryer, a silver
and crystal bowl filled with rainwater, sat in an oaken frame on a
worktable. The Wizard made a pass over the water. It seemed to darken,
then a 3-D image of Richie running along the side of the highway formed
within it.
***
Richie was jogging on the shoulder along the side of the divided highway
that ran past the mall. He ran awkwardly, stumbling once or twice, but he
seemed to be getting better as he ran. In a few minutes, he had the stride
of a seasoned runner. The Wizard and Dannie could see the happy grin on is
face.
Then the fanny pack slowly changed color. The greenish blue faded, to be
replaced by a pale pink. The Wizard and Dannie could see the pink color
expand outward into Richie's aura. It spread gradually until he seemed to
be running inside a bright pink flame.
Now Richie began to change. He didn't seem to notice; he never broke
stride. But his arms and legs began to fill out. Only, instead of the hard
muscles he had hoped for, his body filled out with soft, feminine curves.
His hips widened and waist narrowed, even as his jeans altered to fit.
Two small bumps appeared under Richie's shirt. As the Wizard and Dannie
watched, they grew into a pair of 34-B breasts. Richie's new breasts
wobbled as he ran, then they stopped as his undershirt altered into a sports
bra.
Richie's hair grew longer and longer, lightening with blonde highlight.
Before he could notice it, the hair rearranged itself into a ponytail that
flowed through the air behind him.
Richie's face began to change, too. His angular features softened, and his
nose became a bit smaller. His eyebrows narrowed and took on a feminine
arch, even as his lips became fuller. Somehow, there was a light pink lip
gloss on those lips now, and a bit of blusher on his cheeks.
Now the final bodily change occurred. Although neither Dannie nor the
Wizard could see it, they could sense it. Richie's male organs grew
smaller, flowing into his body. In a few moments, all that remained was a
triangle of dark blonde curls hiding the nether lips of a young girl.
Richie's clothes were changing, too. His sneakers were pink now. His jeans
moved up his leg to become a pair of cut-offs. The intensely masculine
NASCAR shirt altered to a soft feminine design, the racer on the shirt
replaced with a panda holding a small sign lettered in Japanese.
By now, Richie was almost home, and so happy to have regained his former
coordination and stamina that he -- she, now -- hadn't noticed any other
changes. She did notice that her mother's car was in the driveway. That
meant it was after five, but there was probably still time for a shower
before dinner.
She ran into the house and shouted, "Hi, It's me!" to nobody in particular,
then took the steps two at a time and hurried into her room. She kicked off
her shoes and wriggled out of her shorts. It wasn't until she had her
T-shirt off and was struggling with the sports bra that she realized
something was wrong.
Richie looked around her room. There was a lavender coverlet on her bed,
with matching pillowcases. A tray with make-up sat on the top of her now
blue-painted dresser. There were still pictures of women on the walls, but
now they were of the U.S. Women's Soccer Team and a couple of posters for
the WNBA. The Little League MVP trophy was still there, but the figure on
top had pigtails.
There was a mirror on her closet door now, too. She saw a pretty girl with
an athletic, but not unattractive body staring back at her. The girl wore
only a pink sports bra and a pair of frilly panties.
Richie turned back and grabbed for the fanny pack that now lay on a corner
of her bed. "That dirty..." she said through gritted teeth. When she
lifted the pack to throw it across the room a note fell out. Curiosity got
the best of her, and she picked it up to read it.
Rachel,
That's your name now, by the way, the one everyone remembers
you having since you were _born_ a girl in this reality. You
asked me to give you the skill to make the team, not to
guarantee you a place on it. You'll have to settle for another
sport, maybe soccer, since there won't be a girls' basketball
team at your school for another three or four years. I will
promise that you get that athletic scholarship you wanted.
You've certainly got the skill for it.
The Wizard.
***
Dannie looked over at the Wizard. "That was kind of a dirty trick. You
know that he wanted to play football."
"He asked for the _skill_ to play football, not to be on the team. Rachel
really has that level of skill, speed, and coordination. She just doesn't
have the... plumbing anymore. She will go out for the girls' soccer team in
a couple of months. She'll make it, too, and she'll bring her school the
state championships her junior and senior years."
"That should get her into college."
"It will, Penn State. She'll star on the soccer team there, too."
"I'm happy for her, but won't she always be a little disappointed about
never playing college football?"
"No. There will be some sort of problem with the Penn State specialty
kicker during her junior year -- don't look at me like that; I won't have
anything to do with it. The coach will be so desperate that he'll give her
a chance to try out."
"And she makes it. Good for her."
"Better than good. After her forty-seven yard field goal gives Penn State
the national title in her senior year -- and, no, we're not allowed to bet
on that game -- anyway, she's going to get drafted by the Philadelphia
Eagles. She'll be the first woman in pro ball, playing two seasons until
she drops out to have a baby. The father is her husband, the assistant team
manager, and he'll bring her into the front office."
"So you didn't trick her after all."
"Yes, I did. Richie was desperate enough to try and trick me, so he
deserved some sort of payback. I was glad that _he_ left me enough of a
loophole that I could teach _her_ a lesson at the same time."
"Now what happens?"
"Now it's time for my lesson."
"Your lesson?"
"Yes. You're the computer wiz... expert. I want to hack into that website
Richie mentioned, and see just what it does say about me."
The End.
Postscript:
When this story was first posted, it was pointed out that what we call
"soccer" is "football" to the rest of the world. In which case, the Wizard
gave Richie/Rachel EXACTLY what s/he asked for.
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