A hands-on lesson in relationships

[I](A bit of context: I am trying to go for a 'The road to hell is paved with good intentions' kind of story, where the owner of the wish-bone doesn't immediately decide to ignore the moral implications in favor of pursuing his pleasure. I enjoy those too, but wanted to try something different. So no moral judgement from my side.)[/I]

When Jake returned carrying a small gym bag, Dave was sitting on the couch in the middle of the room while his mother was slowly pacing near the bedroom door, looking just like she did before Jakes visit.

The **** glare she leveled at Jake left no doubt about the fact, that her mind was back to normal too, and she knew everything that had been done to her.

For a moment Jake looked like he wanted to bolt instead of facing his fate, but Dave clenching his fist around the wishbone and telling him "Close the door and come in." made the decision for him. When his friend opened his mouth to plead or defend himself Dave cut him off with a gesture and pointed to a chair that stood in the middle of the room, halfway between the couch and the television

"Just shut up and stand beside this chair. I am not in the mood to listen to any bullshit right now."

Laura, Daves' mother shifted her glare from Jake to her son "Language." before frying to burn a hole into Jakes skull with her eyes again.

Dave accepted the admonishment with a weary "Sorry, mom. " before telling Jake "Just leave the bag wherever. It's not important right now."

Once Jake was sitting, Dave gave him a curt nod and picked up a sheet of paper from the table in front of the couch "I will be brief. Since I am not the one you wronged, my mom will handle most of your punishment. I just want to make sure you don't try to weasel out of it.

So here is how this will work:

Every time you find a loophole you could exploit to circumvent the spirit of whatever punishment mom gives you or find a possibility to turn the tables on us, you will be unable to bring yourself to go through with it, no matter how much you want to.

Whenever mom accompanies a request or suggestion with 'Do it for Dave.' you will **** yourself to follow whatever course of action she suggests as best as you can, no matter how you feel about it. You will never make the mental connection between the phrase and your sudden obedience.

You can not bring yourself to kill or seriously injure me, mom or yourself.

You can move around freely, but will take all reasonable steps to ensure you sleep under the same roof as me.

You accept that the wishing-bone is mine and will take all reasonable steps to prevent someone else from taking it, beginning with never revealing it's existence to anyone outside this room.

Now as soon as you sit down on that chair, you will continue to follow all the commands I gave you since you reentered the house , but you will not recall me giving them. Instead you will rationalize following them on your own accord, no matter how tempting it is to do otherwise.

Now sit down until mom tells you to get up and feel free talk again if you want."

Laura had stopped pacing while Dave dealt with his former friend, and was standing slightly to the left and behind her son. Her hands resting lightly on the back of the couch, she stared down at Jake who probably felt like he was standing before a judge. Which wasn't far from the truth.

"I have known you and your family since you were in grade school" Laura said in a hard voice" and I really thought your mother would have raised you better.

If nothing else, living with three sisters should have taught you that women are people first and objects of desire a very VERY distant second.

But as things stand I can not condone you living under the same roof as these lovely young ladies."

"I would NEVER look at them like that!" Jake protested.

"Even if that is true, " Lauras tone made it clear she didn't think that was the case "your mother would die of shame if she ever found out what you did today. So Dave went over to your house house, to fetch the things you asked him to get. He said your family will be very upset when they find out that you eloped with a girl you met online, but will accept it surprisingly quickly. Because as things stand it's probably best if you disappeared."

Jakes eyes widened at that revelation "Oh god! You are going to kill me." he whispered and a moment later a wet spot started to spread on his jeans.

"We are not going to **** you, you idiot." Laura snapped "I am not a monster.",

Dave meanwhile rose with a sigh "Should have seen this coming. I'll get something to clean up."

"You will be living with us for a bit." his mother clarified "While I give you an object-lesson in how to treat a woman right. If I am satisfied you learned your lesson you can crawl back to your family telling them some sob-story on how eloping didn't work out. "

"You want me to fuck you again?" It seemed Jake was not very good at reading the mood, because his eyes darted to Dave who had just returned from the kitchen, a roll of paper towels in hand "Did you...you know..." he glanced meaningfully at the hand still clutching the wishbone.

Before Dave had time to come up with any suitable rebuke to the sheer gall of the insinuation, jakes gaze went back to Daves mother and he flinched. Jake probably hadn't seen the expression on Lauras face since he and Dave had grown out of their rebellious teenage stage, but he evidently remembered that the tight little smile and deceptively calm breathing meant that Daves mother was now beyond angry, and truly pissed.

Seeing his friend take a sudden intense interest in his feet and try to make himself as small as possible, Dave decided to let his mother take it from here.

Besides, he HAD used the wishbone to alter his mothers mind, so any protest would feel hollow. He had done it to ensure his mother wasn't traumatized by her experience. Remembering it would be like reading an extremely detailed transcript of everything that happened to her while she was Bunny, without forcing her to relive the experience. He had also made sure his mother wouldn't question the fact that the wishbone belonged to Dave, after she had made a grab for it to go after Jake on the spot. And after that he had used the bone to steer the topic of punishment away from forcing Jake to cut off his own dick to finding something a bit more constructive.

True, he had been subtle and tried to respect his mothers wishes as much as possible, but that didn't change the fact that he had mucked around with her head, too.

So he felt a pang of guilt when Laura assured his friend „He did not. The idea of touching you makes my skin crawl.“ her smile widened slightly ” You need someone closer to your age, you actually have something in common with. ”

They hadn’t really rehearsed this part, but the setup was to perfect for Dave not to use this as his cue to bump the roll of paper towels against Jakes shoulder to get his attention.

By the way Jakes eyes widened before he snatched the roll and hastily averted his gaze, Dave guessed he had understood the implications. “Dave? Really!? No offense man, but you never even got past first base. I mean, with the bone....? Sure. I could see that.” Or not.

At this point Dave was wondering if his friend really didn’t know where this was going or was just in denial.

He was just about to set the record straight, but once again Laura proved faster “It is starting to reek in here. I think we should give your friend some private time in the bath. ”

It seemed his mother wanted to draw this out a bit longer. Feeling the wishbone grow warm once again he told his friend, who was using the tissues to mop up his mess “Jake, you are told to get up get up you will go to the bathroom and take a shower. We can’t have anyone recognize you while you stay here, so I want you to take the opportunity to say goodbye to your current body and life.

Try to take in how all it’s different parts feel and look, and commit it to memory.

As long as you are out of the bathroom in under an hour and clean up any mess afterwards you don’t have to spent the entire time in there under the shower.

Since it might be some time until you can enjoy it again I will throw in an added bonus: you can grow hard at will while you are in there. If masturbate you will be able to recall what it was like to have sex with a woman in extremely vivid detail.

I want you to be able to hold onto your identity. So every time someone calls you Jake out loud, even if you just whisper it to yourself, you will be able to recall everything that happened in the bathroom with perfect clarity. The one you explore in the bathroom will be the only body you are familiar with and whatever you imagine while playing with yourself will be what sex should feel like in your mind. Your expectations to how other people will treat you, will also go back to the ones you had before meeting the demon.

You will not loose your memories of anything that happened between now and when someone calls you Jake, but it will be as if you had read them in a book instead of experiencing it yourself.”

Without drawing on the power of the bone he added “That way you have a reset-button if you do not like who you are becoming.”

Going by the grateful look on his face, Jake didn't realize yet that it also meant he would never get used to his new life while he was reminded of his old one.

“Doesn't that sound lovely.” Laura agreed with grim satisfaction “But we can talk about your new life after your shower. So get up, and get clean. Dave will leave some of his clothes in front of the door when you are done.”

Once he heard the bathroom-door close, Dave sighed “You are going to call him Jake a lot, aren’t you? ” he asked and bent down to mop at the wet stains that remained of Jakes accident.

“I will.” She agreed ”You insisted that he gets to keep his rotten personality, so he can deal with the consequences.”

"You insisted on punishment. " he raised a hand to forestall her next argument "and I get where you are coming from, but that only makes sense if he's still the same person who has done it. "

And just like that, the two were back to debating the same points they had during the two hours it had taken Jake to plunder his accounts. Aside from Daves short trip down the road to get some of Jakes personal effects and make sure his family wouldn't raise a fuss over his disappearance, the two had argued back and forth, what to do with Jake. As it turns out most ethics never took into account, the possibility to just empty out someones brain and fill it up with a completely different person.

By the time Jake came out of the bathroom, the debate had petered off again and mother and son were brooding over their next steps.

"So. I finished my ritual cleansing and am ready to get a new face." apparently Jake had regained his mental footing during his time alone. Dave had always admired the way his friend hid insecurities behind a mask of bravado, instead of retreating into himself the way Dave did, "So? So you already have your eyes on any girl in particular? I am eager to watch the master at work. "

Dave just smirked "You will do more than watch."

"Huh?"

"I said you need an object lesson in how to treat your partner right." Linda helpfully explained "I intend for this lesson to be VERY hands-on."

Jake looked at his friend in shock "You are gay? If you are that's okay but.... I mean I don't....."