Natalie's Self Reflection

For the rest of the day, Natalie stayed in her room. Wren was happy enough to leave her there, so long as she agreed to come out for movie night. Not that she really had many choices, or at least, so the black haired girl thought.

Natalie sunk into her chair as soon as the other woman had left the room, breathing out a sigh of exhaustion, her body was still trembling from the afterglow of the orgasm, and she needed a minute to get her head together. Somehow, even though Wren only had the power that Natalie gave her, Natalie realised she was having a hard time disobeying. Maybe it was because she was so horny, it had been so long since she'd done anything like this. Or maybe it was just that Wren was right, and this thing hit all her buttons.

Yeah...

That was probably it...

She took a deep breath, steadying her pounding heart, and looked into the mirror on the side of the wall. She saw herself looking back, Natalie Lawmaker, her skin was dusky and tanned, her hair was curled around her head. She was still naked, and she could still vaguely make out the teeth marks along her neck, where Wren had toyed with her. Slowly, she ran her fingers over them, shivering a little at the memory.

Her heart started to beat faster as she remembered what Wren had said before. She was going to involve the other girls. Samantha and Casey. A mixed sense of horror and anticipation began to swirl in her stomach at the thought. These were not just people she didn't know, not random strangers, but her roommates, whom she had lived with for half a year now. She knew them both fairly well. Samantha with her long, red hair, and her blue eyes, her face speckled with freckles, the oldest of their group, and the one who most often acted as leader when one was called for. Samantha was a serous woman, though not unfriendly, she wasn't the sort of person you joked around with or played games with unless you knew her really well. Her gaze was severe and focused, and she wasn't easy to bully or demean. She was strong willed and stubborn, someone to look up to and respect. which only made the idea of being exposed to her all the more horrible. Natalie shuddered as she contemplated it. Thinking of Samantha seeing her naked body, realising how aroused she really was, watching whatever sick little game Wren had in store for her... it made her feel helpless.

But Casey was the one who really made her sweat. Casey had brown hair and deep, green eyes, she was of a lithe frame, smaller and more slender than Natalie, and was also the youngest of them at eighteen. Natalie and Casey had hit it off from the very moment they had both met, and Natalie was often treated more as a big sister than a friend. The idea of having her dignity stolen from her in front of Casey was beyond horrible. The concept of being stripped, Casey seeing her naked, Casey seeing her _wanted. _It was almost more than she could bear.

Yet, as she looked at herself in the mirror, Natalie realised she couldn't just turn aside from this path now. Not at this point. Wren had been right, as much as it shamed her to admit it, she absolutely loved the way things were going right now. Even if she knew it was going to involve the others, some part of her wanted to let it play out anyway...

After all, what harm could it do when she could just erase the memory later?

She closed her eyes, remembering again the feeling of Wren's hands moving along her chest, of Wren's kisses trailing over her neck, of the feel of Wren's tongue on her nipples and breasts. She clenched her teeth, riding the soaring wave of arousal that came with the thought.

Fuck, Wren really was right, wasn't she? Natalie was enjoying this far too much...

She looked herself in the mirror again, seeing her image looking back at her, her eyes were accusatory somehow.

"I can stop it any time I want to." Natalie said, "Really. It's all just a game. Wren isn't in control, she doesn't even know the rules. I can stop it."

Then do it. The mirror challenged her, but they both knew she wouldn't.

"I'll do it later. When I've had my fun." Natalie said, standing up. "What does it matter anyway? Thanks to my powers, nothing matters but what I decide. It's all just one giant game, so who cares what the odds are, and who wins or losses in the end? By the end of the day, the game will be all set up again for another round."

So saying, she stalked off to find some new clothes, figuring that it was probably better not to greet her two friends naked. Naturally, she didn't have any trousers, bras or panties, but she made do with what she could get. The longest skirt she had - which wasn't very long anyway, not quite reaching her knees - and a set of black tights that she wore on each leg. A dark button up jumper over a thin white shirt. They weren't exactly the clothes she would have chosen otherwise, but Wren had limited her choices. After this, she returned to the mirror, and was surprised to see that she looked almost respectable.

Looked, that was. She didn't feel it. Under the blouse, she could feel the skin of her breasts prickling as it was pushed up against the fabric of the shirt, and of course, under the skirt, she was wearing no panties at all. Each step she took only served to remind her of this fact, the feeling of resistance she would have gotten from the elastic was absent, and every breeze made her jump or shiver. Idly, Natalie felt one of her hands shift under the skirt, running a finger along the length of her pussy. She shuddered, enjoying the sensation, though it left her eager for more.

"Later." She said, "Later. There will be time for that."

A few minutes later, Casey and Samantha returned home.