A wish too quickly said

"Right, miladdy. One 'cute guy' comin' up!" are the last words you hear before the leprechaun snaps his fingers.

At first, you feel no change. "Did it work?" You ask.

"Give it time, lad. Give it time. I believe there's a mirror nearby if ye want ta see it work..." A few chuckles escape the little imp's mouth as you start looking.

Soon you find it. A full-length mirror, showing your whole body. Nothing seems different at first glance. You see you have a 5 o'clock shadow on your face, and reach your hand up - but instead of rough cut stubble, your hand feels downy smooth fur.

"What the?!", you yelp, pulling your hand away to look at it. Was there some silky stuff on your hand that made your chin feel like fur?

No silky stuff. Only dark, coarse pads quickly forming. You look up in shock at your face in the mirror. Your eyes have grown completely black, liquid ... and so very very cute in a "puppy dog" sort of way. This time, literally.

Shocked beyond words, you watch as the changes continue, and your ears sprout thick golden brown fur, lengthen, and flop down over your jawbone and neck. You turn your head to the side to get a better look at one, and see your mouth move away from your face into the muzzle of a cocker spaniel, complete with whiskers and a full set of canine teeth.

A sensation in the whole of your being slowly dawns and you feel a climax of energy rushing into your flesh. Fur ripples away from your muzzle, throwing your hair aside and snaking under your wet shirt. The climax hits, and suddenly you shrink with rapid force. The world becomes huge volumes of cloth that you jump and paw at...

When you emerge, you look at yourself in the lower edge of the mirror, and see the cutest little puppy dog (boy) you've ever seen in your life. Even your snarl is the epotime of cuteness. "Leprechaun!" you shout. (In a really cute "golly gee I'm angry!" voice girls would coo over)

Written by Arthur J. Pearson (edited by wanderer)

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