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God for a Day By Morpheus It was mid afternoon of a day that had been pretty much like any other. The only good thing that I could really think of about it at the top of my head was that it was vaguely sunny... and of course that I had it off from work. I guess that was two things, but I didn't feel like getting picky. My name was Elliot Blaine and I was a fairly average looking man of 29. In fact, with my 5 foot 11 height, my dull brown hair and nondescript face, it was pretty easy for me to get lost in a crowd. Even my job was somewhat average and not really worth mentioning. I had been out taking a walk, getting away from my apartment and catching up on some fresh air. At the moment, I was sitting down on a park bench, taking a small break from my walk and watching people walk by. Specifically, I was keeping an eye out for attractive women, though that hadn't really been my specific intention when I'd sat there. Still, it was hard to ignore nice scenery... not that I was trying. Just then, I heard a crashing sound from a short distance away and nearly jumped before I saw that it was just an old woman who'd dropped a bag of groceries. A few cans were rolling around on the ground, just beside the hole in the bag. "Drat," the woman cursed in frustration, beginning to bend over. "Let me give you a hand," I told her, quickly going over to help her. As I helped get the fallen groceries together, the old woman pulled another well used paper bag out of her purse. It was obvious that she believed in recycling, which made me smile since my own grandma did the same thing. "Thank you," the old woman told me with a smile, "It's nice to know that manners aren't all gone." "No problem," I responded pleasantly as she continued on her way, seemingly without further problems. With a shrug, I sat back down on the bench, feeling a little pleased with myself. It wasn't often that I could say that I'd done my good deed for the day. "That was kind of you," a man suddenly said from beside me, nearly making me jump because I hadn't noticed him coming up. I quickly looked at the stranger and saw that he appeared to be in his 40's and looked rather distinguished. He was even wearing a fairly nondescript gray suit. "You helping the woman," the man continued pleasantly. I was still a little startled, not to mention wary. "It was nothing," I responded with a shrug. The stranger just nodded his head faintly a slight gleam in his eyes and the hint of a smile upon his lips. "Still, your kindness was just the sign that I was looking for." At my blank look, he grinned broadly and set a hand on my shoulder. "That's why I'm going to give you a gift. A priceless gift." Suddenly, a chill ran through my body along with a strange tingle. I could feel something... something more. Something that I had no words to describe, though it quickly settled down so that I wasn't even sure that I really had felt it. "What gift?" I demanded suspiciously. With a gentle laugh, the man responded, "I've already given it to you." Then he noticed the look on my face, probably realizing that I was about go get my ass out of there and held up his hand, his expression turning serious. "I've given you the power." I just stared at him blankly, suspecting that I was facing some sort of crazy person. He just dressed a lot nicer than what I would have expected one to. But then again, I guess that just proved that you couldn't tell from appearances. "Humor me," he told me, gesturing for me to remain seated. He didn't seem every threatening so I remained where I was for the moment. "You have been given the power. The power of a god. The power to do almost anything. Well... within certain limitations that is." By this time, there was no longer any doubt that I was dealing with someone who was not in his right mind. My first instinct was to talk away, yet there was the thought that it might anger him and set him off. Then again, he didn't seem dangerous and it wouldn't hurt to humor him either. "And," the stranger continued, "you must pass the power to someone else before 24 hours have passed. You must give it away... by willing it to someone at close distance, before this time tomorrow." He paused for a moment and looked me straight in the eyes, something within his seeming to indicate that he was both perfectly sane and perfectly serious. "And what if I don't?" I asked, telling myself that I was just humoring him, though a part of me wasn't completely sure. "The power will leave you anyway," he continued calmly. "It will find someone else... somewhere else. Perhaps someone who is not very nice or may never even discover they have the power until it has left them as well. However..." the man paused again, giving me that intent look, "the power does not like to go that way. When it does, it has been known to remove all that it has given, even the very memory of it." "Then why me?" I asked with a frown, beginning to get into his story a little. The stranger just shrugged, "Because I was near the end of my time and you seemed like a kind man." My next question was, "Were did this... power come from?" "I received it from a someone the same way you received it from me," he explained. "But as to where it came from..." He shrugged, "Perhaps it has existed since the beginning of time. I do not know." There were several seconds of silence before the man nodded. "I have to go now. Please be careful with the power... And remember... this time tomorrow." And with that, the strange man walked away, quickly disappearing around a corner. For nearly a minute, I just remained where I was, thinking about the strange encounter that I'd just had. Finally, I shook my head, muttering, "Ooookay." With forced chuckle, I told myself, "That has to be the strangest thing that has ever happened to me." With that, I stood up and started walking back to my apartment, smiling faintly in amusement that this guy had thought he could just give someone the power of a god. That he could give ME the power of a god. The story was definitely worth a smile, for it's inventiveness if nothing else. Too bad that it was just a story though. --- "Not too bad Elliot," I told myself as I bent over and took a deep sniff of the dinner that I had just prepared. It was about 2 hours since the incident in the park and I had nearly forgotten all about it. At the moment, I was just about to eat, though it wasn't the homemade food I would have preferred. Instead, it was one of those frozen things that I'd just cooked in the skillet. I was too lazy to do very much cooking on my own, not to mention I wasn't the greatest of cooks. "What I wouldn't give for a steak though," I sighed, imagining a big juicy porterhouse on my plate instead. To my surprise, I found that I was suddenly staring down at a steak, just like I had imagined. I blinked, taking a nervous step back as my mouth dropped open in disbelief. After a few seconds, I tested it, finding that it not only felt, but tasted like a real steak. Taking a deep breath, I whispered, "No way..." For a moment, all I could do was stare at the steak in utter amazement, my eyes so wide that it was a wonder they didn't just pop out of my head. Cheap store bought dinners didn't just turn into juicy steaks... Not unless... With a frown, I willed my glass of milk to change as well, concentrating on a mug of beer instead. And right before my eyes, the glass shimmered and changed, being replaced with a beer, just like I had imagined. There was no longer any doubt that as unbelievable as it might be, the weird stranger I'd run into earlier had been telling the truth. "Unbelievable," I muttered thoughtfully. Though I'd never really believed in magic, or actually even gave it much thought, I wasn't one to deny my own senses. It was pretty obvious that something extremely strange was happening and the strange man at the park was the only explanation. Hell, he'd even told me about it straight up and it wasn't his fault if I hadn't believed him. Then again... who would have? "He said I'd have the powers of a god," I remembered aloud, Then with a faint, and slightly nervous smile, I decided to try out this supposed power a bit more. And with that, I conjured a huge dinner with lobster, baked potato and an expensive wine. It might have seemed a rather trivial thing to wish for, but at the moment, I was pretty hungry. Dinner soon proved to be the best meal of my entire life. When I finally started to get full from eating all that I'd conjured, I just wished my stomach a little emptier, then continued eating more. I got so carried away doing this, that it ended up probably being a 10 course meal, with all of my favorite foods... and deserts. And I didn't have to either suffer a bloated stomach or gain a single pound. Once I was done eating and cleaning up, I turned my thoughts to other uses for my new power. It didn't take me long before I had changed my entire apartment, improving everything and giving myself the absolute best entertainment system that I could imagine. I even looked out the window and turned my old car into a much nicer one. Between dinner and my apartment alterations, it was several hours later when I finally looked around my apartment and realized that I had a once in a lifetime opportunity... and I was just wasting it in my own apartment. I could be anywhere... doing anything... and I was still in the same place I would have been if I'd never gotten the power. "Kind of pathetic," I told myself with a shrug. A short while later, I was downtown, near one of... if not THE hottest club in town. I never would have gotten through the door normally, but with my new power, I was confident that it would be no problem. It was amazing the confidence that having the power of a god will give you, even if it is only for one day. I smiled as I looked towards the long line to get into the club, as well as the very large man who was standing at the door and preventing them all from getting in. However, there was someone else in front of him. A more normal sized guy who was nicely dressed, choosing who got in and when. Those were the guys that would have kept me out before. But not now. Just then, I froze as something caught my eye and turned to the side, staring with my mouth half open as a pair of extremely hot looking women walked past. Everyone in the line paused to turn and stare at those two as well, the men with obvious lust and the women with mostly envy. "Damn," I whispered to myself, even as the two walked straight to the head of the line and were let straight in. "Now I've really got to get in." Shaking my head, I willed my clothes to change into something a little more fashionable. I knew from experience that my normal sense of style wasn't going to cut it in a place like that. And of course, the most important thing. I filled my pockets with fifty dollar bills, knowing that money would open just about any door. After waiting in line for over half an hour, I finally got to the front of the line and was standing face to face with the nicely dressed man who determined who got in and who didn't. I just smiled confidently, pulling out a couple fifties so that I could give him a 'tip'. After all, at the moment I certainly had the means to be generous. "I don't think so buddy," the man in front of me stated, gesturing to the side with his thumb, "Beat it." "What?" I gasped out in surprise, then quickly regaining my composure and pulling out several more fifties. However, instead of letting me in like I'd expected, the man looked annoyed, sneering, "I said get lost." "Look," I started, getting frustrated myself and starting to push my way through, "I'm going in..." Suddenly, the huge man in the back moved, quicker than I would have expected possible. Before I was even aware of it, his hands were on my shoulders and I was already lifted off the ground. "Fuck off loser," he snarled, just before tossing me off to the side with incredible ease. Even before I hit the ground, I could hear the uproar of laugher from the line, which hurt me even more than the impact. My cheeks were burning with humiliation and I turned over for a better look, immediately wishing that I hadn't. Everyone was staring at me... staring at me and laughing. And then, as if to rub things in further... another woman walked to the head of the line. She was an absolutely gorgeous brunette in revealing clothes, looking as if she'd stepped right out of a Playboy or something. All she did was smile and flip her hair, and the guy in the suit nearly tripped over himself to let her in. Though I quickly scrambled back to my feet, my eyes remained locked on the door the woman had just gone through. I was filled with a mixture of anger, humiliation... and even envy. Envy at just how easily that woman had gotten in... as had every other hot looking woman. It wasn't fair. I grimaced, glaring at the two door guards before moving back out of sight a little. Somehow, I knew that I was going to get in. I had to. What was the good of having the power of a god if I couldn't even get into one lousy nightclub. Well, maybe not lousy... Just then, I noticed another beautiful woman heading towards the door and frowned, "It's not fair," even as I stared at her. All a beautiful woman had to do was smile, maybe show a little cleavage... and they could get anything they wanted. That was the way the world worked, as the club door just proved. But I'd seen it a million times before. It was always the same thing. Of course, that was no surprise. Attractive woman always got all of the attention as well, usually even being the center of it. Me however, I was barely even noticed, normally being relegated to near invisibility instead. Such was the price of being too average. And as I thought about not only the hot women who'd just walked in, but all of the hot women I'd seen, I couldn't help but feeling envious. Envious of just how much attention they got... of just how many things were just handed to them. Then, not for the first time either, I started to wonder what it would be like to be a woman...or at least a beautiful one. I wasn't gay or a crossdresser, or anything else like that, however there had been a number of times when I'd gotten curious about what it would be like. But then again, I figured that every guy had to wonder the same thing from time to time, whether they admitted it or not. It only took a moment more before I froze, suddenly realizing that I had an unbelievable opportunity at the moment. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity...no, a once in a hundred lifetimes opportunity. And with a grin, I asked myself, "Why not?" My heart raced and my whole body nearly tingled in anticipation of finally resolving my curiosity. Of actually becoming the very thing that I lusted after. It was only going to be temporary, but still, to actually see... Several seconds and small bit of concentration was all that was needed to tap into my temporary power and begin the changes. They hit me quickly, washing over my body so fast that I was barely able to even register them. However, I could feel my flesh shifting, taking an entirely new form. And within mere moments, it was done. "Oh man," I gasped, hearing a woman's voice coming from my throat. I conjured a mirror and turned to look at the gorgeous strawberry blonde who stared back. She... I was a total knockout with DD cup tits and an unbelievable body that was probably better than any other within that club. I was now only 5 foot 9, though the high heels I was wearing made me a little taller than I was normally, and I had also changed my age a little so that I was now only 23 years old as well. "Nice," I whispered to myself in amazement, "Very nice indeed." I was already beginning to turn myself on. I was feeling rather pleased with myself, even a little smug. My whole body felt strange and my balance off, though it wasn't unpleasant at all. Just... different. Perhaps even just a little good. And it was certainly somewhat erotic, knowing that I looked like something out of one of my own wet dreams. Feeling a bit dazed, I started to turn but quickly lost balance and fell over. With a grimace, I bent over and rubbed at my ankle, realizing that it wasn't as easy to walk in high heels as it looked. However, that could probably be fixed as well. And with just a little concentration, I made another small use of my new power. "That should do it," I told myself as I got back to my feet with a smile. Then, I took one final look at my reflection in the mirror, my hands instinctively going to my new breasts before I turned and started walking back towards the club. This time however, there was no problem walking in high heels at all. It was as though I had been walking in them for years, thanks to the same abilities that had given me them in the first place. This time, I avoided the line and walked straight to the club door. The same two men were standing there, choosing who went in and who was thrown to the side. But their reactions to me were quite a bit different than the last time as they both smiled invitingly. The nicely dressed man even waved for me to go straight in. "Thank you," I half purred to him as I walked past, having to bite back the anger I felt at both of them for my previous treatment. Almost as soon as I was inside, I glanced back at them and decided that I didn't just have to take it anymore. In fact, I was a little embarrassed to realize that I didn't have to take it before either, that I could have made them let me in or gone in another way. However, it was too late to change that now, but not too late for a little petty revenge. A second later, the nicely dressed guy at the door suddenly pissed his pants, losing complete control of his bladder right in front of the entire line. The laugher from the witnesses brought a smile to my lips, as did the thought that he'd probably been humiliated even worse than I had. But for the big guy who'd actually thrown me... Well, he wasn't going to get off that easy. Well, he would soon discover that he now possessed the strength of a little girl. I just wished I could be there when he found out. However, at the moment, I had other things to occupy my mind and promptly turned my attention to them. To the inside of the club that I'd just gone through so much to get into. It was huge, filled with people, all of them seemingly young and attractive as well as having a great time. Before I had even had a chance to take everything in, there was suddenly a young man standing next to me asking, "Want to dance?" I just blinked in surprise, which he apparently took for acceptance as I was gently pulled towards the dance floor. Though I hadn't really meant to say 'yes', I just smiled and decided to go along with the flow for the moment and try to have fun. And have fun I did, though it was certainly a different experience, especially with the way my chest jiggled... drawing lots of admiring stares and attention. After several minutes of the dancing, someone cut in and I found myself dancing with a different partner. When another man tried to cut in a short time later, I quickly realized that I was becoming quite popular... at least among the men. It was no wonder with the way I looked, though I wasn't sure though how I felt about all of the sudden attention I was now getting. It was something completely new for me and I wasn't sure exactly what I should be feeling, though there was unquestionably a bit of a thrill in it. "My name's Tony," the fourth or fifth guy I was dancing with introduced himself to me. I just smiled pleasantly at that, not even bothering to really remember the name. At least this one was polite enough to give it to me, when two of my previous partners hadn't been. And though I was briefly tempted to make up some name on the spot to give him back, I decided not to bother. Since I wasn't the least bit interested in him, not like he was in me, I saw no reason to encourage him more than I was already. When I got tired of dancing, I moved over to the bar, but before I could even take a seat, several men asked if they could buy me a drink. I was a little surprised at first, but turned down the first two offers before finally giving in and accepting one. "I'm Michael by the way," the tall man introduced himself to me as he paid for the beer. "Ellie," I told him, finally breaking down and giving a modified version of my own name. Michael and I sat at a table and talked for a few minutes, with me finding out that we had a few things in common, but not many. Still, he had paid for my drink so it was only polite to keep talking to him while I drank it. And besides, it kept some of the others guys from swarming me for a while, giving me a chance to think. Just a minute later though, a pretty brunette was suddenly standing next to our table, glaring both at me and Michael. "What the hell are you doing with her?" Then she looked at me specifically, "And what the fuck are you doing with my boyfriend?" "Boyfriend?" I repeated coldly, glaring at Michael. At this point, both of us were glaring at the man who was now cringing back in his seat. I didn't particularly care about his cheating on his girlfriend, but I was having a blast seeing the look on his face. Within seconds, Michael was gone from the scene. I couldn't help but laughing at his expression when his girlfriend pulled him away by his ear. Maybe he'd even learn a valuable lesson from the incident... like don't hit on other women when your girlfriend is waiting a few tables over. Since I was alone again, it didn't take long before men were coming over and hitting on me again. There were more offers of drinks, as well as requests to dance. I turned them all down though, gently waving them away. I might not have been interested, but I saw no need to be mean about it, especially since I knew very well how harsh that could be first hand. However, after one man tried a particularly sleazy pickup line, then followed it up with, "Come on home to my place and I'll fuck your brains out," I made an exception to my being nice. Several minutes later, he was on his way to the nearest gay bar to pickup a date, not knowing why he was doing it but being unable to stop himself. "I am such a bitch," I giggled to myself as I watched him leave. Still, in spite of the annoyances that I now had to deal with, I had to admit that I was still having fun. I was still enjoying the attention, or at least a large part of it. I could have done without constantly being hit on or getting the sleazy pickup lines, but even those were an acknowledgment of just how hot a woman I now appeared to be. However, as much fun as it was getting all of the attention, I was beginning to think that it might be time to turn back into a guy. After all, I might be able to get any and every guy I wanted as I was, but it wasn't guys that I was interested in. After a little consideration though, I decided to hold off on changing back for just a little longer. Things were still exciting. It was just several minutes later when I suddenly froze, my eyes locking on a woman who was going towards the bar. My heart seemed to jump up into my throat at the very sight of her as she was incredibly gorgeous, and definitely the hottest woman in the club... besides myself, and she was a close second. She was a brunette, about my current height and with a very shapely pair of tits that were probably about the same size as my own as well, if not just a tiny bit bigger. "Wow," I whispered to myself, startled at the reactions I was feeling in my body. My crotch was beginning to feel a little wet and my nipples were becoming erect. "So this is what it feels like for a woman." It was a bit different than a hard-on, a little less urgent but still rather pleasant. And fortunately, it was a little less obvious. Almost as if sensing my eyes on her, the brunette turned to look in my direction. I gulped, tearing my eyes away in embarrassment, though I couldn't resist immediately looking back in her direction. To my surprise, she was smiling faintly and walking in my direction. "Hi," she said once she reached my table, "I'm Sharon." She didn't even wait for an invitation before taking a seat beside me. "Um... hi," I responded, still feeling a bit embarrassed at being caught, much less at her coming over to my table. I'd gotten that treatment a number of times that night from various men, but this was the first time that a woman had come to sit by me. "I'm Ellie," I told her, quickly regaining my composure. "You looked like you could use some company over here," Sharon told me with a pleasant, sexy smile, "I hope you don't mind." "Not at all," I smiled back, more than a little glad of her presence. After this introduction, Sharon and I started talking, about fairly impersonal things at first, though we were soon talking almost as if we were old friends. It was strange, but exhilarating at the same time. I never would have imagined that one day I would be so close to an incredibly gorgeous woman who treated me like a great friend instead of ignoring me. Or much less, that I would be doing it as a gorgeous woman myself. Though I wasn't consciously aware of it at first, I also soon found myself flirting a little with Sharon. But to my surprise, instead of seeming offended, she flirted right back. It only intensified from there. Eventually, Sharon asked, "Would you be interested in say... having breakfast with me?" There was no doubt though as to what she really meant. All I could do was grin broadly, wanting nothing more. Then a thought suddenly occurred to me. I couldn't help wondering at my luck at running into such a hot lesbian while I was in a body that she found perfectly attractive as well. Was it really the luckiest day of my life, or at she at least been an unconscious alteration from my godlike powers? I supposed that at the moment, it didn't really matter. However, I couldn't resist asking, "How did you know I was attracted to women?" Sharon just smiled faintly, "I noticed the way you were watching some of the women." Then she looked slightly embarrassed as she added, "And me." I nodded at that, feeling a little more accepting that she was a real lesbian, but I knew that it still didn't prove anything. Still, I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth, regardless of where it came from. Especially not one as hot as Sharon. It didn't take much longer before Sharon and I were at her apartment, enjoying several drinks together before climbing into bed. Well... after the couch and kitchen table... It didn't take long before I realized just why women like foreplay so much, as well as learned more about giving and receiving it than I ever would have imagined. Then, Sharon brought me to orgasm with her tongue, pushing me to the point where I felt as though I was exploding from within. I screamed out in surprise and pleasure, unable to believe that anything could feel so good. It was sure as hell better than cumming as a guy, and to make it even better yet, Sharon quickly brought me to yet another one. "Oooh," Sharon teased me in the middle of our lovemaking, "you're a screamer." I just giggled, "Go ahead and moan girl..." With that, I returned to the 69 position that we'd been exploring. Somehow, Sharon and I continued in our lovemaking session for hours, with me quickly losing track of not only how long we'd been doing it, but how many times I'd come. There was no doubt that I could never have lasted anywhere near that as a man, but eventually we were both overcome with exhaustion and collapsed to sleep in each other's arms. --- When I woke up, I was startled to find Sharon lying curled up right beside me. My first impulse was to jump out of bed in confusion, but then I remembered the evening before and remained frozen where I was. I could hardly believe that it had been real, but the weight of the breasts that were still present was more than proof enough that it was. "Oh man," I whispered to myself, taking a long look at Sharon before sliding my legs off of the bed and sitting up before taking a good long look down at myself. I still wasn't sure what was more amazing, my currently female body or the fact that I'd slept with such a hot woman. Then, I looked over at the clock and was shocked to see how late it was. Either Sharon and I had been going at it for a lot longer than I realized, or we'd really been sleeping a long time. Probably a mixture of both. Either way, there wasn't really much time left before my 24 hours was up. Before my day as a god was completely over. "Damn," I whispered to myself, feeling a huge surge of disappointment. There were so many things I wanted to do with the power while I possessed it, but not nearly enough time. For a moment, I just stood there, staring down at Sharon and then down at myself, filled with mixed emotions. I was really going to miss not being able to repeat what we'd had the night before, but I had to get back to normal while I still could. So with that, I prepared to use the power. Suddenly, Sharon's eyes opened and she smiled up at me, looking just as beautiful in the morning. "Morning tiger," she purred as she propped herself up with her arm. "Morning," I responded with a smile, dropping my attempt to use the power. "Going already?" Sharon asked, a slightly disappointed look in her eyes. I nodded my head, then chuckled, "Well, it is getting a bit late..." Sharon nodded herself and sat up the rest of the way. "But I still owe you breakfast..." We both chuckled faintly at that while she gave me a mock pouting expression. Then she continued, "Last night was great. You're a real tigress in bed." "So were you," I responded honestly, knowing that I'd never had sex that powerful before. It was as if there was some incredible chemistry between the two of us. However, I knew that it would go away as soon as I changed back to normal. Suddenly, I realized that it didn't have to go away. With my power, I could make her straight, and even completely in love with the male me. The temptation was incredible, however, a single look at Sharon robbed me of that idea. She was perfection itself and there was no way that I was going to tamper with her like that. I even felt vaguely guilty for just thinking about it. Then Sharon got up off of the bed and came close, pressing her naked body into mine. That was all it took for me to start getting aroused again. My body reacted even more strongly when she put her lips to mine, the beginning of a long and passionate kiss. "I really like you Ellie," Sharon said once we'd broken apart. "We have to do this again..." Then she smiled, looking just a tiny embarrassed, "I'd like to see you again." I was a bit startled by what she'd said, but somehow managed to reply, "I like you too." That was a bit of an understatement. "So you'll come back?" she pushed gently. All I could do was nod agreement, wincing inside as I knew that I wouldn't be able to. Not like she wanted. And even if she would accept the male me, it just wouldn't be nearly as exciting as it had been the night before. Sadly, I knew that this was going to be the last time I'd be able to relate to her like that, though I didn't have the courage to tell her this. A short time later, I'd gotten dressed again and left Sharon's apartment. Though I would have loved to stay longer, even doing a repeat of the night before, I knew that I didn't have the time. I had to get away so that I could change back to normal... and then pass the power on. For a moment, I strongly considered keeping it. Perhaps the stranger who'd given me the power had been wrong. Perhaps he was lying for some reason. However, for some reason I didn't think that he had been. Somehow, I had the feeling that he was telling the complete truth. I paused from my walking down the sidewalk and looked down at myself, staring at my gorgeous woman's body. Who ever would have thought that it would feel so... nice. I couldn't resist smiling at how much better it had felt the night before, not to mention all of the attention I got from it. With a sigh, I went to a hotdog stand and bought myself a little lunch, knowing at the same time that I could have just conjured it. Still, I'd gotten a real charge out of the way the salesman had been so polite to me, so eager to please. Yes, there was no doubt that I was really going to miss that attention. And then of course, there was Sharon. I'd just met her the night before, but there was no doubt that I was really going to miss her as well. She was nice and funny, not to mention unbelievably hot. If things were a little different, if she were straight or I was really a woman...well, there was little doubt that I could easily fall in love with her. I looked down at my watch with a frown, "Just a little longer." For some reason, I was holding off on not only passing the power on, but in changing back to normal. It didn't really make sense to me, at least not the staying as Ellie part. However, it wasn't about reason or sense, but emotion and feeling. And I loved how it made me feel. Then with a sigh, I reached out to use the power for what I knew would probably be the last time. Even as I used it, I was already regretting the loss of it. Of all of the opportunities that I would not have to use the power of a god. However, a part of me suspected that it might be for the best. "Done," I whispered as I finished using the power. For a moment, I just stood there motionless, taking several deep breaths before I looked down at myself and patted the purse, which now hung from my shoulder. I blushed in self-conscious embarrassment, while at the same time being filled with an excitement at what I had done. Or more specifically, at what I had not done. Though I had planned on changing myself back to normal, I'd had a sudden... impulsive change of mind. Without even bothering to worry about the long term ramifications, I did what a large part of me now wanted and took a risk. And now, instead of being a man again, I now carried a purse, which held my driver's license and other documents in the name of Ellie Blaine. "I did it," I told myself in some amazement, still charged with a massive thrill. And there were other changes as well, ones, which I couldn't see at the moment. There were the changes in my apartment and the new wardrobe inside. And there were several people who now remembered me as having always been Ellie. It would certainly make things a whole lot easier for me. After nearly a minute of being lost in amazement at what I had just done, I suddenly shook myself out of it, remembering my time limit. With another glance at my watch, I frowned, realizing that I really didn't have much time left at all. In fact, there wasn't going to be enough time for me to be really picky about who I passed it on to either. All I could do was hope that I found someone who wouldn't misuse the power...too badly. "Who to choose..." I mused as I looked at the people around me, trying to determine who I should give it to. I couldn't help regretting that I hadn't chosen someone sooner... like, perhaps Sharon. Then I suddenly smiled as I made up my mind. Though a large part of me suggested that it might not be the greatest idea, there wasn't time to get picky. My choice was more of an impulse than any solid reasons, but I had made it. With that, I smiled as I sauntered over to the teenage boy who was undoing the chain that held his bicycle to a tree. He couldn't be any older than 14, looking rather plain and ordinary. In fact, he reminded me a great deal of myself at that age, which was probably what made me choose him in the first place. That, and because he'd been polite and held a door open for a seriously overweight woman just a minute before. I paused for just a moment, eager to get on with my new life. To get back to Sharon and repeat what we'd done the night before, perhaps even going further. But first, there was one final responsibility that I had to take care of. "Hello," I greeted the surprised boy, putting my arm on his shoulder and willing the power on to him. I could feel it leaving my body and entering his. And with mixed feelings of relief and envy, I whispered, "I'm going to give you a gift. A priceless gift..." THE END