Mess with her

“Now you see, that depends on you. When I am satisfied that you learnt your lesson.” The doorbell interrupted further discussions. “I’ll get it.” You state, loving the look of terror on Sammy’s face. You open the door to see the familiar face of Mike. Or rather Michelle. Years ago, Mike had been a tiny, unattractive, shy man. X-Change had fixed that. Now she deeply resembled the journalist whose name she shared. “Is Sammy ready?” she asked, smirking. “She is all yours.” you reply with a smirk of your own.

Michelle walked in as Sammy stared at her, confused. “Now you might be collecting unemployment checks, but I will be earning through commissions. That is to say from granting people certain…fantasies.” All the colour drained from Sammy’s face. “For now, I extend this solely to women. How long that remains is solely dependent on your behaviour. If you are not the most obedient, willing young woman imaginable…well…” You let her fill in the blanks. You can see tears starting to form in the corner of her eyes. It only makes you feel more joyful. “Well she is all yours, Michelle. Enjoy.” You take a moment to savour Sammy’s terror before you leave.