Piss her off.

You walk up to her bedroom door, you can hear Lindsey inside angrily talking to herself and playing music. You strip off your pants and knock on her door with more **** than intended. Her music is quickly turned low before she shouts out.

“What do you want loser?” Her voice soaking in venom.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” You ask in a mocking sweet tone. “Why your alpha jock boyfriend would rather pretend your me?”

You quickly spin around and point you panty clad ass at the door as she yells incoherently. Her door flies open and her yell suddenly stops. You feel the sexual thrill once more as you have a new **** under your thrall. You instill the same basic instructions in your bitchy sister as your first two pets. You walk in to her room and drag her behind closing the door for privacy.

“You are now a bisexual mess.” Your voice coos in to her ear. “As far as you are concerned you have always had an unspoken attraction to athletic women. In fact the only reason you were dating Brock was because you felt you were supposed to.”

Her glazed eyes stare unblinking as her mind absorbs her new reality. “The only reason you could even get aroused with Brock was because of his sweaty scent. That’s what gets you off is the look, the scent, and the taste of sweaty toned skin. After tonight you will finally realize that what you want is to be a gym rat for a ripped butch lesbian.”

“You will also regard me as your closest friend from now on. After all I helped you get over Brock’s shitty behavior.”

You spend another hour drilling your sister’s newest and most deeply healed fetish’s into her mind before you let her free from her trance, for now. She doesn’t reciprocate the kiss but surprisingly she doesn’t fight it either. She apologizes for yelling at you and you return to your room.

Tomorrow is going to be a lot of fun as you start your first day at work. As soon as your head hits the pillow you are instantly asleep as vivid dreams play in your mind.