“Truth”

“Truth” he responds, looking rather worried.

“Well now... let’s see.” Rebecca says, pondering what to ask him. It’s not often that she has an opportunity like this. “Dad, if you had to choose right now, who here is the most attractive, and why?”

“Well that’s a kinda fucked up question, we’re all family... well except for Clive, and she knows it.” you think to yourself.

“Go ahead dear, and if it’s not me then you won’t be getting any tonight- that’s for sure!” laughs your mom, seemingly expecting to be chosen.

“Well... I... uhh...” your dad struggles to respond. “Go ahead, spill it!” says Rebecca trying to hurry him along.

“I guess, right now... I hate to admit it but...” he pauses, “Zoe, you are the most sexy right now in that cheerleader outfit.”

“Oh my god...” you think - you can’t believe your own father just said that about you. But then you remember, he must be under Clive’s mind control too.

“Dad...” you quietly say as your mom moves over to him.

*SLAP!*

Your mom suprises everyone when she slaps him on the cheek. “You think your own son is hotter than YOUR WIFE?! Well... fuck me...”

“Mom, relax I’m sure he-“ Rebecca adds trying to calm your mom a bit. “It’s fine!” your mom butts-in. “Really, it is... I guess it’s my own fault for helping turn him into such a sexy sissy cheerleader tonight. Thank you for at being honest, Steve, I suppose...” your mom says, holding back her jealousy.

“But you know what, Zack, this is your fault too. Wanting to be dress like a cheerleader, then prancing around in front of your dad like that. I am here to support you but, this has gone a little too far I think.”

Your mom tells everyone the game is over, at least for now. “Maybe we can pick up this game another night. Clive, it’s lovely to have you stay with us, and thank you for not judging us too harshly. I realise things got a little strange around here tonight. I never expected Zack would drop this sissy-bomb on all of us all of a sudden!”

“Thanks Mrs Carter, and nahhh don’t sweat it- this has been entertaining to say the least!”

Everyone departs to their respective rooms, yourself included. You remove the cheerleaders outfit when you realise something- “Holy shit, I’m in control again! It must be because Clive isn’t close enough to control me.”

Then, it dawns on you. “Wait a minute... if that were true, why was I still being controlled even when I left the room with mom and sis? Is he... is he just toying with me? Can he control me wherever he is? Or...” you shutter to think, “maybe it’s not him?”

You don’t waste any more time. You have to act now if you’re going to get out of this mess.

“I need to figure out WHO is behind this, HOW they are doing it and WHY!” you say to yourself, “But... what should I do now?”