"...that Karyn was standing right here...right now."
With a sudden +pop+ Karyn was standing right where Sarah indicated, a look of shock and suprise on her face. She looked around, but Sarah said "I wish Karyn couldn't move from that spot till I tell her she can.
"Sarah! Jon, you let her get that stone!" cried Karyn, but Sarah continued speaking "I wish Jons mom was here as well, next to Karyn and just as rooted to the spot."
Carol Merlin had been washing dishes, and her hands were still wet when she appeared right next to Karyn, just as stunned. She gasped "What th-..." before Sarah said "...and that she couldn't speak untill I told her too."
Jon was getting scared, and he tried to rush Sarah, only to have Sarah scramble away, blurting "I wish Jon would sit down!"
Jon did so, and Sarah said "...and not stand again till I told him too."
Jon plopped into a chair, and try as he might...he knew he couldn't move from that spot. Not untill Sarah let him. Sweat started to pour down his face, and he said "Please, Sarah...you've got to listen to reason."
Sarah smiled, and stood well away from his reach. "Now, let's get you all nice and cozy. Ready? I hope so...because BIG changes are coming. Karyn. Carol. Look into each others eyes."
The girl and the woman looked at each other, feeling scared...but unable to resist.
"You are stareing into the eyes...of your soul mate...I wish you know this as a personal truth. The person before you...is your perfect mate...your most intimate lover...the one person in all the world that you could call...wife."
Carol looked shocked, but then...she smiled, and felt a thrill of romantic pleasure running through her. Karyn felt that the lovely, older woman was the most wise and generious woman in the world. The were standing so close, they reach over and took each others hands in theirs. Jon was screaming about something, but it wasn't important. Nothing was important...except for the person before them."
"Yes, wife...because I wish you were married. Married for a full year now, on the day of Karyns sweet-sixteen. Karyns parents were outraged, but you didn't care. Karyn, the woman before you is your wife...has been for two years. Carol, the girl before you is your wife...has been for two years. You LOVE each other so much..."
Karyn and Carol leaned in and kissed, wrapping arms about the other and blinking back tears of joy. Life was so perfect with each other.
"Now, Jon...don't think I'm going to break-up a happy family. I wish Jons father was right...there." she pointed at the floor, and Jons father appeared, looking suprised."
"Please, don't!" shouted Jon, but Sarah said "I wish Jons father would become a sweet, chubby little black girl. Little...um, oh...Ramona Merlin, Carol and Karyns adopted baby. I wish Ramona was only one-year old, and that she was a sweet, happy baby who loved bother her mommies, and would grow up to be a plump, jolly little girl who will be just soooo sweet and innocent."
Jons dad shank down - became brown and tiny - cried out, and Carol stooped and scooped the infant girl up. Karyn tickled the girls chin and said "Coochie-Coo." and the baby giggled and waved its tiny arms. Jon started to cry, but Carol, Karyn and Ramona were too deeply in love to pay attention to him. Things were moving too fast for them to focus on what wasn't right before them.
"So, Jon...how do you like it so far? Things seem pretty happy for your family..."
Jon turned and snarled "I'll KILL you, Sarah! I'll make you pay for everything you've done!"
Sarah smiled, and said "I wish that everyone remembered this as the true reality. Carol and Karyn Merlin - and their adopted daughter, Ramona - were so happy..."
She turned towards Jon, and smiled "And so is their OTHER daughter...Joanie..."
Jon started to shout...to beg...but Sarah began to speak, and soon...she could do nothing but listen...and hate...and accept...
Joanie woke with a start hours later, moaning "No..." but feeling...muddy about what had happened. She struggled to a sitting position, and felt all that was wrong. Felt it...knew it...but also knew she was helpless to do anything about it. She started to cry, but a glance at the clock...told her she had to get ready. '
With a groan, she heaved her rotund body out of bed and waddled to her bathroom. She showered. Washed her hair. Cleaned herself up and gazed at the pretty fat girl who was reflected back at her. She was hugely fat - more than 300 pounds - but her skin was healthy and flawless and her face was lovely and sweet. Her hair was long, shining blond and soon brushed and set into waves that framed her sweet face.
She went to her closet (so many clothes) and started the long process of assembling an outfit. As fat as she was, Joanie was a major fashionista, and had a great eye for color. She often went shopping with her girlfriends, giving great advice and...
White bra and panties...girdle and slimmer to keep her jiggly body under control. She snacked all the time, no wonder she was so fat. White cowlneck sweater and skirt combo...a little jewelery...touch-up the nails (pink) and start work on the makeup...she looked at the mirror, and saw a happy fat girl...a best friend...a follower...
"Sarah's...my best friend..." she muttered. She knew it was true. She'd been turned into a follower. A source of fun and laughter, who hung out with Sarah, doing her bidding and worshiping the ground she walked on. She told herself she wouldn't, but after a huge breakfast (her mothers were so happy, and her little sister Ramona looked so cute in her highchair) Sarah stopped by in her car, and Joanies resolve vanished. She waddled out to Sarahs red convertable, and squeezed into the front seat, while three girls she remembered from school as Sarahs friends chatted in back. Sarah smiled at her, and Joanie...giggled and gushed over Sarahs appearance. Sarah was mean, but Joanie could shield herself from Sarahs sharp tongue by being submissive and respectful. She suddenly knew that these girls had been her best friends growing up, and that after she'd started to get fat, they'd let her hang out with them...but usually made fun of her as well. It didn't matter. Joanie had very little backbone, and always went along with whatever Sarah said. The girls in the back often called her "Fatso" or "Joanie Jumbo" but...somehow, they also shielded her from the mockery of others, and she was patheticly grateful for that. Joanie wanted to speak up for herself, or confront Sarah about what she'd done to her and her family...but she just couldn't get up the courage. Instead she laughed at everyone elses jokes, agred with the group and carried Sarahs books from class to class. She was just as smart as before, and when Sarah was stumped on an answer, she'd pass sarah a note telling her the answer. She asked at lunch why Sarah didn't just make herself extra smart, or whatever...and Sarah said with a smile (and a tweak of her nose) "I prefer it like this. I like having you around Jon...as big, fat, silly Joanie...pathetic, spineless follower and the bottom rung of my friends. But you LOVE me, don't you Joanie?"
Joanie wanted to say now, but instead she blushed and looked down. She mumbled "You...you're great, Sarah. I think you're the best. Please let me be your friend. I...I just want to be near you."
Sarah giggled and patted her shoulder. "Of course I will, Joanie...and later, you'll marry who I make you marry, and have as many kids as I want you to have. I'll do whatever I want with you, Joanie...and that drives you NUTS, doesn't it?"
Joanie wanted to scream...claw Sarahs eyes out...instead she bowed her head and said "Yeah, it does...but that's okay, Sarah. I mean, you're my best friend..."
Sarah laughed, and shoved her books into Joanies arms. The fat girl waddled behind her, her face beaming with prid that Sarah McMillain trusted her to carry her books.
