Begin her transformation into your partner in crime

“To answer your question,” you begin, licking your fingers clean of bacon grease, “I actually was thinking of skipping class today.” Truth be told, you hadn’t woken up that morning with the explicit intention of doing so, but now with the power at your disposal, there was no need to spend it slaving away writing a math exam. You glance at the clock, wondering where your friends were. It wasn’t like Nick and Violet to be running late.

“Do you want me to call and confirm your absence?” your mom asks, putting her spatula down and brushing her apron.

The initiative catches you off guard, your improved mom much more gun-ho than you’d initially thought. “Sure, thanks mom.”

She flashes you a smile. “Anything for you sweety.” Without another word, your mother rushes out of the kitchen, disappearing in search of her phone to make the call.

“When the hell did you get her wrapped around your finger like that?” Ashley asks, watching incredulously as your mother left you and your siblings alones.

“Don’t know,” you say grinning, happy to finally have something over Ashley. “I guess I’m just the favorite.”

“No shit,” Julie sighs next to you, finishing the last of her breakfast. She leans back into her chair and stretches, exposing her midriff as she raises her hands.

You watch Julie from the corner of your eye, enjoying the simple sight of her. Your sister wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous, but she was still very pretty, fitting in nicely with the other miscreants at school. Her long auburn hair was a disheveled mess, your sister not having taken the time to properly groom herself yet. You knew she wasn’t in a rush though; she typically left later than you and your friends due to the fact that you walked while she drove to school.

“Anyway,” she continued, darting to her feet in an instant. “I need to get ready. Not everyone has the luxury of skipping their math tests in favor of playing Age of Empires all day.”

“I will do no such thing!” you shoot back, faking being offended at the accusation. Your sister just chuckles and ignores your statement, a clear sign indicating that she didn’t believe you, and exits the kitchen just like your mother did.

Across from you, it’s evident Ashley had something to say, especially given the fact that Julie left without acknowledging her, a by-product of the constant bickering between your two sisters. However, it seemed your command to remain civil won out because she remained quiet, her newly-found submissiveness towards you quickly kicking in as the two of you found yourselves alone once more.

Liking this side of Ashley more and more, you quickly decide to change her further, building upon what you’ve already established. Grabbing the pencil once more, you reopen the notebook and navigate back to where you’ve changed reality.

“Um…” you hear her whisper before you, your sister clearly trying to gather the courage to address you. You raise an eyebrow at her and she looks away, unable to meet your gaze. You wonder if she has something to say, and whether it’ll be civil or filled with her usual attitude.

“What’s the book for?” she eventually asks, her small voice reflected in her intimidated posture.

“That’s none of your concern” you say sternly, dismissing the possibility of her discovering the powers you now have at your disposal. “Don’t ever inquire about this book again.”

You almost chuckle at how fast she nods. The Ashley of yesterday would have never let you treat her like this. You grin, wanting more, and soon find yourself jotting down the words that will provide just that.

Ashley Haverty will find herself increasingly incapable of making decisions for herself, resolving to asking her brother for help.

Considering your wording, you wonder how this change will manifest itself in the long term. While it definitely had potential to grow out of control, you could easily just remove it if it ever did. On the other hand, it could also blossom beautifully and result in a brand new relationship with your older sister. The possibilities seemed endless.

“Can I go now?” Ashley asks, still unable to look at you. “Breakfast is over” she offers as a weak explanation. You know the real reason why she wants to leave.

You nod, dismissing her without a word. Already you’re trying to figure out how to turn this power on Julie, Ashley all but forgotten from your conscious mind. The girl, like the two other, leaves without a word, leaving you alone at least. Seems like she doesn’t want to spend more time alone with you than necessary.

With just a handful of changes, a new family dynamic was quickly starting to take shape. Ashley, your once bitchy and commanding older sister, had found a new place following your orders. Overtime, she’ll come to trust you in regards to every aspect of her life, a role you’re looking forward to filling. As for your mom, she runs the risk of coddling you to ****, spoiling you rotten because her happiness is now linked to yours. After all, how can she be happy if you’re not? If Ashley was to become your servant, your mother was shaping up to become your loudest supporter.

Which left Julie and the role she’d fulfill in your new life. You knew you didn’t want her to submit like Ashley; you enjoy Julie’s playful attitude too much for that. Likewise, she wouldn’t make much of a supporter for the same reason; which left really only one option for her.

She was to become your partner in crime.

Satisfied with the idea, you bring pencil to paper and write out the beginnings of a brand new partnership, one that you were certain would one day take the world by storm.

Julie Haverty considered her brother to be her closest and best friend. Nothing is ever awkward between them, and she’s comfortable discussing anything with him.

Satisfied, you close the book and stretch, deciding to tackle the next item on your itinerary: finding out what the hell happened to your friends.

Putting the cold forgotten remnants of your breakfast away, you gather your belongings and begin your trek back to your room, intent on finding your phone. You pass your mother along the way, the older woman informing you of her success in cancelling your classes today, as well as reaffirming that your friends are more than welcome to join for more breakfast. You thank her with a smile and finish the journey upwards, passing empty bedrooms as you make you way to yours.

“Hey!” Julie’s head peeks out from behind a closed door, your sister having heard your footsteps approaching as you passed the washroom. “Got a minute?” she asks, glancing around.

“Sure,” you say, stopping. “What’s up?”

“I wanted to ask about Ashley. Did you do something to her?”

The question catches you off guard, a million thoughts cascading at once. Did your change somehow grant Julie the knowledge of what you’ve done? Does she know you pacified Ashley with nothing more than scratchings of graphite on some paper? “Um…” You begin stupidly, unsure how to approach the question. “What do you mean by-”

“Hurry up and come in, you goof!” she interrupts abruptly, glancing around once more. “I’m not dressed, and I don’t want mom seeing me half-naked.”

“You’re…. Not dressed?” you repeat, the statement even more unexpected than the one that came before it. While your change of Julie was having its intended effects, you hadn’t planned on confronting the reality of it so soon.

“God, you’re such a boy.” She exclaims with a roll of her eyes, her head vanishing as she retreats back into the washroom.

Judging by the open door, you conclude she does truly want you to enter the washroom with her, regardless of how inappropriate it may be. It seems that your change for Julie to be fully comfortable with you was working as intended. Given the specifics of what you wrote, even conversing with her while she’s half-naked wouldn’t be such a big deal, considering you essentially removed all awkwardness between the both of you.

Taking a deep breath, you march into the open room, closing the door behind you in order to provide a bit of privacy. You turn and immediately see the physical manifestation of the image that had captured your mind: your little sister Julie, wearing nothing except for a blue bra and matching panties.

Julie had a way of looking sexy without even seemingly trying. Her style was simple but perfectly suited for her frame, and it synergized excellently with her outgoing personality and optimism in life. It gave her the air of a fun-loving girl who could be friends with anyone, and it was one of the main reasons why you enjoyed spending so much time with her. Even now, half-naked and wearing nothing except her underwear, she seemed radiant, the last remnants of sleep having now faded from her system.

She was presently addressing her disheveled mane of hair, casually running a hairbrush in an attempt to get rid of whatever knots had formed in the night’s resulting bedhead. Your eyes however shift beyond your control, heading southwards as they zeroed in on her tits, kept aloft by the bra they were hiding behind. Julie didn’t have the largest bust, but it fit her frame nicely and always seemed to fill out whatever shirt she was wearing.

Seeing them now, they were definitely bigger than you’d imagined. You tried to quickly memorialize them in your mind before shifting your gaze even lower, admiring how much she kept herself in incredible shape before-

“Hey!” she exclaims, bringing you back to reality. “Eye’s up, don’t be weird.”

“Sorry” you mumble, following her instructions.

Thankfully, Julie doesn’t seem angry, just mildly annoyed, as though she’d expected this. “Go look at porn if you want to see tits,” she says with a laugh, her brush strokes continuous despite the interaction. “I didn’t bring you in here to give you a show, I want to talk about Ashley.”

“Right, Ashley” you say, shaking your head. There will be other opportunities to ogle Julie. Right now, you had to figure out how much she knows. “What about her?”

“How did you get her to be so afraid of you?” she asks, bluntly addressing her concerns without hesitating. “I felt her glaring at me as I was leaving and fully expected her to explode, but she didn’t. Instead, it was like she physically deflated. Is she always like this when you’re alone?”

You shrug, choosing to make it seem as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening. “Usually, yeah. She tends to clam up and become pretty submissive when it’s just the two of us.”

“No way,” she exclaims, disbelief written all over her face. “No wonder she’s such a bitch, it must drive her nuts.” Her brushing complete, she turns to inspect her work in the mirror, running her fingers through long strands of hair. “I take it you had something to do with why she wasn’t her usual self back there?”

“Yeah, I told her to be civil when mom left us alone to go wake you up.”

Julie nods once, leaning forward to move onto the next phase of her morning grooming - applying some light makeup. “Well go on then,” she continued, grabbing her kit. “Tell me. How’d you do it? What do you have on her?”

“Ahh…” What was there to tell? As much as you loved how open and comfortable Julie had become, you weren’t ready to disclose everything with her, if ever. How much could you push it? “Nothing. It’s always been like this. Just like how mom has always favored me; Ashley has always been a bitch because of how terrified she is of me when we’re alone together.” Julie flashes you a look that perfectly encapsulates how much she didn’t believe you. “Honest!”

“You’re a terrible liar” she states, refocusing on her makeup. The accusation makes you flinch. “Fine, don’t tell me.” She then says, dismissing the matter. “Whatever hold you have over Ashley doesn’t affect me. I’m just glad we can finally get her off our backs. It’s so exhausting continuously having to tiptoe around her.”

At that, you relax; finally discussing something less dangerous. “Agreed. And if I have my way, things will only get better for us from here on out.”

“Excellent!” She says, a broad smirk framing her face. “Oh, before you go,” she quickly adds, shifting the conversation topic. “Tell me, which bra do you think looks better?” Casting aside her makeup for a moment, she pivots and grabs a bra that was hanging off one of the racks behind her, something you hadn’t noticed when you first entered the washroom. Raising the item in question, she shows you a dark green bra, one not all that different from the blue was she was currently sporting.

“Why do you care?” you ask, both trying to seem casual despite the matter at hand and not understanding the significance behind the question. “No one will see it if you wear your sweater.”

“I care,” she offers as explanation, refusing to elaborate.

You sigh, not understanding or caring enough to probe further. “Whatever. Can I see what the green one looks like?” you ask, hopeful.

The question doesn’t even seem to phase her. “Sure” she replies, barely hesitating before reaching behind her back and unclasping the strap holding her blue bra in place. At once, her tits spring free, giving you a clear, unobstructed look of them in all their glory, nipples poking proudly in the washroom’s cold air.

The moment, however brief, leaves as suddenly as it arrived as Julie wastes no time in replacing the blue with the green, quickly adorning the second bra with the familiarity of someone who’d been wearing them all her life. Just like that, the pink flesh of her nipples are obscured once more, their memory forever stored in the depths of your mind.

“Well?” she says, twisting her upper torso to give you the best look you can.

“Can I see the blue one again?” you ask in return, trying to push your luck.

“You just want to see my tits again!” she accuses with a smile, catching on immediately. You don’t even try to deny it, returning her smirk with one of your own. Julie lets out a loud snort before pushing you while screaming “Get out!”, sending you crashing back into the door.

Not wanting to argue, you rush out with a laugh, chuckling as she slams the door closed behind you, disappearing from your view entirely. “I liked the blue one!” you yell back, unsure whether your opinion is even welcome at this point, but happily carry on anyway, finishing your original journey to your bedroom and leave Julie to her affairs.

There, you find the object you’d originally been looking for - your phone, with its screen indicating that you had in fact received something from your friends. A lone message from Violet.

“Hey, sorry we’re late! Sam was running late and Nick refused to leave without her. We’ll be there shortly. Save us some bacon!”

You nod to yourself, pocketing the phone. Samantha, Nick’s new girlfriend, had recently started joining you three on your morning walks to school, and had run late a couple times in the past. Seems today was no exception.

Still, knowing your friends were still a couple minutes away could prove to be a blessing. Still holding onto your new book, you feel its weight settling on your mind once more, the possibilities it provides virtually limitless. After modifying your family to your liking, you definitely feel it’s time to do the same to your friends before their late arrival.

Question is, what do you change?