Encourage her romantic side... with some adjustments.

You start to say something, but a quick glance into Pearl’s eyes stops you. You examine your best friend-turned-lover for a moment, thinking about how quickly your relationship has changed. Until yesterday, you hadn’t even thought of Pearl sexually, and as you look down to her bare thighs, you know from now on you’ll struggle not to.

Maybe… maybe the same way that part of your relationship became so different so fast, romance can quickly blossom as well. That already seems to be the case for Pearl, even when you don’t fit the bill as her dream guy. But, with some slight alterations to her psyche, you could make yourself her dream guy. Or rather, make her dream guy into you.

You haven’t been the most romantic person in the past, but hey, maybe now’s the time to start. And perhaps falling in love with a friend, and that friend falling in love with you, is an ideal situation. If you and Pearl can be friends and care about each other platonically, isn’t that some indication that a romantic relationship between the two of you could be successful? Even good for the both of you?

But… as nice an idea as that is, with your new power you can have any woman you want. And you know the temptation will be too strong to resist. You going around fucking any woman you want whenever you want doesn’t exactly fit into Pearl’s traditional ideal, does it? But you can make it fit, and even if you decide to back out of the romantic side of the relationship eventually, Pearl having a deep-seated devotion to you could still be a pretty big benefit, both for keeping her loyal to you and for keeping her satisfied with her situation and fulfilled in life.

Before you, the sleeping face of Pearl shifts to a beaming smile, her clothes turned white, her hands shaking in yours as she awaits her moment to say, “I do.” You take a deep breath, then slowly exhale.

“Okay, Pearl. I claim your hopes, your dreams, your expectations… and your trust.”

Pearl’s face takes on a look of discomfort. She groggily shakes her head, but it’s no use.

“Just trust me on this, Pearl. It’s all for a good cause.”

That’s what you’re trying to tell yourself, anyway.

Pearl’s expression relaxes and she softly nods.

“So, Pearl, there are some… problems with your dreams that need correcting.”

“Prob…?”

“Yes, but don’t worry. Just listen to what I say and we’ll get them sorted out. I want you to again describe to me the art class and the shy boy, and I’ll tell you what needs changing.”

Pearl nods again, though somewhat apprehensively.

“I’m… I’m in an art class-”

“Actually,” you interject, “you’re in your room.”

“My… my room?”

“Yes, and who is there with you?”

“The… the tall, quiet boy, who shot me glances-”

“Except it isn’t the tall, quiet boy, but a longtime friend. Someone’s who’s had your back for years.”

“Friend?”

“He’s come up to your room, and he’s telling you things about yourself and giving you new ideas, and you’re suddenly seeing him in a new light. Who is this boy?”

Pearl stays quiet for a moment, her head lightly swiveling as she seems to search for the answer.

“…friend? New light?”

Suddenly, her pursed lips soften to a smile.

“Chase.”

Okay, making progress.

“That’s right, Chase, and this new light you’re seeing him in. You’ve never thought about him romantically or sexually before, but tonight he leads you into a fantastic new experience, and he teaches you new things about yourself.”

“New… experience…”

“That’s right, and the two of you spend your first time together. You fall asleep in each other's arms, and you realize that, for all these years, the perfect guy for you was right in front of you.”

A part of you cringes at how stereotypically rom-commy what you just said is, but then, Pearl's original dreams were surprisingly cliché too.

“The perfect guy… right in front of me,” Pearl echoes, smiling again. “And… he loves me?”

You take a deep breath.

“Yes, Pearl, he loves you, and you love him. You feel safe and fulfilled sleeping in his arms. You’re his girl.”

“Safe and fulfilled… His girl.”

Pearl’s smile widens. Good, she’s receptive to this. Now for a bigger change.

“But now I want you to envision a different dream. Somewhere in the near future, where you’re together with Chase.”

Pearl thinks for a moment. You wait, calmly, as she digs.

Finally, she begins, “Chase and I are walking… through a park. I’m holding him by the arm, taking in the beautiful day. People we pass keep shooting me glances because they just can’t get over that all I’m wearing besides tennis shoes and a black baseball cap are a cropped T-shirt that doesn’t even reach the bottom of my tits and a little black thong. But I feel happy and safe, ‘cause I’ve got my boy beside me. And if they don’t like what I’m wearing, that’s their problem. I turn to gaze into Chase’s eyes and tell him I love him, and he gazes right back and says the same to me. And he squeezes my butt for good measure.”

She sighs, wistfully. Time to interject something.

“But, someone else is there with you. Another girl.”

Pearl's smile weakens as she cocks an eyebrow.

“Another... girl?”

"That’s right. She’s holding Chase by his other arm."

Pearl's smile dissipates and her expression darkens. Yikes. Pearl's jealousy runs deep. Er... is jealousy the right word if it's justified? Uh, anyway.

“But it doesn’t bother you that you aren’t Chase’s only girl. In fact, as long as it makes him happy, it makes you happy.”

You pause, watching Pearl’s face scrunch up as she attempts to accommodate this new way of thinking. After several seconds, her face relaxes.

“As… as long as it makes him happy.”

You let out a sigh of relief before continuing.

“Just because Chase is the only guy for you…”

You know what you’re saying is incredibly selfish, but you repress the gnashing of guilt’s maw in your gut and keep going.

“…that doesn’t mean you’re the only girl for Chase.”

Pearl slowly nods, her face easing further.

“Just because Chase is the only guy for me, that doesn’t mean I’m the only girl for him.”

“That’s right. In fact, Chase’s insatiability is cool. It’s something you love and admire about him.”

“I…” Pearl starts to grin again as her way of thinking is altered. “I love and admire Chase’s insatiability.”

“To the extent that you actually like seeing him with other girls. You like sharing him.”

Pearl bites her lip, blushing.

“I like sharing him. I mean, if he can hold down multiple hotties at once, that just means he’s an even better catch.”

You smile.

“And if Chase checks out other girls as you walk together? If he asks someone else out right in front of you?”

Almost immediately, Pearl replies, “Fine with me. The more the merrier. If he can draw them in, why shouldn’t he have his fun? As long as he doesn’t forget about me, I’m happy to let him hump away… especially if I get to be there for it.”

The thought of Pearl watching lustfully as you plow a different girl, or taking part in an orgy with you and several other girls causes your pants to tighten, but you retain your focus and move on.

"Okay, Pearl. Now we’re gonna jump ahead again, back to the chapel. What do you see?"

Pearl takes on a wide smile as she sways from side to side.

"I'm standing in the cathedral, with the love of my life standing across from me... and it's Chase. It took me so long to realize that my best friend was also Mr. Right, but in this moment I'm so fucking glad that I figured it out. He's in a tux, and I'm in an elegant, white, wedding dress. We can't take our eyes off each other; I don't know which one of us is more head-over-heels. I'm grinning ear-to-ear and so giddy I can hardly stand still. Mom and Macy are there, smiling and happy... maybe crying a bit when I say 'I do.' I know Chase and I are going to spend the rest of our lives together, and that I'm never going to forget this moment."

Huh. Still pretty traditional. Must be really ingrained. Well, start with the basics, you guess.

"Is an elegant wedding gown really your style? Wouldn't you want something that shows a little more skin?"

"I..." Pearl's gears turn for a moment, then she responds, "Yeah, I would, actually. Wedding dresses are lame and played out. Too conservative. Instead, I'm wearing more of a bridal lingerie."

Pearl's grin turns somewhat mischievous.

"A g-string, a garter belt, fishnet thigh-highs, a choker, and a veil, all lacy and white. White heels and long, satin gloves complete the outfit. My tits and ass are just out in the open for everyone to see, Chase especially. He really can't take his eyes off me now. People think I'm crazy for showing up to my wedding practically naked, but I don't care. Anybody with a problem can fuck off and go to somebody else's wedding. I'm happy and my boy is happy, and that's all I care about. All we need is each other."

Pearl's description has you hearing wedding bells yourself, but there are more changes to be made.

"But... isn't Chase insatiable? He's not really a one woman kind of guy, is he?"

Pearl looks confused for a moment, but then her eyebrows raise and her cheeks redden.

"That's... right. Chase isn’t a one woman man. It'd be selfish of me to keep him to myself... which is why I'm not the only girl standing in front of him.”

You raise an eyebrow. Holy shit.

Pearl continues, “There’s girls to my right and left, and we’re all marrying Chase. They’re all wearing white, too; maybe they’re in dresses, maybe they’re flaunting their bodies like me; that’s for them to decide. But we’re all crazy for Chase, and he’s crazy for us. We love each other, too, so we’re all excited to start our new life together. And who knows, maybe after the ceremony I'll even introduce Chase to a few of my cousins.”

You salivate at the thought of all this, from the multiple wives to Pearl being your fucking wing-woman immediately after marrying you. Your ears perk up at “love each other.” Is… is Pearl implying bisexuality, or more of a sisterly bond? Well, that can always be explored later. Also, if this ever actually happens in reality, you're gonna have one hell of a honeymoon to look forward to.

“And what do your Mom and Macy think of all this?” you ask, mostly just to see what she’ll say.

Pearl winces slightly, looking a bit awkward.

“Umm… well, Mom…”

Pearl sighs.

“She probably didn’t expect her little girl to be showing so much T&A at her wedding… or that the groom would be a polygamist.”

She gives a nervous smirk.

“But… at the very least, she respects my decisions and tries to be happy for me. I’m sure she’ll come around eventually. As for Macy… she’s probably weirded out, too, but also probably thinks the whole thing’s hilarious. Her little sister went from a standoffish weirdo to, well, a very different kind of weirdo.”

Hm. It’s obvious that her relationship with her family is important to her. You hope your future together doesn’t cause any strife there. You could always make her not care as much about that…

Wait. No. That’s fucked up. You aren’t going to destroy her relationship with her mother just for your sake. Besides, you like Pearl’s Mom. She’s always been nice to you. Macy, too. So that’s a no-go, but you could definitely use your claiming powers to make some changes to Pearl’s Mom, and maybe Macy also, so that they’re more accepting of Pearl’s, uh, alternative lifestyle. You're sure you could find some other changes to make, too. You picture Macy in her old cheerleading uniform. Yeah, that’s not a bad idea.

But anyways, you’ve probably altered Pearl enough for now. She should be more accepting of any sexual interactions with other girls from now on. Probably more than accepting, actually.

Er, you may have to make one more small change to make sure things go smoothly when you wake her up.

"Okay, Pearl, before I wake you up, I have to claim one last thing: your memory. Now, I want you to forget any mentions I made of claiming things starting a couple minutes before I claimed your consciousness."

You pause. Pearl's face momentarily scrunches up, then relaxes.

"And now, as soon as you wake up, I relinquish your consciousness, your hopes, dreams, expectations, and trust. Oh, and your memory… uh, excepting the specific parts of your memory I claimed before tonight. Now, wake up."