Wondering where to go and what to do from here with the ability to have anyone agree to what you ask, a certain girl comes to mind—your next door neighbor, the 19-year-old Lucina who's living on her own. You've run into her a few times when she's needed small favors like borrowing sugar and that kind of cliché stuff, but you never really found much reason to interact with her otherwise. Now, however, she could act as the perfect stepping stone on the path to exercising your newfound ability.
Making your way for the front door, you exit your apartment and leave the door unlocked for yourself. The community's pretty safe to begin with, so you and Erica do this quite often. Making your way down the short corridor for your building, you come to a door labeled 4805. Knocking on it twice, you hear a small, gentle voice from the other side. "Coming!"
The door opens to reveal a short girl that stands at about your shoulder with neck-length black hair and captivating golden-colored eyes. "Oh, John...h-hello," she says with an adorably high-pitched, somewhat weak voice, offsetted only by the small smile she's giving you. Lucina's always been a relatively shy and frail girl, sometimes to the point where you wonder how she gets by on her own.
"Hey, Lucina," you greet her with a calm grin. "Mind if I come in?"
"Oh, of course," Lucina agrees, stepping back and opening the door further to allow passage for you. "Come right in."
While you're somewhat positive that she would have let you in even if she you weren't blessed with universal acceptance, you nod and make your way inside of her one-room apartment. It's much smaller than your model and carries only a kitchen, a living room, and her bedroom in the back. Walking to the center of the living room, Lucina closes the door behind her and looks at you, carrying an expression that resembles slight anxiousness but smiling anyway. "Did you need something?"
With a frail, tender girl like this, you figure that you should be a gentleman and work your way to the heart of the matter instead of diving right in. Firstly, as a second test to ascertain the fact that you do, in fact, have this new ability, you ask her something that you know she would never agree too. "Yeah, uh, I was just wondering if I could have all the money in your purse."
"Y-yes, that's not a problem at all!" Lucina confirms with a reaffirming nod, making her way to her purse on the kitchen table. Reaching inside, she pulls out several bills and walks over to her, extending her arm. "It's about seven hundred dollars...I was going to deposit it into my bank account later, but you can have it."
This girl is going through with an unbelievable request from a guy she barely knows. While you were already pretty certain of it with Erica breaking the mug, this only serves to reinforce the fact that the voice in your dream wasn't kidding around about giving you this power.
With that sorted out, it's time to get to the fun part.
"Nah, it's okay, Lucina," you respond with a light laugh, shaking your head. "I don't need your money."
"Ah...a-alright, then..." Lucina says, clearly flustered and confused. Putting the money down on a nearby counter, she looks at you, presumably awaiting some sort of explanation. "Is that all you wanted...?"
She's twirling the ends of her hair with shaky, nervous fingers, expectantly waiting for a proper reason behind your visiting her. This girl really doesn't get out much, but to be honest, it's kind of adorable. Getting a good look at her for the first time, you see that she's wearing nothing but an oversized white T-shirt that goes down to her knees. Given the fact that it's Saturday and that she has no obligations to class or anything of the sort, it's safe to assume that she's not wearing anything underneath and is in full relaxation mode.
"Well, if there's nothing else..." Lucina states with an uncertain tone, clearly growing slowly uncomfortable with your apparently pointless presence.
"Do you have an issue with me staring at like you this, Lucina?"
"N-no!" she counters with sudden confidence, your ability taking effect and completely overriding her discomfort. "You can stand there and look at me as much as you like...I just didn't know that's what you wanted..."
"You're a very cute girl, Lucina," you say, giving this shy and insecure girl your honest opinion in a genuine attempt to make this awkward situation a bit easier on her.
"Thank you very much," she weakly replies, her face flushing with red at receiving such an unexpected compliment.
Taking a step back, you fall onto Lucina's couch and look at her from across the room with a warm smile on your face. "Can you come here, Lucina?"
The quiet-natured girl quickly locks her front door for safety before slowly and nervously walking closer towards you. With her in reach, you grab her hands and feel the soft, silky smoothness of her delicate and immaculate skin. Her face continues to flush red with a mixture of heat and confusion. "Why are you holding my hands?" she asks you with a somewhat trembling voice.
"Because you're a beautiful girl, Lucina," you answer directly. "Ever since I first saw you, I've dreamed of being able to do whatever I pleased with you and your body. Would you let me do that?"
While that statement wasn't completely true—you've always thought Lucina was cute but never really imagined anything else beyond that—you find yourself acting in the moment, doing what you can simply because you just...can. At this point, you know she's going to agree to everything you say. Why not have some fun with it?
Hesitating for a moment, Lucina slowly nods. "Yes...of course," she replies softly, a warm-hearted smile appearing on her face. "I would love to have you use my body, actually. You can do whatever you'd like with me."
To your surprise, Lucina takes her own initiative by carefully pulling up her shirt and removing it, revealing her slender, petite body. As you expected, she wasn't wearing anything underneath it—her small, perky tits and shaven pussy are there for you to appreciate in their full splendor.
"I'll do anything you ask," Lucina obediently affirms in a manner similar to that of a love struck puppy. Even beyond your own ability forcing her to agree to your every whim, there's a twinkle in her eyes that make it seem like she's actually always wanted this herself, as if she were some closet pervert or sexual deviant. "What would you like to do first...?"
With a beautiful, tender, kindhearted girl undressed and ready to your bidding, it looks it's time to give her your instructions. |