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Hi.

  You know our old man and he needs some help in his shop. Well, you
could imagine that the work there is interesting.

  As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.

  If you are an author and wish to remain anonymouns or just try to
avoid the replies to your work. I offer you the chance of posting your
stories and collecting the response for you. This offer only stands for
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Enjoy the story.

Ciao
	Nostrumo

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Spells `R Us:  The Apprentice


                                                                     by Grimbo


Leon Walters had always wondered about the strange tales on campus.  Hell,
anyone who heard them would.  But to him, they meant nothing.  He avoided
the fraternities, sports, and any other school activities.  To him, the
location of his next paycheck was more important.  Three years at the
university, straight A's the whole time, and he couldn't get any
scholarships to finish.  It seems that his parents make too much money, but
not enough to afford sending him to college.  His only solution was to work
while attending classes.  Unfortunately, he couldn't keep a job for more
than three months.  It always seemed that something would happen and he
would have to move on.  His past jobs had been enough to pay for the first
three years, as long as he was careful about how often he ate.  Now after
losing the last job and failing to get another one he was down to his last
$100.  Fall semester was paid for, but the fees and books for the spring
semester would be coming soon and the prospects of making cash had run out.

"Looks like flipping burgers at the mall for me," he said aloud as he
approached the food court.

"That may not be nesscessary," came a voice from behind him.

Stopping and then turning around, Leon saw an old man standing at the
entrance to a shop he had never seen before.

"I'm looking for an assistant for my shop," continued the old man.  "An
apprentice if you want to call it that."

"What's the catch?" Leon asked, not sure of the vibes he felt from the old
man.

"No catch.  I'm just thinking about the future.  My partners and I won't
always be around and we will be needing a trustworthy person to run the
business."

"Trustworthy?  How do you know I am trustworthy?"

"Let's just say I do, Leon"

Leon stood there for a moment.  He didn't tell the old man his name, yet he
knew it.  Maybe there was something to this.

"OK. I'm interested.  Anything has to be better than flipping burgers.
Let's hear the details."

"Come inside and we can work on the arrangements."

                                *****

Sweeping the back room out three months later, Leon was wondering if the old
man was for real.  He had promised to show Leon wonders beyond anything he
had ever experienced.  Magic was what he had called it.

"Well, since I'm the one sweeping the floors and cleaning the bathrooms, it
must be magic to him as to how the store stays so neat," he said to himself.
"But, $10 and hour can't be beat and the only drawback so far is that new
watchdog.  Strange breed.  I've got to figure a way to make it like me.
Maybe I can get it laid."

Before Leon had a chance to follow his thought through, the back door buzzer
went off.  Putting the broom to the side, Leon went to the door and looked
through the peephole.  Standing next to a delivery truck was the most
gorgeous redhead Leon had ever seen.  Her uniform indicated that she worked
for the company that owned the truck, so Leon opened the door.

"You Leon?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Your bosses want these boxes unloaded and then cataloged and compared to
the invoices.  Any discrepancies should be noted and placed to the side.
When you're done, you are to notify them of the discrepancies and then put
the cataloged items on the selves and racks as listed on the invoice.  The
discrepancies will be picked up by me in two weeks."

All business, he thought.  "OK."

She turned to the back of the truck and lifted the rear door, revealing
boxes that filled the truck top to bottom, front to back.  "Get busy
unloading," she said while pulling the attached ramp out from the underside
of the truck.  "I haven't got all day, you know."

Without hesitation, Leon climbed up the ramp and in two hours had unloaded
all the boxes from the truck.

"Sign here," she said.  When he had, she turned and climbed into the truck
and was gone before Leon realized it.

"Man, I can't believe I didn't even ask her for any help." Going inside,
Leon shut the door behind him and looked over the stacks of boxes before
him.  "Better get to it if I'm going to finish before she gets back."

A week later, Leon had made a first pass though the boxes and everything he
had found on the invoice was put away.  Knowing that he didn't want to make
any mistakes, Leon started going through the discrepancies piles to compare
them to the invoice one more time.  This took two days and resulted in an
even smaller pile of discrepancies.  Placing the first box on his worktable,
Leon opened it and began to remove the contents.

"How's it coming Leon?" asked the old man as he entered from the front of
the store.

Leon jumped at the sound and spun around ready to fight.  Unfortunately, so
was the watchdog.  Jumping as Leon spun around, the watchdog knocked Leon
over and stood drooling on his chest.

"Heel boy," yelled the old man.  "You know that Leon isn't going to hurt me.
Now go back out front and watch for anyone trying to shoplift."

The watchdog gave Leon one last growl before leaping off him and bounding
towards the front of the store.  Leon looked at the tear in his shirt and
the slow trickle of blood coming from the scratches left behind before
slowly standing.

"Sorry about that Leon.  Sometimes he gets excited.  I think he really
enjoys his work."

"So I noticed."

"Why don't you clean up and take the rest of the day off.  I'll even pay you
for the full day."

"That's OK. I think I can get the discrepancies finished today if I stay."

"OK. Just be careful.  Sometimes our competitors will slip curses into the
shipments and they tend to go off if you're not careful."

"I will."

The old man turned to leave when Leon said, "By the way.  I've been here for
over three months and I haven't done much more than be a maid.  I thought
you were going to teach me the business."

The old man looked down in thought for a moment.  Returning his gaze to
Leon, he said, "Do you feel that you are ready?  Once I start you on the
road to learning, you can never go back."

"I'm as ready as ever."

"I know you are.  Once you finish here, we will begin your training the next
day."

"Thanks.  I won't disappoint you."

"Yes you will." And with that, the old man turned and went back to the front
of the store.

Leon turned towards the bathroom to clean the scratches when he felt dizzy
and fell against his worktable, spilling his bookbag and the box he had
placed there earlier.  Hurriedly, Leon picked everything up and then went to
the bathroom.

Within four hours, Leon had finished his invoicing and left for home.  Upon
arriving at home, Leon went to his room, sat on his bed, and began to unload
his bookbag.  Pulling out his first book, Leon noticed that is was covered
in a pink powder.  Brushing the powder off, he set the book aside and looked
in the bookbag.  Inside, everything was covered in the same powder.  Leon
tipped his bag and spilled the contents out onto his bed.  Sifting though
the powder, Leon removed all his books and dusted them off.  As he was doing
this, he cut the back of his hand on something sharp.  Quickly wrapping his
hand with some tissues from his nightstand, Leon carefully pushed the pile
of powder aside to reveal a large and broken jar.  The lid on the jar was
still closed and a label on the side was unreadable.  Figuring that this had
fallen from the box and into his bookbag, Leon realized that he needed to
get it back to the store.

He went to his kitchen and got a Zip-Loc bag and then returned to his room.
When he got there, the pile of pink powder had somehow spread over his bed
sheets.  Picking the corners of his sheets up, Leon managed to work the
loose powder to the middle of the sheets and then into the Zip-Loc bag.  A
fine layer of powder remained on the sheets and would not come out no matter
how hard he rubbed.

"I guess I'm going to have to learn to live with pink sheets until I can
wash them."

Looking at the clock, Leon decided that he would wash them in the morning
before going to class.  Placing the Zip-Loc bag in his bookbag, Leon changed
into his pajamas and went to bed.

After classes the next day, Leon returned to work at the shop.  Upon
arriving, he immediatle told the old man what had happened.

"Did you get any of the powder in you mouth or on any food?" the old man
asked him.

"No.  Why?"

"The powder you've described is one that we have special ordered for an
upcoming party.  Since today is your first day as my official apprentice, I
can tell you what we are planning.  The powder, when injested, causes any
male to become a female.  Usually takes two days to happen.  It's part of a
trick we're going to play on some of our old friends.  They turned our group
into ponies and rented us to a petting zoo two years ago.  We've been
planning this revenge for some time.  Now, let's get to your lesson."

The two moved off to the back room and Leon began his first steps towards
becoming a mage.  Durring the first few hours, Leon realized that the old
man had not been fooling him and that there was real magic being sold from
the front room of the store.

At midnight, Leon left the shop and returned home.  When he got there, he
immediately went to the bathroom.  Stripping to his waist, Leon stepped into
the shower and turned the water on.  The cold blast of water hit him and
made his penis shrink and his nipples stand out.  Reaching down, Leon rubbed
one hand over his groin and, using the other hand, began to massage his
nipples.  As the water warmed, so did the feeling coming from Leon's crotch
and chest.  Two mounds slowly began forming under the massage of his hand
and his penis pulled in further as it shrunk.  After a twenty minute shower,
Leona stepped out and began drying her soft skin and then covered herself
with a robe.

Walking into her bedroom, Leona donned a pair of tan crotchless pantyhose,
her miracle bra, and a black leather minidress.  Stepping into her 4 inch
heels, she thought about the joys of being an apprentice at the best brothel
in the world.

At the shop, the old man smiled, knowing that Leona was the perfect test for
the new powder.

Fin.

(c) Grimbo 1996



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