At 3:24 in the afternoon, Mom was sitting on the couch watching one of her favorite programs. She is a middle-aged woman in her late thirties. She, like her mother and sister, had large breasts and a nicely rounded ass, but relatively narrow hips. She wore Capri-length pants with a short sleeve U-neck blouse that highlighted her boobs. Regardless, she took this time every day to relax and watch her program.

After school, I arrived home. I dutifully took off my shoes. Mom didn't like anyone wearing shoes in her house.

"Mom, you're not going to believe this!" I exclaimed.

"Jason, can't it wait a few minutes, my show is almost over."

I didn't have to be told how important the show was to Mom. Despite wanting to tell her badly, I went to my room to put away my jacket and put down my books. I changed out of my school clothes and put on a pair of jeans and a Metallica T-shirt. I placed my uniform with the rest of the laundry that needed to go to the dry cleaners.

A few minutes later, "Mom, this woman gave me. I mean it's so great. You aren't going to believe it," I spit out my words.

"Calm down, start at the beginning."

"OK, I got out of school and walked to the bus stop. When..."

During my story, Mom turned her head when she saw a car pull into the driveway. She wasn't expecting Dad to be home so soon. When she looked up, she saw her sister Cheryl's car pulling in.

"Hey, Aunt Cheryl is here. Go get the door for her!" Mom told me.

Mom and I knew that Cheryl's hands would be full. She was a relatively new mom and would be carrying her baby Emily in her arms and all the usual baby supplies she would need.

"OK, but I have to tell you the story."

"Later."

I opened the door to let Aunt Cheryl in. She was carrying Emily in her arms with both her purse and a diaper bag slung over her left shoulder.

"Hello, Aunt Cheryl." I greeted her.

"Hi Jason," she returned the greeting then she moved in to give me a kiss. I let her kiss me on the cheek.

Aunt Cheryl walked passed me to the couch where Mom was seated. They greeted each other by exchanging pleasantries and kisses. Mom then kissed little baby Emily too.

Aunt Cheryl plucked several toys for Emily to play with out of her diaper bag and then placed Emily on the floor. Emily took her favorite teddy and toddled around the room, exploring the room as babies often do.

I wanted to tell Mom about my power. To show her what I could do. I wasn't a hundred percent sure what that was as I hadn't tested out my new power yet. But I couldn't tell Mom now. Aunt Cheryl was here and the sisters were talking. I found a place to sit and waited for my opportunity.

Emily had been to the house many times before. The family room was a baby-safe area for Emily. I looked over at my cute little niece She was at an age that was described in months not years. Actually, she was only fourteen months old. Maybe she had just turned fifteen months. I didn't know exactly. It really didn't matter. I washed her toddle around the room.

Emily wore a beige tee with a sunshine print and solid shorts in a matching color. The shorts were secured with a drawstring. It had elasticized legs designed to keep the diaper underneath from peeking out as the child walked or crawled. Mom would call the outfit absolutely adorable. As a 14-year-old boy, I didn't have such a lofty opinion of such outfits.

Emily completed her outfit with white socks. If she had any shoes, they much have been left in the car or the diaper bag that Aunt Cheryl carried. She also had bows in her hair.

I noticed that her hair wasn't any longer than my own, but it was styled in a baby girl fashion. Emily's hair was a half-up style with double pigtails tied off with two big white bows to keep the hair in place. It was a typical toddler style, that older girls heading to second grade would find juvenile. Again my mom would call the style just lovely on Emily. I think I heard her use those exact words previously.

"Jason, get Emily away from there!" Mom called out. She saw Emily try to crawl behind an end table that contained a lamp.

"Sure thing, Mom."

I quickly walked over and grabbed Emily by the hand. I directed away her from the 'dangerous area' and back toward the adults.

I wanted to tell my mom about my power so much. But she wasn't interested while Aunt Cheryl was here. So I thought I would make a swap with Emily. Maybe if I looked different, I could get her attention. I didn't want to make any extreme changes, but something she would notice. While holding Emily's hand, I bent down to talk to her.

"Emily, would you mind if I borrow your hair for a little while," I asked.

I don't think Emily knew what I was talking about. She was very young and didn't understand much. She could barely say a short three or four-word phrase. Whole sentences were above her abilities. Regardless, she nodded probably just to engage with me. Emily liked me. She liked everyone. She was just a little baby.

There wasn't any flash of light or any magical pause of time. Emily's hair didn't slowly transform from her pigtails to my parted on the left side style. She simply had my hairstyle, color, texture, and length on her scalp now. I couldn't see my own hair, but I could feel the gentle pulling on my scalp from the bows that kept the pigtails in place.