His wife's body got her into this mess, let's use it to get her out

"What a prude! I can't believe he spoke to you that way. That is so unprofessional of him," Jason says, actually angry. What an insufferable prick. To say that about Willow, about Jason's wife. He puts down his fork, losing his appetite.

"It wasn't that bad," Willow says. She reaches over and puts a hand on his. "Really, it's no big deal. I got carried away this morning, no matter how good it looked on me." She sighs and glances over at Dina before saying, "maybe it'll just have to be a nighttime outfit for us."

"Gross," Dina says, as if reminding them that she's there.

Undeterred Jason says, "No, it's not. It's not fair. I'm going to have a conversation with him."

"Jason, please don't do that," Willow says. "He's a bully. You know what bullies do when you tattle on them."

"Really I can make it better. Babe, would you please give me his number?" His wife does, grudgingly. He almost feels guilty forcing her to take action like this against her will, but it'll all work out for the better. "I'm going to take this outside."

Jason exits into the back yard, realizing how much he needs to mow this weekend. It had been too long, and it used to be Steven's chore. He plans out what he's going to say very carefully. Since written, or typed, questions didn't work, he considers whether it will over the phone. However he knows that there won't be any problems because he doesn't actually need to ask anyone, he just needs to ask the question out loud. He dials.

"Hello, Walsh residence, Caitlyn speaking" says a female voice after a few rings. Right, Caitlyn was her name! Jason really did like her on the occasions that he had met her. This was the first time he considered her sexually, however, since she was far from pretty. Power gave him a new perspective, though. He wonders how much he can change about her appearance before getting his thoughts back on track.

"Hi Caitlyn, this is Jason Tyler, husband of Willow Tyler. Would you please put your husband on?"

"Just a minute." The phone clicks, probably meaning she put it down.

"Jason, this is an internal school matter, it's not appropriate for you too..." comes Mr. Walsh's voice before Jason cuts him off.

"Will you let me speak my piece and do what I say for the duration of this conversation?" Jason asks.

"Fine. Of course. Sorry, I got ahead of myself."

"Alright then. Now first of all, this is about you reprimanding Willow for wearing revealing clothes is absolutely unacceptable." Jason starts to pace the yard, feeling the grass with his bare feet. "Honestly when she told me what you did I was absolutely pissed off. How could you not appreciate what a gift her body is? How could you not recognize that her outfit was not only appropriate, but a beautiful step up? Tell me, didn't you think that she was... er... tell me your honest opinion about how she looked today." Jason is very careful not to ask in a way that activates his power.

"Well, I thought she was probably the most attractive I've ever seen her. However your wife is not my type." Mr. Walsh says this carefully and professionally.

"Wow, that's... not what I expected. Okay, I thought you were just being professional, but that's not it. If she was your type, you'd have let her get away with it, wouldn't you? And do you know what, I think she actually is your type. I think you weren't telling me the truth to save my feelings. But really you have been incredibly attracted to her from day one, and today's reprimand was because she tempted you too much. If she dresses sexy like that again, you know it's going to begin corrupting you, slowly, and you'll start trying to seduce her and dominate her and turn her into your little slutty submissive ****." Jason grins.

"What, no!" Mr. Walsh shouts, horrified. "Please Mr. Tyler, I was telling the..."

"Am I right?"

"...fine. You got me. That's been my fantasy for a long while now, and I've been fighting it. I have no idea how you found out about my little secret. But surely now you understand why I can't let her dress like that, can't you? And you can't tell my wife, please. Please just don't tell her." The little man's voice was practically pleading by the end of it

"Of course I won't. Now, won't you remember this conversation as if you took charge of it, told me off, and told me that you are the one in charge of your employees, and you have every right to tell Willow how to dress? And won't you encourage her to dress sluttier and sluttier from now on?"

"Of course I will. That's exactly what happened," Mr. Walsh says, incredulous. This memory changing thing sure is convenient.

"Great, now will you please give my phone to your wife and then after she hangs up, won't both of you remember it as though you were the one that hung up on me to demonstrate your dominance?" These commands were getting complicated.

There was no confirmation from the man until all of a sudden Caitlyn's voice came through again. "Is everything okay?" she asked.

"Yes, certainly. Now are you extremely aroused by the idea of your husband becoming sexually dominant and seducing other women? Does the idea of him taking that sexual power turn you on more than anything else so that you'll encourage him to do it whenever he tells you about a woman acting slutty around him?" Without waiting for a reply, Jason hangs up.