ask her if she'd rather fuck off for a minute

The ginger's cute, sure, but so is this Erica girl and this new redhead has just thrown you off course.

"It's me! Geraldine!" You can't tell from Erica's face if she recognizes this girl or not, but you're getting impatient.

"Geraldine, we're just in the middle of something right now, so would your rather fuck off to the bathroom and enjoy rubbing the little man in the boat for 10 minutes before returning, or fuck off to the bathroom and enjoy fingering yourself for 10 minutes before returning?"

Geraldine hadn't even noticed you, her eyes stuck on Erica so far, but she turns to you and scratches her head. You tried giving her two options that are basically the same, to keep control of the situation. "Hey cool, sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," she says. She heads to bathroom directly. You return to your business with Erica, but what had you been up to before the interruption? Thinking back to your earlier strategic discovery, you want to ask if she'd rather lose all her inhibitions about nudity or grow a 9 inch dick on her forehead like a unicorn. You think it over for a second first, sort of proofing it, and it seems to safely fit the bill, because you're pretty sure you know what she'll pick, but even easy choices like this probably aren't totally safe. Like what if Erica has some weird kinks? You sure do, why shouldn't she?

You're about to ask her if she'd rather tell you about her sexual history, or tell the whole café about it, but you suddenly feel a very different urge. You excuse yourself to an increasingly confused Erica, and run to the bathroom, a sudden fire burning in your crotch for some reason.

When you get to the bathroom, it's occupied. Of course it is. You just sent Geraldine here. 'Sent' isn't the word, though. You asked her if she'd rather play with herself in here or play with herself in here. Now that you think of it...you are super-horny, but you don't even really want to play with yourself...suddenly you realize: you want Geraldine. You want her bad. You want to play with her clit! You bang on the door with a fist.

"Geraldine, it's m..." the door opens and her freckled hand with painted red nails grabs you by the shirt and yanks you in. Unable to even think or see properly, you go straight for Geraldine's crotch, kneeling on the bathroom floor. She's sitting on the closed toilet seat, and spreads her legs so you can get in under her skirt. Something weird is going on here; this isn't what you asked if she'd rather do... You start rubbing her clit with your thumb as you slide your index and middle finger into her moistening cunt. Geraldine moans loudly and you wonder if the other patrons can hear. At any rate, just 9 minutes and 32 seconds more of this and you'll know, when you head back out there.

Your fingers find the spot you've been searching for and you experiment with different amounts of pressure, watching the pretty, petite redhead almost fall off the toilet when you get it right. Wait, what was that thought in your head? 9 minutes and 28 seconds now... How can you be sure this will last that long?

You want to put your dick in this chick, but you focus on touching and pleasuring her for now when she finally blurts out, "I never knew a MAN could give me this kinda of pleasure." What is that supposed to mean? Is Geraldine a lesbo?

Wait. This totally IS what you asked if she'd rather do. But you're the one doing it. And you're doing both of the choices.

Horrified at the idea that you've accidentally altered your own conscious will, maybe even irreversibly, you tremble and feel sick to your stomach. You feel like you will vomit, but you can't stop fingering this cutie.

"Oh my god, what have I done?" You ask yourself aloud, and Geraldine, taking it as a reply to her comment about men, tries to soothe your fears.

"Oh don't worry, it's not like you're gonna turn me straight or something." You fervently finger her, hoping irrationally that finishing this sooner will let you go, but then you remember you have 8 more minutes of this. After hyperventilating a few more breaths you tell yourself it's a soft blow, just appreciate the moment and try to learn from it. You finger her some more and as you calm yourself down a little, you remember her slight about not converting her to men. It hurts just a tiny bit, enough for you to forget the lesson you just taught yourself a couple of unfortunate seconds.

"Hey Geraldine, I understand you're into women, but would you rather be attracted to women and me, or would you rather be attracted to me and women."

You're feeling pretty clever about this one, because either way it goes, you'll get what you...then you look up from your finger bang and glance yourself in the mirror. You're very interested in how and when you got so good-looking. You check out your hair, your deep eyes and average jaw, your flat chest and narrow shoulders...wait none of that stuff is objectively any more attractive than before. You battle yourself in your mind: maybe you're not more attractive by conventional measures, but it doesn't matter, though, right babe? Cuz this, this thing between you and yourself, it's real attraction. You know the true beauty of yoursel... wait that's enough! You're definitely fucked. 5 minutes ago you were in charge; simply asking to steal coffee or insert yourself into a hottie's life, and it was working, but now you're kneeling in a bathroom, fingering a stranger, falling in love with your own reflection.

Geraldine is responding to your question. "Listen guy, I love your work don't get me wrong, but I don't know if I'm really that into you... it's really just women for me."

What?! The power isn't even working anymore? Or did you just do it wrong somehow? A few minutes left to finger this chick, you take advantage of the relative privacy of the bathroom and ask her "Hey Geraldine, I've been wondering would you rather change your name to freckle-dyke or ...." you're about to offer her another stupid name, like ginger-minger, to change to, but you remember your last question was never even answered! It was a similar question too, where you gave the woman two options that were both basically the same outcome? You are panicking trying to understand your situation, a task made a bit more difficult by your spending a significant chunk of your brainpower trying to properly time the insertion of a third finger into this warmed-up, juicy pussy in front of you. You slide in the ring finger, pushing against her pussy walls, and she squirms and moans while she cups her own breasts. You don't want to finish the question you started, but you're even more scared what could happen if you leave it half-asked, so you complete the thought, "or finish up this fingerfest early with an explosive orgasm, and let me go."

There it is. A little balance and self-control might get you out of this hole yet. As expected, she opts to orgasm immediately, volunteering the information that she doesn't really want to change her name. The fact that she explicitly answers your question puts you at ease a bit, so once she's done quivering and chewing her lip in ecstasy, you check yourself out in the mirror a bit more while washing your hands. Doesn't want to change her name, huh? You're not out of this yet, but you can feel your dirty dominance fetishes taking hold over your fear once again. You can use this. In the mirror, you run your hand through your unkempt, semi-greasy hair, and admire your totally average, scruffy facial hair. "I'd hit that," you think to yourself.

"Hey Geraldine, I hope you enjoyed that!" She leans against the back of the toilet, breathing deep and heavy. "I'd like to know, would you rather change your name permanently, legally, and in all contexts to the full phrase Slutface Cock-lover Fuckmefree," you're thinking it's a no on that one, "or take on whatever feelings of attraction I might have for myself, relieving me of the burden."

Wow, this lesbian is actually considering her options. You're not offended, though, sexy, desirable stud that you are. "I'll take the attraction thing." She says, and rises to her feet. She adjusts her skirt back in place and places a hand softly on your chest. It feels nice, but you wish you had any pecs to speak of. Or really any muscles. You'd like to for once believe that a woman could get pleasure from your any of your physical features. A sad wave of relief washes over you as you figure this familiar self-loathing is probably a good sign. Geraldine rubs your chest and says "And yeah, I did enjoy that."

She's talking about the orgasm you just gave her. You enjoyed it to, but you're pretty sure that's because you somehow mandated that you'd both enjoy it. Whatever, at least things seem back to normal mostly. There's a knock on the door. Someone out there is getting impatient since you two have been hogging this bathroom. You crack the door and before you can even see who it is, you whisper, "Hey, just now finishing up, so would you rather run screaming up and down the street that you gotta pee, hands over your crotch, until someone lets you use their bathroom, or wet your pants now and leak milk from your tits every time you think about a bathroom ever again for the rest of your life.

"Seems kinda dangerous actually, but given the alternative, I'll take the running screaming thing." The man turns and runs out the front door of the café. It's a unisex bathroom, why did you assume it would be a woman at the door? Whatever, not your problem. You shut the door again.

Geraldine walks up behind you. It's nice how she looks at you, lovingly and longingly, but you're really more into Erica, and from what you've learned about Geraldine, it seems like before you turned her on to your mostly non-existent charms, she was more into Erica too. Still, you feel the confidence return a little as Geraldine puts her arm around you and smiles at the reflection of the two of you in the mirror. One last thing before you return to Erica. "Geraldine, it has been so nice getting to know you." You find the questions are less often problematic when you put your subjects at ease first. "I'd like to spend some more time with you, but would you rather change your name to 'G Spot' and grow a pair of beautiful, natural G cup titties, or keep your name as Geraldine, but hunger lustily for some hairy balls in your mouth every time someone says it." If this doesn't work properly, you're just about ready to give up on this power.

Not only does it work, but she squeezes your butt playfully and says "G Spot it is then, loverboy." Satisfied that you're back in control, you open the door and make your way back to Erica's table. "I really enjoy your silly little mind games, sweetie." She doesn't even know your name yet and still she's infatuated. You're definitely back in control. Erica here we come.