The Book of Mind Control

"Wake up sleepyhead!" a voice calls from downstairs. Your wife, Emma. She's already up and running, getting ready for work.

You open your eyes, and wipe the sleepsand from them. Then you yawn, stretch your arms and sit up.

"Yeah, yeah. Coming!" you finally respond.

You throw away the blanket and get out of bed. You're fully naked, as you don't like to wear anything during sleep. You walk over to the mirror and look at yourself. Getting older, you think. Your belly is growing, and your hair getting thinner. You look at your penis. Nothing to write home about really. 6 inches, and not very thick. You sigh.

"Admiring yourself in the mirror again?" Emma shouts from downstairs.

"No!"

You quickly dress yourself and make your way downstairs. There she is, wearing tight jeans and a simple shirt. You love her, but she isn't the most beautiful woman in the world and only getting older. In her years she's starting to let herself go a bit. But what she lacks in looks she makes up in affection and loyalty. You could honestly not have been luckier to have such a supportive wife, helping you with the low-budget filmmaking in your spare time, and always believing in your dream to make movies in Hollywood.

You sneak up behind her and give her a loving kiss on the cheek.

"Morning, late boy," she laughs. "I made you some coffee and oatmeal. I've gotta run. See you tonight, okay?"

She rushes off to get her coat and leave.

"Don't forget Vivian and Jack are coming over tonight!" you shout after her.

"I hadn't forgotten!" The door slams shut after her.

Wolfing down the coffee and oatmeal you get ready for work as well, and within minutes you open the door to leave. You are surprised when a mailman stands there with a package.

"Great timing!" he says, smiling, and hands you the package.

You accept it, and look at him confused. "I didn't order anything."

"You're John Doe, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Then this is for you." He walks away whistling.

You look at the package, and indeed, it says your name on top of the box. You wonder what's inside, but unfortunately there's no time for that now. You have to rush off to work!