She goes a little overboard

"Mom..." I say cautiously. "Maybe put that down. We don't know what it can do."

"So let's find out!" She waves it at the counter top. "Frosted they are, the layers of cake. Give me a slice I don't have to make." A slice of cake on a plate with a fork appear. "Oh, sorry John. Make it two, chocolate will do." And another slice appears, chocolate this time.

She takes a bite, but I'm stunned. "How can you accept this so easily? This is ridiculous, it can't be real."

"Don't be a spoil sport, this is the best thing that's ever happened. I have a real magic wand!" She waves it again, now at the broken dishwasher. "An appliance is fixed, extra work won't be missed." The dishwasher is instantly repaired.

"But we don't know it that has side effects or not," I say. This is all going to her head. She's going to use it to fix everything at this rate.

She points the wand at me threateningly. "One more thing and I'll fix your attitude for you."

I put my hands up placatingly. "I'm just saying, if this goes bad it could go really b..."

"My son was a skeptic, his dick like a tooth pick!" She says, angrily. I feel my dick shrivel up into a tiny tube.

"Mom! What the hell did you do?" I said, feeling at my crotch through my sweats.

"Sorry John but I can't have you ruin this for me." She points the wand at herself and says "my body's not fat and my tits are not flat!" Her stocky, chubby body seems to reproportion itself, her fat going to her chest which balloons out. The wand seems to sense her intentions and helps, because her casual tee shirt expands to match, but the collar dips into a V.

I feel my face flush. "Mom, don't be gross," I say. "Do what you want but don't do the pervy stuff in front of me."

She instantly whips the wand back at me. I look down it's plastic shaft like a gun. "Like I said, don't ruin this for me. You don't know this, but I write this kind of reality change bullshit for fun and I've got a lot of ideas. I haven't told the rest of you because I write it as porn. Now shut up and watch."

"Don't tell me that! Look, Mom," I say, my trembling hand reaching out either to take the wand or just out of some self preservation instinct. "I don't need to know what you're into and I'm not judging you for it. Just put down the wand and we can be smart about this." I move slowly to the other side of the table, putting some distance between us.

"Are you kidding me? I can't believe I raised such a coward." She waves the wand at me like a sword and says "your mind may be free to think what you please, but your body obeys the will of ladies." She scratches her chin. "I meant to make your body obeys just me, but that's the best I had. I'm going to have to get better at rhyming."

How can she do this to her own son! This isn't the kind, loving, doting mother that I know. The wand has to be doing this to her. I dive over the table to take it from her.

"Hey, no, stop that," she says. I crash down on the table, my body not letting me take it from her. I look up at her in a panic from where I lay, sprawled out awkwardly.

"John, I thought I'd raised you better than that. I guess I have a little more raising to do."