Winona looked at the small dictaphone, and decided that was it. Her friends could help. She phoned them one after the other, and one hour later, she opened the door with a large smile, quite impatient to see them, as they arrived. In group.
First was Emma. Leaning against the front wall, smiling, a cigarette still in her lips, she was like Winona, in her forties, like all the women of the group. Blonde hairs with a classy hairstyle, blue eyes, a wide smile and a body she tried to keep fit with her personal yoga trainer, which also helped her with more intimate things when her husband and kids weren't around. The man loved playing with her C cups. The 5'8 blonde entered the house with a wink, saying "Someone needed help around here?"
Then came Robin. The 5'10 dark haired woman with green eyes was the artist of the group. She spent most of her time painting when she was alone at home. Quiet, thin, with no boobs to speak of, she was the erudite of the group, always knowing everything about the latest book of the newest opera in town. Her husband had married her for her fortune, as she was the daughter of a rich CEO.
And last, but not least, the brown haired, brown eyes, 5'1 B cupped Denise smiled as she came in. Daughter of a good family, she had worked as an engineer in a big company before she married the CEO thanks to her cute look and amusing laughter. Now, most of her life was about her spoiled kids, and how she lacked authority over them.
Winona invited them all to the living room, made them sit, and Emma finished her cigarette in a puff of smoke.
"So... what is it all about Winona? You called us but didn't say. Are you doubting again your dear Vlad? Or your daughter Vanessa making your life miserable?"
"That's not it at all. Listen, don't laugh, don't mock me, but I have a secret to share, and as unbelievable as it might sound... it's true."
She placed the tiny dictaphone on the table, and the women in the couch had to bow to identify what it was.
"What's that? A doll toy? Looks like a recorder" Robin said.
"And that is a voice recorder, indeed" Winona explained "But it's magical. It makes things come true."
The women looked at each other, frowning.
"Excuse me?"
"Told you! Listen, that's the truth. I can prove it. Today, I found two boys in my house. I wouldn't have believe this device was true if the two boys hadn't been three inches tall. I took this from them, and kept them in a cage in the basement. Told me this device could make everything recorded in true, but only worked on something or someone else. So... alone, I was stuck."
Denise and Robin started giggling, but Emma was strangely serious looking.
"If it's true... show us the boys."
Moments later, the four women were agape in the basement, looking at two boys begging for help in their mouse cage. As the women approached their fingers to touch them, they flew away, screaming, and asking to be released.
Emma grinned, as she looked down at them.
"They lied."
"WHAT?" the two boys exclaimed, just like Winona. "But the device is real!" Winona said "They couldn't change otherwise!"
"The device is the real deal." Emma explained "But what did you record in, Winona?"
"I wished I..."
"Did you say "I wish" ?" asked Emma, looking strangely sure of all this.
"I... yes?" Winona explained.
"That's the trick. If you wish for something, then the truth remains : you wish for something. But it doesn't make it true."
Josh and Clyde were so pale from the shock of this woman knowing all this they looked like ghosts. Tiny ghosts.
"How the hell do you know all this?" Winona asked.
"What? Do you really think I spend all my days doing yoga? Damn, girls, we all read erotic books and such."
"Yes" Denise said "But I never read about..."
"You read the wrong websites. My kink led me to websites with looot of stories with magical changes... and guess what? Genies, wishing wells, magic stones... I read about them. But I also read about magical voice recorders. If you were to find a magic lamp, you'd be sure to have to rub it to get your three wishes, right? That's the same. If I cross a strange magical voice recorder, I kind of know how it works."
The two boys didn't move. They were agape too, now.
"And if I'm wrong... " Emma grinned "I know two little boys who'll speak, willingly or not!" she said, giving a flick on the boys cage.
"Are you sure?" Winona wondered.
"It's worth a try, give it to me."
Winona sighed. Okay, that was worth a try, indeed. She gave the little device to Emma, and the woman managed to press the record button with a nail.
"This device grows until it's the same size a regular voice recorder is."
"WHAT THE HELL?!" exclaimed the women, all surprised but Emma as indeed, it happened. The device grew, and grew, with no explanation but magic, until it was fully filling Emma's hand, the woman proudly smiling.
"See? I was right. Don't wish. Just say something, and it becomes the truth." she explained, proud of her knowledge...
Thu Apr 07 00:00:00 2016