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A Reward of Wishes II By Bill Hart After opening the door, I carefully looked around before deciding it was safe to go outside and get the paper. I was always very careful whenever I went outside the house now; I really hated running into anyone who might inadvertently utter something prefaced by those two words - I wish - that always made me shudder. Over the past couple of months - had it really been only a short couple of months - since I'd saved that two-inch faery girl from that hungry spider which had captured her in its web. She'd rewarded me with the powers of a grantor of wishes. And from that moment on, I'd been constantly amazed with how many times someone had used those two words in my presence. And yet the granting of wishes never seemed to pose any real problems for anyone, that is, other than me. Even though there were generally a few others who would recall what had once been for a while, the wishes always seemed to eventually work out so only I would remember what had once been. In fact, there were times that it almost seemed as if I were really the victim of some far reaching faery conspiracy or the butt of some faery joke. And no matter what else happened, it always seemed even worse for me because I couldn't even make any wishes myself. The faeries made all the rules and no wishes for me was one of them. My sometimes friend Dick Waynor had been the very first victim of my new wish grantor status. Fresh from his latest quarrel, he'd shown up on my doorstep and wished for a safe haven where his overly jealous girlfriend - she'd just found out Dick had slept with one of the more busty cheerleaders while she was away visiting her sick grandmother - would never find him. Of course, he hadn't stopped at just wishing for that safe hiding place. He'd also wished that his hiding place would have a foxy babe in it. And my uncontrollable power had simply granted his wish by making him over into that foxy babe. After all, he'd only wished there were a hot babe in the room. I'd guess things might have worked out a lot differently if he'd only wished that the hot babe was in the room with him. But once I'd thought about it, it had made sense; it was the path of least resistance. I'd have to imagine - even drawing from the faery magics - that it must be far easier to change an existing male body into a female one than it was coming up with a whole new female body from scratch. To make a long story short, this female Dick Waynor eventually wound up becoming my cousin Cheri Wilters in both body and soul. It had been touch and go for a while after he'd wished to know what was going on and immediately knew why he'd become a girl. He'd simply made a foolish wish in my presence and the wish grantor power given me by the faery had transformed him into a girl. He hadn't been a happy camper finding out about that. And yet, it had all worked out for the best... well, sort of anyway. Once she'd truly become Cheri Wilters, she had, again as the result of a few misworded wishes, fallen in love and married Dawson Richards, the president of the chess club and one of the biggest computer geeks on campus. And, even though I knew they'd only been married a couple of months, Cheri and Dawson were now the parents of five-year-old identical triplet girls. No one but me considers it odd or unusual for them to have children that age after being married only a few months. The girls had been the result of still another wish after Cheri and Dawson returned from their honeymoon and discovered that Lisa - Dick's former girlfriend, who'd inadvertently wished herself into being my wife - was then three months pregnant with triplets. I leaned over and picked up the paper. The headline wasn't much different than any of the others had been since I'd become a wish grantor. But then, nothing going on in the world seemed overly important to me anymore. "Hi, Mr. Williams." I looked up to see a couple of the neighborhood boys. "Hi, John. Carl. How are you boys doing this morning?" "Okay, I guess," replied John. "I can't really complain about anything," said Carl. "Besides, who'd listen to me if I did complain? My parents are out of town for the weekend and I finally convinced them I could stay home alone without getting into any trouble." "We were just on our way over to Carl's to watch television on their new big screen set. We ought to have a lot of fun." "It certainly sounds like a lot of fun," I told them with a sigh, thinking about my younger carefree days. "I hope you enjoy yourselves." "I'm sure we will," said Carl. "We'll talk to you later, Mr. Williams," added John. That hadn't been too bad an encounter, I thought as I walked back to the door. They were both good kids. And there were plenty of times I wished I could be their age or younger again... at least for a little while. I'd even tried making that wish once. But not unexpectedly, nothing had happened. I knew that even if John or Carl could make all the wishes they wanted, I could never make one. That was just part of my "reward" from the faery - I could only grant wishes to others, never to myself. And yet, even as I turned back towards the door, I found myself still inexplicably listening to John and Carl's ongoing conversation. "What about Wendy Mitchell?" asked John. "She's got those really big tits." "To be honest, I think I rather see the head cheerleader Lori Jane Lawson naked instead of Wendy," replied Carl. "Oh wow," smiled John. "I can almost picture that. Lori Jane might not have hooters as big as Wendy's, but she's still a real hot babe." "But she's a little stuck on herself, if you know what I mean," said Carl. "Nobody's perfect, Carl." "Yeah, I know. If it was possible, I think it would be interesting to swap Lori Jane's personality with Wendy's. And you know something else, John. There have been plenty of times lately that I've wondered why the girls I know act the way they do. If I had a wish, then I'd wish I knew why girls like them were the way they were and why they did all the things they did." Oh shit, I knew I shouldn't have been listening to them, I thought to myself, as the tingling I always felt while a wish was being granted quickly spread throughout my body. Carl had just made a wish and I had a real good idea how it would be granted. Hurriedly I entered through the door, shutting and latching it behind me, even as I listened to Carl's scream spiraling swiftly upward in pitch. "Is something wrong, dear?" asked Lisa. "No, I'm just fine," I told my wife, surprised I hadn't noticed she was in the room with me. "There's nothing wrong." But even as I watched them from the window, I wondered why I had been listening to their conversation. I was suddenly curious in what direction their conversation had continued. *** "What the hell just happened to me?" asked Carl in his new light soprano. He felt at his chest cautiously, then ran his long slender fingers through his newly lengthened hair. "This is unbelievable. How could this have happened to me? For some strange reason, I seem to have somehow turned into a girl." John stared at his friend, who was now dressed in a short skirt and a tight pullover tank top. "I don't know what happened to you, Carl. I've never heard any stories of any guys spontaneously metamorphosing into a girl before." John smiled. "But you do have a really nice pair of legs. And I think you're a really hot looking babe this way, you know. The only thing I can think of that might improve your appearance would be having bigger boobs." "That's not funny, John." Carl shook his head, after poking at his new female breasts again. "They're already way too big as they are now. I don't want to be a girl." "It's a good thing your parents are out of town for the weekend," said John. "I really doubt we could ever start explaining to them that this you is really you. I'm not even too sure I really believe you're really you and I was standing right here watching the old you become this new you." "But what do I have to do to turn myself back into me?" "I have no idea, dude." John looked Carl over and smiled. "Dude? That doesn't fit you, you know. I wonder if I should start calling you babe now." "Very funny," snapped Carl. "Ha. Ha. Ha." "Maybe we should go back to your parents' house. With them out of town for the weekend, that should be the perfect place for you to hide out." "That sounds like a good idea, John. Since nobody will be there, no one will see me looking like this." "We'll probably have to sneak you inside. This hot new appearance of yours might be a little difficult for us to explain, if any of your nosy neighbors sees this new you going into your house with me." *** As I watched from the window, the boy and the new girl walked slowly down the street, I wondered if Carl had even begun realizing just how feminine his every movement had become. I considered it highly likely they were heading for the former Carl's house, since his - or rather her now - parents were away this weekend. Although I could never be entirely certain how a wish might be fulfilled, I thought, given what I'd seen, it was highly likely John still remembered Carl being a boy. But I was definitely glad I had only heard that one wish of Carl's. *** Carl was relieved when he and John finally got home. When they'd run across a few of their friends along the way, everyone of the boys had clearly looked him over in that special way guys usually reserved for appraising their chances with new pretty girls. Even worse, all their friends had called him Carla, as if that was the only name by which they'd ever known him. "What happened out there, John? Why did everybody keep calling me Carla instead of Carl?" "I don't know the answer to either question. No matter what you look like right now, I still think of you as Carl," replied John. "The only thing that makes sense to me is I remember you as Carl because I was with you when you underwent your sudden transformation into this girl and they weren't." "Does that mean everyone else will think of me only as Carla?" "I don't know. But I'd consider it highly likely." Carl sighed. "I'm going to my room so I can change my clothes." He didn't like these girl's clothes or the way he was dressed. Although he felt bad enough that some unknown something had changed him into a girl, he felt even worse that the same unknown thing was apparently making him flaunt his newly acquired girlhood. "I've got a pair of sweats that should be just perfect, even if they'll be a little baggy now, for hiding this new female body of mine. Not knowing what he could possibly say to his friend, John watched Carl trudge off to his room. A second later, he heard a decidedly feminine scream from the direction of his friend's room. After rushing to Carl's room, John couldn't believe what he saw. His stunned friend was standing in the center of his room in near total shock. And even though John couldn't believe what he was seeing with his own eyes, he could easily understand the shock he saw in reflected in Carl's eyes. This was in no way Carl's room any longer. It was definitely a room occupied by a girl. The posters hanging on the wall weren't the ones that had been there the last time he'd been in Carl's room. And they definitely weren't ones Carl would have ever considered hanging on his walls before. And those hot pink sweats he was holding in his hands were probably going to be a long way from being baggy on his recently altered frame. Even worse, his room was now painted a soft pastel pink. "What the hell happened in here, John?" "I have no idea." John took another look around his friend's changed room. "Are you sure you haven't been a girl all along without knowing it?" he asked with a broad smile. "I'm positive." Carl shook his head. "Look at me, John. My parents let me stay home alone because I'd finally convinced them I could stay out of trouble for this weekend. What the hell are they going to say when they come home and find me looking like a girl?" "I don't know." John looked over at the photograph sitting on the top of Carl's dresser. "However, given the condition of this room at the moment, they might never notice that anything about you is even slightly amiss." "Very funny." Carl stared at John. "Are you trying to tell me my own mom and dad won't know I'm their son?" "I'm afraid that's exactly what I mean, Carl," replied John, as he took another quick peek at the photograph. "They'll probably look right at you and remember that you're their daughter Carla and have always been their daughter Carla." "Carla? Why Carla?" "That was what all the guys outside were calling you earlier. Wasn't it? And I'm sure you saw how some of them were looking at you." Carl shuddered. "But if everybody else remembers me as Carla, why do you and I still remember me being Carl?" "I don't know. I really wish I did. But I'd guess whatever it was that lets you remember your former self also lets me remember the same thing. After all, we were together when you were inexplicably transformed into this girl." "We've got to do something about this," said Carl. "I don't want to be a girl for the rest of my life." "I don't know what we can do. I suppose we could retrace our steps up until the time you turned into a girl." "I'm not going back outside looking like this," stated Carl emphatically, his hands resting comfortably on his hips. "I don't want any of the guys staring at me." John stared at his friend; it was hard not to stare. "You're right. It might be better if you stayed here, completely out of sight." "You can say that again," replied Carl, feeling much better about hiding away from everyone than letting anyone else see him. "But you gotta call me if you find out anything important." *** As John retraced his and Carl's earlier steps, he wondered just how and why Carl had been transformed into a girl that everyone other than he and his friend apparently knew as Carla. It just didn't make any sense. It might have made more sense to him if whatever had changed Carl had changed both of them into girls. The only other person they'd spoken to this morning before Carl's inexplicable metamorphosis had been Mr. Williams. But he certainly couldn't have done anything to change Carl into a girl. Besides, not only had they already left the front of his house, but he'd also been going back inside his house before Carl's spontaneous transformation. John didn't think it was possible that Mr. Williams, who generally kept to himself most of the time, could have done anything that might have changed Carl into a girl. And even if he were somehow capable of doing something so utterly impossible, what possible reason could he have had for doing it? However, Mr. Williams, no matter how slim and improbable it seemed, was the only potential lead he really had to what might have happened to his friend Carl. Who could possibly wield such awesome power to alter someone's sex? And yet, hadn't Carl become a girl not long after they'd left the Williams' house? Once John returned to the front of the Williams' house, he'd convinced himself he needed to ask Mr. Williams what, if anything, he knew about Carl's current strange situation. With a renewed determination to find out what had actually happened to his friend, John strode confidently up to the door. And then, very nervously he rang the bell. *** As I went to answer the door, I wondered who could be coming to visit. I really hadn't been expecting anyone to come ringing my doorbell. When I opened the door, I was surprised - and yet, not really too surprised - seeing John Winthrop standing there. "Hello, John." "Hi, Mr. Williams." "What can I do for you this fine afternoon?" I asked, not really wanting to hear his answer. I had a good idea what he wanted. "I thought you'd still be over at Carl's, since he said when I saw you earlier that his parents were out of town." "That was our original plan," replied John. "But something really weird has happened to Carl since then." "He's all right, isn't he?" I asked calmly, even as I wondered by what set of reasoning John had decided he should come visit me. "I suppose he's all right... sort of... in a way, that is. But I really don't think Carl would think he's all right." "Why not?" I asked. "What's happened to him?" But I already knew what had happened to Carl Thomas. I just didn't want John knowing I knew. "You won't believe me, Mr. Williams. I mean, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it. Somehow Carl's turned into a girl. We were just walking down the street towards his house earlier talking about girls in general and pretty much minding our own business when he just up and spontaneously transformed into a girl." "That is rather hard to believe," I replied, even though I knew it was nothing less than the absolute truth. "How is Carl taking his transformation?" "Not all that well. I mean, how would you like suddenly finding yourself changed into a girl?" John suddenly gave me a puzzled expression. "Wait a minute. How come you're still referring to Carl as if he were a boy, Mr. Williams? Aside from Carl and me, you're the first person since this happened to him that hasn't thought he was always this girl named Carla, who'd probably be his sister if she wasn't really him." Oh oh, I thought. I've just screwed up badly. "I don't know, John," I quickly answered. "Why do you remember him being Carl?" "I don't know, Mr. Williams," replied John. "It's not like I really think you could have done anything like that to Carl - I don't really know who could - but it just seems kind of strange to me that you remember him being Carl." "There might be several others who remember him being Carl," I said calmly, although I doubted there were. "But it might take a while to find another." "Have you got any ideas what could have happened to make Carl turn into a girl?" "No, not really," I lied calmly. I hated lying to anyone, but I didn't think John could deal with the whole truth. Hell, I still had trouble dealing with the whole truth. "That's too bad. I came over here hoping you might have some ideas about what might have happened to Carl and why." John sighed. "I guess I'll just have to keep looking. I'll see you around later, Mr. Williams. But I sure as hell wish I knew how and why Carl suddenly became a girl." I shivered right where I stood. With that wish, I knew the cat I'd been trying so hard to hide had just jumped right out of the bag. John now knew exactly how and why his best friend Carl had undergone a sudden spontaneous metamorphosis into that girl. John stared at me in disbelief. I couldn't really blame him. "You did that to Carl!" he suddenly exclaimed. "You rescued some bug- sized faery chick from some stupid spider's web and she made you a wish grantor as a reward for being her hero. And then, just when we were leaving here earlier, Carl wished he knew why girls were the way they were and did the things they did. You turned him into a girl so he could find out for himself." "No, I didn't. I don't actually have much say in what happens when a wish is made," I tried to explain. "I'm simply a conduit for the wish power to flow through. All I have to do is hear those two words 'I wish' - just like I overheard Carl say earlier - and this totally uncontrollable, at least by me, and equally unpredictable power I've been given just sort of kicks in and does its thing." "You don't have any control over this?" "None whatsoever." "And you can't even wish for anything for yourself. Can you?" "That's right. I've tried a couple of times without any success. I could say 'I wish' until I'm blue in the face but I'll never have any of my wishes granted by my power." "That's totally bogus," replied John. "Perhaps," I replied. "But those are just the rules I was given." "If that the case, I'll bet we won't find anyone else who remembers Carl being Carl. And if you can't wish him back into his former male self, then only Carl and I can possibly make that happen." "Actually, anyone capable of making a wish, other than me of course, could easily wish for the return of Carl's maleness." "That's not exactly what I meant. Other than me or Carl, who else would even think of doing that?" asked John. "I mean, I saw the way some of our friends were looking at this new girl Carla he's become. I don't really think changing her back into Carl would ever enter their minds." "I see your point, John." "I thought you might." John suddenly smiled at me. "But I've just had an idea I want to try out. I wish Carl was standing here with us." Once again I felt that familiar shiver that signaled a wish being granted by my power. As I watched, Carl - at least I assumed this pretty girl was Carl - began solidifying out of thin air in front of us. And the apparent girl didn't seem overly comfortable about finding himself someplace other than where he'd been just a moment before being transported here. The girl looked around nervously. If Carl recognized me, then it certainly didn't show on her worried face. But when he finally caught sight of John, he clearly felt more at ease. "Where am I, John? How the hell did I get here?" he asked his friend. "I was hiding in my room and then suddenly I was here." "It's all right, Carl; we're in Mr. Williams house," replied John. "Mr. Williams and I have figured out why you were transformed into a girl earlier." I didn't know if I wanted John to tell Carl why he'd become suddenly female. I really couldn't feel comfortable knowing a lot of people knew about my wish grantor status. And he'd certainly have to tell Carl in order to adequately explain things to him. If only I could grant myself one wish, I'd quickly wish for John to forget everything he knew about my power. "You do! That's great!" exclaimed Carl. "Hi, Mr. Williams. It's nice to see you again, even if I'm not quite myself at the moment," he smiled at me shyly. "Do you know how to change me back into the real me?" "I sure do," replied John. "But first, I'd like to try one little experiment, if you don't mind." However, John didn't wait for Carl's reply. "I wish you had long silky blonde hair and a really nice firm pair of 44DD boobs." I began feeling tingly all over again. I'd been afraid something like this might happen if anyone found out about my uncontrollable powers. As I watched, Carl's short dark hair swiftly lightened to blonde and just as quickly lengthened to his waist. Even though it hadn't been part of John's wish, Carl's brown eyes turned a sparkling shade of blue. And then finally, his breasts began swelling larger. By the time I finally stopped tingling, Carl didn't look much like the Carl who had just arrived. In addition to his new long blonde hair and big tits, he had also developed a decidedly feminine set of bodily contours. "This isn't at all funny, John," said Carl, his voice having shifted upwards another octave or so. "You made me even more of a girl than I was. I'm a helluva lot bustier than I was before." "I was just curious how'd they'd make you look," replied John with a mischievous grin. "Didn't and I tell you earlier I thought you'd look better with bigger boobs? And you really do; believe me, you really do." "I suppose I might." Carl didn't sound like he actually believed it. "But when are you going to change me back into me?" "In a little bit." John looked his friend over. "How does it feel having those big boobs hanging on your chest?" I didn't like where this little experiment of John's seemed to be heading. He had Carl in the palm of his hand and he very clearly knew it. "They feel kinda weird. There's so much weight on my chest. And my center of gravity has radically changed from what it was before. They also sorta jiggle around a lot when I walk," replied Carl, almost sounding embarrassed. "But to be perfectly honest, I really think you'd have to grow your own pair of boobs before you could really know what having such a really big pair felt like." "No thanks, Carl. I'm quite happy being the male I am." I began thinking this might not be so bad after all. Carl stared at John for a moment. "If you've finally finished this dumb little experiment of yours, could you please do whatever it is you have to do to turn me back into me again." "Why are you in such a big hurry, Carl?" "I'm still a guy, you know. I don't really like being a busty girl." Carl cautiously touched his newly expanded breasts. "Even stacked the way I am, I just don't feel comfortable being a girl. It just doesn't seem right to me." Don't even think about it, John, I suddenly thought. But my thought had come a little too late. With a mischievous smile, John told his friend, "I wish you felt perfectly comfortable and completely at ease being such a pretty and very sexy girl." You damn bastard, I thought, while the tingling spread quickly throughout my body once again. I turned to John. "I think this is starting to get a little out of hand, John. I think you'd better change her back now." "It's really okay, Mr. Williams. I'm in no big hurry to change back into my old male self again," smiled Carl happily. "I really don't mind being a girl all that much anymore. I like being so pretty." Carl suppressed a giggle. "I don't really know why being a girl and being a buxomy blonde doesn't bother me anymore; it just doesn't." Carl slid his hands slowly across his breasts. "Damn that feels really good." And then, Carl turned to his friend. With a widening smile, he asked, "How about it, Johnny? Do you want to give my big boobies a feel?" "What are you thinking? Are you feeling all right?" asked John, who was obviously beginning to think he'd better change Carl back before something totally unexpected happened. "I've never felt better, Johnny baby," smiled Carl while he continued caressing his large breasts. "In fact, right now being a girl feels so damn good that I wish I'd been born and raised a girl." I quickly began tingling again. And yet, the sensations that marked a wish being granted didn't last very long this time. When I looked over at Carl, his appearance hadn't changed noticeably. But he was very definitely no longer the Carl Thomas I'd once known. She was all girl now. And from her carriage and mannerisms, she very obviously must have been one her entire life. But then, being born and raised a girl had been her wish. And so, as a result, she had been born and raised a girl. John was slowly shaking his head. Obviously he'd also been affected by Carl's last wish and I was hoping that his ill-advised wish had also wiped away all knowledge of my powers from John's mind. I figured if Carl, as he had previously been, had never been born, then Carl could have never have become John's friend. And if that were true, I obviously could have never been the cause of him being the girl she now was and had always been. John smiled, as he looked over the girl his friend had become. "Are you all right, Crysti babe?" Crysti? However, now that John had spoken her name aloud, I knew that the former Carl had now become - had always been, in fact - Crysti Thomas. That lust filled look I saw in John's eyes was also an encouraging development. And yet, why was her name now Crysti? Hadn't John told me earlier that everyone had been calling her Carla? But without really knowing why, I suddenly knew the reason why. John had previously made several changes to the girl everyone had known as Carla. He'd made her a busty blonde, who was very definitely a Crysti and clearly not a Carla. "I'm just perfect, you silly boy." Crysti casually brushed a few strands of her blonde hair away from the front of her face. She stared at me for a moment, before quickly turning back to John. "Who the hell is this old geezer? What the hell are we doing here, John Winthrop?" she queried coldly. "My parents would have never let me stay home alone this weekend if they'd even thought I'd be seen anywhere with you." John smiled at Crysti. "I sure wish you were my hot sexy girlfriend." I shivered briefly again. And after watching Crysti stroll sexily over to John and plant a wet and juicy one on his lips, I began thinking my secret of being a wish grantor might once again be safe. As they broke apart, Crysti smiled as if she knew something super-secret. "Let's go back to my place, lover boy." With equal passion, she kissed John again. "I'm sure my parents will have a collective cow, if they ever find out what we're about to do. But that's just their tough shit. Isn't it, lover?" John looked over towards me and winked. "You know, Mr. Williams, I think I'm going to have a lot of fun making use of this wish-granting power of yours. I mean, this morning who could have ever dreamed that Crysti Thomas, the hottest and sexiest babe in the whole known world, would ever be my girlfriend." Oh shit, I thought. This just wasn't fair. John might have forgotten that Crysti had once been Carl, but he obviously still knew I was a wish grantor. *** "Are you telling me you still remember I'm a wish grantor?" I was shocked by that revelation. I'd been fairly positive that Carl's wish turning him into Crysti or John's wish making Crysti his girlfriend would have wiped any and all knowledge of my powers from his mind. Obviously, I'd been wrong. "Why shouldn't I remember you're a wish grantor?" smiled John. "It shouldn't have been that big of a deal to merely alter Crysti's mind into thinking she was and always has been my girlfriend. I mean, just think about this for minute, Mr. Williams. This would have probably been a lot more complicated if she'd been someone else before and reality had to be rewritten." I couldn't believe what I'd heard. John clearly remembered my wish granting powers, but had completely forgotten - provided he'd ever known - Crysti previously being his best friend Carl. Of course, I assumed his forgetting about his former friend must have been wrapped up in Carl's wish to be born and raised a girl. But I couldn't come up with any good reasons why John still knew about my power. "You wanna know something, Mr. Williams," said John thoughtfully. "I think it would be really easy for me to make some wish by mistake that might alter reality in such a way that I'd forget all about you having your power. It might even be possible for me to make some errant wish that might accidentally turn me into another person that didn't even know he was really me." John smiled at me. "Do you think that's even possible?" I looked over at Crysti for a second. "I suppose anything might be possible when you're dealing with wishes." "That's just what I was thinking too," replied John, as he smiled at Crysti. "Now that I've got this real babe of a girlfriend, I've decided I should protect myself from accidentally doing something really stupid. I'm sure you'll understand, Mr. Williams." John's smile widened. "I wish that no matter what I wish that I'll never forget that I'm me. I also wish that no matter what I wish I'll always remember you have your wish granting powers." For a fleeting couple of moments I tingled as John's latest wish took its full affect. This couldn't possibly be good news. I was doomed. I just knew I was up to my neck in the richest, deepest, brownest shit imaginable. No matter what John wished in the future, he would always remember my wish-granting power. "Jeff? Why didn't you tell me we had company?" asked Lisa. I had been so preoccupied with my thoughts that I didn't know when my wife had entered the room. I could have almost wished she had stayed wherever it was she had been. "Hi, Mrs. Williams," said Crysti. "Johnny and I can't stay too much longer, we have these great things planned for tonight." She smiled at John, leaving no doubts in my mind what those plans entailed. "But it's always nice to see you." "Come over anytime, Crysti," replied Lisa. "You know you're always welcome here anytime." "When are your babies due?" "In about four more months," beamed Lisa. "But you're already so big." "I'm going to have triplets, Crysti." "Triplets? Oh wow. That really explains why you're so big." "I'm hoping you'll be able to baby-sit them, once I'm convinced it'll be all right for Jeff and me to go out again." "I'd just love to do that, Mrs. Williams," gushed Crysti. John looked over at me as if to ask me - of all people - what his girlfriend and my wife thought they were doing. In response, I simply shrugged my shoulders. I'd never really understood girl talk. "I've had enough of this shit," groaned John. "Crysti. I wish you'd return home and get ready for our big evening tonight." My body tingled until Crysti had faded completely from sight. "You filthy animal!" screamed Lisa. "What did you to Crysti?" "If it isn't one thing, it's something else getting in the way," muttered John. "But at least," he winked at me, "this will be really easy to fix. Mrs. Williams, I wish you'd forget that Crysti was here today." I tingled for an instant. "John Winthrop," said Lisa indignantly. "What are you doing here? I thought you'd be over at your girlfriend Crysti's house, since her parents aren't home this weekend." "I'm going over there as soon as I leave here, Mrs. Williams." Lisa and I both stared at John. We obviously had very different reasons for our stares. "Is something wrong Mr. Williams?" grinned John. "I don't like it when you mess with my wife's mind." "Oh really. I don't really think you have a lot of room to complain." John's grin grew wider. "She's only your wife right now because she wished she was after accidentally wishing she was your girlfriend. You could have stopped her from making those wishes." "What's he talking about, Jeff honey?" "Nothing," I replied, hoping against common sense that John would drop the whole thing. On the other hand, maybe Lisa would now make her own wish to know what was going on. That might prove very useful, that is of course, if I lived through it. "Nothing?" smiled John. "I think I should show you your husband's nothing, Mrs. Williams." "No, don't!" I exclaimed. But obviously I hadn't spoken soon enough. I began that unbearable tingling again as John made his next wish. "I wish the three of us were at my Dad's house standing right next to him." That wish, from right out of left field, had definitely surprised me. It certainly wasn't the wish I had been expecting John to make. *** Howard Winthrop definitely wasn't expecting company. At least, he wasn't expecting company that seemingly dropped in out of thin air. He was clearly startled - I hoped our inexplicable arrival wouldn't scare him to death - when John casually said, "Hi, Dad." "John? How?" And then he simply accepted our presence. "When did you get home? I didn't hear you come in." Howard Winthrop definitely looked more puzzled when he finally noticed Lisa and I were with his son. "Jeff? Lisa? Is there something wrong?" "There's nothing wrong, Dad," replied John calmly before Lisa or I could speak. "I just thought you'd like to have some company for a change. You know, other than all those people you work with, you haven't seen a whole lot of people since Mom died." "I don't want to talk about that, John." "But I do, Dad!" stated John emphatically. "I think you need to get out more. You really need to meet and mingle with other people." "I do not. I'm just fine," objected Howard Winthrop. "Now go to your room and let me apologize to Jeff and Lisa for your rudeness." "I'm not going to my room this time, Dad. You need to talk about this with someone and I really think Mrs. Williams can help you." "What can I do to help?" asked Lisa curiously. "I don't need any help, John!" "Yes, you do, Dad. I've seen how you watch Mrs. Williams when she's walking around outside her house. That's why I thought she could help solve your problem." "You watch me when I'm outside?" asked Lisa incredulously. "How could you do something like that, Howard? You're nothing but a dirty old lech." "It's not like that," argued Howard. "Then what is it like?" I asked angrily. "Quit ragging on my dad, you two. It's not his fault. He can't help being lonely." John smiled. "But I'm going to fix things now so he won't be so lonely." "Fix things?" I asked nervously. "What are you going to do?" "You'll see. Besides, you gave me the idea," grinned John. "I wish Mrs. Williams was my Dad's busty new wife." As my body tingled with the flow of the wish power coursing through my body, I wanted to scream out at John, but I couldn't. "What have you done?" I finally asked once the tingling sensations had subsided, but before I saw Lisa - a suddenly non-pregnant Lisa - and Howard Winthrop locked together in an increasingly passionate embrace. "Oh, Howie baby!" mumbled Lisa. "You're just so wonderful." "You goddamn little bastard! Why did you do that to my wife?" "My dad was lonely and needed someone to keep him company. And even though he would have kept denying it loud and long, I know he's been secret lusting after your wife since the first time he saw her, even though he generally prefers his women with bigger hooters. And now, after a little wish-fulfilling enhancement, she's all his. Besides, you won't really need a wife anymore, Mr. Williams. If you had a wife, she'd just keep getting in the way of all the fun you and I will be having." "What are you talking about?" "Isn't it totally obvious, Mr. Williams?" grinned John. I was certain he was plotting something I wouldn't like. "There won't be anyone waiting for you at home. But, since you used to be married to her, I'm sure you're still emotionally attached to my new stepmother. I really hate breaking up such a nice family. And I think I'd rather have you around where I can keep a watchful eye on you. And I really like the idea of having quick access to this fascinating wish-granting power of yours." I still didn't have the slightest idea what warped little plan had been formulating in John's mind. However, I was convinced I wasn't going to like whatever it was in the slightest. "Just what are you planning to do to me?" "That's very simple. I'm going to have you move in here with us." "I can't move in here," I replied. "Your father would never allow Lisa's former husband - even if he doesn't know that I am - to move in here." "Of course, you can move in here. Of course, he will allow it. In fact, I'll bet he's going to insist on it," grinned John. "There's simply no need for him to ever know you were once married to Lisa. All it takes is one simple little wish to solve all our troubles." John looked me over. "And I already know the most absolutely perfect wish to solve this little problem." His grin widened. "I wish that no one other than you and me will remember you ever being named Jeff Williams. I also wish that you were now the perky and very sexy sixteen-year-old daughter of my father Howard Winthrop and his new wife Lisa Winthrop." Just as I had for every other wish my powers had granted, my body began tingling all over. However, I'd never before felt anything as peculiar as these sensations currently coursing through my body. But then, I'd never been the subject of a wish before now. At the same time, I doubted John had even considered the possibility that altering my body in any way might totally negate my wish-granting powers. I almost hoped his changing me into his sister would cause my powers to vanish forever. Even if I had to remain a girl for the rest of my life, it would serve him right. John would always know exactly how he'd screwed things up. As my body continued tingling, I looked over towards Howard and Lisa and found them locked together again in an impassioned embrace. Oddly, the two of them seemed to be growing taller while I watched them. Even John, when I turned my attention towards him, seemed to be getting taller. And then suddenly I realized none of them were actually growing taller. It was me; I was constantly getting shorter. I'd clearly been the tallest person in the room before John's wish; now I was easily the shortest. In addition, John's wish had made him my older half-brother and most of the time an older brother was taller and bigger than his younger sister. Abruptly the tingling of my body ceased. I felt really strange as I looked around the room. It just felt so weird having all this long hair continually brushing across my newly bared shoulders. I suppose if I hadn't known I was becoming a girl, I might have been more stunned at seeing the medium-sized breasts now hanging proudly from my chest beneath my form-fitting top. But given the size of my former wife's new tits, I was a little surprised mine weren't a whole lot bigger than they already were. Two small straps - along with my breasts, of course - seemed to be the only things holding my top in place. And my midriff was also bared; my formerly somewhat paunchy tummy was now flatter than it had been in several years. My blue jeans also clung tightly to my waist. At the same time, they felt far too tight across my ass. And I wasn't too sure that I liked standing in the heels, even if they weren't very high, of my new shoes. I angrily turned and looked for that asshole John, who had done this to me. At that moment, although I doubted I had the strength, I wanted to break him in half and then break those two halves in half again. After I found him, I glared at him for just a moment, before deciding to let my anger loose. "You stupid big dumb jerk!" I finally exclaimed, quickly surprised by the total lack of adequate vehemence from those words that had escaped from my mouth. Surely I should be capable of coming up with something better than "stupid big dumb jerk" to call that stupid big dumb jerk. "Abigail Louise Winthrop!" exclaimed Lisa, taking a quick time out from Howard to come up for air. "Quit yelling at your brother! It's not very lady-like." Even though I still remembered being Jeff Williams, I immediately recognized the name Abigail Louise Winthrop as the one everyone now knew as my name. "Yes, Mom," I replied. I'd actually tried calling her Lisa, but Mom had come out instead. But something else looked wrong. Lisa now appeared somewhat older than she should have. It took me a few seconds to figure out what had actually happened to she who had been my wife before and was now my mother. Although John had only wished I'd become Howard and Lisa Winthrop's sixteen-year-old daughter, Lisa had clearly had to age several years in order to have a child as old as I now was. That made me even more furious with John. I was beginning to realize he never thought about others. He'd probably never considered what his self-centered wish might do to anyone else. How many years had that idiotic jerk cheated Lisa out of with his latest selfish wish? I wished I could do something to make it up to her, but I knew that I would only be wishing in vain. Being more or less totally at John's mercy now, I did the only thing I could think of doing at the moment. I turned away from all of them and bolted - tears streaming down my face - for the safety of my room. *** As I hurried away from John and my new parents, I wasn't overly concerned that I didn't have the slightest idea where my room might be. I was really angry with John and feeling totally confused by the strange situation in which I currently found myself. And yet, I wasn't overly surprised when the very first door I opened was the door into my room. I quickly looked around the room to get my bearings. I had the strangest feeling. It almost seemed as if I'd been in this room before, which quite obviously I hadn't. Or at least, the me who had been Jeff Williams had never entered this room before. But it was also equally obvious that this me who is now named Abigail - Abby for short - Winthrop had been here a countless number of times before. Nervously, I looked at my reflection in the mirror on my dresser. It seemed a little odd at first, but in short order I had no problems thinking of any of Abby's things as mine, since I was now just as much Abby as I was Jeff. In fact, I was probably more Abby than Jeff now. And, of course, to everyone other than John and me, I was just Abby and had to act accordingly. But, as I was alone at the moment, I found I could be myself. I stared at the girl's reflection in the mirror. It wasn't because this girl was now me, because I'd already known what John's wish had done to me. I'd just been stunned finding myself looking so much like a younger version of Lisa. But after several additional minutes of staring at myself, I finally realized John probably hadn't made me look like my former wife on purpose. He was too impulsive and seldom thought anything through. His wish had been worded so I'd be Lisa's daughter and it wasn't unusual for a daughter to closely resemble her mother. However, I was very surprised by the size of my new breasts. Although I hadn't been paying that much attention to them, they'd apparently kept swelling increasingly larger on my chest. They were now a lot bigger than I'd thought they'd been at first. I could have never dreamed I'd one day have tits like these. Even with the increased size of Lisa's breasts caused by John's wish, I was suddenly convinced mine were now definitely larger than hers. I guessed there must have been something inheritable in my new Winthrop genes that favored the development of large breasts. For a sixteen-year-old girl, I was rather remarkably well endowed, although my new boobs might still be thought underdeveloped when compared to those of Crysti Thomas. Then, I noticed the framed picture sitting prominently on my dresser. It was me, albeit that me was Abby, with this good-looking guy about John's age that I didn't recognize. For several moments I wondered who that guy was. And then - I guess having had a need to know - I suddenly knew exactly who he was. He was Frank Carson. He was not only the captain of the football team, he was also my - or rather he was Abby's - current boyfriend. I might have no problems thinking of Abby's stuff as mine, but I was having quite a few more qualms with thinking about some of Abby's friends who were now mine. As I stared at the picture of Frank and me, I couldn't take my eyes off Frank. Although that was a little disconcerting, it wasn't nearly as bad as suddenly going tingly all over. Obviously, since no one had made a wish in my presence, I concluded that my female body must have some influence over how I felt even when I was alone. Someone knocked on my door. "Who is it?" I asked, even though I didn't want to talk to anyone. But the door swung open anyway. John stood at the threshold grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat. "Since when do you even knock before entering?" I asked him snidely. "And you're still one big dumb jerk, even if mom won't let me call you one." Damn it, I still wanted to call him something else far more expressive of the way I felt. 'Big dumb jerk' just wasn't adequate for how I was feeling. "What's your problem, Abby?" He smiled at me. "Don't you think that Abby's a better name for my sister than Mr. Williams?" "No matter what you call me, jerk, have you got any idea what you've done?" "I turned your wife into my Dad's new wife so he wouldn't be lonely anymore," replied John. "I then I turned you into their daughter so I could make sure you didn't cause them any troubles." "What about my status as a wish grantor?" I asked. "What about it?" asked John in return. "I didn't do or say anything that would affect your power, Abby. Why would I do something that stupid?" The way he grinned made me want to punch him in the nose. "Your wish granting power should still be readily accessible to me whenever I want to use it." "Do you really think that's still true, John?" "What do you mean?" John suddenly looked worried and far more concerned. "Just what do you know that I don't?" I smiled back at him, feeling really good at this sense of control of the situation I thought I had. "You do remember that the faeries gave Jeff Williams wish grantor status because of the good deed he'd done saving their princess," I replied. "Just in case you haven't noticed, I'm no longer Jeff Williams." I slid one of my hands onto my newly slimmed waist and with the other I casually swept my equally new long hair away from the front of my face in order to emphasize that fact. "I'm now Abby Winthrop thanks to your latest wish." John's eyes grew wide with stunned surprise. "Is that possible? Why didn't you tell me that could happen before now?" "Like I told you before, John, anything's possible when you're dealing with wishes. You've always got to be exact or something unexpected might happen." Wanting to make him feel as miserable as possible, I smiled at him again. "As to why I didn't tell you before, you never bothered to ask - did you?" "Did you lose your power when you became Abby?" "I don't really know," I replied. "Within reason, I don't feel any different than I did before you made your wish, but on the other hand I didn't feel any different when the faeries gave me the power in the first place." I sighed; I knew if my power had indeed vanished this was who I was going to be for the rest of my life. "My best guess is it's gone. I'm going to be Abby forever. What are you going to do now?" "It won't bother me too much, Abby. My... I mean our... Dad's happy again. And I've always wanted a little sister just like you. I'm also certain that a sexy girl like you will have plenty of equally sexy girl friends from which I'll be able to pick a replacement if something ever happens to the relationship I currently have with Crysti." John looked at the picture sitting on my dresser. "It doesn't look like you've come out of this too badly either, Abby. Your boyfriend Frank Carson is the captain of the football team. Although you won't remember - there's no reason you should - you'd better hope that Lori Jane Lawson has forgotten what used to be. If she hasn't, you'd better watch your back, little sister." Just what I needed, I thought, a jealous ex-girlfriend dropping in from another reality to cause me more grief. But on the other hand, although I might be totally wrong, I really doubted this Lori Jane would recall anything about being Frank's girlfriend. "Besides, with a body as hot as yours, I'll bet you're a very popular girl with all the boys at school." Me? Very popular with all the boys at school? Me? Being a popular girl and probably sought after by boys were daunting and frightening thoughts. I just didn't want to be that popular. And I certainly wanted no part of what naturally seemed to happen to girls with that kind of popularity. I definitely didn't want any guys constantly pawing at me. However, that constant flush of pure excitement pulsing through my body with any new thought about one of those boys I knew at school liking me swiftly reminded me that the wants and needs of my current physical state were far different than they'd been before. Balancing my mental and physical selves wasn't going to be an easy task, especially if my mind and body were constantly going to be at odds with each other's wants and needs. But just thinking about all those budding internal conflicts taking place between my basically male mind and totally female body made me wonder why I still remembered being Jeff Williams. Not that I was complaining, but remembering who I'd been before John's wish had forever altered my life didn't make too much sense. But as I thought more about the way John had worded his wishes, I realized he had, for whatever reasons he might have actually had, excluded both of us from forgetting I'd been Jeff Williams. Why had he done that? As far as I could tell, John had had no good reason - or even a bad one for that matter - for letting me remember being Jeff Williams. And yet, that was exactly what he'd done. And he didn't seem to remember that he'd done it any more. Other than that one time, he hadn't actually called me Mr. Williams since he'd wished I was his sister. Ever since then, he'd called me Abby. John unexpectedly interrupted my thoughts. "I guess I'd better leave you to your thoughts for a while, Abby." In spite of what he'd said earlier, he didn't sound overly enthused or happy about what had happened. He was probably pissed at me because he'd wished away my wish granting powers. "I suspect you'll probably need a little more time to fully adjust to being female and living the rest of your new life without your power." "Thanks a lot, John," I replied sarcastically, even though I wasn't all that upset about losing my troublesome power. But as soon as my new big brother had left my room, I couldn't keep from smiling. "Did you know your big brother can really be stupid sometimes, Abby?" I asked my reflection. "He never even bothered to check if my wish granting power had actually been negated. That big stupid dumb jerk had just taken my word it was gone." But after a little more thinking about every thing that had happened, I thought I had it all figured out. Carl had wished he'd been born a girl. And Crysti, who'd once been Carl, retained no memories of being him. A couple of months ago, my sometimes friend Dick Waynor had run afoul of my power. Without putting much thought behind it, he'd wished to be the person he'd always been and always would be. The only problem was he'd forgotten one of his earlier wishes that made him think and respond as if his name were Cheryl Linley Wilters. And consequently, Cheri Wilters, without any knowledge of ever being Dick, was exactly who she had become. And if she hadn't gone off and married Dawson Richards, she would still be Cheri Wilters. But when John had essentially wished for me to become his half-sister, he had no reasons to keep my male mind intact. I couldn't help from thinking that we would have been better siblings, if I'd only known John as my brother and me as just his sister. Instead I also knew him as the asshole who had turned me into his sixteen-year-old sister Abby after first changing my wife into his stepmother. So why had he allowed me to keep any knowledge of my former male self? It was very obvious once I'd thought about - he hadn't. Although I knew much of this was basically nothing more than pure guesswork on my part, I did know for a fact the faeries had granted me - Jeff Williams - wish grantor status. I heard the echo of the tiny voice of the faery who had come to me in my dream so many months ago, "And ken thou reward shalt be granting the wishes of others for a time of mine choosing." Wasn't it a reasonable assumption that the faeries knew all about manipulative people like John Winthrop? Or for that matter, someone like Dick Waynor? I figured I hadn't been too far off when I'd told both Dick and John that any alteration of my physical form might void my power. Only I hadn't realized until just now that my power was not inherently tied to my physical form in any way. As long as I simply remembered being Jeff Williams, the faeries would still consider me Jeff Williams no matter what physical form I actually took. And that basically meant I could never forget about being Jeff Williams until after the faeries took back the power they'd given me. It also meant that in some way my wish grantor status would probably act in its own self-defense to protect my mind, even if not my body, from any harm. It was obviously that same self-protective nature of my faery reward that had clearly caused Dick to forget about his previous wish. And it had also forced John to add that otherwise inexplicable caveat to his wish. I smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror. It might not be so bad being a pretty sixteen-year-old girl. But I wasn't so sure I liked the idea about combining a sixteen-year-old girl with a wish grantor. That particular combination might easily become the focal point of considerable trouble. After all, I'd been a sixteen-year-old boy once myself. And I still vividly remembered everything I'd ever wished for whenever I was with a very pretty sixteen-year-old girl like this one I'd become. I could only hope that my new big brother John didn't put two and two together very quickly. But I wasn't too sure I needed to be worried. Since becoming Abby, my opinion had of my brother had changed. I'd always thought he was basically a good kid. But now that I also knew him as only a sister could, I knew I'd never considered John very bright. And he'd certainly never been very good with numbers. He'd have time putting two and two together and getting four. But I didn't really want to worry about John just now. I had plenty of time remaining for all that shit. And he was, after all, just my dumb brother. On the way over to my bed, I looked in the mirror sitting on my dresser again. I was still a pretty teenage girl, not that I'd really thought I'd be seeing my old self reflected back at me. It wasn't likely I'd ever see that person looking back at me from any mirror ever again. I also realized I had a lot of thinking to do about my new life. I wasn't sure how long it would take me to fully adjust, but I had this feeling that sooner or later I'd simply adjust to joining the ranks of the female half of the population. As I stretched out on my bed, intent on considering the best way to live out my new life, I suddenly yawned. It had been a very long and eventful day. And I had my whole life out in front of me. Consequently, I didn't have to take too much time for pondering about all these incredible changes that had taken place in my life. I had plenty of time to think about anything and everything now. And with so much time to consider what I'd be doing with the rest of my life, I was simply of a mind to let all that thinking just wait until sometime tomorrow or even later. I was convinced I'd feel much better about everything after a good night's sleep. *** THE END - A Reward of Wishes II