Fight back the urge

Author's note: I'm trying to figure out what a scenario would look like where the narrator respects Maisie's wishes and still makes lots of interesting changes. It's probably not quite the intended direction of the setup, but I write what I like. Images were generated by me on local hardware using Flux.

Update 2026/01/21: With the release of Chapter 4, I'm naming the protagonist Simon. It felt unnatural to have so much dialogue without being able to drop a name.

"Maisie, listen to me." You can't quite get the hurt out of your voice over her not paying attention to you right after what you feel is an important confession on her part.

She puts her phone down and looks at you. "Hm?"

It's now or never, you guess. "Look, I think I have a confession of my own to make here. I..." you begin to stutter, not knowing exactly how to continue. "I guess I've always had a crush on you."

"You did?" Maisie seems genuinely surprised. "And you never acted on it?"

"...I guess it never seemed like a possibility", you stammer sheepishly. "But now..."

You immediately notice her apprehension, backing away from you and hooking her fingers into the parked car's door handle. "Wait, are you implying--"

"No, not like that! At least I don't want to do anything to you that you'd disagree with! But..." you stumble over your words. "Imagine what it could look like if we actually had a relationship - I could use this to help you! And, I mean, of course it would be nice..." you blush, imagining things that you can't exactly speak out loud right now.

She looks at you incredulously. "So what if I say no? Are you just gonna jerk me around anyway?" Behind her posturing, it's clear that there's anxiety in her voice.

"Believe me, I'm trying not to! But..." You have to think for a moment, considering whether you would actually have it in you to violate a person's free will like that. You're disturbed by the ideas that your brain comes up with so readily. You sigh dejectedly. "Honestly, I don't know what I would do. And I don't like that. I don't want to be like that."

"Like what?"

"Like... I could just do anything to you, right? Humiliate you? Make you love me? But all of that seems like... I'd be a huge asshole if I did that, right? And still... I don't know if I'd be strong enough to resist it. That scares me. I'm scaring me."

She looks at you and says nothing. Her phone, not knowing the gravity of the situation, interrupts the silence with a notification sound. The way the screen is turned, you can't help but notice that she just received a dick pic.

Maisie looks at the screen, then at your face, seeing that you saw, and sighs. "Well, I guess that's not the right time for that now." Not hiding the screen from your view, she quickly responds, sry mood just got killed here. talk later

She sighs and puts her phone away. "You're really serious about this, huh? Talking a big game to yourself about respecting me?" A short pause. "I guess I get what I deserve for telling you... Still, you could have done anything you wanted to me so far and you didn't - could have gone far worse for me I suppose." She pauses again, collecting her thoughts. "Don't get me wrong, I don't owe you anything. And to be honest, I'm not really interested in being anybody's girlfriend. But I'd be lying if I said that I've never thought about... being controlled." You realize that you've never seen Maisie blush like that, and your feelings just intensify further.

You **** yourself through your anxiety to ask her the salient question: "So, is that a yes then?"

"It's not a no. Tell you what, if this is going to have any hope of working out how you want it to, I'm gonna have to be able to trust you. We're going to my place, and we're staying in the living room. My mother knows what the curse does, if you want to 'practice' with me then we're doing it in front of her." She gives you a long look, and you imagine you can catch the slightest rise in the corners of her mouth, as if to say For now...

---

You can hardly control yourself as you pull into Maisie's driveway about twenty minutes later. You've been here a lot as a child, and driven here a lot since you got your licence (you hardly hang out together at home anymore), but this time it feels remarkably different. It feels like something is going to happen, and you have no idea what.

As you open the front door, you're greeted by Maisie's mother Mary (Mrs. Petersen to other kids, but she's always been Mary to you). "Hi... so she told you." She seems serious, but not as sombre as you think someone whose daughter just got her free will taken from her ought to.

"She did." You sigh. "Look, I'll be honest, it hasn't been easy to deal with. But I'll never forgive myself if I don't try to actually go the next step with Maisie."

"I suppose she had to tell someone at some point, and I'm just glad it was you, Simon", Mary says earnestly. "I can't imagine what would happen if the one to know would be somebody like that Brian guy."

"Mo-ooom, Brian was the one from last week! The one I told you about yesterday was Mark!"

"My point exactly, I can hardly tell them apart!" Mary shakes her head in disapproval. "If anyone gets to take advantage of my daughter like this, then I feel a lot better when it's someone I already know than some two-bit jock. I just ask that you keep your interactions where I can see them while you're still... figuring things out." Her look darkens, and you guess she's recalling bad experiences of her own. You'd better not bring this up right now.

As you get settled in on the living room couch, Mary continues: "First, I'd like to know what you've already done with the curse."

You didn't expect a question like that. "Well, you see, at first she--"

"Don't tell me yourself, tell her to tell me!" Mary interrupts you. "That way, I know it's the truth."

"Sure! Er..." You think about how to word it for a moment. "Maisie, tell Mary about every command I've given you so far."

Maisie, who had taken to lolling on the couch and looking at her phone screen, suddenly sits up straight and looks at her mother. "When I first told Simon and he wanted proof, I suggested changing my hair colour, so he made me have pink hair. Then I asked to change it back, so he did. And then, when he wanted to have that serious talk with me, he told me to listen. And right now he told me to tell you this right now. That's all."

Her mother clearly tries and fails to hide an impressed expression. "That's all? Girl, you don't know what you have in Simon. When Carly--" She shudders for a moment. You recall Carly being Maisie's aunt, so there has to be some history there. "No matter. I think the both of you would do each other a huge favour if you just tried things out for a bit. See what you can do, and have a safe signal so you can undo things if Maisie gets uncomfortable. You're both adults now, and you should both practice responsibility. Just... remember I'm right here, okay?"

Both of you are blushing immensely right now, but Maisie recovers first. "Got it, mom. So uhh... we're really doing this, huh? So about a stop signal - how about I just say Stop?"

You recognize a problem with that approach. "How about if you can't talk?"

She gulps, just now realizing the possibility. "I'll just shake my head really hard. And... please don't put me in a situation where I can't do that either, okay?"

You give her a thumbs up. "Totally fine. To be honest, even after I learned about your... curse thing, I didn't think we'd make it this far. Mary and you have both been amazing about this."

"Thanks. So, wanna tell me to do something?" She's lying comfortably on the couch, phone still in hand. You suppose that's a good point to start.

"Maisie, put your phone away and don't touch it until we're done." You have to say, just telling her to do something feels unfamiliar, but strangely right. You could definitely get used to this.

She leans over to put it on the coffee table, then goes back to her reclined position, looking at you.

"How does that feel? Is it uncomfortable, like doing something you don't want to?" You're genuinely curious.

"It's not like that, it's more like... I'm doing it because that's just the thing I'm doing, you know? It's not like I don't want to do it, it just happens."

You decide to test that a bit further. "Maisie, for the next few minutes, you should just want to stay on the couch because it's comfy." You pause for a moment. "Now, stand up and stretch for a bit."

She stretches while remaining firmly seated, unintentionally giving you a good view of her athletic physique. "Do I really have to? It's so nice here."

"I think you just answered your own question. Looks like the second part didn't quite take as a command. Now Maisie, stand up and stretch."

This time, she immediately stands up, but her face shows her discomfort. "Man, this sucks. I'd much rather be sitting down right now."

"Interesting. Now Maisie, tell me how it would feel if I hadn't made you want to sit down."

A brief look of confusion shows on her face, then she answers: "Honestly, it wouldn't be that big of a deal. Standing up and stretching feels good normally. But right now, I'd like nothing more than to be able to stop this and sit down again."

That confirms your suspicion. "Maisie, stop wanting what I told you."

She doesn't stop standing up and stretching, but her face shows visible relief. "Oh, that's much better, thanks."

"So when I made you want to stay on the couch, did it feel like I did something against your will? Because that desire clearly didn't come from yourself."

She contemplates for a moment. "No, I don't think so. It just felt normal to want to stay on the comfy couch. But... clearly I had to stand up and stretch anyway." She gives you a look. "Should I be concerned?"

You are, in fact, a bit concerned. "I don't know, it just feels a bit manipulative to just make you want things. You're just okay with that?"

She shrugs. "I've felt worse in my life. As long as I can do what feels natural, I think I'm gonna be okay."

You can't believe what she just handed to you. "If you're sure... remember you're okay with this." Taking a quick look at her mother, who is still watching the developing scene with interest but gives you a quick nod, you continue. "Maisie, you don't want to sleep around with lots of different guys anymore. It doesn't give you the satisfaction it used to, in fact it seems a bit boring. Also Maisie, you don't have to keep standing up and stretching anymore."

Sitting back down, she gives you a quizzical look. "You're right, that is weird. I really don't know what I saw in Brian or Mark, or any of the others. Sure it felt good to spend the nights together, but it wasn't exactly... fulfilling."

You take another look at her mother on the armchair opposite you. If she's disturbed by this radical realignment of Maisie's viewpoint, she doesn't show it. "So uh, Mary - doesn't it bother you at all what I did to your daughter just now? That was a complete 180 on her entire love life!"

Mary gives you a warm smile. "Oh believe me, if I could have done that, I would have! All of this going out with different meatheads clearly wasn't good for her. In fact, I believe I know a man who's good for her when I see one, and there's one right in front of me!"

"MOOOOOM!" Maisie retreats backwards into the couch and covers her face with a throw pillow. "I agree that my lifestyle in the past few months wasn't the best, but that doesn't mean you have to embarrass me like that!" Interestingly, there's no mention of you overriding her desires - she just seems to take that change as it comes.

In fact, you decide to dig a little deeper into that: "I just made a major change to what you want. Do you want me to change that back? You know, go back to the real you again." You don't have any real desire to do so, but your conscience is still bothering you a bit.

Luckily, Maisie seems hellbent on easing that guilty conscience: "No can do, that's out of the question! How I am now is the real me, and you're not going to change me back to running around with a different boy each week!"

That now just leaves the elephant in the room. A question that you would never have dared ask before today, but with the insane way everything is going, why the hell not? "So... does that mean you want to go out with me?"

She gives you a long, meaningful look. "Well... I wouldn't exactly say I'm that far along yet, but... let's say I wouldn't not go out with you." She smirks. "Show me why you're worth it. Make me feel like you deserve to be my boyfriend." She looks at her mother again, who is still smiling at you. "Just uh, maybe not right here in front of Mom."

---

It's been at least six years since you've last been in Maisie's room, and a lot has changed in there. For starters, everything feels a lot smaller than it did back when you were kids, and a lot of furniture has come and gone since then. Fortunately, the bed is big enough for two people... but you're not that far yet. Maisie sits down in her comfy desk chair facing you, and you lean against the wardrobe opposite her.

"You know, Mom first told me about the curse when I was fourteen years old, and from her stories I kinda expected it to be... I don't know, a lot worse than it actually feels now? Sure, it feels a little bit scary when I think about you making me do something, but then in the moment? Like when you told me to put my phone away? I just did it, and it just felt normal. Like anything I would have done. So don't be afraid when you're telling me to do things, it's probably gonna feel fine from my side." The encouragements spill out of Maisie like a waterfall, like she has to psych herself up before doing something scary. It definitely seems like something scary she actually wants to do, though - and it's not even like you had to intervene to get her to want it!

You decide to ease her into it: "So, up until now I gave you some commands that I wanted to do. Is there something specific that you want?"

"Oh, definitely some changes to my body! There's a reason I suggested changing my hair colour, I never liked how dull it looked. Let's pep things up, just you know, maybe not exactly pink..."

"Do you want to stay with a natural colour, or do you want something really bright and exotic looking?"

She contemplates for a moment, then another moment, and then a bit longer, and finally says: "You know what, let's make it bright blue! We can do anything we want, no reason to stay with what nature decided for us!"

You can't help but grin. "Alright, coming right up! Maisie, you're gonna shake your head in front of the mirror, and when you do, your hair will extend into a gorgeous blue mane." Then, almost in a whisper, you add, "And Maisie - it's going to feel amazing"

She excitedly runs in front of her vanity mirror, and as she starts to shake her head, you feel as if time slowed down to let you watch her gorgeous locks cascade down, lengthening and changing colour at the same time. When it's finally done, a large part of it comes to rest covering half of her face.

Maisie runs her hands through her long silky mane, ecstasy written on her face with every stroke. "If this is what it feels like to be transformed by the curse, then we have to do more of it", she gets out between gasps. "Can we do more?"

You have a hard time saying No to her in your current state. "What do you want to do next?"

"If it feels like the hair thing you just did, I don't care. Whatever you want. I trust you."

You can't see a reason to deny her those feelings. "Maisie, every transformation is going to feel like that." Then you have to think a bit about actual changes. "Maisie, whenever you wear any clothing that doesn't fit you perfectly, your body is going to change until it does."

It's hard to make out any changes under her loose-fitting hoodie, but from the way she is squirming, you assume that your command did something. "Can you step away from the wardrobe? You're kinda blocking it."

Oh right, the thing you're leaning against has all of her clothes in it. You take a step back and slide the panel out of the way. Maisie seems to know what she's looking for, immediately diving in the back for a sleeveless red dress. "I got this for my eighteenth birthday from my then-boyfriend. He just saw a hot dress at the store and didn't have a clue what would fit me. It was hilarious around my boobs", she smirks. "That shouldn't be a problem any longer. Can you turn around for a second?"

"Uh... Maisie, you don't need me to turn around." You can only stare as she pulls the hoodie over her head free of shame, revealing a functional black bra. You don't really have any experience with bra sizes, but it might be a B or a C cup. As she slips into the dress, she audibly gasps again as her torso lengthens, her hips widen and her waist thins. Only around her chest area does the dress still hang a bit loosely, letting you glimpse the bra beneath it. One deep breath later, she reaches behind the open back of her dress to release her bra and remedy this fashion faux-pas. Her boobs immediately respond by expanding to tighten up the loose dress, creating amazing cleavage in the process.

Before you have the opportunity to commit the vision before you to memory, Maisie has already advanced towards you, pushing you onto her bed. She's on top of you now, her hands pulling your face against hers, her boobs pressing softly into your chest, her crotch rubbing against your erection through your clothes. Your body feels like it's on fire, and Maisie on top of you clearly doesn't feel any different. She maneuvers you on the bed so that you come to lie on top, then starts to slowly and methodically remove your shirt. Your naked torso surely isn't the sexiest, but the way her hands roam all around it, you could be forgiven for thinking you're a male fitness model. It doesn't take long until Maisie is on top of you again, her hands roaming down toward your pants. Your jeans button is no match for the blue-haired girl's enthusiasm, and your boxers follow suit just a moment later. Her face is hovering over your crotch now, poised to strike but not yet committing.

"You know what I always wanted to try, but never could?" Her voice is almost a whisper.

You can't think straight right now since all the blood from your brain is currently needed elsewhere, so you shake your head.

"To use these", she shimmies her newly enhanced boobs out of her dress, "to fuck somebody."

To your chagrin, the sweat that has built up between them does not actually make for a good lubricant, and the sensation on your dick is more burning than pleasurable. Maisie recognizes the pain in your grunts and stops her ministrations. "You could make them slippery for me", she suggests.

After some moments to catch your breath and sort your thoughts, you reply, "Maisie, when you're horny, your cleavage is always going to be as slippery as your pussy. Also when you're rubbing something between your boobs, you will feel it in your pussy as well."

You don't have to tell Maisie twice as she hefts her breasts and plunges them around your shaft, the new lubrication soothing your irritated member. As she accelerates, the pain vanishes and is replaced by pure pleasure, which is amplified by her moaning from the phantom feelings in her vagina.

You're nearing climax all too quickly, and in the heat of the moment, your selfishness asserts itself: "Maisie, catch it in your mouth!"

Quickly and obediently, she covers your small head with her mouth, the added stimulation from her tongue sending you over the edge. She catches everything and makes a face. "Eugh. I mean, I get that it's hot, but I can't stand the taste." She furrows her brow and looks at you expectantly.

"You want me to 'help' you with that?" She nods enthusiastically. "Sure... Maisie, my cum tastes like... whatever you want, I don't know."

Her face cycles through multiple expressions of pleasure and enjoyment. "I can switch the flavours around!", she gushes excitedly. "Vanilla! Chocolate! Strawberry! It's like having a whole buffet in here!" She swallows, then pauses. "Although, I have to say..." Another pause. "I didn't cum yet..." She makes puppy dog eyes at you.

You can't help but smile at the display. "You know what? Maisie, your pussy juice tastes like whatever I want." You turn around and place your head above her crotch, which exudes a pleasant floral aroma. You don't really know what to do, but at this point you guess nothing can really go wrong. If you mess up, you can just fix it with another command. Also it seems that you're currently not messing it up that badly with your licking - Maisie is lying on her back and squeaking and giggling happily. It takes a while, but after some time you have a feeling that you know where her sensitive spots are, and how you have to attend to them to make her squeak louder.

When you feel like she's just on the edge, you interrupt your ministrations with a simple "Maisie, cum!", making her screech like a groupie in the first row of a pop concert.

Her first question after she calms down is, "You know you could have just commanded that in the first place instead of doing that whole licking thing?"

"What, didn't you like the licking?"

"No, I just wonder why you did it."

"I don't know, felt appropriate."

She grins at you. "You're a dork, and I love you."

You're both lying on your backs on her bed, and life couldn't be better.