The man tried to leave but was frozen to the spot. He just looked at us with a doomed look in his eyes. He knew something truly bizzare was going on and that it was the wrong time to be here.
I hated to do it to him but these were truly bizzare circumstances and the less people knew about this the better. In retrospect, the best thing I could have dome was zap his memory from the past hour. Unfortunately for him, my mind wasn't working from a logical standpoint. So, instead of doing something quick and harmless and temporary, I turned him into a chimp.
He started to shrink into his suit. His head disappeared under the collar of his shirt, as did his hands under the sleeves of his jacket. The legs of his pants started to bunch up from the bottom up until it was a formless lump in which something small struggled with.
"What did you do to him?" my mother asked.
Her question was answered when a small chimp popped out of the pile of the man's nice five hundred dollar suit. His fur was grey, just like the way his hair was when he was a man. The chimp looked at me and screeched, waving his arms around wildly. He ran around the room, screeching and climbing on the furniture.
"You couldn't have picked a quieter animal?" mom said.
I shrugged. "It was the first thing I thought of."
"Well, can you quiet him down before security comes."
I looked over at the rampaging chimp and decided to make things right, now that I got a second to think. Instantly, the chimp stopped moving around and started to grow. The silver hair that covered his body began to receed and vanished completely as his retained his human form, without the suit,of course. My mother let out a pleased sigh when she saw the man naked. More for the therapist.
I put the man to sleep and we placed him next to Ms. Barnes, who had also gone back to her human form. When they woke up together, I hope they mutually decided to forget the events of the day, what they remembered, what they didn't and what they wanted to forget.
We left the building, relieved that all that was over. Still, I had the ring on my finger and the ability to wish for just about anything.
What could I do? What were the limits? Would it ever run out, like a battery?
"So...what do you want to wish for next?" Mom asked.
I thought for a second and them I smiled. "We could..."