A table Fan

All this excitement had caused Liam to begin to feel hot. His mom had always been a stickler about keeping the temperature always beyond what he found comfortable.

Liam, feeling mischievous, quickly swiped through and tapped on the image of a table fan on the phone’s screen. Veronica started moving in place, her side profile now facing forward with both arms straight up in the air at random angles mimicking the blades of a fan. Liam despite having checked the device twice already still couldn’t believe his eyes. But disbelief quickly gave way to curiosity as he reached in for her ear and discovered that he could turn her on by twisting her ear. As soon as he did that Veronica’s arms began spinning at a ridiculous pace.

“Mom, it’s only fair that you cool me down now that you got me all worked up,” Liam said with a mix of disbelief and dark amusement, his mind buzzing with possibilities. He tentatively reached out and touched Veronica’s ear, surprised to find that twisting it clockwise or counterclockwise adjusted the speed of her arm rotation.

As Liam twisted Veronica’s ear clockwise, her arms began to rotate slowly, creating a gentle imaginary breeze in the room. He twisted faster, and Veronica’s arms picked up speed, generating a somewhat more real and noticeable airflow.

“Whooosh,” Veronica exclaimed in an exaggerated, almost mechanical tone as her arms spun faster, mimicking the sound of a fan. Her face displayed no sign of embarrassment or shame at this humiliation.

Liam couldn’t help but laugh nervously at the spectacle. “This is insane,” he muttered to himself, caught between amusement and guilt over what he was doing to his own mother.

He continued to twist Veronica’s ear, experimenting with different speeds. At higher speeds, her arms spun rapidly, causing her hair to sway while slower speeds didn’t really do a lot except give her some light exercise he supposed.

“This is too much,” Liam said aloud, half in disbelief at what he was witnessing. Yet, a part of him relished the control he now had over Veronica, even in such a degrading form.

Deciding to push the boundaries further, Liam grabbed a bag of chips, a forbidden indulgence his mother always scolded him for and settled down in front of the TV. He positioned himself so that Veronica’s “fan blades” were aimed directly at him, enjoying the bizarre sensation of being cooled by his own mother turned into a humiliating object.

“Mom, you’re a lifesaver,” Liam quipped sarcastically, trying to ease his own evil with humour as he watched TV and savoured his chips, all while Veronica remained frozen and transformed beside him. Liam couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all.

Veronica remained committed to her role as the fan, her face emotionless and her voice robotic with mock excitement. Because of the exertion, beads of sweat began to form on her forehead and trickle down her face, evidence of the physical strain from the continuous arm rotations. Yet, she showed no signs of discomfort or stopping.

“This is unreal,” Liam muttered, shaking his head in disbelief as he munched on chips, relishing the forbidden snack his mom always warned him about. He glanced at Veronica, his mind racing with ideas sparked by the phone’s strange power. A sudden revelation came to his mind.

Was he only limited to objects?