This choice: Sandra changes James in a good way. • Go Back...Chapter #9Sandra changes James in a good way. by: WillyTheKid   “Ok Jimmy. Now it's YOUR turn to close your eyes!”
“Sandy.....what are you gonna do to me??”
“I had to trust you. Why don't you trust me?”
“I do trust you babe, but-”
“Close...your...eyes...James McArthur!”
James sighed heavily and closed his eyes. Sandra then erased his body from the neck down. She then got out her iPad and searched for something on the net. When she found what she was looking for she propped up the tablet next to James and began to draw. She would draw a little here, erase a little there, darken a line and so on. This went on for at least an hour. James was getting impatient.
“Sandy??”
“Shut up Jimmy! I need to concentrate. And keep still or I'll mess up.”
“Ok....”
Twenty minutes later, she was done.
“Okay Jimmy, stand up. But don't open your eyes yet!”
Jimmy stood up. Immediately, his body felt 5 times heavier than it did before.
“You made me fat didn't you!! I thought you loved me!!”
Sandra guided him over to the hallway mirror.
“No stupid, I didn't make you fat. And I do love you. So open your eyes!”
James opened his eyes to be greeted by the biggest muscles he had ever seen. And they belonged to him! He was massive!! Bigger than the biggest bodybuilder on earth. His clothes looked like they had been painted on.
“Sandy. What did you do to me?”
“Making one of my fantasies come true, obviously. After I erased you body, I thought about what I should do to you. Then I glanced at my engagement ring and an idea popped in my head. Why should I marry a man when I could be the wife of god? So I decided to draw you as my perfect man.”
“So plain old me, wasn't good enough for you?”
“I fell in with plain old you, baby. I wouldn't trade him in for the world. But why can't plain old you be this huge, muscular Adonis? Do you want me to change you back?”
“No, I mean since you went to all that trouble, I guess I can get comfortable with the new me.”
“Wise choice, sweetie.”
“So....how big am I really?”
“I'm glad you asked that!! You, James Ian McArthur are now 6 feet, 8 inches tall, weigh in at an excess of 395 lbs., all of it muscle. And you possess a 16 inch long, 4 ½ inch wide penis.”
“WHAT???”
“I have my pervy side too, you know. Sue me.”
“Oh my god!!”
“Anything else you'd like to know?”
“Since I'm built like the Hulk, what do I do for a living?”
“Another good question! You're on fire today baby! That I wanted to be a surprise. Let's go back in the living-room.”
James and Sandra sat down on the couch. Sandra turned on the TV and changed the channel to ESPN.
“We have breaking news. The Baltimore Ravens have just selected Washington State University's James McArthur II in the 2014 NFL Draft. The young Goliath will be joining the team as an offensive tackle. Rumors are he's being signed to a 10 year, 60 million-dollar contract. We are now going to the home of his fiancée, Sandra Collins for his reaction to the news.”
Almost immediately, there was knock on the front door and as soon as he opened he was nearly blinded by the flash bulbs and bright lights of the TV cameras. A reported then shoved a microphone in his face.
“So, James. How does feel to be drafted?”
“It feels fantastic. Personally, I can't wait to get on the field.”
Then one of the reporters turned to Sandra. She was wearing a Ravens jersey that hung on her like a dress. On the back was James' jersey number, 48 and his name.
“Miss Collins! What is your reaction to the news?”
“Frankly, I'm not surprised at all. James has worked extremely hard for years to get to this point. It's about time that his talent was recognized.”
“Congratulations of the pregnancy. When is the baby due?”
“Soon. Would you excuse me please? I'm feeling a little tired. I'm going to lie down.”
“But we have more questions!”
“And I will answer them at the press conference tomorrow. Right now my fiancée and I would be most appreciative if you all vacated. Thanks.”
James closed the door and joined Sandra back on the couch.
“Sixty mil huh?”
“You had to pay for this rock on my finger somehow. You CERTAINLY weren't going to do it by delivering pizzas! And besides, like any good gold-digger, I mean wife, it was my duty to make sure my man could take care of his family!”
They both laughed as James puled Sandra on top his lap so they could kiss.
“Baby, you're the greatest.”
“And don't you ever forget it buster!!”
“So what do we do now?”
“Now I finish my turn with the pencil.”
“You mean there's more?”
“Not for you, greedy! This is for me.”
Sandra picked up a notebook that was sitting on the coffee table. She then turned to the first page.
“What are you doing?”
“Just a little experiment. I want to see if the pencil can turn written words into reality.”
She then wrote : <Sandra Collins has a genius level intellect and is nearing completion of her master's degree.>
As soon as she made the last period, there was a shift in the room. The shelves surrounding the television were filled with numerous trophies and medals and plaques that had been awarded to Sandra. On the wall was her high school diploma and a copy of her perfect SAT scores. Even James' memories of her had changed. He remembered Sandra always being in the gifted stream in school. She was doing high school level courses from her first year in middle school. While he was on the football field, she'd be sitting in the stands watching and writing during every practice. She would be analyzing the players and slipping notes to the coach as to how to best utilize the men on the field. She would even help the coach concoct plays. Sometimes using old military maneuvers. And her plays always worked. Allowing their school to win 5 consecutive State championships. The coach almost cried when she elected to accept early graduation and move on the college. She excelled in her classes in college and was accepted for an internship at a local medical research facility. She had just finished her bachelor's degree when James, her best friend and old crush from high school began attending the university on a full-ride athletic scholarship. They met up at a party and began talking. And soon dating. When Sandra's workmates found out she was pregnant, and for whom, they were over-joyed for her. They threw her a baby shower in the break-room. And her pre-natal care was a breeze thanks to the diagnostic devices she and her colleagues had been perfecting.
Suddenly the phone rang. Sandra picked up.
“Hello? Dean Witten!! Thank you dean!! I'll see you tomorrow! Thanks again!”
“What was that all about?”
“Dean Witten was calling to inform me that my last two exams for my Master's degree had been pushed up. Because the work I was doing down at the lab, I had accrued enough credit hours to finish my degree sooner than expected.”
“Super-genius Sandra strikes again.”
“You make it sound like a bad thing.”
“Far from it. Our daughter will be born with your brains and my brawn. This kid hit the genetic jackpot.”
“That was the plan all along honey.”
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