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"... no Baka..."

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"But the wish can only affect you. So no world peace or stuff like that.
However, if
you want to fly, that might be doable..."

Frankly, I was getting dizzy. That was like, the fifteenth restriction
that had been
placed on this all-mighty wish I was granted by this Genie. So much for
Aladdin or
such, this made me feel like I was entering into some sort of legal
deal...

Next time I find a sealed bottle lying on the beach, I'm leaving it
alone. It'll save on
the headaches.

I mentally reviewed what I could remember of all the stipulations.

"Wait a sec, you said you couldn't alter nature's design earlir. How
would flight be
possible?" I accused.

The Genie, (Who looked like Roseanne in silks, completely killing
another
Hollywood Stereotype... not to mention my libido.) blushed a bit. "Well,
I could do
it... but I'd have to change you into a bird..."

"Ah. Right."

Did I mention the headache yet? It was because of coments like this that
I had one.
To spare time, I shall now sum up what this Genie has spent the last
hour and a half
trying to explain to me: All she can do is change me into something
else. Permenantly.
And she can't leave or stop bugging me until I make the wish. Nor can I
give it to
someone else or just say no.

The problem was, I really like myself. Sure, I was overweight (Okay,
Obese),
needed glasses (Leagaly blind without them), had a bad ankle (Born with
a club
foot), and had reoccuring bouts of cancer...

...

Okay, maybe getting a new body woudn't be so bad afterall. Now what kind
of body
would I want to get?

Well, why not go for the best. And all the perks as well.

"Okay, then. There's this comic called Ranma 1/2, right?"

"That's a one of those picture-book story things, right?"

"Yes, I have a copy of some in the bag by my towel back there. Anyway, I
want to
have the body, and skills, of Ranma Saotome... but none of the
drawbacks. You
know, no curse, no fear of cats... And I want the body to be as it would
be in the real
world, not like a copy of the drawing exactly, got that? And, of course,
I want all my
clothes and identification to match the new me - you did say you could
do that,
right?"

The Genie thought about that for a moment. "Sure, that last part is part
of the whole
deal, you know. You mind if I go take a look at those books for a
moment? I need to
figure out who this Ranma character is."

"Sure, no problem." And she went off, and began thumbing through one of
the
compilations. While I stood there, just imagining myself in that young,
HEALTHY,
and handsome body. A dream come true.

A few moments later the Genie came back, and said she was ready. Then,
with a
wave of her hand, I changed... and got smaller?!

Something didn't feel right, but I had an idea what it was. So I looked
down. Yep, a
rather nice pair of breasts, right on my chest. Covered in a one piece
swimsut with
"BOY" sewn on it.

"You idiot!" I yelled at the Genie. "I wanted to be turned into the MALE
Ranma!"

The Genie looked confused. "What do you mean?" She handed me the comic
she
had used. It was the episode where Ranma was fighting Cologne at the
beach... while
he was stuck as a girl. I grabbed another comic and showed her the
error.

She blushed again. Badly. Then giggled a bit. "Well, um, oopsie? Er...
if it's any
consolation, since I thought this Ranma was a real girl, I made you one
hundred
percent female?"

I growled.

"Aheh... well, sorry, no refunds, igottagonowbyebye." And with that, she
was gone.

As I packed up my things (which, as per the wish, were now appropriate
for a
teenage girl, not a middle age man) a guy walks up to me. "Hey, Babe,"
he says,
"How about I buy you a drink?"

The glare I gave him scared him off, alright, but not before I realized
that the guy had
been moderatly attractive...

...

...

Yep, definitly leaving any more sealed bottles I find alone...

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End.

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The Sunburst Project, Week 12
http://www.chaoseed.com/btr/sbp/
8/16/00