Steve took off his tee shirt and tossed it on the floor. He slipped the medallion around his neck when he heard a knock at the door. A smile came to his face as he pictured James, now the scared young woman at his door. So Steve hurried to the door and flung it open.
"Mrs. Henshaw"
"It's nice to see you to Steve" she said with her raspy voice while smiling behind her thick silver rimmed glasses.
Steve couldn't hide his disappointment as he looked down at the manager's wife and his embarrassment for not having a shirt on. "May I come in" she asked.
"Ah sure" Steve said as he steeped to the side reluctantly allowing Mrs. Henshaw to enter his apartment, knowing the fact it would now be filled with the cigarette smoke that flowed off her body, hair and clothes. That's when he noticed the paper in her hand as she made her way over to the small kitchen table and sat down on one of the two chairs. Steve had a bad feeling about the news he was about to receive as he sat down on the other chair perpendicular to her.
"Was that your music?"
"No it was the guy next door" Steve answered as he waited for Mrs. Henshaw to get to her point.
"Well I guess I'll get to the point, you've been late on your rent the last few months and the owners know the only people who don't pay on time are the people with money problems. Eventually these people usually end up moving out without much notice and their left with an empty apartment. Which is why they wanted us to give you this, it's an eviction notice.
"A what" Steve said shocked
"I guess they found someone who has money and is interested in this apartment. So you have to be out in a week."
Steve couldn't take his eyes off Mrs. Henshaw. The salt and pepper hair in tight curls, the crows feet, the thick glasses, the mole below her nose as he waited for her to start laughing or her voice to tell him I was only kidding. However all she did was look back at him.
He was still looking at Mrs. Henshaw is disbelief which is why he didn't notice her right hand go up to his chest "What's this" she asked as still looked down and saw her holding the angel of the medallion in her small chubby hand. Steve felt a tingle in his body however he couldn't take his eyes off her hand rolling the end of the medallion back and forth examining each side. That's when he noticed her hand and the medallion were not as clear as it was a second ago, as a matter of fact it was getting blurrier and blurrier by the second and then he felt the medallion hit his chest.
"What's happening to me I can't see" Steve heard Mrs. Henshaw yell only then he heard something hit the table and he once again heard her voice yell "Steve this is amazing I can see without my glasses" Only when Steve looked at Mrs. Henshaw all he saw was a figure sitting down. He heard her voice again "My hand it's hairy and longer" then Steve heard something hit the table "My ring doesn't even stay on" Steve felt his bones and body changing as a few seconds passed and then he heard Mrs. Crenshaw's voice "My breasts are getting smaller by the second." Then Steve heard the chair slide out and saw the figure stand up "Steve do you see this my whole body is changing" Then he heard a laugh a big raspy laugh coming from Mrs. Henshaw but Steve could only look at the figure as it started to move around in one place for a minute, then the figure was gone.
Steve went to yell for Mrs. Henshaw to find out where she went but he was too afraid of what he would here instead he sat at the table in silence knowing what was happening to him. He felt like he was sitting on a giant pillow and he could notice his legs and arms could hardly stretch out under and on top of the table.
Minutes passed before the figure reappeared and moved in front of him by the table. He heard a very familiar voice "Why don't you put these on" as the figure held something out. Steve reached out and felt the thick silver rimmed glasses of Mrs. Henshaw in a hairy big strong hand and then the hand let go. Steve held Mrs. Henshaw's glasses in his hands for a second before he moved them towards a place that was his worse nightmare.
On his face they went a perfect fit, resting on his nose and ears, as the room became visible once again. Steve turned and looked up at the figure standing next to him it was his naked smiling body looking back at him. Steve knew what his naked smiling body was looking Mrs. Henshaw sitting at the table looking up through her thick silver rimmed glasses, with her salt and pepper hair in tight curls, the crows feet on her face, and the mole below her nose. Steve wanted to plug his ears before he did what he did "I'll explain everything" he heard the raspy voice of Mrs. Henshaw as he talked.
