A Much Nastier Encounter in the Hallway

I was really hoping to get to my room in peace. I just wanted a chance to relax without having to deal with anything else today. But, of course, it's never that easy, because just as I'm about to reach my door, the door across the hall opens.

"Would you look at that? It seems the nerd was able to find his way home."

I wonder how long she's been waiting to say that line. Knowing it's better to just deal with her now than risk her making a big stink about ignoring her later, I turn around to find Michelle staring at me with her classic smug grin.

The easiest way to describe my oldest sister Michelle is that she's a pain in the neck. She's only a bit older than me and Julia, but she loves to act like she knows so much more than us. Or at least more than me. She doesn't really seem to have any problems with Julia. She recently graduated and got her degree (from a different college than Julia and I go to), and she already has a job. The only reason she still lives with us is so she can save up some money before she gets her own place. I do have to admit, Michelle is pretty smart, so it doesn't surprise me that she found a job so quickly. I just wish she didn't use that fact as another reason that she's better than me.

As much as we get under each other's skin, I can't deny that Michelle is a bombshell. Her light brown hair, blue eyes, and full lips are enough for anyone to get lost in. She also ended up with a incredible body just like Mom, maybe even more so. Her tits and ass are both perfectly sized and shaped, and the way her assets subtle swing and bounce and she walks is almost hypnotizing. It's not really surprising to me that so many guys have tried and failed to get with her over the years.

Since I'm 3 for 3 in terms of family members I find attractive, it's probably not hard to realize that I can be a bit perverted at times. I'm not some kind of sex addict or anything, but I get turned on pretty easily, even around people that I probably shouldn't. The thoughts I have are probably not the healthiest, but hey, that's who I am. Rather than worrying about that larger issue, for now I'll try to deal with the big-boobed issue in front of me.

"What do you want, Michelle?"

"That's no way to talk to me. Aren't you happy to see your brilliant and beautiful sister?" As true as those two adjectives are, I'm not going to let her ego get any bigger than it already is.

"Not particularly. So I'll ask again: what do you want?" I ask with a bit more bite this time.

Michelle scoffs when she hears my tone. "Unbelievable! We haven't even been talking for a full minute and you're already being a jerk." I'll try to ignore the fact that she was definitely the one who shot first. "Whatever. Go to your room and jack off or whatever it is you do in there. I need to get ready to take a shower anyway. You better not still be here when I come back out or else."

With that, Michelle slams her door in my face. After all that, she slams the door in my face! If anyone knows how to get me mad, it's her, because now I'm furious. All I wanted was to relax after all that work I had to do, but she still feels the need to attack me. That's when a thought occurs to me: the remote. I felt bad about the idea of using it on sweet Julia, but Michelle is a totally different story. I briefly threw around the idea of getting another test subject earlier, and who better to change than my bitchy sister. Honestly, now that I think about it, the "dog" identity would have been much more apt for her than Mom, but then again I guess it is supposed to be random.

I take the remote out of my pocket and point it at the door. When I do, I realize this is also a good opportunity to see if the remote works when used through a relatively thin barrier. With yet another reason to do this under my belt, I push the green button. Once I do, a smile comes across my face as I look down at the remote's screen.

- SELECTED TARGET: MICHELLE ANDERSON -

Well, that's one question answered. Now all that's left to do is try my luck and see what happens. I press the red button and the roulette once again starts to cycle though options.

As I wait to see the result, I start to get a little worried. Assuming this remote does work and the incident with Mom wasn't a weird coincidence, I don't really know what this thing is capable of. I mean, theoretically, it could turn Michelle into anything. As hard as it might be to imagine, couldn't she possibly turn out worse than what she started as? With that terrifying idea in my head, I notice the roulette has finally stopped. I nervously look down at the screen and...

I can't believe what I'm reading. Is this thing for real? The smile I once had returns to my face. No, that's not right. The smile I have now has to be a million times bigger than what it was a minute ago.

- SELECTED TARGET: MICHELLE ANDERSON -

Identity: Submissive

Is this thing serious? My sister going to turn into a submissive? As in a submissive who gives up control and obeys others? The thought of that has me elated, if not a little turned on. Which reminds me, isn't being a submissive a sexual thing in a lot of cases? I'll have to give that more thought later, since I just noticed that same message about an "initial attribute" that Mom had just popped up on the screen.

Initial Attribute Unlocked

DOCILE AND DISCIPLINED

The target will slowly become more meek and passive when interacting with the user. The target will have an increasingly difficult time insulting, talking bad about, or otherwise negatively behaving around the user.

Wow. As if this couldn't have gotten better. After being talked down to for who knows how long, there's a chance my sister won't be able to talk back to me anymore? How incredible is that? I do note that, like with Mom, it specifies that this attribute only applies to the "user," meaning that she should still presumably act the same around other people. But I suppose that will remain to be seen.

I put the remote away, and as if on cue, Michelle opens the door again. This time, she is carrying her folded-up pajamas at her side. She looks surprised to see me standing outside her room. To be fair, most of the time when one of us makes a threat like she did earlier, the other doesn't bother sticking around.

"Hey! I thought I told you to get lost!"

Her aggressive tone actually catches me off guard. Mom started responding to her attribute right away, but Michelle still seems as confrontational as ever. At least, that's what I thought at first. After giving it another look, I realize that she actually does seem a bit more nervous than usual, she's just doing a good job of hiding it. If I didn't spend my whole life growing up with Michelle, I might not have caught the subtle change. With that in mind, I decide to push her a bit and see how she reacts.

"Who cares what you told me to do? It's not like you're going to do anything about it."

I make sure to make myself sound as dominant as possible when I speak, hoping to reinforce any new submissiveness she may have gained. There's a good chance that under normal circumstances, Michelle wouldn't hesitate to punch me for trying to call a bluff like that. However, this isn't normal circumstances. In fact, not only does she not punch me, she actually seems to be having trouble keeping eye contact. Before she lets any major sign of weakness show, she quickly slips past me and moves toward the bathroom.

"Whatever. Stand wherever you want. It's not like I care."

She hastily closes the bathroom door before I can respond. That was incredible! I stood up to Michelle and I actually managed to walk away without any injuries to my body or my self-esteem. It's hard to say what exactly was going through Michelle's mind while that went down, but for now, I'll take what I can get. That being said, I don't see myself getting any further with her right now, so I decide to finally get that rest and relaxation I've been wanting for what seems like hours now.