William Duke, highschool student

Waking up this morning, you know you have this newfound power. You couldn't say where this knowledge comes from, nor how and why you have this ability, but you have an instinct. It's a little bit like if a third arm grew on you during the night: You know that it's there and how to use it but that doesn't answer your other questions. And the more you come to your senses, the more nonsensical it becomes. So, you can make any woman submissive to you just by talking with her long enough, at the condition that she's taller than you? You can't shake the idea off, but on the other hand you can't be sure that you're not just being delusional until you tested it.

With a grunt, you roll out of bed. It's sunday and nothing forces you to get up early, but you just need certainty.

You start by going to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Maybe it will clear your mind? But no, you can't get rid of the idea. If this is true, you're quite lucky: You're only 5.3 feet tall, not exactly a dwarf but short enough to have quite a few women stand above you. Classmates. Teachers. Many people outside school, obviously. The thought that using your power wouldn't be moral crosses your mind, but it seems you can't be bothered by the notion. Not that you're an innerantly amoral person, but it's like an outside **** is preventing you from caring. Wait, are you being mindcontroled yourself? This idea should be worrying, but you can't focus on it either. At best, you can entertain it like it's a thought experiment.

Well, better test things out, then. You've already dressed yourself for the day and now you're walking downstairs to take a breakfast. That's weird, it feels like the shower had only taken a few seconds and time had fast-forwarded.

"Hey, little gnomether! Did you fall out of your bed?"

You're taken out of your trance-like state by your older sister's voice. Caitlin is staring at you with a smile, blowing her mug of coffee to cool it down. And now it's like time slows down. You look at her like it's the very first time you see her and you need to list everything about her in your head.

Caitlin has long brown hair tied in a pony tail, currently messy because she probably just woke up too. It also means she doesn't wear makeup yet, she usually goes to the bathroom after eating something, yet even in this state she's probably the most beautiful girl you know. You never thought about how you love every detail of her face, from her chin to her thin eyebrows, to her cute nose, cheekbones or full lips. It's like a work of art. Then there's the rest of her body. Dark skin, long legs, thin waist, a round ass which she likes to confine in tight blue jeans, but right now they are only covered with a turquoise boxer she's wearing to sleep. And above that, those massive tits your friends can't shut up about. You never cared to know what her bra cup is, but you'd guess a D or even E. But you're pretty sure right now she doesn't wear one anyway underneath the white shirt she's using as a pajama, so loose that it let's one of her shoulders entirely bare. She's only three years older than you, and you've always been close even though she sometimes tease you just enough to be annoying. Like siblings do, you guess. She's currently a law student, a good one as far as you know. She's fun, and bright, and lively.

She's also one inch taller than you.

Okay, two inches.

Which makes her the perfect guinea pig.

All of those thoughts race through your mind in less than a second. You smile back at her and sit in front of her. "Hey, is that pancakes?"

"Yes, Mom did a dozen of those earlier. I left you a few." Does she seem troubled when you ask? Is her smile slightly too bright? You couldn't tell. So far her reactions don't seem unusual, but you don't think your power work instantly. You need to keep talking and keep her talking.

"Could you give me the raspberry jam then?" It's not an unusual request, but you have the jug at arm's length. She has no reason to refuse, though it may annoy her. But something tells you the more you ask her favors, even small, the more she will fall under your command.

As you expected, she rolls her eyes, but get the thing closer to you. "Here. His Majesty is served."

You nod and start spreading the jam on your pancake. "So, how are your studies going." you ask.