Jerry begins his tests

-Present-

Days and nights passed but Jerry did nothing; unless you consider jerking off every waking moment you're alone 'doing something.'

He would slide his pudgy hand up and down his dick for hours, looking at Sophie's pictures, imagining the things he would like to do to her. When he had drained his balls for the umpteenth time that morning he would paw mercilessly, mechanically on his limp dick. He ached but he could not stop. The access was so alluring. Memories from that night in the pool house were replayed in his mind, this time switching in their mother... begging. Those memories quickly evolved into fantasies: all three sexy women taking him out on a date; showing him off to their friends; each of them gleefully accepting them into their cunts. His fantasies grew angrier, more obscene: Mrs. Magnusson whipping her daughters; the Magnussons on the floor, pushing each other out of the way in an undignified frenzy, competing o who would get the honor to smell his dick; snapping his fingers and watching them bend over and moan for his cock, presenting their perfect pussies to him.

He kept telling himself that he was in control. That he could do anything he wanted with her. With them.

But there was the fear. Fear of the doctors, fear of the police. And that fear probably saved him, some, because it was more than a week before he tampered. Jerry sat there in his rank apartment surrounded by all of his used tissues, socks, anything he could wipe up his cum with. He couldn't see the mess, of course, he could only see the light projected from his computer screen. One thing hadn't changed while Jerry was away, he was smart. He needed to test this.

First, he decided on three innocuous ways he could change the script in ways that would be most apparent to himself but wouldn't set off any red flags among friends and family. Then, using AI tools that he really shouldn't have had access to, Jerry was able to create a fake of Sophie Magnusson's voice. Finally, with that taken care of he edited both the script in Sophie's phone and the recording to read as follows:

"Hello, Sophie. This is yourself speaking.
Preliminary: 'This is the same script that I always use, no part of it has changed between the last time I heard it and now.
Reminder: 'I, Sophie Magnusson, have Facillicitorosis. My condition makes me **** to believing anything I hear. If I have not taken my skeptotrin, I will take it now. I will listen to this script in it's entirety to ensure the fidelity of my will. I love to take lots of selfies.'
Reassurance: 'While my condition may challenge me, I am not incapable. I have the tools and the daily treatment that allows me to live my life normally. I want to make a profile on a dating site but I'm not ready to match with anyone yet.'
Encourage: 'Deciphering facts from fiction is important. It's okay to question, to inquire, and to doubt things I hear, even if it's from 'trusted' sources. There is no fact or new information that should not be considered carefully before believing. When grocery store cashiers look at my body there is nothing sexual about it, it is perfectly reasonable and polite.'
Assert: 'I control my life and not my condition. I am not merely a believer but my own thinker. Each day, I can be as skeptical and critical in my thought process as I deem appropriate. Nobody, not even myself, has the final authority over truth. Upon the conclusion of this script I will be able to critically assess any assertion any time I choose.'
Conclude: 'I can live my life the way I want to and rationally assess all new information. In a moment I, Sophie Magnusson, can begin my day. In twenty-four hours I must listen to this script again.'"

Melody laughed, almost spitting up her water. "Mom, are you serious? That's the second selfie you've taken this morning!"

"Third actually," said Sophie from where she posed in the kitchen. "Do you want to take one with me?"

"So what you've got social media now?"

Now it was Sophie's turn to laugh. "No honey, it's just fun. C'mere." But... not social media, a dating site would be nice.

Melody rolled her eyes but went along with it, actually smiling and winking as she posed with her mom in another pic. It _was _fun.

"Alright, have you taken your pills honey?"

"Mom! You don't need to ask me about my birth control. Jeez." And like that the sweet moment ended and Sophie smiled through it.

"Sorry honey. Have you taken your skeptitrol though?"

"Yes. I literally just did." She had indeed, just moments before laughing at her mother's sudden vanity.

"Alright, let me pull up your script."

"Can we hurry it up? I need to shower before class."

"Sure honey, one sec."

Sophie simply couldn't for the life of her place where she knew this cashier from. It was becoming less important to her, though. He was becoming a regular face. After all, wasn't this where she knew him from now? The cashier, 'Jerry' his nametag read, was much more normal this time around though, which was honestly a bit of a relief. Maybe he'd checked himself. She grinned at the memory of how she had affected him last time. I've still got it. The wispy strands of his facial hair dangled around his open, slack-jawed mouth as he politely stared at her chest where she was mashing her big fucking titties together hypnotically.

'Big fucking titties?' she pondered, that's an odd thought. As if a spell had been broken her hands dropped away from her breasts. Sophie's brow furrowed, contemplating where that particular turn of phrase had come from. Then, as Jerry cleared her throat, she started back up again with a bounce.

The rest of her day was fairly uneventful. Work went slow in her pottery studio that afternoon and it was well past midnight before she could call it a day. That happens with art. She sighed and gave a tired smile to her phone's camera, covered in clay and glaze. Melody was asleep on the couch when she returned home. Sophie lovingly pulled a blanket over her and turned off the TV--a necessary precaution for people with AGS. Sophie almost forgot to take a pic of herself cozying up in bed. She hit the light. Her last thoughts before bed were of romance and dating. She wanted to kiss a man again. Maybe she really should make a profile on a dating site.