Jon - writing from the perspective of a boy whose family employed Karyn - wasn't quite his old self as he started to write the selfish desires of an immature young man, fantasizing about his employee...
"Every change made in a subject while using THIS magic pencil, will be accepted as truth by the person doing the writing..." he wrote, realizing he might feel bad about this later.
"Karyn was born and raised in France..." he began to write "...and only started learning English two years ago. Her accent is cute and sexy..."
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"Now, I need to know...why did you yell at my son? I would expect that a domestic of your experience would be more aware of the fact that crucial difference between..."
"Pardon, Madame...boot zese words...you speak zo faast...what means ze 'Cru-she-ool', Madame?"
Karyn wasn't stupid, but Jon's mother was rolling along at such a clip, that her still limited understanding of English was being taxed to it's limits. Perhaps once they had this all straightened, she'd ask Jon to use the stone to make her fluent in English. After all, she was originally from France, and only been learning this confusing language for a couple of years...
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Jon smiled at the idea. Now she'd have to stay his employee if she didn't want to be deported...
But, what if she DID want to go back to France? Can't have that...
"...Karyn feels very happy and content working as our French Maid. In fact, Karyn's IQ will dwindle to a workable lower average, so she'll be smart enough to do her work with competence, but not to aspire to any other position. She thinks I'm a genius, and will always accept my opinion as superior if it differs from hers..."
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"...it means that I can't have you yelling at my son, Karyn. Do you understand that?"
"Oh, Oui Madame! I understan' zat! I weel be ze good girl fum here on, Madame! I shall go to Monsieur Jon an' apologize at once! Pah'leez du not dismiss moi fum my poh-sition, Madame! I shall be le bon, petit mademoiselle!"
Karyn was in a panic when she realized she had raised her voice to Jon. Had actually argued with him about something. Jon was the smartest, best person in the world, and she was just a foolish little maid. She had to go to him and beg him for forgiveness!
She curtsied smartly to Jon's mother, then turned and began to prance cutely up the stairs. As she did, her body began to change...
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"Our French Maid's name isn't Karyn, but has always been..." he puzzled over what few French names he knew, dismissing Fifi and Marie as to common. Finally, he smiled and wrote "...Babbette de Frou Frou. She is a very sexy girl, who sighs and giggles often in her high, breathy voice. She loves me, and has been having sex with me (with my mothers consent) for the last year. Her breasts are E-cups the size of large cantaloupes, and she has lush hips and a full and bouncy bottom that is both yielding and firm. Her waist is only 18 inches around, and she is very proud of her outrageous hourglass figure..."
Babbette de Frou Frou burst into Jon's room, looking just as she always had. Being just as she always was. She was an outlandish caricature of a French Maid, with her accent, figure and sexy uniform. But then, she always had been.
"Oh, Monsieur...I ahm zo zorry zat I raise my voice at you! Pah-leez forgive zis foolish girl? I ahm zo verry zorry for my harsh words..."
"Not to worry, Babbette..." said Jon, who couldn't quite remember what they'd argued about. He looked down, and saw that he'd used the magic pencil to write some descriptions of his wonderful, sexy Babbette. Why did he do that? Probably just day dreaming or something, because she was perfect just as she was. A sexy, beautiful girl who worshiped the ground he walked on. A live in lover who kept the house neat as a pin, and loved him with the simple, uncomplicated affection of a dog for it's owner. He couldn't imagine his darling Babbette changing in any way.
She stood there while he admired her, and she giggled and posed for him, her huge breasts straining tantalizingly against the fabric. She turned and flashed her taut, rounded bottom at him from beneath her frilly skirt. She loved to be looked at, especially by her beloved, brilliant master.
