Author: Kay
Rating: NC17 (except first part which is probably R)
Content: Slash m/m and het f/m
Disclaimer: Don't own the wrestlers, just love writing about them. *pouts*
Spoilers: Smackdown 8-9-01
Summary: A comedy in which Trish and Chris Jericho wish upon a star with some very interesting results.
Be careful what you wish for.
*giggles* This story is a result of my insomnia and too much tylenol pm. Somehow, I think that my muses
had a hand in this......
Note: Wish Upon a Star lyrics by Ned Washington. Used without permission. It just seemed to start the story
off right.
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When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you.
If your heart is in your dream
no request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
As dreamers do
Fate is kind
She brings to those to love
The sweet fulfillment of
Their secret longing
Like a bolt out of the blue
Fate steps in and sees you through
When you wish upon a star
Your dreams come true.
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Trish sighed as she stood on the back warehouse dock to the arena and stared at the stars. She wanted some
peace and quiet for a change. She was tired of men always groping her and thinking she was merely a whore,
a toy for their sick amusement.
Trish brushed her hair from her face. She was no whore. She merely did what she had to do in this business.
A female wrestler has a harder time than any male wrestler could imagine. Not only does she have to prove
herself to the other females, but to the male wrestlers, the owner of the organization, and to the fans. Why is
it that men think she actually needs them?
Yeah, she had made some mistakes, but who hadn't? Vince had been her worse mistake. The night after him
and Linda split up, he came to her. Worried for her career, she had let him in and he had been having his way
with her ever since. It wasn't something she was proud of, but what could she do? He'd fire her ass if she
refused.
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Chris Jericho walked out onto the opposite end of the dock never noticing Trish. He stared up at the stars. It
was so peaceful out here. He rubbed his bruised ribs. Damn, Rhyno and his gore. Rhyno was still pissed that
he refused a night of pleasure with the 'one-horned wonder.'
Everyone thought he was was Vince's favorite, along with Rock and Austin. Pretty boy. Yeah, he hated that
name. It had gotten him in trouble more than once. Most of the other guys resented him, complained that he
worked stiff. Stiff? The only stiffness in the ring was their cocks as they tried to grind them against him.
Everyone wanted him.
Now Lance was pressuring him to commit to him. Didn't Lance know that he only slept with him? He didn't
need to be jealous. Hell his wife was only for show. He knew that. She knew that. Commitment? That word
scared the hell out of him.
'Why couldn't I be a female? It had to be easier than being Chris Jericho,' Chris thought as he looked at the
beautiful sparkling star before him. 'I wish I was a female.'
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'Why couldn't I be a male? They have it so easy. Vince never hits on them,' Trish thought as she looked at the
beautiful star before her. 'I wish I was a male.'
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Both wrestlers jumped as they felt a tingling sensation surge throughout their bodies, knocking them to the
cold cement floor of the dock.
Jericho slowly raised his head and was shocked to see himself across the dock on the floor like him. For a
moment, he thought he was dead and looking at his body from a distance. He started to stand and he felt
very funny. When he looked down he gasped in horror. He had breasts! Big ones at that.
Trish raised her head up and gasped in horror as she stared at herself standing across the dock. She stood
and looked down at herself. She gasped as her voluptuous breasts were gone! Her hand slid down between
her tight leather pants and gasped as she felt a semi-hard cock. She had a cock!
"Oh shit!" Trish and Jericho said in unison.
