The daemon's perspective

The bus ride was most enjoyable... the strange girl worked wonders and for the first time in, well, centuries, I could taste a sweet and unmistakable taste of embarrassment and humiliation... Mmmm... delicious. It made me stronger and it made me bolder... I was even more eager to push my little subject further. Most importantly, however, I could have reach deeper into her mind and basic ideas about a modern world around started to become much more clear.

Meanwhile, my little subject decided to go to bathroom... where I'd probably jump, if I wasn't trapped in this marvelous, yet strange garment. A "bra", apparently. Anyway, the reason for my excitation was the largest mirror I have ever seen. Only now it occurred to me how large was the one at the girl's home... You see, mirrors are inherently magical.

Well, scratch that - they are not possessed and they do not have power on their own... well, most of them. But they do work as extremely effective magical amplifiers - and the larger the mirror, the stronger (geometrically) amplifier it is. Maybe it's because it's so easy to manipulate a reflection? Or maybe the subjects are more likely to accept manipulation if they see themselves doing something? Truth be told, I never cared too much about the theoretical aspect. I was always much more interested in the practical applications. All I knew was that the full wall of mirrors was something I just had to make use of.

I reached into the girl's... Ms Rivers', it appears... mind and started gently changing her perception. Small things, as I am still weary about being shun for another few centuries. But either I forgot just how good I was, or the mankind forgot anything about defending themselves. Or maybe I'm just lucky. Anyway, I managed to focus her attention on her boobs in no time... but even I haven't expected how she reacted. Stuffing... well, me - with toilet paper to make her tits seem bigger - and apparently not for the first time? I like this new world better and better.

I feel how insecure she is, how she realizes what she's doing is wrong. Humiliating. And I do my best to whet these feelings. She wants to have bigger boobs, she wants to look like a real woman... She is flat and unattractive, she feels the growing need to change it. Or at least hide it. I decide to make a mental imprint about the big tits supremacy even stronger.

My, oh my.

We are going to have some fun, Ms. Rivers.