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that did not look too closely at a person's past. The wage she earned was barely enough for food and room rent. No money for fancy clothes or beauty shops that Harry North imagined that he could enjoy in feminine garb. In fact no luxuries at all.

Harriet North found out soon enough that being a woman was not all the bed of roses that Harry had imagined in his fantasies. She found her- self accepting insulting and suggestive remarks and unfair treatment that she could only shrug off. She noted that other women seemed to accept it as a matter of course and she was forced to do likewise.

Her prior background and knowledge were all based on Harry North's past. Her emotional content was a new experience that Harriet did not know how to cope with which made her rather high strung and nervous. Living life as a woman was a new experience and since she was unsure of herself she avoided social contact. In any event her free time was devoted almost solely to ways of escaping the trap she was in. She spent hours in planning how she would word her second wish when the time came for the genie to appear.

Eventually the time passed and again the moon became full. True to his promise, the genie duly appeared. "What is your second wish master. I mean Mistress," after a glance at Harriet.

At that moment a mouse appeared and began scurrying along the floor. True to Harry North's idea of how a woman would act, Harriet became panic stricken. She leaped upon a chair, forgetting all of her plans of the second wish, and screamed. "Get that thing out of here! It's all your fault. I wish I had never seen you!"

Harry North, thirty eight years old, one hundred ninety pounds, was relaxing in semi-darkness enjoying a nightcap when suddenly a tiny genie appeared.

"Oh master, I am here to grant you your third wish."

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