Maybe you can do some damage control?

I stand in the kitchen, not making a move for quite some time. I'm not really sure what I should even do at this point. It's not like I can go back. I'm too far in. And even if I could, would I want to? There might be a few things I would do differently, but overall, I really do enjoy a lot of what's happened since I got the remote. Does that make me a bad person? Probably. If I'm going to keep holding onto the remote, maybe I should just fully commit to it. Something to think about, I guess.

Well, I should probably find something to do. If I stand around here too much longer, Mom might find me all shaken up, and I can't see that ending well. I head back up the stairs, figuring that just waiting things out in my room is probably my best move. As I reach the top of the stairs, I try my best to stay as far away from Julia's room as possible. If she's in there crying, I don't want to hear it.

In my attempt to avoid Julia's room, I end up brushing past Michelle's room, where I hear something that's definitely not crying. I stop for a moment just to get a better listen. That sound. It sounds strangely... familiar. Kind of like... a certain experience I had outside a bathroom recently...

No. No way. There's no way that's what she's doing in there. It's probably just her working on my homework. But it sounds nothing like that. I have to know. I really should try to lay low because of Julia right now, but my curiosity has gotten the better of me. I'll just do it really quickly. Just to be sure.

I grab the door knob and find that it's still unlocked. Not surprising given I just came out of there. I slowly turn the handle and open the door. I glance inside and that's when I see it. The exact sight I said there was no way it would be.

Michelle is sitting at her desk, one hand writing on a sheet of paper while the other is shoved down her shorts. And she's not gently teasing herself. She's violently masturbating. I don't exactly have the best view since her back is to me, but even then, it could not be more clear what she's doing. I hear her heavy breathing repeatedly interrupted by her moans, all while the sound of her fingers slamming into her pussy echo over and over again. Despite the intensity of her masturbation, she still focused on the work in front of her. At least, as focused as you can be when your on the edge of an orgasm. If you saw this image without any context, you would probably think she was getting off to doing math.

As much as I want to come in and see how Michelle reacts, I promised myself that I would be quick. Even doing this is a huge risk right now. I'll have to wait for another time, whenever that may be. Although, if she's already gotten horny enough to masturbate from my commands, it might not be long before I could just order her to touch herself in front of me. For now though, I quietly close the door and continue to my room.

I'm really glad I passed my work off to Michelle, because I can't seem to focus on much right now. Between her fingering herself and everything going on with Julia, I don't have a ton of attention left for anything else. I do my best to distract myself with literally anything, but even that proves difficult. A few hours go by and I hear a knock at my door, which causes my blood to run cold.

"Y-yes? Who is it?"

"It's me. I'm all finished," I hear in what is now a familiar shy voice.

Thank goodness. I don't know what I would have done if it was Julia again. I open the door to find Michelle standing there with my stuff. She doesn't seem very aroused right now, which basically confirms to me how that masturbation session ended. She's also finally looking in my eyes again, which is nice, even if she still looks pretty submissive while she does so. I guess that stuck with her. It's good to know that I can give her more long-term commands like that.

"Here. I triple checked everything, just to be sure. I'm pretty sure everything is right. At least I hope so," she says as she hands me everything.

Huh. I didn't think about it until now, but I never technically told her to get the answers right. I just told her to do the work. She could have just made up every answer and called it a day. The fact that she didn't tells me she either really prides herself on her math and science abilities, or she wanted to do an extra good job to make me happy. Either way, I'm happy to see the work ethic. If you're going to have a ****, you might as well have one that's also a perfectionist.

As I try to figure out what to say next, a thought occurs to me. Part of the reason Julia is getting suspicious is because Michelle is so much more passive than she used to be. Could I give her a command to try and fix that? How would that even work? Maybe that could be the solution, at least for Michelle. It's at least worth testing.

"Thanks, Michelle. There's just one more thing I want you to do for me."

"What is it?" She tries to hide her eagerness, but she doesn't do a very good job.

"Insult me."

"Wait, what?" Michelle asks as all hints at that previous eagerness disappear from her face.

"You heard me. Make fun of me. Tell me what a loser I am. Anything like that," I respond.

It seems like Michelle was finally starting to get more comfortable around me again, but all of that is nowhere to be found now. She fidgets nervously as she tries to process my request.

"I... I'm sorry, Matt. I don't want to," she finally manages to get out.

"I'm not asking you, Michelle. I'm telling you. Say something mean to me," I say in a stern voice.

"B-b-but... I... um... what do I...?" Michelle stutter, trying to find the right words.

"Come on. Do it," I egg her on.

I don't know exactly what's going through my sister's mind, but it looks like a million thoughts are rushing through her head faster than she can get any of them out. I can tell she's starting to get a headache. I can't help but get a bad feeling. Maybe this wasn't a good idea.

Suddenly, Michelle's eye starts twitching. I scan her body and realize the nervous fidgets she was once doing have become more like tiny muscle spasms. It's like her brain is being overloaded. That's when I hear a loud alarm sound. The noise catches me off guard and causes me to jump. What the hell is that?! It's coming from... my pocket? Is that the Random Remote?

Worried that something is wrong, I pull out the remote directly in front of Michelle, although she doesn't seem able to process what I'm doing.

"I... uh... command.... but... no... good girl... what... please..." she mumbles.

When I get the remote out, I realize the alarm is, in fact, coming from it. How is that possible? It's never made any noise before. I didn't know it even had speakers in it. I glance down at the screen to see a message I've never seen before.

- WARNING: TARGET [MICHELLE ANDERSON] IN SITUATION CONTRARY TO CURRENT IDENTITY. CONTINUED EXPOSURE MAY CAUSE PERMANENT MENTAL DAMAGE. -

WHAT?! Permanent mental damage?! Shit, shit, shit, SHIT! Suddenly, it hits me what's going on. Michelle wants to obey my command, but in order to do so, she needs to be dominant. But at this point, she's already too submissive. The remote's effect on her won't let her be assertive, but she's trying to anyway. I can feel myself starting to panic. I don't want to break my sister's brain! I need to stop her before she hurts herself!

"Stop, Michelle! I was just kidding! It was a joke! Please, calm down!" I beg.

Instantly, the twitching stops. Michelle stumbles against the frame of my door. She gasps and rubs her temples as she tries to calm herself down. Realizing I still have the remote out, I quickly put it away again.

"Matt...? What... happened...?" Michelle asks, still winded.

"Don't worry about it. I want you to go to your room and relax for the rest of the day. That's an order."

"O... okay..." she says before dragging herself back to her room.

I watch her carefully to make sure she's fine. Once she closes her door, I feel a lot better. Man, that was intense. I'm never doing that again. I guess the remote takes these identities more seriously than I thought. So much for trying to get anyone to act like their old selves around Julia...

As if I wasn't tired enough today, that just killed me. I spend the rest of my time trying to fully recover from everything that's happened. Mom eventually calls us down for dinner, but I'm the only one to show up. Julia must not be ready to come out yet. And I guess I accidentally told Michelle to stay in her room for the rest of the day. Whoops. I'll bring her a plate once I'm done. Mom doesn't seem too upset that her daughters didn't show up, but she's not happy when she realizes I don't want to talk to her.

I eat my food quickly and bring Michelle hers. She's mostly recovered when I see her, which I'm thankful for. She thanks me before taking the food and closing the door again. And that's how Sunday ends. Or at least that's how my Sunday ends, as I don't have the energy to do anything else. For once in my life, I'm actually looking forward to going back to classes. I could use a break from this family drama. Besides, it's been a while since I've seen a lot of my other test subjects. Hopefully I'll have something fun to play with these next few days. I could definitely use some fun right now.