As Luck Would Have it

Betsy walked Mattie to Mary Jane’s office; it was the first floor of her house. “Mary Jane, this is my friend, Mattie; she\'s tried of using French letters. I stopped taking my pills. It has been deepening my voice and giving my facial hair.”

“I see,” Mary Jane said. “I have a new supplier. Let’s give it a try. Mattie, sit here a few minutes. I need to give Betsy a shot.”

Betsy sat on a chair in Mary Jane’s office. “Mary Jane, I was thinking about asking the barber to give me a shave when he cut my hair.”

“It might stimulate your hair follicles. Your beard might get thicker. I’ll give you something that will lighten your facial hair.”

“I’m dressing like a man. Men shave. Shaving won’t increase the number of follicles. It’ll only irritate the follicles that are there.”

“Betsy, you’ll get skin like a man’s.”

“I’ll it give a few more days before I decide.”

“I have a friend that can use wax to rid you of extra hair. Betsy, stand up and drop your pants. I need to give this in your bottom. Use other birth control for rest of day. Tomorrow, you should be fine. Tell your friend that I can talk to her now.”

After Betsy straightened her clothes, she told Mattie that Mary Jane could see her. Betsy took Mattie’s hand as they walked to the magic shop.

“Do you want your checks written to Mrs. Henry Newcastle?” Paul said as he saw Betsy enter his shop.

“I’m not going back,” Betsy said picking up a few condoms from a drawer behind the register. “Paul, ring these up.”

“I see what is on your mind,” Paul said.

“Do you blame me?” Betsy s

“Not at all. Have fun.”

“I plan on it.”

Betsy greeted Henry at the gentlemen’s club that he frequented. “Daniel, we have a problem.” Henry lifted her chin. “Look at me. I hate talking to the top of your head.”

“Henry, you were just as excited when I told you that the curse was broken. This is should be a dream come true. I have never felt this beautiful.”

“Your anatomy shouldn’t matter.”

“But it does.”

“How it wish it didn’t.”

“What do you want me to do?” Betsy shook her head and returned to looking at the dark tablecloth.

“We can try. I love you so much. I’ll pay for the drinks. Let’s get our daughter.”

Will invited Mr. and Mrs. Newcastle inside. “Annabel, may we talk in the kitchen?” Betsy asked.

“Henry, my good man, I’ll get you a drink,” Will said.

“I have to tell the cook that two more will be joining us for dinner,” Annabel said. “We can talk in the garden while the men talk business.”

“Do you like having a cook and housekeeper?” Betsy asked.

“It’s nice. I like being with the children. Will has offered to get me a nanny but I refuse.”

“I’m going to ask Henry to get Cynthia a nanny. I don’t think it is fair for you to watch her long hours.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Why are you so sad?”

“Henry isn’t pleased; he wants a man.”

“My poor dear. You used to work in a store that sells sex toys. Buy some things to keep Henry entertain. You brag about how much a pervert that yre.”re.”

“That idea has merit. I could think up some great ways to abuse him.”

“That’s my girl.”

The cook told Annathatthat dinner was served.

Henry helped Betsy into her chair. “I bet that Will has been saying awful things about me,” Betsy said, as she sat down.

“Only the best,” Henry said.

Betsy put her hand on Henry’s hand. “Darling, I want to go home.”

“Enjoy dinner.”

“I want to enjoy something else,” she whispered.

“You have a one track mind,” Henry whispered.

“I thought that is what you loved about me,” she whispered back.

Henry was eager to undress her when he came home. Betsy handed him a condom as he undressed. “Do you expect me to put a johnny on my old fellow?”

“I’ll put it on for you.”

“With your mouth.”

“Later. I rather do something else with my mouth now.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

The phone rang as Betsy was putting Cynthia in her crib. Henry walked the phone to the nursery careful not to ove over the cord. “It’s your friend, Mattie.”

“Thanks,” Betsy took the phone.

“I’m willing to do it. Jack says that he doesn’t like Paul anyway. One of my mother’s friends is interested. She has an extra carpet that she’ll let me borrow until I can afford my own.”

“My father will give you a carpet. That isn’t a problem. My father will be glad that he’ll have time to work on his potions again. He’s interviewing a salesman for the Boston area. Frank was suppose to do it but he’s totally irresponsible.”

“How many stores do you have?”

“One hundred and fifteen. We seem to get more locations each week. Our expensive aphrodisiac is on high demand. It must really work. Many of our potions sell at very low volume.”

“I should be able to cover twenty to thirty stores for you in the Merrimack area. My mother’s friend will work an eight-hour shift. Jack says that I can work up to ten hours a day.”

“The stores are open from nine to five. It’s only an eight hour day.”

“Fine. Jack will be pleased.”

“Paul will hate me again for taking his best employee from him.”

“His wife is working at the shop now but she doesn’t have magic.”

“That isn’t my problem,” Betsy said. “I’ll tell Dad your address. He\'ll call when he ready to train you.” Betsy left in the morning to go to work, carrying clothes for herself and Cynthia to her parents’ house. After arriving, she feed Cynthia breakfast. “Mum, how is Alex working out?”

“He’s doing the route on his own. Pop still needs another salesman.”

“I hired him two. He’ll have to drop off cases in Merrimack for them. They should be able cover the sixty stores in that area.”

“Pop will be excited. He’ll have time to work on potions again.”

Alex arrived home around dinnertime. “I miss you the last three days.” Alex kissed Betsy upon seeing her.

“I’m not your wife.” Betsy pulled away.

“We’re sharing a bed.” Alex put his arms around her.

“You were supposed to share my husband’s bed.”

“He doesn’t turn me on the way you do.” Alex put his hand around her waist. “I like your chest.”

“I didn’t get to nurse my baby. They’re rather useless.”

“I like to lean my head on them.”

“Betsy, put the dishes on the table,” her mother shouted. “I brought Cynthia a high chair. Feed her from it.”

“Will do, Mom. Where is Frank?”

“He found our stash. He’s probably going to drink himself into a stupor.”

“Cynthia needs a bottle.” Cynthia climbed up Alex’s leg and started to cry.

“Alex, would you like to give her one? I have to help Mum in the kitchen.” Betsy put the dirty dishes into the sink and started washing them.

“After the dishes, we have to make the potion tomotomorrow. Pop is in the basement making potion already,” her mother said.

“He barely ate. He’s going to work himself into an early grave.”

“Pop loves to work.” Mom picked up Cynthia as she crawled to her.

“She\'s walking around the furniture.”

“So I have noticed,” Mom said.

After bottling potion long into the night, Betsy snuggled near sleeping Alex. Betsy lit an oil lamp. Betsy moved her hand over Alex’s naked body. Betsy moved her hands over Alex’s firm ass. She licked Alex’s butt hole. “You’re still as sexy as ever.”

“Could you make a potion that will make me female?” Alex asked.

“My father use to make one that lasted two to six months but he discontinued it due to lack of sales. I’m sure that I could make one.”

“Make it.”

“I don’t get much time to do research.”

Alex put his hand on Betsy’s face. “Your beard is thicker than mine.”

“It’s hideous. I had a shot that keep my hormone levels low. My body must make male hormone. My voice is deeper than yours, too.”

“Both men and women make male and female hormones.”

“Alex, do you have to talk?”

“Please, God could have intended me to be female. I need to know.”

“I’ll work on it. I want you so badly.”

“I won’t talk.” Alex kissed her.

“Allow me to make you feel good.”

“Betsy, your brother can hear us in the next room.”

“I don’t care what the drunk fool thinks.”

Alex took Frank by the hand after breakfast. “I used my healing energy to heal you five times now. I’m not doing it again and risking my health to help someone that isn’t willing to help themselves.”

“I need to drink.”

“You don’t need to drink. You aren’t the only man with problems.”

“I’m not taking advice from a man that enjoys another man’s arse,” Frank said.

“Then, take my advice,” his mother said. “Alex, don’t heal him again. Frank, your life is in your hands. Eat with us and stop drinking. Betsy and I cook healthy food twice a day. You could be here to eat it.”

“You love that freak more than I,” Frank said.

“Betsy works hard and take care of her responsibilities. She has never blamed her father or me for hers problems. Take charge of your life or move out,” his mother said.

After Alex and Pop left with their carpets full of potions to delivery, Betsy went to the basement to fill more bottles. Betsy followed the instruction to make her father’s famous aphrodisiac. “Mom, work in the garden with Cynthia. I can handle bottling myself.”

“Sure, Dear. Mattie called us. Pop is going to train her. If she works out, then he will train her friend. Thanks.” Her mother picked up Cynthia from her play yard.

“You’re welcome. Do you need me to work five days a week?”

“You should spend some time with Henry.”

“I don’t want to. I have to talk to Dad about making our curse-curing potion. We still haven’t tested it.”

“Once he trains Mattie and her friend, your father is rather busy.”

“I know but this potion could help thousands of people.”

“I’ll talk to him about it.”

“Thanks, Mom.” Betsy called Henry that night. “Darling, I don’t know what to say.”

“Are you coming home?”

“My father needs me to test that potion I made. I’ll need to spend five or six days a week up here.”

“Whatever. I can’t fly a carpet to visit you.”

“My father distributes to stores in the area. I can drop off supplies in the area for him and visit you for an hour at the same time.”

“That sounds wonderful. See you in a day or two.”

“Sure thing.”

Betsy worked on a potion for Alex that evening and put it into half pint jars. She would have to test it later. She wondered if he should test it on Frank but it might cause Frank to take revenge on her then wondered how since Frank didn’t have enough magic to fly a magic carpet. Of course, there were always Frank’s drinking buddies. Pop said that they made great victims for untested potions.

“Alex, I made you a potion. Pop is going to test my curse-curing potion as soon as we can find a few victims. He’s working on it to improve the taste.”

“That stuff tasted hideous.”

“I made another potion. It doesn’t smell as strong. I hope it taste better.”

“What does it do?”

“Make a man into a woman. These things are only temporary and skin deep, but it should help us determine what is wrong with you.” Betsy poured it into two cups. “Drink up.”

“Don’t drink it,” Alex said.

“I can’t expect you to drink something that I won’t. Alex, I’ll be all right. What if this is the key to learning why your body is immature?”

“The men at the bank tricked me into taking a cheap sex change potion before and nothing happened. They were all rather disappointed.” Alex drank his. “It’s like a mild herbal tea.”
After Betsy drank hers, she put her armsund und Alex.

“I’m glad that everything I make doesn’t taste hideous. Maybe, your healing magic counteracts it. You’re still your handsome self.” Betsy kissed him then looked in the mirror. “My voice isn’t as deep and the facial hair is gone. I’m sorry. My curse removing potion workedyou you so you\'re not immune to all potions so I’m not looking for the right thing.”

“At least, it worked on you. The potion must be pretty strong; I believed once you had hair follicles they stayed.”

“It might have ruined the birth control Mary Jane gave me.”

“Worry about that when you have sex with your husband.”

“Birth control wasn’t the reason that I took it. I have sporadic outbursts of magic. During one of these outbursts, someone died; I need my female hormone levels to stay constant.”

“Stay away from heavy objects and I’ll check your hormone levels on the daily basis. If I find a fluctuation, you can see Mary Jane for another dose.”

“Thanks, Alex. Perhaps, the potion didn’t work on you because it was looking for male secondary sexual characteristics. You don’t have any since you never reached puberty.” Betsy touched her face. “I always had facial hair since puberty. I didn’t have a light beard and mustache until I took Mary Jane’s potion, but I had rather thick sideburns. We need to try another formula.”

“You can still wear pants if you want,” said Alex.

“You rather I wear nothing.” Betsy took off her shirt and her pants. Betsy undressed him. “Do you want to fuck me?”

“I’d love to. Your husband is going to hate me.”

“He probably a nea new boyfriend by now. He’s rich and handsome. I’m sure some stupid young man is in his bed while we are speaking.”

“His morals might not be as loose as yours.”

“Alex, want do you want from me?”

“I don’t know. I want us to have a place of our own.”

“I have telekinesis. We could build a house in no time.”

“With the schedule your father gives us,” Alex said.

“We could pay someone to build us a house. We make enough money. You aren’t hiding it in the house.”

“With Frank drinking, I go to the bank every morning and sleep with it under my pillow.”

Betsy dropped off the supplies for Mattie to delivery on Friday morning. Betsy returned to wearing a skirt and blouse. “Would you like to talk? I’m confused about Alex. Maybe you can figure it out.”

“Whappenppened?”

“I gave him my sex change potion nothing happened.”

“When we were at the bank, I saw something different about him.”

“He’s physically a boy. I made a potion that should have changed a male to female but done nothing to a female. I drank it with him. It made my voice higher and remomy fmy facial hair, but did nothing for him.”

“Maybe, he’s just immune to potions.”

“Nonsense. The curse-removing potion worked. I’m not looking for the right characteristics.”

“If there is a genetic error, maybe he can find it with his healing.”

“He must have looked.”

“Maybe, he never thought of looking. I’ll suggest it to him. I have to get my deliveries done quickly. Jack is having his sister over tonight and I need to get the apartment ready.”

“I need to collect your paperwork from yesterday and to count bottles.”

“I put them in the closet. I’ll be with you in a moment.” Mattie brought the supplies and paperwork. “I need more of that expensive aphrodisiac. I brought it for Jack after I saw the sales rise. That stuff is wonderful. Jack wants to take it at least once a week.”

“Is it that good?” Betsy asked.

“Jack performs as well as a young man. If he took it every time, I wouldn’t feel the urge to cheat on him.”

“I only packed thirty bottles of it. We didn’t make enough. I’ll make three times the normal order and set sixty bottles of it for you that next time I delivery.”

“If I could sell sixty bottles of it a day, I would be rolling in the dough,” Mattie said. “My friend, Agnes, is interested in selling too. I can vouch for her honesty.”

“Pop is very glad about your sales. He might be able to take two more salesmen. He has even more drugstores wanting to carry his line.” Betsy counted the money and the supplies. “You’re right on the mark.”

“As always.” Mattie smiled. “You have to go. I need to get on the road.”

“I’ll see you with more supplies to two days.” Betsy blew her a kiss.