This story is a sequel to Spelled Racist, it is advisable to read that story first.
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As I stood in front of the building where I was going to have my interview at the law firm of Bascomb, Hanner & Trevelyn, I thought back at how I had gotten here. After having been changed from a white racist boy into a beautiful Chinese girl, I managed to find a new life and family and finish my college with a law degree. I smiled, thinking back to my graduation day. My good friend Cassie, with her fiancée Brett had been there as well as Helen, another friend that helped me out of a jam then. I remembered everything clearly, it helps if you have a Eidetic memory. I could recall everything perfectly.
I threw my cap in the air just like all the others before I walked over to where my friends Cassie and Helen were waiting. I told Cassie, "I don't have the money yet, but I'll pay you back as soon as I can."
Cassie responded, "No need for that Xia. It is my graduation gift to you. If you hadn't done so well I would have asked for it back, but you performed even better than I expected."
"But Cassie, I can't accept this. It is too much. Please let me pay you back."
Cassie smiled, "I don't have to worry about my financial situation. You need the money, so just indulge me in helping a good friend."
I hugged her, "Thank you so much Cassie, I'll never forget this."
A horn blaring on the street took me out of my reverie. I looked at my watch, it was nearly time for me to go in. I hadn't taken any Catataxin, the anti magic drug, today as I felt fine, and wasn't bothered too much with my power. Catataxin was invented to help people being bothered with magic use to get relief, but it was also to keep criminals that used magic in line and it even protected people mostly Federal Bureau of Magic officers safeguarded against magic users.
I was very confident about this job interview. Of course my precognitive power had something to do with that as well. It showed me two outcomes, but the one in which I got the job was much clearer.
I waited for several minutes on a plush seat before being admitted to Mr. Hanner himself. I hadn't expected to be interviewed by one of the partners in person. I did know that the firm wasn't that big. But it was highly praised and prestigious. He shook my hand and pointed to a plush seat, while he didn't sit down himself, but went to a table behind another seat. I couldn't see what was on it, but I thought I clearly heard, "Maybe you would like something to drink?"
I answered him, "Yes, may I have a tea please."
He turned around and looked at me strangely, before preparing the tea behind the seat's back. Then he put two cups on the table between us. He sat down and asked, "So, Miss Wu. I see that you just graduated from Tulane. Tell me why I should hire you?"
In my clear voice I answered, "Well, I finished top in my class and can offer a lot to the firm. I'm a hard worker and have already done an internship with a small law firm in New Orleans."
"Yes of course, but all the law graduates that apply here have that. What sets you apart from them?"
I started talking about my accomplishments during my internship, and soon we got into a discussion. Then I thought I heard him say, "I don't know why I should hire you. You're a good looking girl, but the practice needs more than just a pretty face."
I answered, "You're right of course, you don't only need a pretty face. And I'm not just that. I have an eidetic memory and can think quickly on my feet."
Mr. Hanner looked strangely at me, and before he opened his mouth I thought I heard him say, "Maybe there is more to you than meets the eye."
I nodded, "Yes Mr. Hanner. There is more to me than meets the eye. I have already proven that I'm good at what I do. It would be bad for your business if I were hired by a competitor."
Now I knew that he did speak, "Damn it, you don't even give me a chance to ask my question. You already know what I'm going to ask. Are you psychic or something? Are you reading my mind?"
Only now I realized what had happened. I was unconsciously using my precognitive power and knew what he was going to say before he said it. I sagged into my chair feeling so down. I even started to cry a little. Mr. Hanner got up and sat down next to me. "I'm sorry Miss Wu. I didn't mean to upset you."
I quickly dried my tears, "I'm so sorry Mr. Hanner. I'm not reading your mind. It's just that I have a magic power. I'm a precognitive. And I also have a weak whisper power, though it is just enough to make people feel at ease and get them to talk to me." I smiled meekly, "It comes in handy at times."
Mr. Hanner smiled at me, "Why didn't you tell me before? I also don't see it mentioned in your resume."
"I don't feel proud of it, and I even try to suppress it. My precog power is more like a curse mostly."
Mr. Hanner stood up and started pacing. "Miss Wu, I am going to be frank with you. I do like your resume and how you handle yourself. But I would have appreciated more honesty. You should have told me of your magic powers."
I looked down to the floor. 'There went my chance of working with this firm, but my precog power still showed me a bright path that I would work here. How is that possible?'
Mr. Hanner sat down again, "But I feel that your talents and power might be an asset in the company, so I'm going to offer you the job."
My face lit up in joy. I almost couldn't believe what I had just heard. Then again, my power had showed me that, hadn't it? I shouldn't doubt it.
He continued, "But I do have some issues that I want to make perfectly clear. First of all, unless you announce it before court, you can't use your powers in an official capacity. You may use it to help you in your cases, though I don't want to know about it. Do you have medicine against your power just in case there are objections for you having that ability?"
I nodded, "Yes, I have a prescription for Catataxin. Sometimes my power gives me headaches or causes too much burden in showing so many outcomes of all decisions that I can't stand it. I always have some pills with me." With that, I showed him my medicine.
He examined it for a moment, and then gave it back to me. "Another point is punctuality. We like our people to be on time at all times. Now a third point is that we have a dress code here. You do look great and what you're wearing now is perfect." I looked at my business attire, which consisted of a dark gray skirt, a cream-white blouse and dark gray jacket matching the skirt.
Meanwhile he continued, "But you are expected to wear something like this all the time. Maybe a little more heel would be better." Now I looked down at my shoes. Mine only had a 1 inch heel, but I had several shoes with higher heels.
"You can wear tasteful pants when the weather or the situation, like going to a client outdoors for instance, demands it. In all other times you are expected to dress like you're going appear before the Supreme Court."
I nodded, 'Well that won't be a problem.' Ever since I changed and lived with my adoptive family Hsu, I wore almost exclusively skirts and dresses. It sometimes drove my adoptive sister Kathy nuts. She wanted me to wear more pants, but some part of the programming of the spell was still intact, making me dislike pants.
Mr. Hanner sort of ticked things of on a virtual list in his head I think, as he cocked his head and said, "I want to talk about something else. I hope you don't find it too intimate or too inquisitive but I need to know what I'm getting. I need to know your personal status. You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but of course it will make things harder for you to get accepted in the firm."
I nodded to him again, I had a feeling what he wanted to know. He asked, "So, what can you tell me about your personal status?"
I thought back to what had happened a few years back.
After my change into a girl, I had been forced to like men. Papa Bob had lifted the more devious curses, but it still left me with a high sexual attraction to men. Unfortunately, I didn't want any sexual relations due to my experiences. But as I became more frustrated, I had decided to try a relationship.
I had met a nice good looking boy named Jed Bointon on campus. On the second date we started kissing and one thing led to another. Soon we were at his place and we started to undress ourselves as we continued kissing. I had to admit that he was skilled at seducing women. He kissed my body all over and made me ready for him as I ever was. But then as he started climbing on top of me, I had a vision. 'I saw Jed getting worked up very quickly and ejaculate inside me without satisfying me. I would yell that I hadn't come, and he would just shrug and lay next to me.' So just as Jed was about to put his dick inside me, I stopped him.
"Jed, this isn't going to work. You're going to fuck me and you won't care if I am satisfied or not." I saw he wanted to protest, "No, don't try to say otherwise. I have seen it with my precognitive power." I pushed him away and put my clothes back on. I was really disappointed, I had wanted to get laid, but my precog power was now making it impossible. 'Damn! I hate my power sometimes, especially when it is so powerful.' Jed was really flustered and put off. I said my goodbye, and knew that he would never bother to ask me out again.
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