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Chapter #4
She steals traits from the couple
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"Do I just pick what I want and shoot?," she asked herself silently, "do I have to do the whole finger blaster thingy or what?" She tried pointing finger guns at the couple in a half-hearted attempt. "Is there a magic word? Abracadabra? Open sesame? ALACAZAM!" She shouted, aiming her hands at the couple but still no effect.
It did however make a mother walking with her son stop and turn to look at her. "Mommy, what's the crazy lady shouting about?" the boy asked innocently. She tried to cover his eyes as she just said, "I don't know Timmy. Look away."
Megan was starting to get angry- she'd always been known to have a short fuse but normally she could control her anger. She didn't know what it was; the reaction of the lady or the annoying, condescending look she had on her face that really irked Megan, but whatever it was it caused her to get angrier and angrier and as her rage grew her vision turned red.
After a few moments of disorientation, Megan opened up her eyes. 'Woah, what was that?' she asked no one in particular. She was still standing on the street where she was before. 'Did I just blackout? That was wei...' Her train of thought was interrupted as she looked upon the mother and son still observing from across the street.
Megan was shocked speechless. The mother and son were now... DIFFERENT to say the least. The infant son had his head sat atop his mother's ageing body, wearing his mother's clothes and jewellery as well. His mother, now standing at 4'2", looked hilarious: her mature, makeup clad face now resting on her son's petite body wearing his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt with blue jeans and plimsolls.
She still tried to keep her smug demeanour even as she tried to usher little Timmy away. "Timmy, come and carry mommy. Her footsies are getting tired," she said, flicking her hair out of her face. "OK momma." He scooped up his diminuitive mother in his feminine arms and quickly readjusted his mother's former bra. "We need to get you a more comfortable bra for preschool Timmy, don't we?," she cooed as she helped her son adjust her own former jugs.
Megan meanwhile was now watching with amusement as she watched the scene unfold. She couldn't believe it! The power was real! She felt powerful as she watched the boy skip awkwardly in his mother's heels as she bobbed around in his arms.
"Alright," she whispered diabolically. "Who's next?!"
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