Get her to trust you

The most important part of any transformation is getting the person to trust you. They have to know you, share your feelings, and relate their pasts in order to know that you won’t hurt them. They’ll share their darkest secrets, their greatest hopes, and they’ll begin to seek your advice. After all that is accomplished, you use all of that against them. Its deceitful, its evil, and they never see it coming. Trust, it’s an amazing thing.

Now, I had already gone on a dates with Amy, but other than the movies, the dinners, and the peck on the lips, we really hadn’t gotten to know each other. That was all going to change on our next date.

I had met Amy at her Church, after Sunday services. Instead of taking her out to eat, I proposed that we take a walk through the park. We had some small talk concerning people from work, the latest service, and about the new week starting. It was pretty clear that Amy wasn’t the most social of creatures since she usually stuck to short sentences and was a fan of awkward silences. I decided to use this to my advantage.

“Listen, Amy. About the other night…” I took a breath. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to **** that kiss on you. What I mean is…” Amy stopped walking and looked down at the floor in embarrassment. Her stringy hair blew in the slight breeze and couldn’t help but wonder if the girl had any idea what a brush was.

“I just wanted to let you know that, I understand. We don’t have to keep going out if you don’t want to.” Amy looked up at me. Her eyes were a little wide and she seemed stunned at this sudden turn of events.

“Wait. What?” She asked in shock.

“No, it’s ok. I should have known from the beginning that you weren’t interested. I mean, you don’t even trust me enough to tell me about yourself.” I took a few steps away from her and looked around at the park setting.

“Wait….” She took a step towards me. She almost reached out to grab my arm, but quickly put it back down at her side. “I…it’s just really hard for me to trust…men in general.”

“If we’re going to keep dating Amy, maybe you should start to trust me.” I turned towards her and did my best to look lovingly into her eyes. In the back of my mind I just wondered how I was going to get that crooked nose of hers fixed.

Amy’s eyes became teary and she nodded. I cradled her chin and moved in close. Almost close enough to kiss her on the lips, but I didn’t. I wanted her to slowly grow to want it more badly than I wanted her. “Now, tell me everything.” I whispered.

Amy and I walked around the park for the next few hours. She began to recount her childhood while I pretended to listen intently. Most of the time I merely envisioned ravaging this young woman and slapping the wonderful curves of her ass that had been the catalyst for bringing me so far. When their was a subject that I found interesting, I prodded with a few questions. When she skipped around the subject I would mutter something about her not trusting me and she eventually would let a few details slip; even if they were just enough for me to re-create the story for myself.

What I learned from those few details helped teach me a little bit about the way Amy was. Apparently Amy’s mother, Susan, was quite a promiscuous woman in her younger years which eventually led to Amy being born out of wedlock. Susan worked at a diner to support herself, her child, and a long line of dead beat boyfriends. As a result, Amy went without proper health care for a lot of her childhood which, I surmised, resulted itself in a terrible case of scarring chicken pox and poor dental work.

Her nose was broken when was she was thirteen. It was the result of an argument with one of her mother’s boyfriends who didn’t take too kindly to being called “a prick”. I figured that it was never properly straightened since that would require them to go to the hospital and inquiring doctors would want to know what happened. Instead, she had to live with it. Fortunately that was the last straw for Susan. After a few weeks, the boyfriend was gone and Amy and her mother found religion. From then on their life took a turn for the better.

“Thanks for listening,” Amy said as I walked her up to her door. “It... it feels really nice to tell someone. Like a weight's been lifted off my shoulders.” She smiled at me and I saw the potential in her face. I could imagine that smile after I came all over her face.

“It was a pleasure.” I leaned in a little bit so that our bodies were close. “And I think you’re beautiful.” I whispered. I almost moved in for the kiss, but pulled away from her. Then I walked towards my car with a smile on my face. Always leave them wanting more.

      Now that she trusted me a little bit, it was time to get to work on her body. It would be delicate though. I didn’t want to make it seem as if I wanted to change her. She needed to want to change herself. Already a few ideas swirled around my head.