Exposition and trust

"Even though you told me a little in the bathroom," I said between bites of (now reheated) lasagne, "you would probably give a better explanation while your head isn't filled with badonkas."

"Fair enough." Kate answered. "You've earned it. I normally make guys forget when they learn about it, but they all found out because they were peeping. You actually cared, which is a nice break. As a kid everything was normal, but through puberty I got way more stacked than I should have. Made me stick out like a sore thumb in my family, since my mum and sisters are kinda small."

"I tried to get surgery to make them smaller to get rid of some of the attention, but that's when I found out what they can do. They gave me the anesthetic, then I woke up hours later, still in the operating theater with everyone staring blankly at me. I snapped them out of it, then called off the operation. Since then I've had to be careful to hide it. Opted out of sports, always changed with the curtains closed, constantly wearing baggy tops, all that shit. People still manage to find out, though. The only thing I've used them for is making those people forget about it. The landlord for my last place managed to find out three separate times. I had to erase his memory each time. Moved away after the third."

"So what you're saying," I asked her, "is that you barely ever use them? Why not?"

"You're asking why I don't mess with people against their will?" Kate sounded a bit concerned.

"Do you know what it feels like? When you made me close my eyes it didn't feel like it was against my will. I wanted to do it. At the risk of sounding like an absolute shithead, there's an argument for that being on a similar level to convincing someone normally."

Kate looked thoughtful. "You have a point I guess. And yes, I've never been told to do anything other than wake up, so I guess I don't know how it feels."

The conversation died back down as we finished eating. "I'm heading to bed." Kate announced. "That was a long drive today with way too fucking many tractors doing 10k blocking the road."

"Second that. I need to crash as well. Chelsea should be here about 10 tomorrow."