Yes. It got you where you are, but you don't need it anymore. Besides, Mom is scared of your dad using it

"No more magic," you say, and now you are the only supernatural power in the universe.

"Oh, damn. I almost forgot." you touch Abbie's head. "Immortality and perpetual youth." Then, your mom's "Immortality and perpetual youth." And finally, your own chest, "Immortality and perpetual youth. In case I need it. I don't know if it comes automatically with apotheosis."

Abbie squeals and hops up and down with delight. "Thank you, Dave. You're the best brother-slash-god ever!" Her newly enlarged breasts bounce in the perfectly tailored outfit you gave her earlier. You hadn't bothered with a bra, and your mother's glance at her makes you pretty sure she notices both her daughter's bigger tits and the fact that they aren't restrained under her shirt. You can't resist looking into Mom's mind to see whether she's suspicious about Abbie's breast seeming bigger the same day you got the ultimate power to alter reality. You sense she's putting things together in the back of her mind, but she's trying to deny it consciously.

You decide to distract her. "Oh! Mom, the perpetual youth part. It was literal," you nod at Abbie's full-length mirror. Your mother turns to look in it and sees her body as it was before she had Abbie fit and tight.

Her hand goes to her mouth. "David! You shouldn't have. No one at work will recognize me! I don't look like your mother anymore."

"You look great, Mom," you assure her. She looks more like Abbie's twin now than her mother. Although her clothes don't show off her form like Abbie's do. You consider tailoring them, but you don't think she'd appreciate you even noticing how her clothes hung on her rejuvenated body.

"Do you plan on going back to work?" you ask her. "It's not like you have to work anymore. I can provide everything we ever need."

"I'd feel lazy and useless if I didn't do something," Mom protests.

"Take a long vacation, at least," you encourage her. "You've been working to support us for almost two decades now. It's your turn to relax."

"Maybe I will take a few days off," she says, looking at you. She's thinking she has to keep an eye on you. Although, she also feels helpless to do anything if she doesn't like what she sees. It's going to take some convincing to bring her around to see that being the mother of the supreme being is a good thing.

"OK, and you shouldn't do the cooking and cleaning around here anymore, either. I'll take care of it," you tell her. "What would you like for dinner?"

"I like cooking for my family, Dave," she says carefully as if she's afraid of offending you.

"You can, anytime you want, Mom," you tell her. "Just let me do it tonight. You've been through a lot, and I want to do something nice for you."

"You already made me nineteen again and immortal," she points out.

"Live a little, Mom," Abbie laughs. "I'm looking forward to some divinely conjured dinner. What are we having, Stretch? Loaves and fishes?" She snorts.

"Abigail Harris!" your mother scolds.

"OK, let's go down to the dining room," you say, cutting off them off.

You look into your mother and sister's memories for some of their favorite foods. You materialize crispy Peking duck for your Mom, fancy sushi for Abbie, and a rare cheeseburger for yourself. Abbie looks at your plate disdainfully. "That's your first meal as a deity?" she asks she sounds as if she's embarrassed that her all-powerful brother is still so classless.

"I can make any fancy food anytime I like. I'm in the mood for a burger," you tell her. You consider making a tall glass of beer to go with it, but you don't want to give your Mom any reason to think your corruption has already begun, so you go with another Arnold Palmer. You make a very fancy bottle of white wine for Mom and Abbie, though.

After dinner, you watch TV for a while. All the stations have continuous news coverage about the changes you made to the world and your global announcement. Politicians, philosophers, and scientists all put forth opinions in panel discussions and interviews. No one has a clue what's happening, but most people are coming around to the idea that there is now a loving, interventionist god. You probably should clear things up for them. Maybe tomorrow. You say good night to Mom and Abbie and head up to your room.