Planning Some Sightseeing

I came home after closing the store and found Diya arguing with her daughter. They were both screaming at each other and it was clear that they had been fighting for a while now.

"You're completely crazy!" Meera yelled at her mother. She was shaking with anger and tears were running down her cheeks.

"I'm crazy?!" Diya screamed back. "You think I didn't see you playing with your breasts right in front of me?!"

"Shit..." I whispered to myself as I stood in the middle of the battlefield, watching them fight.

"I never did that!" Meera protested. "I was washing the fucking dishes just like you asked!"

"Really?!" Her mother retorted, pointing a finger at the sink. "You think I didn't see you rubbing the sponge on that plate?"

"Did you hear that, David?!" my step-sister shouted, turning to me. "She's nuts!"

"Just give me a sec, sis..." I said, grabbing my phone and opening ActionsTrader. I tapped on Meera's card and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw a little cross on her current trade. I pressed it and confirmed my choice. The list was immediately emptied. Hopefully, this would end the argument before it escalated any further.

"Diya?" I asked, walking toward her.

"What?" She snapped, still glaring at her daughter.

"You just said she was rubbing the sponge on a plate." I calmly stated. "So she obviously was washing the dishes, right?"

"I never said that!" She exclaimed. "I said I saw her slide her hands under her shirt and toying with her breasts!"

"That's not what you said, mom!" Meera said.

Why wasn't it working?! I deleted the trade! I grabbed my head with both hands, trying to calm down.

Suddenly, I realized what was going on. While under the effects of the app, Diya thought that washing the dishes was done by playing with your breasts and that playing with your breasts was done by washing dishes. But the app made the transition seamless. It was like, for her, it had always been this way. Her memories had been somehow changed to make her believe that everyone had always washed dishes by playing with their breasts. Now, deleting the trade had reversed the effects, but the same transition had occurred to avoid inconsistencies. She remembered Meera playing with her breasts, because to her that's what she'd done. Deleting the trade would not change that...

"You're grounded for a week, young lady." Diya announced, her voice filled with venom.

"But mom..." Meera started.

"I said a week." She repeated, turning to me. "And you, don't you dare intervene."

Meera gave her mother a dirty look before storming off, slamming the kitchen door behind her.

I cleared my throat and fled as well, clearly not wanting to stick around my pissed off step-mom any longer.

I took a deep breath as I closed my bedroom door and locked it.

"Well, that was interesting, at least." I muttered to myself as I sat on the bed.

I was starting to understand some of the weirdest implications of the app and its ability to rewrite people's minds. It wasn't just affecting the perception they had of their own actions, but also how they perceived other people's actions.

I looked at the current actions of the women I had used the app on so far, trying to see what it would imply.

Meera thought brushing her teeth meant blowing me. Did it mean that she expected everyone else in the entire world to blow me in order to brush their teeth? Probably... It also meant that if she saw anyone brush their teeth she'd be convinced they were blowing me!

I only had a few more hours to go before being able to delete this trade, so at least this wouldn't be a problem for too long. Besides, I certainly wasn't interested in having Meera suck my dick with an increasingly dirty mouth.

The other two active trades were 'Scolding [David Mason]' for Anna and 'Buying a postcard' for the hot redhead I'd met earlier.

They seemed a bit more harmless. Since Anna's trade was targeted at me she would act normal as long as I wasn't near her. As for the sexy tourist, the worst thing that could happen was that she'd think people trying to give her their numbers were trying to buy a postcard. The other way around was a bit weird too, with her trying to sell postcards if she ever tried to get someone's number. She'd look a bit nuts but nothing serious. I would still delete it as soon as possible.

The lesson here was that if I wanted to use the app in a discrete fashion it was better to focus on actions directed at me specifically. It would also probably be fine if I traded actions that were limited to a private setting.

But did I want to use the app in a discrete fashion, though? I mean... What was the worst that could happen? People would think my target is crazy, just like Meera thought her mother was losing her mind? I guess they could end up admitted in a psych ward, but they'd have to act completely insane to get to that point.

Obviously I had to avoid making anyone around me act too strange. If too many people seemed to lose their mind around me I could be in trouble. No, if I wanted to go full throttle with this, I had to do it on people who could not be connected with me directly, like some hot random tourist who would soon go back to wherever she came from.

I grinned as I looked at the redhead's target card. Apparently her name was Samantha Kinley.

Her profile picture showed her wearing a blue bikini top in what appeared to be one of the local beaches. The sun was setting down behind her. Looking at Meera's and Diya's cards I noticed their pictures now seemed to have been taken at home and that they were wearing the same clothes I had seen on them a few minutes earlier. Apparently the app kept the images updated in real time. This could come in handy.

"So, Samantha..." I said aloud, looking at the screen. "You do enjoy spending time at the beach after all."

I opened her card and started scrolling through the suggested actions. 'Sightseeing' was pretty high. Not at the top, though, so I concluded that at this time of the day it definitely wasn't a priority, but it was high enough to indicate that she did enjoy doing it. Others were interesting as well: 'Catching a tan', 'Walking along the shore', 'Swimming'. I guess since she was still on the beach these were still valid options for her at this very moment, but I could see these actions moving down the list as the sun was nearing the horizon.

"Alright!" I said, checking a potential trade combination.

'Sightseeing' <=> 'Having sex with [David Mason]'

I frowned as I noticed the price for this action. It was 100ABs. I guess I had to save for a while if I wanted to mindfuck her that much.

It seemed that the cheapest trades were ones that did not imply too much of an **** change in the target's behavior. For example I could trade 'Masturbating' with that same new action for 'only' 30ABs. It seemed the similarity with the original one lowered the price.

I hovered my finger over the confirmation button but hesitated. I could afford it. I had 58ABs left. It would be a safe trade since masturbation was not something she would attempt to do in public, unless she had some kind of weird kink about it.

I decided not to purchase it, moving my finger away. First of all, 'Masturbating' was way down on the list, meaning it definitely wasn't something she was planning to do anytime soon. Also, even if she were to do it, I felt like it was far too easy. I had chosen her to be my test-subject. I wanted to fuck with her mind, not simply sleep with her.

But whatever I was going to do, first I needed to establish a connection between her and me. She didn't even know my name or how to contact me so actions oriented toward me would be useless.

I therefore sent her a message:

'Hey! This is David Mason, the guy from the souvenir shop. What's up?'

A few seconds later I saw a new suggested action appear on the top of her list: 'Ignoring texts from [David Mason]'. Ten seconds later, the action was gone.

"Fucking bitch!" I hissed. Not only was she ignoring my message, but she must have stopped thinking about it right away.

I made a new trade for 10ABs:

'Ignoring texts from [David Mason]' <=> 'Sexting [David Mason]'

Now, all I had to do was to send another message.

'Are you here?'

'Oh I'm here!' She replied, 'I saw how you looked at me in the store. Liked what you saw? Want to see more?'

I felt my face grow warm as I read her message and right when I thought it could not get any hotter, she sent me a picture of herself.

She was sitting in what appeared to be a coffee shop, looking at the camera with a mischievous smile and sliding her free hand under her bikini bottom.

'You're so hot.' I simply wrote.

'I know I am.' She responded. 'It's a shame you're not here with me. You'd get to see how much hotter I can get.'

'Would you like that?'

'You know what I'd like? I'd like for you to slide your fingers inside me and to make me moan.'

I swallowed hard as I stared at the screen.

'And you know what I'd like? I'd like to grab you and fuck you until you can't walk.' I typed out.

Suddenly, her next text was very different from the previous ones.

'Dude! Leave me the fuck alone! I didn't give my number to your store for you to contact me and certainly not for you to harass me with disgusting messages!'

It seemed she wasn't 'ignoring' me any longer. I should have expected this reaction, but it still made my heart skip a beat. Sexting me only implied she'd do it, not that I would do it as well. Maybe I missed a 'Sexting WITH [?]' action?

'Sorry,' I quickly wrote, 'I just got carried away.'

'Do not fucking contact me again.' She snapped back. 'I'm blocking you.'

"Oh but I'm not done with you." I said out loud, smiling. "You're gonna be seeing a lot more of me."

I went back to the app and purchased a new trade for 15ABs:

'Sightseeing' <=> 'Hanging out with [David Mason]'