Yes

Mrs Shane sat down and pressed a random key.

Welcome, user, to the World Processor.

New user detected.

Please enter user's name.

Mrs Shane typed in "Dorothy Shane" and her name was saved into the device.

Would Dorothy Shane like to remember the changes made by this user?

Dorothy typed 'Yes', frowning at the odd question. What was this strange device that her son was hiding from her?

Welcome, Dorothy Shane. How would you like to change the world?

Change the world? Dorothy typed the first thing that came into her mind.

0000: Starting now, when a son is alone with his mother he will confess any secrets he is keeping without consciously realizing what he is saying.

Dorothy pressed ENTER and the screen flashed.

Nothing happened. Well, Dorothy thought, either this was a toy that did nothing in the real world, or she would find out all about it when her son came home. She decided to leave the device alone for the moment.

That afternoon, Dorothy was sitting in the lounge room reading when Timothy walked in.

"Hi Mum," said Timothy. "I have a massive boner right now from women flashing me on my walk home."

"Hi Timothy," said Dorothy vaguely.

Wait, what had he just said? Women flashing was normal, particularly at horny teenage boys - but a guy saying, especially to his mother, that he had a boner was just weird.

Dorothy looked up to see Timothy holding his schoolbag at an awkward angle in front of him... almost as if he believed she didn't already know about the boner he'd just told her about.

And he was still spilling secrets to her: "Women didn't used to routinely flash men until I altered reality using a weird reality-writing machine called the World Processor. Somehow it appeared in my bedroom last night, and it actually works."

Dorothy fought herself to keep a straight face - little did Timothy know how the same machine was working on him right now! "Sounds like you had an interesting day, dear. Tell me more."

"My date with Candice was a disaster," Timothy confessed. "She caught me looking at a woman whose tits were practically falling out of her top. Back then that wasn't considered normal and harmless, and Candice said I was a creep for looking. So when I found the World Processor, I typed in 'Women flashing their desirable body parts or undergarments at men when enough interest is shown and/or as a casual gesture of farewell is seen as a harmless social norm.'"

Dorothy tried to imagine a world where women weren't allowed to flash and men weren't allowed to look. What a strange, horrible, repressed society that must have been! So far she had refrained from asking any questions, afraid Timothy might become conscious of their conversation if she did, but she was so curious now she couldn't resist.

"Why was that considered harmful?" she asked.

"I guess the women not being looked at felt jealous, and the women being looked at sometimes felt sexually harassed," said Timothy. "But I think ogling women is just a harmless turn-on that men should be allowed to enjoy."

"Well, you were right," said Dorothy reflexively. But then, she considered, of course she would think that in Timothy's changed world. In the world she couldn't remember, she might have felt the same way about ogling that she felt about behaviors considered sexual harassment in her world, such as catcalling. So which attitude was the right one? God, this was confusing.

"Anyway," Timothy continued. "I had no idea the World Processor worked until I was leaving for school, when you turned and flashed your panties for me."

Dorothy considered the countless times she'd flashed her son without a thought. Of course she'd long been aware that he ogled her when she flashed him - that was pretty much the point of flashing and she'd always seen it as harmless fun. But she wasn't sure if she still thought that now it turned out it was a sexual fantasy he'd brought to life.

"By the way, Mum," added Timothy. "I think you have an amazing ass, and a hot body in general. I often jerk off to your pics and shoot loads all over them."

Though it was strange to hear him talking about his masturbation habits, Dorothy was nowhere near as shocked by this confession as she would have been in the old world. It was unsurprising that a boy who liked to ogle a woman in public would masturbate to her pics in private, even if that woman was his own mother. Indeed, out of habit she responded to the sexual compliment by casually getting out one tit for him to ogle.

"Fuck, you have great tits," said Timothy, ogling her exposed tit. "All day, women and girls have been flashing me, and the more turned on I got, the more of them did it. I'm not used to it like everyone else. It's making me so horny, I had to jerk off in the school toilets. So now I've rushed home to get back to the World Processor and make some change that will give me an outlet for all that sexual desire."

"What change?" inquired Dorothy.

"I've thought of so many amazing possibilities I don't know which one to try first," said Timothy. "But right now, looking at your tits, I'm leaning toward making it normal for mothers to fuck their sons. I'd have a hot woman to stick my dick in whenever I'm at home."

Now Dorothy was truly shocked. How could her son come up with such a perverted idea, to effectively **** his own mother through mind control? Or would it be harmless if she thought it was okay, like the way she was flashing her tit?

Should she try to stop him, and if so how? Should she let him change her reality and consequently her mind? Or should she wait and see if Timothy had any more secrets to confess, such as more perverted ideas for changing the world?