But she was still gorgeous. And though I was sure other men would say Natalie had the better body, I simply couldn't agree. This fantasy version of my...mother had my blood fit to boil. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Or my reaction to it. What on earth would have made me use my magic to do this to my mother and sister? Assuming it had in fact been something I'd done that transformed them so. But I didn't think it was. Like when a word is on the tip of your tongue, I knew that I knew what. Downtown was now a place for young people to go to clubs and bars, families to restaurants, and tourists. Well until Covid. Now places were once again dark and empty due to the state-imposed lockdown. Sean did not give me a tour of his apartment, but what I saw of it the décor was very Spartan. He did not have much in the way of nick-nacks or photos of family scattered around. There were a few paintings on the wall; prints of famous works of art like Gustav Klimt’s painting The Kiss and. She looked just as confused as Brad but she was running her hands over her body, as if she'd never seen it before. "Oh my God." Karen was gasping, "Oh my God." Her eyes had a look of panic that I'd never seen there before. Brad grabbed at his crotch, a look of shock still on his face. "This can't be happening." He whispered, the same tone of fear in Karen's voice in his own. Vicki gave them both a mischievous look then said, "Well, Brad" looking at Karen, "and Karen" looking at Brad, which. As I walked back into the family room my grandpa was dusting off his boots as he stepped inside. He looked up at me for a minute, It sure is nice ta see ya gain. Havent seen ya round here in quite some time. I know, Ive been really busy with school and everything. But, I was off for the weekend and decided it was about time I came up and saw you and grandma, I replied with a smile. My grandpa had always been one of my favorite people to talk to, with his slight southern accent and soft smile.