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You follow your sister home and barge into her room. She's putting on bra. "What the fuck?!" she screams. "Get out!"

You whip out the watch and put her under. "Morgan," you say, "Any time you hear me say 'deep sleep,' you will go into this trance. Now, you hate wearing bras and panties. They itch, and you don't care why; you just hate wearing them. You also like to wear skirts and t-shirts or pull over tops. Any time you catch someone looking at your chest, you will pull up your shirt, smile, and happily say, 'look at me pretty titties.' As soon as you do that, you will feel like a complete idiot and have no idea why you did it. Any time someone behind you whistles or cat calls you, you will bend over, flip up the back of your skirt and waggle your bare ass for few seconds before you realize you're acting like a complete idiot."

You smile at your entranced sister. You see her vanity, full of makeup and hair care products. She was always prim and proper when it came to her appearance. "Morgan, you know big hair is sexy hair. You must have the biggest hair in school, and time you look in the mirror, you will think your hair is not big enough. Also, you love wearing purple lipstick, lots of blush, and lots of baby blue eye shadow. You know that is a very, very sexy look, and anyone who says otherwise is just jealous. You also love giving your female friends and classmates advice on their hair, clothes, and make up. You will always try to find a flaw in how they look, and you know it's your duty to point it out."

You chuckle a bit. Not only will your sister be an exhibitionist with no self control, but she'll make herself up like a Dallas hooker and soon alienate all of her friends.

"Wake!"

"Get out you fucking perve!"

"Fine, I was just checking on you. You do know it's not normal to walk around naked and flash your tits and pussy...."

Morgan picks up a shoe and hurls it at you. You duck, so it missed your head.

"Fine, I'll leave!" you say walking out into the hall and shutting the door. You hear it lock behind you, and you double over in laughter.