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The Contest 
by Caleb Jones

"Gee, Eric, I got this Email from Raven saying Mindy was changing the 
writing contest into a beauty contest!"

"I got one from Raven too, Caleb!  It was right after he sent out his great 
story for the writing contest."

"Mine said that due to the co-sponsorship of HairMania and RollerMania, the 
contest had been transformed into a beauty contest, Eric."

"Mine, also, Caleb."

"Now we might not have time to write our stories for the contest!" 

The truth dawns on our two writers as they uncover the nefarious plans of 
their feathered friend and co-writer.

Two sets of typing hands leave the keyboard and rise as fists, high into the 
air, at the same time that both angrily yell out to anyone who will hear...

"Curse you Raven, may the SRU Wizard enter you into the beauty contest 
you made up -- AND  MAY YOU LOOSE!!!"

Furious typing ensues as Caleb and Eric write up a story about the 
impeachable Raven.  Meanwhile, the mighty pens of the Raven transform 
into earrings and the printed out pages of his story for the contest wrap 
around him and form an attractive evening gown.  His keyboard and mouse 
slide down to his feet and reshape themselves into a pair of four inch high 
heels.  His living room transforms into a stage and Raven is surrounded by a 
multitude of young vibrant women in evening wear.  His printer ink ribbon 
extends into a sash around his chest proclaiming him to the world as Miss 
Teen Florida.

Sadly, while quite feminine with long hair and a firm if small bosom, the 
newly remodeled Raven still looks much like his male self and looses the 
beauty portion of the contest.  As to the talent portion, well, lawyering and 
storytelling may be important talents but they are rather hard to display on the 
stage for the viewing public.  Raven perked up after winning Miss 
Congeniality.  His interest in the other girls was appreciated, but it was to 
little, and too late.

The Raven lost the beauty contest.

Whether the changes were the doing of the writers, or due to the intervention 
of an old man in a well-worn bathrobe working in the mall remains 
unknown.  

The Raven sighed as he kicked off his heels and took off his bra and panty 
hose after a long hard day of using his best lawyering skills.  He had to 
change his legal records from the masculine into the feminine, and record a 
significant age decrease as well.  Convincing a Judge of his true identity had 
been quite difficult and would set a precedent in future cases involving 
Fictionmania!  

He turned on his computer and checked out the site to see who was the 
winner of the contest... the WRITING contest, he ruefully reminded himself.  

When he saw the name of the winning story, he raised his fists high into the 
air, at the same time  angrily yells out to anyone who will hear...

"Curse you Eric and Caleb, may the SRU Wizard....!

But that's another story