Enjoy Yourself!

I watched Jennifer finish the sweeping, her long brown hair falling in a loose wave over one shoulder as she propped the broom in the corner by the coat rack. She wiped a stray strand from her forehead with the back of her hand, then turned toward the hallway that led to the washroom. My thumb hovered over the edge of my phone screen, the app still running in the background like a silent, pulsing secret. I needed another command, something that would leave no doubt the app worked, but not so bold it would make her snap back. The warning on the site had been clear: push too hard too soon, and she might reject the influence entirely, setting my progress back weeks.

My heart thudded in my chest as her hand curled around the bathroom doorknob. Then it hit me.

“Hey Jennifer, have fun in there!” I called from the couch, my voice coming out steadier than I felt. I leaned back, pretending to scroll through a social media feed, but my eyes stayed locked on her reflection in the TV screen.

The app’s setup had been deceptively simple. Keep it running in the background, choose a subject you could interact with regularly, pick a trigger phrase to signal a command, then build control slowly. I’d read the testimonials until my eyes burned—enemies becoming spouses, interns seducing their CEOs, ice-cold socialites abandoning their lives to move in with men they’d once mocked. It sounded like fantasy, but now, with Jennifer standing in the hallway, it felt like reality. She was everything I’d ever wanted: tall, curvy, with those green eyes that could cut through a lie like a knife. And the way she’d always looked at me like I was a nuisance? That just made the thought of bending her to my will all the more thrilling.

My trigger phrase had been easy. “Hey Jennifer” was something I said to her every day, casual enough that even Dustin would never suspect it was a signal. It was the perfect cover.

Jennifer’s head poked back out of the bathroom doorway, her brow furrowed in confusion. “Have fun?” she repeated, her glasses slipping down her nose. For a second, I thought I’d messed up—that the app’s range was too short, or that she’d see through the command. Then a small, genuine smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “Might as well. If I have to scrub the toilet, it’ll be better if I’m enjoying myself!”

She disappeared into the bathroom, and a moment later, I heard her start singing. It was a silly pop song from the radio, her voice clear and bright over the sound of the tap running. I stood up, my legs shaking slightly, and crept toward the bathroom door. Through the crack, I could see her standing at the sink, a sponge in her hand, swaying her hips as she wiped down the counter. She was smiling—actually smiling—while doing chores. Something I’d never seen her do in the six months I’d lived with them.

I pulled out my phone, staring at the app’s simple interface. A small green light blinked in the corner, indicating the connection was still strong. It was working. It was actually working. I leaned against the wall, my breath coming in short, excited gasps. Jennifer was mine to shape, to mold into the perfect woman. And with every command she obeyed, she’d only get easier to control.

I went back to the couch, my mind already racing with the next step. Maybe soon I could ask her to wear something a little less baggy. Or to bring me a beer without Dustin having to ask. Small things, at first. But soon, very soon, she’d be exactly what I wanted.