Surprisingly, her will was uncontested. But things went that way for my Great Aunt Rose. So this didn't surprise me. I was overwhelmed when I found out that she had left me her house. I remember telling her that I would have liked having her house when she died. But I never believed that I would get it.
Now here I am.
With a sigh I reach to open the door. My skin tingled as I passed through the door. I stopped and looked around. The house had changed.
It was now furnished how I would have wanted. (Sofas and bean bag chairs.) Very few of the things Great Aunt Rose owned were left. Just a few of the tables I had admired. Where did everything go? I knew that Great Aunt Rose had willed several items to her friends, but I didn't know she had arranged for the furniture to be replaced.
I shut the door and looked around. Whoever refurnished the house didn't just know the type of furniture I wanted, they knew how I would have placed it. The sofas were along the walls while the chairs was scattered around the floor. Suddenly, I realized that this was just the first room I had looked in. It was time to go exploring.
My first stop was the kitchen. I was hungry. On the way, I noticed the carpet in the halls had been changed. New pictures were decorating the walls as well. None of the furniture had changed, and the refrigerator and freezer were stocked with my favorites. So, ham and cheese sandwich in hand I stepped into the hall when a soft voice called from behind me.
I had just left an empty room. There shouldn't have been anybody in there.
I slowly turned around. Hoping there wasn't anybody behind me. I was disappointed. For there was somebody behind me. A woman.
She stood about five feet six inches. Green eyes, thick wavy blonde hair that reached her waist, long, shapely legs that were displayed in a pair of cutoffs. But that's not what grabbed my attention. It was her boobs. Or, should I say BOOBS.
This girl's boobs reached down to her belly button and had to have stuck out at least a foot and a half in front of her. Her nipples were just covered by the shirt she was wearing. I just stood there and stared at her. After a minute she realized that I wasn't going to speak. "Excuse me," she said in her soft, sweet voice. "Don't you want something to drink with that."
I passed out.
When I opened my eyes, her face was hovering above mine. After blinking a couple a times, I said "Who are you?"
"My name is Midge," she replied. "I'm you're servant."
"My what!"
She smiled and I melted. "Your servant," she said. "You know. I'm the one who cooks and cleans for you."
For some reason I couldn't focus on the servant thing. Instead I questioned her on the only thing I could. "You clean this big, three story house all by yourself?"
"Well, I do cheat a little," said Midge with a giggle. "I use magic."
"There's no such thing a magic," I said automatically.
"Oh yes there is, Robert Celtain!"
"How did you know my name!"
Midge smiled as she stood. It was then that I noticed she had been resting her breast on me. I missed the warm pressure. "I know a lot about you. It wasn't chance that made Rose will me to you."
"She willed me her house," I said indignantly. "My Great Aunt Rose would never will me a servant. That's too much like slavery."
Midge just looked at me. "I know. That's one of the things I liked about her. And she did will you the house. It's just I'm the house. Or at least part of it."
"Huh?"
"How can I explain this," she said. She closed her eyes in thought. I took the chance and stood up.
"Ok," she said as she opened her eyes. "You know a computer has a program manager to keep everything straight in it, right?"
I nodded. "Well then, I'm the program manager and the house is the computer."
I just looked her. This girl had to be crazy. "I'll buy that," I said slowly. "But that doesn't prove that there is magic."
"No, but this does." With that her breast started growing.
I'm ashamed to admit it, but I passed out at the sight. I opened my eyes to see her face staring down at me.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't know you would do that. But my action does provide me with proof."
"Of what?"
A puzzled look passed across her face. "Of magic silly. What do you think we've been talking about?"
I opened my mouth to argue, but she cut me off.
"Do you want me to start my boobs growing again?"
I shook my head.
"Then shut up and listen," she looked at me. "Now, I know you don't believe in magic. But you should, since you are descended from a powerful sorcerer."
She paused to glare at me and I kept my mouth shut.