(another long one)
Molly looked around at all her friends, then up at her mother. Mom was looking tired and strained, and though she tried not to show it...this was obviously not how she'd want to spend her one day off from work. Mom worked hard, and sometimes Molly just wished...
She giggled, then whispered "I my moms dreams would come true...and that she could enjoy this party."
What is it about the stone? Sometimes it seems as if it had a mind of it's own. The obvious answer to Mollys wish would have been to have her mother simply enjoy the party...or in a darker way, she either became a childish women who WOULD enjoy the party...or even become a child herself. But the stone went down...a different path...
The world about her seemed to warp and flow, and Molly swooned for a second, only to be caught by her mother, who said "Okay, birthday girl. No more booze for you. Oh, what am I saying? Hey, bartender! Get this woman some Margaritas, pronto!."
Molly squeezed her eyes shut, then shook her head. Something was wrong with the situation, but...she opened her eyes.
Her friends were gone. Janeie and Shayla and Reena and Carley...were gone. So were the boys she'd invited to her party. Instead her party was filled with...well, adults. Grown woman - early middle-age - all dressed in adult clothes and laughing, as they drank and smoked and chatted about the sort of things grown woman talked about. The boys? Gone...except that there were some hunkey looking studs serving drinks while dressed in Chippendales' outfits. Was that Billy? And that Carl?
She looked down and saw her cake...at the two candles that had been there before, but had now changed position. The 1 and the 3 becoming a 3...and a 1...then up at the banner that read "Happy 31st Birthdays, Molly and Carol!"
The music, so loud and...familiar. The tunes were late 80's and early 90's stuff. The sort of music that she'd have call "Oldies" if asked...
She looked up at her mother...or was she her twin sister? She asked "Carol...what's going...on." then wondered why she'd said Carol instead of Mom.
Someone handed her a cold drink. It was nice and frosty, and she gulped it to clear her head. The harsh, yet delicious taste of good tequila rolled down her throut, and she smacked her lips. She always drank Margaritas when she and her sis were out partying and clubbing on the weekends. Looking for fun, cute guys and maybe a little nookie.
What Molly couldn't know...was that her mother resented her. Resented having her so young. She'd been pregnant with Molly in highschool, and it had kept her from collage, and the teaching job she'd wanted...kept her from having fun with her friends...kept her from meeting the kind of guys she liked. Molly was her daughter, and she loved her...but she wished she'd never had her. She wished she could live the life she was denied. She wished she could do all the things she couldn't do for lack of a dependable sitter. The stone took that, and without erasing Molly, made it all come true for her. Now Carol and her sister Molly were like two peas in a pod. They worked at their teaching jobs (highschool English) durring the week, but at night they both went out and had a ball. And weekends? The beach or the clubs was where you'd find them. They were both young enough that they dated guys in their 20's, and sometimes even randy collage studs...just like Carol Stevens dreamed of doing.
The tequila-buzz was fogging her mind, and Molly looked down at the novelty cake, baked in the shape of a naked man, and smiled...then turned away. She lurched into the bathroom ("Don't drive the white bus too far away, sis! You'll want to have a crack at these studs.") and puked into the toilet. She looked up into the mirror, and saw...her mothers twin. The Stevens Girls had been "Party Harty" all through highschool and collage, and she could clearly remember all the nights of underage drinking and casual sex. The Stevens girls were total sluts, everyone knew.
She reached up to her soft, creamy bosom...touched her long, auburn hair...saw the lines of late partying and laughing in the corners of her eyes. She and her sister always had FUN...and this wasn't right. She wanted to go out into that crowd of women, snatch a couple of studs and take them back into her and her sisters room...and have them fuck them both. Maybe she and her sis would even makeout - a little bit of freaky twincest, like they sometimes did - and not have to worry about kids. She and her sis had gotten their tubes tide when they were 18, having decided never to let a brat intrude on their perfect lives.
"I'm...not...this woman." she gasped, but it felt hollow. Of course she was this woman. The horny, happy Stevens girls were ALWAYS like this. She and her sis...were...
"My...mom...wants this life? No daughter...just empty fun." she moaned, and she suddenly resented how that brat Molly would be intruding in her and her sisters fun. She knew SHE was Molly...but she also knew that Molly was a whiny, selfish little brat who'd stole her sisters best years. She WAS Molly...and she HATED Molly. THAT Molly...not THIS Molly."
She held up the stone - the evil object that had ruined her life (saved her and her sisters lives) - and gasped with all her strength "I wish...I hadn't made that wish."
Nothing happened.
She said it again and again, too paniced to puzzle out the concept. Her old Moly memories were fading into nothingness. Knowing it wouls help clear her head, she tore open a pack of Mores full-flavor and lit the long, brown cigarette. The rich taste of the tobacco filled her head, and let her think straight. She smiled down at the pack - her brand since she and her sis started smoking when they were 16 - and thought about the Molly who had been. Thought about her...untill she faded entirely from her mind. What the fuck was she doing in here, when there was a party going on? All her friends, and lots of booze...and her sister. Her sweet, loving sister.
The door opened, and she sauntered out. She shouted "Molly's here!" as she hugged Carol, and they two of them continued to party all night long...
(the next day)
Kyle Brand - 16 and athletic - was mowing the Stevens lawn just as he always did on Saturday morning. He looked up at the sound of the door opening, and saw the two hot Stevens twins saunteing out to the porch, glasses of ice tea and lit cigarettes in their hands. They both wore dark sunglasses, and he knew they'd been having fun the night before. The Stevens girls were legandary. If they'd had kids, he and his friends have called them MILFS. As it was, not a boy in their 12th grade English classes (they both taught the same subject and the same grade - twins at everything) ever saw them without humming that old Van Halen song under their breath.
"Hey, Kyle..." called Molly from her chair. "...give that lawn mower a rest and come her for a minute, would you?"
They were both wearing bikins and sunhats. They were both tanned and athletic. They were both so...hot.
"Yes, Carol?"
"I'm Molly..." she said with a chuckle. Exactly identical, they usually dressed the same even at school. "...me and my sister were wondering..."
Carol continued "...if a hot, young stud like you would like to take a break from all that hard work...to have a glass of tea..." she ran the cold, sweating glass between her breasts, and they both chuckled. Kyle licked his lips.
An hour later, a much more satisfied and energised Kyle was back at the mower. When he was done, Carol and Molly gave him a 20...then another 20 ("For all your HARD work.") and he drove off. He had to keep what happened a secret from both his folks or his friends. He knew that Carol and Molly would lose their jobs if he blabed too much, so he'd NEVER let his folks know...but it was so awesome just the same. He suspected that several other guys knew them just as well, but that wasn't important.
Carol and Molly clinked their glasses - equal parts Iced tea, lemon aid and vodka - and kissed. That kiss turned into a full on makeout session. Molly never thought about anything but her sisters tongue, that hunky Kyle, or the est papers that they really had to grade before monday. Plenty of time for that...
The stone? Gone. Dropped on the porch last night, kicked into the lawn, it had been plucked casually from the grass by Kyle Brand, attracted to it's interesting color. He'd slipped it into his pocket...and driven off...
