"Hey, you're a really handsome guy!" I said in my sexy & seductive
voice". He turned round and wolf-whistled. "Cor! You're beautiful!
But why aren't you properly dressed?" he asked. "Yes, Naomi, why are
you not dressed?" my dad asked. "Spoilsport! Just for that, I won't
reduce your age. I am Brian, your son, and have the power to alter
people". I pointed to the boy, who said,"I am Naomi. Confused?" After
we'd had lunch, both Naomi's parents and mine admitted, "Yes, we are
confused Brian, how do you look like Naomi?" I sighed. Brian, looking
like Naomi, explained, "Naomi approached me today, and told me that while she liked my personality, she didn't like my body because it
was male, and she'd always wanted to be a boy". "So what cause alterations to your bodies?" Angela, my younger sister, asked. "Good
question!" our parents chorused. "Well, do you remember in 1998, when
I saved the life of a young gypsy girl from a mob?" I asked. "That was
in May 12, 1998, and a Priest agreed with you that people should look
to their own conduct before blaming others, and to prey on young,
defenceless girls was inexcusable. But then you vanished. Didn't you, Brian?" Belinda, our mother, asked. "No, I was looked after by the grateful gypsy family, and there's no need to look so surprised, dad. You should know by now, that I am at least half Romany gypsy, on my
grandmother's side". "Is this true, Belinda?" my father asked. "Yes, it is true", she admitted. "OK, I can accept that", John, my father, said, "But where were you?" I replied, "In Rome, being looked after by that grateful gypsy family. I actually DID try to contact you, using a Falcon, but vindictive farmers continually shot them down.
I refer to Alan Blake, Bruce Collinson, Charles Davis, Dominic England, Eustace Fordyce, Fabian Green and George Hallam. I know their names because I was there. Anyway, when I was returned to England fully healed, Julia, who had been a kind foster mother to
me, presented me with a gift you can't buy: the power to alter reality and people. All the person has to do, is have a definite picture of the person you want to be in your mind". Belinda said
to me, "Please, let me look the way I was when I was just 30 years
old, and I'll do anything you say, I promise". "Okay, have you got
a definite image of how you want to look?" I asked. "I have", she
said, so I said, "I wish my mother to regress in age and size to the age of thirty years, and her body to be modified to suit her age".
Instantly my mother's grey hair was replaced by lovely long black hair, her eyebrows were once more black, straight and fine. The lines on her face were erased, her glasses fell off and smashed, thus restoring her perfect vision and hazel eyes. The nose became long and straight, and the medium-sized mouth feminine and sexy, while
her complexion became fair, smooth and unblemished. Now nude, Belinda
stood 5ft. 4ins. tall, with a slender build, and a head-turning 35D-22-35 inch figure.