I brush my teeth, they're perfect and extremely white. Whoever this 'Nate' was, he took care of his body.
I finish brushing my teeth and walk out of the bathroom. My legs lead straight to the kitchen where 'my sister' is. She's in the way of the cupboard. "Excuse me," I say politely. She doesn't respond. "Amy. Please move."
"Why should I?" She replies back.
"I'm getting breakfast."
"Not like you need it anyway tubby." I stand back and look down. I'm definitely not fat, if anything I'm a bit thin.
"You don't need food either fatty," I reply without much thought.
"What did you say?" Says Amy turning around with a steely gaze.
"Um. Nothing," I reply meekly.
"Oh you are so dead Nate," she replies.
My legs automatically turn me around in the other direction and I bolt for it as fast as I can. "Get back here you little shit," screams Amy at the top of her lungs. I can hear her running after me. I then realise. I can change reality.
"I wish Amy was my slave." I stop and look around. I hear Amy still running towards me and begin to question if I really am magic.
Amy runs around the corner and stops, "Don't do that again master. It scares me," she says, tears almost falling from her eyes. I smile, Amy is my slave.
"Make me some pancakes," I order.
"Yes master," she says before turning around back to the kitchen.
"I'll be in the living room," I shout back.
I walk into the living room and turn on tv. Weekend cartoons, better than nothing.
10 minutes pass. Amy walks in wearing a maid outfit and gives me the pancakes. I thank her and order her to clean the dishes and then do the washing. Amy walks out and I'm left wondering. Where did that maid outfit come from. Fair enough it's from one of my fantasies. But embarrassingly, it should be the other way around to match with my fantasy. I should be wearing it, not Amy.