Smiling, she approached your house and proceeded to pick up your groceries for you. You couldn't decide what to do, as this drop-dead gorgeous woman has automatically decided to do a chore for you. You felt compelled to follow her into your house. And so you did.
She place your things on the countertop, as she took stock of your kitchen. She scanned around, and saw a St. Jude's Children's Hospital donation slip and thank you letter. There were also pictures around the house of you and your friends and family. She smiled as she got a sense of your personality. She decided you were a sweet man, a commodity rare these days.
"Change of plans," she said as she turned toward you. She began to chant in a strange tongue. As she did so, you noticed she seemed to get taller. As a matter of fact, everything around you seemed to grow larger. Your clothing began to change as well. Your pants turned white, and your shit shit became black with white lettering. Your shoes became black and white Addidas and became cleats. Your feet shrunk, and the hair on your arms disappeared as they got thinner. Your hands were shrinking along with your arms. Then a pair of gloves.....batting gloves...black and white Addidas brand....appeared on your smaller hands. Just as you finished shrinking, a black helmet appeared on your head.
When all was said and done, you were peering UP at this gorgeous woman from under the brim of a batting helmet, matching the baseball uniform you now suddenly found yourself wearing.
"Wha- what's going on?" Your voice! It was softer somehow!
"Aw, you're adorable! You make a great son that I never had! And it's almost time for your Little League game!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Look," she said, beckoning you to follow her to the closet by the living room door where a full-length mirror is hung from the inside. She opened the closet door, and there in the reflection, was the woman and a young boy! Couldn't be any older than 11 years old, ready for his Little League Baseball game. He has eye black and everything. A spitting image of the woman, even her green eyes and a smattering of freckles across his the bridge of his little nose. But he has your olive tan skin and dark spikey hair when you were his age 11 years ago. A good looking boy.
You could only just stand there gaping at the image. The boy in the mirror did the same gaping back at you. Was that your reflection? You don't even recognize the face!
"I just turned you into our son. You are your own boy. My little guy. You're so sweet! Look at you! I love you!"