Commands

As John came in Khloe's mouth, he hit input and began to order the sisters around.

"Firstly, those who aren't naked, strip naked."

Kim, Khloe, and Kylie stripped naked.

"Good girls. Kourtney, step forward."

Kourtney, the blank look still on her face, stepped towards John.

"On a scale of one to ten, one being you hated it, ten being you loved it, how did you like being my daughter?"

"Eleven," Kourtney droned. "**** was a secret fetish of mine...my sisters...so hot."

"That's kinda kinky," John said. "All right. When I wake you, you'll be my daughter again. And since **** is a fetish of yours, you'll have no problem with being naked in front of me."

He hit play on Kourtney. She blinked twice and smiled at him. Her eyes looked significantly younger and more energetic.

"Heya Daddy!" she said with a giggle and wave.

Suddenly, a strange wave washed over John, and he saw that new pictures had been added to the house. One of him in a hospital holding a baby, another of him with Kourtney as she blew out candles on a cake.

It seemed the remote had to change reality itself to accommodate Kourtney now being his daughter. Interestingly, when John googled the Kardashians, Kourtney was still listed as a sister, so...

"Do you know Kourtney Kardashian?" he asked Kourtney.

Kourtney nodded. "Of course! Isn't she who I was named after?"

"So you aren't Kourtney Kardashian herself?"

"Daddy, you're so weird," Kourtney giggled. "No, you just named me after her. But I'm your daughter, Kourtney Doe! I just celebrated my 18th birthday yesterday, remember?"

So Kourtney Kardashian was still around by the world's standards. This Kourtney had somehow been made a seperate person by the remote. She didn't look any younger, but maybe that was also part of the remote's abilities.

"Oh right," John said. "Hey, turn around."

Kourtney turned and gasped.

"The Kardashians? OMG! Daddy, you know I'm obsessed with them, how did you get them out of retirement?"

"Heh, it was easy," John said. He had to admit, there was something unusual, but hot seeing Kourtney act like a starstruck teen. "And they are under my control, so I can give them any order I want."

"I wanna play with one," Kourtney said with a pout. "And I mean 'play'."

"Well, pick one."

Kourtney settled on Kylie, so John hit input.

"Kylie, follow all of Kourtney's orders as if they were mine. Oh, and call her Mistress."

"Let's go to the bedroom!" Kourtney said.

"Yes Mistress."

Kourtney took Kylie by the hand and marched upstairs. John figured he would let her have her fun. Khloe, Kim, and Kendall were more than enough for him.