Reading Redhead

The petite redhead reading under a tree from before flashes through your mind. You decide to test on her before moving on to anyone you might know if she's still around. You turn ot leave while waving over your shoulder and say, "By girls, have fun."

You leave the secluded bench, the moans of the two you left behind fading as you walk. The girl is still reading under the tree. As you approach you see that she is wearing a gray baggy hoodie and black sweat pants. She seems to be classically petite: short, thin, and not at all curvy. You can't exactly examine her body forlm this distance and with her clothing, but it still seems that way to you. When you're really close to her you find her face to be incredibly cute, especially given how it's scrunched up in concentration and peppered with freckles.

Finally, you near the tree while scanning to note that you're relatively obstructed from the others in the park. You smile, then lean on the tree next to her and say, "Hey, what's your name?"

She startles, then turns quickly before slightly settling down. She says, "Elizabeth, and you?"

"John," you reply. "I just saw you reading and wondered what book had you so concentrated. Sorry to bother you like this."

"It's alright," she said, "and the book is Hamlet."

You smile, thinking about what you want to do, and say, "Interesting, that's a cool book. I'm sorry to ask this as well, but I'm just curious about your clothing choice. It's more than fine, but is it mostly for comfort? I guess it is a somewhat cold day, and they seem great, it's just that most other people seem to be wearing shorts and t-shirts around here, or yoga pants. "

She sighs, and says," Well, it's mostly for comfort. And I don't know how I feel about you asking that, but I guess I'll say that I'm also of the opinion that a good person shouldn't wear anything revealing, which is also a factor. "

She seems to take the ensuing pause to mean you're done and gives you a light, somewhat pained smile before turning back to her book. You think for a moment, deciding if you really want to do anything and if so what. The idea of irrevocably changing her life turns you on and you want to see what else your power can do, so you say, "Actually, I did have something else to talk to you about. Would you rather answer my questions without trying to leave or hurt me here or with just the two of us in your bedroom right now?"

She looks at you, fear flitting across her face, and then says, "Um, I guess my room."

The scene before you instantly shifts from greenery to solid blue. You back up a step and frantically look around. The blue is a painted stucco wall, and as you scan you see that you're in a room with a desk, a large bed with the redhead, and a window that reveals the top of a neighboring house. You realize that your power brought you both here, and turn to the girl to see her sitting up and gripping her bedframe, pure panic in her eyes.

"What- what happened?" She stutters out. "This is my room, how... "

She falls silent, and you say, "My power brought us here. I'm testing it out, but it forces others to choose between two options that then become their reality. As far as I can tell, that is. It seems like me saying 'right now' before made us show up here immediately, which is pretty wild. "

" Yeah, "she says, clearly dazed, "I guess so." Her eyes gain some clarity back and she looks at you while scooting away and saying, "Wait, why were you talking to me then? Was it too change me, if you really can do that?"

"Yeah, you got me," you reply with a chuckle, knowing she'll have to reply to you and can't do anything to leave. "Frankly, I'm on a bit of a power trip, and the idea that I could change you turns me on." Her expression darkens, and you continue, "Plus, the idea that your choices change you is kinda hot too. With that said, earlier you were saying you think good people wear conservative clothing, and I can see that you have some religious material in your desk, so let's start with this doozy: would you rather be an atheist and dress in tight, revealing clothing or remain religious but become a nymphomaniac who quickly becomes **** for sex with either gender after a few hours without it and be unable to ever stop yourself regardless of how much you want to."

She looks at you with resolve in her eyes, but she soon breaks and it seems the power has **** her to come to a decision.