Stay with the Woman

Before the woman can fully close her door, you grip the stone and say, "You want me to drive with you. No matter what, you see me as a friend."

The woman's countenance completely changes, and you register that you cna in fact change a person's perception of you and desires. She says, "Hey, want it hop in actually? I was just about it head home and clear my head, but I'd love it if you would come."

"Of course," you reply, getting into the passengers seat, "no problem. I'm John by the way."

"Jessica," she responds with a smile. "As I said before, I guess."

"Yeah, I guess so," you say. "Do you have a family?"

"Nah, I'm single and living off a trust fund," she says. "Sometimes I wish I wasn't and had a more developed social and home life, but hey, whatever I guess. It's certainly not all bad."

She chuckles, and you crack a slight smile while thinking about what to change and test next. You respond, saying, "Yeah, I guess so. And you always answer your friends truthfully right?"

She startles, then says, "Yeah," with some hesitation.

You smile, then press on and say, "Do you have much sex? Sorry for the diversion and forward question."

Jessica glances at you before turning her eyes back to the road, though she's clearly uncomfortable. "Um, I've had it, but only once in high school frankly. I kinda want to wait until marriage."

"But you're such a wanton slut now," you say. "I mean, you just always crave sex and act like such a slut from here on out that I just figured you may have done it in the past too."

You see her look at you again, her face a little more flushed, and she appears somewhat strained. "Yeah, I guess I am, though I thought I wouldn't be. That's strange but yeah, I am such a slut."

You realize that she's remembering her past and notices the jarring change, but that her new personality must be becoming the most salient for her very quickly. You start to wonder if yoku making her see you as a friend is influencing the stone's power over her, but suddenly you feel a hand on your cock.

You jump slightly , then realize that Jessica is driving one handed and with the other she's trying to caress your dick. You lean back and let her fingers work, feeling your dick harden quickly. You look at her and see that she's focusing on the road but biting her lip and rubbing her thighs together. You smile, then wonder what would happen if you changed her past. "Hey, Jessica."

"Yeah?"

"You've always participated in dance since you were a kid, right?"

Her hand stood moving for a moment, and you worry that you messed something up. But then sjr starts again and says, "Yeah, I danced, and I still do sometimes. I even volunteer to train high schoolers."

"Cool," you say, marveling at the extent to your power. That sentiment is almost immediately magnified though as you see her legs elongating and tightening up as they become more toned. You see her chest slightly shrink and her whole body loses weight and packs on a bit of muscle while remaining feminine. She screeches, then says, "What the hell is happening?"

"I don't know," you lie. "What's up?"

"Nothing, I think," she says while adopting a contemplative expression. "I thought my body changed, but it seems like it's always been like this. I think, though there's some weird memories I have where it wasn't and I never danced, you know?"

"No, not really," you say. "I'm sorry you're dealing with that though."

"It's okay," she says while picking up the pace with her hands ministrations. "It's not like it's your fault." You give a weak smile, then groan and thrust your hips into her hand. "Sorry, but you're gonna have to wait," she says, withdrawing her hand with a wink in your direction. "We're almost at my house."