Michelle 'Mammy' Obama had overheard Jon rambling to himself as he spoke aloud about the stone one day. He'd been planning out how to fix the world, and durring his extemporaneous ramblings...she'd overheard everything. Though she was a committed believer in the system - devoted to her employer and loving her life - but that didn't mean she loved her families position in the world. She often wished she'd had a better chance in life. And now...if the stone worked...she'd have the chance.
She was a gigantic woman - huge, fat and rotund - and she had no problem with that, as it was just as she'd always been. She enjoyed a good meal (as did her daughters) and she imagined all sorts of high-priced treats and dishes she might enjoy...as she held the stone that Jon had left in his room, and said "Ah wishes ah wud dee richest woman in dee wurld, an' dee most important woman in dee wurld..." guilt caused her to say "...'cept fo Mrs. Merlin an' Palin, an' dat I wud real smart an' mah girls an' husband wud jus' like me..."
In an instant...she
When Jon Palin returned to the White House, he didn't at first notice anything was wrong...untill he saw the former Sarah (currenly Sunshine Ford) waddling about the house dressed in Mammy Micheles uniform. She looked very much like he remembered her from the last time he'd seen her - broad-backed, big-bellied and simple-minded - and she seemed very happy in her work.
Part of Jon smiled at seeing the once arrogant, snotty girl (and the reason everything was as bad as it was) reduced to the level of enslaved servant. Still...she seemed very happy, singing Republican Party songs as she cleaned.
"Uh, hey...Sunshine. What are you doing here?"
The girl laughed cheerfully, and said with a sassy wink "Das 'Mammy Sunshine', Mista Jon. Ah dun been reprogrammed an' given a new position by de Sec...secra...shoot, dats a real hard word. Anywho, I been reprogrammed, given new skills an' now I's workin' here. Sho' is glad t' bes de new house Mammy."
"But...what happened to Mammy Michelle?"
"Duz yo means Mrs. Dunham? Michelle Dunnham be dee woman whut gib me my position. She be dee Sec-uh...Secra..."
"Secretary of State, Mammy Sunshine." said the massive, obese black woman who waddled down the hall. She was obviously the transformed Michelle Obama...and Jon suddenly remembered that Barak Obamas' white mothers name had been Dunham. Of course. In this 'modern' America he'd have taken his mothers less 'ethnic' sounding last name. This was Michelle Dunham...wife of 'Barry Dunham' and mother of...
"Mother?" moaned a fat, spoiled looking girl dressed in expensive, tailored clothes. "Mother, I WANT you to buy me more slaves! I can't go back to that private school with only ten slaves. I'll feel like a pauper. I MUST have at least thirty, or I won't go back."
Michelle chuckled, and said "Very well, Margaret Anne. I'll make sure you and Natasha have more slaves than anyone else in your school."
The spoiled, fat Margaret Anne Dunham (once Malia Ann Obama) giggled and said "Make sure they're white. I like owning the white ones. And make sure some of them are boys." she turned and waddled off. Then Michelle turned and faced Jon. "I hope you don't mind my having Sunshine reprogrammed and placed here in a domestic position, Jon. I know you and Sarah seemed to like her, and we needed someone in the White House to help change the sheets and polish the floors.
Jon took a deep breath...and said "Michelle...I have something to tell you..."
Michelle Dunham sat stunned, having known the stone had given her the position of Secretary of State...but NOT having known how everything else had changed. Particularly herself.
"So...Barry was once the President?"
"Yes. And he wasn't what he apparently is now - the obese, greedy head of the worlds largest Corporation - and instead was a pretty nice guy. Pro Gay Marrage and stuff like that. I wish I could fix things."
Michelle sneered and rolled her eyes in disgust. "My wonderful husband? A queer-hugging 'Man of the People' type? My lovely daughters? Skinny, humble commoners? And me? I LOVE myself! I LOVE my HUSBAND and my DAUGHTERS! I love FOOD...POWER...AND MONEY! This world you've created is PERFECT except for one thing...YOU!"
Michelle snatched up the stone, and Jon tried to get it back. She heaved him to the side, a look of hate on her face. "You wanted to fix the world? I'll fix it for you! I wish that you thought the world was PERFECT and had no desire to be anything but the perfect trophy husband for Sarah Palin!"
That night, after a long day working with President Carol Merlin and Secretary of State Michelle Dunham, Vice President Sarah Palin returned home to her husband...who had never been so perfect. Granted, he was just a sexually attentive as he'd been the last few weeks, but now he seemed to have all her interests. And...he'd never been quite so...buf as he now was. His body toned and tight from excersize and dieting. His hair styled. And...was that eyeliner? "I've had the Mammy Sunshine make a very special dinner, honey. Oh, and I've made plans for a hunting trip to one of the enclosed game preserves for the super rich. We're hunting Tigers! Won't that be just AWESOME?"
"I thought you didn't like hunting...or guns, for that matter. You never use the ones I've bought you."
Jon Palin giggled and shrugged, looking cute as a button. "The Lord Our God put animals on His Earth for our use, honey. And 'not like guns'? I'm a total NUT for firearms!"
In an odd way...Sarah knew something was wrong. She knew her Jon wasn't quite this...person. He was perfect...but it was too perfect. Durring the years they'd been together she'd gotten used to his softness and Liberal thinking. It was part of what made him...cute. As she watched Jons perfect, tight ass...she wanted her Jon back. She had been the subjecy of so many changes herself that she had a basic, gut-level understanding...that something was wrong. Something magic related. That was impossible...but it was also the truth. She'd get to the bottom of this, or her name wasn't Vice President Sarah Louise Palin!
