There are experiments to be done!

Well whatever is up with A-ko is for Kate and the hound to figure out. You want Kate to feel like this is her own thing, so it wouldn’t do for you to hover over her shoulder.

And actually,…..

It is kinda odd how you are in any frame of mind to think about stuff like that.

If someone had asked you a week ago how you’d feel after being kidnapped, you’d have gone with ‘terrified’ or maybe ‘pissed off’. And it’s not that you are in shock either. At least you don’t feel the kind of detachment you associate with being in shock. You feel…:

In control.

The anger is there. The indignation at someone trying to hurt you and yours. But it is beneath the surface. You could lean into it, Allow yourself to become a vengeful monster against those who made Kate and terra worry. But the key word is ‘allow yourself’.

Maybe it is just because having these powers gave you a massive confidence boost?

But it is kind of unsettling, knowing you are reacting like a completely different person than the you from a week ago.

When you arrive back in the other room Miles simply proclaims himself to be “Innocent.” with no further justifications, so you just send him to sleep and go back to pondering.

Greg is the last one to make a decision. He too, seems to view himself as a victim of circumstance, but has a hard time spitting it out. Instead he kept talking up the good sides of his friends, probably to ask you to have mercy one them. When he inevitably throws them under the bus that is.

And as you stand there, calmly contemplating what kind of experiment you should inflict on a visibly terrified college-student for displeasing you, you can’t help but think “I wonder if that is how Lex Luthor feels all the time? ”

And then it snaps into place.

The thought that you are changing somehow kept eating at you, but now you have the missing peace. You are acting more like some smug unflappable mastermind! More concerned with your experiments and schemes than personal safety and common sense.

Sure the confidence boost from your power probably played a part, but this was the damn command to act like a villain all over again!

If you were honest with yourself. As soon as you had been safe you had been were more focused on this situation giving you an excuse to flex your powers again than personal retribution.

That adds a whole other layer of disturbing to your behaviour. But on the other hand, you always did wish you could be more cool-headed. This didn’t have to be a bad thing necessarily.

And if you thought about it, this was also in the interest of your victims. With out this you might have been furious enough to do something really nasty. And who knew if you could turn someone back if they were now to stupid to understand the question because they were now a dog or a toad.

And …. And Gregs prattling was a distraction from this newfound revelation. Besides, you gave him more than enough time to make his point already.“Greg, would you rather tell me you are innocent without further waffling and go to sleep until I wake you or tell me you take a share of the blame and go to sleep until I wake you?”

“I… I…. I’m innocent. I really am. Mostly.” Is all he can get out before his eyes fall close.

Good!

So were were you? Ah yes! Would it really be so bad to take a page from the more calculating and self-assured villains’ playbook?

Not particularly, you decide after a bit of soul-searching.

No more delays then! It was time for the first experiment to commence!

…..

As it turns out B-Ko and C-Ko were keeping quiet to avoid giving the prisoners any clues tow hat the others had decided. And now that they are all asleep the two are very eager to know if they did good.

Which they did. But you really don’t want to put off using your powers on your kidnappers, AGAIN. You already had to wait far too long for Greg to make up his mind.

So you spend a minute or two praising and thanking the hounds, before asking them to guard your kidnappers a bit longer while you take one of them for a drive.

And you know just the place for that.

You had Terra dig up some basic information about each of the four, while you were waiting on Greg the slowpoke. And as it turns out he is sharing a small apartment with Chris, instead of living in a frathouse. And you just so happen to be looking for a place of your own.

A bit of rifling through their pockets turns up the apartment key. And a car-key.

How convenient.

This all began with Chris so it seems fitting that he’ll be the first to receive your attention.

You shake him lightly by the shoulders “Hey Chris. Wake up buddy.” and watch his eyes snap open a few seconds later. Only to fall half-closed again as you tell him “Aardvark.” . As amusing as it would be to taunt the guy with being the only one who took a bullet for his supposed friends, you want to get the show on the road. Literally. (And Chris will still feel the sting of betrayal once you wake him back up.)

As Choice later, and Chris has volunteered to play chauffeur tonight. You assumed he would lead you to the fancy sports car parked out back, but instead the headlights of the silver one beside it light up when Chris hits the button on the key you gave back to him. It is still a nice car, mind you. But the way he kept acting you figured Chris would drive something flashier.

As you watch a zoned out Chris climb in the drivers seat you wonder if it wouldn’t be safer to drive yourself. But you haven’t sat behind the wheel for over a year, and your choice specified that he’d “drive safely”. So int theory there is nothing to worry about.

There is a third option: You could probably skip the drive by asking Chris if “ he would rather be standing beside me in your room right now” or something to that effect. But experimenting with teleportation, honestly seems only marginally safer than driving with a hypnotized chauffeur.

And besides, the drive will give you ample opportunity to ask Chris a few questions without distractions….

And you make some good headway with Chris between small pauses where you think about your next choice.

“Would you rather believe anything I tell you while you are in this trance or would you rather not be able to remember anything that happened between you falling into this trance and coming out of it?”

“I’d rather not remember whatever crap you told me.”

You can work with that.

But before you get to that, let’s make sure Chris is really paying attention.

“Would you rather be fully conscious in this trance but unable to bring yourself to do anything but answer my questions or would you rather try to make things as bad as possible for you in this trance?”

“I’d rather be fully conscious.” the look in Chris eyes changes slightly, looking a bit more alert.

“Fine by me. Now you are probably wondering where we are going. It is rather simple actually: I was thinking of moving out of my parents home, I just hadn’t found a good roomie yet. Until you volunteered yourself, that is. But let’s get a few misunderstandings out of the way first: When you come out of the trance would you rather realize that you are physically a girl and magic kept other people from noticing it or have other people see you as the girl you are but fail to notice it yourself? ”

“I’d rather know the truth instead of making a fool of myself. ”

You had a few fun ideas if he had chosen otherwise, but this question had always been intended as a fork in the form this experiment will take. In both cases you will se just how far you can twist someone’s perceptions with your power.

but first you need a baseline: “Tell me, Chris: How do you feel about having sex with me?”

“Disgusting.” He screws up his face slightly even through he calming effect of the trance

“Why is it disgusting?”

“Because it’s gay. And because I hate your guts” he explains. Interesting set of priorities there.

“And yet it will be you who keeps initiating makeout sessions. But would you rather behave as if you were my loving submissive wife-in-all-but-name or would you rather act like we are just friends with benefits but find my mere presence to be mildly arousing for your body?”

“I’d rather act like we were friends with benefits, and deal with the horniness.”

“Would you rather that your idea of common sense was simply warped to the point where when interacting with me what seems the obvious thing to do often just happens to be something my horny fuckbuddy might do or would you rather think you are acting like that because you are deeply and truly in love with me and desperately crave my approval?”

“I would rather the first one.”

“And would you rather instinctively avoid letting anyone who doesn’t know about your curse think you are gay but unintentionaly act like a tomboy with a huge ladyboner for me where nobody can see or would you rather openly flirt with me no matter who is watching and insist it is perfectly natural to do so if anyone asks?”

“I don’t want to let the others see me like that.”

“I can’t have you sabotaging me or VIPER of course. But would you rather have your body overwrite any actions or words that deviate from being an unfailingly polite and loyal minion of mine – to the point where it goes on autopilot every so often to give me a report of any noteworthy misbehaviour of yours or would you rather still be able to act up a bit, but your twisted common sense would extend to any attempts to sabotage or harm me, ensuring that even your most insidious plans are in reality at worst a bit inconvenient for me? ”

“I’d rather not be a prisoner in my own body.”

“Would you rather get the feeling you are somehow getting one over me whenever I am having a good time while you act in your capacity as my fuckbuddy, and more often than not fail to realize how lewd you are acting or would you rather be fully aware how sexually charged your actions are but also quickly develop a huge fetish for self-objectification – meaning you’ll get excited by the idea of men using you as simply a means to get off?”

“Like hell I want to deal with such a fetish.”

That was a s far as you got before arriving in front of Chris apartment, but you can sand of the edges later. But let’s be a bit redundant for safety’s sake:

“Chris, would you rather have your twisted commons sense turn any attempt to hurt me into unintentional seduction or would you rather accept it as a fact of life that you shouldn’t inflict physical harm on me because I am the master and you are a servant?”

“The first one.” Seems pride won out once again.

“Aadvark.”

Just like back in the house you watch a slightly disoriented Chris take stock of his surroundings and assess the situation. His gaze falls on the rearview mirror and you watch him bring a hand up to his face. Running across his cheek before tugging at a strand of hair, and you hear him murmur “Holy shit!” under his breath. You are a bit disappointed by the muted reaction, but then again the way you formulated that choice Chris had no reason to confirm changes he already knew where true aside from an adherence to clichés.

So instead of his groin or chest, Chris attention immediately jumps to his surroundings. “That’s my apartment! why are we in my car in front of my apartment? What the hell did you do to me!?” he demands as he unbuckles his seat belt.

“I told you to take a nap until I woke you up, remember?”

“Yes. ” Chris makes a dismissive snort “And I remember waking up back at the lake. and then… You put me into a trance again didn’t you? . So what did you do to me this time?”

As he demands to know what is going on, Chris only stops to pull her tight, white shirt up over her head.

When you ask why he's removing his shirt, Chris declares “Because I just noticed you made me wear a fucking bra.” as he slides the straps off his shoulders and down his smooth, toned arms to flip the bra around to get easier access to the hooks. “And I won’t let you sit there and snicker at me for being in drag! And now tell me what you did to me this time. I am going to find out sooner or later anyway!”

As he complains Chris throws the now unhooked bra unto the back seat with a look of frustration and starts to wiggle in his seat to slide his pants down his slender legs. He is now left sitting there half naked in nothing but the jeans pooled around his feet and tight, cotton panties. and a moment later the panties join the heap around his feet two, revealing a neatly trimmed bush of hair.

"What's going on! This is going way to far! This all started with you messing with me! I just acted in self defense here! And stop staring at my breasts you fucking creep"

Your first instinct was to look away and apologize, for leering, but before you could act on it you remembered that right now it was more important to make a point. So you kept looking. They were not the biggest you had ever seen, but they nicely complimented the toned slender body Chris was now saddled with. They looked kinda cute.

And Chris, maybe recognizing your continued looks as the power-play it was declared “I am not gonna play your stupid game! You're being an asshole right now!” As he climbed out of his seat and before leaning over and sliding her arms around your neck..

“And how is that better than me staring at your breasts?” You ask, as he presses these soft breasts against your chest. Which just causes Chris to snort in disgust "Hello?! Are you stupid? It’s because now you’ll have a hard time staring at my boobs, while keep them up against you! Now stop being a creep and tell me what you did to me!" As she talks you can feel her nipples harden as she starts to gyrate and rub herself against you.

For fun, you ask her what's she's doing. How could she have a logical excuse for this?

"Because it is hard to find a comfortable position while you are fidgeting. Now wipe that asshole grin of your face, and answer my question so I can get the hell out of here. " As she talks one of Chris hands glides from your shoulders to slide down your body and slip under your shirt to trace your belly button with her index finger.

“Uh, what are you doing?” you ask in genuine curiosity.

"Well…. if you're gonna play tricks on me, then I'm gonna play a trick on you! See how you like this asshole!"

Chris hand stops caressing your abdomen and instead wiggles into your pants to trace the erection you have been sporting ever since Chris chucked off the shirt. and the most amazing thing about it is, he thinks he's being rebellious and confrontational, even as he undoes the button of your jeans to get better access..

You ask Chris what he's doing.

"Well... asshole..." he says with an evil grin, "I'm going to embarrass you! Since you won't tell me what you did to me, I am going to turn this against you."

You watch as Chris, the guy who kept annoying you with his macho-bullshit, lowers his head as he tugs your boxers down. You can’t really see what it happening with the back of his head in the way, but you certainly feel it when he places a feathery kiss on your dick. The kiss is followed by a second and very soon you can feel her lips and tongue wrap around it.

And thinking of that girl giving you a amateurish - but very pleasant - blowjob as a guy is getting weird.

You squeeze the door-handle in your left hand in utter desperation as the pleasure courses through you. You feel the gentle vibrations of his breath as Chris keeps laughing to herself with each moan or groan you let out.

After a minute of this she lifts her head to look up at you, her free hand taking over the gentle caressing for her mouth as she tells you "How do you like this? You better tell me what you did to me or you’ll be in real trouble if someone sees you. “ she bend back down to give your cock another gentle kiss, before continuing “Sitting in your dark car in front of a strangers house. “ a gentle squeeze of her fingers makes you groan ” Acting like some pervert.”