Mason passes out (wishes reset)

Waking up on the couch, I was able to tell something was wrong right away. My head was splitting and my ears were ringing as my step mother was yelling at me "What the fuck did you do to me yesterday?" and I struggled to recall what I did to piss her off.

Immediately, my eyes budged open... getting up in a panic, I looked around and thought I must have damaged or destroyed something -- but everything just seemed pristine. The only thing out of place was there was practically no mess to be seen. It's as if someone hired a ...maid and ... "but it was a dream?" cried Mason shouting out loud.

"I KNEW IT WAS YOUR FAULT!" yelled his mother. "Mason! What the fuck did you do!! Why the hell do I have memories of wearing a sexy French maid costume cleaning?"

As memories of yesterday came flooding back. "But ..but wut? just a dream?" stuttered Mason while his mother continued to eye him viciously. To her, the memories felt very real -- as real as her recollection of drinking wine the previous night to wash away the embarrassment of being employed as her son's maid and the chosen uniform being a sexy french maid uniform.

Yet sometime late at night, she'd witnessed her son crying in agony over a migraine so bad it made him pass out. She was pretty sure it was no coincidence the moment her son had passed out on the couch in agony and at the moment, her French maid costume was gone and she felt no compulsion/duty to clean.

Vividly, her memory of her usual job and all her skills, the deadlines coming up, projects due and so forth were quite were they should be came rushing back in. She was her again -- not sexy-French maid her -- but everything was clean and those vivid memories on top of the other memories. It took her nearly twenty minutes of shaking and yelling at him to get him to wake up and gain the little bit of conscience he had.

"God mom, I wish you ... " pausing realizing the passing comments I made yesterday seemed to come true. The dirty, lazy mother of mine was a sex french made! My grin grew wide from cheek to cheek and my mother's eyes seemed to go wide in panic. "Oh yes! I thought" and projected in body language stepping forward closing the gap like a predator. I thought big like daily blowjobs causing my head to explode in pain. Sensing his head starting to throb as he felt become aware of a flow of energy through his mind necessary to make that real and with it an accompanying level of pain. As soon I left the thought go, the pain instantly dropped down to the original level. His mother continued to slowly step back as the panic grew and she realized she'd backed herself into the corner of the room living room trapped by furniture.

"Fuck!" I could feel the power ready to act and I didn't know how to shut it off. The next few words would manipulate reality and potentially put me in a world of pain. As various thoughts of what I might want to change went my head. Some felt noticeably less painful. Focusing on small changes, his migraine was only minutely worse than when he woke up. The smallest change he could make would be saying it out loud "forgot about" *slap*

"Ahh," cried Mason as he ducked and covered, realizing his mother was on to him, yelling "Mason John Brown! Don't you try to change me again! I'm your mother and you will respect me!" in her most authoritative mom voice.

All Mason could say was "why did you do that?!" finishing off his sentence and a moderate level of pain shot through his head enhancing his already splitting headache but he knew he wouldn't pass out at least. Leaving his mother confused why she just slapped her son having forgotten why she just did that.

"My mom. She stopped?" pondered Mason for a moment, as she stood there with a kind of blank confused expression, slightly disorientated trying to figure out why she hit her own son across the face. "Mason, why am I here...I was standing there... you fucker!" remembering the French maid costume and slowly starting to piece together she lost some time or something odd just happened. "You just changed me again, didn't you?" approaching him with her hand up to slap him. "Mason John Brown! MASON!!! MASON! COME BACK HERE! WE NEED TO TALK, RIGHT NOW!"

I knew now was the time to stand up to my mother, prove once and for all I was the man of this house and handle this head forward and straight on. So naturally, I high tailed it for the door. Not even stopping to grab my school bag.

Running past a S.T.A.R. Van parked across the street as he dashed to school, "Motherfuckers! I thought they left!" cried Jason before realizing "Holy shit! I'm a META HUMAN! Those assholes were right!" Still feeling like the S.T.A.R lab was responsible for the **** of his father, he summed up his powers and made a few small, malicious wish as he ran past.

Cisco and Caitlin where baffled by the readings on the radar device commonly used by police.

"10 km/hr as a maximum run speed?" said Caitlin with disappointment in her voice. "That's well below average physical development for his age."

Looking over the additional readings and footage, he hear his coworker passing gas again. Sometimes he wish he'd been partnered with woman that didn't constantly have bad gas. "Plus, he's averaging 45 breaths per minute to maintain that slow pace. His VO2 capacity suggests, he cannot breathe in space, underwater and clearly has some form of asthma. Look, he's stopped running and seems to be staggering down the street; almost dizzy and disorientated after a 45 second jog"

"Let's go back to the lab and recalibrate the meter. We've spent all night outside doing our best to not annoy this boy. What if he is just regular?" asked Cisco, as he felt his feminine underwear ride up against his crotch. It still surprised even him, his new found Fetish; he never expected to like lacy women's underwear but he knew he'd never go back now that he'd broken into his co-workers locker.

"Okay. Let's do that just to make sure it's not malfunctioning and we'll bring back the round b of testing equipment for electro-conductivity, superconductivity, x-ray absorption and lymph-node testing, scratching her butt trying to get rid of that itch which never seemed to go away.

Fuck, thought Mason as he slowly opened the classroom door his head throbbing in pain, when he finished those two small wishes, he was on the verge of passing out again, dizzy as he walked down the street unable to maintain his run but feeling it was worth every ounce of pain to have gotten back at the assholes responsible for his father's ****.

"Late again by twenty minutes! That is NOT acceptable. Detention this lunch hour and after school! I guess yesterday's attempt at teaching you enough discipline to show on time was successful. Detention again after class young man," responded Ms. Fawn as she was handing out papers to her class and reached his desk slamming his down.

"Oh an A...." I thought my eyes bugged out. "AN A?!" I shouted out loud! The paper was half empty!

"Quiet Mason!" said Ms. Fawn, her patience reading the end of it's limit fast.

God. "I wish I had like....super healing powers so this fucking headache would go away faster!" muttered Mason causing his headache to get very intense to the point he was sure he would puke and pass out. Even rolling out of his head onto the ground, face planting on the floor before he start to feel his headache miraculously improving quickly and him regaining his composure.

Not before one of his female classmates noticed and screamed "Ms. Fawn! Look!" pointing at Mason's withering in agony on the ground. Of course, it had to be one of my crushes, though Mason, feeling humiliated before passing out.

"Oh my! Umm, don't worry class!" rushing to the intercom to call the school nurse to have her meet Mason and a student half way. "Jessica, please help Mason to the nurses office immediately,"

"...do I have to?" said Jessica not wanting to touch the sick, sweating, sick looking student.

"Jessica!" said Ms. Fawn after covering the intercom speaker in a disapproving tone.

Touching him as little as possible and keeping her distance, she helped stir Mason awake. Getting back on my feet and being dragged me out of the classroom by Jessica actually felt kind of ...nice. She was touching me to support my weight. "Thanks," I muttered already able to stand better. Feeling the sweating stopping and my headache gone from severe to merely intense. "An A..." keep ringing through Mason's mind until he remembered he'd wished that into existence and was currently being escorted down the hall by his crush.

Being carried down the hall, Mason couldn't help but think to himself "I wish Jessica enjoyed touching me as much as I enjoy her touch," only to immediately feel screaming intense pain as he backed out.