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Empathy

Michael Hersch points out a young woman in the distance. In her jogging shorts and sports bra, she still looks pretty hot. You can see sweat glimmering off her light brown skin. "Look at her, the girl running. For now, focus on her. Shut out everything else, and focus on her. The key is empathy. Look at her sweat. Look at her breathe. Feel how hot and tired and sweaty you'd be if you were her."

You take a breath and concentrate your mind. You stare at the woman as she runs down the way. Just watching her suddenly makes your chest feel tight, and your throat dry and your head light and airy.

"Take it easy," Michael says, shaking your shoulders a little, "pull yourself out a little bit. Don't dive in completely yet, if you're not ready." Unmoved by his suggestion, you can't help feeling hot and bothered, sweat pouring liberally down your face. You feel like your whole body is soaked.

Something enters your mind. A name: Rose. Is it the flowers that distract you? or is this really her name? Have you actually achieved something? You have little time to savor this first victory, as you feel positively horrible, her physiological traits impressing themselves on you. You find yourself out of breath.

Then the girl stops abruptly. You're shaken from your trance as you watch her.

"Rose" falls to her knees as if in pain, but her one hand on her left breast and her other hand tucked between her legs indicates something else. From a distance you see her mouth opening wide as if to moan loudly.

Michael slaps your back and bellows with laughter. "Haha, wow, the heat, the sweat... I thought you were really empathizing, but no! It was your penis doing all the work eh?"

Well that's a little embarassing. You attempt to get the girl back on her feet before a bystander sees what is going on.

"Relax, buddy..." Michael begins reassuring you. He offers little comfort as several other female joggers come Rose's way. You struggle to empathize and take control. How should you do it? Rose is horny as fuck right now, does that mean that you have to think horny? That doesn't make sense! Should you think about her exercise? That wouldn't make sense either!

Amazingly, the troop of pedestrians run by without so much as looking down at the **** Rose. What happened?

Michael explains. "C'mon, you didn't think I was going to let you try this on any random person, did you?" You look at him confusedly. "Look around. It's not a busy day in the park. Pretty much everyone here is under my influence just a little. All those joggers? Mine. Your target? Mine too. So chill."

"Man, I couldn't even control a handicapped target?" you mutter.

"Don't say that. You did. Your desires just got the better of you. For now, concentrate on the girls, not yourself. Make sure that you can separate the two. You want the girls, but first you've gotta BE the girls. Then it will get easier. That might mean that you need to get sex out of your head for awhile. It's going to cloud your mind." Hersh offers a sympathetic look, knowing that you might be disappointed.

"But didn't you say that people can resist? That getting someone to do what she isn't used to is a challenge? I just got this girl to touch herself in public! Doesn't that count for something?"

Hersh is hysterical. "Wow, hot shot, now, huh? You said it yourself just a moment ago. That was a handicapped target. She <i>is</i> used to that; you can thank me for that."

Looking to the distant jogging path, you see Rose back on her feet and running as if nothing had happened.