It's the caller!

Instead, the screen showed no one standing at the front door. Jack wondered if the smart doorbell had glitched. "That’s weird," he mumbled as he walked out onto the porch.

He almost dismissed the glitch, but then a voice crackled through the speaker, low and smooth, with a casual confidence that made him pause.

“Hey, Jack. Nice setup you got there. Real spooky.”

Jack froze, his eyes darting to the door bell camera. How did this guy know his name? He glanced around, half-expecting to see someone lurking in the bushes.

“Who is this?” he called out, trying to sound braver than he felt.

The voice chuckled, warm and amused. “Doesn’t matter. Just a friendly neighbor who noticed your aunt could use some Halloween spirit. She seems a little… uptight.”

Jack snorted despite himself. “You have no idea. But how do you know that?”

“Yeah, I got that impression. Well mate, all I can tell you is, the technology we invest in these days does a lot more spying than we realise. Tell you what, why don’t you go grab that Wonder Woman costume and hold it up for the camera? Let me see what we’re working with here.”

Something about the voice was disarming, like it was impossible to say no. Jack found himself moving toward the couch and picking up the package again. He held it up to the camera, feeling a little foolish.

“Good choice,” the voice said approvingly. “Now, here’s what we’re gonna do. You’re gonna go upstairs and tell your aunt there’s an emergency with the doorbell. She’ll come down, and when she does, just stand back and enjoy the show.”

Jack blinked. “What? That’s not gonna work. She’ll kill me.”

The voice laughed again, but there was an edge to it now, something that made the hair on the back of Jack’s neck stand up. “Trust me, kid. She’s not gonna be mad. In fact, she’s gonna thank you. Now go.”

Before he could think twice, Jack’s feet were moving, carrying him up the stairs and down the hall to the bathroom door. He knocked lightly, trying to sound panicked.

“Aunt Miri! The doorbell’s acting weird, I think someone’s messing with it!”

There was a pause, then the sound of the shower shutting off. A minute later, the door opened, and Miriam emerged in a towel, her hair damp and tousled around her shoulders. Droplets of water clung to her skin, trickling down the swell of her breasts where the towel barely covered them.

“What are you talking about?” she asked, frowning.

“It’s the Ring, someone’s on the line, but there’s no one there,” Jack explained, leading the way back downstairs.

Miriam followed, muttering under her breath in Hebrew, something about stupid American technology. When they reached the front door, Jack stepped aside, letting her approach the camera.

“Hello? Who is this?” she demanded, her accent thicker in her irritation.

The voice that answered was different now, lower, almost a purr. “Hello, Miriam. I’ve been waiting to meet you properly.”

Her eyes widened slightly, and she glanced back at Jack, confused. “Do you know this person?”

He shook his head, equally bewildered. “No, he just–”

“Shhh,” the voice interrupted, smooth as silk. “Why don’t you drop that towel, Miriam? Let me see you properly.”

Miriam’s jaw dropped, indignation flashing across her face. “How dare you! I’m calling the police!”

“Drop the towel, now.” the voice responded, firmer this time.

“I’m not sure you heard me…” Miriam began speaking, voice quivering with anger.

But even as she said it, her hands moved to the knot at her chest, fingers tugging the towel loose. Her eyes went wide with horror as the fabric slipped down her body, pooling at her feet and leaving her completely naked on her front porch. She tried to cover herself, arms crossing over her chest and hand flying to her crotch, but her movements were jerky, like she was fighting her own body.

“Stop this!” she gasped, her voice trembling. “What’s happening to me?”

The voice chuckled, dark and satisfied. “It’s just you embracing the Halloween spirit, Miriam. You’ve been too serious for too long. Time to let loose, have some fun. Now, why don’t you put on that costume your nephew so thoughtfully picked out for you?”

Jack watched in stunned silence as his aunt bent down, her full, round ass on display as she retrieved the Wonder Woman costume from where he’d dropped it. She stepped into the shorts first, the tight blue fabric riding up between her cheeks, barely covering her. The red bodice was next, stretching over her ample breasts, the gold “W” emblem sitting proudly between them, the low neckline revealing an impressive amount of cleavage.

“Perfect,” the voice purred as she stood there, dazed and confused, her body slowly relaxing as the seemingly hypnotic suggestion took hold. “Now, relax and turn around for me. Let’s see the whole package.”

Miriam obeyed, her movements becoming more fluid, less resistant. She turned slowly, showing off the costume that hugged every curve of her body, from her narrow waist to the swell of her hips to the long, toned legs. The gold bracelets on her wrists and the tiara in her wet hair completed the look, transforming the stern history teacher into a sexy superhero.

“Jack, come here,” the voice commanded, and he found himself moving forward before he could think. “What do you think of your aunt now? Pretty hot, right?”