Shoes...and More

Henry erased the feet on the drawing of his mother and then quickly redrew them, clad in a pair of platform sandals with stiletto heels. He looked up, and she was wearing exactly what he had drawn, which definitely made her legs look even better.

She picked up the basket full of folded underwear and walked out of the kitchen, presumably headed for her bedroom, and seemed to have no problems walking in the shoes -- Henry enjoyed the view of her ass quite a bit.

He wondered if this power would work on more than just clothes, and being a typical heterosexual male teenager, his first thought was to immediately erase his mother's breasts, and draw them and the bra covering them at a noticeably larger size. He then drew a couple of faint lines on her chest to indicate stronger musculature, which he figured might come in handy.

His gaze fell on the key hooks next to the back door of the house, and he got another idea. He drew a quick close-up of his set of keys as they hung there, but then erased the two keys that went to his beat-up old Ford and drew instead -- well, he hadn't really examined any other types of car keys, but he drew a generic car key with the Mercedes symbol on it and hoped for the best.

He looked back up at his keys on the wall. They did look different, but -- he got up to take a closer look, but turned when he heard footsteps approaching.

"It's so nice to have all the laundry done this early," said his mother as she walked back into the kitchen. Her shoes' heels tapped on the linoleum as she walked over and picked up the work outfits that she had left hanging from the pantry doorknob. "Let me get these in my closet and then I'll make us a nice breakfast. What are you in the mood for?"

Henry said nothing -- he was entranced by his mother's chest, which was now of proportions he'd only seen in pictures on the Internet, and in his fantasies.

"Earth to Henry!" said his mother, and then laughed. "I swear, sometimes I wish Tracy had tits like these, so you wouldn't need to stare at me so much."

That thought finally registered with Henry, and he managed to sputter out, "Uh, I'm, uh, speaking of that, I'm going over to -- to Tracy's house. So, uh, I don't need breakfast. I'll see ya -- see you later." He grabbed his keys off the hook, felt the front pocket of the jeans he was wearing to make sure he had the magic pencil, and was out the door before his mother could glance at the clock on the microwave oven and get out the entire sentence, "Isn't it a little early on a Saturday morning to --"

Henry walked around the side of the house to the driveway, his mind was swimming with possibilities. Last night all he'd gotten from Tracy was a quick kiss on the lips and a promise that she'd call him sometime today, but now that he had the power to make his girlfriend into whatever he wanted --

He stopped abruptly because a shiny silver Mercedes convertible, top down, was sitting in the spot where he'd parked his car last night, right next to his mother's 3-year-old Toyota. He looked at the set of keys in his hand, and, yes, there was a Mercedes key there, although it didn't really look like what he had drawn, and it was attached to an alarm fob, which he hadn't drawn at all. So he didn't have to get details exactly right -- that was useful to know.

He got in the car and sank into the leather of the driver's seat. Confirming his suspicions, he opened the glove compartment and found the registration form. Yep, state of Florida, "HUNTER, HENRY J" -- everything seemed to check out. He grinned at himself in the rear-view mirror, reached back and pulled the seat belt across himself, started the engine, and shifted into reverse.

Fortunately, it was early on a weekend morning and he and his mother lived on a quiet street, because he made it down the driveway and into the middle of the road in what seemed like a tenth of a second. "Guess this thing's a little more powerful than that Taurus," he muttered to himself as he carefully shifted into a forward gear and gingerly applied pressure to the accelerator to head towards his girlfriend's house.