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Swimming for Life

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Look, I don’t have much time to tell you my story, but I need to.
It was about five years ago that I heard about a man who went by the name of “Mr. Satan.” Of course, the name alone should have been a tipoff to me about his true nature, but I had too much of an ego at the time to even consider him a threat.
Mr. Satan offered all people in town a challenge. They could challenge him in anything they pleased. It could be sports, a game, or even just a competition to see who could take a longer nap. If the person won, they would be given any one wish they wanted. And if they lost, they would be forced to grant any one wish that Mr. Satan wanted.
At first I was skeptical. How could a man change everything for a wish? But I was wrong. Almost immediately after the challenge, regular houses were turned into mansions, and many new politicians made their way into office.
I smiled. If this guy was that easy, then I’d go have a bit of fun myself. I walked down to the town square, and there he was, talking himself up.
“Yes sir, yes sir! I am Mr. Satan, and I am here to grant any wish! All you have to do is beat me at any one game, and whatever you want can be yours!”
I rose my hand. “Mr. Satan,” I asked, “is it true that if you lose, you’ll lose your soul?”
Mr. Satan laughed. “Don’t worry, I have plenty of them already. Your soul will be yours.”
“Then what do you get out of it?” asked another girl.
He smirked. “If you lose,” he said, “I have the right to inflict conditions on your life that can cause misery. For that is my wish. Your misery.”
I laughed. “Fine then, I’ll take your challenge,” I said.
He looked at me with a grin. “Mark Debrois, is it?” he said. I didn’t even need to ask how he knew my name. “I don’t really have to even ask in what you want to compete in, but say it anyway.”
“Swimming,” I said matter of factly. I was the state champion in swimming, so this was going to be a synch.
“Very well,” he said, and with a snap of his fingers, the scene changed. We were standing behind the starting blocks, swimsuits on, and an audience of demons in the stands. The official stood holding the starting gun.
“What are the terms?” I asked.
He smiled. “Five races. We’ll go free, breast, back, fly, IM. Individual strokes count as 2 points each, and the IM counts as 5. So unless you lose all 4 individuals, you’ll have a shot until the end. Now then, what do you want if you win?”
I laughed. “I’ll take the love of Kelly Jones,” I said. My heart skipped a beat as I said the name. Indeed, I loved her, but she never loved me back. A full love would be so much better.
The devil nodded. “And if I win,” he said, “you will need to spend your life spreading happiness to others.”
I blinked. “Huh? That’s it?” I asked.
“Yep,” said the devil. “Ready?”
We stood up on the blocks. This wasn’t going to be hard at all. I had been tapering for a big meet recently anyways.
“On your marks, get set… go!” shouted the official, and the gun went off. We dove off the block and splashed into the water. I began my rhythmic stroke. Fifteen strokes, breath. Another fifteen, another breath.
Man, I was so far ahead that he had no hope! I couldn’t even see him. I reached the far end and flipped. I kept swimming down the lane, smiling at my imminent victory. And then…
Splashes started churning next to me. There was the devil pouring on the heat. I won’t lose here! I started churning my own water to speed up. But how could he… The devil surged past me, striking the wall first.
I hit the wall panting and looked at him gasping. “How did you…” I said, shocked.
The devil smirked. “Who do you think I am? Now, let’s see. That was freestyle, so why don’t we make you a little more free?” He snapped his fingers, and suddenly I was surrounded by fire. Yet this fire didn’t hurt – it just changed. When it went out, I looked at my reflection in the water. My jaw nearly dropped. For what was looking at me was essentially a flat chested girl. I had long white hair and a softer face with no hair on it. My muscles had all disappeared from my body, being replaced by toned ones. I had a smooth hourglass figure, and there wasn’t a hair to be seen. I thrust my hand into my bathing suit, and to my relief it was still there.
“What did you do?” I demanded. “This isn’t fair! The race isn’t over! And how can I race when I don’t even know this body or its strengths?”
The devil laughed. “Who said this would be fair? But not to worry – these changes are just superficial for now. You have the same body as before, but just see yourself differently. Lose another though and they become real though.”
“Swimmers at the ready!” shouted the official.
“Freedom from body hair, freedom from muscle, freedom for your head hair. Think about what happens next,” smirked the devil.
“On your mark, get set…” said the official. Oh god, I knew what this was.
The gun fired, and I splashed in. Sure enough, my body felt the same swimming. But this stroke had never been my forte. There was too much technique and not enough power. I watched as the devil surged past me on the first lap. I looked down at my flat chest. Breaststroke means that it wasn’t going to be that way for long.
I wasn’t going to lose! I pushed with all my might, but it was of no use. The devil touched and I lost again.
He smirked. “With breaststroke comes, you guessed it!” He snapped his fingers, and fire engulfed my chest and my loins. Within seconds they disappeared, and I was standing there in a girls racing suit that barely covered my C-cup breasts. But my loins? I reached down, and they were completely gone…
The devil laughed. “Well, now you can register for the girls events.”
“What’s my member have to due with breaststroke?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Nothing,” he said. “But I hate traps. If you’re going to be a girl, be a girl.”
“Swimmers in the water!” shouted the official. We both jumped in and grabbed onto the bar.
“Place your feet, take your mark…” he said. We pulled our ways up. The gun fired, and we flew off the bar.
As I swam, I realized that the devil was right. This was my body now. I wasn’t going as fast as I was when I had my longer stronger arms. My breasts were creating drag in the water. And my hair, although it was in a swimming cap, was still causing me problems.
Yet even with that, my form was impeccable. Nobody could beat me in backstroke, not even the devil himself. I smiled as I hit the wall and saw the devil still swimming.
I laughed. “Still in it,” I said.
The devil sighed. “Yeah. Though I would have loved to have arced your back.”
I blinked. “That was it?” I asked.
He nodded. “But no worries, I’ll do it if you lose the IM anyways.”
We got out of the pool. “If I win,” I said, “do I get turned back?”
The devil sighed. “Indeed,” he said. “If you beat me, I cannot keep any of my curses on you. You’ll go back to how you were, and I have to grant your wish.”
I smiled. “Then bring it!” The official blew his whistle, and we stood on the blocks. Butterfly. What in the world would he do here? He had me as a girl already.
The gun fired, and we dove into the pool. I wasn’t even three strokes in when my arms began to ache. Oh god, girls have this stroke rough! They just don’t have the upper arm strength to do the motion. I managed to keep up well, but it was impossible. The devil hit the wall a full two seconds before me.
He smiled. “A butterfly, eh?” He snapped his fingers, and pain seared in my back. I screamed as my shoulderblades went on fire, growing fast. And then, out of them, two mostly transparent wings burst. The wings of a butterfly.
I blinked. “What the hell is this?” I asked. “This isn’t even human!”
“Nope,” he smiled. “It’s just special for you.”
“How can you do this?” I asked. “This wasn’t any part of the agreement!”
He laughed. “You do what I want if you lose. I’m just collecting my reward early. Come, it’s IM time.”
We stood onto the block. He smirked. “I look forward to your misery,” he said.
I just had to win this race. The score was 6-2. If I won, it’d be 7-6, my victory. If I lost, I didn’t even want to think what’d happen.
The gun sounded, and we splashed down. Butterfly was the first stroke. I started to struggle just like before. But then I realized something. These wings, they really do work. I can flap them at any time. And there is no rule against that! Suddenly, I was flying out of the pool, making up meter after meter of space. I tapped the wall and switched onto my back.
And sure enough, I was floating. These wings were buoyant. So I enjoyed myself as I pushed myself along with my legs, arms, and wings. The devil was in the far distance, desperately trying to catch up.
I tapped the wall and flipped onto my stomach. As Mark I was terrible at breaststroke. But as Meredith (the name I had come up for myself), I was a natural. The water flew past me as I went through the lane. I tapped the wall and turned onto the home stretch.
The devil was a lap behind! I wasn’t going to let him catch me though. I poured it on down the lane, and slammed into the wall with my hand. I looked back, and the devil was half a lap behind. I had done it! I had won!
The devil touched his hand to the wall. “Well, you win,” he said.
I smiled. “Then turn me back and give me my wish!”
Then he smirked. “At least that’s what I’d be saying if you weren’t disqualified.”
“For what?” I asked. “There is nothing in the rules about wings.”
He waved his hand, and there appeared a television screen. And there I was, touching from the breaststroke into the freestyle. And on the wall, I saw an image that made my heart drop. There I was, touching it with one hand. How could I have been so stupid? You have to touch with two hands, damn it!
The devil laughed heartily as I got out of the pool. “So what happens? I spread happiness around?”
He nodded, and snapped his fingers. As promised, my back arced. Though it was somewhat of a relief, as it fixed my center of mass. And there, I began to shrink. Five foot, four foot… My bathing suit grew heavy on me, and soon it just fell right off. Three foot, two foot… I was barely the height of the devil’s knee! One foot, six inches… finally I stopped at three inches tall.
The devil snapped his fingers, and the scene was gone. I was in a house with a bunch of girl with wings similar to mine hanging around.
“What the… where am I?” I asked.
A girl next to me smiled. “We’re all losers of the bet. So we’re stuck spreading merriness.”
I blinked. “What? How? Who are you?”
She kept smiling. “Well, we’re fairies now. We have a person we guard over, and we use magic to make little luck happen in their lives.”
I blinked again. “So… what’s bad about that?”
Then she burst out laughing. “Absolutely nothing! The devil just thinks we’re suffering because to him, joy is suffering. You’re going to have a fun life here!”
And so my new life began. So why am I telling you this? As a warning. My life was taken away from me. It isn’t bad, but I’d much rather have had my old life back. If you do not want to end up like me, do not trust the devil on anything.
Last fairy story for a while. Going to be driving tomorrow, and then working on commissions for a while. If you want a commission of your own, please send me a note!
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