Your Neighbor, Ms. Jones

You decide that to test your supposedly unlimited powers out, you’d go visit one of your neighbors, Ms. Jones. She was an elderly, overweight, mean, and really just… sad old woman. You didn’t like to run into her often, because she’s always complaining about one thing or the other. You did once try to go to her place for dinner, just to keep her company… but it was unbearable to an immense degree. Never shutting her mouth, your dreaded that day. The only highlight was her talking about her days as a model and a civil rights activist in the 60’s, with some very nice pictures to boot… only for her to get back to whining about never having grandkids, or a husband, or a life outside of work. And how she’d do anything, ANYTHING, to be like she used to, blah blah blah.It was really sad… and also really annoying. But still, with your power, there were things you could fix with her.

You walked over to her place, and knocked on her door. You thought to yourself “Ms. Jones will be polite with me,” and winked to no one in particular. The door opened, and Ms. Jones with her cranky, a-pack-of-cigarettes-a-day-for-20-years voice croaked out “John, hello. What do you want?”

Okay, granted, it wasn’t VERY polite, but it was better than usual. “Well, Ms. Jones, I have recently come across a very delightful opportunity that I think you should be able to enjoy too! Would you mind if I come in, sit down, and explain it?”

“Sure,” she said, “but don’t knock anything over!” She let you in, and you walked in to her messy, unkempt home. This should probably be the first thing you fix. “So, what’s the deal?”

“Well, Ms. Jones, may I call you Delores? Anyways, Delores, I haven’t recently found myself gifted with something truly extraordinary, a gift beyond all others. It is the gift to alter reality as I please!”

The old black woman stared in disbelief, mouth agape. You’d swear her fake teeth would pop out, but they didn’t. “Mister Smith, I think you have an issue. You should call a doctor.”

“I understand you think I’m crazy, but I’ll prove it!” You prepare your next reality warping statement. “Ms. Delores Jones’ home will be perfectly clean and tidy, with any and all garbage taken care of!” And with a wink, everything in the house transformed quicker than you’d believe! Within an instant everything around you looked so much better, and you even found a comfortable chair to sit in that had been covered by whatever crap was laying on it. As you sat down and looked at the old woman, you asked “so, believe me now?”

Her eyes practically bulged out of her glasses as she was looking around, absolutely flabbergasted by what had just occurred. She kept turning her head so quickly you almost thought she’d break something, but she quickly turned to you. “What… what the hell was that?!?” And with a light smirk, you respond.

“That was my new power, which I already told you of. I can alter reality as I please, with no limits. Now, this was just to show you that it works. Let me give you a TRUE demonstration.” You look at her intensely, and say “Ms. Delores Jones’ body will turn back into its previous physical peak, while all her clothes, including ones she isn’t wearing, will fit on her new size. And her false teeth will… be put into a drinking glass on her night stand.” And with that, you gave a sly wink to her, and smiled.

Within the blink of your eye, the old, crotchety, unpleasant looking woman is turned into a young, sexy, vivacious, large-breasted, beautiful woman. She looks as good- no, BETTER, than the old pictures of her you’ve seen. This was definitely a woman that you’d want to keep around, which was the plan. She spends a minute checking herself out, feeling herself, looking at a mirror at her being young and gorgeous again, and she starts to tear up. Tears of joy run down her face, and she turns back to you. “How… O’ ma lord, I can’t… how… thank you.” Was all she could sputter out.

“Do you want to thank me?” You say, and she silently nods. “I know of how you can thank me.” You unzip your pants, and pull them down, along with your underwear. Your newly huge cock springs out a little, a bit hard just by seeing her. “This is how you can thank me. I know it’s probably been a while, but that’s alright. You’ll get back into the groove, if you had one. And if you didn’t? Well, you’ll learn.” You think for a moment, and wink the glass with her old false teeth into your hand. “And if you refuse, I can just make back into what you were, and leave you with the knowledge that you could’ve even perfect again, but you blew it by not, well, blowing it. You don’t want that, right?” With anther wink it’s gone, and you sit up.

“So, Delores… what’ll it be?”