Alex's mother continued using the Chronovic to create her fantasy lifestyle. After Marcus was transformed into their Buff pool boy Ethan, Marcus's father came over searching for his son.
He was now Ethan's twin brother,Colin. Identical in every way, save for their different colored speedos.
A few days past, and around came a girl scout selling the usual batch of cookies. She was soon Maria, the immigrant from Spain who became the family's head chef.
But worst of all was the family of 4 Jehovah's Witnesses that stopped by just two days before: A father and mother, their 15 year old son, and 8 year old daughter. Now, all of them were the family's private handymen, for fixing up the house. All of them male, all of them amazingly gorgeous, all of them willing to please the Mistress in any way possible.
For that was all that Alex's mom DID! Every day had become a routine of Alex watching as one of the many house servants, whether it be Sobeiski, Ethan, Colin, or one of the handymen, often 2 or 3, enter his mother's bedroom. The shrieks of delight that she gave left nothing to the imagination of what was going on inside the room.
Thankfully, as "Simms", Alex had never been called into her bedroom yet. As crazy as his life had now become, he didn't know if he could handle having sex with his own mother. Even if technically it would be Simms and not him. It was one of the only reasons that Alex was glad that his mother had made him an overweight mid-40s man and not a 20-something muscled stud like everyone else.
One day, Alex was cleaning the upstairs hallway when he saw Ethan, clad in only a towel around his waist and with sweat beads glistening off his rock hard abs and arms, coming out of the Mistress's room. Ethan gave him a wink and then he heard "Simms? Could you please come in here?"
Terror shot through Alex as Simms obediently walked to the Mistress's room. Surely his own mother wasn't about to have sex with HIM?
He expected to see the revolting sight of his mother nude in bed, although thanks to the Chronovic she did look quite beautiful for her age her nakedness would always be revolting to Alex, but instead found her clothed in a very modest bathrobe. Sitting on a fully made bed. Her hair was disheveled and she had no makeup.
"Please, have a seat," she said, indicating to a nearby chair. Simms obediently sat.
"Alex . . ." she began, "I know you're very angry with me. I know you probably have a right to be, the way I've changed things. But . . . I want you to know something."
She took a deep breath, then continued.
"I have a very serious type of cancer," she said. "I've been to the doctors and they've said it's non-operable, even with chemotherapy. I've tried to use the Chronovic to alter it . . . but nothing's happened. The Chronovic won't work on the tumor. So . . . I guess what I'm saying is that I'm dying."
Simms said nothing. Alex's mother said "Oh, I've let up on the personality seal for now. You can speak freely Alex."
"You bitch!" Alex spat. "You've ruined our lives! You force me and Miranda to clean everyday! You've turned so many people into your sex slaves! And now if you die what's going to happen to us? Huh? Who's gonna change us back!"
"I wanted to be happy!" Alex's mom wailed. "Don't I have the right to be happy? Doesn't a dying woman deserve the chance to live out her fantasies?"
"Enough crap, are you gonna change us back?" Alex asked.
"Before I die, I promise you that I will change everyone back. I will give you all the Chronovic and you can do whatever you want with it. But please Alex . . . I know you're angry but basically I guess what I want is for you to forgive me. Maybe not today, but someday, please forgive me."
Alex stood up to leave.
"Simms will take over again the second you leave this room," his mom said. "Please Alex . . . just think about it? Please think about it and I know you'll understand!"
"I will never forgive you," Alex said, turning to leave. "And I don't think anyone else will either."
He wanted to slam the door shut behind him, but as his mother as said, Simms became dominant upon leaving the room. As the loyal butler would never slam a door in his Mistress's face, he shut it quietly and politely.