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Zodiac Coin: Virgo By JRD 2300 YEARS AGO... He was a seer, divining the future by reading the patterns in the stars. Tonight, however, the stars seem to defy all attempts to read them. The strange, glowing, golden rock that had been brought to him by the miners seemed destined to defy any predictable use. He had read the stars four times that night, and each time something, a flash of light, a comet, something, had predicted something radically different for what to do with the rock. It was as though the gods themselves conspired to keep it a mystery. But he couldn't let himself fail. His lord paid him only so long as he continued to make predictions, most of which had to come true. But how could he predict the unpredictable? Oh, well, if the stars were so chaotic tonight, then he would send the rock where it would benefit the most chaotic profession he knew. *** David was talking with his sister, Louise, when her Significant Other, Deborah, came in with a tray filled with cookies and glasses of lemonade. After Deborah finished passing out the glasses, she set the tray on the coffee table between them and sat on the edge of the chair where Louise was seated. After a few sips of lemonade, David said, "You know, Louise, I never figured you for a lesbian. No offense, Deborah." Deborah, a thin, petite blond, replied, "No offense taken." Louise, a very rich, very beautiful, very buxom model, gently took her lover's hand and said, "I never thought I'd be a lesbian, but a while ago, I needed sex with a woman. Deborah became that woman. In the process of getting the sex that I needed, I just fell in love with her." "Needed? Louise, nobody needs sex, and it doesn't look like you would have any trouble finding any from anywhere you chose to look for it, male or female." "Well, I suppose that is technically true. The sex was necessary for the purposes of the magic." "What? The magic of love?" "Actually, I was speaking a bit more literally. I found a magic coin, but in order to make the magic work, I needed to give up my virginity. Since I had long since lost my guy on girl virginity, I had to give up my girl on girl virginity. I chose Deborah to do that with, and in the process of working the magic, I fell in love and decided to spend the rest of my life with her." David gave his sister a look like she was crazy. "You're kidding me, right? A magic coin? What does it do? Make every slot machine it comes into contact with pay off?" With two girls grinned, knowing they sounded silly, but knowing it was the truth. "I suppose if you wanted to wish for that, then that is what it would do. That's what it does, by the way; it grants wishes." "Yeah, right." "I know it's hard to believe, but it's true. David, do you remember what I looked like when I was younger?" "I remember you were pretty enough." "Pretty, but not beautiful. I wanted to be runway model beautiful. I wanted to have the kind of beauty that had high price designers designing thousand dollar dresses just in hopes that I would wear their work. Now, thanks to the coin, I have it." "Oh, come on. So you're really different now. It's nothing a high-priced plastic surgeon couldn't get you." When Debra had to smother a laugh, David asked, "What's so funny?" Deborah said, "Sorry to shatter your bubble, but I was there when she showed up for that first shoot, paid for out of her own pocket. She was pretty, as you said, but there was no way she was ever going to become a runway model. She just didn't have the right genetics. If the absolute best plastic surgeons in the world had worked on her for years, the best she could ever aspire to was a catalog model, where photo shoots were carefully regulated and slight imperfections could be touched up." "No offense, but your relationship with my sister doesn't exactly make yours an unbiased opinion." Louise said, "Perhaps, but her relationship would tend to have her saying I could when I really couldn't. Why would she say that I couldn't if I really could?" "I don't know. Maybe... Oh, I don't know! But come on. Magic?!" Deborah said, "I don't think he's going to believe us without proof." Louise said, "I agree. If you'll excuse me, love." Deborah rotated a little bit on the arm of the chair, so that Louise could get up. Louise went to a painting hanging on the wall, swung it out on hidden hinges to reveal a wall safe behind it, opened the safe, got something out, and tossed it to David. He was a bit surprised, so he juggled it a bit before finally catching it solidly. As soon as he had his hands on it, he saw that it was a small gold coin with the figure of a kneeling, apparently nude woman in profile embossed upon it. Barely even realizing he was doing it, he began to speak, saying, "The Virgo Coin. It will grant up to three wishes, but the wisher must, in order to get the wishes, find a sex or species that he has never had sex with before and have sex with a single representative of that sex or species. Each wish will be granted only after a new type of sex is had, and each wish can be made no sooner than six months after the last was made, and you can spend no more than one day apart from the representative during any week without voiding the further wishes." Louise sat beside Deborah again. "Pretty amazing, huh?" "Very. But what does it mean by species?" Images of animals flashed through David's head. "You mean..." "Yup. If you've already had sex with both men and women, then you could choose a dog or horse or something else as your partner to power the wish." "I think I'd pass on the animal sex." He was about to toss the coin back to Louise, but she said, "No, no, I'm giving the coin to you. I used my three wishes, so now I'm passing it on to my older brother." "I can't really use it. I've had sex with both men and women." Deborah giggled and said, "I know you said no animal sex, but if you want, we could loan you Odin or Thor." "And Odin and Thor would be?" Louise said, "The big Dobermans out back." "No thanks. Even if I were willing, I couldn't use a dog." "You mean-" Before she could go any further with her question, David explained, "It was a wild frat party; I was drunk; somebody bet me; end story. Let's not go any further with this." Deborah and Louise both giggled, and David knew that his sordid past would probably be discussed after he was gone. Louise said, "All right, but I really want you to be able to use the coin. You always had such big dreams. It's really a waste that you're stuck as a clerk in a clothing store." Deborah said, "I've got an idea." David asked, "Another animal?" with obvious distaste. "No. But I'm not sure it's gonna work. You say you have been with both men and women. Well, who I'm thinking of is both. Actually, she thinks of herself as female, but she says she often feels excluded from both sexes." "What do you mean?" "She's a shemale, a chick with a dick. Although she may qualify as being one or the other to the coin, male or female, that is, she might be different enough to be considered something new." "Would she be willing to have sex with me just so I could get what I want? I'm not looking for any long-term commitment or anything." "She might have a problem with it. She's an ex-porn star. She is trying to make an honest living, and she might consider this too close to her old line of work. However, she's also a very practical girl, and if you made a sweet enough offer, she could probably be talked into it." "What are you planning to say to get her over here? Are you going to tell her about the coin?" "Not to get her over here. She would definitely think I was crazy. But once she is over here, you need to be totally honest and tell her about the coin; otherwise she might decide to walk out on you. Give her an incentive to stick around, like part of the benefits of your wishes, or even a wish just for her. It'd be better for you to get two wishes then none at all." "Are you sure that's wise? What if she starts making demands after we get started on this? I will be with her for a year. Would it be better just to make up some story?" "Bad idea," Louise commented. "If she finds out she's being totally used after the fact, that's a real incentive to walk out on you, or, worse yet, make a lot of demands you're not prepared to make good on." Louise rubbed the back of Deborah affectionately. "I made that mistake with Deborah here. I'm just lucky she didn't walk out on me, like she originally threatened." Deborah put her arm around Louise's shoulders. "Luck had nothing to do with it, babe. After I found out that you had used me and threatened to walk out, you thought you talked me into staying, but my real plan was to walk out on you a couple days before your last wish, just to make it really hurt." Louise asked, "So what happened?" "I fell in love. I never dreamed that you would actually return that love. I figured it was just sex for you. Glad to see I was wrong." The two leaned together and kissed. David cleared his throat. "You two need a little privacy?" The two blushed like schoolgirls caught doing something naughty but fun. "I think we do," said Deborah. "I'll call my friend tonight. You be here tomorrow morning at 9." "Okay. You want this back until then?" "The coin? No, you're going to have to hold onto it for an entire year, so holding onto it for one night is good practice." "Okay. I guess I'll see you tomorrow then," said David as he got up to leave. Louise said, "See you tomorrow," but her eyes were fixated on Deborah's, and her voice had a distant sound to it. As he got to the outside door of his sister's mansion, he heard the vague sounds of giggling and what he interpreted to be girl on girl sex. He was tempted to go back and peek in, but then remembered it was his sister and chose instead to leave. THE NEXT MORNING... David knocked on the door of his sister's mansion promptly at 9. Deborah answered the door only a few seconds later. "David, you're right on time." "I try to be prompt." "Come on in. Lynn is already here." As he walked through the door and handed his coat the Deborah, he asked, "Lynn is her name?" "Yes, she used to go by some cute, little, porn type name, but after she decided she wasn't gonna to do that anymore, she decided to be known as just Lynn." "Okay, so when do I meet her?" "Right now. Just follow me." David followed Deborah into the sitting room where they had talked the night before. There, standing by the fireplace chatting with Louise, was the most beautiful woman David had ever seen. She had the most beautiful, black tresses that fell to the bottom of her shoulder blades. Her breasts sat high on her chest and were perfectly round, although David supposed that might have come from a good bra (a really, really good bra). She had a small waist above her perfectly rounded butt, which was at the top of the most beautiful pair of legs he'd ever seen. She was wearing a perfectly tailored blue dress, pumps of a matching color with the dress with two inch heels, pearl necklace, and a slim line watch. Deborah said, "David, meet Lynn. Lynn, meet David." Lynn extended her hand to David in an easy gesture like a lady from the 19th century and said, "Charmed." David took the hand and kissed it in the most gentlemanly way he could. After he was finished, she asked, "So are you in on this joke?" Louise said, "She doesn't believe me any more than you did." "You've got to admit, it's a pretty far-fetched story. I mean, a magic coin?" David said, "I know the feeling." He dug in his pocket and pulled out the coin. "But as soon as you hold this, you'll know it's true." He extended the coin to her. She looked at it for few seconds, then shrugged and took it. As soon as she did, the knowledge of the coin and its powers were imparted to her. "Wow. But it's still pretty unbelievable." Louise said, "You can trust us that it works. If you want, I can show you pictures of what I used to look like as a kid. Only magic could make me look this good." "Alright, let's suppose I believe this. What is it you want from me?" "Well," Deborah said, "to be blunt, sex. Apparently, in his youth, David was a bit of a wild child, and had sex with both men and women. We were hoping that you were different enough so that you could qualify for the coin's definition of a sex or species that David hasn't tried yet." Lynn got a hurt look on her face. "Back to sex for profit. Okay, what do I get out of it?" "What would you like?" "I don't know." She looked at the coin for a few seconds of thinking about what she wanted. "Okay, I want one third of the value of whatever it is you're wishing for, and at least one of these wishes has to be for raw cash." "Sounds fair. David?" David said, "Sounds good to me. I was gonna make money my first wish, anyway. So what do you want if sex with you won't power the wishes?" Lynn replied, "Don't worry about it. One night of sex with a hot, young stud will be more than worth the price." Her words tried to make her sound okay with it, but her tone was definitely one of reluctance. "You don't sound too excited about sex with me. Maybe you should take some time to really consider this. I mean, if this does work, we'll be together for a year." Lynn sighed. "It isn't you. Really. I funded the majority of my transformation from male to female in the, to use the polite euphemism, adult entertainment industry. Hormones, facial reconstruction, implants, and a few other things were all paid for by me having sex with men, women, shemales, and even one film with me doing farm animals. I just don't get excited about any kind of sex anymore. The main reason I'm doing this is to fund my final surgery, pay off my bills, and have a little left over to live on for a while." Deborah asked, "If you don't mind me asking, hun, why did you get out of the porn industry before you paid for that final surgery? If sex is so inconsequential to you, why not just do one or two more to get the money?" "I wish it were that simple. Despite the amount of money involved in the porn industry, being a porn star isn't exactly a high profit career. Oh, a few of the big time names will make some good money, and a few will manage to put away some money in good investments, and fewer still will manage both, but for most of us, we barely make enough to get by." Louise asked, "Then how did you make the money to get... everything else?" "Well, when you're a transsexual looking to be a little prettier, a little more feminine, and you work in the porn industry, you can always find a 'friend' willing to float you a loan for whatever, when the time comes for that final surgery, which pretty much means the end of your career in the porn industry as a hot shemale, somehow those friends can never seem to scrape together enough to help you out. Now I'm up to my nose in debts to people who have a financial interest in making sure I never get that final operation." David said, "You realize that you won't be able to get that operation until the year is over?" Lynn snorted dismissively. "One year? At my current rate, I'll never get it, period. One year is nothing." Deborah said, "Okay, the next thing you should do is figure out the different kinds of sex you'll use for each wish. The last thing you want to do is experiment around and wind up using the different types of sex you could use and not having anything left for your wishes. Better to get it all set up before you even get started." Lynn, still holding the coin, said it, "That makes sense, but I don't get what the deal is with having to wait six months between different types of sex." When the coin mystically imparted the knowledge into her head, she said, "Oh, I get it." David asked, "So what is the deal?" "Dedication. If you're willing to sacrifice morality and ethics, finding sex is easy. In order to use the coin, one must be dedicated to exercising one's self control and not indulge in the pleasures of the flesh. It's kind of a conditional virginity." Louise said, "Very conditional. Once you've used a particular type of sex to power a wish, you can do that kind of sex all day and all night without messing up further wishes." Louise gave Deborah a conspiratorial look. "Believe me, I know." Lynn rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes, we know. You two are hot for each other. Can we get back to the issue at hand?" Deborah said, "Actually, Lynn, everything that's left is up to you two. So you can take the coin, go someplace and work out what kind of sex you will have and when, and start wishing." Deborah walked over to stand beside Louise, and, with great exaggeration, extended her hand and said, "Come, my love. Our work here is finished." Louise then stood up, took Deborah's hand, and walked with her out of the room. David jokingly said, "I guess they told us." Lynn gave him a weak smile. "I guess they had a point, though. Nothing much left but the detail work." "I guess you're right." David walked over to her hand, in a gesture just as exaggerated as a Deborah's had been, extended his hand and led. "Shall we depart this pedestrian residence, milady?" Lynn placed her hand in his and said, "Let's go to your place. Right now I'm living out of a hotel." David was a little disappointed at her lack of response to his overtures but decided it wasn't really a big deal. He escorted her out to his car, a small two door, and drove her to his small apartment. Once inside, he commented, "I know it's a dump, but it's home." She had apparently missed his lighthearted tone, because she replied, "No, it's not that bad. I've been in a lot worse places." "Okay, then. How do you want to do this?" "The first thing I guess we should do is define all the different types of sex we could have. Then we can determine which ones we want to use for the wishes and in what order." "That makes sense. You probably have more experience with sex than I do, so why don't you list the possibilities?" "Okay, since I don't believe a change in scenery, i.e. where we're having sex, is going to count, I'll stick to the physical stuff. First off, there's oral sex. That could be either one or two types depending on if the coin will consider me blowing you as being different from you blowing me." Lynn pulled out the coin from where she had stashed it, and held it for few seconds. "Nope. To the coin, oral sex is oral sex. If I blow you, you blowing me is not an option for later wishes." "Wow, why not ask that thing where it comes from?" After a few seconds of concentration, she said, "Doesn't work. I think rules about how it works is for free. If you want anything else, then you have to wish for it." "Okay, then back to the issue at hand." "Right. You've got oral sex as one type. Since you need a partner, I'm assuming solo masturbation isn't going to do the job, but there is mutual masturbation. Then you could tit fuck me. Then there is intercourse, you fucking me." Lynn suddenly looked to the coin as though getting some information from it. "What was that?" She considered whether not to tell him for a few seconds, then said, "Apparently the coin considers you fucking me to be a different act from me fucking you." "That doesn't really make sense. Oral sex is the same no matter which way we do it, but intercourse is different depending upon which way we do it?" Lynn shrugged. "The coin doesn't explain the rules; it just gives them to me." "It doesn't really matter. So now what?" "We determine which sex we use for each wish. Actually, since I've done it with everything human and then some, this coin is pretty much useless for me." "Unless you want to start looking into really obscure animals." Lynn's eyes took on a cold, hard edge. "Don't. I know you're just kidding, but... Just don't. Okay?" "I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. It's just you said-" "Yes, I know. I've done a film with animals. For the record, however, it was the last one I ever did. All the films I ever did were degrading, but I learned to ignore it. But when I did that one, when they had me down on all fours taking it from..." Lynn shuddered. "The only good thing about that experience was that it finally opened my eyes. It made me realize that I was never gonna get what I needed from the porn industry. After that, I swore I'd never do another sex film again." "Sorry. I won't bring it up again." "See that you don't. New rule: bring up the animal thing again, and I walk out. Got it?!" Very apologetic, David replied, "I got it. I won't do it again." After Lynn calmed down, David said, "I really am sorry. If we're going to be together for a year, I would like us to at least try to be friends. If I had known how much it hurt to be reminded, I never would've brought IT up." Mollified, Lynn said, "Okay, let's get back to the coin. What kind of sex do you want, and in what order?" "The first thing to do, at least that I'd like to do, is a mutual masturbation session. The second thing I'd like to do is a couple of blowjobs. Since the direction, who does who, doesn't matter, I'd like to do a 69 session." "You want to blow me?" "Sure, any problem with that?" "No. It's just that I don't meet many guys who like sucking cock, at least not since I left adult entertainment." "Well, I am bi. The only thing I like better than sucking cock is the feeling of a cock in my ass." "So you prefer guys to girls?" "As a general rule, no. I was just talking about having sex with guys. Although there have been exceptions to the rule, some guys I definitely preferred to most girls, and there were some girls I wouldn't take again unless every guy on the planet turned me down first." "I can understand that." "So which do you prefer, guys or girls?" "It really depends on the person. The coin was right. Sex with someone you care nothing about is easy to find, particularly when you've worked in the adult entertainment industry. But that's beside the point. What kind of sex do you want for the third wish?" "Actually, it is kind of the point. For the last wish, I want you to fuck me in my ass." "That may not be possible." "Why not? You just not want to that much?" Lynn shrugged. "Like I said before, sex for sex's sake just doesn't matter that much anymore to me. This is a side effect of my transition. In the porn industry, a shemale who can get erect gets paid more, even if only because they'll be wanted in more films, but the hormones I take to grow breasts reduce that ability, the ability to 'get it up'. In order to limit that effect, I wasn't taking as high a dosage as I otherwise would have. Once I got out, I upped my dosage to a level more in keeping with other transsexuals as far along as I was, and I'm thinking about adding androgen blockers to the mix, which will totally destroy my ability to get erections. So if you really have your heart set on me doing you, it'll have to be for the first wish, and don't expect it to come many times after." "Sounds like you're not much interested in doing the fucking." "I told you-" "I know what you told me. Do you WANT to fuck me?" "Don't worry about it." "No! Damn it! I want to be your friend, and that means I need to know what you want, not just what you're willing to do. So, plain and simple, do you want to fuck me?" "Want is irrelevant." "Not to me it isn't. Look, I know most guys not only could jump in to bed with a beautiful woman without concern for her feelings but would actually want her not to be feeling anything, but I'm not like that. I would rather wait-" "No! We can't wait, or rather I can't wait." "Why not? What's going on?" She hesitated, clearly not wanting to go into details about her life. Finally, she said, "I told you about the debts I owe. What I didn't tell you that the people I owe money to are not used to taking no for an answer. They told me that if I was willing to make a few more movies for them, then they wouldn't call in my debts. When I made it clear that I absolutely would not be doing any more films, then they called in my marker." "And these are the kind of people who wouldn't hesitate to break a few limbs to get with they want?" Lynn smiled. "No, but they don't have to be. They filed court cases against me to recoup their money. Even if I could afford the legal fees to fight them, I can't legitimately claim that I don't owe the money. I was so desperate to get what I wanted that I incurred far too many debts, and it's come back to haunt me. With all these court cases against me, I couldn't even hope to get a loan, and once the cases are settled, I'll have such a legal debt hanging over my head that I'll never be able to work my way out. If I'm to have any hope of living the life I want to live, then I need money. Now." David sighed. "I didn't realize how much trouble you were in. Okay, we'll have sex tonight and wish for the money, but from here on out, we're not going to have any sex unless I actually believe you WANT to have sex. Okay?" "You'd do that? You realize I might get so sick and tired of you that I'd walk out, leaving you high and dry?" David shrugged. "That's a chance I'll have to take. Now, what's the first kind of sex YOU want to try?" "I told you, want is irrelevant. I don't want to have to do this. Keep in mind, it's not you. It's my whole life situation. And I'm so burned out on sex that the type of sex really doesn't matter to me, so you pick." "Is there any type of sex you really don't want?" "Not particularly." "Okay then. I'm really curious about what having you inside me would be like, and, since that's on a limited time frame, we'll do that first, have you fuck me. Second, we'll do the blowjobs. Third, if we get that far, can be either mutual masturbation or me fucking you depending upon how we feel about each other at that point." "Sounds like a plan. So where and when do you want to do this?" "No time like the present." "You sure?" "Why not?" "No particular reason, but since we'll be having to live together until we're all done with this, I figured we'd get me moved in first." "After I make my money wish, I intend to get a much bigger place, so we'll move everything all at the same time." "Makes sense. So that only leaves the where." "I figured we'd just do it in the bedroom here. We can go in, get naked, and do what we have to do." Smiling, Lynn said, "You want to get naked? This will be a change." David stared at Lynn's smile for a few seconds, then asked, "Was that a joke?" "It was supposed to be." "Why, my dear, I think you're beginning to warm up to me. Keep this up and I might believe you actually like me." "I do like you. Don't go getting any funny ideas though, like expecting me to jump into bed with you or anything." "Don't worry. I don't expect you to jump into bed, just climb in like everybody else." "Oh, then that's okay." David extended a bent arm to Lynn. She placed her hand in the crook of his elbow like a true lady and allowed him to lead her into the bedroom. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and asked, "Would you like help getting undressed?" "That'd be nice, but, just in case, I think we should refrain from doing anything other than what we had planned." "So undressing you is now considered a form of sex?" "The undressing, no, but if you're like most guys... Well, do you really think you can keep your hands off me?" "I'd like to say yes, but you're definitely beautiful enough to be a huge temptation not to." "So we have to, as per the rules of the coin, maintain the devotion of a virgin and refrain from sex." "I guess that makes sense." "So we'll just have to be very disciplined and get undressed on opposite sides of the room." They put some distance between each other and started removing their clothes. David was slightly impressed when she managed to unzip herself without any hesitation or pause. When she shimmied out of her dress and he saw her wearing some kind of tight fitting garment around her torso, he asked, "Is that a corset?" She let out an honest, little, amused laugh and said, "You really are a guy. This is just a body shaper, kind of an advanced girdle. No lady would ever mistake the two." "Hey, I never claimed to be any kind of expert on ladies' undergarments, just in taking them off," he said with a jovial tone. "You and every other guy on the face of the planet. Even I mastered that skill, one of the few guys skills that I did master." She continued to remove clothes, including the body shaper. After she was naked, she looked at him and said, "Y'know, I know I was more than willing to do it with my clothes on, but if I get naked, so do you." After a brief, "Huh?" he realized he'd stopped getting undressed with only his shirt tails out of his pants and with the shirt half unbuttoned, having done so in order to watch her. He blushed and said, "Sorry, I got caught up in watching you." "Flattering, but I still don't see you getting undressed." "Oh, sorry," he said as he resumed removing his clothes. After he was finished, he asked, "Do you like?" "Better than average." Then she smiled and said, "I'd do ya," in a parody of some crude statement that might have been made by some guy in a bar some place. "Wow." "What?" "I know you used to be a guy, or at least were born one, I mean, I can see the evidence right there," he said, pointing at her crotch, "but even when you're pretending to sound like a guy, you still sound like a woman trying to sound like a guy." "Thanks. It's nice to know that all my years of practice have paid off." She waved at the bed. "Shall we?" "Wait a second. Do I wish first, or do I wait until after we have sex?" "Good question." Lynn had brought the coin into the room and set it on top of the dresser when she got undressed. She picked it up, thought about the question, said, "Wish first, then sex," and tossed the coin to David. He caught the coin, concentrated, then said, "I wish I was a billionaire." As he set the coin on his end table, Lynn said, "Good wishing. Now how do you want to do this, face-to-face with your knees by your ears, or with you on all fours?" David thought about it. "I want to say face-to-face, but I'm not sure I could keep my hands off of you in that case, and with our agreement to take as little risk as possible of engaging in other types of sex before we're ready, I guess it better be with me on all fours." "Alright then," she said as she started stroking her cock to get it hard, "get up on the bed and get ready." David got on the bed on all fours, his butt pointed towards Lynn. He reached between his legs and started stroking his own cock. He looked over his shoulder and said, "I'm ready." Lynn got up on the bed behind him, put her cock head to his hole, grabbed his hips, and shoved in. "How's that?" "Nice. Not quite as hard or thick as I'm used to, but it's definitely a nice sensation." "Glad you like it." Lynn took David by the hips, said, "Here it comes," and pulled him back on her. Serenaded by his moans, she started shoving in and out of him. He took his dick and stroked it in time with her thrusts. It was only a little bit longer before he groaned aloud and came. She let him slide forward and slid back toward the end of the bed. David sat up and said, "That was great, but you didn't cum." "Not unusual. I need a lot more than just physical stimulation around my dick to get me off. Quite frankly, you're lucky that I was able to keep it up throughout the entire act." "Great. Now I feel really guilty." "Don't worry about it. It's just who I am. I've made my choices. Now I've got to live with them." "Do you experience orgasms any more?" "Yes, I do, but I have to include an emotional content. It can't be just physical." "Like what?" "The feeling that my lover really cares for me. Like the feeling that he or she wants not only sex, but also just wants to be with me." "That's a nice thought. If you don't mind me asking, would you prefer your dream lover to be male or female?" Lynn shrugged. "It doesn't really matter. My tastes have changed over my life. I've always been a fairly balanced bisexual, but I've gone through periods where I preferred men and periods where I preferred women. Now, I'd just like a lover who accepts me for who I am and loves me for it." "I think we're all looking for that. It's just the girls are more willing to admit it." "I guess that puts me squarely in the girls' camp." "I never doubted that." "Flattery will get you nowhere." After a couple seconds, Lynn added, "But I appreciate the thought." "So now what? I don't see any piles of money around here." "Thank God that you don't. If there were actually a billion dollars in this room, we'd be buried under it, and we'd suffocate to death." "So how do we check? How do we find out if the wish actually worked?" Lynn shrugged. "Call your bank. Maybe the money was deposited direct your account." "Good idea. I got some spare checks in my drawer; the number's on those." David got up, went over to his dresser, and opened the top drawer. As soon as he did, he exclaimed, "Holy cow!" Lynn stood up and ran over to stand beside him. "What is it?" Looking over his shoulder, she could only repeat (although with a bit less vigor), "Holy cow." Inside the drawer were stacks and stacks of bankbooks, and, judging from the print (usually embossed) upon them, most were from international banks. David picked up a handful of them and said, "There must be a hundred or so of these in here." Lynn picked up a couple and thumbed through them. "My guess would be a couple hundred. Both of these say you have exactly five million dollars in the account it represents. If each of these books is the same, and there's no reason to say not, two hundred would add up to a billion dollars." "Makes sense, but why so many accounts?" "I'm not sure, but it's definitely the sensible thing to do." "How so?" "In today's day of electronic cash, if a billion dollars showed up in any one account, it'd probably be attributed to some kind of computer glitch and immediately zeroed out. Spreading the money out over a couple hundred accounts ensures that at least a few are gonna be overlooked." "A few?! I wish for a billion dollars, and I wind up getting less than a hundred mill?! That sucks!" "Well, don't presume the worst. I think you can pretty much guarantee that a good chunk of the money is gonna be lost, but even if we only walk away with twenty or thirty million, that's still a lot more than we had before." "It's still not what I wished for." "Well, getting a lot of money is a good wish. Getting a billion dollars without anybody being any wiser? Now that would be a miracle, and you only got a wish. Besides, we don't know that any of it is gonna be taken away. Let's just wait to see what the government does." "I suppose that would be best. Do you want to strike while the iron is hot and get enough money to pay off your debtors now?" "No, we'd better wait. The last thing I want is to add on a few hundred or even a few thousand in 'perfectly legal' fines to my bill by handing my debtors a check that would bounce once someone takes a look at your accounts." "We could always go to the bank, withdraw the money, and pay them off in cash." Lynn laughed. "Oh, you are a babe in the woods, aren't you? If you withdraw that much cash you'll set off every government accounting agency from here to Washington." "What you mean? How much do you owe?" "Somewhere between fifty and sixty thousand." "Holy Crap! How come so much?" "Not that it's any of your business, but it's not exactly cheap to change one's sex." Noticing the harsh edge that was beginning to enter Lynn's voice, David said, "I was prying. I'm sorry." Lynn side. "No, I'm sorry. You're offering to take care of my debt. I suppose I can fork over a little information in return." "If you really don't mind me asking, how did it get to be so much, or is that what all transsexuals have to pay?" "Not all transsexuals, but it's what I owe. Since someone else was footing the bill, I allowed them to talk me into more high-end surgery, which means I just kept getting in deeper and deeper. Add to that a pretty high level of interest, which I didn't know that I was paying, and you get a huge debt." "Well, with any luck, it shouldn't be much longer before you're out from under them." Lynn made a pointed motion of crossing her fingers. "From your mouth to God's ears." "You know you're a study in dichotomy." "What do you mean?" "One minute you're this super cynical, world-wise girl from the streets, the next, you're this super optimistic, hope for the best type." "What's wrong with that?" "Nothing. I was just commenting." "Yeah, well, the cynicism comes from my life. I haven't found a real lot to be optimistic about. That's why I try to be optimistic. Otherwise, I might wind up breaking down in tears." "That's kind of sad." "I know, but it's my life." Noticing that Lynn seemed a little vulnerable, David offered, "You want a hug or a shoulder to cry on?" Lynn pulled herself together hand, at the same time, seemed to become a little more distant. "No, we better not. We don't want to wind up doing something that will make it impossible to get further wishes." "I think I can handle one hug without getting too friendly." "Maybe, but I don't want to chance it." Lynn then turned her back on David, walked back to where her clothes lay, and started getting dressed, clearly ending the conversation. David decided to get dressed himself, and, since he had been dressed in far fewer clothes, he finished first. After Lynn finished, he asked, "Why don't we take the time to count all those bank books? It'll be something to pass the time." "Why not?" David went over, pulled the drawer completely out of his dresser, brought it over to the bed, and dumped it out. They spent the rest the evening going through and counting the bankbooks. They checked the balances in each and discovered that there were only a hundred and fifty of them, fifty with ten million each and one hundred with five million each. The also discovered that there were only about thirty banks represented with the one hundred fifty books representing different accounts amongst those thirty banks. They also discovered that a hundred and forty of the accounts were accessed by numbered pass code, rather than being assigned to a particular name. After they finished, David said, "Well, since you're entitled to part of this, you want to take your share now, or wait until we see where the chips fall with the government?" "I'll wait. That way whatever the government takes won't be mostly in your share or mine." "You know, you could argue that you were supposed to get part of what I wished for, not what I get from a wish. Are you willing to take your share out of net returns?" "Sure. After all, one way or another, we're still talking millions of dollars. I don't need to be greedy." "Okay. So what do you want to do now?" "Got any games?" "I've got a deck of cards in the other room." And so they spent the rest of the night just playing games. THE NEXT DAY... David woke up and stretched. His back was a little sore, as it was every time he slept on the couch. Lynn had volunteered to take the couch, but he wouldn't think of it. No guest in his home had ever slept on the couch. He just hadn't been raised that way. While he was stretching the kinks out, he heard a knock on the door. He quickly grabbed his pants and started pulling them on, yelling out, "Just a minute! Be right there!" Once he got his pants and got to the door and opened it, he saw a man who seemed to be the quintessential bookworm stereotype. The man, with his oversized glasses, looked at David and asked, "Would you be Mr. Samson?" "Yes, that's me." "May I come in?" "That depends. Who are you?" "I'm sorry." The man reached into his inside breast pocket and pulled out an official looking I.D. wallet. Opening it up, he said, "My name is Mark Storm. I'm with the IRS." David blanched a little. "What's this about?" "We found a string of discrepancies in a collection of banks in your name. May I come in and talk to you about them?" "I suppose so." David opened up the door to let the agent come in. "I'll be with you in a minute. I've got a guest, and I've got to let her know what's going on. Have a seat." David went to the door of the bedroom, knocked, and stuck his head in. "May I come in?" "Sure," Lynn replied. "What's going on? I hear someone else out there." David walked to the side of the bed, and Lynn sat up. She was wearing one of his largest T-shirts and nothing else as sleepwear. The bed covers were pulled up to her waist, and they did took a moment think about how sexy she looked like fat before saying, his voice low, "Apparently you were right. Our visitor is from the IRS. He wants to talk about some 'discrepancies', as he calls them." Keeping her voice low as well, Lynn said, "No doubt he wants to talk about the money." "No doubt. I'm just surprised it came so fast." "Well, this is the IRS, the largest money-extortion agency in the world. If it has to do with a lot of money, they'll do their best to be a part of it. A suggestion, play dumb. Even if this guy believes in magic, there's no way he can prove that you wished that money into existence." "Good idea. You stay in here. That way I can use you as an excuse to keep him away from," and David nodded his head towards the drawer of bankbooks. "Okay. Be careful." After a quick thanks, David returned to the other room. Taking his own seat, he asked, "What's the problem?" "Mr. Samson, we seem to have found a problem with a collection of accounts in your name." "Well, what kind of problem?" "The problem is those accounts didn't exist a couple of days ago. Yesterday afternoon, a small collection of banks had accounts with rather large sums of money just appear in their records. There was no record of where the money came from, no electronic transfer, no deposits, no record of any kind, so, of course, we need to investigate. Mr. Samson, I have to ask, do you have any experience with using computers, self-taught or otherwise?" "I have and know how to use a personal computer, and there's always the computers down at work, but those are really just glorified cash registers." "But no experience with programming, security programs, or cryptography?" "You mean like any kind of hacking skills? No, sir, I wouldn't even know where to go to get those kind of skills." "That checks out with what we have on your documented skills. Unfortunately, just to be sure," then reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a folded up sheet of paper, "I have a warrant here to impound any computers, computer storage media, or computer related paraphernalia in these premises." "Wow! You guys are playing hardball. What's the big deal? How much money is in these accounts?" "I can't be exact, Mr. Samson, but the last tally had it at eight figures." "Eight figures? As in tens of millions of dollars?" David whistled in amazement. "That's serious money." "Yes, it is, so you can see why we need to move quickly to determine the source of the money?" "I suppose I can, but I can assure you that I've never had more than a few hundred dollars in my pocket at one time. Short of getting hold of some kind of magical lamp or something like that, there's no way I could get that much money." "I understand, sir. I don't think you have much to worry about. The predominant theory right now is that it was some kind of mass computer glitch, but we're talking way too much money to just take that for granted." "I guess I can understand." "So can I get that computer now?" "Just a minute. It's in my bedroom, and I've got a guest in there. Let me make sure she's not indisposed." David got up, went to his bedroom door, knocked, and stuck his head in. "You decent?" Lynn was pulling on a pair of his pants. She joked, "Almost never, but I'll be dressed in a second." David just watched her for a few seconds. She was still wearing the same T- shirt that she had been sleeping in, and she was pulling on one of his old pair of jeans. After buttoning them, she looked to him and asked, "Have you got any spare belts?" David shook himself out of his reverie, saying, "Belt?" She hooked the waistband with her thumb and pulled it out, showing how much extra space there was between her and the pants. "If I try to wear these without one, they're likely to fall right off." "Oh, yeah, I hang them on the hanger bar in the closet." Holding on to the pants, she walked over to the closet. "That seems like a silly place to put them." "Why?" "You should keep them with your pants in the drawer where I found these." "Well, most of my pants fit without one. I keep the belts with the dress slacks which I hang on hangers and hang in the closet." "Well, I guess it makes sense then." "You guess?" David shook his head. "Just like a woman, can't admit when you're wrong." Lynn was shocked that he'd say such a thing but, when she looked at him, realized that he was just poking a little fun. In the most imperious tone she could muster, she said, "YOU may depart and let a woman get dressed in peace." David smiled and returned to the living room. He told the IRS man, "My guest will be dressed in a second, and then you can go in." "Thank you." The IRS man got out his cell phone, dialed a number on his speed dial, and said, "Okay, he is willing. Send a couple men up here to help pack and carry." About a half minute later, there was a knock on the door. David went over and opened it, letting two men in. Almost immediately thereafter, Lynn came out of the bedroom, and David showed the men in. He helped them pack up his computer hardware (he wasn't about to trust two government men to do the job alone), and then bid them a polite farewell as they left with his stuff. After they were gone, he asked Lynn, "Are you wearing a bra?" She smiled and replied, "Why? Do you think I need one?" as she shook her torso a little bit, causing her breasts to bounce underneath the shirt she was wearing. "Well, yes, but that's not the issue. Just like I noticed, so did those two men. One of them nearly dropped what he was carrying, which happened to be MY property." "Well, I didn't intend that. I just wanted to distract the main IRS guy. Besides, I'm not a big fan of bras." "Really? I thought all transsexuals got off on wearing all the girly clothes that they couldn't wear as kids." Lynn rolled her eyes. "I hope you're using 'got off' in a very general sense and not sexually. I can't speak for all transsexuals, but for me, and for those few I've talked to, it's not about any sexual thing. I wear clothes to fit me, to fit my mood. When I started my transition, I did wear the most frilly, most girly clothes I could to show off the girl I felt I was inside, but after a while, I stopped needing all the trappings and just wore what I liked to wear, at least off-camera." "Hey, I can't complain." David looked Lynn up and down with a roguish gleam in his eye. "You definitely look great in my clothes." Lynn smiled and shook her head. "YOU are an incorrigible wolf." David replied with a very loud wolf howl. Lynn laughed, then asked, "You want me to fix you some breakfast?" "I'm the host. I'll fix you breakfast." "Nonsense. For the next year at least, we're going to be roommates, so I need to take my share of the work. Just don't expect anything fancier than eggs, and I can't do toast." "You CAN'T do toast?" "Toasters hate me. It doesn't matter how new or how old the toaster is, or what setting I put the toaster on, if I put bread in a toaster, it comes out black as char." "Sure." "I'm serious. Want me to prove it? It'll ruin your toaster, but I'm willing." "Maybe tomorrow. Right now, I'm too hungry, and I like my toast. Tell you what, you make the eggs, and I'll make the toast and set the table. That way we're sharing the work." "Deal," she said, heading to the kitchen. TWO MONTHS LATER... David walked into the store where he worked. He had gotten Lynn a job there, and he expected her to already be working when he walked in. Instead, as he walked towards the counter, Lynn ran past him and out of the store, crying. Janice, the store manager, came out of the back room, an angry look on her face. Seeing David, she said, "I want to talk to you," and went right back into the back room. David followed, and as soon as they were out of the view of the customers, she demanded, "Did you know about her?" "Know what?" "That she's a... a freak! She's a transsexual, like one of those people on Jerry Springer!" "So now we're supposed to judge everybody by what we see on Jerry Springer?! Aren't you from the South? I once saw someone on there from the South who was sleeping with their brother. So how many times have you slept with your brother?" "Now wait a minute!" "No, you wait a minute! Yeah, I knew she was a transsexual, but I also knew she was a good person. I THOUGHT that was all that would matter." "A good person?" Janice, assuming David didn't know the answer, smugly asked, "Do you know what she used to do for a living?" "I know she used to do porn films. Is that what you were alluding to?" "And you still recommended her? What kind of 'good person' does porn?" "The kind of good person who sees it as the only way out, who sees it as her only way to fix a horrendous mistake of nature, to be the person she always wanted to be. Now, did you know she regrets what she did, that she realizes it wasn't a way out? Or did you just assume she was unrepentant and throw her out on her ear?" Janice, suddenly finding herself put on the defensive, couldn't manage to find the words to make a response. "Yeah, I thought so. If I knew how judgmental you were, I never would have worked here in the first place." Although he hoped she'd say something to stop him, David left without Janice saying another word. Outside the store, he looked around for Lynn and saw her sitting on a bench at the other end of the mall. He quickly went to her side, sat beside her, and wrapped his arms around her. She tried to shove him away, but he persevered, and, eventually, she broke down, wrapped her arms around him, and cried into his shoulder. After she pulled herself together, they opened up the space between them, and David asked, "You going to be okay?" "I hope so." Just then, one of the security guards, a kindly old gent who was always one of the nicest people, stepped up and asked, "Is everything all right with you two?" David replied, "Lynn just lost her job." "That's too bad. A nice couple like you two shouldn't have to worry about things like that." Lynn quickly said, "We're not a couple, just good friends." With a disbelieving nod, the security guard said, "You two kids go someplace nice and spend some time talking. That should help." David said, "Thanks, I think we will." As David walked past, the security guard leaned over and whispered, "You better make your move soon, or that young lady may start taking this 'good friends' thing seriously." David just smiled at him and escorted Lynn outside. Once they got outside, he asked, "Are you going to be okay?" Lynn had stopped crying but was still clearly depressed over her encounter. She gave a dejected sigh and said, "I just want to be normal. Is that too much to ask for? I just want to get up in the morning, go to some nine to five job, go home, and go to sleep without being seen as anything other than just some regular girl, but now I'm not sure I'll ever have that." "Sure you will. As soon as this whole money thing is over and we get access to even a small portion of that, you'll be able to pay off your debts, get that final operation, and lead a normal life." "Until I get outed as a retired porn star by some 'fan' who is familiar with my old work and then everything I've worked for goes away." "Is that what happened in there, someone recognized you?" Lynn nodded. "Janice overheard, rushed him out, then took me in back and asked me about it. I thought about lying, but figured it'd be worse later on if she found out the truth. But I don't see how, though. As soon as I told her my story, she didn't want to hear any more. She called me a freak, fired me, and told me to get out and never come back. She even threatened to sick security on me if she even saw me in the mall again." "Well, I don't think she'll make a scene, but even if she did, I don't think there's anything she or security could do as long as you weren't making a scene or doing anything illegal." Lynn shrugged and let David walk her back to the car. As they got close, she looked up and said, "Hey, aren't you supposed to be working now?" "I quit. After you left, Janice took me in back and got all judgmental and superior on me. She tried to convince me there was something wrong with you just because of your past." "Don't worry about me. Go back and apologize. Try to get your job back." "No way. I don't tolerate that kind of shit towards my friends, even if it didn't mean crawling back to that woman. Let her try to handle the store alone for a while. Maybe she'll learn that she shouldn't treat people like that." "David, this could really hurt you. Anybody contacting her for a reference is likely to get a really bad one. Just go back in. Lie to her. Tell her you think she was right." "No, and you're starting to get a little dark again, letting your old life depress you." "It happens." David gave Lynn a little hug. "Just remember, you've got friends, people who will stand by you no matter what." ONE MONTH LATER... After a couple of weeks, David had managed to get a new job. It wasn't quite the pay level he expected or wanted, but he hadn't been expecting to lose his job either, and things were starting to get a little tight. He was doing the same work he had been under Janice, clothing salesman, although the store was less upscale than he used to be working at. A couple of weeks after that, he was restocking the shelves when a couple of men who were a little too cleaned and pressed came into the store. They asked one of his coworkers a question, to which his fellow worker pointed to him. The two men walked over, and one of them asked, "Are you David Samson?" Maintaining a professional decorum, David smiled and said, "That's me. What can I do for you?" "It's what we can do for you. We represent a certain business interest that Miss Lynn used to work for. In return for your help in convincing her to do at least a little more work for us, we would be willing to pay you for your time, say $2,500. Not bad for just a little talk." "Uh-huh. Look, Mr. Whatever Your Name Is, and don't bother telling me what it is, if you're working for a certain organization that I know Lynn used to work for, then I don't even want to associate with you, much less try to convince somebody else to work for you. Lynn has made her decision, and, quite frankly, it's one I agree with, so why don't you and your friend just turn around and walk out of both of our lives." "Mr. Samson, I understand you're having a little problem with the IRS. With that in mind, I'm sure that a little extra money might be able to help. I might even be able to recommend a good tax lawyer." "The current investigation by the IRS on me is none of your business. This conversation is at an end, so unless you want to buy some clothes, I think you ought to leave." "Mister Samson, be reasonable." David did not respond, instead just turning and walking away. The two men did get the hint and stop trying to talk to him. When David turned back towards them, they were already walking out of the store. Later that evening, when David walked into his apartment, Lynn was sitting on the couch and, without looking up at him, asked, "If there's anything you want to ask me, then you should just ask and get it over with." David thought about it, and said, "The only things I can think of to ask you about is if you had any luck on the job search or decided to make anything for dinner." Lynn looked up to him with a little glimmer of hope in her eyes. "You're not going to suggest I go back to work in the porn industry to help with our money problems?" "Hadn't planned on it. I take it somebody told you that they'd be making me an offer to try to convince you to go back?" "Yes. What did you tell them?" "I told 'em to take a hike. I told them you made your decision, and I was going to stick by you." Lynn jumped up off the couch, threw her arms around his neck, and gave him a big hug. With her head buried in his shoulder, she said, "Thank you." He hugged her back and said, "No problem. I always stand by my friends." After a little while of just holding each other, they separated, and Lynn asked, "So how much did they offer you?" "$2,500." Lynn sniffled a little and said, "I think I'm insulted. I figured they'd offer you at least five figures." "Hey, last time I checked, nobody was offering strangers thousands of dollars to get me to come back to work for them. So did you make anything for dinner?" "No, I figured you'd jump for the money, so I didn't really feel like making anything for you. I'm sorry for ever doubting you. So how about a can of heated chili and a package of boiled hot dogs." "Gee, you made that the last time you cooked. Aren't you afraid of spoiling me?" "If you don't like my cooking, you can always eat my shorts." "Well, okay, but I thought you wanted to avoid any sexual temptation." Lynn laughed and said, "You ARE incorrigible," and they walked together towards the kitchen. THREE MONTHS LATER... David held up the coin. "Okay, it's time for the next wish." Lynn, sitting on the edge of the bed, replied, "So it is. Have you decide what type of sex you'd like?" "Have you decided whether or not we're even going to do this? I told you six months ago that we wouldn't be making another wish until you actually wanted to have sex with me." "I remember." "So do you? Do you want to have sex with me?" Lynn stood up, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him. Then she looked deep into his eyes and said, "Yes, I do. You're the best friend I ever had. You stood by me even when I doubted you, even when I gave you cause to doubt me. You helped me pay my bills, helped keep the scum out of my life, and did whatever you could to make my life better. Yes, David, I do want to have sex with you." David pulled her to him and kissed her again. "Let's do this." "Aren't you forgetting something, the wish?" "Yeah, I almost did." "And what kind of sex you want, too." "That's easy. I want to engage in mutual oral sex. As for the wish, do you have any suggestions?" "Not to harp on it, but I still do need the money. Perhaps you could wish for money again, this time in bearer bonds or some other source we could use without drawing too much attention." "Way I figure it, anywhere we go in America, we're going to be hounded by the IRS for spending a large amount of money that they can't account for." "True, but what's the alternative? Move to another country?" "We could wish for the IRS to go away." After thinking about it, Lynn replied, "I don't think that would work. The IRS is the money collection center for the United States of America. Either the bureaucracy we call a government would immediately fill it in with something just as bad, possibly worse, or getting rid of it would cause way too much problems, way too much chaos." David sighed. "I guess you're right, but it's a nice thought, though." "Agreed, but it's just a pipe dream, so you need to think of something else." David held the coin up to eye level. "What we need is some place where we can have American culture, but we don't have to worry about some big bureaucracy looking over our shoulder." Lynn remained silent is David thought. Finally, he said it, "I got it! I wish that I was the king of the island-nation that I'm thinking of right now." Lynn looked up at him and said, "Sounds good. Makes me want to have sex with you all the more, if only to see how the wish works out." "Sounds good to me. Let's get naked." Lynn grinned and said, "You are such a guy." David flippantly replied, "And you are such a lady, which is why, as a guy, I want you." David kissed Lynn, swept her into his arms, and carried her to the bed. He set her gently on the edge, then unzipped her while kissing her and fondling her breast. Lynn put her hand gently on the one he was using to fondle her and said, "If we're going to save mutual masturbation as a possible alternative for the last wish, then you should refrain from doing this." "No, I'm not going to refrain. We can save me fucking you for the last wish. Lynn, I don't just wanna sex you, just want to fuck you. I want to hold you and stroke you and make love to you. Further, when we walk down the street together, I want to hold your hand in a way that tells everybody who looks at us that I'm in love with you." "You're willing to risk it?" "Yes, I'm willing to risk it." David leaned over and kissed her. With their lips plastered together, they undressed each other. David then laid her back on the bed and gently explored her with his fingers, seeking out all her most sensitive spots. Soon he had her panting with desire, and she told him, "If you don't join me soon, I'm gonna come without you." David smiled. "Yeah, but your coming isn't relevant to the wish resolution, so I intend to take my time and drive you utterly crazy with sensation." Panting heavily, Lynn said, "Already... Already... Already there!" and came, screaming loudly. After she settled down, David started tracing his finger up and down her body. "It's nice to know that even with all those hormones surging through your body, I can still drive you to orgasm." Lynn looked up at him with dreamy eyes. "It's nice to know I can still reach orgasm, but there is something I think you should know." "What's that?" Lynn put her hand on the side of his neck and gently held him. Then she tenderly said, "I really want to taste you right now, so you better damn well climb above me so that we can suck each other off, or I'm going to rip your hand off and feed it to you." David laughed, kissed her, said, "Your wish is my command," and climbed up above her in position so that they c