Or don’t? Those cheerleaders could use some more tinkering

“You know what Chloe? I think your family can wait. Maybe I`ll be back later, when you made some progress on your mission”

“M-my mission?”, Chloe stuttered again, looking up at that older man she found so charming.

Oh, right. I made her forget that I told her to seduce the local husbands. I might have to start writing down the changes I make. Wouldn’t want the people to ask pesky questions….

“Oh, forget about it. You know how we old men are -“

“Hunky…”, she mumbled.

“-scatterbrained sometimes. Why don’t you add your contact in my phone and I give you a call when I feel like it.”, Joe smugly tells her and hands her his phone.

“Yeah, ok…. here you go. Usually the weekends work best for me, but –“, Joe takes his phone back and already turns around.

“Sure, I’ll figure it out. Hang in there baby girl.”, his corny line earning him a smoldering look from Chloe.

Now back to those Cheerleaders. The tiny Asian, the model like ginger or the large and busty cheer captain… I put Thai on the slow burner. She should grow more **** before I rock her world. That leaves Naomi and Kimberly. The ginger haired girl might have the bigger breasts and there was a certain appeal to getting hot and steamy with a redhead, but no. Naomi might not have much to offer in the boob department, but she’s Asian and (right now) a lesbian. What’s not to love about that?

Decision made, Joe walked back to the street corner where he parted ways with the teenage beauty. He takes a second to remember where exactly she went and almost gave himself a facepalm. Why would he need to figure this out if he can just mess a little with reality? Joe held on to his trusty magic stone and looked at the house on the street corner.

Before his very eyes the house started to change. Windows morphed and took other shapes, the patio disappeared and a garage formed on the houses right side. The new house had an entirely different look that the former. Where the former had a rustic charm, the new had an artsy almost futuristic appeal. But the most telling change might be the new mailbox stating “Himura” in bold letters.

So, this is where she lives. Now that we’re neighbors (/or always have been I guess) I should pay her a visit. Before I enter I need to get my story straight. Not that it matters with these powers, but I’d rather enjoy my time uninterrupted than have to redo every time I slip up. So my name’s Joe Arthur. I live further down the street. My parents are Casey and Carl. And I came here because … well, why did I? Come on, what reasons could a middle aged man have to visit a neighboring family in the middle of the day? Quick, think of something! How about an inspection? An inspection because I’m from the … the neighborhood watch! Exactly. That way I have an excuse to visit all these homes and check out future “targets”.

Plan in hand Joe walked up to the Himura household. He stepped up to the door and one *ring-ding* later he heard footsteps approaching. Footsteps far heavier than befitting for the 5’4”, thin as a board girl he was looking for. This was about to get interesting.

“Oh, hello! How might I help you?”, the woman answering the door greeted Joe. And what a woman it was.

Sure, she shared Naomis complexion, but except that she couldn’t have looked more apart. Before Joe stood a woman just a little shorter than him and as curvy as they get. Her face might be of motherly age, but graceful an as smooth as any twenty-year old’s. Her emerald eyes radiate warmth only amplified by a motherly smile. Her face is framed by black hair, long and silky.

Her hair cascaded down her body, but before Joe could make out where it might have ended, her figure took a hold of his mind. With a set of round, big and heavy looking breasts, which, although “concealed” by an apron and a blouse, instantly kindled a fire in Joe, a waist, that might not be thin, but still formed a nice curve, and hips that **** you to think about mating with her, she was the very embodiment of femininity. Joe had thought a little planning would have made this a smooth sailing, but he didn’t come prepared for this.

“Yes… I’m… watch… neighborhood …ahm neighborhood watch, I mean.. this is… Mhhm”, Joe stammered and the woman before him made a confused expression and suppressed a chuckle.

GOD JOE, get a hold of yourself! You’re a grown-ass man. You have seen women before. You came prepared for this. And I have a magic stone, that let’s me do whatever I want!, it came to him.

Joe put his hand on the stone and pressed hard. Without a word the woman got a blank stare and walked back in the house. The door only closed for a second before it opened again.

“Oh, hello! How might I help you?”, she said once more.

“You could start by giving me your name, I think we haven’t met yet. My names Joe Arthur.”, he extended his hand to her.

“You are the Arthur’s son? My name is Ichika Himura, but Ichika is fine. Oh it’s fantastic to finally meet you! Casey always speaks so highly of you. So you are that “Man of the House” she always talks about.”, she smiled a thousand watt and vividly shook his hand.

“Well, she sure is a little smitten with me, isn’t she?”, Joe snickered and Ichikas brows furrowed. Ok, how about I don’t make it sound like I’m about to bone the woman she thinks is my mother?

“I mean what mother doesn’t speak highly of her children?”, that and his smile seemed to put Ichika at ease again.

“Oh, that’s true. I probably also sound “smitten” talking about my little darlings.” She actually laughed a little saying it herself. Good save there.

“Exactly! And I’m here because of them. Well, you and them both. You see, I just formed a new neighborhood watch and came here to check your homes safety. May I come in?”