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Magic Box
By Adrienne K.
I looked at the box curiously. It was about the size of a shoebox and
made out of some sort of grey stone. The box itself wasn't what
intrigued me. On the top of the box was some sort of puzzle lock. The
pieces moved, but the former owner had no idea how to open it. For five
dollars, I figured it was worth finding out. The inscriptions on the
side were worn down, but even if they were clear, I had no idea what
they meant. They were written in some foreign language.
I picked the strange box up at a garage sale. On the weekend, I comb
through garage sales looking for rare antiques, old collectibles, and
vintage clothing. I started doing this with my dad as a kid, before he
passed away. It earns me a few hundred extra dollars a month in spending
cash. With eBay, it was even easier than ever. I used to have to send
items to auctions, haggle at antique shops and vintage clothing stores.
Now I just take a picture, throw it on eBay and wait for the auctions to
end. At age 35, I was making enough money at my job not to have to scrap
for extra cash, but I also enjoying searching for hidden treasures.
Out of curiosity, I wanted to unlock this box before I put it on eBay.
There might be other items inside I could sell separately. Plus, it was
Sunday evening and I didn't have anything better to do. I looked online
for any ideas, but found very little. Puzzle locks have been used for
who knows how long, and they all had their own method to open them. This
one had eight blocks on top that fit in holes to arrange into some sort
of order. The bottom of each block had a different shape but they all
fit into all of the holes the same way. I had to be careful, I didn't
want to break the lock mechanism and ruin the value. Not only could each
piece fit in all of the holes, but they could fit turned in any
direction.
By my math, there were 144 possible combinations, too many to try on my
own. I shined a small flashlight in each of the holes to try to get an
idea of what the right shape should be. I matched down to just 14
combinations. I gave up Sunday night and tried to match the combinations
on Monday after work. The 12th combination I tried did the trick. I head
a click, and knew I had it. I opened the lid and discovered the interior
of the box was more interesting than the outside. It was covered in the
same inscriptions as the outside, but they weren't worn down. In the
middle of the box was a pink crystal, about the size of a small fist
protruding from the base.
I was interested in what the crystal was in the box, it might be a
colored diamond or some other rare gem. In that case, I had a huge
fortune if I could get it out of the box without damaging it. As I was
trying to figure out how I could remove it from the box, it started to
glow. First dimly, then brightly. I tried to close the lid, but it was
stuck. A beam of light shot off the crystal into my face, and then the
light filled the room for a second. Then it was gone.
Before I could register what just happened, I spied a man sitting
comfortably on my couch. On closer inspection I realized he was very
short, perhaps 4 feet tall. He was wearing some kind of green pants and
a white tunic-like shirt.
"Ah, what the hell? Who are you, and where did you come from?" He sized
me up and down, and acted like it was completely natural for him to be
sitting there.
"That flash of light? You remember that, yes?" I nodded, confused at how
he knew English. "To answer your question, that first flash at you gave
me all the information I needed to communicate with you, and know who I
needed to talk to."
"Needed to talk to? What's going on?"
"Matt, I only owe you wishes. I can't just hand them out to everybody."
I looked at him, confused. "Oh, yeah, you didn't know. How do I explain
this to you?ok so about three thousand years ago I did something very
bad. I can't tell you what. My punishment was either die and have my
soul magically sent to a place worse than you can possibly imagine, or
forfeit my soul to become what you think of as a genie. But not quite a
genie. Once I grant a specific number of wishes, I will be released and
my soul will be freed."
I was about to ask how many wishes I got when he interrupted and
answered. "I only have three more wishes left. So if you use them, then
I'm free. But you seem like a good person, so I want to tell you not to
do it. Just close the box up. Scramble the blocks, and never open it
again."
"You're crazy, why would I give up the chance to make wishes?"
He responded calmly, but assertively. "You don't understand magic. It's
not as simple as you think. Magic is unpredictable and sometimes fills
in the details of your wishes in ways you won't like. Only the most
powerful magicians knew how to order their wishes and control the
results."
"So I just need to be careful." This wasn't a chance I was willing to
pass up. I figured I was a little smarter than people thousands of years
ago, forgetting that these people knew how to use magic, and we don't. I
started imagining all the things I would want to wish for.
"No, you can't be careful enough. And you can't undo a wish. Once it's
done, it's done. And it takes 24 hours for the magic to settle before
you can open the box again and make another wish. So if you wish for
something and then you end up not being able to get back to the box,
you'll be stuck that way until you can get back to the box. Please,
don't do this."
"Well let's say I wanted to make a wish, how do I do it?" I could tell
he was trying to avoid telling me, but the words came out.
"I have to tell you, so I'm going to. But once again, I'm asking you not
to make any wishes. You have to say 'I wish' and fill in all the
details. All of them. When you stop speaking, the wish is complete and
the magic will begin. After the magic completes the changes, I'll go
back in the box and the lid will close. You won't have to unlock it
again unless you mix the blocks up."
I thought for a minute and decided to give it a try. "Ok, I wish to win
the grand prize in the state lottery next time I play, and be the only
winner of the grand prize."
"No."
"No?"
"No. You can't wish for changes in the future or the past. Only the
present."
"Fine, I wish to be rich."
"Well, ok." And he sat there.
"I don't feel very rich."
"Why don't you check your bank account?"
I turned my computer on and logged into my account. Instead of the
checking account with a few thousand dollars, there was a checking
account, a savings account, and several investment accounts. The total
was about $50 million. I couldn't believe my eyes.
"You were lucky with that one. Nothing bad happened. Judging by the flow
of magic, your grandfather had a lot of money and assets that he left to
you in his will. The probate lawyer just transferred them to your
possession. You'll receive a letter from him in a couple of days. Now
you're rich, so please, stop." With that, he disappeared and the box lid
closed.
The next morning I called in to work and quit. I bought a Porsche. Cash.
I hired a real estate agent to find a nice house for myself. I figured I
was busy enough with enjoying my money to wait before I made another
wish. With the help of a sales clerk, I bought a new set of clothes to
wear out that night. It cost nearly $5000 by the time I was all done.
That was more than I made a month at my old job, but I wanted to go rub
elbows with the wealthy. My people. I had to look like I fit in.
I went to the most upscale lounge I knew of. There were lots of gorgeous
women. I looked at them. They looked at me, but I didn't seem to have
much luck talking to them. I mean, I carried on conversations, but the
women always drifted their attention to guys who looked more attractive.
I knew what my next wish needed to be.
I went home after the lounge closed and looked at the box. I knew what I
wanted. I opened the box. A brief flash of light and the short man
returned.
"Well, you look like you've been enjoying your money. Unfortunately, you
also look like you want to make another wish."
"Yeah." I thought about the guys who would swoop in while I was talking
to women and draw their attention away before I even knew what was
happening. "I wish to be really good looking. I want me people to notice
me everywhere I go."
"As you wish." He shook his head sadly and looked at me. Nothing
happened. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I looked
exactly the same.
"Nothing happened," I called out.
"Just wait. Some wishes take longer than others to take effect.
Remember, the magic takes 24 hours to settle. Trust me, it will happen."
I returned to the living room, but he was already gone, the box closed.
I decided to go to bed since it was already late, but I had trouble
going to sleep. I hoped the change would take place overnight and I
would wake up looking like those underwear models women always seem to
desire.
Next thing I know, an alarm is going off. I swung my arm out at the
sound of the alarm, trying to hit snooze. I made contact and the alarm
went silent. I was tired from my long night, and left my hand on the
alarm clock, anticipating it going off again. Then it occurred to me
that I hadn't set my alarm. I opened my eyes to see what time it was.
7:30. I noticed the hand on the alarm clock was small and slender, with
long nails. It was attached to a thin, tan arm. My first thought was
that the wish had worked and I already had women in my bed.
Then I realized the arm was mine. I jerked back and threw the covers
off. Long blond hair swept into my face. I brushed it aside and looked
at myself. Instead of my body, or a much more attractive male body,
there was a much shorter, much more tan, clearly female body. Long
slender legs, a flat stomach, and two perfect C cup breasts. I tried to
scream in shock but the voice that came out was high pitched.
I leapt out of bed and looked around. I wasn't in my apartment, at least
not how I remembered it. It was a small, rundown apartment like the one
I had rented by the university in grad school. It was decorated in a
very feminine way. I found the bathroom, flipped on the light, and
looked at my reflection in the mirror. A gorgeous young woman stared
back at me, naked except for a pair of lacy pink boyshort panties.
At first, I thought I was dreaming. But then I remembered the wish. I
had wished to be good looking. It had made me a young woman. Thoughts
started to enter my head. My name was Carrie, I was a 22 year old, and a
senior in college. I had class to go to in the morning. It occurred to
me it would be a good idea to get ready for school and get to class.
I turned on the shower, and waited for it to get warm. I shed the
panties and stepped into the shower. It was a different feeling having
the water cascade down my smooth body. I decided to explore this body. I
lightly pinched a nipple, feeling tingles. My hand slid down to my new
pussy. I rubbed the clit, feeling myself becoming warm. I penetrated
myself with a single finger, sliding it in and out. It felt good, but in
a different way than I had come to expect as a man. I slid in another
finger, and sped up the movement. I could feel powerful waves of sexual
energy running through my body, building more and more. I was moaning
softly. It finally exploded, making me scream in ecstasy and shudder. I
pulled my hand away, and leaned against the shower walls. After a couple
of minutes it faded, and I finished my shower.
I dried off, and for some reason decided I should put lotion on my legs.
After my skin absorbed the lotion, I went to the closet to see what
kinds of clothes I had. It occurred to me at that moment I was going to
go in public with this body, and I didn't want to wear anything too
revealing. I selected a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. I went to the
dresser to find some underwear. I picked out a pair of cotton panties
and slid them on. They were snug against my perfectly round ass.
I pulled the jeans on, which took more effort than I had expected. They
were tight against my ass and thighs, but I had to admit they looked
good. I was about to put the shirt on when I remembered I needed a bra.
I picked out a plain white one, and fumbled to get it on. Finally I got
it to sit right, and took a moment to get used to wearing it. I pulled
the tight shirt over my head and adjusted my breasts in it. I was
dressed casual, but still looked hot.
I threw on a pair of trainers and went back to the bathroom. I looked at
the make up. It seemed like a good idea to put some on. I don't know
where the thought came from, but it seemed like a natural thing to do. I
put on light make up, applying it like I had been doing it for years. I
brushed out the long hair, and decided that was enough.
I realized I needed keys, and probably had a purse. I found it on the
kitchen counter. I grabbed it, found my keys and left for my first day
as a woman.
I spent all day trying to act as normal as I could, trying to avoid the
stares of men and act friendly with people I came to realize were my
friends who were Carrie's friends. Night came, and I tried to figure out
how to get back to being myself once I could make another wish.
Finally the moment came. Wearing a pair of pajama bottoms and a cami, I
sat in a chair in the living room with the box in front of me. I opened
it, and after the flash of light the short man appeared standing in
front of me.
"Well, you certainly must have been turning heads all day."
"Shut up," I angerly snapped back.
"Hey, I told you magic works in unpredictable ways. You asked to be
attractive. You got your wish. You didn't qualify how, so magic filled
in."
"So how do I undo this?"
"You can't," he replied nonchalantly, "wishes can't be undone. The best
thing you can do is enjoy your new body and your money, which, by the
way, you are fortunate to have kept into this new reality.
Unfortunately, however, it's in a trust and you can't touch it until
you're 25."
"Is there a way for me to at least wish myself back to being a man?"
"There might be. However, I'm not allowed to suggest wishes, only grant
them. If you wish to be a man, well, you never know what you would end
up with."
I realized I needed to be more careful with this final wish, and
carefully craft the next one.
"Fine, I'll have to think about it."
He shook his head again. "Think about not making the wish. You could
make things much worse for you. But if you're done, just close the box
and I'll disappear again."
I slammed the box shut and went to bed.
The next day was pretty much just like the last. I spent the day
learning about my life as Carrie, which really wasn't that bad, except
it wasn't my life. I thought about how to wish myself back to myself, or
at least something close. I decided I would just wish myself to be a
famous actor. Couldn't go wrong being a guy like that.
I opened the box, and following the familiar flash the short man
appeared.
"I take it you think you have a way out of this."
"Yes. I wish I were Brad Pitt."
"Sorry. You can't wish to be somebody else. It's a complicated rule, so
I'll spare you the details."
I was getting angry with the wish-granter. "Fine, I wish to be a man
exactly like I was two days ago, and with all of my memories."
"No."
"No???"
"That's the same as undoing a wish. You can't do that."
I was getting frustrated, and my new feminine emotions were working
overtime. Then I blurted out, "Oh I wish I could just live my life and
forget I had ever found that stupid box."
He smiled calmly and added, "Now that's the best wish I think you could
make."
I realized what I had just done. "Hey, I didn't mean that. That wasn't
my wish."
He shrugged and simply said, "Sorry, rules are rules. You opened the box
and made a wish. I have to grant it. And since that's the last wish for
me, even if I could undo it there's no more wishes for you to make. At
least this way you won't have to remember a different life." Then he
added, "It's been a pleasure, Carrie. Enjoy the rest of your life."
I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I was stuck like this forever.
The short man faded away, the box closed, and then faded away.
Suddenly I was snapped out of a daze at the sound of my cell phone
ringing. I grabbed it off the coffee table and answered it.
"Hey Carrie, it's Andrea."
"Hey Andrea."
"So some of us girls are going to Blue Bar to go dancing in a little
bit, do you want to come?"
"Ooh of course!!" I exclaimed. "I hope there's cute guys there." We both
giggled.
"Well hurry up and get ready, we're meeting at Kelly's in a couple of
hours."
"Ok I'll see you there."
An hour later, I was leaving to go dance, drink, and meet guys. I was
wearing a tight denim miniskirt that left my legs, and almost my ass,
exposed. I was wearing my favorite pair of black heels and a matching
low cut black top. Underneath, a lacy black bra and boyshort panties.
You know what they say about wearing black underwear.
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