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Wishful Thinking
by Alex Hawk (alexhawk@operamail.com)

***

Probably the stupidest plot I've ever come up with. 
Just dumb. I can't believe I actually wrote it. Please 
forgive me. (no-sex, voy, mast, tranny)

***

CHAPTER 1

I let out a soft, quiet sigh as I peer through the 
blinds, hand stroking my penis as I watched Devin, 
thirteen-year-old neighbor boy, mowing my lawn. He'd 
ditched his shirt some time ago and was really, really 
easy on the eyes.

I was a thirty-two-year-old man who was intensely 
attracted to teenage boys. Seeing their young, cute 
bodies in motion, even without them having sex, was one 
of the best, most perfect things I'd ever experienced. 
I'd had sex with girl'0s aplenty back in the day. Heck, 
I had a thirteen-year-old son, Ebin, currently visiting 
his mother, due to one of those girls. But boys were my 
preference.

Much as I loved boys, I never acted on my desires for 
them. All I ever did was masturbate to pictures of 
teenagers and fantasize extensively. I had a large 
collection of kiddie-porn on my computer and regularly 
enjoyed it.

Part of why I never acted on my desires was because of 
fear of getting caught, but there was also the fact 
that I was, let's face it, an older man. More than 
twice the age of the boys that I wanted to have sex 
with. I'd had sex with guys my age and some a little 
younger, I considered myself gay, but never with a boy 
the age I really wanted. They were probably all 
straight, too, which made it even more difficult.

I felt very envious of teenage girls. The smart ones 
were able to get all the boy-penis they wanted while 
all I had was my hand, my porn and, currently, the 
sight of a beautiful young boy mowing the lawn without 
his shirt.

Eventually Devin finished mowing the lawn. Sadly, this 
happened before I came. I quickly zipped myself up as 
the boy walked up and knocked on the door. I opened it 
up, looking at his half-naked young body, a couple 
beads of sweat working down his chest, onto his stomach 
and disappearing into the loose fitting shorts he was 
wearing.

"I'm all done, sir," he said.

Smiling a little I said to him, "Devin, I've told you. 
You can call me Kelly."

"Ok. I'm sorry, Mister Kelly."

I rolled my eyes. "Just Kelly, Devin, just Kelly." I 
walked outside and looked over the lawn. "Very good!"

"Thanks!"

I had to fight down the urge to run my hands down his 
bare chest and cup his penis. I imagined it would be 
very beautiful.

Reaching into my pocket I pulled out my wallet and took 
out a twenty. "Here you go," I said, handing it to him.

"Wow, really? I thought you were only going to pay me 
ten!"

"Well, I don't have a ten. Only a twenty. Besides, you 
did a really, really good job. I'm very pleased by all 
your hard work."

"Thanks, Kelly!" Devin said smiling. "See, I remembered 
this time."

"Yes, you did." I so wanted to hold this boy. Kiss him, 
caress him, and fondle him.

He pocketed the money. "Thanks a lot! I'll see you next 
week."

"You're welcome," I said, waving to Devin as he walked. 
God, he had a cute little butt.

Quickly I sprinted back into my house, booted up my 
computer, found a series of pictures of a boy who 
resembled Devin and gave myself a pretty good orgasm, 
all the while dreaming and wishing that I could have 
the boy himself.

Images of Devin's body stayed with me all day, 
providing much distraction as I tried to get stuff done 
around the house. I kept picturing him naked, having 
sex with me, having sex with other boys, having sex 
with girls. Just having sex in general. I wanted the 
boy so much!

That night as I laid there in the darkness of my bed, I 
experienced another really good orgasm while picturing 
Devin fucking some lucky young girl. As I cleaned up my 
sperm with a towel I kept near the bed, one thought 
kept going through my mind.

"Man, I wish I could turn into an attractive teenage 
girl," I mumbled.

*BAM*

The light blinded me for a couple seconds, and there 
was an odd smell of spices and perfume. And there, 
hovering about a foot above my bed was a small, rather 
fat looking man about two feet tall and floating with 
his legs in the lotus position. He looked rather like 
Buddha only he had an odd smirk and was entirely nude. 
Thankfully his stomach was fat enough to act as 
something of a fig leaf, keeping me from seeing what I 
didn't really want to see.

"Good evening, effendi," he said, salaaming to me.

"Uh..."

"I am called Hasim. I am your most humble, worthless 
servant and am here to grant your wish."

"Wish?" I said, finding my voice.

"Your wish, Grand Magisterial Magnificence," he said a 
little testily. "You wanted to be able to be a girl, 
yes?"

"Uh..."

The creature, a genie I supposed he was, sighed and 
pulled out a small tape recorder and pressed a button. 
My voice came out saying, "Man, I wish I could turn 
into an attractive teenage girl."

"Uh..."

"So I am here, O Lord of my Skills, to grant your 
wish."

I shook my head. "Ok, ok. I know what's happening. I'm 
sleeping and dreaming, yes?"

"No."

"Ah, but I'd expect you to say that as part of my 
dream."

Hasim rolled his eyes. "O Master, I do not desire to 
contradict you in your infinite wisdom. However I must 
contend that I am, in fact, real and not a vision 
caused by too much pepperoni pizza washed down with 
Kool-Aid."

"Yeah, but... you're a genie, right?"

"Correct, O Ruler of the Heavens."

"But genies don't exist."

"Well, I'm sure, O Great Fount of All Wisdom, that 
you'd know better than me, what with me only being a 
genie and all," Hasim said, sounding testy again.

"Alright, alright," I said, holding up a hand to 
placate him. "So you're real and you're a genie and 
you're here to grant my wish."

"Correct, O Mighty One. I am but your humble servant." 
He salaamed again.

I sat up, figuring still that this was a dream. I'd had 
stranger ones. Once I had a dream where I dreamt an 
entire documentary on the early days of the telephone 
system. It was historically factual, too. This dream 
was at least far more interesting.

"Ok... Hasim, right? So you're going to turn me into a 
girl?"

"Not unless that is your wish, O Worshipful One. What I 
shall do, in fact, is enable YOU to change from your 
current... form... to that of an comely maiden of 
approximately thirteen years of age."

"And will I be able to change back?"

"At a whim, O Soon-to-be-Transmographying One."

I considered this. "What's the catch?"

"No catch, Great Sun of the Skies. You shall have this 
ability without strings or conditions."

"Uh-huh... ok."

"However..."

"Ah."

Hasim pulled out a small bit of paper and looked it 
over. "You shall have this ability for 240 hours. Ten 
days from the time you wake up. You shall only have the 
power for ten days."

"Only ten days?" I asked a little disappointed. Even if 
this was just a dream, I wanted more than that. "Is 
there any way to make it, you know, permanent?"

"There is, Great... Great..." Hasim thought quietly for 
a moment. "Great Desirer of Boys."

"That was pretty weak."

Hasim shrugged. "One does what one can, Most 
Illuminated Master of-"

"Let's just stop it with the honorifics, ok?"

"Sure." The genie sat back and said, "Ok, here's the 
deal, pal. You can make the power permanent by having 
no less than ten boys ejaculate into you. Each must be 
a virgin prior to the encounter."

I blinked. "What? What kind of condition is that?"

"The kind someone who planned to use the power to have 
sex with young boys might find to be fairly appealing," 
Hasim retorted.

I sat silently for a second. "Ok, good point." 
Something crossed my mind. "I won't get pregnant, will 
I?"

"No, you'll be infertile," Hasim said, lighting up a 
cigarette he'd produced from somewhere. The smoke 
dissipated only a couple inches from him. "So, what's 
it gonna be, bub? You want the wish or not?"

Thinking again I said, "There's not, like, some weird 
Twilight Zone style thing that'll happen, is there? 
Like I'll turn into a beautiful teenage girl, but 
suddenly every cute young boy will be gay?"

Hasim rolled his eyes. "You people are so paranoid 
these days."

"Well, I'm just asking."

"If you had clients to please, would you go out of your 
way to put on strange conditions and weird consequences 
that made them unhappy and screwed them over?"

"Cell phone companies do," I pointed out.

Hasim hesitated. "Ok, that might be a valid point. But 
we genies don't."

"Hmmm... and if I change my mind?"

"Then don't turn into a girl and don't have sex with 
ten boys and you'll be you again, just like you are 
now, though why you'd want that, I can't begin to 
guess."

Staring hard at Hasim I said, "You know, I kind of miss 
those honorifics."

"I bet."

Silence prevailed for a bit. Hasim pulled out a watch 
and was pointedly looking at it as I considered my 
options.

"What do I have to do to change?"

"Just will that it be so."

"That's it?"

"That's it. What, you want to say some stupid little 
rhyme or something?"

"Well, not really," I confessed.

"Then accept what you get."

"Ok."

"So you gonna take this offer, then? I do have other 
appointments tonight."

Shrugging I said, "Sure. This is an interesting dream. 
Can't wait to see where it goes."

"Fine, then." Hasim put out his cigarette and cleared 
his throat. Speaking in a language I didn't recognize, 
he made many strange gestures and then finally stood up 
and said, "Right, that's it."

"I don't feel any different," I said after a bit.

Hasim rolled his eyes once more. "Listen, mortal, I 
told you it wouldn't take effect until after you wake 
up."

"Oh, right."

"By the Great Hand of Allah you humans are so..." He 
pulled himself together. "Anyhow, let me help you 
sleep." He pointed again at me and I felt my eyes grow 
heavy. The last I saw of Hasim was him muttering, "I 
don't know. They promised me seventy-two virgins in 
Paradise, and what did I get? A bunch of raisins and a 
new job. Makes you wonder why you even bother..."


* * *


I woke with a start and a faint headache, the images of 
the dream still infused in my mind. I rolled over and 
laid on my back, thinking to myself how strange it had 
been, and how nice it might be to have something like 
that actually happen.

"Oh, well," I said to myself. Then I paused. "Uh... 
hello?" My voice didn't sound right.

I sat up and pulled the blanket back, looking down at 
myself. Where my penis should have been was a small 
slit with just a tiny bit of hair at the top. My beer 
gut was gone, replaced by smooth, flat stomach and my 
breasts had actually shrunk and firmed up, now looking 
very girly.

"Holy shit," I whispered, my voice sounding very 
different from what I was used to. Getting rather 
awkwardly to my feet I walked over to the mirror and 
looked.

I was a girl. No two ways about it.

Not a bad looking girl, either. I looked to be a young 
thirteen. I had blue eyes and blond hair and a nice 
face. I would have fucked me. I placed a hand on one of 
my breasts and ran it between them and down onto what I 
guessed was now officially my vagina. Little tingles 
went through my body as I touched myself.

"Oh, my god," I whispered. "It wasn't just a dream."

Then I thought about what Hasim had said about turning 
back. I closed my eyes and sort of imagined my vagina 
turning back into a penis. A shudder went through my 
body and when I opened my eyes I saw my old self 
looking at me.

"Oh, holy fuck!" I said with a laugh. "Oh, god! I can 
actually do this!"

I closed my eyes again and turned back once more into a 
girl, now giddy with excitement.

Now I could have any of the boys I wanted. Cute teenage 
boys could fuck me whenever I wished. Flouncing over to 
my bed, I laid down and started rubbing at my vagina, 
enjoying the incredible new pleasure of being a girl. I 
even quickly found the entrance and worked first one 
and then two fingers up into myself, pleased as pie.

I actually kept masturbating for several minutes, 
picturing a series of young boys on top of me, spending 
themselves within my vagina. I eventually reached my 
first orgasm as a girl moments later. It was quite a 
bit different from what I'd experienced as a man. I 
couldn't wait to have more!

Knowing that I'd have to gussy myself up for all this, 
I went and took a shower and then pondered what to 
wear. I wanted to go to the mall and buy myself some 
girl clothes, but first I had to figure out what to put 
on to get there. Finally a smart idea occurred to me 
and I went to my son's room, standing there naked and 
looking through his clothes, feeling rather naughty 
about the idea that I was the first girl to be naked in 
my boy's bedroom.

I eventually picked out a nice, loose, white t-shirt, a 
pair of boxers and a pair of shorts. I then added a 
pair of white socks and white tennis shoes. I looked 
good. Not great, but good. No bra, of course. I figured 
this was good enough, and headed out.

Quickly I realized I had a problem. I didn't have a 
driver's license as a thirteen-year-old girl. Sighing a 
little I headed to a nearby bus top. There would be a 
bus to the mall in a few minutes. Excellent. While I 
sat there, I looked around at the world, seeing a 
couple boys go by on their bikes. They checked me out 
as they passed. I checked them out, secure in the 
knowledge that I could probably get them to fuck me 
without any real effort. Wonderful.

The bus came and I went to the mall. I used my ATM card 
and pulled out three hundred bucks, which I used to buy 
myself all sorts of girl clothes. I was also aware of 
the eyes of many boys and men on me as I wandered. It 
was wonderful and I pondered the idea of just taking a 
boy and going to a dark corner and having him fuck me, 
but no. My first boy would be Devin.

Shopping done, I headed home, mind whirling with all 
the possibilities for what the next ten days might 
hold.

END CHAPTER ONE

Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk. Copy? Wrong. Copyright! 
^_^

Ok, so this is UNBELIEVABLY stupid plot wise. I don't 
know what I was thinking when I came up with this very, 
very stupid notion. But what the hell. I have no idea 
where it's going to go, but it should make for some 
fun, or at least a little naughty humor. Who hasn't 
wanted to be able to switch genders on occasion? If 
only we all had a Hasim who would come and help (though 
possibly with a little less attitude).

As always, please send any feedback to 
alexhawk@operamail.com ! Thanks!

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