Like a true scientist, Haruka runs some tests.

“Ah, yes of course. Sorry for worrying you. I’m just feeling a bit light-headed.” I say to comfort my friend. Composure returned, I quickly find my center so I can try to work this out rationally. “Yomi, did you use one of my medicines in your cooking again?” I’ll never forget the night when the five of us had grown dicks for a few hours because Yomi mistakenly thought my homemade medicine cabinet was full of spices.

“No, I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.” She said confidently. I wasn’t so sure about that, but I believed her. At the very least I would have tasted it, especially if it was the suggestion drug I’ve been trying to perfect for years.

What appears to have just happened was that I altered reality by saying something. I wasn’t going crazy, I know that it isn’t normal for Hikage to flash everyone after a meal. She was strange, but she wasn’t quite that strange. Yet somehow, when I jokingly wished for it, it happened. Did I happen upon a power that could grant my wishes?

“I wish I had a plate of filet mignon.” I said, admittedly letting my stomach and taste buds do most of the talking.

“Me too…” Homura grumbled.

“Do you even know what filet mignon is?” Mirai asked in a sassy tone.

“I know it’s meat!” Homura snapped at her.

With a look downward I spotted no such delightful treat. So it wasn’t some wish-granting power. Perhaps a power of suggestion?

“Mirai, would you kindly sing ‘I’m a little teapot’?”

“No thanks.” Her reply was polite and quick, but not at all what you were expecting. Asking her to do something that was so childish would have normally made her much more upset, but she reacted to the question like nothing was wrong. Interestingly, nobody else had reacted to what I said either. More importantly, my suggestion didn’t work, so that wasn’t the main component here.

I think very carefully about what actually happened. My exact words were “I wish it were normal for Hikage to flash her breasts to everyone at the table after each meal.” And saying this definitely altered reality somehow. Perhaps there was some trigger word? I’d already ruled out saying “I wish”. This was quite the conundrum, it had me stumped. I began idly fidgeting with my new earrings. They were so strange, why were they in the shape of an “N” of all things?

Wait. No way. N for normal? I used that word in the sentence that altered reality. When Hikage flashed her breasts, everyone reacted like it was normal. So did Mirai when I suggested she do something completely outrageous. If I was right, the word “normal” was the trigger. I had to confirm though.

“All right, back to working out.” Homura said as she got up from the table and made her way back to her corner of the cave.

“You’re just gonna be hungry again in an hour if you do.” Hikage pointed out.

“I’m not going to let a little bit of hunger stop me! Asuka isn’t going to stop her training because I’m hungry!” This seemed like a pretty good opportunity.

“It’s normal for Homura to work out topless.” I was half expecting this one not to work either, but to my amazement Homura swiftly whipped off her t-shirt and undid the sarashi around her chest, letting her breasts out for everyone to see. Once again, no reactions from anybody. It seemed that shop-keeper hadn’t been lying to little Mirai after all, these earrings really could make my dreams come true.

Homura began her workout in earnest, and watching her do so was quite an erotic display given her current state of toplessness. I could watch her do this all night, in all honesty, but I had some more experiments to run. Mirai didn’t react to my outrageous request, and nobody else reacted when I blurted my last phrase out of nowhere. It seemed another effect of the earrings was to give me a passive effect that protected me from reactions… possibly.

Experimentally I reached out and grabbed one of Yomi’s breasts, giving the wonderfully soft flesh an eager squeeze. Yomi gasped and a light blush formed on her cheeks, but she didn’t react. Well, that’s not true, the gasp and the blush was certainly a reaction, but she didn’t react negatively. Or perhaps more accurately, she reacted as though what I did wasn’t out of the ordinary, or at least not noteworthy.

For the sake of having a control case, I reached down on the other side of me and grabbed Mirai’s butt. I loved her butt, but she hated it when people touched it, even me. She blushed, but once again there was no negative reaction. I happily gave her firm little butt a squeeze. There was something very satisfying about being able to do this without any repercussions. I normally couldn’t even do this in her sleep because she is a notoriously light sleeper.

I excused myself from the table and walked over to my desk, sitting down and pulling out a notepad to write some things down as I thought. So to recap, my earrings gave me two very distinctive powers so far. Firstly, when I use the word “normal” in a sentence, I can alter what people around me deem as ordinary or socially acceptable. Second, I have a passive protective aura of sorts that makes everything I do seem ordinary or socially acceptable. I assume these powers were granted by my earrings, as I certainly did not have these powers before I put them on. I could remember at least three times today I had used the word “normal” without reality changing on me.

With some brief experimentation, I determined that while I was required to wear the earrings in order to change “normalities”, I wasn’t required to wear them for the effect to continue. Homura didn't make any confused effort to cover herself once the earrings were off. The changes appeared to be permanent until I chose to undo them with the earrings. I also isolated each of the two effects to one of the two earrings. I decided to scratch off a bit of the gold paint on the earring that could actively alter normality so I would remember which was which. I was writing all of this down to help me remember, and so I could review the effects later if I needed to.

Once I had finished taking all the notes I felt like I needed to, I dropped the notepad into one of my desk drawers. I was suddenly wishing I had a lock installed on one of them, if someone found those it could be bad. Then again, I had something much better than a lock.

“It would be normal for anyone who looked at that notepad to immediately disregard it as worthless and unnoteworthy.” There, now I didn’t even need to lock it away, nobody would be interested in it. These powers were quite amazing.

I leaned back in my worn-out office chair. Amazing indeed. If I had the power to shape what was considered normal in society, I had effectively become a goddess. The world was now my oyster. I couldn’t alter anything about reality, obviously, but the aspects of reality that I really truly wanted to alter I could. People. I could use this power to finally live the life of luxury I always knew I was destined for. But not just me.

I took a look around the room. Hikage, Homura, Yomi, little Mirai. These four wonderful people had done more for me than they will ever know. They have saved my life more times than I can count, and in more ways than I care to admit. I could never hope to repay them for the endless kindness and love they have bestowed upon me, but with these earrings at the very least I could make them happy.

I made a silent vow never to use my powers to harm them unnecessarily, and that before I seek out the means to make my own dreams come true I would make each of theirs come true first. I had time, there was no rush.

First things were first though, I had to find out what they all really wanted.