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A Reward of Wishes III By Bill Hart As I sat before the mirror, I brushed out my long silky hair. I was getting ready for my next date with Frank Carson; we were going to a party tonight that promised to be the highlight of my whole sophomore year. I smiled at the pretty girl being reflected by the mirror. Although I hadn't forgotten who I'd once been, I'd long since reluctantly concluded that the girl I saw there would be who I would see reflected back any time I looked into a mirror. But on the brighter side of things, I'd also come to the conclusion that being a pretty teenage girl wasn't really all that bad. Things could have easily been far worse than they were. It had been a little over a month - it somehow didn't seem it could have been that long - since John, one of the neighborhood boys, had discovered I'd been given wish granting powers by grateful faeries after rescuing their princess from the clutches of a hungry spider. But knowing I could never grant any of my own wishes, John had quickly turned my powers against me. First, he'd wished my wife Lisa would become his father's wife and consequently his stepmother. And then he'd made another wish that transformed me, Jeff Williams, into his father and stepmother's daughter and his teenage half-sister, Abigail - Abby for short - Winthrop. Although it was sometimes difficult thinking about my former wife in terms of being my birth mother, it was a hell of a lot tougher thinking about Lisa's new husband being my father. I was absolutely certain, if I could only find some way of granting myself a wish, that I'd definitely wish up a replacement for Howard Winthrop as my father. At the same time, a wish like that would probably result in John no longer being my brother - half brother really. But I didn't think that would be any great loss. But at the moment and having lived through the last month, I no longer really minded being this girl into which John had transformed me. And being a girl had become far easier once I'd finally accepted the fact that I was going to remain one until someone came along and wished me back into a male body. However, based on the fact that only John and I knew I'd once been male, I knew the possibility of someone making a wish like that couldn't possibly be overly high. In spite of that slim chance, or perhaps because of it, I'd decided I wasn't going to waste away like some wilting wallflower. My first couple of days of being a girl after making that decision had been rather difficult. At first, I hadn't been all that comfortable being my new female self. I just felt so awkward. But even worse than anything else, I hadn't even had a weekend to adjust before having to return to school again. And I hadn't overly enjoyed high school the first time round. However, this time, I was determined things would be very, very different. During my first day at school, most of the girls I'd met and talked with seemed oddly intimidated by my presence for some reason I could never really fathom. I didn't really know why, but I had this feeling that none of the other girls really liked me. In fact, most of them had been pretty damn mean to me that first day. But all that horrid frigidness directed towards me that first day of school began slowly thawing out about midway through my second day there. And by the end of my third day, they'd all just sort of accepted me. I was almost as if, by then, I'd just become another one of the girls. I've often wondered if those girls might have somehow intuitively sensed that first day that I hadn't truly been born one of them. But my half-brother John had been right about one thing; I was a very popular girl with all the guys. Not one of the guys had been like the girls. Every single one of them readily accepted me just the way I was right from the start. Not only did they accept me, all the guys wanted to do things for me. They'd even go out of their way to do little things for me. To me, it seemed like they simply couldn't do enough for me. I'd thought that was really sweet of them. They opened classroom doors for me. They carried my books to and from class. And when snack time came, they jockeyed for positions in the line just to buy me things to eat and drink. I never even had to ask them for anything. But I was afraid I'd wind up getting really fat. As strange as it still seems to me, a couple of boys I'd met would have in all likelihood eagerly jumped off the suspension bridge over the river that cut the town in half. That is, they would have jumped if I'd only asked them to jump, which, of course, I would have never done. It was all so damn amazing. Since I'd become Abby, a pretty teenage girl, I seemed to possess this unbelievably awesome power over how these teenage boys acted. All I had to do was wink at some boy or maybe wiggle my cute little tush in his direction and that boy was all mine to do with as I pleased. I'd also been on three dates with my boyfriend Frank Carson since my transformation. Going out with him that first time had been a little worrisome and nerve-wracking for me. Even though Frank had obviously thought otherwise, I'd never been out on a date with a boy before. We went to the movies. I was very surprised when Frank let me pick the movie we went to see. Although I think my choice of that action adventure movie I'd wanted to see before the great change in my life surprised him even more. While we were there, he bought me popcorn and a soda - all I had to do was tell him what I wanted and he went and bought it for me - without any complaints at all. And he never once asked me for any money to help pay for those things I'd wanted. Frank had also been a perfect gentleman that night. It was almost as if he might have somehow known everything was so brand new to me that night. But I was a little disappointed, although I'll never hold it against him, when he didn't even try kissing me at the end of what I considered our first date. And when he took me out to dinner as the first part of our second date, Frank paid the whole bill and left a generous tip. He didn't even ask me to chip in a little on the tip either. But I think he'd been a little stunned when I'd ordered that huge T-bone steak. And it sure had looked good when the waitress had put that plate down in front of me. However, even though I'd never had any problems downing one that size or bigger before, I'd become totally stuffed after eating not quite a quarter of my steak. Up until that moment, I hadn't noticed or even realized that my new slender female body hadn't been eating anywhere near as much as food as I'd eaten as Jeff. And then last week, after the movie ended, Frank had finally driven us up to Makeout Point. Although I had been very excited about going up there with Frank, I still felt a little nervous and apprehensive about the whole thing. After all, the last time I'd been up at Makeout Point, I'd still been in college, I'd still been male, and I'd been with Katey Tompkins, who'd never met a boy she wouldn't bed. I still couldn't believe how much fun I'd had being alone, or as alone as one could really be, up at Makeout Point with Frank. I was certain I'd never had that much fun with any of the girls - Katey Tompkins included, something I never could have imagined thinking before that night - that I'd ever taken up there. And I was really hoping Frank would be thinking about making a return visit up there tonight after the party ended. Last week, I'd had a real ball - figuratively speaking, of course. After all, I was still only sixteen. And over the last month, my being a wish grantor hadn't caused me any real problems either. With my silly dumb brother John still thinking he'd actually wished my power away from me, he'd actually quit paying very much attention to me and anything that I did. Wasn't that so annoyingly typical of a foolishly dumb big brother? But John never even noticed any of those little things Mom and Dad had wished for in my presence and been granted. I suppose he might have figured something out if he'd been around and heard them making one or two of their wishes. But that was my stupid brother for you. He'd never been overly observant. Sometimes, you needed to drop a ton of bricks on John and then hope it would get his attention. But John had been very wrong when he'd thought he might find, if it ever became necessary, a replacement for Crysti from among the ranks of my new girl friends. Most of them considered my brother a real jerk. I, of course, had done nothing to dissuade them of that notion. All of them also wondered just what Crysti Thomas could possibly see in someone like John. Although I knew why Crysti kept seeing John, who was I to argue with my friends, especially about something in which we were in total agreement? And as much as I might have wanted to bounce a couple dozen bricks off John's thick skull on a daily basis, I'd decided it was probably better for everyone to simply let sleeping dogs lie. Even my boyfriend Frank was making these little almost unnoticeable wishes without realizing they were coming true because of me. Once he wished for enough money for us to go out and have a good time. As a result of his wish, a brand new hundred-dollar bill had fallen from the sky and dropped into his lap as he was driving us to the movies. I almost felt guilty about that since he wound up spending almost all that hundred dollars on me. Even a few others had wishes granted without ever realizing why. Now that I was Abby, I didn't seem to be as reclusive as I'd become as Jeff. I really liked going out and being seen by others. But I don't know who was more surprised that night at the restaurant, the man at the table near us or his date. As a result of overhearing our waiter mumble, "I wish I could see how she looked with bigger tits," as he stared at the girl sitting at another table while taking our order, a very surprised girl's boobs had suddenly expanded from 34C to 40D. Of course, a couple of seconds later, nobody but me remembered the girl hadn't arrived in the restaurant quite as busty as she had since become. Looking at myself in the mirror again, I knew I was ready to go out on my next date with Frank. Although I didn't like the idea of keeping Frank waiting for me any longer than was absolutely necessary, this strange urge to make him wait for several minutes, just like all my girl friends made their boyfriends wait, was growing stronger each week. But I did have one last thing I needed to do before I could leave the house with Frank. Having become a part of my daily ritual, I picked up the small notepad on my dresser and opened it to the first blank page. After quickly scribbling several words on the page, just as I'd done every day for the past month, I tore the page out of the book, folded it neatly in quarters, and dropped it into the shoebox I kept on my bed stand. I never knew when I was going to need what was in it, although I figured tonight, as was usually the case, certainly wouldn't be that night. There was a soft knock on my door. I figured it was just my Mom letting me know Frank was here. "Yes," I answered. "Who is it?" But surprisingly nobody answered my question. Instead, my door slowly opened. And even more surprising, my brother John was standing there with a really weird grin on his face. I definitely didn't like the look of that grin plastered all over his face. I had this horrible feeling that he was, by not saying a word, telling me he'd finally figured out that I still had my wish-granting powers. "Shit," I mumbled softly. I'd been fairly certain I'd have at least another couple of months before he could figure that out. "What do you want, John?" I asked. "It had better be quick. Frank will be here to pick me up any minute." "I think we need to have a little talk, little sister," said John with an odd gleam in his eye as he entered my room. Once inside my room, he closed the door behind him. *** "What do you want to talk to me about, John?" I asked, even though I had a fair idea what was on his small mind. "I want to talk about you, Abby," he replied. "I especially want to talk to you about those fascinating wish granting powers you once had." "What about them?" "I think you lied to me earlier. I believe you still have your full power to grant the wishes of others." I wasn't too surprised John thought I'd lied to him; my incredibly stupid brother was well-known for jumping to unfounded conclusions whenever things weren't going they way he wanted. But I was still surprised that he'd figured this all out in a little over a month. "I've never lied to you in my life, John." And I hadn't; I'd simply told him the full truth as I'd known it to be at the time I'd told him. "What makes you think that my wish granting powers might still be intact? Have you seen something that makes you think they might have returned?" "No, I haven't seen a thing. Not really anyway," said John. "But where did that huge Cadillac Mom and Dad are now driving suddenly come from if it wasn't you granting them a wish." "If that was all you wanted to know, then you should have gone and asked Mom and Dad where their car came from before you came pestering me. They won that car in some contest they entered. I had nothing to do with it." That wasn't exactly the truth, but it really wasn't a blatant lie either, since they really had won the car in some contest they'd entered. It simply wasn't my fault that winning the contest had been the way my power had granted their wish. "Are you sure about that?" John looked crestfallen. "I'm positive. You can even ask Mom and Dad." "But Crysti was convinced that something unusual was going on around here." 'Ah ha,' I thought, 'that certainly explained a lot.' I should have known John hadn't come up with any of these answers this quickly by himself. Without any knowledge about my wish-granting power, the one who had noticed something wasn't quite kosher with the world had been Crysti, not John. Just knowing that restored my full faith in my brother's innate stupidity. Obviously, his girlfriend Crysti was far more observant than John was about things like this. But that really didn't come as a big surprise to me either. Even when Crysti had been John's best friend Carl, he'd almost always noticed things going on about him that John generally ignored. "Are you saying you haven't regained your power?" John sounded very disappointed. "To be honest, I don't really know if they've come back or not, John," I almost lied. Since they'd never really left, how could they ever possibly return? "How would I know? But I'll tell you what, John," I smiled. "Why don't we run a quick little test and find out once and for all?" "A test?" asked John. "What kind of test are you talking about?" "Something really very simple," I replied with a broad smile. Even though I'd known my brother had never been overly bright, I still thought he should have been capable of figuring out all he needed to do was make some wish in my presence. "Over there on my bed stand is a shoebox. In it you'll find several folded papers. As a very simple test, just pick one of the notes out of the box and read what's written on it." "What will that prove?" "It's just a simple test," I sighed. 'One I've designed with you in mind,' I thought. I was also convinced it would let me know if what I were attempting to do would actually work. "Once you've read the note aloud, then we should quickly discover what it does or doesn't prove." "Oh, okay. I suppose I can do that." John walked over to bed stand and pulled one of the slips out of the box. After looking at what I'd written on the paper, he frowned. "I can't read this, Abby. This is a wish." I slowly nodded my head. "Of course, it's a wish, you silly little boy." But then, since I'd written all of them, I'd already known there were over a month's worth of assorted wishes of varying durations stashed in that box. "Just how else do you think we could ever test whether or not my wish-granting power has returned?" John thought about what I said for a couple of minutes. "Wow! I think you're absolutely right about that, Abby. I don't know why I hadn't thought about trying to make a wish earlier." John took a deep breath, then looked back down at the paper in his hand. "I wish that I - while retaining full mental knowledge of my true self and full knowledge of Abby's wish granting power - would become even more popular than Abby while also losing the ability to make any more wishes for the next twenty-four hours." From the relatively short time limit, I knew that wish had been among the first ones I'd written and stored in the box. Too bad it hadn't been one of the later ones. Some of those would last for months. But strangely, I'd never added anything about John retaining any knowledge of himself or my power in any of those wishes I'd written. However, I figured that unexpected little codicil to the wish he'd read was very likely the result of his earlier wish that would protect his sense of self and memories from any unexpected side effects of his wishes kicking in to do its job. "Abby!" exclaimed John in sudden fright. "What's happening to me?" As I looked over towards John, I hadn't even realized I was tingling all over. My brother was slowly shrinking. And as his height continued to decrease, his body was swiftly shifting away from his current male form into a frame decidedly more female in appearance. I smiled at John. The wish he had just read aloud had been for him to become more popular than me. Quite obviously, since I'd become over the past month a girl far more popular among the guys than with the other girls, John now appeared to be well on his way to becoming a girl, who would undoubtedly be more popular than me. In addition to that, I found it most satisfying that I apparently had found a way to make a wish myself and have it granted. Although I was a little disappointed that John's earlier wish had still protected him. I'd been so certain. And when I finally quit tingling, my older brother John was nowhere to be seen. A very attractive girl with long dark hair had replaced him. She was wearing clothes very similar to those I was wearing. I wondered if she might be going to the same party where Frank and I were going. It was even possible that we were going to double date. "What the hell just happened to me, Abby?" asked John in a sultry female voice that sounded nothing like her former male voice. "You've become a girl now," I replied smugly. "You've become just like me now, you know. You're just more popular than me. As a result of your last wish, you've become my older sister Joanna instead of remaining my pesky brother John." "Joanna?" whispered the former John, as she ran her slim fingers through her long silky hair. In total disbelief, he brushed a hand across her altered chest. "I'm really a girl, Abby?" he said sounding quite surprised with his discovery. "I've even got a pair of tits." I smiled at my new big sister. She certainly did have tits. It was also a good thing I wasn't the jealous type, because her new tits were clearly larger than mine. However, that made me wonder just how many of the boys at school gauged a girl's popularity by the size of her boobs. "You don't need to worry about any of this, Joanna. I'm sure you'll adjust to this quickly enough." "I don't want to adjust to any of this damn shit. I don't want to be a girl," she whined. And then, all of a sudden it must have dawned on him what had just happened. "You tricked me, you little bitch! You still have your wish granting power. Don't you? I'll bet you never even lost it." I merely smiled once again at my new sister. Maybe becoming a girl had somehow managed to increase his intelligence. It was either that or enough bricks had finally been bounced off his thick skull to let some hint of the truth slowly sink into his head. Joanna glared at me angrily. "Well, Miss Smartypants, unlike you, I don't have to stay this way if I don't wish to," she grinned. "I..." she started, but seemed unable to get past the first word. "I..." she started again, only to stop just as quickly again. "What's wrong with me? I can't seem to make a wish, even though I haven't forgotten you're a wish grantor." "It was the last part of the wish you read," I replied. "Don't you ever remember anything you read? You can't make any more wishes for the next twenty-four hours." "You can't do this to me, Abby." "I didn't do a thing to you, Joanna. You were the one who picked the note from the box and read it, not me. It was your wish." "But that means..." "... You're going to be Joanna Winthrop for the next twenty-four hours... at least." "At least?" she sounded puzzled. "What do you mean, 'at least'?" I smiled back at my puzzled sister. "You seem to have forgotten that I have no control over how the wishes I hear are granted. And I certainly have no idea what's going to happen to you, or who might wish what about whatever in my presence, over these next twenty-four hours." "But I'm a girl now," whined Joanna. "I don't want to stay this way for a whole day," she added, even as she absently cupped her new full breasts. A knock on the door interrupted them. "Who is it?" asked both girls in unison. Joanna appeared more than a little surprised she'd asked that question without even thinking about it beforehand. She very obviously hadn't yet realized that in any interaction with someone other than me, she would instinctively act more like Joanna Winthrop than she would John Winthrop. Put her alone in a room with a boy and just about anything might happen. The door slowly swung open. "What's up, Mom?" I asked my former wife. In the same way Joanna was now compelled to be Joanna among others, I was also required to be more Abby Winthrop than Jeff Williams whenever others were around. "I just came up to tell both of you that your dates are here," smiled Lisa, as she strangely kept looking back and forth between Joanna and me. "Is something wrong, Mom?" asked Joanna nervously. "Of course not, dear." An unexpected tear suddenly rolled down Lisa's face. "It's just that my two girls look so beautiful tonight." "Aw, Mom," said the girls, both of them blushing brightly. "Tell the guys we'll be down in a couple of minutes, Mom. Joanna and I aren't quite ready yet." "Sure thing, sweetie." Lisa turned and left the room. "Sweetie?" asked Joanna, who was obviously very confused. "You'll get used to it." Joanna slowly shook her head. "And just what did Mom mean when she said our dates were here. I don't remembering ordering any dates." I stared at Joanna. Her stupid statement made me wonder if becoming a girl had raised my new sister's intelligence after all. "The dates Mom mentioned aren't the fruit of the date palm, Joanna dear. These dates are the boys who are patiently waiting for us downstairs. Don't you remember me telling you I had a date tonight with Frank tonight? We're going to a party and then hopefully we'll wind up at Makeout Point afterwards." "But mom said our dates..." Joanna's eyes suddenly went wide in apparent stunned shock. "Oh no... It can't be. But that means... But Abby, I can't possibly have a date with another boy." "And why not? You wished to be more popular than me," I smiled. "And since you're a girl now," I reminded her, "boys will probably flock to your side in droves. Besides, I'm dating boys now, so you'll just have to date boys to continue being more popular than me." Joanna looked like she wanted to cry. "But I don't want to go out on a date with some boy." "It really doesn't make any difference what you want to do, Joanna." I almost felt sorry for my new sister. But if I'd lived through this transition, then so could she. "I'm afraid your wish will probably make you want to date boys." Joanna slowly shook her head. "But I can't." She clearly didn't want to believe what was happening to her. "Let's go down and meet the guys, Joanna. I really think seeing the guys will help make you feel a lot better. Besides, I've been wondering who your date could be." "Do you really think it will make me feel better?" asked Joanna hopefully. "But I still don't think I want to know who's waiting for me." "It should make you feel better," I replied. "But you must also remember, you probably don't have another choice in the matter. The more you fight the wish, the worse off you'll be. So let's go meet the guys, Joanna. We certainly don't want to keep them waiting for the two most popular girls in the whole school." "I guess not," replied Joanna reluctantly. And even though she clearly didn't want to leave her younger sister's room or meet her date for the evening, Joanna still followed closely behind Abby as they went down to greet their dates. *** When my clearly high-strung and overly nervous new older sister Joanna and I finally reached the living room where our dates were waiting rather impatiently for us, I wasn't altogether sure which of the two of us was the more surprised girl. My surprise was simply because I'd been expecting to find Frank Carson waiting for me. But Frank was nowhere to be seen. I wondered what could have possibly happened to him since I'd last seen him yesterday afternoon. Instead of Frank, two of his friends - actually they were more like acquaintances than actual friends - Phil Watson and Tom Clark were clearly waiting for us to make our entrances. I knew both of them somewhat from school. They were alternate captains of the school's football team; Phil was a running back and Tom was a linebacker. But just because I knew who they were didn't mean I'd ever wanted to date either one of them. So why were they here picking us up? And just where the hell was Frank anyway? I got the first part of my answer when Joanna casually slipped out from where she had been trying to hide behind me and slinkily strolled over in Phil's general direction. Her sexy actions took me - and probably her, as well - totally by surprise. Just how and when had she learned to walk like that? But from the look of surprise in her eyes, I could easily tell she was as totally confounded by her own actions as I was. However, I doubted anyone other than me would have ever recognized her reaction for what it had truly been. On top of that, I could almost imagine the multitude of conflicting thoughts swirling rapidly through her thoroughly confused mind when she abruptly planted a wet juicy kiss squarely on Phil's lips. And, of course, Phil quickly and eagerly responded to Joanna's advances; they looked a lot like a pair of upright vacuum cleaners in heat. Wasn't that just like a boy to try taking advantage of a very confused girl? It was very clear that Phil Watson was here because he was Joanna's date. And, as much as I didn't like the idea a bit, that probably meant Tom Clark was here to be my date. And that fact was quickly confirmed when Tom casually sauntered over to me, then said with a lusty smile, "You look absolutely gorgeous tonight, babe." And before I had any chance to respond, he pulled me closer and kissed me like we'd been together for months. Even though I'd simply hated being called 'babe' since I'd first become a girl, my body shivered and I went tingly all over. And nobody had even come close to saying those two abominable words 'I wish'. Obviously, somewhere between the times my brother John had first entered my room and my sister Joanna and I had left it together, I must have somehow become Tom Clark's girlfriend instead of Frank's. Wasn't that a real kick in the head? Here I'd finally got my boyfriend pretty much trained the way I wanted him and now I had to start all over again with someone else. That just didn't seem very fair to me. Goddamn wishes. Although I certainly wasn't crystal clear about what might have happened, I realized whatever it was must have been connected with that wish I'd had John read. What else could it possibly be? Some unexpected and as yet unknown side effect of that wish had not only brought about John's transformation into Joanna and made her Phil Watson's current girlfriend, but it had also replaced my now former boyfriend Frank Carson with Tom Clark. I just felt slighted... somehow. But when I looked over at Tom, I found myself smiling ever so coyly at him. I just couldn't imagine how I'd overlooked the simple fact that he was such a handsome hunk until now. Even though I realized there were probably still some residual readjustments of reality taking place, I no longer felt overly concerned by this unexpected change in the players of my life. Frank wasn't here; Tom was. And Tom, not Frank, was the guy taking me to the party tonight. I was also fairly certain I could convince Tom to drive us up to Makeout Point later. I still wondered where Frank was and what might have happened to him, but it no longer seemed like such a big deal now. After all, Frank was big boy - a thought that brought a smile to my face - and he could take care of himself. Besides, wherever he was at the moment, I doubted he even remembered being my boyfriend for most of the last month and however long he thought we'd been together. But that was probably for the best. Since he wouldn't remember being my boyfriend, Frank was unlikely to cause any real trouble if he showed up at the party with someone else. Nor would it bother him in the least if he found me there with Tom. "I think we should be on our way, guys." "I certainly think we wouldn't want to be more than just stylishly late," added Joanna. Casually, Phil slid his arm around Joanna's slim waist, while Tom echoed his friend's actions with me. When we reached the car, I was surprised, not to mention a little disappointed, that Tom was the one doing the driving. That meant Tom and I would be sitting in the front seat, while leaving the back seat for those lucky stiffs Phil and Joanna. However, that might be for the best. With Tom being the driver, I knew it would be a whole lot easier for us to sneak away later. After Phil opened the back door for Joanna, both of them slid inside. Tom opened the front door for me, but then he had to walk clear around the car to get into driver's seat. Damn, I hated these cars with bucket seats. But I wasn't quite prepared for all those grunts and groans coming from the back seat. Very clearly, Joanna was quickly adjusting to her life as a girl, although I also wondered what other odd thoughts were still running haphazardly through Joanna's mind. And as we finally sped away from the front of our house, I was feeling really disappointed that I couldn't be doing any of those things with Tom. Why couldn't I have been the older sister? *** Shortly after we'd reached the party, I'd become convinced I'd have to surgically remove Joanna from Phil. I was almost certain they must have somehow tied their tongues into a knot. I remembered telling her earlier that I thought she'd adjust to being a girl quickly. It certainly appeared she had, although I hadn't actually expected her to adjust quite this quickly. And I'd also begun thinking she'd have to be very lucky to get through this evening without winding up pregnant. Mom and Dad would be really pissed at her if that happened. And yet, her pregnancy might pose a few other interesting problems for Joanna, once that twenty-four hour time limit expired and she could once again say those magical words "I wish" that struck so much fear and terror in my heart. "I think we need to go to the powder room, Joanna." But she just smiled back at me. "I don't need to go there just yet, Abby," she replied. "But why don't you just go ahead without me." I was surprised by her refusal. Didn't she realize that going to the powder room was plain and simple girl speak for 'I need to talk to you' without any boys around. "Didn't you hear me? I said 'we' needed to go powder our nose, Joanna. I didn't mean just me." "There's absolutely nothing wrong with my hearing, little sister. I heard everything you said perfectly." She clutched Phil's arm tightly. "It's just that I don't have a need to go powder my nose right now." I wondered if Joanna's adjustment had really completed successfully. Although it certainly seemed she had the male-female interaction down perfectly, her knowledge of the female codes all us girls used in mixed company seemed somewhat lacking. Either that or Joanna's intelligence had inexplicably diminished further within the time frame of her adjustment. "Yes, you do. Believe me, you do." "No, I don't," she snapped back. I stared at her in disbelief; I knew we wouldn't get anywhere if we continued like this. "Excuse us, Phil," I told him, as I grabbed Joanna's arm. "Yes... You... Do!" I told her emphatically as I began dragging her across the room in the general direction of the Ladies' Room. "What the hell is wrong with you, Abby? Why are you acting so weird all of a sudden?" she squealed, even as I opened the Ladies' Room door and pushed her inside. "We need to talk, Joanna." "Well, why didn't you just say so, Abby?" Joanna shook her head. "I would have come along without any fuss if you'd only told me you wanted to talk to me about something." At that moment, I really wanted to slap her around a little, but there were just too many other girls in the room with us. I just didn't know how Joanna could act so dumb. However, I was beginning to think this stupid act of hers might not be an act. But once the other girls left and we were alone, Joanna shook her head again. "What the hell happened out there?" she asked me, sounding almost as if she were coming out of some deep trance. "You were acting like some total bimbo slut out there." "Is that bad?" she asked shaking her head again. "I just kinda let my body take control back when we were in the living room. I don't know why I did that; it just seemed like the thing to do at the time. But once I began kissing Phil, I couldn't stop myself. And then my male mind just sorta drifted off to Never-Never Land." Suddenly Joanna's eyes went wide with a mixture of shock and surprise. "Shit! Was I actually kissing Phil Watson?" "You certainly were, big sister," I replied. "For a moment, I thought you might try performing oral surgery on him with your tongue. And I'll also bet you were enjoying every minute of it even more than Phil was." "No, I didn't enjoy it," objected Joanna. "I simply loved every minute of it." With a look of total surprise, she clamped her hand over her mouth. "What the hell am I saying?" "I guess I should welcome you to my world, Joanna. Just like you, I'm a guy living in a pretty girl's body. This is how I've had to live for the last month." I couldn't really keep myself from throwing that little barb at my sister; she really had it coming. "Now, if you think you can keep better control of yourself, let's go find the guys." "Okay," Joanna replied hesitantly. "But I think you'd better keep a closer eye on me this time, Abby. I just don't know when I might slip again." "Whatever, you say." But I didn't think it was humanly possible to prevent my sister from slipping back into her full 'bimbo' mode again. She'd just been far too good of one. *** No sooner had we left the little girls' room, Joanna and I were both suddenly taken by surprise. Ever since we'd met our dates for this party, I'd been wondering what might have happened to Frank Carson, as well as whether or not he'd be coming to this party alone. And now I knew the answers to both of my questions. Frank was just fine. And he definitely hadn't come here alone. "Just what the hell is she doing here with him?" asked Joanna, a clear hint of the green-eyed monster in her voice. "Just as a guess, she's probably doing all the same things I would have been doing if I'd come here with him." "She'd better not even think about doing something like that," snarled Joanna. "Why shouldn't she?" "Isn't it obvious to you, Abby," snapped my older sister. "Or don't you remember who she is? That's my girlfriend over there; that's why not." A couple of girls nearby looked up, but one stern look from Joanna made them silently walk away without saying a word. "Doesn't it even bother you that Crysti's here with Frank?" "No, not really. Why should it?" I replied. "Besides, there isn't a whole lot I can do about it anyway. And you'd better get that wide jealous streak of yours firmly in check, girl, because right now there isn't a hell of a lot you can do about them being together either." "But why are they here together?" "To be perfectly honest, I have no idea. But strictly as another guess, I'd have to figure it was another of those inexplicable side effects from granting your last wish." "It wasn't my wish, Abby; you tricked me into reading it." "I think that's purely irrelevant at the moment, Joanna. Clearly, when you were transformed into my older sister, Crysti was suddenly left without a date for this party. For some still unknown reason, you and I apparently needed to come to this party together. And after you take into consideration the fact that Frank doesn't like double dating with anybody, we were given new boyfriends who wouldn't mind doubling up with two sisters. And that left Frank without a date. As a result, I'd guess my wish granting power unilaterally made them a couple as some kind of compensation for messing around with their lives." "That sounds like a load of bullshit to me, Abby." "Maybe it is. But have you got any better explanations?" Joanna shook her head. "Not really." But then, she began looking around the room. "I wonder where Phil's gotten off to? Do you think he missed me very much while we were in the Powder Room?" I stared at my sister for a moment. From her actions, I decided her male mind must have started drifting off again. And from my own experiences, I knew that just being around boys might be all the catalyst Joanna's body really needed to assume full control of her actions, if she didn't remain vigilant. "You'd better get those overactive hormones of yours in check, girl." "I don't know if I can, Abby." I watched her closely while her eyes flittered from one guy to the next. Clearly her male mind was fighting a losing battle with her female body. "How did you manage to keep such a level head, Abby?" "It was difficult for me at times," I replied. "But you also must remember I've also had over a month to become the popular girl I am today. And you've had what?" I looked over at the clock hanging on the wall. "Just about ninety minutes to try and become the most popular." I saw Phil approaching from behind Joanna. He motioned for me to keep quiet. And while he slid his arms around my older sister's waist, she just sort of melted into his encompassing arms. "Did you miss me, babe?" If I hadn't already guessed that John's mind had just lost this skirmish and possibly the entire war to Joanna's body, I would have known when she answered, "You know I did, tiger." And if that hadn't been enough, watching her wriggle around in his embrace so she could kiss him would have left little, if any, doubt. It almost looked as if they were trying to perform the world's first double tonsillectomy. I realized there wasn't a whole lot I could do about Joanna now. It didn't take a genius to see that her personality had fully subsumed John's and taken complete control of her body again. To bring John's mind back again, I'd have to isolate her totally from any male contact and that wasn't going to be very easy this time. I decided right then that I didn't want to try being my older sister's babysitter. Quite clearly, the easier task was simply letting the wish run its course. John would be definitely be pissed with my decision as soon as he - provided, of course, he still could - took control of their shared body again. Besides, my sister Joanna was a big girl - in more ways than one - and I was certain she could take care of herself. And I had other far more interesting things I wanted to be doing tonight. As I turned to look for Tom, I saw Frank dancing with Crysti. I felt a little pang of jealousy seeing them together. But I figured there wasn't any real harm being done. Frank would probably become my boyfriend again and forget all about whatever he'd done with Crysti, once Joanna finally came to John's senses again and the twenty-four hours had passed. Of course, that also assumed Joanna would still want to wish herself back into her former male self. And I couldn't keep from thinking that might be a wee bit dicey right about now. I'd just have to wait and see what happened. "You slimy damn bastard," I heard a girl's voice say over the buzz of the crowd. When I turned, I saw Lydia Billings glaring angrily at Bob Anderson, which made me wonder what was going on with them. Although I'd thought she could do far better than Bob, he was currently Lydia's boyfriend. And then I noticed how Bambi Maloney was hanging all over Bob. It was really hard to miss seeing Bambi in a crowd, provided, of course, you were a guy. She had these breasts reminiscent of the Grand Tetons, which tended to make even well-developed girls like Crysti Thomas or my older sister Joanna seem more like little boys than the big girls they really were. Of course to most of us girls, Bambi's level of intelligence had always appeared to be inversely proportional to the size of her bust. She was basically a good kid; she just wasn't overly bright. I was certain there were at least a few fence posts out there that were just as smart, possibly even smarter, than Bambi Maloney. But it clearly wasn't her lack of intelligence that made any of the boys - or any part thereof - stand up and notice her. Nearly all of girls, myself included for the most part, tended to totally ignore her. The only real exception was when she, as it appeared to be happening with Bob, stepped over that imaginary line and wantonly trespassed into another girl's private domain. Of course, even if it wasn't exactly my fault, I still felt somewhat guilty about Bambi being the way she was. She hadn't always been Bambi; she'd originally been Bertha Maloney, one of the smartest people I'd ever met in either of my lives, when I'd first met her. But Bertha had had no appreciable figure to speak of and she was more often than not mistaken for a small boy. All the other girls - at least those that occasionally noticed her - called her "The Stick". And I'm afraid I was no better than the rest, even though I'd only been a girl myself for a few days at the time. We'd been sitting in the girls' locker room. I don't exactly remember what we'd been discussing, but I must have said something to her I shouldn't have. "You just don't understand, Abby! How could you possibly understand what it's like? Boys notice you!" she'd screamed at me. And before I could say anything to the contrary, she'd added, "You know, sometimes I wish I could swap my intelligence for a body that all the boys would notice." After I'd finally quite tingling, the curvy, overly buxom form of the now dumb-as-a-rock Bambi Maloney had replaced the skinny, stick-like figure of the formerly highly intelligent Bertha Maloney. Nobody else in the locker room had even noticed how much she'd changed. In fact, the other girls didn't really pay any more attention to Bambi than they ever had to Bertha. But that actually made a lot of sense; her wish had never mentioned anything about the other girls treating her better. And when I'd left the girls' locker room a few minutes later, dozens of boys had already begun lining up outside, just waiting for Bambi to emerge. "But Lydia..." Bob's voice interrupted my flashback, making me wonder what else I might have missed. "Don't you 'but Lydia me', Bob Anderson." Lydia glared at Bambi. "How could you possibly come here tonight with that?" "But you told me your family was going to see your grandmother tonight," replied Bob. "You were the one who told me to go to the party without you." "Going to the party without me isn't exactly the same thing as coming here with her," snapped Lydia. "I couldn't believe my ears when Kim called to tell me you brought her. How could you do something like this to me?" I wondered if the Kim she'd mentioned was Kimberly Harris, Bob's former girlfriend. I'd met her once; she was a real bitch. Bambi began giggling. "I think she's jealous of me, Bobby." She wiggled even closer to Bob. What the hell was wrong with Bambi tonight? She just didn't seem her normal - that is, if you could ever really use 'normal' in reference to Bambi - self tonight. I began thinking my wisest course of action would be finding Tom and getting as far away from here as possible before something happened. I didn't like the green-eyed flames I saw burning brightly in Lydia's eyes. That look always meant trouble. I sure as hell wouldn't want to be Bob Anderson right now. "Not now, Bambi." Bob knew he was in deep shit and sinking rapidly. "You know you can't believe everything Kim Harris tells you, Lydia. You know how she's always trying to break us up." "Not now?" Having grown increasingly angry with Bob, any words he'd spoken past 'Bambi' hadn't registered in Lydia's mind. She glared daggers at Bob. "You're just impossible." Lydia angrily crossed her arms. "Goddamn it, Bob. You promised me you'd change. But you're still the same. If you're so intent on being here with someone like her, then I wish you could be just like her." Having spoken her mind, Lydia angrily turned and stormed off, leaving a very startled Bambi Maloney, a tingling-all-over me, and a rapidly altering Bob Anderson behind. While I helplessly watched on, Bob was clearly being transformed into Bambi's identical twin. But as his metamorphosis neared its completion, all I really wanted to do was kick Lydia's ass. She'd just made things worse for all of the girls. It had been bad enough before with only one girl with breasts the size of Mt. Everest to compete against; now there were two of them. When I finally stopped tingling, I noticed several guys staring at Bambi and her new identical twin sister. And from the obviously lustful looks in their eyes, it quite definitely had nothing to do with any of them remembering this new buxomy girl had previously been Bob Anderson. Even if all of them knew who she'd once been, I doubted even one of them would consider wasting a wish to change her back into her former male self. They all seemed quite pleased with her just the way she was. "Barbi?" squealed Bambi in surprise. "When did you get here?" "I just got here a few seconds ago, Bambi," replied Barbi, who had, only a few moments before, been Bob. Bambi and Barbi began giggling, although nobody knew why. I don't think any of the guys really gave a shit. I wanted to gag. And then I heard some guy in the back exclaim, "Hey guys! It's fun time. The Maloney twins have finally arrived to spice up this party!" Suddenly, I had a really bad feeling about this. I knew I had to find Tom. And I definitely had to get as far away from this place as I could before someone else wound up becoming someone else. I was afraid that if I stayed this would very quickly get out of hand. I began to imagine what else might happen. Some boys would probably wish that their girlfriends had breasts to rival the Maloney twins. There might be several more angry girlfriends around like Lydia who would inadvertently wish their boyfriends into Maloney clones. I wouldn't be very surprised if a few guys wound up with even better endowments than Bambi and Barbi combined. And by the time the whole damn affair was finally all over, I could just picture myself never having to worry about competing with the Maloney twins again. Instead of dealing with twins, I'd probably be competing with the Maloney kilotuplets. I covered my ears with my hands; I certainly didn't want to hear anybody making any more damn wishes. I just wasn't too sure how much it would help. Finally I found Tom. "Can we get the hell out of here, Tom?" I hadn't intended to sound so frightened, but I couldn't help myself. "Is something wrong, babe?" "No," I lied. "Please, Tom. I just want to get out of here." "What about your sister?" "Joanna's with Phil," I replied. "She'll be all right with him." "Knowing those two, I wouldn't be surprised," smiled Tom. "But you know, I've been thinking. If we're not going to be here, I sure wish Phil could keep Joanna occupied for the next couple of days." For a brief few moments, I tingled. Phil's unexpected wish had caught me by totally off guard. But the results of his wish didn't really bother me a whole lot. It just meant I wouldn't be seeing Joanna for another couple of days at the earliest, which might not be all that bad. "Where do you want to go, babe?" "How about Makeout Point?" I whispered into his ear, kind of surprised that Tom's calling me 'babe' didn't seem to bother me anymore. Tom smiled at me. "That sounds like a helluva plan to me." He slid his arm around my waist. "Let's get going, babe." As we walked towards the door, I still hoped I wouldn't hear anyone else making a wish. I also couldn't shake the strange feeling that something somewhere had become totally unbalanced. At the same time, I was wondering how Tom would compare with Frank once we reached Makeout Point. But whatever the results of that comparison might be, I wasn't really overly concerned with who was actually the better of the two. After all, if I'd learned one thing over this past month that I'd been a girl, it was that the real fun in this was always in the finding out. Once Tom and I made it up to Makeout Point, I knew I'd be having an awful lot of fun finding out. And I was just as equally as certain that my older sister Joanna would be having just as much fun as me. At least she would until she finally came home in a couple of days. *** THE END - A Reward of Wishes III