I picked up what was left of Ms. Barnes and quickly kicked the empty pile of clothes off to the side, so mom wouldn't see it when she came in.
Then I wished for a diaper and a blanket to cover the naked baby and within a second, there it was around her. I marveled at the power that woman had given me.
This could mean some very interesting things could happen, but first things first. I had to take care of what to do with Ms. Barnes.
My mom came up the walk, briefcase in hand, looking tired and worn out after her day. I felt bad for her. This was Ms. Barnes did to her. I was suddenly glad that
I turned her into a baby.
"Hi mom," I said as she came up the walk. When she looked up at me and saw what was in my arms, she shook her head.
"Oh please. That's all I need. Are you taking care of one of the neighbor's kids?"
I nodded. "Uh, yeah. I am. I hope you don't mind."
She just shook her head again. "Just keep the kid quiet. My boss skipped out today, leaving us with a real mess. I'm tired as hell."
I was hoping that she would want to take care of the kid. I wanted to go out and see what else I can do with my wishes. I thought it would be some kind of poetic
justice to have my mom be the boss for Ms. Barnes for a change. It gave me an idea.
"Mom. I wish you were a teenager and you would like to babysit for a while."
Mom snorted and put her briefcase down on the floor. "Yeah. Imagine that, a teenager."
Then it happened. Her suit morphed into a pair of Gap jeans and a cropped sequined shirt that showed off her belly. Her hair moved into a pony tail and a
diamond stud appeared in her nose. She looked like that girl Amanda from class who I have a crush on.
Mom looked at herself and then at me. She looked both scared and wonderous, like it was some kind of hallucination. She looked rather silly in the clothes of a
teenager but within a second, that all changed.
She dropped about three inches in height. Her hair turned from brown to a honey blonde. Her face lost that hardness of age and the life of a single mother and a
beautiful, sunny face replaced it.
Then her waist narrowed and her breasts seemed to fill the cropped shirt even more. If she wasn't my mother, I would have fallen for her big time. I could imagine
the psychological complications that would create.
She stopped getting younger at about sixteen or so, just the age I thought about. At first she looked puzzled, like she didn't know exactly where she was or how
she got here. When she saw me and baby Barnes, she knew the hows and whys.
"Are you Emma?" I asked.
"Yup. I came to help you with the baby. What's her name?"
"Her name is Lucy. She's quite a handful."
Emma smiled. "Oh, that's okay. We'll get along just fine, right Lucy?
The baby smiled toothlessly and make a gurgling sound. I guess that ment that Emma was found to be satisfactory.
"Okay Emma," I said. I won't be long. I just have to see about a few things, see some people."
"That's okay. I have homework to do and we'll watch Carson Daly.
"Terrific," I said and wished for some baby food and Pampers for the baby. "I will see you later."
I left my teenaged mom with her baby boss and headed down the street. I wasn't lying to mom. There were some people I wanted to see. I think I'll start with...