Deciding that the arcade isn't the right place for him, Andrew goes outside unsure of what to do, but he felt
the urgency to find someone growing.
As he stared into space momentarily, the thought of going to a bar crossed his mind. The non enchanted remnant
of his brain panicked and tried to break the hold the spell had on him. (The non enchanted part is the most
important, as far as the witch is concerned, it is the part that will be retrained on how to express love.)
He may have been able to break the spell. Having been pubescent 20 minutes ago his mind is much more familiar
than an adults would be, with the wild change in hormones that the potion is causing. Andrew was winning
against the spell but became distracted when he saw a very powerful aura surrounding a woman who was dropping
off her 16-17 year old son. In beating back the spell he was more conscious, in being more conscious he became
completely fascinated by the strange thing he was seeing around the woman.
Like a rubber band the spell snapped back and gripped him tight. Andrew bonded with this woman, she needed him
and now he needed to serve her. His body instantly began exuding pheromones to make him seem more attractive
and trustworthy. The ugly aura around her immediately disappeared and the unmasked image of the woman was
seared into his brain as the definition of beauty.
Andrew, without thinking, walked up to the sidewalk and called out to the woman. "Miss" he called getting her
attention.
"Yes?", she questioned, surprised she was being addressed.
Andrew, having only matured in body, said the most romantic thing he could think of on the spot. "I am yours,
take me."
The woman was taken aback but after a moment realized he was serious and laughed. "Flattering, tempting even,
but no. You can't be as old as my oldest child. Try someone your own age.", she said while moving toward her
car.
Having bonded to her, someone else wasn't an option. Undaunted, Andrew continued, "You don't understand, you
need me, and I need you. I know something happened, it was sad and terrible, and I need to make it better for
you, however that may be."
While Andrew was saying this the potion was responding to the woman's first hint, she wanted someone older.
Andrew continued talk and slowly walked toward her while the transformations occurred. His face began to gain
permanent wrinkles and his hair began to gray. He felt more passion with his words than he ever felt before,
he didn't notice as his voice deepened slightly. The transformation ended as he was finishing his monologue.
"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I am captivated by you and I can't imagine my world
continuing without you in it. There may be several billion other women out there but the only one I care
about, of all of them, is you."
Andrew didn't have a clue where this was coming from but it was all true; the more he said the more passion he
felt. "I don't mean now, I don't mean tonight. I don't mean this month. You are all I need. My only desire is
to make you happy in any way you see fit."
By now he was only a few feet from her and clearly in his mid 40's, he knelt down abruptly. The pheromones he
was exuding wafted over to the woman, and rather than running away she suddenly found him attractive. Although
his antics were uncouth, he was rather charming, very handsome, and she was becoming intrigued.
"So you want to be my knight in shining armor?" she asked, confused by the situation.
"I want to be your everything but I will settle to serve you in any way." Andrew looked at the woman with a
sincerity she hadn't seen in years. The unwavering certainty in Andrew's eyes convinced her that that, beyond
all comprehension, he meant every word he said.
"My name is Sandra", the woman offered. She was beginning to feel something deep within her. It was the most
painful emotion that existed and she thought she had starved it to death long ago. Apparently not. Her body
shivered as she felt this emotion awaken within her; she was beginning to feel hope.
Just a few months ago, she finished with a messy divorce. She moved out of the ex's house and started renting
an apartment. Aging mother of three, and unfamiliar with the business world of today, her life was in chaos
and she honestly felt unlovable. The children (24,21, and 17 [unplanned but well loved]) had been thrown in
the middle of everything and made to choose sides; Sandra had been under fire from all sides for the last few
years with the older kids picking up the attitude their father displayed towards her. Her youngest, Jason,
never picked a side. He always listened closely to the arguments and weighed the points with an open mind.
Rather than joining the fights and pointing fingers he asked questions without accusing. When it came down to
the final days of the divorce proceedings as an older minor had to choose if he wanted to live with his father
or mother. His siblings sided with their father early on and rather than be their new scapegoat Jason decided
to live with her.
When she realized the marriage was failing she did everything she could think of to push things back into
place but the two of them just grew more distant from one another. Then angry. Then hurt. Then disappointed.
Then the words stopped hurting because she didn't respect the source they were coming from. Here she became
depressed and her self confidence took a major hit. It didnt help that the older kids were blaming her for
their home life being crappy and the stress everyone was feeling. With over half of the important people in
her life against her and the last important person being impartial, she accepted that there must be something
wrong with her. She is incapable of giving love and unworthy of receiving it.
It was here that hope was her biggest enemy. It dogged her day and night about how she could continue trying
to fix things. How it will get better. How love will find a way. It ate at her, whispering all the things she
wished were true. To keep herself from going crazy, she tried to stop listening but hope just cried louder. So
she actively started retaliating against it. With every hopeful thought that crossed her mind, she drug up all
the dirt that she could, and buried the hope till its cries where heard no more.
Destroying her hope in something she had believed in for so long, her marriage, nearly destroyed her. She had
accepted the failure of her marriage and come to terms with the idea that she is broken and not worth anyone's
time as a partner. Despite all this, she was beginning to feel hope.
"What exactly are you thinking?", Sandra asked. Herself not knowing if she was inquiring about how he thought
his advances would work out, his motive, or thought process in general. "And get off the ground, you're gonna
cause a scene."
Andrew rose without hesitation which left him barely a foot away from her, "I was thinking I had to speak to
you. I had to let you know that I am here, that I am yours and yours alone. I will move heaven and earth to
please you. I am thinking about you..."
Being this close to Sandra, Andrew could smell her perfume and his body was reacting. Being this close to
Andrew, the pheromones his body was producing made her feel safe and calm. Although she knew there was one,
she couldn't think of a reason why she should deny him his goal of servitude. There is laundry and other
chores in spades, plus he is quite cute and a lot of things could fall under serving her in any way...
"What's your name?" Sandra inquired dazedly, her mind was fighting, her body giving in.
"Andrew, but you can call me whatever you wish, would you rather I be named something else?"
"No, Andrew will do for now." Sandra replied suddenly embracing Andrew in a hug.
Andrew immediately returned the hug and squeezed her just enough to make her feel safe but not trapped or
hurt. His new muscles pressed against her, and he could feel her breathing and smell her hair. Andrew knew he
was doing good for her and felt elated. He could stand there for days, to bring a smile to her face.
Sandra's mind melted away, she was filled with a peace she hadn't known in decades. They spent several moments
embracing in the arcade parking lot, mid afternoon on a Saturday. Though she didn't want it to end, Sandra
pulled away, in a haze she told Andrew to get into the car. She was a strong woman but she was tired of being
strong and alone. Even if Andrew is full of it she is going to accept his help while its being offered.
(Thrust upon her more accurately.)
She didn't understand any of it and right then she didn't care, Andrew's presence made her feel happy and she
could sense that Andrew wanted her acceptance too, so be it.