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This is the fifteenth story in my Legacy Universe though like the others it is a stand alone story which can be read alone. However, I would recommend reading the Infiltrator before reading this one as it provides some useful background information. With a Golden Staff By Morpheus It was a dark night with only a sliver of moon to light the way which was perfectly fine by me. As far as I was concerned, the darker it was out the better. In fact I silently cursed the damn street lights for taking away the nice dark shadows. In my profession it paid to work in the dark as often as possible. I scowled in impatient annoyance, scratching my cheek which was rough with stubble since I hadn't shaved in two days. Maybe tomorrow. Then I glared at my current 'partner' Scuff...the source of my annoyance. "You sure there's no one there?" I demanded of Scuff, who only nodded a little too energetically. The man was skinny...too skinny. And he was jittery as Hell which kept getting on my nerves. But what could you expect from a damn meth head? "No way man," Scuff assured me, though he wasn't really very reassuring. "I mean, yeah, I'm sure. I swear Caleb, I checked." I nodded at that and turned my attention back to the reason I was here in the damn suburbs in the middle of the fucking night. It was a house much like any other, though there were a few things about it which drew my attention. Specifically the old lady who owned it had up and croaked last week and her family was holding an estate sale tomorrow. That meant the house was completely and totally empty, but her shit was still there. "C'mon," I told Scuff, going to the back of the house where it was darker and we were less likely to be spotted by nosey neighbors. "Keep a look out..." With that I held a small blanket I'd brought against a window to muffle the sound and then broke it with a rock. I quickly climbed inside while Scuff followed close behind. We'd worked together a couple times before so we knew the routine. Look for cash, jewelry, and other shit that might sell quick and get out as fast as possible. "You take the downstairs," I told Scuff, "I'll go check upstairs." "Sure thing Caleb," Scuff nodded. I paused to eye him in the dark for a moment, knowing that this was simple but still not trusting him to not fuck it up. Then with a sigh I turned and hurried to the stairs, knowing that it was too late to regret bringing him in on this. The house was dark inside, and though I liked it dark outside it was a pain in the ass while I was trying to actually work inside. Unfortunately I knew I couldn't turn on the damn lights or some nosy neighbor might get suspicious. Instead I had to rely on a flashlight and avoid aiming it anywhere near a window. I went straight for the bedroom, knowing that was where most chicks kept their jewelry...even the old ones. I just hoped she didn't have a safe or something. I quickly found a bedroom as well as a jewelry box. I didn't even bother checking to see what was in it before I just dumped its contents into the backpack I'd brought with. Ten minutes after breaking the window I was ready to go. If I stuck around and kept looking I could probably find more valuable stuff, like where she'd probably hidden her cash and best jewelry. But I'd already been busted once by the cops and had no intention of getting caught again. I figured the best way to avoid that was to just get in and get out fast. Getting too greedy would only get me caught. Unfortunately Scuff didn't share my views. While I was getting ready to leave the idiot was digging through the old ladies medicine cabinet for drugs to either use or sell. Probably to use. I hated working with addicts though sometimes there was no choice. I needed someone to watch my back and to help haul the shit out. "C'mon," I hissed at him, "hurry the fuck up or I'll leave you..." Of course I didn't really want to leave him behind. Normally I wouldn't care if the meth head got stuck behind bars, but if he got caught here he'd immediately blab to the cops about my involvement and I sure as Hell didn't want that. "Get your ass moving..." It took three more minutes to get Scuff going and out the door. Every minute we were delayed because of him only made me all the more annoyed. If I got caught because of him I swore I was gonna kick his ass from here to next Friday...and then I'd throw in the weekend for good measure. Once Scuff and I finally got clear I let out a sigh of relief. Scuff just shook his head. "Man, we shoulda stayed... Did you see that TV...?" "Yeah," I nodded, "but how the Hell would we have gotten it out? Carry it out the front door where all the neighbors could see us?" Scuff grumbled and complained, but I just ignored him. Instead I focused on looking at our take and then splitting it up. Of course I made sure to give myself just a little more than I gave him, though I did leave him with some of the flashier jewelry, so he'd think he was getting the better end of the deal. Meth heads could be pretty damn paranoid at times, though admittedly Scuff seemed to be having one of his better nights. "So," Scuff said with a sly grin as he grabbed his share, "got anything else planned soon? I could use the cash..." "Can't we all?" I muttered. "No... Nothing now... But I hear Rico might be looking for some guys..." "Cool," Scuff nodded, then turned and hurried away much to my relief. I was glad to have him out of my hair. He might be useful at times, but I couldn't stand the bastard. Once Scuff and I went our separate ways, I went straight back to my apartment. It was a small shit hole with rats and roaches, but it was all mine. At least it was my place as long as I paid that asshole landlord on time. And after tonight, I'd probably have enough rent money to let me keep it for another month. "Home shitty home," I sighed as I came through the door, tossing the bags with my take from the night into the corner. I'd take the stuff to a fence tomorrow. Then I locked my door behind me, using the chain and the dead-bolt as well, to make sure it was damn good and locked. I wasn't the type to appreciate the irony of someone busting into my place to rob me. A minute later I was in the bathroom taking a piss, thinking about my take tonight and wondering why I'd brought Scuff. Of course I knew the answer. He might be a dumb ass meth head...but he did have a car. Someday I was gonna have to get myself another one of those. I quickly finished my business, then washed my hands at the sink, glancing up at my reflection in the mirror above it as I did so. I looked the same as always with shaggy dark blonde hair that was nearly brown and with several days worth of unshaven stubble. It was a young man's face, since I was 22 years old and I'd been told I would be handsome if I bothered cleaning up. And though it couldn't be seen from the mirror, I was 6 foot 1 and pretty lean. My name is Caleb Brooks, and it should be pretty obvious from my activities tonight that I wasn't exactly a law abiding citizen. I wasn't a cheap thug though. I didn't mug old ladies or knock over convenient stores. Of course I certainly wasn't a bank robber or master thief either. Instead I just robbed places when no one was home. There was no violence and much less risk. My life hasn't always been like this, though sometimes it was hard to remember ever having been much different. Back when I was a kid, I had a normal family with parents who believed in honesty and hard work. However that life ended the day my mom died. My dad started drinking after this. That resulted in him losing his job and turning even more to the booze. Well, one thing led to another and here I am today. What can I say? Life sucks, but it's better than the alternative. When I got back to my living room, I sat down on my beat up old couch and reached under it for my stash of weed. I definitely needed to kick back and relax a bit so this was exactly what I needed. The only thing to make this better would be to get laid as well as stoned. Unfortunately my last girlfriend not only left me a couple months ago, but the bitch also ran off with my car and all my cash. It didn't take too long before I was feeling nice and mellow, thanks to some pretty good weed. For the moment at least I was able to forget all about the people I owed money to and the job I was planning tomorrow night. For now, all I had to do was sit back and chill. -------------------- I crouched down in the darkness and I surveyed the area before me, doing my best to ignore the damp cold. I glanced up to the faint sliver of moon before taking a deep breath. It was time. "Now," I muttered, springing into motion. Seconds later I was scrambling up and over a chain link fence with the ease that only comes from a lot of practice. Fortunately this particular section of fence was in pretty bad shape and all the barb wire which surrounded the rest of it had long since fallen away. It only took me moments more to get clear of the fence and into the self storage lot on the other side. This was an old self storage lot with all of the units being like little garages. They each had a pair of double doors facing the drive path for easy car access and each set of doors was locked with a padlock. Newer self storage places had built in locks which were much harder to break. These things could be taken care of with a good pair of bolt cutters...which I just happened to have with me. I wasn't looking for just any self storage unit though. I had it on good authority that most of the newer ones had actual alarm systems wired in, though the oldest section of units were given very little security attention beyond the barb wired fence. It was for one of these that I was going...a very specific one. A 'friend' of mine happened to work at this place and told me about the lack of security in the older section as well as about this particular unit. All he wanted in exchange was half of whatever I happened to get. Apparently this particular unit had a bit of a reputation among the employees of this place, because the rent on it had been paid automatically on the first of the month for the last fifteen years. Yet during all that time, no one had ever been seen actually going to the unit. And then a couple months ago the payments abruptly ceased. Now the company who owned the self storage were going to put the contents of that unit up for auction next week. "I hope this is worth it," I muttered, hating to waste my time on such an unsure thing. My 'friend' had no idea what the contents of the unit actually were, though apparently the employees all thought it was valuable artwork. It only took me a moment to cut through the padlock and then I was in. I stepped into the storage unit and pulled out my flashlight for a little extra light. I wouldn't use it in the open where the light would give me away, but inside the storage unit was another matter entirely. I took a long slow look around the room and blinked in surprise and even a bit of confusion. I wasn't quite sure what all this was yet, but I didn't think it was artwork. There were several large old chests and foot lockers. There was what looked like a guillotine. And there were various odds and ends from a pair of matching iron maidens to what looked like a lumberjack saw. "What the fuck?" I scowled, wondering what kind of crazy person must have left this shit here. However I wasn't about to just give up on finding a worthwhile score just yet. I began looking around more closely, opening up some of the chests and taking a look inside. There were a lot of clothes, but there were also some posters. Posters showing a picture of a female stage magician called the Astonishing Anabelle. "A magician," I snorted. That's what this stuff was. It was a room full of magic tricks. Normally I had a rule about keeping my jobs to under ten minutes if possible, though I was making an exception here. There wasn't all that much chance of someone coming by and catching me this time, not like in a house with neighbors who might notice something. I didn't exactly take my time searching through all this crap, but I did take a bit longer than I normally would have. All I was finding were flashy clothes and old stuff for magic tricks. That might have been worth something to a magician, but it was completely worthless to me. For a brief moment I actually thought I'd found a box of jewelry and began getting excited...until I took a closer look and saw that it was all just costume jewelry. It looked gaudy and expensive at first glance, but it was just cheap junk that wasn't worth crap. A fence would have to be both blind and stupid to even give me five bucks for it all. But then I found something of interest. I was about to give up and leave empty handed, when I noticed the iron maiden was actually locked shut with a padlock. I quickly cut it open and took a look inside... just in case. It had all the spikes on the inside just like they were known for, but it also had something else inside. It was a staff. The staff was just a little more than 5 feet tall and the light from my flash light gleamed off it revealing a golden surface. The whole staff looked as though it were made of solid gold...the real stuff and not the fake stuff they used in costume jewelry. However after the disappointment of the costume jewelry I wasn't about to get my hopes up this time. I reached inside the iron maiden to grab the staff, being very careful not to brush my hands against the sharp looking metal spikes. As I pulled the staff out, I let out a faint sigh of disappointment. If this had been real gold the staff would have been heavier than this... WAY heavier. This felt more like it was made of plastic or aluminum with just a thin coat of gold coating over the top just for looks. "Fuck," I exclaimed in annoyance. Then I turned my attention to the gem on the head of the staff. It was perfectly smooth and round, about the size of a golf ball and looked dark until I held the flashlight up to it and saw that it actually looked purple in color. It could be amethyst, but I had no idea. The gold metal staff itself looked to like a single piece with the gold metal seeming to have been melted up with thin bits of the gold coming up and wrapping around the purple gem and holding it firmly in place. Three other gems decorated the staff as well. The round purple one sat at the very head of the staff, but the other three were on the side, sitting at different distances from the top, though all were within 8 inches of the purple one. They were small ovals a little less than an inch across as well, though they all looked like different gems. One was green and looked like an emerald, one was white and sparkly like an opal, and the last was a deep red like a ruby. I scratched all three of these gems with my fingernail, proving that they weren't plastic, though I couldn't verify whether they were actually genuine or not...especially with just a flashlight for light. I'd need better light to check this thing out though it looked like it was probably the most valuable thing in the whole fucking place. "It looks like this is it," I spat out angrily. "Damn." "I couldn't believe that I was actually busting in for what could probably turn out to be nothing, while my 'partner' was nowhere to be seen. Of course that was why he'd brought me in, rather than just cutting the lock himself. He wanted to make sure he had an alibi for tonight, while I took care of this. But it still pissed me off that he'd get half while I did all the work. "Half of nothing is still nothing," I reminded myself. Of course, even if the gems on the staff did turn out to be the real thing, there was no reason I actually had to tell my 'partner'. But then again, I reminded myself that there was one reason. There could be an anonymous tip about this break in to the cops. Sometimes it really paid to let your partner think they were getting the better end of the deal, though I could worry about that once I found out if this was worth shit or not. Since this staff seemed to be the only thing of even any potential worth that I was going to find, I decided it was time to go. I'd already overstayed my welcome and my normal time limits. I quickly wrapped the staff up with some of the clothing I'd found, since it wouldn't do to be seen running around with something like this, then I left the storage room and ran for the fence with the staff firmly in hand. When I reached the other side of the chain link fence I looked around nervously, afraid that someone else might have seen me. Then I saw a shadow passing over the sliver of moon and my heart nearly jumped into my throat. It might be a bat...or it might be one of THEM. Cops were a pain in the ass that everyone who worked outside the law knew to look out for. There were the crooked cops who would look the other way if you properly greased some palms. There were the overzealous ones who took it personally if you broke the law on their watch and who wouldn't hesitate to beat the crap out of you to 'teach you a lesson'. And then there was the extremely rare straight and narrow cop who followed every rule to the letter. Once you knew what kind of cop you were dealing with you had an idea of what to expect. I didn't like cops, but I could deal with them. Super heroes on the other hand scared the shit out of me. Those people weren't exactly normal, so who the Hell knew how they thought. I mean, some schmuck suddenly develops powers and then he immediately puts on some sort of spandex fetish gear that no one in their right mind would ever wear in public, then he goes out and starts 'fighting crime' regardless of the fact that he's got no fucking idea what he's doing or any real reason to stick his nose in other people's business. Truth be told, I think most of those developed costume freaks got their powers and then go on some sort of mega power trip. I mean, it's not about doing good deeds regardless what crap they try telling you. It's about showing off how powerful they are now and trying to convince themselves that they're really a good person who deserves the power. I know a guy who likes to go out beating up on bums, not because he hates bums, but just because he can. It gives him a feeling of power and control. The bums can't fight back and since they're just bums the cops don't really care. A lot of these so called heroes remind me of that kind of bully, though they choose criminals instead of bums. We don't have the power to fight back and just because we are criminals the cops just don't care. I know another guy who got caught doing a little breaking and entering a couple months back by some super chick. She knocked half his teeth out and broke his jaw in two places with a single punch. A cop might get in trouble for using excessive force, but not super bitch. And since they wear those costumes and masks they can do whatever they want without having to face the consequences. It kind of scared me to think that someone with the power to throw cars around might someday come after me. It just didn't seem fair. I mean, someone with super powers against a normal guy like me... The very thought nearly made me fill my pants which was why I was glancing around nervously just in case one of THEM was around. "Just a damn bat," I sighed in relief a moment later when no one flew down from the sky to jump me. With those super freaks you never knew when one might be flying right over your head or spying on you with X ray vision or something. I felt disgusted with myself for acting like such a chicken shit with just the vague possibility of a developed being around. I shook my head and continued heading home as fast as I could, trying of course not too be seen. The moment I got back to the shit hole I called a home, I locked the door behind me and let out a sigh of relief. Now that I was back where it was safe I could relax and get a better look at the staff I'd found. "You'd damn well better be worth something," I told the staff in annoyance. Especially after all I'd been through tonight. And besides, I could really use the cast. I'd already fenced the stuff from last night and only got a fraction of what it was actually worth for my effort. However it was enough to finish paying my rent this month, though still not enough to pay the guys I owe 'protection' money to. The staff might not be solid gold like I'd wish, but I still hoped it was worth something. I absently tossed the staff onto my couch then went to grab a cold beer from the fridge. After gulping down about half the can I returned my attention to the little keepsake I'd found. It certainly looked like real gold and if I hadn't picked it up and felt how light it actually was I might make the mistake of thinking it was solid. Too damn bad it wasn't. If it was solid gold I'd be a rich bastard right about now. Now that I had more light available than in the storage room I took the opportunity to get a better look at the gems. I rubbed the apparent ruby with my shirt to clean it off a bit and then held it up to the light. It gleamed with a deep rich red that made me lick my lips in greed. I was no gem expert, but I was reasonably sure that this was indeed a real ruby. I quickly polished the apparent emerald and opal to similar effects. They all looked like the real thing to me. After admiring the three smaller gems for a minute I finally turned my attention to the larger purple one on the head. I wasn't sure what kind of value amethyst or whatever it was might actually have, but I was crossing my fingers as I began to clean and polish it with my shirt. It was then that something strange started to happen. The purple crystal actually began to glow. It was faint at first, but quickly grew brighter. Suddenly the whole damn staff was yanked from my hands and flung itself into the air. The staff stopped a short distance away from me, standing straight up in the air. The bottom of the staff was a couple inches off the ground and absolutely nothing seemed to be holding it there. "Holy shit," I blurted out as I jumped to my feet, not sure what the Hell was going on. The purple gem on the staff continued to glow and then I began to glow as well. A strange glow formed around my body and then I felt an even stranger sensation rush through my body. This lasted only for a moment before it went away along with the glow...but I now felt extremely odd. My whole body felt wrong. I looked down at myself and let out a gasp of shock. "What the fuck?" I was wearing completely different clothes...a violet suit of some sort in fact. But more importantly, I had two large bulges pushing out from my chest. I immediately grabbed at the two protrusions, only to discover that they sure as Hell felt like part of my body and not some sort of fake padding. And at the same time, I noticed my hands had changed as well. They looked like girl hands with long painted fingernails. "WHAT THE FUCK?" I demanded again, this time with a strong note of panic. I quickly looked back at the staff again only to notice a ghostly image was forming beside it. It looked like an old woman, though I could see straight through her. Suddenly I remembered the old stories of rubbing the magic lamp and having a genie pop out. "Are you a genie?" I demanded, unsure of what else to say. The ghostly old woman just stared at me for a moment before sue burst out laughing. "No," she told me with look of amusement, "but you are." Then the ghostly old woman gestured and the world suddenly exploded around me. I felt a strange tearing inside me and then everything vanished around me, only to be replaced by a violet haze. That quickly faded away and I saw that I was now standing in a strange room where the floor and walls were all made of the same purple crystal as was in the staff. "Where the Hell am I?" I demanded, noticing from my voice and a quickly look down that I was back to my normal self. "What the fuck are you?" I looked around and saw that the room was completely round and had absolutely no doors or windows. There wasn't even any furniture. The entire room was completely empty, except for me and the ghostly old woman who no longer looked ghostly at all. She now looked like normal flesh and blood. "I want some damn answers," I told her, getting angry to keep control over my growing fear and confusion. "That is precisely what I am here for," the old woman told me with a faint smile. "To start with, I am a ghost. And since I am a ghost I see no reason why I should continue looking like I did when I died." With that the old woman began to shimmer. A moment later she looked quite a bit different. She now looked like a very pretty blonde girl in her twenties and was wearing an old fashioned outfit...one which probably would have been considered sexy and revealing...back in the 60's. "As I said," the now attractive young woman said as she turned around to show off her new body, "I am your guide. I am here to answer your questions about the staff and give you the benefit of my knowledge and experience. This," she gestured to the room around us, "is a place within the staff where I brought you so we can chat." I just stared at her for a moment with my jaw dropped open. This just didn't seem possible. I grimaced and shook my head, then demanded, "So what the Hell is going on?" The woman just stared at me for a moment before saying, "You've never heard of the Staff of Isis." It was a statement and not a question. "You truly have no idea of what you've gotten yourself into..." She shook her head and gave an exasperated sigh. "That's going to make this more difficult." I just crossed my arms. "So tell me already." "I will," she assured me, "just be patient please. To start with, my name is...was Margarette. However I am better known by my professional name..." Suddenly she was engulfed in a dramatic puff of smoke and when it cleared she'd transformed again. She looked like a completely different woman now, though even more beautiful. She now had raven black hair and was wearing a violet tuxedo which came with a matching top hat. "The Astonishing Anabelle," she exclaimed, taking off her top hat and bowing in a dramatic swoop. I recognized her now. This was the woman on all the posters I'd found in the storage locker. "You've heard of me?" "Sort of," I responded meekly. The Astonishing Anabelle just grinned at my comment, though I doubt she'd be doing so if she knew about the fact that I'd just robbed her. For some reason that kind of thing tends to make people a bit unhappy with you. "Let's start with the basics," Anabelle said thoughtfully, "the staff you found is a very powerful magic item known as the Staff of Isis." Then almost to herself she continued, "But honestly, I don't think the goddess Isis has anything to do with it. I just think one of the previous owners slapped the name on it, thinking that it sounded impressive." "Okay, so I found a magic staff," I snorted sarcastically, trying to hide my confusion. "How much is the damn thing worth?" "It's priceless," Anabelle said, giving me a bit of a glare. "It has the power to perform miracles. The power to grant wishes." "So it can give me three wishes," I said thoughtfully, not quite ready to laugh her off after seeing the weirdness going on so far. "Just like a genie..." "Three wishes...a day," Anabelle corrected with a smile. Then as I stared at her in disbelief, she continued, "Once it's awakened and active it can perform great magic three times before it goes dormant and has to rest. It's very powerful and very versatile, effectively granting your wishes...though it does have a lot of limits. One of these is that the more power you use during these three times, the longer it has to rest before you can use it again. If you do three small things it may be ready to use again later that day. If you do three big things it may take days...sometimes even a couple weeks after some really big uses. But most of the time it's ready for use again less than a day later." "Since you seem so fond of the genie analogy," Anabelle said, sitting back into a chair that hadn't been there a moment before, "let me explain it another way. You can think of the Staff of Isis as a magic genie lamp. Just because you have a magic lamp that doesn't mean you can make your wishes right away. First you have to rub the lamp to summon the genie. Only then can you actually make your wishes. But imagine that in this case, once you summon the genie he can't go back into his lamp until you've made your three wishes. Until you do, he'll just follow you everywhere. Then once you make your wishes he goes back into the lamp to rest. But this genie gets tired from granting your wishes. If you wished for something small he doesn't get too tired and will be ready to come grant more wishes before long. But if you wished for some big things he gets exhausted and needs to rest for a lot longer." "You're pulling my fucking leg," I gasped. Anabelle frowned, "Please don't keep using profanity around me. It's quite rude. And no...I'm not joking." "So I just rub this staff and you pop out to give me three wishes," I snorted, eying her suspiciously, "I thought you said you weren't a genie." "I'm not," she let out a sigh of exasperation. "I'm just a ghost now. The genie explanation was just an analogy...though a good one. You could also think of the staff as being like a gun." Suddenly an old fashioned revolver appeared in her hand, though she didn't point it at me. Instead she opened it up to show me that it was empty. "You can't shoot it until it's loaded first. Then you have to make sure the bullet is in the chamber and it's cocked. Now you get three shots before you have to stop, reload and do the whole thing all over again." "If you're really looking for a genie," Anabelle told me with a faint chuckle, "the closest thing it has is you." "Me?" I blinked in confusion. "Perhaps I should explain," Anabelle said, shifting position in her chair. A lit cigarette suddenly appeared in her hand and she took a drag. "When someone awakens the staff...when they activate it for the first time after the death of its previous owner...which was me by the way..." Anabelle gestured at herself and continued, "Then they become the new owner. They become bonded to the staff until their death...and beyond." She gave me a steady look. "This means that you are now the owner of the staff and the only one who can use it until you die. When you do eventually die, your soul will be trapped in the staff just as mine is and then it will be your turn to act as a guide for the next owner." "So I'm the only one who can use it?" I frowned, feeling a bit overwhelmed by all this. "Until you die and someone else takes it," Anabelle pointed out, not seeming bothered at all by that. Then again, she was dead herself, so I wouldn't imagine her being too worried about someone else eventually dying too. "So how do I use it?" I scratched my chin thoughtfully. "Do I just grab it and make a wish?" "If you like," Anabelle shrugged, taking another drag from her cigarette. "But there's not really any need for that. You don't actually have to say anything to use it. All you have to do is touch the staff and think about what you want it to do and then give it a mental command to do it. It takes a conscious order so it won't go off accidentally." Then she paused for a moment, giving me a conspiratorial wink. "In fact it's better if you don't make any wishes aloud. It's a lot more dramatic if you don't tell your audience what you're going to do before you do it." "The staff is very powerful and very versatile," Anabelle stated thoughtfully. "If the staff can do what you tell it then it will," Anabelle continued, "but there are a lot of things it can't do, though I'm not really sure why." "There is something else you must know," Anabelle told me, pausing for moment and looking as though she was trying to figure out just how to explain this 'something else'. "There is another catch to using the staff. A rather important one." "What's that?" I narrowed my eyes and looked at her suspiciously. I was half expecting her to say I'd have to give up my soul or give her my first kid. "You saw how your body was transformed when you awoke the staff?" Anabelle said carefully, looking at me with an expression of near amusement. I stared at her for a moment and gulped. I definitely remembered the weird way my body seemed to have changed, though since I was suddenly back to normal when I came here I just thought I must have been imagining it. "I kind of thought it was just in my mind." "No," Anabelle chuckled, "this is all in your mind." She gestured to the room around me, then continued, "That was real." At my blank look she explained, "I only brought your mind to this place. Your body is still out in the real world...and still transformed to look very much like this." She gestured down at herself. "What?" I gasped. "What the fuck? How...?" "What did I say about profanity?" Anabelle asked me with a raised eyebrow. Then she assured me, "Don't worry. The transformation is only temporary." "Temporary," I muttered with a faint sigh of relief. "Whenever you awaken the staff," Anabelle told me, "whenever you activate it so it can be used...it changes you. It will transform you into that form and effectively turn you into your own genie. But once you've used the power all three times the staff goes dormant again and it will turn you back to normal. At least until the next time you awake it." "I don't fully understand the reason for this transformation," Anabelle admitted, "though I have heard several stories and theories. But needless to say, whenever you use the staff you'll be changed until you're through. This was true for me and those who owned the staff before me as well." "Just great," I grimaced, feeling overwhelmed by everything that Anabelle was telling me. It just didn't seem possible though I had no reason to doubt her. That only made this even harder to accept. "Okay," I scowled, "I think I've got it. Can I go now?" Just then I suddenly realized that I could sort of feel the way back out of this room. It was almost like I could feel an invisible rope connecting back outside...back to my real body if what Anabelle said was right. It was then that I somehow understood I could have left this room at any time. All I had to do was really want to leave. "Wait," Anabelle exclaimed, "I still have more to tell you... A lot more..." But it was too late as I'd already tugged the mental rope that would pull me out of this place. My senses once again blurred into a purple haze and I could feel myself being pulled out of this place and back to my real self. The last thing I heard as I was leaving though was Anabelle's voice coming as though from a great distance, calling out, "You'll be back..." Just like that I was suddenly back in my own living room and back in my own body, even if it wasn't exactly my body at the moment. I immediately felt the wrongness of my body and looked down to see that I had tits and a violet outfit. In fact it was a violet tuxedo that even had the tails. I couldn't help but notice that it was the same outfit that Anabelle had just been wearing. "Oh shit," I exclaimed, remembering what Anabelle had said about being changed into a form very similar to hers. I normally would have panicked at finding myself suddenly being changed into a chick like this, and in fact, I damn near was before I was so abruptly pulled into the talk with Anabelle. But she had not only warned me about this, but had assured me it was only temporary. "She said I'd change back when I made my wishes," I reminded myself nervously. Still, it was a bit unnerving to be standing there with a completely changed body no matter how fucking temporary it might be. I took several deep breaths to calm myself down and then looked at the staff. It was no longer glowing or even floating in mid air. Instead it was just laying across the floor as though it was nothing more than an ordinary walking stick "I can't believe how fucking weird everything suddenly got," I grimaced. I looked down at myself for a moment and then shook my head in disbelief. I could feel long hair brushing my shoulders as I did so. Then, taking another deep breath, I started walking across my living room, going well around the staff. I wasn't quite ready to deal with that thing just yet. Hell, I damn near shit my pants after what happened the last time I touched it. It was just a little strange walking since my entire sense of balance had been thrown off by my changed body. The high heels on the shoes I was now wearing didn't help either. I was just glad that they weren't 6 inch stilettos or something. I carefully made my way to the bathroom so I could check out what I looked like in the mirror. I was a bit freaked out over suddenly changing like this, but since I knew it was only temporary I could also feel curious. I wanted to know exactly what I looked like now. I just stood and stared at my reflection for a full minute or so before I finally gasped, "Damn..." Anabelle hadn't been kidding when she said the staff would change me to look a lot like her. For one thing, I had the exact same violet tuxedo she'd been wearing as the Astonishing Anabelle, minus the top hat. And even without the same clothes I'd still look a Hell of a lot like her. The woman in the mirror looked like Anabelle's sister...albeit a sexier sister. Anabelle herself was quite beautiful, but I now looked just a little more so. I was pretty sure I was a few inches taller than her though it's hard to be certain. What I was certain of though was that I was definitely bustier. Anabelle was probably a large B cup or a small C, while I had to be a DD cup. And even though we had these noticeable differences, the similarities between us were far stronger. "Holy shit," I whispered, reaching a hand up to feel my face. I could hardly believe this hot chick was really me. I just continued starting at my reflection, looking right into my own silvery gray eyes. "Unbelievable..." I probably spent about fifteen minutes just staring at myself in the mirror and making faces at myself. It was just so unreal to see this woman mimicking my every move. There was something just completely dreamlike about the experience. Once I was done with checking myself out in the mirror, I reached between my legs and gave a gentle squeeze. I knew I wouldn't feel my familiar equipment there, but it was still strange to find it empty. I was tempted to reach down inside my pants and really get a feel, but I wasn't ready for something like that yet. The idea was just kind of creepy. So I stood there cupping my new breasts instead. "Too bad my last girlfriend wasn't built like this," I muttered. "The bitch..." Now that I'd at least looked my transformed body over a bit, I was ready to try out the staff. I had no reason to doubt what Anabelle told me, but I wanted to see for myself. I just had to see if I could get some real magic miracles from the thing. I felt a mixture of nervousness and excitement as I bent down to pick up the staff. It might not be doing anything flashing at the moment but as soon as I touched it again I had no doubt that it was far more than it appeared. I could feel a warm tingling from it...a strange sense of it being alive and charged. I certainly hadn't felt anything like this when I'd touched it before. "So this is what it's like when it's awake," I whispered in near awe. This was a whole different experience than touching it while it was dormant. It was then that I noticed several other subtle clues as to the staff's current status. All four gems now seemed to have a very faint glow from deep within and even the gold metal itself somehow seemed brighter. These were pretty small things overall, but the whole staff somehow looked all the more impressive because of it. "What should I use it for first?" I wondered aloud. I'd sometimes thought about what I'd do if I ever won the lottery but not really what I'd wish for if I ever found a genie lamp. I paused to think about what I should possibly wish for and the answer that immediately came to me was money. I could wish for lots and lots of money. I grinned greedily at the idea. "I wish I had a big pile of cash," I ordered the staff. The moment those words left my mouth I could feel the power beginning to flow from the staff. The purple gem atop it glowed faintly and then there was a burst of light from my coffee table. A second later I saw a large pile of cash sitting right there on my coffee table exactly like I'd imagined it. "Holy shit," I blurted out, "it fucking works..." I jumped in delight, though the jiggle from my chest shocked me back to a more calm attitude. Still I couldn't help but feeling excited as I stared at the pile of cash in front of me. In fact I licked my lips in greed and imagined what I could buy with it all. "First thing I'm going to do is pay off the assholes," I thought aloud, "this should take care of that protection money they want..." I sure as Hell didn't need another beating like the last time I was late paying them. Then I went over to dig through the money, wondering how much I had here. I hadn't specified how much I wanted, though that didn't seem to have really mattered. There were stacks of twenties all wrapped up like you see in the movies and all of them dumped into a nice pile. I guessed I had a couple thousand here, which was pretty good for not saying how much I really wanted. "I can ask for more next time," I shrugged. I was flipping through one stack of twenties when I finally noticed something odd. I tore the wrapper off and looked at all the bills, my eyes going wide as I did. They were...blurry. Jackson's portrait was a little blurry as were all the details. The serial numbers were even more messed up and weren't even all numbers. There was a blurry question mark and even a smiley face among them instead. "What the hell?" I demanded, feeling almost betrayed. I glared at the staff in my hand, but it offered no answers. Or at least if I wanted answers I would have to talk to Anabelle again and I had no idea how to do that nor any real desire to do so again at the moment. I glared at the money, muttering a constant stream of profanities under my breath as I tore off all several more stacks and saw they were all about the same. These bills felt like real money and looked real from a short distance, but certainly didn't stand up to a closer look. It was fucking counterfeit. "Shit," I spat out knowing that I could never spend this crap. Someone would have to be drunk or half blind to take these bills and then there were the consequences if I got caught. I wasn't talking about being charged for passing off counterfeit money...or even for counterfeiting myself. If I gave this to the wrong person I could end up dead. "Waste of a fucking wish," I grimaced, reminding myself that even if I wasted all three uses I could still get more tomorrow. However I had no intention of wasting the next two. Since the staff apparently didn't seem to like creating money, maybe I should try something else. I thought about it for a moment and decided the perfect next use. If I couldn't summon money I could spent, I could use it to get the next best thing. Something I could turn into money. "I wish," I started, then paused as I remembered what Anabelle told me. I didn't actually have to say my wish aloud. So with that I closed my eyes and concentrated on what I wanted and then mentally ordered the staff to give it to me. A moment later I felt the power flowing from the staff again. When I opened my eyes I saw that my second wish had been granted as well and apparently a whole lot better than the first. There was now a small pile on the floor in front of me. Watches, rings, necklaces and bracelets...everything I'd asked for. I picked up a ring and stared it in delight. It looked like real gold and that looked like a real diamond set in it. "Yes," I grinned, feeling much happier with how this one had worked out. I looked over all the jewelry, mentally adding up how much I could get from a fence. This was a Hell of a lot easier than busting into a house and just hoping I could find something. The staff got me the same results faster, easier, and with less risk. Once I was done with the jewelry I looked at the staff again. This thing was pretty damn impressive, even if it couldn't get money right. Then I noticed something... Two of the gems on the side were no longer glowing. They'd gone as dull and normal as they'd been when the staff was still dormant. It was counting how many times it had been used, or at least that was my guess. I'd know for sure if the last gem went dull after I used the staff again. Since I had one more wish left I decided to use it to get something I'd been wanting for a long time. I closed my eyes and pictured what I wanted then ordered the staff to give it to me. Then I opened my eyes again and looked. "Yes," I exclaimed with a broad grin. Hanging from my wall was a very nice sized plasma screen TV. I've been wanting one of those for a long time and the only reason I hadn't taken one from one of the houses I robbed was that it would have been a pain in the ass getting away with something so large, but now I had one and thanks to this staff I could get anything else I wanted as well. Why wish for cash when I could simply wish for whatever I'd spend it on? I looked back at the staff and sure enough the third gem had gone dull as well. In fact the whole thing was now starting to lose its luster. The purple gem was still glowing a bit, but not as bright. It was slowly fading out now that it had been used all three times. Of course there was one final piece of business that I was concerned with. I looked down at myself, but I was still a girl. I still had fucking tits on my chest. Anabelle told me that I'd change back once I'd made all three wishes, but I was still a fucking chick. "Why am I still like this?" I demanded angrily. I tossed the staff onto the couch and then tore off my violet tuxedo jacket. I tossed it to the side and then grabbed my chest through my shirt, feeling almost nauseous. "Why the fuck haven't I changed back?" I grabbed my chest and then my crotch before glaring at the staff. I stared at it for a moment, wondering how I could get it to change me back when I realized I could sense something. I could still feel the staff...could feel the power from it just like I could when it was in my hand. However I could feel the power slowly fading away. I could feel the staff slowly going dormant again. "Change me back," I ordered the staff, though there was no reaction. Then I focused my attention to the way I could feel the staff, the way I could feel it losing power. Anabelle had said I'd change back after I used it three times...but she hadn't said how soon. Maybe it would take a few minutes. I grumbled and cursed, getting more and more worried as the minutes ticked by. I went and looked at myself in the mirror again, feeling a creeping edge of panic at still having that face and body. Just as I was beginning to lose hope I suddenly felt the same rush of energy flow through me as when the staff had changed me. It coincided with the same moment the staff finally lost the rest of its energy and went dormant again. I gasped in surprise and then laughed in delight as I was transformed back into my old male self. All it took was waiting fifteen minutes after my last wish. Fifteen minutes which had seemed like a LOT longer. "I'm me again," I exclaimed in relief. I just stood there for a minute saving the sensation of being a guy again. The weight was gone from my chest and my dick was right back where it belonged. Even my clothes had returned to normal. I was definitely back to normal. After a few minutes I hesitantly went back to the staff. It now looked like normal gold and jewels again, with no sign of the magic power that filled it. I was very cautious as I bent over to pick it up again, half afraid that it would activate and change me again. No such thing happened, though when I touched it I could still feel the power deep inside...sleeping...resting...recharging. "I can't wait to try you again," I said after a few minutes. I grinned, my mind already swirling with ideas about what I could do with it next time. "I can't wait..." -------------------- I scowled as I adjusted my jacket against the chill in the air and then looked up into the sky. It was still light, but wouldn't be for much longer. The sun was setting quickly and it wouldn't be long until it was dark enough to really give me privacy. "Good," I muttered, thinking that this gave me enough light to still see though it was late enough that I was unlikely to be interrupted. At the moment I was in a city park, in the middle of clearing surrounded by trees. I'd always thought such parks to be a huge waste of time before, though right now it was exactly what I needed. This would give me enough space to really try out what the Staff of Isis could do without having to risk blowing up my room. I glared at he staff in my hand, feeling the tingle of power from within it. It was fully charged and ready to go...as it had been since yesterday. However, after things had worked out the first time I'd used it, I'd been holding off a little. My first three wishes on the thing hadn't gone quite as well as I'd first thought, a fact I figured out quite soon after I'd changed back to normal. First, I found that I might have had a nice flat screen TV...but it wouldn't even turn on. It was just as much a fake as the cash I'd first wished for. But that was beside the point as an hour after I wished for all the stuff it all just vanished, leaving me with nothing for my three wishes. "I got nothing from you," I told the staff, wondering if Anabelle could hear me from within. I carefully looked around to make sure there was no one there. I was all alone in this clearing and might even have been the only one in the park at the moment for all I knew. That was perfect, since I didn't want anyone else around for this. "Okay," I muttered, "How do I wake you up again...?" Since rubbing the purple gem on top of the staff seemed to work the last time I tried that again. The similarity to rubbing a genie lamp to summon the genie wasn't at all lost on me. The effects were almost immediate as the purple gem began to glow and I could feel the power inside flaring to life. My entire body was suddenly enveloped in a golden glowing aura and I could feel a surge of energy rushing through me...changing me. It was the same thing that had happened to me the first time I'd awoken the staff. I'd been turned into a chick again. "I'll never get used to this," I muttered, noticing that my voice had changed into a woman's voice. I looked down at myself and saw the nice round bulges pushing out of my chest again. The sight of tits on my own chest was damn surreal, even if I was only seeing them through my clothes. I quickly reached between my legs though already knew what I'd find. I really had changed into a chick again...just like the last time. "Damn weird." I shook my head. I spent the next minute looking myself over again, noticing while I did so that I was dressed exactly as I was the first time I'd changed. Right before I'd changed back to normal the last time, I'd taken off the tuxedo jacket and tossed it aside. But now the jacket was back on me. I shouldn't have been surprised, since the jacket had actually vanished off my floor at the same time I turned back into a guy. Once I'd looked myself over a little, I turned my attention back to the staff. It was definitely awake and ready now. All three gems had a faint inner glow and the whole thing just somehow seemed brighter and more impressive. However, how it looked wasn't what I was interested in. I wanted to try out its power and see just what this thing could really do. I've already used the staff to make things appear out of nowhere...even if they don't last. The best thing I can figure is that when I just make something appear like that it's not real. Maybe it's like an illusion or something. Some sort of solid illusion. That would explain why the cash I made was all blurry and why the TV wouldn't even work. "Now it's time to try something else," I said. Of course that just left the question of what to try. I had been thinking about this for the last couple days though and had a few ideas. Since Anabelle had been a stage magician and probably used the staff in her act, I thought that might make for a good start. I wanted to try something that a magician might use on stage...something fairly impressive. All I could really think of though was pulling a rabbit out of my ass, sawing a lady in half or maybe making some chick levitate. "No ladies around here," I muttered in disappointment before glancing down at my knockers and sighing, "except for the obvious..." However I did have an idea of what I wanted to try. I looked around the clearing for something I could use and my eyes locked onto a park bench. As could be expected of a park bench in a city park, it was carved up with countless initials and profanities as well as decorated with graffiti. I bit my lip to keep from saying, "I wish..." I concentrated on what I wanted and then mentally ordered the staff to do it. A surge of power came from the staff and then the park bench began to glow. It lifted up into the air and just hovered two feet above the ground. I'd rather levitate a hot chick, but this would have to do for the moment. I could still feel the power from the staff just as I could somehow feel the park bench. I willed it to move the left and it did so. I willed it to move up higher and it did so. I was pretty sure that I could keep levitating the table and even moving it around for quite awhile and it would only count as one use of the staff. However the longer I did it the longer it would probably need to rest afterwards. I moved the table around in the air for a minute or so before I got bored of that. It was time to do something else. I lifted the park bench up high into the air and then slammed it into the ground as hard as I could. It smashed to pieces in a satisfying crash and ceased to glow. "Not bad," I chuckled appreciatively. I leaned the staff up against the side of a garbage can to free my hands and then moved over to examine the wreckage of the park bench. It had left a really nice dent in the ground and pieces of it were scattered all about the clearing. I couldn't resist picking up a bolt which had come loose in the crash. It might make a decent souvenir. Just then I heard a voice exclaim, "I think the noise came from over here..." "What...?" I gasped, suddenly snapping around. Four guys around my age or just a little younger came rushing down the sidewalk and into the clearing. They were all dressed like punks, which along with the knives two of them were holding told me exactly what they were. Muggers, probably sweeping the park and looking for easy cash and thrills. And here I was probably looking like the perfect target. "Oh shit." I looked down at myself, realizing just how tempting a target I'd be right now. "Fuck." I hated muggers. Those bastards fucking disgusted me, which was saying something because I'd actually tried it myself once a long time ago... before realizing that I didn't have what it took. It takes a certain disregard for other people...even a sadistic streak to mug someone. It's one thing to just take some cash and jewelry, and quite another to use violence and fear to totally victimize them. The four men all stared at me in surprise and then one of them exclaimed, "Look at that shit she's wearing." "You just come from a circus girlie?" another of them asked me with an evil looking grin. I gulped, fighting back the impulse to look down at myself again. It was bad enough getting caught by guys like this and even worse looking like I did now. I silently cursed the damn staff as well as this stupid side effect from using it. I've known several muggers and knew that they tended to come in two main types. There were the drug addicts who were so desperate for money to feed their habits that they would do anything to get it. Those guys were dangerous because they were desperate and unpredictable... not to mention usually fucked up in the head. And then there were the ones who weren't in it so much for the money, but for the thrills and feeling of power it gave them. Those kind tended to get nasty just because they could...because they got off on it. And unfortunately I had a horrible feeling that this group fell in with the latter. "Ya gotta pay us to use our park," the biggest of the four said with a sneer. He was big all around, not so much with just fat or muscle, but just height and general bulk. "I don't have any money," I said, keeping my voice calm since it would be worse than useless to show fear in front of guys like this. That only encourages them. Unfortunately, as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I realized that telling this would be worse than useless as well. "That's okay," another of the punks grinned. This one had a lot of piercing on his ears and eyebrows. "We'll take something else instead..." And with that all four punks started walking towards me, going slow enough to create fear. It was obvious that they wanted me to run and just as obvious that I wouldn't get very far if I did. This was just a game to them. A damn sadistic game that they fully intended to win. I stepped back, growing increasingly afraid with every step they took towards me. I knew what I looked like at the moment and knew exactly what they intended. I silently cursed the staff again, knowing that I should never have to face this kind of a threat. No man should. "The staff," I whispered to myself, suddenly remembering that it had the power to save me from these assholes. Unfortunately I'd left it leaning against the garbage can and there was no way I could get to it before they got to me. Damn, I wished I had that staff... Just then the staff suddenly came flying straight at me from where it had been resting, snapping into place right in my hand almost as though I'll pulled it there with a bungee chord or something. It was almost the exact opposite of what had happened when I first awoke the staff. I was completely shocked at the staff coming to me like this, but not nearly as much as the punks were. "Did you see that?" The big guy blurted out with a hint of fear in his voice, "she's some kind of developed..." "Developed...?" I blinked in surprise. I was certainly no developed and actually felt a little offended that they thought I was. Of course I guess I could understand their thinking that since the staff did fly to my hand and all. But the power was all in the staff...not in me. I didn't have any super powers, just a really cool walking stick. I mean, wasn't that like calling someone a developed just because they had a gun? "I don't fucking think so," I spat out angrily, feeling a surge of new confidence now that I had my own personal Aladdin's lamp in hand. I glared at the punks, pissed off that they'd try coming after me like this. I was even more pissed off when I thought about what they'd wanted to do do me. I looked like a hot chick at the moment, so it was pretty damn obvious what their intentions were. I could feel the hum of power from the staff and it only gave me ideas. Then glancing down at the gems, I was startled to notice that two of them were still glowing a little. I don't know how or why the staff had come to me like that, but it hadn't counted as one of my three uses. There was time to think about that later though. Right now I had some assholes to wipe the floor with. "I could use a guinea pig to test this out on," I grinned evilly as I concentrated and unleashed my next command to the staff. The big guy suddenly began to glow and then let out a panicked scream right before he seemed to vanish right out of his clothes. The empty clothes all collapsed to the ground in a pile while the three remaining muggers stared at them and then me with expressions of pure terror. I couldn't resist letting out an evil laugh like some villain in a bad movie. That seemed to be all that was needed to send all three running as fast as they could. "Fucking awesome," I laughed aloud, bursting with excitement over how powerful this staff really was. "That was pretty damn fun." I was still laughing to myself as I walked over to the pile of clothes and gently nudged them with my foot. Something small squirmed within and a moment later a hairy rodent darted out of the pile. I just stared at the guinea pig and laughed even louder as he ran off as fast as his little legs could take him. My first thought had been to turn the mugger into a frog since that was supposed to be the usual thing with magic, but as soon as I said I needed a guinea pig to test the staff on my thoughts turned to a slightly different direction. A pretty damn funny direction if I do say so myself though. Though I felt no guilt in turning that asshole into a rodent, I only wished I'd done the same to his buddies. I was still pissed at them for fucking with me and planning to do that more than just figuratively. It was too bad he wouldn't be a guinea pig for very long either. When I'd used the staff on the mugger I somehow sensed that I could actually control just how long he'd be like that before turning back to normal. However I figured that the longer he was a guinea pig the more magic it would have to use...and the longer it would have to rest. I had no intention of waiting until I was old and gray before using the staff again or that fucker would have been eating out of a pet dish for good. I kicked at the empty pile of clothes again and then bent down to dig through them. I quickly found his wallet. Though there were no credit cards or ID, not that I was expecting to find either. Guys like that didn't usually have credit and I know I didn't carry any ID on me when I went out to work. However I did find almost a hundred bucks which I slipped into my pocket before tossing the wallet into the bushes. "Fair is fair," I chuckled. Now, I told myself with a sigh, the smart thing to do is to get out of here as fast as I could. Sure, I scared those guys away, but they could be back anytime with guns or reinforcements. I still had one use left on the staff, but I wasn't sure what the staff could do against a large group or guns and I didn't want to risk it. I had to get home as fast as I could, but it would be a real pain in the ass doing it with this staff. I'd be way too obvious if those guys tried showing up again and following me. Damn, I just wished I was home already. Then I suddenly felt the power of the staff flare to life again. Seconds later the entire world seemed to vanish around me in a swirl of purple and gold, reminding me a great deal of when I'd been pulled into the staff to meet Anabelle. But when the world returned, I wasn't in the staff with the weird purple room...but right in the living room of my own apartment. "Holy shit," I exclaimed in surprise. But as surprised as I was to suddenly go from being at the park to being home, that was nothing compared to the surpris