Gunar patted his belly. "Well that was a great feast. Now, what say we open a few presents?"
"We don't do that until Christmas Day." Beorn was somber.
"Tough tittie. What I say goes this Christmas, pig fucker. Now move it. Teva, would you help me carry my PC over to the conservatory? Thanks."
The family obeyed but they did not appear happy about it. Josie stayed in her seat.
"Come on, Aunt Josie. It will be fun."
"I don't think I want to be there for this, Gunar." She covered her chest with her arms.
"Didn't I already promise you wouldn't be hurt? Come on." He leveled a flat stare at her until she fell in line.
The pink-flocked Christmas tree stood its usual corner of the conservatory like a giant cone of cotton candy. It rightfully belonged in the front living room. Even though grandma (or anyone else) was no longer able to play the traditional carols on the concert grand, the Svensons were trapped by tradition. So, in the conservatory they were.
Gunar sat on the sofa and placed his laptop on the coffee table. "Teva get me beer. Thanks. Now for the rest of you; I think Uncle Beorn will lead the procession for once. Lend me an ear, pig fucker." Beorn bent down and Gunar whispered into it.
The large man lumbered to tree and pulled out two long boxes. He presented the first one to Josie. "Here. I hope this makes up for all the pain I caused you. Ugh. And all the money I hid from you will be in your account by the end of the year."
Stunned, Josie slowly untied the ribbons, slit the scotch tape with her nail and folded the paper for next year. Then she pulled apart the plain white clothing box to reveal white fur. Disbelieving, she drew forth the full length red fox coat from the box like King Arthur withdraw Excalibur from a stone. Kristin let out a whimper that was strangled in its birth by a wicked glance from Gunar.
"It's gorgeous."
"It's murder."
"Shut up, Victoria. Try it on, Auntie."
Despite what her sense was telling her, she did. The silk lining made it easy to slip on over her white cotton blouse. She skipped over to the mirrored wall that was installed when Kristin took ballet and ran her hand down its length. "I have never had on something so beautiful in my whole life. Why does it have to be like this?" she whispered.
"You deserve the sable but it would be too long. Dorcas is a lot taller."
"No. No. I like the fox. It goes with my hair better."
"My name is Kristin." The mention of the name she'd been hiding since grammar school finally gave Gunar cousin's the nerve to speak.
"Your middle name is Kristin. Your real name is Dorcas. If it was good enough for Grandma, it is good enough for a slut like you. Everyone! I want you to call her Dorcas and my sister Victoria from now on. Speaking of Victoria, Uncle, would you proceed with the gift giving?" Gunar readied his laptop. The next wardrobe box went to Victoria who recoiled from it like it was a serpent. Then Gunar used Master PC.
SUBJECT; VICTORIA SVENSON CARNE1.EXE SEND
Thus a subroutine with the following commands flowed through Victoria's mind and body.
YOU SIMPLY ADORE THE NAME VICTORIA, YOUR LIFE IS A CRUSADE TO LIVE UP TOT THE NAME YOU LOVE ANIMAL PRODUCTS IN ALL THEIR FORMS YOU ARE A CONESSOUIR OF MEAT AND FISH IN ALL ITS FORMS YOUR FAVORITE GEM IS PEARL THE SENSUAL FEEL OF FUR OR LEATHER ON YOUR SKIN MAKES YOU FEEL LIKE A REAL WOMAN YOU ASPIRE TO THE EPRIOME OF FEMINE GRACE, GENTILITY AND SENSIBILITY ORDER, CLEANLINESS, DECORUM, CONTROL, ETIQUETTE AND CULTURE ARE AS IMPORTAN TO YOU AS THE AIR YOU BREATHE.
The digital morpher section of Master PC executed the following physical commands.
MAKE SKIN SMOOTH AND WITHOUT BLEMISH. CUTS AND PUNTURES HEAL IMMEDIATELY AND WITHOUT SCARRING ORGINAL HAIR ALWAYS REMAINS SILKY CHESTNUT BROWN AND ALWAYS REGROWS TO MIDDLE OF THE BACK AFTER SHAMPOOING. BODY IS PURGED OF ALL INFECTIONS AND POISONS IMMUNE SYSTEM OPERATES AT PEAK EFFECIANCY
Then Master PC altered her memory and hence her attitude towards her younger brother. In short, Gunar rewrote history, one that merged her new love of family to her love of meat.
""Oh, Uncle it's beautiful." Victoria, as she now loved being called, lifted the weighty snow-white sable coat in front of her and glided towards the mirror to stand next to Josie. "Oh MY! I look a fright!"
"It's okay, Victoria. Why don't you go upstairs and clean up? Jenny and Dorcas will happily share their toiletries. Won't you, girls?"
"Absolutely!"
"Before you go, Victoria, I want you take my gift with you. It's the one wrapped in blue foil. No, the blue-green plaid is for Dorcas. There, that one.." Not daring to let go of the sable coat, Victoria, walked up the stairs with the blue foil gift under one arm.
"Hey, BJ how about giving me your cars and computer?"
"Sure, cuz. Happy Holidays. I guess I better get your computer now."
"Gunar. This is wrong." With a frown that practically dripped regret, Josie folded the fox back into its box. "Eventually everything will be back to normal and Beorn will send you to jail."
"Aunt Josie, you have to trust me. All right, I was hoping to drag this out some more, but I see you need something to hang your faith on. Here I it is. I can control everything: mind, bodies, everything. I've made sure no one will ever know how I do it, but I can. Right now, my sister is free of mental defect, infection and heroine for the first time in years. Before this holiday is over, everything REALLY WILL be normal, normal the way it should be, the way I always dreamed it would be. Here's the first proof. Let's start with my depressed father and drunken mother. Meanwhile, Beorn, you go into your office. I want a complete record of where all your money is hidden."
"Yes, sir."
"The rest of you, lie face down on the floor. I'll get around to you in my own sweet time."
SUBJECT: KLAUSE AND CAROL SVENSON
Gunar had already learned the quickest way to fix people physically with Master PC was to reverse physical time to a point before they began to deteriorate, then to build on that. He summoned Master PC's scroll bar menu. He selected "AGE" and slid the arrow to the left. He brought his father and mother back to their newlywed ages, 20 and 19. That automatically undid his mother's liver and brain damage as well as uplifted her figure, eliminated cottage cheese and varicose veins and a lot more, all in one swift stroke. Her hair even went from gray to its original raven-black.
Then he flitted to the FITNESS window and scrolled them both to "athletic." A slack jawed Josie watched their youthful bodies bend, inflate and depress. Then he entered Master PC's text window, the most flexible, yet time consuming of its modes.
RETURN KLAUS AND CAROL SEVERSON TO THEIR HONEYMOON MENTAL AND EMOTIONAL STATE.
By typing in SEND>Return, the seeming magical commands instantly became reality. Klaus and Carol's eyes locked on each other but they could not speak.
"Klaus? Carol? Do you have something to say to each other? Feel free to behave as you wish."
Both melted into each other's arms. "Oh, honey I'm so sorry. I'll check into AA tomorrow." "I'm the sorry one. I should have stood up to Beorn years ago."
The two kissed passionately. Between lip locks they muttered apologies and kissed the salty tears from each other's cheeks.
Even Gunar was a bit taken aback as his youthful parents' lusty passion. "You two can go upstairs later if you want."
Gunar's father pinched and tickled his wife's butt. She squealed "Stop it, Klaus!" Then they kept on necking.
"Well, that is a surprise." Gunar turned, expecting to see a smiling Aunt Josie. Instead he saw the face of pure horror. "What's the matter?"
"You're a monster. You will change me next."
"Yes. But it won't be bad." Gunar stood and opened his palms. "I can make you young and beautiful again, give you a second chance of life. Wasn't it you all those Christmases who used to say, 'Oh, Gunar if only I was twenty years younger.' I can make it happen. I can make all our dreams happen."
"Our?"
"Yes, our. Aunt Josie I love you. I have for years. I know you love me too."
"I know what you are thinking but that kiss was just a mistake. We were both a bit drunk and I was going through a divorce. We talked about that. We, you and I, decided we can't."
"That was true before last summer. Our ages, our family, money, everything was against us, but not anymore, don't you see? Everything's changed"
"I see, I see only too well. It will just like it was with Beorn. Chaining me to this house, keeping me down..."
"How can you say that? I love you."
"If you love me, you'll let me go. Now."
"No." Gunar's voice was low and dangerous. "I was afraid you might not understand." Gunar sat back down. Josie didn't know much, but she knew the strange things happened when Gunar sat down at the computer. She bolted for the phone in the parlor.
SUBJECT; JOSIE SVENSON
Gunar kicked himself for not listening to his paranoia and preparing a sub-routine. He summoned up the text window. Josie slipped on the fleshly-waxed oak. She cursed herself for indulging in high heels for the holiday.
JOSIE PASSIONATELY LOVES GUNAR AS A WOMAN LOVES A MAN
Josie limped down the hall and squeezed by a laden BJ.
SHE VIRTUALLY WORHIPS THE GROUND HE WALKS ON
She turned the corner into the parlor. The old black steel antique was right where it always was.
SHE TRUSTS HIM IMPLICITLY AND LOOKS FORWARD TO HIM IMPROVING HER AND OTHERS
She picked up the phone and dialed 9-1-1.
SHE SAVORS THE IDEA OF HER MAN USING THE PEOPLE AS PAWNS
Josie put the receiver to her ear, expecting to hear a receptionist. Instead she only heard a familiar high-pitched whine. Beorn was always too cheap to get a second line. " Beorn! Get off line! It's an emergency!" she bellowed. A sinking feeling in her gut, told her it was too late. Beorn had ruined her again.
SEND <Return>
"What am I doing? Never mind, Beorn!" Josie figured he had ignored her scream anyway, like always. Josie limped back to the conservatory, picked up her sable from the floor and took her right place, next to her man. "I am sorry, honey. I just don't know what got into me. So, can I be next?"
"Sure. But first open that gold box with the red ribbon. It's from me, I've been holding on to it for years."
Josie smiled, squeezed her love's hand and knelt beside the tree. She opened it carefully, saving everything. Only when she pulled open the mud brown box did it occur to her where she had seen it before. It was her old cheerleader's uniform. She dimly remembered having it preserved. As she pulled it out, she admired how good a job the dry cleaner had done. It was a fresh as the day she put it away. Under the uniform, a silver framed photo, freshly cleaned and polished, of her in her prime lay on the bottom of the box. Josie was jumping, legs curled behind her, be-ribboned red curls flying and her purple and gold pompons held high and wide. She smiled in nostalgia. She chose to frame that picture because it showed off her chest. Josie was always proud of it. She had the biggest firmest, perkiest, most gravity defying breasts in the AAA. She began to get more than a little misty. She had forgotten all about her cheerleading uniform. Gunar must have found it and the photo in the attic. Then it occurred to her. He could make her like that again. She looked at him with wide, brown eyes. He nodded. She stood took a deep breath and braced herself.
AUNTGIFT1.EXE
Josie's youthful glow returned as if with a wave of a magic wand. Her ruby hair, red lips, moonlight skin and hourglass figure all filled with the juices of life to the point of bursting. Even her voice had smoothed. "Mmmmmm. I feel so much better." She stretched and slid her hands down her waist. Her dress almost slid off of her. She brought her palms back around her thighs and up her cheeks. Her gymnast thighs and gluteus were as firm as strong as ever. "Ouch. This bra pinches." She reached inside her dress, slipped off her bra, tossed it aside and inhaled deeply. "That's better." She peered down her cleavage and pushed her boobs together. "Hello there boys, it's been a while."
It all was coming back to her. She moved her palms across her happy mounds and inhaled her lower lip. Her breasts had always felt so good when she was young. Her senses threw her mind back to a time when she would lie on her bed for hours mauling herself to dozens of shivering little orgasms before straining to reach her sopping twat. "Yes. They feel as good as new." Then it hit here. She had a whole second chance at life. A chance to do all the things she had only, unil now, seen through the lens of regret. "Thanks honey."
I have a matching set of pompons too. But they wouldn't fit in the box."
Josie looked at her nephew. He was staring at her the way the geeky boys stared back in high school. She curled her tongue back upon her upper row of teeth as she sized him up. Gunar was big, not linebacker big like she preferred, more like a basketball player or wrestler. But he was blonde, blue eyed, tall, muscular and she loved him, passionately.
"Now that you've given me this body, lover, what do you want to do with it?" she smiled wryly, clasped her hands behind her back, stuck out her assests and swayed her hips. He stayed silent. She slinked towards him and leaned forward. The drooping collar of her blouse gave him an eyeful. "Come on." Her eyes lifted upwards. "It's been a long, dry spell for me. I am SO ready for a little fun."
"Me too." Uncle Beorn! Victoria! Come on down" Gunar bellowed then he thought. "hey mom, make sure sis brings her new coat. And why don't you help yourself to a fur coat while you're at it." As Carol walked away, her husband admired her ass. "Dorcas, you'll need a warm coat too."
"But you gave mine away."
"Shit. I can't stand your whining anymore."
BRAT1.EXE. SEND>Return
Dorcas filled out. Her scrawny frame swelled and popped seams. Her squared faced filled out too. To Josie it was weird, it was like her daughter's new, fuller face made smiling easier too. "You look so much healthier. How do you feel, Dorcas honey?"
"Thanks, mom. I feel healthier. Hey! Looks I need some new togs. HaHA! Warm too, right cuz? I know where just where to go. Back in a flash. Ow, these damn shoes! Who could ever where these damn things?"
Josie sat next to her love, rubbed his thigh and purred in his ear. "Gunar honey, can we be alone?"
"S-s-ssure Josie. Let me just type in the sub-routines to take care of these guys."
"What guys?" Then Beorn entered. "Oh." She pouted.
It took a while for Gunar to muster everyone, but eventually they were all outside, in the front yard. There was good three feet of snow on the ground and the sky was dusting the Earth with more. Except for BJ, Klaus, Beorn, the family was all bundled up. Gunar in his new greatcoat and Teva in her wool overcoat. Finally, Dorcas had felt compelled to raid her grandpa's only winter trunk. She was now dressed in boots, red long johns, overalls, Pendleton and his old, wool, hunting coat and cap.
"I've always wanted to see this. Beorn and Dad, I always wanted to see you two have it out once and for all. So get out there and slug it out."
The two men stopped out in to the yard. At some invisible signal they started circling each other.
"Who do you think will win?" Josie squeezed her man's elbow.
"Tough call. Beorn's got the experience but Dad's all young now." The young man turned to the crowd. "Hey you guys, feel free to cheer on your favorite."
When Carol started cheering, Klaus charge and got a knee in the face for his initiative. But then he spun and punched Beorn in the kidney. A blur of close blows was exchanged then the two locked and tumbled into the cold, wet snow. It clung to their bodies but still they punched and wrenched.
The crowd cheered. Gunar laughed his head off. Josie was quiet and buried herself in Gunar's greatcoat. It stank of BJ's cigarettes.
The two men stood, winded, bloody and battered. It seemed a draw. "All right you two." Gunar shouted. "You've got it all out of your system. Now you have nothing but fraternal love for one another."
"What next, sir?" BJ looked fearful and cold.
"Don't worry, asshole. Poor Teva's been carrying the torch for you since you took her virginity. I figure marrying her and forcing you to earn an honest living is punishment enough."
The two men hooked arms over one another's neck and hobbled towards the house, laughing hoarsely. Dorcas scooped up some snow and put it to her daddy's face. Carol got the idea and followed suit.
"You like that Josie? They finally did it."
"They look hurt."
"Do worry. My next program will heal everybody up nice and smooth. I have this all figured out." Gunar led everyone into the conservatory
HEALTHYFAM1.EXE SEND>Return
The family did heal. BJ even felt warmer. Josie visibly relaxed when she saw how the two men's wounds were healed. Beorn even lost almost all of his gut. But Gunar kept typing. She leaned over and saw on the screen.
MAIDLUV1.EXE BJLUV1. EXE TEVALUV1.EXE SUPPORTIVEFAMILY1.EXE 3MAGAE1.EXE SEND>Return
"Let's go, Aunt Josie. All the rest of you guys know what to do."
Then he typed in a few more subroutines, clapped the laptop shut, took Josie's hand and headed upstairs with her, just like he always dreamed.
Josie cradled her cheerleading uniform in her right hand, Gunar in the other. "What did you do to those guys? What are those programs for? I'm dying to know."
"Sorry. It's a surprise. And you know hoe much I like surprises."