Brainwash Jessica

John had always liked his sister, but that all changed. They started hanging out with different people which lead to them both avoiding each other. The few times he saw her at school she would make fun of him or call him names. Nothing to malicious, but enough that made him depressed.

She had become such a bitch and making fun of him for not having a date to prom gave John an idea. He pulled up the hypnosis database from the computer and pulled up a new file.

"Loving Sister," it said, "Makes any disrespectful sister more affectionate to her brother."

John checked the reviews and each one was better than the last. The earlier ones cited sisters being more likely to help with chores while others experienced their sister giving them back massages in the morning.

The download took a few minutes then John transferred it to the headset. As long as Jessica thought the device was untouched she should play it without noticing the change. He placed it exactly where he found it, making sure to return the computer to its original screen, and cover all traces of his presence. He backed out slowly and made his way to his bedroom.

A half hour later he heard the downstairs door open and his sister greeting their parents. "Good morning, Jessica. How was the run?" Asked their mom.

"Fine," she said, "are you both going out?"

"Yup," said Dad, "Gone for the weekend. My employer is sending me out of the country last minute. Your mother and I've decided to take advantage of the situation and go as a second honeymoon. You and John are old enough now that you both can be alone on your own for a weekend."

"No parties," interjected Mom. A wry smile clear in her tone. Then the door swung shut.

Jessica rushed up the stairs and walked passed John's door. "Hey twerp, still don't have a date? Ha!"

She was about John's height with long brown hair that she had in a pony tail. While jogging she wore bright green tank top and shorts, but typically she was a tomboy wearing mostly jeans and t-shirts. Her hair was always a mess and her glasses seemed a bit hipster-esque.

"No, I haven't," replied John, "Did the Ice Queen find a date?"

"Psh. I don't know about the Ice Queen, but I'm not going. Proms are for idiots and dweebs...like you."

She walked away laughing. Let's see whose laughing in an hour, thought John as he closed his bedroom door.

An hour later a soft knocking came from his door, "Who is it?" Asked John, sitting on the edge of his bed in anticipation. The door slowly opened and Jessica poked her head in.

"Hey, John," she said in a tone sweeter than before. "I'm sorry I was making fun of you earlier. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

"It's alright," said John, "I'm just a dumb loser who can't get a date."

Jessica opened and closed her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but thought better of it. After a moments pause, "You are not a loser, John. Maybe a bit shy, but not a loser."

"Thanks, Jess."

"Hey Mom and Dad aren't going to be around this weekend. Let me try to make up for how I've treated you recently."