Careful Wishes

by Jennifer White

  

Like many sixteen year old boys, Allan was very interested in girls, but had not yet 'been' with one. As much as he hoped and prayed, he hadn't gotten past first base. In school, he could not keep his eyes off of them. They were so pretty, so smart, so attractive. Their smooth skin, pretty bodies, pert breasts, long hair...he couldn't stop thinking of them. His hormones raged inside, and he wanted them more than anything. But they didn't want him, at least not in that way. He was too young an immature to understand that a young woman doesn't want sex on a first date!

To a young boy, a relationship is about sex. But to any woman, that is not the goal. Intimacy, emotional bonding, a loving caring relationship, communication...all things different from a young boy's goals. If all the other elements are there, the sex will come in time. But Allan didn't understand this yet. He just wanted to get into their pants.

He had several dates, but tried to rush things, and scared off the girls. They didn't want to be pawed and kissed on a first date. They were sexually curious too of course, but the physical closeness and intimacy had to come on *their* terms. Not the boy's.

* * *

 

After yet another failed date, Allan went home alone, and was depressed. Debbie would never call him back again. He was sure. Just like the others. What a bummer!

As he lay in bed, he dreamed of being with a girl. He didn't want a girl who was opposed to his every desire, but one that was responsive to his needs. A girl that wanted what he wanted, and felt like he felt. He thought it would even better if he could control her. If she would do whatever he wanted, when he wanted, that would be the ultimate.

"I wish I had complete control over a pretty girl" he said.

 

Allan drifted off to sleep. He was on the edge of sleep and awareness, where dreams can seem real, when a vision appeared to him. He knew he had to be dreaming, and that he would wake up at any moment.

"Child, why do you wish for such a terrible wish?"

"What do you mean? Who are you?"

"I am what you might call your fairy godmother. And I mean that control over another person is a terrible thing to wish for. How would you feel if someone had complete control over you?"

"If you're my fairy godmother, then you'll grant me my wish?"

"Yes child, but you should be careful. You may not like the way it turns out. Why don't you wish for something nice, like good grades, or to be a better baseball player?"

"No. I wish I had complete control over a pretty girl. A really beautiful one."

"Are you sure? This is your last chance."

"Yes I'm sure. Grant me my wish! Now!"

"All right child, I just hope you can live with the consequences."

The fairy godmother waved her magic wand, and bright light and sparkles flew from it. A swirl of light surrounded Allan. In front of him, he saw a vision. A pretty girl! The one he was going to get complete control over!

She was tall, thin, and nicely developed for her age. She had long brown hair, full and curly. Her face was oh so pretty, and her eyes were mesmerizing. She had finely manicured nails, well done makeup, and a fine fashion sense. But Allan was just staring at her boobs.

"Yes, that's the girl of my dreams that I've been wanting!" he said.

"I'm glad you like her" said the fairy godmother, who was starting to fade from view.

Allan felt incredibly tired, and drifted off to sleep.

* * *

 

In the morning, Allan was awoken by the buzzer on the clock radio. What a wonderful dream he had last night. Oh, if only it was true! He opened his eyes, and was excited that perhaps it was real. Perhaps he would meet that girl today! And she would be completely his!

He reached over to hit the snooze button, and immediately realized that something was wrong. First of all, why would he set the buzzer for 6:00am? He didn't have to be to school until 7:30. It didn't take that long to get ready. He almost screamed. This wasn't his room! Even in the dark, he could tell that it wasn't his furniture. And he certainly didn't have a four poster bed with a canopy!

As Allan fumbled to turn off the buzzer, he felt strange. He tried to turn on a light, and had to struggle to find the switch. How did he get here? Where was he? Why did he feel so wrong.

He sat up on the bed and had a shock go through him as his chest bounced. His chest? He reached up with his hands, and felt his chest. Instead of his youthful muscular chest, his hands were cupped around two mounds of firm young female flesh. Breasts. He let out a high pitched scream.

Allan stood up, and pulled open the blinds to let more light into the room. He quickly found the light switch, and turned it on. He had to squint from the bright light, but as soon as his eyes adjusted, he looked in the mirror. His jaw dropped open as he saw his reflection. He was the girl from the vision last night. He was her! No! Impossible!

Allan touched his pretty face. His fingers were not his own. There were long, thin and pretty with long bright red nails at the ends. His wrists were thin, and his arms too. Instead of his youthful muscular frame, he was now a young woman, with the smaller shoulders, thin waist, the start of feminine curves, long smooth legs, and everything.

He brushed the long brown hair out of his eyes, and noticed his finely plucked eyebrows. No! He was so upset. He started to cry. And that upset him even more. He was feeling emotions in such a strange way now. They seemed so powerful, that they were controlling his actions more than the logic in his brain. Logic that was breaking down, because this was impossible.

It must be a dream. He would wake up any second. But as he touched himself, he realized that this was no dream, it was real. He saw through a door that he had an attached bathroom, so he went in there and started the shower. He took off the nightie, and walked into the tub, pulling the curtain closed. He looked down, and gaped at the breasts. His gaze moved further down, across his slim smooth tummy, and to the tuft of brown curly hair, neatly trimmed into a rectangle. He touched it, and moved his finger down further to confirm the worst: between his legs he now had a slight mound with a slit that let his finger grudgingly in.

He was a girl now. A real girl. Oh no. This was terrible! He found his hands were washing his long dark hair with a silky conditioning shampoo, almost automatically. He washed off his body, and shaved his legs, again with the body seeming to know what to do.

He got out of the shower, and was fascinated that even drying off was different. Instead of pulling the towel across his face, he patted it dry. After drying off the body, he put the towel around his long hair, and wrapped it up so that it stayed in place. Then he put on a bathrobe.

He was glad that his new body knew what to do, because he sure didn't. Looking at all the bottles and vials of cosmetics and stuff on the counter, he was completely lost. He brushed his teeth, then went into the walk-in closet. He took off the robe, and began to dress.

First came a strapless bra, with a white frilly edge, and a little pink flower on the front. Then a pair of matching panties, followed by a pair of ecru hose. Next came a tank top with very thin straps. A short black skirt was next, not even down half way between the waist and the knee. Last was a see-through blouse, white with lacy patterns. The tank top was quite clear underneath it, which helped to accentuate and draw attention the lovely breasts.

Next, he walked back to the bathroom and began to blow dry the long hair. He used a brush and with just a little volumizer was able to get a nice look. Then he went to the makeup mirror, and began to expertly apply a little foundation, blush, eye shadow, eye liner, mascara, lip liner, and lipstick. Satisfied, he went back to the closet and found a good pair of black flats.

He was so glad that the body was on cruise control. He would have been totally lost otherwise. He walked over to the table, picked up a small black purse with a long thin strap, slung it over his shoulder, and walked out the door.

"Laura, you're too late for breakfast again. Chrissie is waiting for you in the driveway. Here, take a banana. You need to eat you're too thin. And don't forget your books. You look pretty. Give mommy a kiss."

"I've...I've got to run" said Allan in a voice alien to him, with a sultry alto tonality.

Allan was in a daze, it was all happening so fast. He was Laura now? He grabbed the book bag and walked out the front door. A girl was waiting in a silver VW Jetta.

"Laura, get in! You're going to make us late again."

"Uh, sorry" said Allan.

"You've got any left?" asked Chrissie as the pulled into the street with a squeal of tires.

"Any what?"

"Smokes, silly. What's wrong with you? Get up on the wrong side of the bed."

"Something like that" said Allan, reaching inside the purse. He found two cigarettes, and handed her one.

"You're not going to smoke today?" said Chrissie. "What's wrong with you? You're not yourself."

"You've got that right" thought Allan, but he sat in silence as Chrissie lit up. She started talking, a mile a minute. He was in a daze, and didn't know what to say or do. Chrissie pulled the car over with the brakes pressed so hard that Allan's purse fell off his lap and onto the ground.

"What gives?" asked Chrissie. "Are you mad at me? Come on, talk to me! What's wrong with you? What did I do to you? You're too quiet. Talk to me!"

"I...I don't know what to say."

Chrissie started crying.

"You hate me" she said.

"I don't hate you. I just can't tell you what I...."

"You what? You're seeing Michael behind my back? Is that it?"

"No, I don't even know who that is."

"You do too miss 'steal my boyfriend again'!"

"Chrissie, you won't believe me if I told you."

"Try me."

"You're not....no. I can't."

"We're not moving until you tell me what's wrong."

"OK, but this is going to sound far fetched to you."

"Go on. Give me the dish" she said.

"Don't say I didn't warn you" said Allan. "You see, I'm not Laura. I'm a boy named Allan, and when I woke up today, I was in this body. I don't even know who I am! Where I am! What my full name is. I'm just a boy, and I think I'm going crazy. How can I be a girl? I'm not your friend Laura. I'm Allan."

"Oh that's a good one. What, were you kidnapped by aliens? I better go call the Inquirer!"

"No, it's true. I told you that you wouldn't believe me."

"If you're really a boy, then tell me: how did you get yourself so pretty this morning."

"It was like my hands knew what to do. I didn't have a clue. I would still be staring at the bottle of pink stuff on the counter, not knowing what to do with it."

"If you're really a boy, then tell me: why do guys go gaga over you, but not me? I'm just as pretty!"

"These" said Allan, cupping his hands over his boobs.

"What? What about my face? My manicured fingers? My carefully done up hair?"

"Nice, but I don't think most guys would care if your nails were pink, blue or black. You're pretty, but if you were with this Laura that I've somehow become, she, I mean I, would get all the attention."

"What about this. If you're really a guy, tell me something. How come you don't seem to have any feelings, except for the need for sex?"

Allan said nothing.

"Come on, you're supposed to be a girl now. Talk to me. And not a one word answer again!"

"Well, we, I mean boys, have feelings too, but I tell you something. Its nothing like I'm getting in this body. I cried this morning! I haven't cried since I was a little kid. Its like I'm overreacting to everything. I don't know how you handle it. It feels overwhelming to me."

"Well, you certainly act like a guy. That's why you weren't talking to me?"

"Yes!"

"Well, this is certainly interesting. I don't know if I can believe you, of if this is some stunt you're pulling on me."

Allan reached down to the floor to pick up the purse that had fallen and spilled open.

"What's this?" he asked, holding up an OB, wrapped in plastic.

"A tampon silly."

"Yuck."

"Yuck? You wear those all the time."

"Gross."

"Gross? You've been having a period for years now."

"A period?"

"Stop that!" said Chrissie.

"Stop what?" asked Allan.

"Talking like a guy."

"But I am a guy"

"Well, you're Laura now. And we're going to be late for school. Just shut up and follow my lead. You're in all my classes, so just stick close to me and you'll be ok."

"Thanks" said Allan.

 

They pulled up to the school, and walked up to the front door. The principal, Mr. Jackson was there waiting for them with his hands folded.

"Ah, we have some tardy students. You are going to get detention young ladies. This is your fourth tardy this quarter."

"Oh please Mr. Jackson, there is a good reason we're late" said Chrissie.

"This had better be good" said the tall man, unimpressed. He had heard a lot of excuses before, and wasn't going to let them fool him.

"You see, we were on time, driving here, when Laura started. You know, her time of the month."

Chrissie elbowed Laura, who reached into her purse to pull out a tampon.

"We had to pull over so I could put one in and..." said Allan.

"I don't want to hear this. Just put that thing away and get to your class. And don't be late again young ladies!"

"Oh thank you Mr. Jackson!" said Chrissie as the scooted into the door before he changed his mind.

They walked down the hall, and took a left, as Laura put the tampon back into her purse.

"Guys get so freaked out about periods and tampons. Its a great excuse. You can get so much from it. Use it to your advantage when you can, because you're going to pay every month with the cramps, the flow, the puffiness, the grouchiness..."

"Shut up!" said Laura. "It's bad enough that I'm a chick. I don't want to hear about all that."

"But you're going to feel it soon. You're due in a couple of days."

"Gross."

"Its a natural part of being a woman. Here's a room. You sit on my left."

They walked in and took their seats in Mrs. Gold's world history class.

* * *

 

It was the worst day of Allan's life. He had to fend off one boy's advance after the other. He hated how they stared at his large boobs. Their eyes never met his, they never got above his chest. He wondered if he was that bad himself. Himself! He was a girl now. He hoped this wasn't a full time thing, that he could get out of this. If he was stuck as Laura for the rest of his life....

 

After school, Chrissie and he hung out. He learned so much about girls, what they felt, how they acted, what they did.

"If I ever get to be myself again, I'll know just what to do" he thought. Even as Laura, he was still thinking of chasing skirts. Once he was back to his old body!

Chrissie had a grand time of things, making him try on different outfits, doing up his nails, and many other embarrassments. He played along, because Chrissie had been so nice to bail him out. He prayed that her warning that it was Laura's 'time of the month' was just something made up. He couldn't handle having a period, not today!

After they ate dinner, they studied for the next day of school. At least the studies allowed Allan to take his mind off the fact that he was a girl now. Chrissie dropped him off, and he dashed into the bedroom, hardly saying hello to the nice couple that were Laura's parents.

"She seemed upset. Maybe I had better talk to her" said Laura's mother.

"You know what time of the month it is dear. You know how grumpy she gets" replied the father.

"Yes, you're right. I'll just leave her be."

* * *

 

Allan watched TV until he finally felt tired, then put on a nightgown and laid in bed. He had a hard time falling to sleep, because he was so upset. But eventually, his eyes closed, and he started to nod off. And that's when he saw her again. His fairy godmother.

"So child, how was your first day?"

"Terrible! This is a nightmare! You gave me the wrong wish. I didn't want to be a girl!"

"Now child, you wished for complete and total control over a girl. That's exactly what you have. If you want her to sit, she sits, doesn't she? If you want her to say something, she says it. You have complete and total control over her, just as you wished. And the girl Laura who you"

"No! You don't get it! I'm a girl now! I hate this! I wanted control over a girl, but not any of this body swapping. I want you to fix this!"

"Normally, only one wish is allowed per person. However, I will make an exception in your case."

"Good. Then I wish..."

"Child! Be careful. This is your last and final wish. Make sure it is for something good! Be careful what you ask for."

"You're right. I will be very specific. I wish that Allan Lattic had control over Laura Fielding, in such a way that she would do whatever he wanted. No tricks, no body swapping, just my wish as I said it."

"Are you sure? Didn't you learn that wishes for control never turn out as you would expect?"

"No. Give me my wish. Now!"

"All right child. Close your eyes. I will grant your wish, exactly as you requested it."

"Great. Get started."

The powerful fairy waved her magic wand, and the wish was granted. Allan looked down, and was horrified to see that he was still Laura.

"You didn't do it!" he said, upset.

"Yes I did. Allan Lattic now has control over Laura Fielding. She will do anything he wants. No body swaps. Just as you asked for it."

"You did it wrong! *I* am Allan Lattic. I am body swapped."

"No, you became Laura today, or don't you remember. Your wish said no body swaps. I can't change you back if you expressly wish against it."

"That's now what I meant!"

"But it is what you said."

"No! I need another wish."

"My my, dear child, you've already had two more wishes than most people ever had granted to them. No, I'm afraid that you are stuck with the fate you have wished for."

She started to fade away as Allan, now realizing that he would be Laura for the rest of his life, began to cry. Soon, she was completely gone, and when Allan opened his eyes, it was morning.

* * *

 

This morning, when Allan woke up again as Laura, he was surprised to learn that his body didn't seem to remember nearly as well what to do. He was more in charge this time, and he wasn't very good at putting on the makeup or even dressing up. He had no idea what half the clothes in his closet were, how to put an outfit together, or anything. He was upset and frustrated.

As he ate breakfast, there was a knock at the door.

"Laura, there's a boy here to see you" said Laura's mother.

Allan looked up from the grapefruit, and was shocked to see himself. His former male self that is.

"Hi Laura. We have a lot to talk about" said his male body. It was strange to hear his own voice. His *former* voice. They went into Laura's room, and locked the door.

 

"So, you wished that you were me, and kicked me out of my body" said Laura, through Allan's body.

"No! Its not like that. I just wanted to have sex, and wished I could control you. It all went wrong."

"You wanted to force me to have sex with you? Oh, that's much better. I feel great about that."

"No, it's not like that!"

"What about me? I go to bed happy, and wake up the next day as a boy. What am I supposed to feel about all this? Did you ever stop to think of me?"

"You? What about me? I'm a girl now!"

"You're lucky. I'm stuck as a boy. But at least your friend Bill is cute."

"So what?"

"So what? Because we're going out on a date tonight."

"A date? But he's my...I mean now...your...best friend. You can't date him. You're both boys."

"I'm a girl inside, remember? I love guys. And I asked him to go out on a date. He's excited. I think we're going to kiss."

"You can't do that! You'll ruin my life!"

"It's not your life anymore there girly. It's mine now. And I can do whatever I want with it."

"No! Please!"

"Oh yes, and by the way, I understand that I have full control over *you* now. I wanted to test it out. Lets see, get down on your knees!"

Allan tried to stand, but found that he could not resist. He lowered to the ground, and found himself unable to stop it.

"Oh, very good. Lets see what fun I can have with you. Some revenge. I think I'm at least due that, don't you?"

Allan said nothing. Damn! He was stuck in Laura's body, and now she could order him around. He was unable to resist her. She controlled him. This was terrible.

 

"I know what you'll do tonight" said Laura. "You'll go out on a date yourself. When I was in my own body, I was seeing David. Tonight, *you* will go out on a date with David. And you will kiss him. And you will cuddle him. And you will seduce him. And you will undress for him. And you will have sex with him."

"No!" said Allan. He might be in a girl's body, but he would not do that!

"Oh yes you will. You cannot resist my orders. I also order you to be so horny that you get wet just thinking of him. You can't get his body out of your mind. You just have to have him. You're thinking about his tight jeans right now!"

Allan felt dread and horror as what she said came to pass. He had an image of David's body in his head, and he almost started drooling. He thought of David's tight pants, and felt the female hormones start to kick in. He started to get wet.

"Oh my god, what are you doing to me?" he said.

"Making you into a real girl. In fact, from now on, I order you to think of yourself only as a girl. You are a girl! You are female! You must only think of yourself that way! You are proud to be a sexy girl. You want to show off your pretty body for all the world to see. You will be the kind of girl that flashes the guys when she drinks a few too many. You will wear miniskirts and show off your legs. You will sunbathe nude in the back yard."

Allan's head reeled. He wasn't a guy, he was a girl. Yes! In fact, he was proud of the fact. He wasn't he, he was a she! It was so obvious! She broadened her smile, and touched her wonderful breasts. She felt so trapped in all these clothes. She needed to wear something sluttier, so she could show off her beautiful body. What fun was it being a pretty girl if nobody could see her boobs under a blouse that covered everything up? What was the point of having a warm moist pussy when she had on such a long skirt? She started to strip on the spot. She didn't feel comfortable until she was down to her bra and panties.

She looked up and saw the boy Allan. He was unzipping his pants. She started to drool even more when she saw him pull down his underwear.

"Suck me" he said. She couldn't wait. He just had to do it.

"Yes, that's good. From now on, you love the taste you get when a male comes in your mouth. You want that too, and will get it any time you can. You're a horny girl, and you want to do this all the time."

She kept going at it until the boy finally did come in her mouth. She swallowed and licked her lips. Not only did she enjoy it immensely, she loved the taste. She licked him again, to get the last sweet drop off of him. How awful it was for the boy within Laura's body! This went against everything he was! Yet, now she was a girl, and she knew it. She accepted her new feminine fate with a smile.

As the boy zipped up his pants, she could not help but think of her date tonight, and the sex she was going to have. She smiled as she found the shortest skirt in her closet. She would go shopping, and get some better clothes than these. She couldn't wait for her date that night. She was seeing a *boy*!

* * *

 

The boy Allan said good-bye to Laura's parents.

"I think you'll be seeing a lot more of me. I feel a close bond with your daughter. We have a very special relationship."

"Oh that's so wonderful. You're so much nicer than that boy David she was seeing. Please do come again Allan."

"Oh I will. I promise" he said as he walked out the door.

  

  

  

*********************************************
© 2003 by Jennifer White. All Rights Reserved. These documents (including, without limitation, all articles, text, images, logos, and compilation design) may be printed for personal use only. No portion of these documents may be stored electronically, distributed electronically, or otherwise made available without the express written consent of StorySite and the copyright holder.