A Few Weeks Later

“Okay, what about blue with little pictures of Pochi,” Haley said looking at the glittering green nail polish I had just applied. I imagined the Carter family dog, a cute little cocker spaniel, wavy brown hair on the ears, a white stripe down the center of his face. I willed the change, and watched as Haley’s nails changed.

The ring burned, it was the only thing I could feel on my left arm. But, I could finally move it, and Regina cleared me to use the ring for “small” changes. She said it was good practice and shouldn’t further damage my still healing arm.

“That’s wild!” Haley marveled at the tiny recreations of her family dog. She was still getting used to me having this kind of power, hell I was still getting used to it.

“Right?” I’d seen the effects of the ring in the elves, my hair, Molly’s youth, but it was different actually seeing and remembering the changes happen.

It almost felt odd not having Regina’s mountain of food on the table. It had become the norm in the past weeks for meals to be over served. All of us, with the exception of Regina, had gained a few pounds thanks to it. Although none of us worried about it too much since Regina reassured us that I’d be able to poof away the pounds before long. Haley had started looking at gyms right before Regina finally approved small uses of the ring.

“So what are your big plans for all the power?” Haley asked.

“Hmm,” I hummed while I finished chewing, “I don’t know how does Queen Bobbi sound? Ooh, or Empress Bobbi. I could run the world.”

“Wow, someone’s full of themselves,” Haley teased.

“Oh, yeah? Fine, what would you do?”

“When I was a little girl, I wanted to be an astronaut. I was convinced I would be the first woman on the moon,” Haley said.

“That’s so sweet. We can do that. I can see the articles now. Haley Carter, first woman on the moon,” I held up a fake newspaper. I leaned in, like I was reading the small print, “Wait what does it say here? It says she went in a bikini! And a picture! Hot damn, she’s a smoke show.”

“Ha ha. I guess I better start looking for the perfect moon bikini,” she laughed, taking another bite of her lunch.

“My vote is for something skimpy. Regina will agree. Would stars be too cliché?” I pondered.

“So is everyone coming with me to the moon? Or is it a solo trip?”

I took a drink, “Ooh girl’s trip to the moon. Sounds fun, but you have to go first. Wouldn’t want any of us to steal your dream.”

It was nice getting the chance to have lunch with Haley. We used to do this all the time when I still worked at Hare. But now it’s a rare treat, although usually Molly and sometimes Regina would be with us now, so today was even more of a throw back with it just being the two of us.

“Here’s your to-go order,” the waitress held out the packaged food we’d ordered for Molly.

“I should probably be getting back,” Haley said, letting me pay for the meal.

“Tell her I said ‘nice ass’ when you deliver the food,” I said.

Haley shrugged, “I’ll try to remember, but no promises.” We hugged at her car, “Oh shit wait, I can’t go back to work with puppy dog nails.”

“Huh, what was that?” I feigned deafness as I walked away.

“You bitch,” she called after me with a chuckle.

I waved as she passed by, my car was just around the corner. I was following behind a woman, when a thought crossed my mind. With a thought, the ring flared and the woman’s dress was caught in the wind. Hot damn! Her ass was tight and perfect in a sexy little red thong. She frantically tried to smooth her dress down, which just served to shake her ass in my view. The wind died, and I got in my car.

I checked my phone, a few messages from Regina. She’d visited Clair at Dite’s, and said the cheerleaders wanted to meet up after school. Sure enough I had a message from Beca too. The weekend was coming up, the girls were definitely just looking for more booze, but I could use another dose of cheerleader pussy.

I changed the GPS, no point in going all the way home. I would just be heading back this way to meet up with them in a few hours. There was a park along the way, I could kill some time there. If I remember right, they had a beautiful flower garden there. Plus if I got lucky there might be a MILF jogging through before her kids got home from school. Oh no, I was starting to think more and more like Regina.

The park was just up ahead. And what the hell was that. I pulled over looking at the sign outside the church across the street. I couldn’t believe my eyes. But there was no mistaking it. The sign clearly read:

HOUSE OF BOBBI
ALL ARE WELCOME
COME ON IN

The MILF joggers would have to wait.