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.

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