I sat down with my laptop, lazing about on the Internet. It was 12:15, and the hungry students were entering the cafe for their tri-periodical nourishment. After getting bored with the Internet, I began to search for targets.
Perhaps you've been reading silly stories on the computer, and think that you can go to a locker room full of women and turn it into an orgy within 5 seconds. The fact is that it's different than that, but also similar. The best targets are complacement-minded and don't object to the suggestion in the first place. That does mean that I can slowly creep in little commands that change their beliefs to accept things they normally wouldn't, but I myself will get tired. It wouldn't be so hard if that locker room were filled with pornstars getting ready for a movie, though!
That being said, I found myself eyeing a young sophomore girl. She had shoulder-length black hair with a few red streaks in it. She wore dark blue jeans and a baggy sweater over her orange long-sleeve shirt. A quick scan of her mind gave me the vitals: 5'4, bra size 36C. I peered deeper. She was an introverted girl, with a great interest in reading fiction and watching Japanese anime. Sexually, she was straight, had no partner and was still a virgin. In this aspect, she was worrying that she may never find a partner due to her quiet introversion and dumpy form. She was fit from what I could tell, I would be hard-pressed to say chubby. I verified that she is probabably too hard on herself.
Mary was her name. Mary was idly flipping through some department store's magazine for sales. First improvement: her confidence. She could use a few adjustments. Scanning, I found she had never even tried on lingerie! Well, then.
"This weekend I will go shopping for more ten more panties, and they will all be thongs or g-strings. I will wear them at all times for the next month at least." Push.
Mary's eyes fluttered a bit as she accepted her reality: this was common amongst my subjects. I listened to her next thoughts.
She believed that if she wore thongs, she may get attention based on her body and not her brain. Of course, she'd still follow my suggestion perfectly, but I decided to help her along.
"I understand that it's also my duty to entice men with my appearance. I enjoy the looks I'll get as they stare at my cute butt. I feel very sexy while wearing skimpy underwear." I threw in some confidence with her ass, too. Push.
She smiled and looked around nervously. She flipped through the magazine with a different sort of interest now, studying how confident the women appeared. I let her sit for a while, and as she got to a column about relationships, she started to get worried she may be too closed off. One last fix, then.
"If it comes time to be with a man, I will be open any sexual suggestions he has after nine months in the relationship." Push. Don't want to let some jerk throw it up her ass on the first date.
She blushed a bit and kind of sank a bit lower as she read the article. Adorable. Done with her.
Scanning the room, I find what I'm looking for: a quick sense of someone that needs some justice. |