The kitchen

After you get dressed, you go to the kitchen to make some breakfast. Your lesbian roommate Emely is sitting at the counter eating a bowl of cereal wearing nothing but a towel and waiting for her brown hair to dry.

“I had the craziest dream last night.” You tell her, while pouring a bowl of cereal. “I was told I can control what everybody wears.”

She paused with the spoon in the air. “But you can.”

“Really?” You replied in mild disbelief. “Since when?”

“Since this morning, silly. I couldn’t disobey if I tried!”

“Seriously?!”

“Yah! Just the thought of disobedience makes me nauseous.”

“So I can tell you how to dress and you will have to obey?” You say in a purposely sinister voice.

“Wait, what are you going to do? I thought we were friends.”

“Just kidding!” You joke.

“That is just mean!” And lightly hits your arm.

“But seriously, remember the thing you always wanted to do? With this new power, I can make it happen.” You remind her.