(Badly) Controlled Nudism

You wake up the next day not entirely convinced that everything that happened in the previous 24 hours wasn't all just some beautiful dream. It certainly didn't seem like it could genuinely have happened. Your forever crush willingly gave you complete power to do literally anything you wanted to her. You then made a few, in your mind at least, minor and harmless tweaks to her likes and passions and, by the end of the night, she was straddling you naked as the pair as you made out. Definitely a dream, right?

Except, in an actual dream, you probably would have fucked it all up by needlessly declaring your undying love for her and creeping her out. Also, you can vaguely remember the actual dream you had, where you were on some sort of fishing expedition with Ryan Seacrest.

Your phone buzzes. It is from Maisie, and your emotional reaction to it is mixed.

Hey, I'm coming over to play again. Your lazy ass had better be up and ready for me when I get there!

You are instantly back in Maisie obsessive mode, trying to decode any hidden nuance behind what, on the surface, seems to be a very straightforward message that she probably tapped out in thirty seconds without much thought. This is an early start for Maisie who, despite her jibe, is ordinarily a later riser than you. So your declaration of love hasn't made her any less keen on seeing you. Or maybe she is just keen to use your consoles, since she is now an avid gamer who doesn't have one of her own. Every word is carefully analysed - "coming over to play", "up and ready for me" - does that sound flirtatious, or literal? Overall, you can't help feeling the text gives off a buddy vibe. Certainly it didn't have the feel of having come from someone you were on the verge of fucking the previous evening. At the very least you would have hoped for a couple of kisses.

You begin to panic a little. Have you really messed up what you almost had that badly? Got yourself friend zoned again the moment you finally left that sorry place? Is what happened between you and Maisie last night to remain a one off, to be forever recalled and masturbated over but never repeated? You can't let that stand. You are going to have to use the curse to make another tweak or two to get things back on track. It feels a little early in the morning to be altering someone's personality, but it isn't like it will be anything major. Just something to shift her mood back into the realm of the romantic when she is around you. You quickly bash out a text.

Maisie, from now on you will prefer to be naked when you are with me. It will just seem normal and natural to you, and wearing clothes will feel restrictive and unnecessary. But you will only feel this way when we are spending time together, at all other times you will dress as normal. You will delete this message once you have read it and forget ever having received it.

Your phone quickly buzzes with a response.

Gotcha!

You do realise this command is a little stronger than the ones you had given up until now, but Maisie seemed to be having so much fun being naked around you last night and you can't just play strip Mario Kart with her endlessly, much as you would like to. You don't even like to think of these personality adjustments as commands anyway. More like strong suggestions, though admittedly ones she is utterly compelled to obey to the letter.

Around twenty minutes or so later your doorbell rings. You almost pass out at the sight that awaits you when you pull open your front door.

Maisie is standing there fully naked, like it is the most natural thing in the world.

Holy shit! Apparently she got your text before she left her house. In your mind you envisioned Maisie stripping off once she had arrived and was safely behind closed doors. Perhaps you didn't caveat your command, or rather your strong suggestion, quite as carefully as you had thought. You were half asleep when you sent that text after all, and you can't now remember what it said or check, because you deleted it as, to the untrained eye, it may have seemed weird. Her car is parked right outside at least, so hopefully she didn't expose herself to too many people on the journey here. You try to encourage Maisie indoors, but evidently she has other plans.

"We need to pick up some new games. Your collection is a little thin at the moment, let's go!" she encourages you, tugging at your arm.

"Come inside, I can download anything you want to play" you attempt to reason with her.

"Nah, real gamers keep it physical. Come in, GameStop is only on the high street and it's a beautiful day, we can walk there in ten minutes!"

And with that she is skipping off ahead of you, bare ass naked in the sun. Can you still get arrested for public nudity even if you are a hot girl. or was it just creepy guys that law applied to? It looked like you would soon find out.