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The Wishing Bracelet By Morpheus Great Uncle George was a strange old man, the kind who would insistently argue that Big Foot, the Loch Ness Monster and little green men were real. But at the same time he was one of the most calm and reasonable men that I knew. He was what some people called 'eccentric', though I'd always liked him in spite of that, or perhaps even because of it. I was sad to hear that Uncle George had died, though not surprised. He was nearly 70 years old and had suffered a number of health problems over the last few years of his life, including a major one with his heart. Ironically it wasn't his heart that had killed him, but his cane. It had snapped while he was going downstairs, causing him to lose his balance and tumble down the stairs. So here I am, sitting beside my 14 year old brother Chris for the reading of the will. My dad is hoping that he might have inherited something from his uncle, though he denies it and insists that we're there out of respect. Since I'm only 16 and I don't expect to even be mentioned in the will, I saw little reason for my being there, though dad insisted. He said something about showing family solidarity. I just sat there, feeling bored while the lawyer reads off the will and tells people what Uncle George left them. At the same time various people sat around, looking as though they expected to win the lottery. Uncle George wasn't really rich, but he had enough money tucked away to make anyone who knew him interested. It quickly became clear that Uncle George hadn't left everything he owned to any one person, much to several looks of disappointment. Instead he seemed to have spread his assets around, leaving something to just about everyone, perhaps to keep anyone from feeling left out. Dad was given twentythousand dollars, mom an antique mirror that she'd always admired and Chris was given an authentic flintlock pistol which he absolutely loved. Then it was my turn and the lawyer called out my name, Dean Michael McKay. I nervously went up front and was presented an antique chest. It was about the size of a shoe box, had some nice carving on the sides and had a built in lock. Unfortunately it was locked shut and there was no sign of a key anywhere. "Just like Uncle George to leave you a locked box," Chris laughed, teasing me about how he'd been given a cool gun while I only got a box that I couldn't even open. I didn't rise to the bait, no matter how much he annoyed me with this on the trip home. The minute we got home I rushed into my room and closed the door behind me. Then I carefully set the chest down on top of my desk and stared at it. I already knew from shaking it on the trip home that it was pretty much empty, except for something small that rattled around inside of it. I was a bit disappointed though, since this removed any hopes of it being full of gold and jewels. Still I was extremely curious about what that little thing that rattled around was. Uncle George might be eccentric, but he was clever enough to have a reason for everything he did, even giving me a locked box. "Now for that lock," I smiled, not the least bit bothered by it. Chris and my parents might all be surprised at the fact that I'd just been given a locked box and hadn't complained about it once, but that was because I knew something that they didn't. I was bursting with excitement as I dug through my dresser drawer and pulled out an envelope that had been hidden on the bottom, then promptly opened it and dumped the contents onto my hand. I stared at the brass key which rested in my palm, knowing now that it would be a perfect fit for the locked chest. "So this is what the key is for," I grinned, growing even more curious by the moment. Last year Uncle George had given me the key, not telling me what it was for, only that I would know when the time came. Then he had told me to keep it a secret and put it in a safe place until then. His final instruction for the key was that when I finally used it, I was to use it by myself, without anyone else being present. With those kind of mysterious instructions, I couldn't wait to find out what this was all about. I was so impatient to see what was inside the chest that I could barely keep my hand steady enough to get the key into the lock. Once I did though, I opened it and revealed the contents inside. The first thing I saw was an envelope with my name on it, and when I pulled that out, I saw what had been rattling around inside. There was a large silver metal ring, or possibly a bracelet, which was extremely bright and looked as though it w just polished. My first instinct was to pick it up for a closer look, until I saw the small card tied to it which read DON'T TOUCH THE BRACELET UNTIL YOU'VE READ THE ENTIRE LETTER. "O...kay," I said, a little startled by the card but deciding to humor Uncle George for now. I opened the envelope and pulled out a letter and began to read. Dear Dean, If you are reading this, then I am dead and have gone on to my final reward...or to an eternity in Hell. Either way I leave you my greatest treasure. Out of all my relatives you are the only one I trust to be both responsible and open minded enough to handle this great responsibility. I don't trust any of those other nitwits not to misuse it. The bracelet contained in the chest is magic. I know, you don't really believe in magic, but humor me while I explain. I won't go into how I acquired the bracelet or the trouble it caused before I got my hands on it and decided to keep it out of the wrong hands. The important thing is that it has the power to grant wishes. NO, don't touch the bracelet or try wishing until you've read the rest. I know you've got to be tempted to, just to prove that I'm a crazy old man who's full of shit if nothing else. I don't know where the bracelet originally came from, but I've seen it in action enough times to learn that it operates under certain rules. Yes, it seems that even magic has rules and limitations. As I told you, the bracelet grants wishes. However, it will only grant ONE wish to a person, and there is no wishing for more wishes or anything like that. It doesn't work. If the bracelet can't grant a wish for any reason, it won't do anything but still counts that as the one wish and won't grant another. Perhaps the most important rule is that once a wish is wished, it can not be unwished. If you make a wish, you can NOT undo the wish or directly contradict it with another wish. If someone wished your cat were to turn into a dog, you couldn't use another wish to turn it back into a cat or anything else, but you might be able to wish it into a different type of dog. The bracelet is powerful but has several major limitations, such as distance and possibly by the 'size' of the wish. The wishes can effect things within a mile of the bracelet, yet seem to work best within line of sight. Because of this, and perhaps for other reasons, you can't make world changing wishes. You can't wish to end world hunger, to rule the world or any other large wish of that nature. These are the rules and limitations as I know them, though there may very well be others that I don't know of. Remember, you get one wish, you can't undo a wish, and if a wish can't be granted, it still counts as the one wish. I know that this comes as a big surprise to you and you're probably wondering why I'd choose to give the bracelet to you to look after instead of your dad or some other adult. The fact is, you might be a kid, but you have more of a level head than most of the adults, plus you have the imagination to see past your own nose. I'm trusting you to look after the bracelet, to keep it a secret and keep it away from anyone who would misuse it since it can cause a lot of trouble. Love Uncle George PS, take your time and think very carefully about what wish you want to make for yourself because you only get one. You might even want to save it until the day when you really need it, such as to wish away a bad heart like the one that probably killed me. I just stared at the letter for a minute, sure that it had to be some sort of joke. After all magic bracelets that grant wishes don't really exist. Of course Uncle George might have believed in some strange things, but he wasn't the type to play jokes or to just accept things without proof, ironic as that might seem. "Damn," I muttered, shaking my head then turning to pick up the bracelet. As soon as I held it in my hand I could tell that it was no ordinary bracelet. It felt warm to the touch. The metal looked like silver but with a rainbow tint at the right angle. And as I stared at it I could almost see the metal inside of it flowing, as though it were a liquid just under the surface. Of course it felt perfectly solid in my hand. "Weird," I sighed, "so you're supposed to grant wishes..." I shook my head, "pretty hard to believe." I removed the tag from the bracelet, then held it in my hands and silently stared at it for several minutes. All of my doubts about Uncle George's claims that it was magical faded away. How could I doubt something like that when I could feel something extraordinary just by touching the bracelet? It practically hummed with magical power. Once it fully sank in that this was indeed a magical bracelet, that it really could grant me a wish, I couldn't help but thinking about what it was that I wanted. I could wish for a billion dollars, to have the sexiest girl in school fall in love with me, or for a thousand other things. The bracelet might have a few limits, but that didn't seem to really limit my options any. "Too many choices," I finally said, letting out a long sigh. "I don't know what to wish for." I only had one wish coming, so I wanted it to be perfect. It had to be something that I couldn't get any other way, something that I wouldn't come to regret wishing for later in life. I stared at the bracelet for a moment longer, imagining all the possibilities, then carefully set it back into the box it had come in and locked it again to remove the temptation. As much as I wanted to make a wish right then and there, I wasn't under any time constraints. I could take all the time I wanted before making my wish. There was no doubt that I would have to do a lot of thinking about this. -------------------- I walked down the sidewalk, frowning slightly as I thought about the bracelet. In fact that was about the only thing I seem to think about anymore. It had been about a week since I'd gotten it, yet I still hadn't made my mind up about what to wish for. It was getting to the point where I was even thinking about saving it. "Who knows," I sighed, "maybe someday I'll get cancer and can use it to cure myself." Of course being only 16, I didn't want to think about that kind of eventuality. When I got back home from my after lunch walk a minute later, I went straight for my bedroom to look at the bracelet again. I'd pulled it out and stared at it so many times that it still amazed me I hadn't given into the temptation to make a wish. Even if it didn't grant wishes, I loved staring at the strange and beautiful metal which looked as though it were as much liquid as solid. But as soon as I went into my bedroom I froze, staring in surprise at the wooden box, which was sitting open on my desk. I rushed to it, finding the key in the lock and no sign of the bracelet itself. "Wha the hell?" I gasped, quickly looking all over my desk but seeing no sign of the bracelet. "Who...?" I grimaced, knowing that the box had been locked when I left the house an hour earlier and the bracelet had been right inside of it. Then I silently started to curse myself, realizing that I might have locked the bracelet inside the box, but I'd accidentally left the key right on my desk. All someone had to do was walk into my room and they could have found the key and opened the box. "Chris," I spat out my brother's name. He was the only one who kept coming into my room when I wasn't around, snooping for snacks, porn or who knows what. Even my parents had enough respect for my privacy not to do that. But Chris... "Rotten little bastard." I immediately rushed to Chris' room across the hall, muttering vicious profanities under my breath as I did so. But as soon as I burst through the door, it was immediately obvious that he wasn't inside. Still I did a quick search to see if I could find the bracelet. Unfortunately, I didn't find a trace of it. "Damn." I clenched my fist, feeling a knot of dread in my stomach. I had a bad feeling about this. A VERY bad feeling. A minute later I was in the kitchen, asking my mom if she'd seen Chris, and trying to keep the desperation out of my voice. She told me, "He left the house about half an hour ago. He seemed pretty excited for some reason too." "Oh," I gulped with a sinking feeling. If Chris had left the house with my bracelet and he was all excited at the same time, I could only guess that he'd seen Uncle George's letter. I groaned, wishing that I'd burned the thing or something, because if Chris knew what that bracelet could do, then it couldn't be good. In fact I couldn't imagine things getting much worse. Then mom scowled, "I think he went over to see that Randal." I gulped, suddenly realizing that things might just have gotten a lot worse. Randal was nearly the same age as me, but Chris practically idolized him and was always trying to get on his good size. That might not have been a bad thing except that Randal was the local troublemaker, the one who would TP every house on the street on Halloween, who would break windows, key the sides of cars and generally bully anyone smaller than him. Mom thought he was a bad influence on Chris, but the harder she tried to keep him away, the more eager Chris was to see him. "Oh shit," I whispered, shaking at the very thought of Randal and his gang of troublemakers getting their hands on the bracelet. "Watch your language," mom snapped at me. "Sorry," I apologized with a forced smile before turning and rushing out of the house as fast as I could. There was no doubt in my mind that I had to get that bracelet back and fast. I was nearly desperate to do so, easily imagining the kind of trouble it could cause in the wrong hands. And unfortunately, Randal's hands were definitely the wrong ones. I knew where Randal lived, but that wasn't where I was headed. There was an abandoned lot set back off of the street where a house had burned down due to a kitchen fire about ten years ago. Strangely the detached garage had survived the fire with only minor damage, though it had become heavily overgrown with bushes in the years since. Now it merely served as a hangout for Randal and his friends. "I hope I get to them in time," I grimaced, running even faster. As soon as I reached the abandoned lot I stopped and stared at the tangled mess of blackberry bushes and brush. My heart was racing, but not entirely from having run here. I couldn't help thinking of the rumors that Randal had been involved in a few serious 'incidents'. There was no proof or anything, but some of the kids quietly talked about a man who had been found severely beaten behind the school and had been sent to the hospital. The rumor was that Randal and his friends had jumped the man and beaten him just for fun, but I'd always thought it was just that...a rumor. Now I wasn't completely certain. I took a deep breath and carefully made my way towards the garage that was nearly hidden in the bushes. I could hear voices coming from inside, and they became more clear as I approached. One of the voices belonged to Chris. "And there was this letter that said it could grant wishes or something," Chris was saying, making me clench my fists. Randal and his friends all burst out laughing and started teasing Chris about being gullible. Then Randal asked sarcastically, "And how does it work? I mean, do you rub it like a fucking genie's lamp or something?" "I'm not sure," Chris admitted sheepishly, "I didn't read the whole thing..." That just brought another round of heavy laughter and teasing. I crept around to the open door and looked inside. Randal was a tall kid around my own age with dark hair and dirty clothes, sitting in an old recliner while his four friends were gathered around, sitting on an odd mix of other scavenged chairs or stacks of tires. There was a short table in front of them which was covered with porn magazines, several empty beer cans and even an ashtray with a few cigarette butts in it. Chris stood in front of them all, the target of increasing ridicule. In an obvious attempt to save face and curb favor, Chris held the bracelet out so Randal could have a better look, "Well, it looks really expensive. I bet we could sell it for a lot of money." That caught Randal's interest and he immediately snatched the bracelet from Chris' hands and stared at it with an increasingly interested look, "Man, this does look expensive. I could probably get a couple hundred for it." I glared furiously at Chris, deciding that I'd heard enough. Even though I knew it wasn't the smartest thing to do, I stepped into the garage and ordered, "Give that back. It doesn't belong to you." I spared a dark glare at Chris who took a nervous step back. Randal started at me in surprise for a moment, then burst out laughing, "Like that matters." His friends all started laughing along with him and I turned to glare at each of them in turn, though none of them seemed bothered by that. The youngest of Randal's friends was Ricky, who was the same age as Chris. He wasn't very bright, but he seemed to have the mindless devotion to his leader that every good lackey possesses. "Yeah, like that matters," Ricky echoed with a snicker. Duck and Tommy were brothers and just sat back, making rude and insulting comments that I chose to ignore. Zeke, the eldest of Randal's crew, thought he was extremely clever though the only thing smart about him was his mouth. He smirked at me, "Finders keepers, losers weepers." "Give it back," I said as cold and forcefully as I could. Randal glared at me for a moment, then smirked, "I don't think so. I found it at a yard sale, so it's mine. I mean, these guys will vouch for that." He gestured to his friends who all laughed. "Yeah," Chris piped in weakly, glancing at Randal and trying to score some more points, "you never showed it to anyone so no one will believe it's yours..." I just glared at my brother, never hating him as much as I did right then. Sure, I'd been pissed when he put my homework in the shredder, and even more so when he poured a bottle of itching powder into my underwear drawer, but those were minor incidents compared to this. He'd stolen a prized magical possession that had been left to me by Uncle George, and then gave it to Randal. I didn't think that I'd ever forgive him. "Maybe he wants to make a wish with it," Zeke laughed. "Maybe he wants to wish you'd be nice." Randal snickered at that, "So you want to make a wish...." He held the bracelet up so I could get a good look at it in his hand, taunting me with how close it was and daring me to come for it. Then he glanced down at the porn magazines that were scattered around the table and sarcastically snorted, "Well I wish you were a totally sexy girl." As soon as those words left Randal's mouth, I suddenly felt a wave of intensely powerful sensations rush through my entire body and being. I gasped in horror as I realized exactly what he'd said...exactly what he had wished for. I cried out, "NO," but I could already feel my body being transformed. Everyone in the garage stared at me with their mouths dropped open, their eyes filled with stunned disbelief. I knew that my transformation had to be quite a sight, though at the moment I hardly cared. All I knew was that my body was changing in ways that it shouldn't and it was happening so fast that I couldn't really keep track of it all. My bones cracked and moved inside of my body. My flesh and skin seemed to melt and flow into new places. My waist and crotch pulled in while my ass and chest swelled outwards. There were thousands... millions of smaller changes that were occurring in my body, all at the same time and it was overwhelming. When the changes all stopped, I just stood there feeling wobbly and ready to fall over. It was as though my entire body was made of rubber and had been stretched to the limit and then let loose. It had snapped back, but not quite to where it had been. I blinked in confusion, trying to make sense of new sensations and balance I was feeling. "Holy fucking shit!" Randal exclaimed, staring at me with a look of total amazement. Then he looked at the bracelet he was still holding, a hungry, greedy look in his eyes. "I wish for a million fucking dollars..." Nothing happens, which was not surprising since Randal had already used his one and only wish. He didn't have another one coming, but I wasn't about to tell him that. "Dean?" Chris gasped, staring at me with a look of guilt and terror. He was probably wondering how he was going to talk his way out of being grounded for life. "You fucking prick," I screamed at my brother, my voice now feminine and even a bit sexy. I stared down at myself, not sure whether to be turned on or disgusted. A single glance was enough to tell that I had a totally knockout body, with long legs, a slender waist and huge breasts. At least they felt huge to me, though I wasn't sure how impartial my observations could be. Still they seemed to be about the size of volleyballs. "At least they're not beach balls," I muttered to myself with a shake of my head. That just caused a bunch of hair to fall in front of my face and block my view. I pulled it back, noticing that it was golden blonde and that it went all the way to my ass. "Holy shit." I stared at myself in stunned amazement, trying to take in all the changes to my body. It took me a few seconds to notice that even my clothes had changed, turning into something more appropriate to my new body. They had transformed into a feminine and sexy version of what I was already wearing. My jeans had become tight girl jeans, while my plain T shirt had developed a deep slope in the front to show off my new cleavage. "Holy shit," I gulped, shaking as I saw what I had become. Hell, I even had long nails with a perfect manicure. "Man, this is fucking great," Randal laughed, staring at me in delight and with an expression of lust. He looked as though he wanted to jump my bones right then and there. I would have glared at Randal but I was too busy staring at myself and grabbing my generous new breasts. I felt a knot in my stomach as I ran a hand over myself, feeling as though I were on the verge of panic. This kind of thing wasn't supposed to happen...EVER. Guys didn't just get turned into women. Unfortunately Uncle George's bracelet broke that and just about every other rule of nature. "I can't believe how fucking sexy you look," Randal grinned at me, "shit, you were a guy just a minute ago, not you look like one of the babes in these magazines." "Shut up!" I yelled at him, becoming pissed off again as I was reminded exactly why I had been transformed. Randal only laughed even harder. Then to my surprise Chris snatched the bracelet out of Randal's hands. He clutched it tightly and looked at me with an expression of guilt and determination, stating, "I wish Dean was back to normal." When nothing happened and I remained as a girl, Chris stared at me in confusion. I was disappointed, but not at all surprised. Uncle George had said that one wish couldn't undo another, though in this case I had been seriously hoping that he was wrong. It was only then that it suddenly hit me. If I couldn't be changed back by another wish...I couldn't be changed back at all. I was stuck like this. "Oh shit," I gulped, shaking as I suddenly thought about the idea that I would probably be a sexy girl for the rest of my life. "Why didn't it work?" Chris cried out with a look of desperation. Randal finally tore his eyes off me and glared at Chris before suddenly jumping at him. In an instant he grabbed the bracelet back and then punched Chris in the face, sending my brother to the floor. And if that wasn't enough Randal kicked him in the ribs for good measure. I was so overwhelmed by my transformation and the realization that I would be stuck like this that I barely even registered what was happening to Chris until it was too late. As pissed as I was at him for stealing the bracelet and causing this to happen, I couldn't help but be thankful he had at least tried to return me to normal. "Leave him alone," I snapped, trying to rush to Chris' defense. Unfortunately my entire sense of balance was badly off and I ended up falling to the ground too, without Randal even having to touch me. The local bully and his friends all just stood there laughing, obviously enjoying my discomfort. And worse, they were admiring my curves as well. The very thought of them doing that was enough to make me feel sick to my stomach, and the sight of it was even worse. "It worked once," Randal snapped, glaring at Chris and then the bracelet in his hand, "why isn't it working again? Does it need to recharge or some shit like that?" "I don't know," Chris whimpered in fear, trying to back away. Then I saw a look of realization on his face and he stammered, "I...I think I remember seeing something in the letter about one wish... Maybe you only get one..." "One wish?" Randal gasped, turning to glare at me as I got back onto my feet. "What do you know about this fucking shit?" He grabbed me and slammed me up against the wall. I struggled to get loose but was surprised at how hard it was. He suddenly seemed so strong. Then it dawned on me. It wasn't Randal that was strong, it was me that was weak. "Let me go," I demanded, but Randal only smirked. "It does only grant one wish," Randal hissed at me. I nodded weakly, "One per person..." "Fuck," he spat out, "and I wasted mine turning you into a bitch..." He glared at me as though it were my fault and that he was the victim, as though I had intentionally tricked him out of his one wish. Then he slapped me across the face and threw me to the ground. "Dean!" Chris cried out, rushing to me but pausing in fear as Randal glared at him. "C'mon guys," Randal told his friends, "let's get outa here. I wanna figure out how I can use this fucking thing..." Randal turned and left with his friends following behind. Each of them stared at me as they left, their eyes filled with both amazement and lust. Only Tommy had any hint of pity in his expression and even that vanished after a moment. Once the others were gone Chris helped me to my feet, though he immediately pulled away once I was back up, almost as if afraid that my transformation might somehow infect him. He stood back and stared at me with a mixture of emotions, obviously feeling bad for his rather prominent part in this. "Damn," I grimaced as I looked down at myself yet again, not sure that I could ever get used to seeing this body. Unfortunately I knew that I probably wouldn't have much choice in the matter. At the moment I didn't know which bothered me the most, Chris stealing the bracelet, Randal having it in his possession, and of course the fact that I'd been turned into some kind of hot babe. All of these were big problems and the sheer magnitude of them all overwhelmed me. "I'm sorry," Chris exclaimed, "I'm so sorry..." "The bracelet was locked up for a reason," I told him grimly, taking a deep breath and trying to keep control of my temper. "It's too dangerous..." He stared down at the floor, quietly repeating, "I'm sorry..." Then he blinked, "Does it really give only one wish?" "Yeah," I scowled, "just one." "But I didn't make any other wish," he pleaded, "the only wish I made was to fix you..." "The bracelet won't let you undo any wish," I told him, fighting the urge to look down at myself. "Then I still have a wish," Chris started to say. I could see the greedy gleam beginning to form in his eyes as he thought about what he could do with a single wish. "It doesn't work like that," I said, more than happy to pop his little fantasy. "You already used your wish. It doesn't matter to the bracelet if it was granted or not. It still considers that your wish." "WHAT?" Chris gasped, "It can't do that..." "Sure it can," I snapped at him. "If you would have really read Uncle George's letter, you would have known that ahead of time. That bracelet is trouble. Big trouble." "Then we've got to get it back," Chris told me, "then we can find some way to turn you back to normal." "Don't you get it!" I screamed at Chris, grabbing my breasts and holding them up so he could get a better view, "I can't get back to normal. You already tried it. I'm stuck like this... STUCK!" Chris stared at me in horror, taking several steps backwards before turning and running out of the garage as fast as he could. I just stood there with my fists clenched tightly, glaring at the door. A part of me regretted yelling at Chris like that, but at the same time, it also made me feel a little better. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Damn," I muttered, looking down at myself again, this time without anyone else present. I couldn't resist running my hands over myself, feeling a strange mixture of curiosity and revulsion. Then I snapped out of it and reminded myself why I'd come to the garage in the first place. Chris was right...I had to get that bracelet back, even if it couldn't do me any good. Randal and his friends could still cause a lot of trouble with it, especially now that they've discovered what it could do. "I've got to get it back," I said, grimacing in determination. I took a deep breath, forcing myself not to think about my changed body but to focus on what was really important. Getting that bracelet out of Randal's hands. "Who knows what they'll do with it." As I left the garage I wished that I hadn't chased Chris off since I could use his help. However it was too late for that now and I would have to look for Randal and his crew by myself. And unfortunately I had no idea where they would have gone from here. I spent fifteen minutes walking around, looking for any sign of Randal or the bracelet and trying desperately to ignore the strange jiggling in my chest. Hell, it was hard not to think about the way my whole body moved differently, not to mention the way it felt, but I did my best. Then I found them, much more easily than I had expected. I was rushing down the sidewalk, nearly desperate to find them when I heard their voices off to the side. They were just standing there in someone's yard, partly hidden by a cluster of bushes. "Holy shit," Duck exclaimed, his voice verging on panic, "how the fuck am I going to carry this thing around? I can barely move." I moved closer for a better look and saw them all clustered around and laughing at Duck. Then I noticed that he had his pants pulled down and his cock hung all the way to the ground, at least 3 feet long and 6 inches wide. It was monstrous. He was struggling to move it around, though it was obviously too heavy and cumbersome for easy mobility. "I think you need a wheelbarrow," Tommy laughed, earning a glare from his brother. "You're the one who wished for the biggest dick in the world." "Maybe that should be your new name," Zeke grinned, "we should call you Dick from now on." "And to think," Tommy pointed out, "mom originally named you Duke." "Shut up," Duck snapped. "Oh shit," I whispered, realizing that they had obviously started using the bracelet to grant wishes. The fact that there was a pile of dollar bills right in front of Tommy showed that Duck wasn't the only one to make a wish. "They didn't waste much time..." "Fucking moron," Randal shook his head while Ricky nodded agreement and parroted the statement. "I know the perfect wish," Zeke grinned broadly, taking the bracelet from Duck and licking his lips eagerly. "Since we only get one wish, I'm gonna make one that will get me anything I ever want. I wish I was happy for the rest of my life." Suddenly Zeke began to grin broadly as a look of absolute delight and happiness appeared on his face. Then his expression changed slightly, still looking deliriously happy...but vacant. He just stood there with a blank look in his eyes and an idiotic grin, leaving no doubt in my mind that he wasn't all there anymore. "A magical lobotomy," I whispered, shuddering at the thought. "Hey, that's creepy," Ricky complained, backing away from Zeke. "Damn, he's fucking drooling," Randal snapped, pushing Zeke, who collapsed to the ground and continued to sit there with his idiotic grin, either not caring or even noticing what had just happened. "He's off in some kind of fucking la la land..." Duck just ignored Zeke, moaning to himself, "Why didn't I wish that Betty Jones would fall in love with me? Hell, why didn't I wish that I had a stripper for a girlfriend?" "Instead, you're stuck with a dick the size of a log," Tommy teased him. "Me, I've got enough cash to buy all the girls I want." "You wished for a big pile of cash," Randal snorted, looking at the money, "these are all ones. Shit, I bet you ain't got more than a couple thousand here." "That's not gonna go too far," Ricky nodded agreement, though he still eyed the cash greedily. I had a feeling that even though Tommy had been the one who wished for the money, Randal would be the one who kept most of it. I remained where I was, trying to keep watch without being seen. I wanted to charge in and demand that they give me back the bracelet, though I saw how well that worked the last time. Sure, Duck wouldn't be too maneuverable and Zeke looked completely harmless, but there were still three of them and only one of me, and I wasn't exactly much of a threat. At the moment my best...and perhaps only choice was to wait. "Maybe I can run in and grab it when they set it down," I muttered hopefully. "Is it my turn?" Ricky asked eagerly, "Can I make a wish now?" "Wish me back to normal," Duck told him, "or at least down to ten inches..." "Yeah, you can make a wish," Randal told Ricky with a thoughtful grin, "you can make one for me." "But what about my wish?" Ricky whined, "Everyone else got to make their own wishes." Randal just grabbed his shirt and snarled, "You want me to hurt you?" When Ricky shook his head desperately, Randal quietly told him something. I couldn't hear what he was saying from where I was at, at least until he snapped, "Got it?" "Not good," I grimaced, not sure if I should take the risk of charging in there or not. Before I could make up my mind, Ricky was already saying, "I wish Randal was the strongest guy in town." "WHAT?" Randal demanded, punching Ricky and knocking him to the ground, "I told you to make me the strongest guy in the WORLD, not the town." "I'm sorry," Ricky stammered, "I meant the world..." "Oh shit," I gulped, not liking the sound of either of those wishes. Not in the least. Just then I noticed that Randal looked bigger. He was taller and his clothes were beginning to stretch at the seams. He gasped in discomfort and began to grab at his clothes, which started to burst and tear, leaving only his pants to partially cover him. Then he looked down at himself and started to laugh in delight. "Not good," I gulped, "not good at all." Randal's transformation only took a minute, and when it was over he hardly looked like the same guy at all. He was now 6 foot 6 and heavily muscled, looking like some kind of bodybuilder. However he still had the same malicious look in his eyes and the sneer which made all the smaller kids run away. And with his increased size he could be a much more devastating bully than ever before. "Man, look at these," Randal laughed, flexing his muscles and showing off in front of his friends. "I'm HUGE. Shit, I feel like I could bench press a car or something." Then to demonstrate his new strength Randal grabbed Ricky's shirt and lifted the now much smaller boy off the ground using only a single arm. Randal barely seemed to be using any effort either, a fact which delighted him and scared me. "Holy shit," Duck exclaimed, "I wish I'd used my wish like that..." "Me too," Tommy agreed and a jealous nod. Randal dropped Ricky, then stood there and admired his new body with a wide grin. His eyes were lit up as he was probably thinking about all the things he could do with his new size and strength, or at least all the bigger people he could now push around. "I've got to try this out," Randal exclaimed with a broad grin, flexing his muscles again. With that Randal turned away from his friends and returned to the street. I had to quickly dive behind some bushes, crossing my fingers that he wouldn't see me. Fortunately he didn't, much to my relief. I didn't know what I'd do against him now that he was some kind of muscle monster. Hell, my transformed body wasn't strong enough to do much against him even before he changed. Ricky immediately ran after Randal, while the other three remained where they were. Duck tried following, but could only drag himself along very slowly while trying to carry his monstrous member. At the same time Tommy dropped to his knees and scrambled to pick up all the dollar bills that were piled up in front of him, while Zeke remained where he was, sitting on the ground with an idiotic grin on his face. I followed behind Randal and Ricky, keeping my distance and hoping that they didn't look back. After just a short distance they ran into some guy who was doing some yard work. Without any warning Randal attacked him, punching him several times and laughed as the man collapsed to the ground. "Shit," I grimaced, wishing that I'd kept a better eye on the bracelet. Of course I'd locked it up in the box, but if I'd hidden the box and the key both, then Chris couldn't have found them and none of this would have happened. "I've got to get it back before he causes even more trouble." Unfortunately getting the bracelet back wouldn't undo Randal's increase in strength, but it would prevent it from causing more problems like that. "Hey, I've got an idea," Randal exclaimed, suddenly grabbing the man he'd just beaten up and putting the bracelet into his hands, "repeat after me or I'll kick your ass again..." A few seconds later, Randal's victim was gasping, "I wish Randal was the ruler of the word." He stared at Randal with a look of terror, willing to do anything to be left alone. "YES," Randal began to laugh, then paused when he realized that nothing had changed. "Did it work? Why doesn't anything look different?" Then he glared at his victim for a moment before punching him in the face and storming off in a rage. "Good thing Uncle George warned me about that one or I might have been worried," I grinned, delighting in Randal's frustration. "Why the fuck didn't it work?" Randal demanded, "I know that shit didn't make another wish." Then he snarled, "That bitch must have been lying about giving everyone one wish. There's something else with it..." A few minutes later Randal walked past a house that had a group of people standing out in front of it. They all stared at him in surprise, a fact which made Randal smirk. But then one of the men in the group noticed me following a distance behind began to stare with a look of intense interest, which made me extremely uncomfortable. Unfortunately Randal noticed where the man was staring and turned to look back, spotting me immediately. "What the hell?" Randal exclaimed in surprise. "She's following us," Ricky added unnecessarily. I froze, more than a little tempted to turn and run away as fast as I could. But somehow I managed to stay where I was, though perhaps it was only because I was too afraid to move. I took a deep breath and decided to try confrontation again. "I want my bracelet back," I told Randal, sounding much more confident than I actually felt. Then I tried reason, "You've already used it so it won't do you any good to keep it." Randal slowly walked towards me and it was all I could do to stand my ground. "You sure don't want me to keep this," he said with a thoughtful expression, "I wonder why that is, if it really won't do me any good?" "Yeah," Ricky agreed from behind Randal, "why are you trying to get it away from him...babe?" "Because it might be able to change me back to normal," I lied. I sorely wished that it could change me back, but I couldn't focus on that at the moment. My focus had to be on getting the bracelet away from Randal. Randal smirked at me and clenched the medallion with an evil look in his eye before saying, "I wish you were completely and totally in love with me." I stood there for a moment, completely and totally stunned that he would try making a wish like that. And though my first impulse was to call him a sick bastard, I was quick enough to realize that this was an opportunity. "Wow," I said slowly, trying to keep a dreamy look on my face and the disgust out of my voice. "You sure are big and strong..." Randal puffed up, looking quite pleased with himself. "I knew they were lying about this thing. No wonder you wanted it back. It just needs to recharge or something before it can grant another wish..." "I'm sorry," I whimpered, "please forgive me..." I tried giving him those puppy dog eyes, hoping that he was so caught up in himself that he wouldn't notice that I was only acting. "Man, this is great," Ricky giggled from the side, "she's like, totally in love with you..." "You'll do anything I want," Randal grinned at me triumphantly, "won't you babe?" "Of course," I responded, slowly stepping towards him and moving as sexily as I could. Randal just stood there smirking, obviously delighted by how well everything was working out for him. He didn't suspect a thing as I came right up to him with a dreamy smile, then suddenly snatched the bracelet from his hand and turned to run. "What the fuck?" Randal gasped in surprise. It took him a moment to realize what I'd just done, then he immediately came after me. I hadn't even made it a dozen feet before he tackled me, sending me to the ground and causing the bracelet to fly from my hand. "You fucking bitch!" he snarled furiously. "Don't touch me," I screamed at him, "let me go!" Randal just turned me over so I was facing him, but he remained right on top of me, snarling down at me with a furious expression. I didn't know if he was more mad that I'd tried taking the bracelet from him or that I'd tricked him. "You fucking bitch," Randal spat, suddenly grabbing my shirt and tearing it open. "You wanna fuck with me? Fine...I'll gladly fuck you." And with that he reached for what was left of his pants and began to undo them. "LET ME GO!" I demanded with a rising panic, struggling to get away as hard as I could. Unfortunately it did little good and Randal only laughed at my efforts. "You're mine, bitch," Randal sneered at me, delighting in my helplessness. He grabbed one of my breasts and squeezed painfully, laughing as I screamed and tried to hit him. Suddenly something slammed into Randal and knocked him right off of me. I immediately scrambled back to my feet, only to realize that the something which had hit Randal was actually Chris. "Run!" Chris yelled at me. "Fucking punk," Randal snarled as he got back to his feet, quickly grabbing hold of Chris and punching him. "Run," Chris yelled at me again, wincing in pain as Randal knocked him to the ground and kicked him. "Kick his ass," Ricky cheered the bully. I was frozen for a moment, staring in horror as Randal kicked Chris again. Then I snapped out of it and grabbed the bracelet off the ground, slipping it onto my wrist so I wouldn't drop it that way again. Then I turned to start running away. However I couldn't just leave Chris like that. "Leave him alone," I screamed at Randal, returning his attention to me. And as soon as he saw the bracelet on my wrist, he remembered what this was all about and started coming after me instead. "Oh shit." I ran as fast as I could, with Randal following close behind me. He was quickly catching up to me in spite of the fact that I had a head start. "Give that back you lying bitch," Randal demanded, "I'm going to tear you apart!" Then Randal caught up with me and slammed me back to the ground. But before he could do anything more, Chris slammed into him again. Randal backhanded Chris, sending him flying, though my brother immediately picked up a rock and threw it. "Little bastard," Randal snarled furiously. I jumped to my feet and tried to kick Randal in the balls, but he turned and my foot missed its target. So instead of taking him down like I'd hoped, all I'd done was pissed him off. This time I was the one he hit and sent flying. My whole body hurt from that single blow and I was half afraid that I might have broken something. I quickly realized that nothing was broken, but I was sure as hell going to be bruised to the bone...if I survived this. And with the way Randal was acting, I wasn't going to count on that. Randal turned away from me to focus on Chris again. He was effortlessly picking my brother up and enjoying the look of terror on his face. The very fact that Chris was helpless against him only seemed to excite him and make him all the more cruel. I stared at Randal in horror, never having felt as small, weak and helpless in my entire life as I did at that moment. This boy, who had been about my own age and size, was suddenly a monster. He towered over me, a fact made even more extreme by my own transformation. And as much as I was afraid for myself, the worst part was that I couldn't do anything but stand there frozen as he terrorized my little brother. "Chris," I cried out in desperation, "leave him alone..." However Randal only turned to glare at me before focusing on Chris again, squeezing his arm painfully just because it hurt me to watch. For a moment I was completely and totally lost in how helpless I was to help either Chris or myself. Then I suddenly remembered that I wasn't completely helpless against Randal. I still had one thing I could do. I looked at the shiny bracelet around my wrist, grimacing as I remembered that I still hadn't made my wish. "I wish I was strong enough to take care of Randal," I exclaimed in desperation. As soon as those words left my mouth I could feel my body beginning to change again. I gasped as the powerful sensations of transformation once again rushed through my body, much as they had before. However, this time the changes were very different. My body began to expand, swelling larger until my clothes stretched at the seams...then beyond. Every muscle in my body surged, becoming harder and stronger. I gasped at the intense sensations which flooded my very being, not sure how to react to them. "What the fuck?" Randal demanded, turning to stare at me with a look of stunned disbelief. I let out a loud gasp as my body finished transforming, then I stood up straight, stunned to realize that I was actually taller than Randal now. I was now 6 foot 9 and seemed to be made of solid muscle. With a single look down at myself I could see that all of my muscles were prominent and very solid looking without being too bulky. My body was now extremely athletic looking, yet I didn't really look like a female body builder. Instead I was built more like a comic book super hero, like Wonder Woman or the She Hulk. "Randal's wish," I gasped in realization. He'd wished that I was a sexy woman, so no matter what else happened to me, I would still remain sexy. Even with my latest changes I was still quite a babe, perhaps even sexier than before, though I didn't really look at that as a plus. "What the hell did you do?" Randal demanded, obviously shocked by my transformation. "What do you think I did?" I snapped at him, holding up my arm so he could see the bracelet around my wrist, "I made my wish." Randal just stood there, staring at me with a grimace for a moment, obviously trying make sense of exactly how I had changed this time. He was angry, but I could see that he was now wary of me as well. Then he snarled, casually tossing Chris to the side and charged straight at me. "Gimme that bracelet," Randal demanded as he threw a punch at me. I saw Randal coming in time that I was able to block his punch and throw one of my own. I hit him straight in the face and sent him backwards with a bloody nose, which only made him all the more furious. He charged at me again with a howl of rage, hitting at me as hard as he could with both fists. His punches hurt a bit when they landed, but not as much as I would have expected. "Back off," I snapped at Randal, no longer intimidated by him in the least now that I saw I was strong enough to stand up to him. "Don 't make me hurt you." "Don't make me fucking laugh," Randal spat out, glaring at me before charging again. This time, instead of punching me, Randal grabbed hold of me and tried to force me backwards. I was ready, though, and started shoving back. Instead of punching and kicking, this became a contest of strength, with each of us trying to prove that we were stronger and more powerful than the other. To my amazement Randal began going backwards almost as soon as I applied some effort, and he looked as though he were giving it everything he had. "You're not stronger than me," Randal snarled, sounding more as though he were trying to convince himself rather than me. I just pushed him backwards, feeling more and more confident with every passing moment, "You're just a girl now..." "And apparently, a very strong one," I told him, suddenly shoving him to the ground. Randal jumped back to his feet and charged at me again, though I grabbed him and used his own momentum to send him flying. He hit the ground in a painful crash, then immediately got back up and launched himself at me again. But at the last moment he suddenly changed direction and grabbed Chris instead, picking my brother up with one hand and glaring at me with a smirk. "Give me the bracelet or I snap his neck," Randal demanded. I froze, staring at Randal in surprise. I knew he was a rotten little bastard, but I'd never thought he would be a murderer. But from the look on his face I didn't think he was bluffing. He was pissed off enough to do it. "Okay," I grimaced, knowing that I couldn't do anything else. Chris might have been a pain in the ass most of the time, but he was my brother and it was my job to look after him. Besides he as in trouble with Randal because he'd tried helping me. I reached for my wrist to remove the bracelet, but to my surprise, it was completely stuck. It was snug and comfortable around my wrist, but too small to fit over my hand. I'd obviously had no problem putting the bracelet on, but that was before I'd made my wish and grown larger. Now my hand was too big for the bracelet to pass over, leaving it firmly stuck on my wrist. "I can't get it off," I said grimly, sure that the only way to remove the bracelet was to cut the bracelet or cut off my hand. I had a feeling that the bracelet wouldn't be so easily cut and I had absolutely no intention of taking my hand off. "What?" Randal demanded, glaring at me suspiciously. "Dean?" Chris gasped as he stared at me, his eyes wide with fear and surprise. "It's stuck," I told Randal again, tugging on the bracelet to show him just how stuck it was. "Lying bitch," Randal spat, suddenly throwing Chris right at me. I caught Chris, but Randal was using my brother as a distraction as he charged right into the both of us. It was all I could do to turn my body so I took the brunt of the impact instead of Chris. Still it was enough to knock both of us to the ground. Randal followed up by kicking me in the ribs, then kicking at Chris as well, laughing cruelly the entire time. "Go get em," Ricky was cheering from a distance, delighted as always to see other people being picked up. I grabbed Randal's leg and threw him back away from me, then got back to my feet. And when he came at me again I grimaced, grabbed him and lifted him off the ground. It completely amazed me at just how easy it was to lift that much weight, though that was nothing compared to the delight I felt at hearing Randal scream in fear. "So, what should I do with you?" I demanded of Randal, trying to keep a good grip on him while he struggled to get loose. "Give him a spanking," Chris laughed, wincing in pain from all the bruises he'd been given. "He deserves a hell of a lot more than that," I said, body slamming Randal into the ground. "No," Ricky cried out, "get up man..." Randal winced, obviously hurting himself now. He got up and tried coming at me again, but I was able to throw him to the side, slamming him into a telephone pole. It was easy, and the longer the fight went on, the more obvious it was that I was a lot stronger than him. Sure, I was taller than him, but only by three inches. He bulged with muscle and looked a lot stronger than me, but that was deceptive. My wish made me stronger than him, but the wish he'd used on me ensured that I didn't really look it. No matter how big and strong I was, his wish made sure that it didn't interfere with my looking sexy. "You can't do this to me," Randal screamed at me, looking more than a little frustrated. His eyes were darting about wildly, as though looking for a way to escape me, or something he could use against me. He winced in pain from the bruises I had given him which was only fair because he'd given more than his share of them as well. "I'm gonna kill you..." A moment later Randal tried going after Chris again. This time though I got to him first. I roughed him up with a few good punches, and when he seemed to be about done, I did something that I knew would humiliate him to no end. I threw him down on the ground face first, then began spanking his ass with my bare hand. He struggled to get free, but he was tired and sore while I was stronger than him. "Yeah," Chris laughed in delight while Ricky stared on in disbelief. Then after taking a long look at Randal, the other boy turned and ran away while Chris called, "Chicken..." Just then I heard the sound of sirens from just down the street. It seemed that someone must have seen us fighting and called the cops. I cursed, gave Randal a swift kick in the ribs for good measure, then turned and hurried off as fast as I could, making sure to leave the sidewalk so the cops wouldn't immediately spot me. The cops arrived pretty quickly, though fortunately after I was already out of sight. Still I was close enough that I could hear what was going on a little, and I couldn't resist creeping back to catch a glimpse of what was happening as well. All the cops were staring at Randal, who was an almost naked, muscle-bound teenager. "You really spanked him," Chris laughed as he came up beside me. "Shhhh," I whispered, trying to remain hidden, which wasn't easy with my new body. Then as I watched Randal actually hit one of the cops, throwing him hard against the cop car. A moment later the second cop hit him with a tazer and dropped him to his knees. What I saw next could easily be described as police brutality as both cops proceeded to beat Randal with their batons and then handcuffed him. A few minutes later he was being hauled away in the back of the cop car. If it had been anyone else, I would have felt sorry for them, but this wasn't anyone else. This was Randal. Once the cops were gone I came out of hiding and stood there, realizing just how much I now stood out. I looked down at myself, at my radically transformed body. I shook my head, not sure what to make of my changes. In the space of a few hours I'd gone from being a teenage boy to being a hot and sexy babe that looked like a porn start, to being a towering amazon. And to top it off, the only clothing I had on were the rags of the outfit I'd burst right out of. "They'll arrest me for indecent exposure if they see me," I muttered, thankful that the cops hadn't seen me. Now I would have to get home without drawing too much more attention, which would be a real challenge. "I can't believe what you did to Randal," Chris exclaimed from beside me, "I mean, you really kicked his ass... How strong are you?" I looked down at Chris, stunned by just how small he now seemed to be. Of course I'd grown nearly a full foot in height, but knowing that didn't make it any less strange. Then I thought about his question and paled slightly. Randal had been turned into the strongest person in town, and I had become much stronger than him, so how strong did that make me? I might very well be the strongest person in the entire state now... and possibly more. "I don't know," I told Chris, feeling rather shaky as I thought about it. After taking a deep breath I looked down at myself again, realizing that I could have made much better use of my wish. I only had one, and I could have used it for so many better things that could have taken care of Randal and still been great for me in the long term. I could have wished to have Superman's powers, or to be able to make anyone do whatever I told them. Instead though I'd only used it to make myself into some kind of an amazon. "If I only had more time to think about it," I sighed, knowing that I'd done pretty good under the rushed circumstances. I'd taken care of everything I needed to at the moment, but I still regretted all the things I could have wished for but didn't. With a long sigh I thought about what a freak I had become. I wouldn't be able to go anywhere without people staring at me immediately, and not just because I was a total babe. I towered over just about everyone and knew that I would immediately be the center of attention, whether I wanted to be or not. Then again, since I was stuck as a girl, I'd much rather be tall and strong than small and weak. I didn't want to be a freak, but at least I'd be able to take care of myself. "And the bracelet," I mused, staring at it on my wrist. I gave the bracelet a halfhearted tug to see if I could get it off again, but it still wouldn't budge. It was as though it had decided that my wrist was the perfect place for it, and perhaps it was. With my new size and strength I was much better equipped to watch after it and make sure that no one else was able to misuse it. Now it was safe in my care and it didn't look like much of anything would be able to take it away. "At least I'll be able to keep it safe now," I tried consoling myself, even as I grimaced at the idea of never being able to take it off. And this way, no one else would be able to use it to cause trouble the way Randal and his friends had. I was damn well going to make sure of that. "I...I'm sorry," Chris said, distracting me from my thoughts. "I didn't mean for anything like this to happen. I didn't know you'd get changed like that..." He looked at me with a sincere anguish, obviously eaten up by the guilt. It meant even more that he had tried helping me, only to get beaten up for his efforts. I suppose it was one of those actions speak louder than words things. "Me too," I said quietly, knowing that it was partly my fault as well. I was the one who'd left the key where it could be found. If I'd hidden the key, and better yet, hidden the box as well, none of this would have happened. Chris never would have been able to steal the bracelet and Randal never would have gotten his hands on it. Chris stared up and me and gulped nervously, "Are you sure you can't wish yourself back?" I nodded at that. "Uncle George said that you can't undo a wish, even with another one. And trust me, when you made your wish, you convinced me that he was telling the truth. I'm going to be stuck like this for good." "Oh shit," Chris gulped, looking even more guilty. Then he forced a smile, "at least you can really kick butt now." "Yeah," I sighed, easily imagining people running away from me or cowering in fear that I'd beat them up. "Lucky me." Then I paused, suddenly imagining guys staring at me and drooling all over me, or worse yet, asking me out on dates. The very thought made my stomach knot up. That thought was even less pleasant than the idea of unintentionally intimidating everyone around me. "At least I'll be able to take care of myself," I muttered, deciding that maybe being able to easily intimidate people would be a good thing, at least as far as guys went. Chris just continued to stare at me for a minute with a strange expression before finally asking, "Man, what will mom and dad think?" "Oh shit," I gasped, my heart nearly skipping a beat. That was a problem that I hadn't even thought of until then. I gulped, knowing that there was no way my mom and dad would recognize me or believe what had happened. They didn't have the imagination to believe in such thins as magic, or to see beyond their own views. Uncle George knew this, which was why he didn't give them the bracelet to look after. There was no way they would believe the truth without a lot of proof, and even then they would probably have problems with it. "What are you gonna tell them?" Chris gasped as he realized just how big a problem that would be. "I don't know," I responded quietly, feeling more than a little nervous. "But you're gonna have to help me convince them that I'm me. I mean," I gestured down at myself, "if I just showed up at the door like this and claimed to be Dean, they'd probably call the cops. You'll have to prepare them a bit." Chris nodded, "I'll do my best." But I could tell from his voice that he was skeptical about them believing such a story too. I sighed and looked down at the bracelet around my wrist, knowing that it would probably be the only way to convince them of my identity. If it came down to it, I'd let one of them touch the bracelet and make a wish, which would prove part of my story. And if they happened to wish they knew where Dean was, that would solve a lot of problems. "It's okay," I told Chris with a reassuring smile, absently rubbing the smooth bracelet as I did so, "I have a secret weapon." My name is Dean Michael McKay, or more accurately now, Diane Michelle McKay, and I am the appointed guardian of the wishing bracelet. It is an immense responsibility, one which must be performed, and one which I am particularly qualified to fulfill. I did not ask for this burden, but I am prepared to face whatever challenges it brings. At the moment, I march to face my greatest challenge yet...proving my very identity. I cross my fingers and offer a prayer because I have a feeling that I will need all the luck I can get. THE END