The title is not what I would call a universe. Call it a shared title. I would encourage other authors to do shorts around the question. The only rule is there are no rules.

  

Angelina - Why Can't A Man Be More Like A Woman?

by Tyrone Slothrop

 

The twins were chasing each other around the breakfast table. Bob wondered where they got all that energy as he watched the long braids whip by his eye and the blur of school jumpers and tights follow.

"Will you two get moving! You'll miss the bus!" Mary kept her voice just below a scream. She was very good at commanding the kids. The twins settled down, grabbed their bookbags, kissed their parents and headed out for the bus.

"Are they always going to dress alike?" Bob asked.

"You take them clothes shopping, dammit. Getting them to agree on anything is easier than getting them to choose alone! " Mary was exasperated.

"No thanks. It would ruin shopping. Now check me out- Sandy and I are being interviewed today. Is my tie ok with this suit?" Bob presented himself for Mary's close inspection.

Mary looked at Bob, his dark navy pinstripe suit jacket and crisp white shirt wrinkle free. His loafers were shined. She adjusted his red tie.

"Bob, aren't you going to finish your hair?"

Bob reached up and felt the head full of pink rollers he had slept in.

"I thought I'd take it down at work, honey. Sandy and I are due in the makeup trailer for the television people and we agreed to fix each other's hair there. Besides, half the people on the bus have their hair in rollers." Bob said.

"But those other people are women, Bob. Are you sure.?"

"What's the issue, honey?" Bob gave her a blank look.

Mary wanted to kick herself. That kind of comment was sure to bring out her bad side.

Sure enough, Angelina woke up and laughed inside her head.

"You slipped up, sweetie. You know what that means." Angelina was back and sounding viscous. Only Mary could hear Angelina.

"Mary, don't you think I should wear the skirt? These pants make me look fat, don't they?" Bob said, turning and presenting his rear end to her. It was suddenly enormously fat and his pants were splitting at the seam.

Mary knew what she had to say.

"Bob, try the skirt. You look much thinner in skirts. And don't forget the slip this time."

Bob went upstairs.

"Are you satisfied? How long will you do this to us?" Mary asked the spirit inhabiting her.

"They were your desires, Mary. I just make them come true. And there is still one more, your wish for Michael." Angelina laughed, a devious and eerie laugh.

Mary shook visibly. Every stupid thing she said that day was coming back to haunt her. After feeling a bit crazed by being the only woman in the house she was in a foul mood, she felt lousy and her husband and her sons had just done all the little things they did which drove her mad.

Bob was way overweight, bald and a total slob who ignored his appearance. Plus he was pissing his boss off and she was about to fire him. But he worked hard and loved Mary.

The twins were just normal seven year old boys amplified by being twins.

Michael was a normal sixteen year old boy who thought girls were for his pleasure. She knew he was just putting on an act.

So in an overarching act of fury, she had sworn an oath to whatever power that would listen to fix Bob, make the twins behave at least like she did at their age and that Michael would understand how bad it would be to be treated like he talked about women.

Unfortunately, she worded it just right so Angelina, a wandering Imp, agreed and took up residence in Mary.

Mary at first thought this was wonderful. Angelina had been another woman (or woman-thing) to talk to. And things had changed for the better, at least she thought they had.

Bob lost weight over two months, then three. He was approaching normal. His hair had grown in and was actually a bit long, well over the ears. He became fastidious about his appearance, and developed a fine clothes sense. He accompanied Mary to the mall and helped her enjoy shopping for the first time in years. His boss loved him, he was now pleasing her completely. She promoted him to her second in command. And he sat down to pee, all the time.

The twins had an overnight behavior change. They sat and colored within the lines, they did their homework. Their teacher was effusive about how well behaved they were. They even followed Mommy around the house and tried to help her with the housework. Mary noticed their hair was growing quickly but Angelina just told her it was darling, and Mary agreed when the twins asked her to show them how to braid it, like the other kids at school. Mary was happy that they always sat down to pee now, the bathroom was much cleaner.

Michael she worried about. He was just hanging around home, getting fat. His friends didn't call and other than school, he stuck to his room. His taste in music changed to mournful singers. Angelina said it was a normal teenage stage. He was very emotional. What ever she tried to do with him was wrong. Food was wrong, she was making him fat. Clothes were wrong, they looked awful on him. His teachers said he wasn't participating but his grades were normal. He also sat down to pee, all the time.

Then Angelina had told her the rules. Mary was not to interfere in any way with her desires being granted or Angelina would "make things a bit more, well more's a good word, darling". At this, Mary began to worry.

And things got worse.

Bob became submissive to women, especially his boss. She seemed to delight in pushing him to be more feminine. Bob, now past normal weight and bordering on skinny, approaching anorexic seemed to delight in adding to his crossdressing, at Sandy's urging. His hair had not been remotely masculine for a month now, and he was wearing skirts outside the house in an increasingly daring way. He seemed oblivious to the ridicule and utter shutout his former male friends had given him. He was still attentive to Mary and as far as she could tell, faithful, if one excluded kissing Sandy wherever she demanded.

The twins had had a screaming fit until Mommy allowed them to wear the "Proper" school uniform, a suspender skirt and white blouse with tights. Their teacher was horrified to hear they had no dolls at home, or any other appropriate toys. Mary felt like a child molester and had spent a fortune at Toys R Us, contributing to the Barbie retirement fund. Their hair now looked like it had never been cut and they were constantly grooming each other, braiding, plaits, ribbons, combing.

The other changes had distracted her from Michael and his problems.

"What have you done to Michael?' Mary asked Angelina, hoping to get an answer.

"Just a lesson in what the other side feels. You should look in on him. He probably could use a mother son talk right now." Angelina cackled. Mary knew this would be bad.

Michael was crying. Clothes were strewn all around his bed. He was sitting there in his underwear, sobbing.

Mary sat down and hugged him. "Michael, what is it? Talk to me!"

"Oh Mom, I'm in trouble! Nothing fits! And I'm getting sick every morning! And these hurt!" He broke down and wept.

Mary looked at Michael. She stood him up. He had a pair of breasts, fairly big for a girl, much less a boy. His belly was large and looked like a beer gut, or ..

"That's right , dear, little Michael looks knocked up to me! That's a lesson now!" Angelina giggled.

"Damn it Angelina, how can a boy be pregnant?" Mary was stunned.

"Oh, the parents never notice. They feel rejected, they look for acceptance, they get involved with the wrong crowd, they get fooled by someone looking for cheap sex. "It's a sad story." Angelina said, with a cynical flavor.

"Dammit, he's a boy!" Mary screamed in her head.

"And he will make a fine little mama, too, especially when those jugs fill up."

"But Michael was all talk. He would never do this to a girl!" Mary protested.

"Of course not, he was a normal boy, like you said, all talk. It was your wish, honey. I suggest you get some maternity tops and slacks for him. Wow, fat and knocked up, what a little blimpo he is. Look at that butt! And those hips! Do you think his boobies are large enough? About an E cup already. I'll bet he's skipped gym for a while. " Angelina sounded evil in a matter of fact kind of way.

Mary dug out her old outfits from when she carried the twins and surprisingly , some of them fit, although Michael was heavier in the rear and bust than she ever was.

So Mary was now getting desperate. She did the one thing she had not tried.

Bob was at dinner, his hair a mass of waves and still wearing his makeup. He had changed to a casual housedress.

The twins were at their places, having demanded they get to wear their princess outfits Mary had made them for Halloween.

Michael waddled in, wearing the ruffled maternity top and stretch pants, with the brassiere she had raced all over town to find to support his painfully stretched breasts.

Mary stood up at the table. "I want you to know I was very mad at you all, mad about things you did or didn't do. I was wrong . I was seeing you the way I wanted to, not the way you really were. I wish you were just the way you really were, the part that I love."

Angelina shrieked. "No, No No No! You told them you loved them just the way they were! Not fair! Damn that Billy Joel!"

Mary knew Angelina was gone.

She looked at the table.

Bob was fat, but not as fat, and eating less than he used to. He was bald however.

The twins were the same as before. They were moving their food within the lines of the china pattern, though.

Michael was himself, but he was smiling. He was talking about this neat girl he met at school.

And the toilet seats were always left down for her after that.

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