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Timothy Reynolds hurried to meet his daughter Kelly at the mall. His ex-
wife refused to bring her to his apartment and visitation rights were
limited to brief encounters. Tim was not sure if that was legal, but
Lucy was probably in the right, as usual. She was an accountant, working
full time and he was an actor in search of a role.
Nothing gelled for Tim these days. He was lucky to scrape together enough
to pay for his one room flat. And was months behind in child support. He
could hardly argue that he deserved more time with Kelly. The bitterness
and the echoing of Lucy's accusations were refreshed every time a casting
agent said "Sorry, but we were looking for someone younger."
At 40, he was beginning to show signs that would only get more pronounced
- the graying hair, bags under the eyes (or was that from stress), the
slight paunch. George Clooney could afford Botox and a health club
membership. Not Tim Reynolds!
There she was! Kelly waved to him from the food court. As he approached
she said, "Hi, Daddy. How is the job search going?"
"Not so good, honey, but I have a chance at some voiceovers for a cereal
commercial next week."
"Daddy, you will get something really soon. You are the best actor ever. I
remember how you read me stories when I was little. You played every role
and I really like the one about Yorick."
Tim smile at his 'big girl' who was all of thirteen. He loved acting and
enjoyed performing Shakespeare, Stoppard and other classics to her as a
pre-schooler. She was a wonderful audience, attentive and uncritical. The
shows stopped after the divorce.
"Let's have a bite and you can tell me about school."
Kelly had just started junior high school and was somewhat anxious. As
they sat down to a feast of cheeseburgers, fries and coke, Kelly placed a
strange looking coin on the table between them. It appeared to be gold,
but of course that was impossible, and had strange symbols on it that
looked like arcane writing. Kelly stared at the coin, and then her father,
and then the coin.
"Honey, what have you got there?" Tim asked.
"It's a magic coin. The man in the bathrobe said it was. He knew my name
before I told it to him, because he is a wizard. He said it would grant me
one wish. So I gave him two weeks allowance." Kelly said with a nervous
shake of head. Her long blonde ponytail moved from side to side as she
expected her father to be upset for spending all her money. "I can fix
your problems with my wish," she added.
Tim was sad that she had been duped out of her money by a charlatan, but
touched at her devotion. He decided not to make an issue of the fraud,
focusing instead on the reality. "Sweetie, thank you so much, but I don't
need magic. I need a job that will pay me enough to help support you."
"I know, Daddy, and I will make that my wish. I wish that you had a job
that uses your acting skills and lets you be with Mom and me more."
The coin started to wobble, although it had been lying flat on the table.
It started slowly, then started to rock violently and then spun on its
edge. As it spun a light emanated from it that enveloped Tim. In the warm
glow of the coin's mysterious light, Tim felt himself growing warm. His
clothes seemed too hot for him, but also too loose and too scratchy.
Something made him want to take them off.
That was not necessary. The shirt was becoming a tent on him, his slacks
were two sizes too big, three, more! his shoes slipped off his feet as his
legs seemed to rise off the ground. Was he shrinking?
Of course he was. There was no mistaking it. His arms were tiny now, and
could not be seen from the tent his shirt made. His hair flowed over the
back of the tent, as long and blond as Kelly's. As he stood up, he tripped
over the long slacks that trapped his delicate legs, until they fell to
the ground around him. Kelly gasped and her eyes grew big.
"Oh my god, Daddy - the coin! It must have changed you into a little
girl. But why? It doesn't make any sense. What does this have to do with
an acting job?"
Tim was too dazed to answer. His shirt hung down on him like a dress. His
pants were laying at his feet, but seemed like a mountain that he would
have to scramble over to freedom. Tim looked himself over to comprehend
the scope of his changes. He seemed to be a foot shorter than Kelly (who
did not even measure five feet tall), blonde and fair complexioned. In
fact, just like Kelly when she was in second or third grade. His hair was
long, falling down his back nearly to his waist.
Across the room, a middle-aged man watched them with interest. He walked
over and introduced himself as Peter I. Groomer, Casting Agent. Mr.
Groomer was looking for young girls to model the back-to-school fashions
at the local department store. The stout man said, "From what I can tell,
you two have the maturity to follow instruction, and the cuteness that
other girls will want to copy in their wardrobe choices. Their parents
will want their daughters to dress like you. If your little sister looks
this good in a shirt, imagine what she can project in a dress. Look at
that face! What a cute expression. And most of the time, she just has to
follow directions and look cute. She's a natural, I tell you. The
department store is right here, so you don't have to worry that I will
take you someplace dangerous."
Kelly started to add things up. The funny man seemed straightforward and
sincere, and a little desperate. Maybe this assignment was not exactly
acting, but models needed to act "cute" or "natural" or generally to fake
their inner feelings behind the superficial appearance of emotions. As
dazed s her father was right now, he could not make a coherent decision.
But Kelly could not let this chance for work slip away. She saw the
department store display window across from the food court. It read, Catch
our Fall Fashion Show Today featuring Live Child Models.
"Mr. Groomer, my sister and I might be interested, but exactly what do you
want us to do, and what's in it for us? My parents are shopping here now,"
she lied, "and they keep a close watch on us. If we do this show they will
want to make sure that we get a fair deal."
Groomer replied, "That is a fair request. If you spend one hour wearing
four sets of clothes on the runway, the department store will give you a
gift certificate for $500. I am paid directly by the store so I don't need
to share the profit with you."
"One measly $500 certificate for both of us? I don't think so." said
Kelly, who used to beat her father at poker on a regular basis. " We want
a certificate for each of us, plus we get to keep the clothes we model.
You really need to fill these positions urgently, if the show is today and
you are still looking for models."
Groomer looked a bit nervous and countered, "I can see you are a sharp
negotiator. I'll give you two certificates and two sets of clothes each."
Kelly: "Two $500 certificates? and throw in the shoes."
Groomer sighed and said, "Agreed. What are your names?"
Kelly said, "I'm Kelly O'Shea and this is my sister Fionna."
Tim, bemused, had been listening to this conversation without expression,
but at this comment his jaw dropped. Kelly had used his ex-wife's maiden
name, which Lucy had resumed using after the divorce. Perhaps Kelly might
use it, but why would he need that name. Kelly raised her eyebrows at Tim
as if to say, I will explain later, and her strong, silent stare made him
hold his tongue.
"Find, fine," Groomer said. "We need to hurry over to the store to get you
outfitted in time for the show."
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