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Zodiac Coin: Taurus By JRD 2250 YEARS AGO... He was a farmer, just a farmer, but he dared to defy the gods. He had always been a believer. He had always been a supplicant to the powers that be, keeping his head bowed even in the presence of the graven images of the gods. But all that changed that last winter. The crops had been poor last fall and at the beginning of winter they barely had enough food stored to get them through to spring. But that was before his family had grown very sick. His wife and his two children had both contracted a strange, wasting disease. He was not extremely knowledgeable about tending to diseases, but he knew more than anyone else in his little town, but nothing he did helped. He spent hours reciting prayer after prayer to try to help, but that did nothing either. Halfway between the winter solstice and the spring equinox, his family was lost to him. He had to wait until the spring thaw in order to bury his family. He said a few words to their spirits to help them rest, but he made especially sure to include no words to the gods, for he felt they were nothing but shams. After his private ceremony, he went to the family storage area and retrieved the breastplate that had been handed down from his grandmother and the sword that he had received from his father, a soldier who had retired to become a farmer. His grandmother had claimed that the breastplate was magical, and his father had called the sword blessed. He neither knew nor cared whether either or both claims were true, for with the death of his family, so too died his urge to continue living. But he would not just lie down and wait for death, nor would he take his own life. He would die doing what he could to injure those he blamed for his family's deaths. So he set out to the home of the gods, Mount Olympus. He marched for many days, somehow always finding food or shelter when it was needed, but when he reached the base of Mount Olympus, the challenges truly began. Howling wind, driving rains, and blinding snow all attempted to blow him from the side of the mountain as he climbed. He even had to face the earth splitting open under his feet and lightning strikes that came from nowhere. But nothing even slowed him down. He pulled himself on top of the mountain and saw the palace of the gods. It's perfect beauty left no doubt as to that. However, he was too angry to be impressed. He marched into the center area, not even wondering about why the palace seemed so empty, or where the gods were. He didn't question it when the only one that he found was Zeus, lord of the gods. He didn't question that Zeus seemed pale and sick. And he didn't question that there was no resistance when he struck with his sword. The farmer would never know that it was the starmetal breastplate that had depleted Zeus to the point where a simple, metal sword, which was special only in the mind of his father, could kill a god. When Zeus died, he exploded in a blast that destroyed the top of the mountain. The farmer and his sword were utterly destroyed in that blast. The starmetal was not so easily eliminated. It was flung from the mountain top to crash in the countryside. After the dreams and beliefs of the newly emerging Roman Empire formed new gods based on the old, the first thing they did was eliminate all trace of this incident in the minds of the people. It wouldn't do to have mortals know that there was something that could kill a god. A POLITICAL ACTION COMMITTEE OFFICE... "C'mon, Julie, you're the only one who can get close enough to ask him." "Yeah, but I don't know him that well. He's only a distant cousin." "So what's the harm in trying?" Julie Baron really couldn't argue that one, even if she had been talking with just some other worker in their little political group and not the group's head, Roxanne Mathis. Julie replied, "I don't know. I just don't like the idea of bugging family for money." "Believe me, I understand, but we need the money, he is rich, he is your family, and I just found out that he is a vegetarian." Julie understood about the need for money. Their group was a pro-vegetarian advocacy group, but unlike their more militant peers, they only advocated the soft sell, education of the benefits of a vegetarian lifestyle. Unfortunately, since they didn't make radical asses of themselves, they didn't get the same press, and not getting the same press, they didn't get as many donations, which meant that they were always operating on a shoestring budget, and as the group's treasurer, Julie knew that all too well. "All right, I'll go ask him, but I'm not guaranteeing anything. I haven't seen him since when we were in high school." "All you need to do is ask. The worst that can happen is that he'll turn us down." After leaving Roxanne's office, Julie called her cousin, Paul Becker, whereupon she had to get through a couple levels of secretarial interference before she heard, "Hey, Piddle Girl, it's been a long time. What can I do for you?" "First off, you can forget that old nickname." The name 'Piddle Girl' was an unfortunate throwback to when she was only five years old and she accidentally peed in the wading pool. Paul chuckled. "Sorry. But you can't convince me that this is just a social call, not since it's been almost two decades since the last time I saw you." "No, it's not, but can I come see you? I've got something to ask, but I don't want to just do it over the phone." "Sure. You know where I live?" "Yeah, I think I'd have to be living in a cave not to. You've made quite a name for yourself in this town." "I suppose I have. So when can I expect you?" "The sooner, the better, I guess. Would you be busy for the next couple of hours?" "Not at all. How long will it take you to get here?" "About 15 to 20 minutes, depending on the traffic lights." "Then I'll see you in twenty." Julie quickly got in her car and drove out to her cousin's place. It was in the richest part of town, and his place was one of the largest. Just getting there took fifteen minutes, and the drive from the front gate took a couple extra. As soon as she pulled up to the front steps, she was met by a female valet who quickly took her car. Another woman walked up to her and said, "Miss Baron, I am Mr. Becker's personal secretary. I am here to escort you to him." "Okay, lead away." The woman then proceeded to lead Julie through a mansion of opulence that took longer to get through than it had taken to drive up from the front gate. Finally, she was led outside to an Olympic sized swimming pool that had around 20 or 30 women cavorting about like children. Julie looked around and finally spotted one man amongst all the women. He was reclining in a deck chair, dressed only in a kilt, with a woman on her knees beside him doing his nails, like some scene out of some college boy's Greek themed fantasy. Julie assumed that this was Paul, and she didn't know whether she was more disappointed or angry, but she was here for a reason, so when the secretary led her over to the man, she swallowed her emotions and said, "Paul?" The man looked up and in her general direction. "Hey, Julie, haven't heard from you in a while. So how have you been?" "Doing okay, and you?" "Definitely can't complain. So what can I do for you?" "Well, I'm working for a local vegetarian lifestyle advocacy group, and I hear that you're a vegetarian, so I was wondering if I could hit you up for a donation." "I might be able to arrange that, but first I'll have to learn a few things." He turned to the woman at his side and said, "Margaret, I've got some business," and tried to pull his hand away. The woman ignored him and kept a firm grip on his hand. While continuing to file on his nails, she said, "You haven't seen her in two decades, she can wait 30 seconds more." Paul looked back to Julie and shrugged. "I guess we're going to have to wait." After a little bit longer, the woman said, "Finished," and stood up. She then waved the nail file at him and said, "Next time, don't let those nails get so bad before coming to me. Am I going to have to impose daily inspections?" Paul raised his hands in mock fear. "No, ma'am, I'll be good." The woman said, "Good," while putting her nail file back into her kit. She then leaned over and gave Paul an affectionate kiss and went back to the pool. Paul stood up, called out, "Linda, I've got some accounting work," and turned towards the house. He then said to Julie, "Shall we head to my study?" Julie shrugged and said, "Sure." Paul's secretary put her hand in the crook of his elbow as a woman pulled herself out of the pool behind them. Paul, without looking back to either Julie or the woman, said, "Julie, this is Linda, my accountant." The two shared a brief greeting before Paul started walking towards the house. At first, Julie was upset with her cousin, thinking that because he had made it big, he was now treating everyone around him like they were peasants, not bothering to look at any of them. But as they walked, she noticed something. His eyes never really focused on anything, barely even seeming to notice doors and walls. A little ways into the house, she asked, "Paul, are you blind?" Paul replied simply, "Damn near. I'm horribly near sighted, can't see a thing past about ten feet, and even within that, I can only make out vague outlines. It's enough so that I don't walk into any walls or furniture, but not much more." "I'm so sorry to hear that, and I apologize for what I was thinking." "What exactly was that?" "Well, with your not looking at anybody and that girl on her knees beside you, I figured you'd become some kind of stuck up, rich snob." "I'd like to think that my blindness keeps me humble, and I don't look at people because I can barely see them when they're standing right in front me. As for Margaret, well, she takes her job a little too seriously." "What is her job?" "She's my appearance manager. I'm not only near blind, I'm also color blind, so I hired Margaret to make sure I always look my best. She picks out my clothes, my hairstyle, makes sure my nails are trim, that kind of stuff. I returned from a business trip this morning, and when she saw my nails just a little bit ago, she harangued me about letting them get into that atrocious state. Not being able to see that level of detail any more, I couldn't very well argue it with her, but I suspect it wasn't as bad as she made it out. In Margaret's mind, a chipped nail is cause for emergency intervention." "I don't think I could take that. I'd be screaming like a banshee after just a day of that." "Possibly, but a word of advice, if you have to make a choice, always choose someone who'll over do their job, rather than not do it properly. Besides, I know Margaret does it because she cares, not only about her job, but about me." They finally got to Paul's study, a posh affair with soft, plush chairs and a big, oak desk. Paul went to the chair behind the desk, sat down, and said, "So tell me about this little group you're a part of." Julie sat down, hoping she didn't make too much of fool of herself. She was her group's money cruncher. She was one of the people who decided where the money went after they got it. Getting it in the first place was not her strength. "Okay, I don't have anything prepared though, so this is going to be a little rough. Basically speaking, we're a vegetarian lifestyle advocacy group. We try to educate everyone as to the benefits. We try to get local restaurants to offer vegetarian alternatives. That kind of stuff." "Before I make a decision, tell me something. Is your group pro-vegetarian or pro-animal rights? Is your group one of those that goes around throwing blood on people because they're wearing furs?" "No, sir, we are definitely not one of those. We are strictly into the soft sell." "Good, then I can agree to help you. How much money do you need?" "Right now, we could use about fifty to a hundred thousand, but whatever you can give would be great." Julie actually figured he'd offer less, which was why she was so surprised when he said, "How about a million?" "A million?" "Too little? How about a million five? That should get you through at least until the end of the year." "And then some, but that's way more than I need. Can you afford that?" "Easily. I'll make that up in a couple of weeks. I assume your group is a fully tax-exempt nonprofit organization." "Yes, sir." "Then we're in business. Linda, I need a check." Linda stepped up and went to Paul's desk and got out a check writing machine. As she worked it, Julie decided to make small talk and said, "So, Paul, if you don't mind me asking, how did you lose your eyesight? Was it a disease or an accident or what?" "Nope, it was just part of the cost of my success." "What do you mean? You were too busy building up your business to go to a doctor?" "Not exactly." "Well, what then?" Paul smiled. "Tell me, Julie. Do you believe in magic?" "You mean like stage tricks and illusions?" "No, Julie. I mean real magic, the kind of stuff that can turn the world on its ear." "Not really. I mean if somebody showed me some kind of evidence of it, I'd be willing to believe, but otherwise, no." "Get ready for evidence." Paul opened the front desk drawer, reached into it, and pressed some hidden switch, causing a section of the wall behind him to rise up and reveal a safe. "Wow. I never would have guessed that that safe was there." "Yeah, I figured putting it behind a picture would just be too cliche." Paul stood up, turned to and opened the safe, and then reached inside. Julie couldn't see inside. The safe seemed built to keep light out of it. Considering that Paul was blind, it made sense. After a few seconds, Paul pulled his hand out and said, "Here it is." "Here what is?" Paul held up a small gold coin so that Julie could see it. "It's called the Taurus coin. It grants wishes." "Be serious." "I am being serious. This coin grants wishes." "Alright then, show me. Make a wish." "I can't. The coin only grants three wishes, and I've already used three." "Well, that's convenient." "Believe me, I know how you feel. I wasn't too sure about this thing when I first got it, but it definitely works." "Okay, say I believe you, what's this got to do with your blindness?" "The coin requires a cost. The blindness was part of it." "Only part of it? What else was involved?" "My vegetarianism for one. Sometimes, part of me still wants a steak or burger, but I wind up getting sick just at the smell." "Well, I'm a little disappointed that it wasn't your choice, but it is better for you. Anything else?" "These muscles. I didn't get these from working out." "Doesn't seem like much of a cost. It seems more like a fringe benefit." "It might be if I had gained any extra ability to control this body. I still think and act as though I were only a hundred and seventy-five pounds. If I'm not real familiar with my surroundings, then I have to go real slow or-" "Or you're like a bull in a china shop?" Paul smiled. "Exactly." "Anything else?" "Yeah, but I hesitate to talk about it. It's a little private." "Hey, if you can't talk private stuff with your family, who can you talk with?" "Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you. The fact is, every wish increased the size of my penis. Proverbially speaking, I am now hung like a bull." "And that's supposed to be a limitation?" "It can be. First off, my clothes need to be extra baggy in order to accommodate me, so nothing really fits or looks good on me any more, and even with the baggiest boxers, part of me is hanging out of the leg holes. Normally, around the house, I go naked. I'm just wearing this kilt because you're here." "Still, considering everything you've got, this big house, all your money, a huge, multinational corporation at your beck and call, it definitely seems worth it." "Oh, it is. I've got to say that the blindness scared the hell out of me at first, but now that I've gotten used to it, it's not so bad." "I could definitely think of worse fates." "Good." Paul tossed the coin to Julie, and she instinctively caught it. "It's yours now." As soon as Julie held the coin, she felt ideas and images in her mind, everything Paul had told her and a little more. "I was thinking of passing it on to one of my kids, but since I have no idea when that will be, I decided to give it to you." "Is this some kind of trick? Is there something on the coin that is making me think these things in my head?" "I know. In today's modern, practical society, we're not supposed to believe in magic, but the coin is for real. Look, if you're willing to pay the price and waste one wish, use your first wish for something small, like the girlfriend of your dreams." "Why not the boyfriend of my dreams?" "I thought you were a lesbian? Back in high school, you never dated anything but girls, the most feminine girls the school had, if I recall correctly." "Yeah, well, it turns out it wasn't really the girls I was attracted to." "It wasn't?" Julie shifted uncomfortably for a few seconds before saying, "It turns out that I've got a nearly overpowering fetish. I'm into skirts." "I assume you're not talking about a slang term for girls." "Nope. I'm into skirts, or more accurately, I'm into my lovers wearing them. Nothing excites me more than the thought of crawling under a skirt and sucking on what's under there. What actually is under there doesn't really matter to me. The longest, most intense relationship I ever had was with a cross-dresser. I think we'd still be together if his company hadn't transferred him to another state." "I'd never have guessed. So guys in skirts turn you on?" "Anybody in skirts turns me on, the longer the skirt the better. Miniskirts don't really do it for me, but if I see somebody wearing one of those old Victorian style skirts, where you HAD to lift it up as you walked, or you'd trip over it, then I'm practically drooling." Paul gave Julie a lascivious smile. "So what do you think of me in this kilt?" Julie knew he was teasing, just like he did when they were young, so she playfully responded, "If you weren't my cousin..." Paul laughed. "But seriously, like I said, if you're willing to use up a wish and pay the price for that wish, then use it to wish for a lover who will only wear long, long skirts." "So what will happen? I'll make a wish and then become like you?" "Not completely. You only pay a little bit after each wish. After my first wish, I became color blind, my muscles developed some, I lost my ability to eat beef, and my penis grew by four inches. I expect that you will have to deal with the first three. As for that last one, I have no idea how it will affect you." Just after he said it, Julie got an image of herself with a slightly bigger, more muscular body and a little penis, something no bigger than a little boy's. She thought it was just her imagination, but the image was more real than anything she had ever imagined before. Paul continued, saying, "Actually, you're kind of lucky. Since you're already a full vegetarian, losing the ability to eat meat won't be that big a deal." "How did that progress? What did you lose after each wish?" "Like I said, after the first wish, I lost my ability to eat beef. After the second, I lost my ability to eat meat from any animal. And after the last wish, I lost the ability to eat foods that come out of what an animal produces, like milk, cheese, eggs, that stuff. I've got to admit, it is healthier for me, but there are times..." "What happens if you eat meat?" "I tried it once. One bite and I was retching all over my shoes." "What about the blindness? How did that go?" "First wish, color blind. My second wish made me incredibly nearsighted. My third wish rendered me unable to see anything but the broadest details. Now, if you stop moving, hold really still, you just blend into the background." "I'm not sure I could handle that. I think I'd only wind up making one or maybe two wishes." "Well, that one or maybe two wishes is now yours to make. Linda, after all this time, I assume the check is ready?" "Yes, sir. Ready for your signature." Linda put to check down in front of Paul's chair. After he sat down, she guided his left hand to the left edge of the check. Paul signed it with a flourish and handed it back to Linda. She gave it the once over before handing it to Julie and saying, "Here you go, but with a check that large the bank will require my personal authorization before they will transfer the funds. I'll need your nonprofit organization license number before I will grant that authorization." Paul chided, "Linda, I'm sure we can trust my cousin." "I'm sure we can, sir, but as your accountant, I don't want to set the precedent of being lazy about handling your money details." Julie said, "Don't worry, Paul. I've done this so much that I keep those numbers handy," and proceeded to dig in her purse until she brought out a small card with the numbers Linda needed. As Linda copied the numbers, Julie asked, "Are you sure you want to give this coin to me?" Paul said, "I'm sure. You've got a good head on your shoulders. I know you'll use it wisely." After some end of the talk small talk, Julie left with both the check and the coin in her purse. She went to the bank, deposited the check in the organization bank account, and returned to the headquarters they were using. She had the brief pleasure of watching Roxanne's eyes bug out at the size of the check. After Roxanne announced the donation, there was a brief celebration before Roxanne started ordering people back to work, planning to use the money. By the end of the day, Julie had all but forgotten the coin. She only remembered it upon seeing it while digging through her purse for her keys when it was time to go home. The thought of the coin stuck in her mind as she drove, so the first thing that she did when she got home was take the coin out of her purse, before tossing the purse on an end table. She then sat in her chair and stared at the coin, thinking. Finally, she asked, "Are you for real?" Nothing happened, of course, and she felt a little foolish for having questioned an inanimate object. She stared at it for a little longer before saying, "I guess the only way to find out is to try you." She briefly considered wishing for the entire city to be vegetarians, but decided against it. She wanted people to realize the superiority of being a vegetarian because it was superior, not because some magic coin made them do it. She decided that as Paul had suggested, she'd make a wish for romance. The problem was who would she wish for. She had a real bad track record for picking lovers. Far too often, her attraction to the length of the skirt the person was wearing would interfere with her common sense, and she'd wind up dating someone who was a real jerk. Finally, she decided that since she was willing to pay the cost for this wish, she might as will make the coin do the work. "I wish that the person at my office best suited to become my lifemate will want to wear only female clothes below the waist; no girl pants, just skirts, slips, panties, and when they want to go all out, dresses." As soon as she finished her wish, the world shifted into black and white. The effect was incredibly disconcerting, and she almost made another wish to get her eyesight back, but decided against it. The coin demanded a price for its wishes, and even if she could wish for her eyesight to be normal, she wasn't even sure what other costs would be involved in a second wish. However, as soon as she wondered, she got this image of herself as a bigger, more muscular version with a large cock hanging from her crotch. Seeing this, her hand went to her own crotch to feel if anything had changed, and she definitely felt something. After setting the coin down, she stood up and took her pants off. Sure enough, she found that she now had a four inch cock, just like in the image she got back from Paul's house. She decided that she needed to get a good look at herself, so she headed to the bathroom. As she walked, she noticed that her clothes were a little tighter on her, nothing too bad, but definitely different. Once she got into the bathroom, she stripped off her blouse and bra. Looking at herself in the mirror, she noticed that she looked exactly like she had envisioned before, not just close, but EXACTLY the same. She returned to her living room and picked up the coin. "That image that I saw before wasn't my imagination, was it? That was you showing me what I'd look like after my wish. Wasn't it?" Julie was surprised when she actually got an answer. It wasn't in any definitive words or thoughts. It was just a feeling in the affirmative. Julie asked, "Was the second image what I would look like if I made a second wish?" Again she got an affirmative feeling. "Could I get a side by side view so that I could make a comparison?" She saw both images in her mind. The one with the larger cock was just a little taller as well as more muscular, and its cock was about twice the size. "Could I see what I would look like after three wishes, again in comparison?" A third image appeared beside the other two. This one, at least to Julie, looked like a very muscular man. Seeing all three images side by side, there was a definite progression towards masculinity. The first image looked like a very muscular woman. The second would give most people fits trying to guess whether it was a super muscular woman or a kind of curvy, yet muscular guy. The last one, however, was definitely male, at least in appearance. She shook her head and said, "Okay, that's enough. Thanks for the information, but I don't plan on making another wish unless I have to." Julie went into her bedroom and put the coin in the back of her lingerie drawer, and then went to sleep. THE NEXT DAY, NOON... Julie walked through the lingerie department at the local Wal-Mart. She hadn't planned on going shopping on her lunch break, but the bra she had been wearing was starting to cut into her. Her other clothes, although tight, could have waited, but that bra had to go. Her first stop was the cashier, where she knew they kept a tape measure so customers could measure themselves. The cashiers weren't really trained to do the sizing for you, but they tried to help where they could. Julie didn't know if this was standard policy for Wal-Mart, but she was glad it was policy where she was. Inside the dressing room, she took her measurements as best she could. She used to be a perfect 36 C. After measuring, she was only slightly surprised to find out she was now a 38 B. After selecting a couple of new bras, trying them on to fit, and buying them, on her way out of the store she was surprised to see Craig Johnson wandering through the lingerie section, looking at panties. Craig was a local boy who volunteered at the vegetarian advocacy office whenever he could, which with summer having started, was pretty often now. At first, Julie didn't think anything about it, but then remembered her wish. She hadn't seen anybody in the office wearing skirts except for a couple of ladies for whom it wasn't unusual. Julie had figured that one of those ladies would turn out to be the recipient of her wish, but that she'd have to wait to see if they wound up wearing skirts every day. But seeing Craig here made her wonder if he was going to be the person targeted by the wish. Craig would not have been her first guess. He was just a kid, for Christ's sake. Okay, he was legal and closer to his nineteenth birthday than his eighteenth (and definitely a cute, hot stud), but he had only just graduated high school a couple of months ago, and she was in her mid 30's. She watched Craig shuffle about a bit and decided that she could find out what Craig was doing here. This would all be a moot point if it turned out that he was really just here to buy a gift for a girlfriend. She walked over to him and said, "Hey, Craig, what's up?" "Oh, uhm, nothing." "Whatcha doing here?" "Oh, gee... I'm just... Miss Baron, could I confide in you?" "Sure, I can keep a secret." "Well, it's just that since last night..." "Yes?" "I've just had this urge..." "Urge for what?" Craig shuffled around a bit, not wanting to admit to anything. "If it'll make it any easier, you can lean in close and whisper it in my ear." Craig looked around the store first, then leaned over and whispered, "I want to try wearing skirts." In a slightly lower than normal voice, Julie said, "Nothing wrong with that. A lot of guys are getting into dressing in female clothes these days. I mean, it's not some huge percentage, but it's not all that uncommon. But you know that there's no rule that says that you'll have to wear panties if you wear a skirt. You could wear your normal underwear if you wanted." "Yeah, I know, but I wanted to get the full feeling of wearing only girl clothes below the waist. I know it sounds like I'm making excuses, but I think it'll feel a little less weird than if I were wearing briefs under a skirt." "I think I understand. So what's wrong? You feeling a little embarrassed? Would you like me to buy the clothes you want for you?" "Well, I am feeling a little weird about this, but the real problem I'm having is that I don't know the first thing about how to buy women's clothes. What size to I get? What color? Is there any difference between brands, and if so, what?" "I can help you with that if you want. Everything but color, that is. I'm color blind." "Really? I'd never have guessed." "Well, it's just came on real recently." "Really? I've never heard of color blindness coming on. I thought you were born with it. Have you talked to a doctor about it?" "I'm still working things out with it, but that's neither here nor there. Let's get you into a skirt." The two spent the rest of Julie's lunch hour getting Craig a couple of skirts, a couple pairs of panties, a slip, and a couple pair of pantyhose. None of it was real expensive, but it was all Craig could afford until he got his next paycheck from his part-time job at McDonald's. While they shopped, they also talked, and Julie found out some things that led her to believe that Craig was the person that had been affected by her wish (other than his new-found interest in skirts). He was really kind, a good listener, had been a vegetarian since he was twelve years old, and wanted to eventually become a veterinarian. But he was just so young. He still lived at home. His greatest achievement in life up to that point had been scoring third in the state spelling bee when he had been in sixth grade, which, according to him, just barely beat out being on the third place team in a high school State football championships. He had also never drank, never voted in a national election, and the War on Terrorism was the first major military action he could remember in his life. Julie decided that she'd wait for him to make the first move, if only because she didn't want be accused of robbing the cradle. However, she almost relented when she saw him in his skirt. God, he was hot, and when he twirled in place to model it for her, she almost tackled him in the middle of the store. He had the evening off, so they both went to the office to help out. With all the money that Paul had given to them, they were planning a bulk mailing larger than any they had ever done, so there was plenty of work to go around. At first, Craig was a little self-conscious about being in a skirt, but no one at the office really cared, so he quickly adjusted. At the end of the day, Paul had to leave a couple of hours earlier than Julie, so she just had to drive home with thoughts of him in a skirt. She considered that a lucky thing, though. Seeing him at work all afternoon in a skirt had her new four inch addition straining at her panties and demanding attention. As she walked down the hall to her apartment, she saw Craig sitting on the floor in front of her door, his head buried in his knees. She walked up and asked, "Craig, what are you doing here?" When he lifted his head, Julie saw that he had been crying. He told her, "When I got home and my mom saw me wearing a skirt, she freaked. She spent a half-hour haranguing me and asking what other people would think of her if they saw me in a skirt. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and left, with her telling me never to come back." "Oh, God, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault." "It's not your fault. You were just trying to help me out." "No, it's really my fault. Come on inside. Have I got a story for you." Once she got inside and they were seated comfortably, she got out the coin and explained everything to him, from Paul's story to their shopping trip earlier that day. After she finished, she asked, "What do you think?" "I don't know whether to be relieved, angry, or call you crazy. Are you serious? That coin grants wishes?" "Yes, it does. Hold it for a second, and you'll see what I mean." Julie held out the coin to him, and he took. After just a couple seconds he said, "Wow!" "Craig, I'm sorry. I didn't think that you'd be the person affected. Truth is, I didn't really consider what my wish would do to the person I was wishing for. I never meant to hurt anybody. If you want, I'll use my second wish to get you back to normal." Craig considered it for a few seconds before holding up the coin and saying, "I wish that I would legally come into enough money in the next 24 hours that I could live well off the interest for the rest of my life." Then he handed the coin back to Julie and said, "There. Now I won't be a burden on you when you let me move in here." "Who said anything about you moving in?" "Well, since you're responsible for my current state, I figure you need to let me stay, if only for the night, but aren't you curious to see how compatible we really are?" "Yeah, but what about your mom?" "Mom was never real supportive of me. After I decided to be a vegetarian, she'd often say, 'It's only a little bit of meat,' while putting a plate full right in front of me. I really should've seen this coming, and I have been looking for a better job so that I could move out anyway. This way, I get a really hot girlfriend in the bargain." "But you're so young!" "All the better to please you. They say that women hit their sexual peak in their 30's, and a man will hit it at 18, so we're perfect for each other." "I don't know about perfect." "Well, let's see." When Craig stood up, they heard his shirt rip at the seams. When he stripped it off, Julie said, "It's all those new muscles you got from your wish." Craig posed a few times and asked, "So what do you think?" Seeing this hot, muscled stud in nothing but a skirt had Julie practically drooling. She commented, "Well, I guess we could try this for a while." That evening, they tried each other out. Julie found out that Craig was bisexual and loved sucking on her little cock. She got a good surprise for her when she crawled under his skirt and found Craig had started large with eight inches of man meat and was, thanks to his wish, now the possessor of a foot long cock. She also delighted in the fact that he had no problem with fucking her while the skirt was on. The next morning, they found out that Craig was the winner of the state lottery, over fifteen million dollars. Even with the fact that the payments would be spread out over 30 years, the interest would still be more than enough to live on. TWO MONTHS LATER... Julie was working late at the office again. The money that Paul had donated was still funding a number of fliers and pamphlets, and now they were planning a few speeches at local schools and halls, so she was putting in extra hours working out money details. She and Craig were still going strong, although he couldn't put in as much time at the office as she did since he was in the process of getting registered for college. She just left the office and was walking alone to her car, as she had done many times before, forgetting to even look around. When she got to the car, she felt someone push her forward against it and then felt a sharp, pointy object pressed into her back. A strange voice said, "Uppity bitch, with all your muscles. Probably think you're better than men. Well, what good are your muscles now?" The stranger reached around and started to fumble with her pants. She might have been able to do something, but she was paralyzed with fear, too scared to even scream. Luckily, before the man could even get her pants open, she heard Roxanne yell, "Hey, stop it!" and heard a gun go off. The man let her go and ran off. Roxanne ran up beside her and asked, "Are you okay?" Julie could only nod. Roxanne said, "I'll take you home. You or Craig can come back for the car tomorrow." Julie allowed herself to be escorted to Roxanne's car and meekly got in. Once Roxanne went around and got inside, Julie broke down in tears. Roxanne wrapped her arms around Julie and said, "It's okay. You go ahead and cry it all out." After a long while, the tears finally slowed and Julie said, "Oh, God, what just happened?" Roxanne didn't answer, feeling the answer was obvious and would only remind Julie unnecessarily. Instead, she asked, "Did he say anything to you when he grabbed you?" "He said something about me thinking my muscles made me better than men." "Sounds like the Athlete Rapist." "Who?" "The Athlete Rapist. Don't you watch the news?" Julie shook her head and weakly said, "Too depressing." "Maybe you ought to start. The Athlete Rapist is a serial rapist who attacks women with well-developed bodies. He seems to think that women who work out are a challenge to men everywhere. I thought his stalking grounds were the University and the surrounding suburbs. I guess he's starting to branch out." "Lucky me." Roxanne hugged her and said, "We better go make a report to the police so that they know where this guy is." After going to the police station and making a report. Roxanne drove Julie home. Craig was there and held Julie through another crying fit as Roxanne explained what happened. Julie cried herself to sleep, whereupon Roxanne told Craig the both of them could take as much time as they needed and then left. Craig carried Julie into bed, tucked her in, crawled into bed beside her, and fell asleep. Halfway through the night, Julie got up, went and got the coin, and wished, "I wished that that damned asshole who tried to rape me tonight would fry in hell for what he did." When nothing happened, her eyesight didn't get worse and her penis didn't grow, Julie shook the coin and yelled, "Work, damn you!" Craig woke up at her yelling and asked, "Babe, what's wrong?" "This damned coin won't grant my wish! I want that man to be punished for what he did to me!" Craig got up, his nightgown fluttering around him, and said, "So ask it what's wrong. I don't think it's alive or anything, but it does respond to thoughts, and it doesn't seem to want to hide anything about how it works." Julie stared intently at the coin. After a little while, she said, "It won't grant wishes of hate or malice, no matter how much the target deserves it." Craig walked over and put his hand on the one of hers that was holding the coin. "So put aside, temporarily, your hate for him and think about what he might do if he keeps getting away without being punished. Then think about something that would really punish him, not just death, but a real punishment. Then make your wish, not about vengeance, but about justice, to protect anybody else from going through what you're going through." Julie thought about it and then said, "I wish that the man who attacked me earlier would become my slave." When nothing happened, she said, "It didn't work." "Perhaps it's for the best. Much as I'd like to see what happens to you after another wish or two, I think you're thinking too much about what that guy did to you, and not enough about the cost of the wish." Julie sagged against Craig. "You don't understand. You don't know what it's like to have a predator like that out there, to know that there's somebody out there who is willing to do what that animal tried to do, to know that fear." "You're right. I don't know. Maybe you should think about protecting yourself from people like him, instead of trying to target that specific criminal, make a wish for protection instead of vengeance." For a few seconds, Julie was content to just stand there and be held, but eventually, she brought the coin up to eye level and said, "I wish that anybody who is trying or has tried to force me into sex in perpetuity will desire only to seek me out and make themselves my utter and total slave." Both Craig and Julie instantly knew that the wish had worked because Julie grew by a couple of inches. Craig unnecessarily said, "I guess it worked." Julie reached down and took her now eight inch cock in hand. "I guess so." Craig licked his lips. "Considering what you went through today, is it too early to try that out?" Julie smiled. "You are an incorrigible guy, but lucky for you, right now I'm feeling very guy-like myself, so what would you like to do?" "I plan on starting by giving you a blowjob, and then, since you're now big enough, I want you to jam that big, stiff rod into my ass." "Oh, God, I am becoming a guy. Despite everything that has happened, all I can think of right now is that I want to fuck you, so bring it on, my boyfriend." Craig said nothing more, instead going to his knees in front of her. He leaned forward, took her dick in hand, and sucked it into his mouth. He only went up and down on it a couple of times before Julie grabbed the top of his head and started fucking his face. After just a little while, she screamed, "Cumming!" and shot something into his mouth. After she relaxed, she let go of Craig's head and said, "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I just felt this need to... dominate you." Craig stood up. "It's okay. Occasionally, I like it a little rough, and I haven't had it rough since I started wearing skirts." "You should've told me. I would have roughened it up." "I should qualify that I like my male lovers to get a little rough. Since you were playing female to my male, what you were doing was great. Now that you've actually got something to fuck with, I want you to dominate me, nothing painful or anything, but enough to show me who's in charge." Julie smiled. "Alright then, you can start with a hand job to get me all nice and hard again. I claimed your mouth, so now I want to claim your other end." "Yes, ma'am." Craig stood beside Julie and wrapped an arm around her waist. With his free hand, he took her dick and started stroking. In less than a minute, a surprisingly small time considering her last orgasm, she was rock hard again. Once hard, she said, "Over to the bed with you. I want you on the bed on your knees, so I can really claim you." "Yes, ma'am!" Craig ran over to the bed, got on it on his hands and knees, looked over his shoulder, and said, "Bring it on, lover." Julie walked over to the bed and got up on it behind him. She flipped the edge of his nightgown, his 'skirt' as it were, up on his back, took her dick in hand, and slid it into his backside. When he moaned, she asked, "Do you like that?" "Oh, yes!" "Well, get ready for all eight inches of me!" Without giving him even a moment to prepare, she grabbed his hips and slammed into him. He screeched in masculine pleasure and began to mouth words of encouragement as she again and again slammed against him. He took his own cock and nightgown in hand and stroked himself as she fucked him. They went on like that, losing themselves to the pleasure, until both screamed in orgasm, whereupon they collapsed together on the bed. While resting, they heard someone pound on the wall from the next door apartment and yell, "Hey, keep it down in there!" Both laughed, and Craig said, "I guess we're going to have to move sooner than we thought." "Which means that unless we find someone to sublet soon, we're going to have to tap the principal of your lottery winnings. Unless something else presents itself." THE NEXT DAY... Julie and Craig worked the advocacy office all the next day. Although everyone seemed to notice that there was something different about Julie, no one could actually put their finger on what it was; both guessed it was part of the coin's magic. Close to the end of the day, Roxanne sent Craig on a trip to the post office. Shortly after he was gone, Roxanne called Julie into her office. Once Julie was inside, Roxanne closed the door and locked it behind her. Roxanne and walked over to her desk and struck a sexy pose, leaning against it. Roxanne asked, "Julie, did I ever tell you that I was a lesbian, and that I like my girls really, really muscular?" "I think you mentioned that you were a lesbian, but I don't think the muscular thing ever came up." Roxanne and started rubbing her hands on Julie's muscles. "Did I tell you that for quite some time now, I've been finding you really attractive? Quite frankly, I don't know why haven't made a pass at you yet, but all today, I've been practically drooling in my shorts over you." "Well, I don't know. I don't want to cheat on Craig." Julie was only teasing. She and Craig had talked about it, and they determined that as long as they were honest about it, they would have an open relationship. But Roxanne thought she was truly being rebuffed, so she angrily said, "Y'know, I could make your life very hard around here, particularly with this new nearsightedness of yours." Almost immediately, Roxanne fell to her knees and wrapped her arms around Julie's ankles. "I'm sorry, mistress! I could never make life hard for you. I prostrate myself before you and dedicate the rest of my life to fulfilling your every whim." "Roxanne! I was just kidding. Why did you have to try to force me into sex? I never meant for you to become my slave." Without even looking up, Roxanne replied, "My inability to understand that you were kidding is proof positive that I should not be in charge of my own life. Order me, mistress. I am yours to command." Julie sighed. "First off, stand up." Roxanne did as commanded. "Next, I want you to act like you used to, like my friend, not like a slave." "But why, mistress? That is what I am, a slave to your glory." Frustrated, Julie snapped, "Because I order it!" "My apologies, Julie. I cannot help but want to show you how much I adore you." Julie hugged Roxanne to her. "I'm sorry, Roxanne. When we get home tonight, I'll find a way to fix this." "Fix what?" "Never mind. Just keep treating me like you used to. That's all I want." "Okay, Julie, I can do that." Julie gave Roxanne another hug. They might have done something more, but Julie was feeling way too guilty, so instead, she asked, "Is there anything business related you need to ask me?" "No. Sorry to bother you." Julie gave Roxanne a quick kiss and returned to the main room. When Craig returned, Julie took him aside and explained what happened. Then she said, "I guess we'll have to make another wish. Rather, I'll have to make a wish." "But that would be your last wish. I'll handle it." "But you weren't planning on making any more wishes, and this isn't your problem. I messed up. I'll handle it." "No way!" They might have continued arguing, but Craig's last exclamation had started to attract too much attention, so they agreed to wait until they were home to continue their argument. At the end of work, they waited until everyone else was gone, and then the three of them left together. As they walked through the parking lot, they noticed a man waiting by Julie's car. When they got close enough, Roxanne identified him as the man who had attacked Julie. As soon as they got close enough, the man threw himself to the ground and, like Roxanne earlier, proclaimed his love and slavery for Julie. She simply said, "From you, I'll accept it." Julie walked to the back of her car, opened the trunk, and said, "You ride back here." Without a word of protest, the man climbed in, and Julie shut the trunk. They drove to Julie's and went inside, stopping only long enough to let the rapist out of the trunk. Once inside, Julie ordered him to strip to nothing and lie face down on the floor, and not to move until she said otherwise. She let out a frustrated sigh when Roxanne volunteered to strip as well. She ordered Roxanne to follow and went into the bedroom. In the bedroom, she saw Craig getting the coin out of their lingerie drawer. She immediately stated, "Put it down!" Craig put the coin down on top of the dresser. "Don't worry. I wasn't going to make a wish without talking to you first. But I am the best choice to make the wish to fix this." "No way. This is my mistake, so it's my job to fix it. Besides, if you make a second wish, whose going to be driving around town for both of us? I can barely see the end of the car, and your eyesight won't be much better." "That's a weak argument, and you know it. We can afford to hire a driver. Can you face being almost blind?" "If I have to." Before Craig could continue the argument, they heard Roxanne say, "I wish that whatever it is that Julie needs fixing would get fixed." They looked over and saw that Roxanne was now a more muscular version of her old self and that she was now holding the coin. Roxanne looked around and said, "So now I'm colorblind." She handed the coin to Craig. "Here. You better take this back." Julie asked, "What happened?" "As your slave, I saw that you needed something to be fixed and that you thought wishing on this coin would fix it, so while you were distracted by your argument with Craig, I snuck around and made the wish. I never thought it would actually work, although I guess it's appropriate that my wish would fix my mistake." After a few seconds of awkward silence, Julie asked, "Why, Roxanne? Why did you try to force me into sex? I would gladly have taken you to my bed. How could you, particularly knowing what I had just gone through yesterday?" Roxanne stared at the floor shamefully and considered her words. Finally, she said, "I'm sorry. It's just that all my life... Well, a friend in college called it the eighty percent problem. I'm prettier than eighty percent of the population, prettier than four out of five people. Problem is, everybody knows least five people, which means that everybody knows at least one person prettier than I am. All my life, I've always been everybody's second choice, the person they were willing to date only if the pretty one wasn't available, and most would discard me if the pretty one did become available. It's not excuse, but when you said no, even just kidding, it brought up a lot of bad memories. If you never want to talk to me again, I understand." Julie walked over and hugged Roxanne. "Don't worry. I'll still talk to you. It might have been different if you had succeeded, but you didn't, so don't worry about it." After the hug ended, Roxanne asked, "If it's not too much to ask, could I have another wish on that coin? Since it is here, I'd like to make myself a little prettier." "Are you sure you want to do that? I think you're pretty enough, and the costs for that wish are a lot bigger. Your eyesight gets worse, you get bigger and clumsier, although not too bad as long as you move slow, and this," Julie grabbed Roxanne's crotch, letting her know what was there, "gets a lot bigger." "Wow! I was so distracted by the loss of color sight, that I didn't even know that was there." "And it'll grow to twice size with another wish. If it's like mine, it's four inches now." "So I'll have an eight inch cock?" "Exactly." Roxanne considered it, but from the look on her face, it was clear that she wasn't having a problem with it. "I'd still like to use the coin." Craig said, "I don't have a problem with it." Julie shrugged and said, "I guess it's okay with me, too." Craig handed the coin back to Roxanne. Roxanne held it up and said, "I wish that I had a big, sexy, beautiful body with big tits and a big nine inch cock." Just like that, Roxanne became what looked like a female body builder or some kind of female wrestler. She handed the coin back to Craig and with the simple flexing of her muscles that that required, her clothing ripped clean through. Roxanne stared at her arms as she flexed them a few times, and then she said, "This is so cool. I need to see what I look like." Julie said, "There's a mirror in the bathroom." Roxanne started to move, but then said, "Damn! These clothes are too small to move in now," and ripped the remains of her clothes right off. Once her clothes were off, it was clear that she had more than a simple nine inch cock. Before anyone could comment, Roxanne ran to the bathroom. They heard, "Damn! I am hot!" When Roxanne returned, she said, "On a side note, the rapist is still out there. What do you plan on doing with him?" Julie said, "I haven't even thought about him." Craig asked, "Mind if I make a suggestion?" "Go ahead." "Let's put him to work in the porn industry. We can start him off as a submissive in gay BDSM films, and then he can pay for his own transformation into a submissive shemale." "Sounds like just the thing." Julie turned and started to approach Roxanne. "Now let's see how big we can get that member of yours." Roxanne just gave a happy squeal. During sex, they discovered that Roxanne, when hard, was thirteen inches, nine inches from her wish, and four as cost for the wish. Roxanne also discovered that as long as she was doing the fucking, she had absolutely no problem with sex with guys. TWO MONTHS LATER... Julie was taking a break after directing the moving men in unloading the stuff at the new house that she, Craig, and Roxanne had decided to move to. Craig and Roxanne were working at the advocacy office, Bubbles (the new name that they had given their slave) was recovering from her breast implant surgery at the hospital, and the movers were gone for the day, so she was alone, just watching some TV. She was about to turn it off and find something else to do when a news report came on about a rapist attacking women in New York. It was far away from her, but she couldn't help but feel touched by it. She got her purse and got the coin. They didn't want to lose that, so it wasn't packed in any of the boxes. She knew that both Roxanne and Craig would try to stop her, but she felt like she had to do something. She held up the coin and said, "I wish that every person who has ever raped somebody in this city would come to me and become my slave." Julie then carefully put the coin back in her purse and sat down on the floor, for now her eyesight was so bad that she couldn't even safely get out of the room. When Craig and Roxanne got home, Julie dissolved into tears. Even with them there, she felt alone and lost in a world she could no longer see. SIX MONTHS LATER... Julie sat beside the pool of her new mansion. Bubbles, looking very feminine, was between her legs, sucking her dick. The other slaves that Julie had acquired were now servants at the mansion and worked as porn actors in their off hours, all in various degrees of feminization. After Julie's last wish, about 40 people showed up the next day proclaiming their adoration for Julie. Any with wives, girlfriends, or children were sent home with orders to love their dependents, otherwise act normal, and never to rape another person again. The remaining 25 were set on the same path as Bubbles. All were made to confess all of their violent crimes, and depending upon how bad those were, that would determine how far they would go along that path. Some were stopped at simple cross dressing. Others got some plastic surgery. A few went the full path with big breast implants and big penile implants so they could be big- dicked, big breasted shemales. With all these porn stars handing over every dime of their income, the three of them were quite rich. Craig had taken a few of the new slaves and, with carefully prepared scripts, had tried to fix Julie's eyesight, but the best he could accomplish was to give her very bad, very near sighted vision. With very thick glasses, everything up to about twenty feet appeared as blurry, bleached out, indistinct figures. Julie now appeared to be completely male, and decided to go by the name Jules. Her periods, which had been getting milder after each wish, had ceased altogether after the third wish. She still had a pussy, but it had closed so tight that it was filled by just two fingers. The pussy was also hidden by the two balls that had descended after the third wish. She had gotten herself tested and found herself to be totally fertile as a male. Her nipples had become puffy, little points on her otherwise flat, broad, manly chest. All three agreed that having rapists from all over the country seek them out in order to become slaves would be too unworkable, but they wanted to try something, so, again with carefully laid out scripts, they used a slave to wish that all the rapists in a nearby city would realize the error of their ways, figuring that if it worked, they could try it on a larger scale. After hearing about a rash of rapists committing suicide, they had to admit that it was too big a problem for three people to solve, no matter how well-intentioned. They all still worked at the advocacy office, but Julie/Jules could no longer see the accounting figures, so had relinquished his/her position as treasurer to someone new. Julie/Jules had been feeling guilty about causing the deaths of those rapists. The men themselves she hadn't really cared about, but some of them had wives and kids. So, after discussing it with Craig and Roxanne, she found the name and address of the largest family who had lost their father and mailed them the coin anonymously along with a note explaining what it was.