Hello there my name is Cassie and I was given another chance to use my wish granting to help people. My last job didn't end so well but this time I hope to do better. I was sent to this house over in outer Boston. A young couple name Brandon Quill and Jena. What my reports say was that they were having they're neighbors Samantha Bloom and her husband Kent over for dinner. They're ages are very different as Brandon and Jena were in there mid 20s as Samantha and Kent where in there early 50s. Samantha and Jena were talking about having and wanting kids. Sam and her husband had been trying for years and were never lucky but Jena mention she wants to have kids but its Brandon who doesn't want kids yet. That's when Jena wanted to show Samantha something on the PC but when she turn on the screen Jena found a chat that had Brandon talking with another woman. Jena got upset and ask Sam and her husband to leave and they did as Jena and Brandon broke out into a huge argument. Now this is where I came into the picture.

As they finish arguing they both went to separate area's in the house. Brandon went to the bedroom to do some things on PC and Jena stayed downstairs and went  to the front room to watch some TV. While they were busy I walk around the house to watch and listen for them to make a wish. I heard Jena make a wish about giving the Bloom's a kid, but I also heard Brandon make a wish about not having to listen and worry about Jena anymore he just wanted out of this failing marriage. I thought about texting Magic Trish for help but I thought I could handle this and granted there wishes together and watch what happens next.

Brandon ended up spending a large chunk of the night back in the bedroom, browsing the internet. Only this time, instead of going straight to his various sports sites or catching up on the news, he found himself spending time on Tumblr, Pinterest, Facebook, and all sorts of other sites he thought himself to old for. It was a surreal experience. He kept seeing status updates from people he was sure he didn’t know, but when he refreshed the page, they were gone. He found himself reading fanfiction about characters and stories he’d never read about or even heard of, and hanging on every word. Even worse, he found himself embarrassingly blushing when stories featuring two male love interests saw fit to consummate their relationship. He found himself sighing and mooning over pictures he would have dismissed as worthless schmaltz just a few hours ago; heavily filtered pictures of landscapes and sunsets, blank pages with inspiration quotes written on them in some modern-looking font, and of course, the ever-present pictures of cute pets and babies doing adorable things.

(I was enjoying this. I watch as his body was slowly changing and he had no clue what was going on. I watch his big somewhat buff body deflate and take on a body shape of a typical teenage girl. I even started to alter his clothes to fit his soon to be new body.)

 The feelings in his body weren’t going away. The newest and most unwelcome developments were tight, swollen feelings in his chest, and a strange feeling of structural change in his groin. When he put a hand down to feel it, it definitely felt smaller than it used to, which freaked Brandon out more than anything else that had happened. His chest, for its part, was feeling not just swollen but soft, as if all the effort he’d put in at the gym hadn’t even happened. He put a cautious hand to one of his pecs and squished it. He was greeted with a disturbingly sensitive feeling that made him unwilling to experiment anymore. Even so, he couldn’t help stealing a glance at it every few minutes, and it definitely seemed rounder and fuller, even as the rest of his body felt like it was shrinking away into pipe-cleaner limbs and a fey, waspish torso. Furthermore, his clothes weren’t getting any baggier on him; in fact, they were actually changing along with his body. His shirt had lost most of its buttons and was now looking like a polo, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the color changing from a professional navy to a bright green-pink combo. His slacks had crawled all the way up to his knees and gotten tighter around his waist and butt, his belt turning from a thin and unobtrusive brown to a heavily studded black one. Even his socks had changed, going from thin and black to bright white, with two red stripes near the top, and knee high. Brandon just played it off and trying to focus back at the PC Screen. Brandon didn't want to worry about what was happening to him. the bedroom was pitch-black out now this late at night, and Brandon had chosen not to turn any lamps on. He normally liked the privacy, and it was useful to fool Jena into thinking he was asleep (but wait…he thought, why would I need to do that?), but now it was feeling distinctly foreboding. He hadn’t been scared of monsters under the bed or anything like that since he was a little kid. Still, he couldn’t help looking behind him to see if there was anything lurking there, but saw nothing. At least, until one of his paranoid checks did reveal something: Unless his eyes deceived him, the back wall was moving toward him at a frighteningly quick pace.

Brandon bolted up out of his chair. What was happening? Was he going crazy? He looked at the wall, trying to discern whether it was an illusion, but it didn’t look like it. As the wall got closer, Brandon panicked, grabbing a few essentials that he thankfully had on the desk—wallet, keys, laptop, credit cards—and getting out of the room as fast as he could. He had barely closed the door when he heard the advancing wall slam into the door behind him. It was no illusion. Then, as he watched, the door itself began to fade away into the wall. Brandon made one last desperate grasp at the doorknob, trying to see what was going on, but it too eluded his grasp, falling lamely to the floor and then dissolving into non-existence.

(I of course had to do some remodeling to the house since Brandon's Change wouldn't be for this house.)

A new door had appeared across the hall. Brandon went over to look at it. Cautiously opening it, he saw a bedroom clearly designed for one person. One bed, one dresser, one nightstand. It must be Jena’s room. But where was his? Wait, why would he have a room here. He didn’t…live here? Was that right? It had to be.

(Poor poor Brandon... I guess those tips I got from Yan and my brother about reality+ Mind altering magic is really helping here. Now I just need to give the changing Brandon another push in the right direction. To help Brandon to his new home.)

Brandon looked down at his wallet; it had transformed, without his noticing, from the old, mature-looking leather one to a furry pink one with a red heart pattern and a Minnie Mouse in the center. He didn’t quite feel like looking inside yet. When he went downstairs, Jena was still sitting in the living room and watching the latest episode of the CW Legend of the Hidden Temple. She gave him a strange look, and he couldn’t blame her. It had been kind of a strange night after there argument, even though he couldn’t remember most of it. He did remember enough to know that he’d been acting like a terror all night. He shuffled his feet awkwardly and apologized.

Brandon then ask Jena “Hey, can I go hang out at the Blooms tonight?”

“I…sure. I mean, why are you asking permission?” Jena replied to her weird looking husband.

“I don’t know, I just feel like I should.” Brandon responded to Jena not realizing how he was talking.

“Well, fine. I’ll leave the door unlocked.” Jena said with a somewhat anger and confuse tone.

“Thanks, Miss Heartstone!” Brandon beamed, making for the door.

Jena was somehow able to get over the shock of Brandon having addressing her so formally, and by her maiden name, no less. But as she watched him go, confused as to why he looked so much smaller and skinnier than usual, she felt, somewhere deep down, that he wouldn’t be coming back home that night. Oh was she right but before I continue with Brandon Its time to alter this home some more. I first alter some things as all things related to Brandon was gone. Then I alter Brandon's old In home gym into a nursery. Then I turn the couples dog Max to Jena's new husband Max who was a Manager at the local Chuck E Cheese and got paid a lot of money. Then before I left the new Heartstone Family I tap Jena's belly as she instantly grew a pregnant belly and took on a more motherly body shape. Jena rub her belly as her new husband walk in holding two mugs of Hot Chocolate for the both of them as they relax and watch something on Disney +. Now back to the changing Brandon.

The night was cool for late August, and Brandon felt surprisingly exposed. Wasn’t this his neighborhood, that he’d lived in for years? And wasn’t it in a good part of town? But his body felt smaller, thinner, and all around more vulnerable. A chill around his toes told him that he should have worn gym shoes tonight, anything but these thin sandals…but wait, since when was he wearing sandals? He looked down only to see what was left of his old shoes disappearing into the darkness and leaving his bare feet exposed, now with freshly painted pink toenails. He rubbed his eyes, looked again, and wondered what was wrong. His feet had always looked like that.

He knocked on the front door, and Mr. Bloom answered. “Brandon, hi! Come on in!” The older man looked a little confused at Brandon’s presence, but soon shook his head and seemed to get over it. “If you’re here to see our daughter, she’ll be home soon.”

The Blooms have a daughter? Brandon didn’t remember that. But he decided it must have just slipped his mind and walked in. The house felt surprisingly welcoming for somewhere he’d only been a few times. He saw Mrs. Bloom cooking some cookies in the kitchen. She gave him a wave.

Brandon noticed a small purple purse sitting on one of the dining room chairs. It looked familiar. He picked it up and slung it around his shoulder. It felt comfortable, like he’d been doing it for years. “Hey, uh, Mo—I mean, Mrs. Bloom, you don’t mind if I go upstairs, do you?”

“Um…of course not, honey. Go right ahead.”

(Little did any of them knew was that I was slowly altering there house and memories. Plus I kept taking parts of the Blooms DNA to be fuse to make Brandon's new DNA to make it so that Samantha and Kent will be his biological parent's. But I had to spawn the purse as Brandon was almost about to break out of my spell and I couldn't let that happen.)

Brandon smiled and took the purse with him.

As he went up the stairs he decided to listen to some music. He didn’t have anything in mind, so he just took out his phone and put on Spotify. To his surprise, he already had a few stations saved, one of which looked very Gorillaz-centric. He frowned. Did he really like that stuff? When did that happen? Yet, he turned it on, and after a few verses he was already bobbing his head to the beat and singing the songs like he’d been doing it his entire life.

When he got to the upstairs hallway, he noticed something strange. Out of the corner of his eye, a door seemed to be forming out of the solid wall. But when he looked again, it looked like a door had always been there, and nothing was out of the ordinary. It looked like something he had seen recently, but he could not put his finger on it. When he looked at the door, he felt a feeling of safety and security rise inside him, and decided it was safe to open it and see what was inside.

What he saw was a room decked out with a bunch of familiar decorations and furniture. He didn’t know exactly where he’d seen these things, but they were so familiar, so dear to his heart, that the sudden rush of recognition was almost painful. A beeping message caused Brandon to look down at his new girly phone. He saw a long list of unread messages, from girls and guys alike about his age (which was…15? 16? His mind was getting foggy). He didn’t recognize them at first but after looking at each one memories of friends and classmates began flooding back. Brandon began to feel weak in the knees. He clutched his head as his body and clothing finished their final changes; his boxers finished their conversion to a pair of silk panties, and a sturdy-yet-smooth bra formed out of nowhere to hold up his small but growing chest. His hair, which had been getting longer and became more Brown in tone all night, flew outwards from his head before tying itself up in a complicated ponytail. His fingernails became long and pink to match his toenails.

He collapsed on the bed in a fit of exhaustion and confusion. He couldn’t remember how long he lay there, but was awoken by a voice.

“Brittney! Brittney, are you up there? You’re going to miss Breakfast, sleepyhead!”

Brittney sprung up. Oh, right, breakfast! And Mom’s pancakes was one of her favorites! Why had she dozed off all of a sudden anyway? She didn’t even have cheerleading camp yesterday or anything. “Coming!” She called, grabbing her phone before exiting her room.

Mom and Dad were already at the table. Dad gestured to a fully prepared plate next to him and motioned for her to sit down. “Sorry,” she said.

“Don’t worry, sweetie, it’s alright,” Mom said. “The first day of school is tomorrow, after all; I’m sure you’re nervous.”

Oh, right! That was tomorrow! But Brittney wasn’t nervous. Why would she be? She had an army of friends ready to help her take on middle school for the first time, she had Mom and Dad behind her all the way, she had done all the summer work and bought all her books; what was there to be nervous about?

“I’m sure it will be fine,” she said with a giggle, as she prepared to dig in.

Later on that day Brittney and her mom Samantha went to local mall to do some school shopping when they ran into Jena and they talk and Jena joke that once her baby was old enough she'll need a babysitter and Brittney giggle and offer if she needed a baby sitter just ask her to. Jena laugh and thank her but for some reason she could trust Brittney, it was like she knew Brittney for a long time but that can't be as her and Max had just moved here a few month's ago. They then went there separate ways to carry on with there day.

So that's what happen. That's what I did..so did I do a better job Trish?

Magic Trish: Um Cassie....im going to be honest with you. No you did not. Just like how you turn a mother of 2 into a infant. Your job was supposed to make the couple happy and tweak some memories not change two different families! Now we have to go out and alter there respectful family members to fit in the changes you had made. Maybe you should try a different intership.

Cassie: Darn it!