Message-ID: <33954asstr$1007964604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: From: J R D Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" ; format="flowed" X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Sun, 9 Dec 2001 17:13:04 -0900 Subject: {ASSM} Bad Wishing:The Singer Date: Mon, 10 Dec 2001 01:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: Lambchop, gill-bates, t4425 Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new addy to get it out. Another Patty story. This time, Patty explains the rules he must obey in regards to granting wishes. There's also a cameo from a previous wisher. Now, onto the boring stuff ------------------------- DISCLAIMERS ------------------------- This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, and is not intended for the perusal of minors. Further if perusal of such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story. This story remains the property of the author. Permission is granted to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from this story. All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental. This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that may be broken within the story. ------------------------- Now onto the fun stuff ------------------------- BAD WISHING 8:THE SINGER It started with a trip to my cousin's, although I need to explain a little about my background. I'm the lead singer in an all girl band. Well, now I'm the co-lead, but that's getting ahead of the story. Originally, it wasn't planned to be all-girl. My husband and I met in choir back when I was in seventh grade, and immediately hooked up, first as fellow singers, then as boyfriend and girlfriend. Pretty much from the first day we were together, we talked about how we wanted to be singers in a rock band. But then, when we were in 9th grade, Timmy, my husband, made a stupid, STUPID mistake. He started smoking. He quit only three years later in our senior year, but by then the damage had been done. He had lost his singing voice. For good, we thought. In college, we started looking for a band. Timmy may not have been able to sing anymore, but he knew the business, and was taking the classes to know more, so he became the manager. We didn't intend it to be an all-girl band when we did the auditions, it just worked out that way. Our band was Erin, the keyboardist, Julie on base guitar, and Diane on drums, with me, Dana once O'Malley now Abbott playing guitar and singing vocals. We cut a demo and Timmy took it to a producer. He was interested and asked us all in. Then we made a mistake. You see, other than being all women, we had something else in common. We were all incredibly well-endowed. Julie's our smallest at a D cup, Diane is a sizable E, I'm a whopping F, and Erin is, was, our largest at G, and it's all natural. Our mistake was that we let the producer bill our publicity on that. He told us that by using our breast size, we'd be able to get a firm foot hold on male listeners, particularly the 13-19 demographic. Hence, "D Plus" was born. "Starting at D and going up from there," was what our publicity was based on. Timmy didn't like it. He thought if we based ourselves on our boobs, we'd wind up working twice as hard to prove ourselves. Timmy was right. Damn it, our music is good, but the critics (particularly the women) treated us like we were 4 little sex kittens doing a soft core porn show for our fans. But that all changed when I stopped in to visit my cousin Maya. I expected to stop in and visit with her and her husband Leo. Imagine my surprise when I found her living with this cutie, this female cutie, named Lee Ann. They had two babies and both were starting to bulge with buns in the oven. I guessed they were both about 4 or 5 months along. I asked where Leo was. Maya got a bit evasive, not answering me, before Lee Ann said, "Leo disappeared about the same time that Maya got pregnant with our first child." "So Leo abandoned you for getting pregnant? I thought he wanted children as much as you did." Maya got a real weird look on her face and said, "Can't be helped now. So how's the music tour going?" I got the distinct feeling she was changing the subject. I thought just because she didn't like talking about it. "It's great. Still having a tough time with the press, though." "And how is Tim?" "Fine." I guess I was a little melancholy, because she asked, "What's wrong? You two fighting?" "No. Nothing like that. It's just Timmy's a great manager, but he hurts being around us. He wants to sing with us, I know he does, but with the damage his smoking caused to his vocal cords, it'll never happen." "Never?" "Not without a miracle of modern medicine." The Lee Ann said, "Or maybe magic." I looked at her. From the look on her face, I guessed that she was probably thinking aloud, so I asked, "What? Are you some kind of witch?" She smiled. "No. But maybe we could get Patty to help." "Who's Patty?" Without answering me, Maya said, "Maybe, but how do we get a hold of him? We don't have the coin." "Who's Patty?" Lee Ann also ignored me. "Maybe we could use another coin to call him. At least to get his attention." "Who's Patty?" Maya continued, "It couldn't hurt to try." Before Lee Ann could respond, I yelled, "Who the HELL is Patty?" Lee Ann smiled and said, "A leprechaun." Before I could say a thing, Maya said, "You see, Dana, Leo didn't abandon me. A few hundred years ago one of our ancestors helped him out and got a wish in repayment. She was a simple woman and didn't want to use it, so Patty gave her a coin to summon him at a later date. The coin was passed from mother to daughter until I got it. At the time, Leo and I were having problems getting me pregnant, so I held the coin and asked for help, and Patty appeared, explaining all this to me. So I asked that Leo and I could become pregnant whenever we wanted." To say I was doubtful would've been an understatement. "Uh-huh. So what happened to Leo?" "Well, Patty is required to grant the wish asked for, not the wish intended. So when I asked that my husband and I could get pregnant," Maya got a guilty look and pointed to Lee Ann, "Leo became Lee Ann." "Uh-huh. Sure." I started to rise. "Storytime's been fun, but-" Maya pulled me back down and Lee Ann ran into another room. "We've got proof." I was doubtful, but willing to wait. Lee Ann returned a few seconds later carrying a dildo. Maya stood and removed her panties. I tried to leave again, but Maya sat me back down. She lifted her skirt, exposing herself to me. I blushed and tried to look away, but Maya said, "Don't wus out on me now, Dana. This is the magic part." I faced her as Lee Ann pressed the dildo, the base of the dildo, to her vagina. When Lee Ann removed her hand, the dildo, with no restraining device at all, stayed right where it was. Maya then said, "Feel it." I tried to protest, but Maya just grabbed my hand and put it on her. It felt real enough. Maya said, "Now try to find my slit." I tried to beg off, but she convinced me to look. I moved the dick and balls around, amazed when I found nothing. To all appearances, she had a dick and it was completely natural. I said, "Okay, I give up. How'd you hide it?" "Still don't believe in magic?" "Nope." Lee Ann said, "Watch this," and took the dildo in hand. I looked away, but Maya grabbed my arm. "You have to watch! If you miss my orgasm, you'll miss the magic!" I wanted to look away, but she seemed so insistent. I watched, more than a little embarrassed, as Lee Ann masturbated Maya right in front of me. It wasn't much longer (thankfully) until Maya orgasmed. When she did, she actually sprayed out globs of semen. I thought it was some kind of cream or something else similar. I had heard that there were dildoes that could fake spraying stuff. But the really amazing thing came next. As soon as Maya finished cumming, the dildo disappeared. Maya's legs, hips, and skirt were covered in the semen, but the organ that had just created it was gone! Lee Ann then stood and lifted her skirt. There, inside her panties, was the unmistakable bulge of a hard-on! Lee Ann pulled her panties down, and there was the exact dildo she had just stuck to Maya! I still had trouble believing it. "How do I know this isn't some kind of trick? Lee Ann could've had a dick all along." Maya said, "Pull on it." "I don't-" "Just to confirm it's real. You've come this far." Hard to argue that. I reached out and tugged a bit on Lee Ann's organ. "Okay. Seems real enough." Maya stepped behind Lee, reached around, and took her dick in hand. "Not again," I said as I tried to look away. "Don't wus out now, Dana." I steeled myself and watched Maya masturbate her lover to orgasm. Once Lee came, the most amazing thing happened. The dick which, seconds ago, I was so sure was real, just popped off in Maya's hand. Maya said, "This is... was Leo's dick. It attaches to either of us, becoming a natural appendage until orgasm, whereupon it switches to the other." Part of me wanted to deny it, but the evidence was undeniable. I looked at Lee and asked, "You were Leo?" She nodded. "Okay, magic is real. How do we get a hold of this Patty?" "We don't have the old coin anymore, but maybe if you had another gold coin of your own, you could get him to stop in. You are from the same bloodline as Maya." "It can't hurt to try." We spent a little while longer making up a plan before I left. Maya walked me to the door. Just before I left, I said, "You know you never struck me as lesbian material." "Before Lee Ann I wasn't, but I love Leo, no matter his form." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Besides, the fun you can have with another girl and a detachable dick is unbelievable." I wasn't sure if she was teasing or not, so I just said good-bye. I went straight to a coin collectors' shop and purchased a solid gold Spanish doubloon. I returned to my hotel room. Timmy was working on some contracts, so I didn't disturb him. I went into the bedroom, held the coin tightly and said, "Patty, if you're out there, I'd like to ask for help." I looked around. Nothing. I sighed and said, "Didn't work." Before I could say or do anything, I heard, "Now, lassie, just because I don't want to go running head long into what could be a wizard's trap, doesn't mean I didn't hear ye." I turned and saw a two-foot tall man standing by the bathroom door smoking a briar pipe. "Now, lassie, gettin' the attention of one of the wee folk is easy. Convincin' us to stay? There's the trick. So what brings you to call for a leprechaun, even calling to ol' Patty by name?" I explained everything to him, from my husband's smoking as a teen to Maya telling me about her wish. Then I asked, "Could I get a wish to help my husband?" "Well, yuir not entitled to one. Your family had one wish and your cousin used that one. But you could be purchasing one by giving me the coin ye hold." "Done." I handed the coin to Patty. "Now what is it you'd like? And take a lesson from yuir kin. Consider your words carefully." I thought about everything. I didn't just want my husband to get his singing voice back, I wanted him by my side on stage, so I said, "I wish my husband had his singing voice back so he could join my band and sing alongside me." "Lassie, I can tell you've got a good heart and your intentions are good, so I'll give you a warning. You'll be wanting to rethink that wish." "Why? What's wrong with it?" "Can't tell you that." "Why not?" "I am bound by ancient law not to tell you what to or what not to wish for. Telling you what's wrong is effectively the same as telling you what not to wish for." "That doesn't sound fair." "Ah, but it's fair that got these laws set in the first place. Centuries ago, before Oberon, The Great Lord of the Fae, set the rules, wish granting was a popularity contest. If you were on the good side of the wish granter, you got exactly what you wanted, no matter what you said. But if you weren't liked, what you said was twisted and corrupted in the worst possible way. "Now faeries live in the realm where dreams and reality overlap, and the anger of those harmed by bad wishes was poisoning our land. So Oberon laid down the law. If we could not be trusted to grant wishes without bias, then we would be bound to the letter of the wish. The exact wording, no matter how badly worded, would be what fae were required to grant. "But we little folk are nothing if not crafty, even in obeying the laws of Great Oberon. If the faerie liked the wisher, he would tell the lad or lass exactly what to wish for, spelling it out in no uncertain terms. If he didn't... Well, any language has a certain amount of lee way for interpretation. So the great wise one ruled again. The Fae would not be allowed, either positively or negatively, to tell a person what to wish for. "That reduced the popularity factor to a manageable level, but there was still a problem. In a time when most of humanity was illiterate and had a very poor command of their native tongue, many good, poor people were being slighted for innocent errors, so Oberon created a caveat. If the faerie likes the wisher and thinks him worthy, the fae may grant ONE warning to re-think the wording on his, or her, wish, which I have just given you. "So take your time, consider what you want, and choose your words carefully. And remember I can only grant one warning, which I have already done, so whatever you wish for, I either grant it or return your gold and walk away, but the only way I'll do that is if the wish is bound to cause only problems." I considered the wording on my wish. The only thing I thought of was that by saying 'could' that meant that he might not actually become a member of my band, either because of a personality conflict with the girls or because he'd go solo. So I wished, "I wish that my husband was a fellow singer in my band, with his beautiful voice restored." Patty sighed. "Worse than the first, but... granted." He snapped his fingers, and he and the coin were gone. Then I heard Timmy's voice. The good news was that his beautiful, beautiful voice with its wonderful tones was back. The bad news was that he was yelling, "What the fuck?" I ran into the main room of our suite. Standing there over the desk was a beautiful woman with this massive pair of breasts. I didn't get it. "Timmy, is that you?" "Dana, what happened?" "It wasn't supposed to be like this." "What are you talking about? What do you know about this?" I explained everything. "But I never envisioned anything like this." "What did you wish for? Exactly." "I said, 'I wish that my husband was a fellow singer in my band, with his beautiful voice restored.'" He looked at me like I was stupid. "You don't see the problem with that?" "No." "You wished for me to be a member of your band?" "Yes." "Your ALL-GIRL band?" I cringed. "I'm sorry, Timmy. I just wanted you by my side on stage. I didn't mean for this to happen." He looked down, shaking his head. "Timmy?" He chuckled a bit. "Well, I always said I'd do anything to get my voice back." He looked up. "The question is, are you still going to want me? As a woman?" I stepped up to him, took him in my arms, and plastered my lips to his. "I'll be yours forever, no matter what you look like. Although I wonder what cup size you are." "Want to bet H?" I got it. "The rest of us are D through G, so you inherited H. I'm sorry, Timmy." "Don't worry about it. And call me Tammy. No one's going to believe I used to be Timmy." And that was how Tammy, my co-lead singer, was born. Patty did give me a little forgiveness. Tammy's a she-male, still having her dick. Her voice also blends perfectly with mine, and now even the critics are having to give us respect. There were some problems early on. The group remembered Tammy from the auditions, but thought she hadn't joined immediately because of some other personal reasons, and now she could. But everyone also remembered Timmy and we had to come up with a reason why he wasn't around. Tammy said that he couldn't handle being so near the entertainment industry without being part of it anymore, so he gave her all the business stuff and left. I didn't like the thought of everyone thinking Tim ran off, but figured it was up to him. Tammy and I as an item was a bit of a problem. You see, Erin's a lesbian and made it clear that if I ever wanted to try the "other side of the tracks", she'd be more than willing to be my first. When she found out she wasn't, she was a bit cold to both of us. Tammy solved that one by inviting her to our bed. She was a bit weirded by Tammy's crotch, but gave it a try, and loved it. It wasn't much longer before Diane and Julie, both bi and experimental, were joining us. It's kind of ironic. Now that we're getting full credit for our singing, in private, we've become the sex act everybody accused us of being before. Go figure. I told Maya all about Tammy. She thinks that after I learned about how much fun she and Lee were having, I subconsciously wished for exactly what I got. I don't think that was it, but I can't help but wonder what it would be like to have Tammy's dick be detachable and sharable. -- "This is reality, not T.V. Can't you tell the difference?" "Sure. I just like T.V. better." 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