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A Solution to Noise Pollution

by Jill Micayla

  

My upstairs neighbor would come home from work after eleven PM. She would immediately turn on her stereo and it would disturb my sleep. I was so tired of her inconsiderate habit that I began to think of ways to sabotage her apartment. I had not thought of any way to get at her without being involved and discovered.. Her noise pollution routine was causing me to lose sleep and had me out looking for a quite place to rent and settle into.

I was driving through a little town when I saw the most unusual sign outside an old country store type building. Spells are Us, hmm I thought to myself. I slowed down and then decided to stop and see what was in that store. I opened the wooden door and stepped in as I heard a bell ringing as I closed the door. "Michael," I heard called out from the back of the store. I wondered how he knew my name? I walked towards the middle of the store observing all that was on the shelves and lined the walls. I saw things I did not know existed and things I knew should not have existed. Then I saw the small bearded man in a robe, he reminded me of Merlin for the Disney film "Sword in the Stone." "Michael, I have waited for you for a long time," he said with such a mellow and soothing voice. I suddenly felt as if I had known him all of my life. This certainly was a country store, city store operators would never take the time out to be so kind. He thanked me fore my thoughts and then told me he knew I was upset about noise pollution.

I asked him to tell me what it was I came in for as I was dumbfounded and befuddled about why I stopped. He told me that revenge often back fired. I told him that I really did not want revenge , I wanted the girl up above me in the apartment to understand courtesy Then after I spoke I realized this was the wizard I had read about in TG stories. I thought to myself this cannot be real, I have to be asleep. If I seek revenge then something bad will happen to me. "Michael, I see you are well read and yes revenge usually creates results we did not want." "This," he added "Is not your wild imagination, it is real, the time is now and it is for you I am here." I know you want the noise to stop and Melissa to be aware of how inconsiderate she is." He moved to a counter with all sorts of lotions and potions on it He picked up a small blue vial then said "This bottle has a nice spell in it, but the side effects are horrendous. I know you would not want to be a toddler again." He shifted bottles and finally from the back of a cabinet he pulled out an old record player. "Michael, this will do the trick, it comes with a record and when you play it while she is home it makes subconscious suggestions to her." I asked what sort of suggestions and how would she hear it if I was playing it as I do not like loud music" he looked at me and stated "He would give me the record and that since it was a spell for her, she would be the only one who heard it." I was curios what would take [lace, I was not seeking revenge but wanted a change of attitude. I told him I did not want her deaf, or physically changed. He looked at me with his kind face and spoke gently "Michael, you are a person I would like others to be as, one who cared enough about the person who was disturbing them that person would not be physically changed or for that matter mentally altered."

I asked about the price, I expected a big sum, but was taken aback when he told me for one hundred fifty dollars it was mine. I had expected him to gauge me and yet the total was not bad. I had cash on me and paid him for the record player

He showed me the instructions and asked me to read them aloud so I would understand how it worked. I read the instructions through and then re-read them to myself. I had questions and he answered them. When I fully understood the way the record player worked I was satisfied. He told me he had very few customers like me, most of them were wanting revenge or were so wrapped up in themselves they actually got pleasure form hurting others.

I asked if I could look around before departing. I told him the fictional stories I read always had the person hurrying out of the shop. I wandered about the shop and saw a carton that read male to female permanent. I was not going to ask, but I did not need to the wizard was there to tell me that if I wanted to become a genuine female the cream would work on my body. The process took three weeks and the side effects were loss of memory as a male and a memory of a female. He said that the cream was usually used by selfish men that wanted to be a woman, so they could hide from others.

He asked me if I wanted to be female because of a strong feminine psyche or because I wanted to eight a wrong that happened in the hospital a long time ago.

I asked him how he knew. He smiled an said to remember he was the wizard. I offered to buy him lunch if hew would just chat with me.

I went to the cafe and bought lunch, the store did not disappear. We sat at the back counter as he related the story of my birth. He talked about my childhood and continued through my adult life. The time had passed quickly and I needed to head back to my apartment. The wizard handed me a small pink vial he said to add it to milk and in the morning I would be the person I was meant to be.

I set the record player up under the bedroom of the apartment above me. I turned it on an hr before she came home. I watched the record spin but I heard nothing. I heard Melissa come home and she immediately turned on her stereo. I decided to drink the liquid in the pink vial and poured it into the milk. The taste was like chocolate covered liquid cherry. I lay down and tried to sleep, the liquid had made me tired and I fell asleep. When I woke up the first thing I did was look to see where the record player was. I saw it was not there and then I realized I had changed. I stood up and notice I was shorter. I looked in the mirror, I was a woman, my body was totally female. I still had my memory of being a male. I looked in my closet there were no male clothes. My dresser drawers were full of lingerie. I hurried to the bathroom, I noticed that my bladder had changed, I had to really pee. I sat down and realized the plumbing worked fine. I was ecstatic. I decided a shower would be nice at this point and as I showered the water from the showerhead had a new effect on me. I washed and rinsed my hair, for some reason it was as though I had always done that. I found rollers to put my hair in and again it was as though I had always been a female.

From the closet I selected a pink sleeveless A-line dress. I decided pink would be the color for the day. I selected pink satin panties and a matching bra, I found a pink satin slip, pink shoes and then decided tan hose would set it all off. I dressed without any problems, my first time putting on a bra was as though I had always done it. Cosmetics when I looked at hem I saw mass confusion happening, but as I sat at the vanity. The vanity!!! I had never owned a vanity, things certainly changed. I was not in the same apartment I was in when I went to sleep. I looked at the Elle fashion magazine to see who it was address to. Jennifer Roxanne Michaels was the name on the magazine. I went to the bedroom and on the door hung a purse. I checked the ID my picture was on it with the same name on the magazine. I grabbed the purse and decided to see if the wizard was still there. I got to the door and noticed it was an elevator. I opened the purse and found I had a special key to call the elevator to my floor. Just where was I? I rode the elevator to the first floor and was greeted by a doorman, then by a man in a uniform who told me he was the daytime security.

I was doing things by instinct and not even realizing where I was going and what I was looking for. I went through the door to the parking garage. When I took out my keys I walled over to a light pink Mercedes Benz. I got in, started the engine and left the parking garage. This certain was not the city I had gone to sleep in, where was I?

I headed out to the country after forty minutes in city traffic. I found a country lane and decided to see what was on it. I drove for two hours and finally saw a quaint Victorian house with a Spells are Us sign hanging outside the door. I stopped and headed inside.

"Jennifer, you look nice today," came from the middle of the store. I found the wizard and he smiled at me with the soft eyes and gentle smile I could not be mad at him. He said that since I did not want revenge and that he had no way top change an attitude overnight that he felt it best to move me and give me a different personality. He told me that I would wake up the person I was supposed to be.

I asked about the name Jennifer Roxanne Michaels. He said that he remembered me using it one day in a conversation with myself and he was ready then to help me find my real self. I asked about Melissa he said she was still in the apartment, there was a different person living under her, as far as me being a renter, never happened. I inquired as to my wealth, he said my talent for drawing situational cartoons was paying off. I was syndicated in twenty-eight major newspapers and read in thirty six different countries. I told him that my memory is that of a male, but all that I did today was as though I had always done it. He told me that by the end of the week the male memories will be of a brother who died unexpectedly and my events in my life will be as a girl growing up and becoming a woman. I hugged him and thanked him for understanding me, then without hesitation I kissed him on the cheek and he began to blush. I told him that he was not the tough old wizard he was made out to be.

The drive back to Chicago was scenic. I wondered if I had drawn a cartoon for the next edition. I picked up the phone and instinctively dialed my secretary. "Jen's Lair, Melissa speaking How may I help you?"

  

  

  

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