Esme stood staring in the mirror, enraptured by her own reflection. The team of stylists had taken her already incredible purloined beauty, and turned her into a goddess. Her vibrant scarlet hair fell in gorgeous waves around her shoulders and her perfect new face had been made up to perfection. She wore a spectacular golden dress that showed off her new perfect hour glass. Her glorious globes were on full display in the low cut garment, which then pulled tight around her teeny waist, only to flare again into a multilayered train. The whole thing was meticulously embroidered and silky to the touch. It made Esme feel like a princess, no, like a queen.
"You look hot as hell, snookums," Susan informed her as the blonde came up to her side. Her newly acquired wife was in her own royal blue evening dress that made Esme happy to return the sentiment. More than that, the hunger and adoration in Susan's eyes made Esme's stomach do somersaults of excitement. The last hour of getting ready had put the already smug new McMillan on cloud nine. A team full of professionals were working at her beck and call. Susan, hitherto the queen of Lakeview, was constantly flirting with her. Her daughters, three varied copies of the original head cheerleader, listened to her every word and looked at her with such obvious admiration. That might be the best part, Sarah, the queen bee who'd lorded so far above Stephanie, now looked up to Esme and loved her unconditionally. Not only had she taken Richard's position, she'd taken the adoring family she always wanted.
"Thank you, Susan," Esme replied, leaning over to give her peck on the cheek, restraining herself from more to avoid ruining their makeup before they left. "I need to step out to make a quick call, but I'll be back before the girls are done getting ready."
Susan smiled fondly and said, "hurry back then," before turning to supervise the triplets and Lily who were all having the final touches of their own looks done. They had about a half an hour before they needed to get in the car for the dinner, but that should be plenty of time for Esme to accomplish what she had in mind. After all, she thought as she slipped her stone out from her clutch, I'm getting pretty good at using this thing.
It didn't take long to find her quarry. Waiting in a sitting room on the other side of the house was Biff Meadows, looking thoroughly bored as he lounged carelessly in his tuxedo, tapping away at his phone. Sarah had made a few more comments, complaints really, over the course of their styling that made up Esme's mind. Biff didn't seem nearly sufficiently grateful to be dating a McMillan, blowing Sarah off for his football buddies and apparently complaining about having to get dressed up for a party people would kill to get into. He may have had the good sense not to voice such feelings in public like Benji had, but Esme decided at that moment he wasn't good enough for her Sarah. The fact that she knew from her time as Stephanie that the guy was a massive asshole and bully only helped her further justify her actions.
"Oh, uh Mrs. McMillan, hey. You guys finally ready?" Biff asked, straightening up a bit on the sofa, but Esme just looked past him. She needed some more, raw material so to speak and suddenly the knowledge came into her mind and she called out, "Rosa, please attend to me in the east drawing room."
It didn't take long for the McMillan's maid, a hispanic woman in her mid-40s to shuffle into the room. She had unremarkable dark hair cut into a bob and wore a shapeless blue cleaner's oufit that hid her similarly unremarkable figure. (Secretly she couldn't deny she was intensely envious of her almost supernaturally beautiful bosses, but she kept that well hidden, grateful for the job.) Rosa Garcia looked a little nervous to have been called out suddenly by the lady of the house, but assumed for the moment there had just been a spill of some kind. It wouldn't be the first time young miss Sarah's boyfriend made a mess, but he usually avoided doing so while in sight of Esme or Susan. "How can I help you, Mrs. McMillan?" she asked with her noticeably Latin tinged accent.
Esme smiled at the maid, "On the contrary, Rosa, I'm about to be the one to help you. Let's start by making sure we're not interrupted. I wish Rosa and Biff would freeze where they stand and remain unable to move until I will it. I also wish no one would hear what was happening in here for the next twenty minutes and no would interrupt us.
FLASH
Biff suddenly found himself rooted to the spot and VERY confused. One of his girlfriend's MILFS had just strutted into the room, called in the maid and then suddenly seemingly started doing magic. "What the fuck are you doing!?"
Esme rolled her eyes, "oh, do be quiet, Buford. I'm making a few changes; my darling Sarah deserves to go to the party with someone who appreciates her. I wish for the next twenty minutes I could alter the lives, minds and bodies of Rosa and Biff at will."
FLASH
Now Biff was slipping from confusion towards outrage, and frankly fear. Was this bitch going to like magically mind control him to make him some pushover simp? He'd always thought the McMillan women were stuck up, but so far the perks of dating one had outweighed the downsides. With the realization they might be witches or something, he wasn't so sure.
Rosa meanwhile was wondering if her limited grasp of English was keeping her from understanding what was going on. It seemed like Mrs. McMillan had some kind of problem with the boy, and the power to do something about it, but she didn't know what that had to do with her. Instinctively she wanted to make the sign of the cross and grab for the crucifix hidden below her uniform, but she found her arms wouldn't obey her.
"Alright, let's get to work," Esme declared, putting her hands on her hips. She looked over towards Rosa and smiled devilishly, "we'll start by dropping those years away. Rosa, you're seventeen years old." Rosa was about to protest that her employer was seriously deranged when suddenly her stomach collapsed inward like it was pulled by a vaccum, the years of weight that had accumulated after several pregnancies went away as her waist line trimmed and her potbelly pulled away. She didn't suddenly become stick thin like the triplets, but she was easily losing at least 50 pounds as the change continued through the rest of her body, losing the flab in her arms, the cellulite dimples in her rear and so on. At the same time her skin banished the wrinkles that had come with age, literally blinking away the crows feet around her eyes, only to have them replaced by the acne she'd once grown out of, several blackheads breaking out across her smoothing forehead and more youthful cheeks.
Below her uniform, her breasts became less saggy, perking up a bit, but remaining the modest size they'd always had. Her legs twitched away a bit of thickness but otherwise didn't change much, and she felt her two false teeth pop out as real ones somewhat painfully grew back in, falling to the grown along with a few fillings as her cavities filled in. Finally she trembled as her vagina rejuvenated itself, tightening up and eliminating all evidence she'd given birth. In the span of 30 seconds, she'd been transformed back into her teenage self, looking like she hadn't since she was growing up back in Argentina, albeit wearing the now too large maid's uniform. "Dios mio, what the..." she asked trailing off, hearing her younger voice not yet damaged by a 20s and 30s spent smoking, a habit that had been hard to kick as she aged.
Esme frowned a bit as Rosa disbelievingly patted her body and Biff stared on flabbergasted. "Hmm, well you're in the age range now, but the look's all wrong. First, let's get you out of the maid's outfit." There was a whooshing noise and soon the embarrassed Rosa was wearing only her underwear. "Okay, let's start by making you a student at Lakeview Academy, same year as my daughters. Then let's fix all of, that" Esme said gesturing towards Rosa's body, "you're incredibly beautiful, not quite as perfect as my triplets but easily one of the hottest girls in school. In fact, you're so pretty you've been offered modeling contracts."
The changing sensation hit Rosa like a wave, even more powerful than before. It started from the top as her stringy close cut black hair became glossy and thick before exploding out of her scalp, growing longer until it reached just above her butt. Her face then began rearranging itself, starting from her hairline and working it's way downward. Those new pimples vanished as quickly as they'd come, her skin turning smooth and glowing, a perfect golden caramel. Her eyes grew a bit and became less beady, morphing into chocolate pools as her bushy eyebrows thinned and arched, and her eyelashes naturally thickened instead. Her big nose shrunk and reshaped into a petite one and her thin lips plumped, while her jawline became more defined and her cheekbones rose. Her teeth that had never gotten the braces they needed straightened and shone pearly white. Rosa the Thumb, an insulting nickname from when she was actually in high-school, had disappeared as quickly as she'd reappeared, to be replaced by an elegant looking young woman's head.
It continued downward, her skin losing blemishes while the bit of flab that had originally remained melted away, leaving her exactly as stick thin as the triplets, at least around the waist. She actually gained a bit of fat in two particular places as her bottom rounded into a bubble and her breasts shot outward to a perky C-cup that strained her white cotton bra. They weren't as big as Jenni and her sister's and certainly weren't as big as Esme's gravity defying set, but they were a lot more to work with than Rosa had ever had when she'd been this age the first time. Her legs regained a bit of thiccness around the thighs and she felt her now shaved and svelte legs stretch as she gained a few inches in height, before finally her feet shrunk a bit and her raggedy nails on both her hands and feet became neatly trimmed.
Esme smiled broadly, "that's more like it!"
"Whoa, you made her totally hot," Biff said dumbly, finding himself attracted to the gorgeous girl standing where the dumpy maid had been.
Esme rolled her eyes, "how astute. It's not like I just said that's what was going to happen." Turning form Biff she regarded Rosa who was herself dumstruck by her new form. "Let's see now, you're a student at Lakeview so we'll have to get you some parents..."
Rosa suddenly found her voice, "but I am a parent, my children-"
The redhead cut her off, "will be none the wiser and perfectly taken care of. You're seventeen, Rosa; you won't be having kids for years. I'm far too young to be a grandmother. Hmm, let's see. I could give you Biff's parents, but frankly I think they're too interested in our money." (Biff might have protested, but to be fair, his dad was pretty excited to leverage his relationship with Sarah to get business opportunities with McMillan Industries.) "There's the Saunders since Tiffany's not in the picture anymore, but that's not quite right either. Ah, I know. Since I took Karyn for myself, Ms. Black is lacking a daughter and it's only fair to give her one back. You're Rosa Black, daughter of Alyssa Black and, hmm, let's marry up Misty Winters to Alyssa. So, actually you're Rosa Black-Winters, and we'll say they adopted you as an infant so you can still be hispanic but we'll get rid of that silly accent. You speak perfect English."
As Esme spoke, somewhat carelessly, she was causing increasingly larger changes in reality around her latest project. In the space of a few sentences she'd taken Alyssa Black, the previously single mother of Karyn Black and a novelist, and married her to the town's star meteorologist, Misty Winters, despite the two never having even met. Not only that but she'd basically eliminated the original Rosa Garcia entirely from reality and turned her into the new couple's daughter, Rosa Black-Winters.
"What, you can't do that!" Rosa exclaimed in unaccented English. She didn't even know who the hell Mrs. McMillan was talking about and now they were supposed to be her mothers?!?!?
Esme smirked, "I assure you I can. Now let's see. You're an excellent student, though not in the running to beat out Jenni for Valedictorian. You have a good relationship with both your mothers, and the three of you have a loving stable family; I don't want Sarah spending time in an unhappy place. We'll make you part of the popular clique at school, friends with all the important people back at school and so on. We'll also nip any bad habits in the bud; you don't and will never do hard drugs, behave poorly at school, or in any way cause a scandal."
Rosa felt like her pretty new head was trying to squeeze her brain out through her ears as instructions wrapped around her. She somehow knew she'd just gotten a lot smarter, or at least better educated than she had been, but more concerning, she suddenly knew without a doubt she loved two women, who's faces she didn't even know. She still loved her real family, of course, but suddenly the new connections felt just as real and valid.
"Wait, are you gonna make Sarah a lesbo like you so she can date your maid?" Biff asked, catching on to what was happening.
Esme rounded on the boy, "first off, Sarah is already bisexual, something you'd know if you actually cared about her. Secondly, Rosa is far from a maid, in fact she's planning to become a doctor." Esme didn't even notice her last comment make Rosa wince as the new teen gained a new career goal. "However, you're half right. Rosa is now the one dating Sarah, who never dated Biff Meadows in this new reality. Rosa is madly in love with Sarah and will be a perfectly supportive partner. She loves her girlfriend's family and dreams of becoming a McMillan one day if and when they get married. Sarah is her favorite person in the universe and her happiness is Rosa's priority. She'll still have her own interests, goals and life, but her relationship with Sarah is the most important thing."
It was a paraphrasing of her earlier wish regarding Lily, that had turned the once somewhat self centered and ambitious girl into the endlessly supportive and loving right hand woman and lover of Jenni, and it hit Rosa's brain like a cannon ball. Before, she'd had a mild dislike of Sarah, who she thought was a rather spoiled, incredibly privileged kid with her looks and wealth. Sarah of the changing reality that Rosa remembered actually wasn't quite as bad as the one that had woken up that morning before the world began to change, having close siblings and parents who actually got a long made her much less prone to act out, but she was still daddy, or rather mama's little princess. So for Rosa her usual feelings toward the blond were annoyance, a tad bit of envy, and that was about it.
Now though, she loved Sarah more than she'd known it was possible to love someone, certainly far more than she'd loved her husband. The cheerleader was simply the most spectacular person Rosa had ever met and she felt blessed by god to be the chosen one who got to be with her. Her intense fear of the woman frankensteining her life according to her whims, was also suddenly muted by the fact that she cared very deeply for Mrs. Esme. Conflicting feelings rushed around her mind, but with the new love for Sarah and to a lesser extent her family shining through, she suddenly wasn't mad at Esme for what she was doing. After all, the woman had given her back years of her life, made her beautiful, given her a shiny new family, and most importantly, let her be the girlfriend of the most incredible girl in the world.
"Oh, oh," Rosa muttered, "I never realized... Thank you, Mrs. McMillan,"
"Please, call me Esme," Esme replied smiling, "and I should mention Sarah loves you back and the two of you have a strong relationship. You're here today not as an employee, but to get ready to attend the dinner and you're dressed appropriately." There was a shimmer as a wine red wrap dress materialized around Rosa, silver heels pushed her height up a bit further, a black velvet choker went around her neck, dangling silver earrings hung from her lobes, and her makeup and nails became expertly done. Rosa smiled tentatively back at Esme, feeling prettier than she had even on her wedding day and confused but excited. She had no memories of the changes Esme had decreed, but the feelings were there and heavily influencing her.
"Seriously, you're just gonna make some dumb bimbo out of your maid and make Sarah date that?" Biff blustered, "Like, whatever. I can get any girl I want, I don't need her! I'll hook up with Amber or something, and then she'll be on top. Everyone knows Sarah's only queen bitch because she's dating the quarterback." It was an ill advised rant, but nobody had ever accused Biff of being a genius and the stress and ludicrousness of the situation had him acting out.
Rosa looked a bit crestfallen and Esme turned back, furious. She clacked over on her own gold stilettos and glowered down at the insolent fool. "Sarah and her sisters rule Lakeview because they deserve to, not because of you, you idiot. Your popularity came from her, not the other way around, and never again!" In the original reality it was probably true that Biff and Sarah's relationship help both of them sit on top of the social hierarchy of the school, but with Jenni and Karyn by her side, Sarah was truly the more dominant one in the changing world, even if Biff didn't realize that. On the other hand, Esme was being a bit dismissive of Biff's own status as the star jock, but then again, that could quickly be changed.
Smiling a bit cruelly she decided, "still, you're right that Sarah enjoyed dating the big man on campus, even if it was you, and I hate to take anything away from my daughters. Rosa is the star player of the girl's soccer team and super talented at the sport," there was a slight groan from behind her as Rosa's muscles tightened and refined themselves, her legs and core becoming incredibly powerful. Esme wasn't done, "In fact she's actively beings scouted by top colleges. And, to ensure she gets all the attention and adoration you once enjoyed, the popularity of girl's soccer and men's football are inverted so that's now the most important sport at school."
This last command, intended just to taunt Biff and elevate Rosa to a similar position as the school's star player, had perhaps the farthest reaching consequences of anything she'd done so far, not that she'd really thought it through. All across the nation changes were happening as football stadiums turned into soccer pitches, national leagues inverted their popularity and market share, everything from tv deals to posters on kid's wall's changed. Now, instead of being the odd country where soccer wasn't the most popular sport, America still revered the sport but specifically put focus on the female leagues. The change went further than that, working itself into the bedrock of the culture as new teams formed from the local level to the national, and others vanished. In just a few words she'd massively changed the country, all to pettily mock Biff for just a moment, as he wouldn't even remain Biff for long.
"You're totally crazy," Biff exclaimed in disbelief.
Esme folded her arms below her proudly displayed chest, "no, I'm the one with the power now Biff, and you're the one with none. As fun as the idea of you finding out what it's like not to have the faculty and other students kiss your ass because you can throw a ball is, I don't want you hanging around the Academy. Besides, I promised Rosa her former family would be taken care of. You're name is Beverly Garcia and you're married to her old husband, and the mother of her old children. You're 48, not very educated, an immigrant from Poland, a woman, not very attractive, work as a cleaning lady and are totally incapable of telling or showing anyone otherwise."
She hit Biff, now Bev, with the changes faster than she'd done Rosa and her daughter's former boyfriend seemed to spasm as all at once he grew shorter, fatter, grew breasts, lost his penis, had her blonde hair grow out just a bit, and years of age crash into her. Her tuxedo flashed and shifted into the same cleaning uniform Rosa had worn into the room and a wedding ring appeared around her left ring finger. (Rosa had kept hers with her personal things to avoid losing or damaging it while she cleaned, but it had vanished from that room while the new teenager's life metamorphosized.)
"No, that's impossible," Bev choked out in her new accent, overwhelmed by the not so pleasant sensations of the transformations and her new body.
"Nothing is impossible for me," Esme arrogantly declared, "you'll be a dutiful wife and mother, never in any way act against me or my family and do your job diligently. Now go dust upstairs or something, I need to finish talking with my future daughter-in-law." Bev, unable to resist the magic, slowly and reluctantly trudged out of the room, desperately wondering how she could escape the nightmare she'd somehow stumbled into.
Esme then turned and gave an encouraging smile to the still nervous if no longer terrified Rosa, "sorry for that unpleasantness, good help is so hard to find. Now, you're happy to be Rosa Black-Winters and grateful for the changes I've made to you. Your new life is so much better than your old one and you don't miss it. You're a confident and charismatic young woman with a great relationship, a respectable family, and a sport you love. You know you're beautiful and you like to show off, though you'd never stray from Sarah. You have all the skills and abilities you need to live your new life, and your memories of the new world will come to you as you need them. You won't be able to mention my stone or what happened here to anyone besides me, and you would never attempt to steal the stone or use it without my permission. Oh, and you're a good dancer. Sarah loves to dance and she deserves a partner who can do more than sway from side to side for once."
Her work done, Esme released the now grateful and loyal Rosa Black-Winters and the lovely girl followed the gold clad Esme as she sashayed out of the room.
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