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HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY EVERYONE!!!

Albert, a 24 year old, didn't really see the point of St. Patrick's Day despite the fact that he was Irish-American. His parents and the rest of his family got into the holiday, some in which went to the extreme but still celebrated it nonetheless. Even though he hated getting pinched from his younger sister and his friends, he still wouldn't join in.

One day, actually a day from the holiday, his dad's friend came over to start celebrating a little early. He helped set the house up for party they were going to have the next. His name was Patrick, in honor of the great saint himself, so he says that his parents named him. When Pat saw Albert sitting in the corner of the living room glowering at all that was going on, he walked over to the young man.

"Hey there lad, why so pissed off? Got no lady friend to get yer lucky charms?" Pat asked in his rich Irish accent with a chuckle and a wink.

"F off Pat. I don't give a damn about this stupid holiday." Albert snapped out.

"Albert! There's no way to talk to my friend! Apologize!" His dad said because he was on the other side of the room.

"No, no George, it's all right, the boy has is opinion on things and he's old enough to have them. Kin' of hurt though, true enough, but his opinion nonetheless." Pat said, then looking back to Albert and reached into his pocket, saying, "Here's something for ye to think about. It's a gold coin that my grandfather had given me the last time I saw him, God rest his soul, that man. This coin has been in my family since the time of St. Patrick himself, so I'd like to have it back tomorrow."

With that, Pat said bye to the others with the promise of returning the next day to get the celebrations fired up, and left. Albert stared bewilderedly at the coin, which had a man's face on one side and a strange looking horse on the other.

"Don't you go losing that, you hear me, boy? You may be 24 and think you're a man, but you're still my son. I'm actually quite ashamed of your behavior." George said, returning to the kitchen to set up his bar for the event.

"Yeah, sorry, I'll just go to my apartment now. See you tomorrow." Albert said as he got up and left, sticking the coin in his pocket.

That evening, when Albert got to his one room apartment, he laid down on his bed and stared at the coin more. He turned it over and over, trying to find out what Pat wanted him to think about. Close to getting mad again, and wanting to throw it out of his hands, he said, "I wish I could have a different point of view of view of this holiday, maybe I'll know why he gave me this thing."

He just so happened to have the side of man's face towards him when he said that, when the face's eye blinked. Then a gold and green waving aura emitted from the coin, Albert passed out, and coin fell on his neck. Unbeknownst to him, the coin was granting him his wish.
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The next day, he woke with a start, and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Not noticing his changes yet, he got up and started some coffee and threw off his clothes he wore the day before, and climbed into the shower half asleep. After turning on the shower, jets of hot water hit his new sensitive, smooth skin giving him a shock. Still not noticing the changes, he just turned the heat down and started his normal routine.

Albert had his eyes closed because of the water started with his hair, which used to dark brown and as long as to his ears, now was light brown and down to his mid back. His mind was still clouded, so he just thought we was doing his hair more than normal. Once done, he reached for the bath sponge and body wash.

He began on his chest, to him seemed fine at first because he was a cross fit athlete, until he got down to his nipples. Pulses of pleasure courses through his body as he went over them with the sponge. Yet he still had his mind clouded, so he continued washing.

He did he his arms, back and down to his legs. Moving from his nicely rounded bottom and hips to his crotch, he felt something missing. The sponge went right on his newly form vagina, and once again pleasure coursed his body. That's when his mind cleared completely. Albert shook with fear as he reached his free hand to his, or should we say her, new womanhood. Dropping the sponge, she went over her body again to feel what she didn't realized was different. Her new formed breasts had grown to D cups and her hands and arms were petite.

Rinsing off the last of the shampoo and body wash, she got out and stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes changed from green to brown and her face had freckles high on her cheeks. Her face was very oval-ish. What really scared her most was the coin: it was on a black chocker necklace with a green ribbon holding it in place.

Trying to take the chocker off in hopes the curse would reverse, she pulled with all her might. Nothing happened, so she grabbed some scissors to cut it away. Once again after a few moments of trying, nothing happened. She looked at the scissors, they were dull and rounded off as if they never were properly made.

'You shouldn't be doin' all tha', girlie.' An Irish man's voice hummed from the coin. 'Ya wished fer a new poin' of view, so I granted ya it. There's no gettin' rid of me 'til ya see the new poin'.'

"What the hell! It's a figure of speech, you piece- ache." She yelled until the chocker squeezed her neck.

'Ya should't be yellin' me wit' tha' pretty lil voice o' yers. Don' worry yerself, e'eryone will accept yer change 'til I think it's time ta change ya back. Now let's head on o'er ta yer folks place.'

With that, the coin pulsed again with the same gold and green aura and female clothes appeared. Then, losing her ability to control her body, the coin forced her into a green bra and thong, and then into a black and green dress with white frills that went down to her upper thighs. The back was a drawstring opening that pulled itself closed tight around her and tied itself. Nude stockings slide on her legs as green four inch high heals waited on the floor to be put on.

'O, nearly forgot ta tell ya,' the coin said, 'Yer new name is goin' to be Ailbe. Easy way ta remember et is jus' adding all and bay together. Now let's get ta tha' party.'

The coin, still giving off its aura, made Ailbe put on the heals and walk out the door with keys in hand. She fought the coin the entire time on the car ride over, but lost because soon they were at her parents house. There were tons of cars there already before she knew the party should have started. She tried to cry out to not go in with tears in her eyes, but not a word nor a tear came out of her.

She saw family and friends from all over town there, hoping they weren't going to look for Albert because she drove her car there. Just then, her mother came to the door with a beer mug in hand.

"Hi there-," she started to say, but she had gotten a far distance look in her eyes. A minute passed when she rapidly blinked, saying, "Oh Ailbe, I almost didn't recognize you, you finally got into the spirit of the holiday. Look everyone, Ailbe showed up!"

There were cheers and many raised glasses throughout the house. Then there were words that came out of her mouth that she would definitely not have said, "Aw, thanks you guys. I don't know why I never wanted to celebrate before. But now that I see what I'm missing out of, why not!"

More cheers went up as a mug was handed to her by her dad, who had a large smile on his face. "My oldest daughter finally grew up into her amazing body that the good Lord gave her. I see you're wearing that coin Pat gave you yesterday."

Once again, words that she was fighting not say came out of her mouth. "Yeah, I am. It's so nice of him to give to me for a while. Oh, I see him now."

Pat was in a group of other men and there was one that looked younger than the rest. Unable to stop herself from going to the younger man, the coin forced her to move to him. Pat saw her coming and tapped the young man on the arm and pointed towards her.

"Hey the Ailbe, let me introduce you my son Daley. Daley, Ailbe. Go to the kitchen and get to know each other." Pat said, pushing Daley forwards. As he got closer, he took Ailbe's arm and lead her to the kitchen.

All the while the real Ailbe was screaming in her head, but the coin keep talking. Soon she stopped fighting and listened, slowly growing more and more interested in this guy. They enjoyed their beers and Ailbe realized that the coin stopped forcing her to talk and she actually liked Daley. Just the coin felt like it was time to show off its handy work on her; it sneakily lowered the dress straps, causing the dress to loosen up her breasts to show more cleavage.

"Oh, this thing, I thought I got it big enough, haha." Ailbe shyly said.

"Haha, it makes you look gorgeous. Plus it's Saint Patrick's Day, let loose and have another round." Daley said with a smile.
---
Hours later as the party was winding down, and the party goers full of beer and tipping over, the coin hummed once again. 'Ya see the point there missy? Ya want ta change back ta boring ol' Albert?'

"No, I love this new me, and I love this holiday."

'Suit yerself, Ailbe ya shall stay.'

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HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY EVERYONE!!!

Albert, a 24 year old, didn't really see the point of St. Patrick's Day despite the fact that he was Irish-American. His parents and the rest of his family got into the holiday, some in which went to the extreme but still celebrated it nonetheless. Even though he hated getting pinched from his younger sister and his friends, he still wouldn't join in.

One day, actually a day from the holiday, his dad's friend came over to start celebrating a little early. He helped set the house up for party they were going to have the next. His name was Patrick, in honor of the great saint himself, so he says that his parents named him. When Pat saw Albert sitting in the corner of the living room glowering at all that was going on, he walked over to the young man.

"Hey there lad, why so pissed off? Got no lady friend to get yer lucky charms?" Pat asked in his rich Irish accent with a chuckle and a wink.

"F off Pat. I don't give a damn about this stupid holiday." Albert snapped out.

"Albert! There's no way to talk to my friend! Apologize!" His dad said because he was on the other side of the room.

"No, no George, it's all right, the boy has is opinion on things and he's old enough to have them. Kin' of hurt though, true enough, but his opinion nonetheless." Pat said, then looking back to Albert and reached into his pocket, saying, "Here's something for ye to think about. It's a gold coin that my grandfather had given me the last time I saw him, God rest his soul, that man. This coin has been in my family since the time of St. Patrick himself, so I'd like to have it back tomorrow."

With that, Pat said bye to the others with the promise of returning the next day to get the celebrations fired up, and left. Albert stared bewilderedly at the coin, which had a man's face on one side and a strange looking horse on the other.

"Don't you go losing that, you hear me, boy? You may be 24 and think you're a man, but you're still my son. I'm actually quite ashamed of your behavior." George said, returning to the kitchen to set up his bar for the event.

"Yeah, sorry, I'll just go to my apartment now. See you tomorrow." Albert said as he got up and left, sticking the coin in his pocket.

That evening, when Albert got to his one room apartment, he laid down on his bed and stared at the coin more. He turned it over and over, trying to find out what Pat wanted him to think about. Close to getting mad again, and wanting to throw it out of his hands, he said, "I wish I could have a different point of view of view of this holiday, maybe I'll know why he gave me this thing."

He just so happened to have the side of man's face towards him when he said that, when the face's eye blinked. Then a gold and green waving aura emitted from the coin, Albert passed out, and coin fell on his neck. Unbeknownst to him, the coin was granting him his wish.
---
The next day, he woke with a start, and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Not noticing his changes yet, he got up and started some coffee and threw off his clothes he wore the day before, and climbed into the shower half asleep. After turning on the shower, jets of hot water hit his new sensitive, smooth skin giving him a shock. Still not noticing the changes, he just turned the heat down and started his normal routine.

Albert had his eyes closed because of the water started with his hair, which used to dark brown and as long as to his ears, now was light brown and down to his mid back. His mind was still clouded, so he just thought we was doing his hair more than normal. Once done, he reached for the bath sponge and body wash.

He began on his chest, to him seemed fine at first because he was a cross fit athlete, until he got down to his nipples. Pulses of pleasure courses through his body as he went over them with the sponge. Yet he still had his mind clouded, so he continued washing.

He did he his arms, back and down to his legs. Moving from his nicely rounded bottom and hips to his crotch, he felt something missing. The sponge went right on his newly form vagina, and once again pleasure coursed his body. That's when his mind cleared completely. Albert shook with fear as he reached his free hand to his, or should we say her, new womanhood. Dropping the sponge, she went over her body again to feel what she didn't realized was different. Her new formed breasts had grown to D cups and her hands and arms were petite.

Rinsing off the last of the shampoo and body wash, she got out and stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes changed from green to brown and her face had freckles high on her cheeks. Her face was very oval-ish. What really scared her most was the coin: it was on a black chocker necklace with a green ribbon holding it in place.

Trying to take the chocker off in hopes the curse would reverse, she pulled with all her might. Nothing happened, so she grabbed some scissors to cut it away. Once again after a few moments of trying, nothing happened. She looked at the scissors, they were dull and rounded off as if they never were properly made.

'You shouldn't be doin' all tha', girlie.' An Irish man's voice hummed from the coin. 'Ya wished fer a new poin' of view, so I granted ya it. There's no gettin' rid of me 'til ya see the new poin'.'

"What the hell! It's a figure of speech, you piece- ache." She yelled until the chocker squeezed her neck.

'Ya should't be yellin' me wit' tha' pretty lil voice o' yers. Don' worry yerself, e'eryone will accept yer change 'til I think it's time ta change ya back. Now let's head on o'er ta yer folks place.'

With that, the coin pulsed again with the same gold and green aura and female clothes appeared. Then, losing her ability to control her body, the coin forced her into a green bra and thong, and then into a black and green dress with white frills that went down to her upper thighs. The back was a drawstring opening that pulled itself closed tight around her and tied itself. Nude stockings slide on her legs as green four inch high heals waited on the floor to be put on.

'O, nearly forgot ta tell ya,' the coin said, 'Yer new name is goin' to be Ailbe. Easy way ta remember et is jus' adding all and bay together. Now let's get ta tha' party.'

The coin, still giving off its aura, made Ailbe put on the heals and walk out the door with keys in hand. She fought the coin the entire time on the car ride over, but lost because soon they were at her parents house. There were tons of cars there already before she knew the party should have started. She tried to cry out to not go in with tears in her eyes, but not a word nor a tear came out of her.

She saw family and friends from all over town there, hoping they weren't going to look for Albert because she drove her car there. Just then, her mother came to the door with a beer mug in hand.

"Hi there-," she started to say, but she had gotten a far distance look in her eyes. A minute passed when she rapidly blinked, saying, "Oh Ailbe, I almost didn't recognize you, you finally got into the spirit of the holiday. Look everyone, Ailbe showed up!"

There were cheers and many raised glasses throughout the house. Then there were words that came out of her mouth that she would definitely not have said, "Aw, thanks you guys. I don't know why I never wanted to celebrate before. But now that I see what I'm missing out of, why not!"

More cheers went up as a mug was handed to her by her dad, who had a large smile on his face. "My oldest daughter finally grew up into her amazing body that the good Lord gave her. I see you're wearing that coin Pat gave you yesterday."

Once again, words that she was fighting not say came out of her mouth. "Yeah, I am. It's so nice of him to give to me for a while. Oh, I see him now."

Pat was in a group of other men and there was one that looked younger than the rest. Unable to stop herself from going to the younger man, the coin forced her to move to him. Pat saw her coming and tapped the young man on the arm and pointed towards her.

"Hey the Ailbe, let me introduce you my son Daley. Daley, Ailbe. Go to the kitchen and get to know each other." Pat said, pushing Daley forwards. As he got closer, he took Ailbe's arm and lead her to the kitchen.

All the while the real Ailbe was screaming in her head, but the coin keep talking. Soon she stopped fighting and listened, slowly growing more and more interested in this guy. They enjoyed their beers and Ailbe realized that the coin stopped forcing her to talk and she actually liked Daley. Just the coin felt like it was time to show off its handy work on her; it sneakily lowered the dress straps, causing the dress to loosen up her breasts to show more cleavage.

"Oh, this thing, I thought I got it big enough, haha." Ailbe shyly said.

"Haha, it makes you look gorgeous. Plus it's Saint Patrick's Day, let loose and have another round." Daley said with a smile.
---
Hours later as the party was winding down, and the party goers full of beer and tipping over, the coin hummed once again. 'Ya see the point there missy? Ya want ta change back ta boring ol' Albert?'

"No, I love this new me, and I love this holiday."

'Suit yerself, Ailbe ya shall stay.'