Date: Tue, 29 Oct 1996 22:08:18 -0800 From: Jynx Subject: SRU-credit I’m more of an idea person than a writer, but the SRU universe was to good to pass up. This story could use allot of improvements but I’m putting it out there anyway. Feel free to re-vamp it as necessary. Here goes my first story, ever. Spells ‘R’ Us: Credit ****************** He couldn’t believe it, out of the fifteen applications he filled out he only got two interviews, and both of them where wash outs. His rent was over dew, his car had just got re-poed last night (part of the reason he was late for his first interview), what the hell was he going to do. He was on his third lap through the mall, looking for help wanted signs, when he crashed head long into a man in a bathrobe carrying a tray from the food court, making a fantastic mess of himself and the old man. “Damn! That’s the third time this week” cried the old man as he stood up and brushed himself off. “I’m ...um...sorry sir..I didn’t.....” “You know Mike, if you’d pay attention to what you where doing you wouldn’t have so many problems” “Do I know you” “No.” All Mike could do was stare at the man as he walked off in the direction of the food court. Great! his one nice set of cloths! Of all the luck, I’m here sitting of a pool of coke and cheese fries and that old coot just walks away clean as could be, and in a bath robe no less! As he brushed himself off he noticed an old leather wallet sitting in a mound of cheese fries. “Sir! you dro....” Mike stopped himself. The guy at least owes me a new set of cloths, he thought as he picked up the wallet and opened it. Damn! no cash just a credit card and some business cards. Spells ‘R’ Us Spells, Scrolls, Costumes and more Well might as well return it, the address it right here in the mall. Just as Mike went to close the wallet a small piece of paper fell out, on it where 4 numbers 1812. He looked at the black credit card with the silver border. No one is dumb enough to put the pin number in their wallet, are they? Well there was no way he was returning it without at least trying. Having decided so he quietly walked over to the nearest cash machine, popped in the card and typed in the numbers. Jack-pot! Might as well get some nice clothes, then I’ll return it. 100 bucks should dew. Within seconds he had his cash and a recite. Odd for available balance it said 95%. Must be some type-o no matter, he had his cash and was on his way to get some threads. After about an hour he found a nice pair of pants and a good shirt and tie in his size. He went to the changing room eager to get out of his ruined cloths. Odd. The pants he just tried on seem kinda long. So he went and got one of the girls that worked there. “The label on these pants say 32 x 32.” “Ya. that’s right” “Well I’m a 32 x 32 and do they look like they fit? There at least 4 inches to long.” “Well, you could try a different pair.” “Gee! thanks for being so helpful” Mike went and got 3 other pairs of similar styles off the rack. All three where the wrong size both in length and a bit in the waist. “What the hells with all these! None of this stuff is the right size!” “Well no one else has mentioned anything before. The most I can do is measure you and get you a pair that fits. Will that be OK?” “Ya, sure.. sorry, it’s been a ruff day.” “no problem” After a quick fitting she came up with a size of 30x28. “That can’t be right...well..just as long as I get some pants that aren’t covered in cheese sauce.” All Mike wanted to do at this point was get home and watch some TV. A good night of veging might make everything better. It was a short walk from the mall to his apartment. But appon arrival reality dealt him another duce, the land lord had changed the locks! He ran down to the landlords office. “Mr.Schultz! What with th....” “Listen Mikey! Your two months behind and unless you come up with 600 dollars the only way you’ll be getting in there is to move your stuff out! “Wait! I can get the money! I’ll be right back!” Mike ran out the door and down the street to the cash machine out side of 7-11. God I hope that old coot had some good credit. Bingo! He quickly counted out his 600 hundred bucks. “Excuse me miss. May I” “Oh..sorry” Mike moved aside for the next person in line. Miss? He had no time to wonder at it, Mike stuffed the recite in his pocket and ran back to the landlord’s office. “Here you go Mr.Schultz, 600 hundred.” The Landlord just looked at him kinda oddly for a few moments, before taking the money and giving him the new key. He looked like he was about to say something but then he just shook his head a bit and turned back to his TV set. Mike walked up the stairs to his apartment, pulling up his pants and adjusting his shirt the whole way. Man, I knew the girl at the store was wrong the cloths feel all wrong. As he opened the door to his room and walked in he caught a glimpse of himself in the hallway mirror. “What the hell!” His voice cracked a bit. Mike moved inside his room and closed the door as he ran to the bathroom. And there staring back at him over the sink was a odd version of himself. Reddish-brown hair where dark-brown should be, and the face just seemed ..well...wrong. A more full self examination turned up all kinds of strangeness. All his chest hair was gone as was most of his leg hair. And he was short. Not just shorter, but short. He guest he couldn’t be more than 5’4’’ , 5’6’’ at best. Suddenly he remembered the wallet, the old man and the credit card. He quickly got the card out and looked at the back. His name was in the signature box, in his handwriting. The recite! He dug it out of his pocket. Available balance: 65% This can’t be happening, he had to get to the mall and get this wallet back to the old man. Mike threw on an old, loose flannel and some old jeans.(and a belt to hold them up) It was 9:45, the mall closes at 10:00. He might just make it if he hurries. As Mike ran down the street to the mall he suddenly tripped, or more like it was tripped by a guy in a ski mask hold a gun, close to his chest just so he could see it. “Get up slowly and toss me you wallet” “Here’s nothing in..” “Just shut up and give me the fucking wallet!” “You don’t..” “NOW!” Mike tossed it to him. The Thief quickly when threw it and took out the card and smiled. “Here’s what your gonna do Mr. ‘I have nothing in my wallet’ your gonna go over to that cash machine and get me 2000 bucks, and your gone smile while you do it, and if you try to say or mouth one thing to the camera I gonna blow your fucking head off.” “I don’t have 2000 dollars in my account” “To bad. Looks like I’ll have to kill you then.” “No wait I...” “Sorry. nothing personal...” “OK! OK! I’ll get the money” Mike walk over and put in the card. Slowly he type in the numbers, shaking the whole time, not because of the gun, but because of the card. As he hit the last key a message came on the screen: You have exceeded your limit by 35% Do you wish to continue Y/N With a trembling finger Mike hit yes. He was immediately hit by a tremendous shock that knocked him to the ground. His whole body was a fire as it expanded and contracted. “Holy shit!” Cried the thief as he ran off (but not before scooping up the cash) Mike watch in painful horror as his body took on impossible proportions. His chest tore apart his flannel as his hips strained against his jeans. He could feel a painful pulling sensation in his groin. The last thing he felt before passing out was his giant breasts pressing against the cold cement and a haze of red hair. Mike awoke with a start. What an odd... Oh shit, it wasn’t a dream. How the hell did I get back to my apartment, and way are my sheets pink, and my... everything was different... feminine. Not just feminine but ultra feminine. Mike walked around his apartment in a haze, taking it all in when he noticed a note slid under his door. It was addressed to Michelle. He quickly opened it up. It was a bill! A 2700 dollar credit card bill! With 35% interest! Attached to it was what appeared to be an application for Spells ‘R’ Us inc.