The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“May the force be with you.”

“Uhmm, yeah, you too, sweetie. Bye.” Kaitlyn pressed the off button on the phone, tossed it on the nightstand, took a few seconds to smooth her red sundress (which doubled as a nightgown) back down over her thighs and hopped off the bed and scooted across her room to her laptop to check the call details. Twenty-seven minutes. Longer than she expected.

She giggled to herself. “Maybe I should’ve fumbled with the metal bikini bottoms for another minute or two.”

“Katie!” Sara’s voice bled through the bedroom door a split second before the knock. “You finished yet?”

Kaitlyn hit a few keystrokes and logged off the system. “Yeah, just gotta log off, is all.” A few seconds later, and “Nerd Girl” had left the house, doubtless leaving dozens, if not hundreds, of prospective horny geeks all over the world searching for alternatives on a Saturday night. “Get a girlfriend,” she smiled as she parried the thought. One of the drawbacks with being gifted with an overactive imagination was having to debate with herself constantly.

Sara yawned, opening the door just a crack to peek in. “Okay, I’m gonna ask, just because. Don’t think I care.”

Kaitlyin jumped off the stool in front of her desk and struck a pose, her ample breasts stretching the thin fabric of the 100% cotton dress right to left, then left to right, then back again. “Princess Leia. Tatooine. Infamous metal bikini. Alone with Jabba the Hut. Fucking drool EVERYDAMNWHERE!”

“Oh, please, I’ve got a dinner date.”

“Jealous.”

“Oh, barf. I bet you even got wet.”

“You want me to lie? Fifty bucks babieeee!!!!”

“You’re just sick.”

“Hello?”

“Prrrrr, Meow.”

“Is this Kitty?”

“I’m whatever you want me to be, baby.”

“uh, okay.”

“My tail is high, swishing back and forth, baby. Tongue is licking the brown off my shoulder. I’m brown, black and white. Calico, baby. Damn, I need something....”

“Uh....”

“What are you tonight, baby?”

Hm, a tom cat, I think. I dunno...”

“Ohhh, it’s been a while. Too long. Prrrrrr.... I”m up on this fence. Been too long. Soooooo long. Feel like...”

“Could you...you know, could you...just...”

“Just what, baby?”

“Describe...you know...I wanna...”

“Too long, baby. I see you down there. Watching me. Who let you out, anyway? I bet they knew you needed it. Stalking me like a mouse. Sitting in your window. Seeing me on his fence every night. Looking at you, pretending I don’t see. But then they let you out. And you watch...”

“Yeah...fuck yeah.”

“Damn, there you are now, watching me. I turn my head and look up at the full moon. I know you’re there, but I pretend like I’m ignoring you. I’m a fucking diva Kitty. But you know better. You know I need it. Want you. I got to have you. No other cat in town like you.”

“Well...”

“Oh, don’t be modest. I been watching you. I see your black is real black...”

“Actually, I’m kind of grey tabby...”

“Fuck, that’s just fantastic. I love grey. The whole striped with white. My tail just sort of stands straight up. I want to jump over to the window, but I have my pride...”

‘Well, I guess I could leap on over there and...”

“Seriously, you role-played a freakin’ cat?!” Sara was busy buttering a slice of rye, but stopped just long enough to throw a bit of mock astonishment across the breakfast table.

Kaitlyn shuffled past her, kicked off her slippers and reached underneath the table to grab her sneaks. “Yeah, it was kind of weird. Most of the time they want furry boobs, long ears and the whole sandpaper tongue thing. But not this guy.” She slipped on her shoes and reached for her oboe case. “I dunno, but maybe he mainly wanted to chomp down on my neck and cause a little pain. ‘Cause male cats have this...well, you know...”

“Ewww, yeah.” Sara bit down into the crusty toast, but was never one to let a mouthfull get in her way. “Mtheonegointovetschool, member?” She shuddered, trying to get the image out of her mind. “Thanks for at least not screaming and waking me up.”

Her roomie smiled and opened up the instrument case, just to make sure everything was there before she hit the door. “Heck, he tipped me thirty bucks on top of the call.” She looked over at the table and winked, “Hell, next time he calls, I’ll wake up the whole complex.”

“Some people have WAY too much money,” Sara grumbled after Kaitlyn as she watched her walk towards the door. “Have fun being a mild-mannered college student.” As soon as the door shut, she let the rest of the toast slip slowly out of her hand and down onto the waiting plate. And she let out a heavy sigh.

“Hello, sweetie, this is Mistress Kate.”

‘uh, hi Katie. I’ve got a forced femme role play I’d like to do.”

“Do tell.”

“Well, okay, we work at this big company, right. I’m this hot-shot exec that no one likes and you’re the company shrink. The big boss hands down this company memo that everyone needs to stop smoking, right. So I’m a big smoker and I have to stop really soon, right. So you tell me that you can hypnotize me into stopping smoking, but what I don’t know is that you’re boyfriend is one of the execs that hate me and instead of hypnotizing me to stop fixating on cigarettes, you hypnotize me into fixating on...well, you know...”

“Hi, Stewart.

“Uh, yeah...hi.”

“Been about a month, right?”

“Yeah, the wife’s been watching the cards pretty closely...”

“Sorry to hear that. How are the kids?”

“Hello, this is Katie.”

“Hi, Katie. Been a busy girl, I see. I must say that your reviews have been exceptional.”

Kaitlyn started to get up from her computer hutch towards the bed out of habit, but instead found herself clicking over to her home page out of curiosity. “Uh...hmm.” The voice was totally unfamiliar and something about it just set off her internal alarms.

“Did I catch you at a bad time?”

“Uh, no, not really, sweetie, it’s just that...well, I noticed this is on the High Finance line. You sure you don’t want to...?”

“Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting that, my dear, but I’m pleased all the same. From what I’ve been hearing, nineteen dollars a minute might just be worth it.”

Kaitlyn couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, that’s extremely flattering, thank you. But to be perfectly honest, it’s there mainly as a joke. I can’t imagine...”

“Let’s just call it a kind of down payment. A gesture of good faith. I have a...proposition for you.”

“Oh?” Kaitlyn glanced over to her Hello Kitty wall clock. If nothing else, a half hour was next month’s rent. “I’m listening.”

“I represent a group of people who...” The voice trailed off for a moment.

“Hello?” Katie’s nipples began to tingle, but it wasn’t because of the money. At least she didn’t think it was. She bit her lower lip and tapped her fingers against her forehead. Something was happening here. And it was, awkward.

The voice continued, but it was most definitely different now. Lighter. Happier. “I am sorry, but I am just...well, I just had a feeling I have not had in ages. It really was quite marvelous.”

Kaitlyn giggled and fingered her right breast through the thin fabric of the sundress. “You’re welcome.” She paused for effect. “I think.”

The voice laughed. “Oh, darling, not that kind of feeling, though I quite imagine you could help with that if it were the purpose of this call. But, no, I had this whole diabolical evil proposition speech prepared and you went and ruined it by doing what you evidently do best.”

“And that is?” She parted her thighs slowly. Her mysterious caller wasn’t the only one getting unusual feelings. Oh, she’d almost always gotten some kind of thrill on calls, but was generally too busy trying her best to...

“You make people happy. You give them what they want. It’s a rare talent to be able to do so for people you have never met, and one that I’ve spent a great part of my life researching. You might even say it is as much a fetish to me as any other that people might call you in order to address.”

Kaitlyn slipped her hand down to her knee to get it away from the more dangerous places on her body. She fought the sudden urge to put the phone on speaker mode to free up her other. Something was most defiitely happening and it was dreadfully uncomfortable. She glanced at her clock once again. Ten minutes. Two-hundred dollars. For being herself. For just being herfuckingself. No angel and devil on her shoulders—the devil and the nerd. The nerd knew better. She’d seen this kind of thing on the big screen and read the stories on paper, monitor and Kindle. Her inner nerd was screaming.

“You still there, Katie darling?”

“Uh, yeah, but I think I need to hang up now.” Her thumb slowly crept across the face of the phone, searching for the “end” button. Just as her other was sliding down her leg and under the hem of the dress.

“I understand. It’s a hard thing to take in all at once. That kind of power. The excitement when you realize exactly what you have. I have a term for it. Not incredibly original, but I call it “the awakening” because it fits. It can be quite frightening.”

“So...I see.” Kaitlyn struggled to get the words out. She’d never ended a call without a “thank you” and wasn’t going to start now.

“Ill be in touch.”

“Fuck you!” She lifted her fingers from her pussy and shot the middle one at him. “I was this fucking close! This close!”

He flipped his cel closed and slipped it back into his pocket. “Oh, don’t be such an infant. This is simply the beginning. You will have your precious orgasms. More than you can count.”

She reached under her head and grabbed a pillow to throw. “I’d better. Daddy’ll be terribly angry when he finds out his precious Finder is feeling all weak and mushy over some silly words from a fatty phone whore.”

He rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath as he easily ducked underneath the flying linen. “Oh, grow the hell up already.”

“I’m trying to, you fucker! Isn’t that the whole idea?” She reached for another pillow. “And what was all that crap about ‘feeling something you hadn’t felt for ages?’ What the fuck was that?” she huffed as she lauched the second pillow.

He sighed, stood tall, and turned his back to her as he felt it brush the back of his head.

“Regret.”

“Hello, this is Katie.”

“Oh, hi, Katie. It’s Gerald. Cool. Glad to see you’re finally back.”

“Oh, hey, it’s my favorite movie nerd. Yeah, I took a week off to...catch up on school work. Been trying to get ready for the “real world,” you know.”

“Oh, yeah. I know all about the school thing. Listen, you watch ‘Lost?’”

“Uh, well, kinda. My roomie’s a big fan, so I’ve seen my share. Why?”

“Well, you know it just ended and I’m feeling all down. But there’s this character called Kate and she’s really hot and there was this scene where she and Sawyer get locked in these polar bear cages...”

Sara hung the plastic bag with the frozen pizzas on the doorknob and fumbled with her keys. Catching the apartment door with her foot as it swung open, she snagged the pizzas off the knob with one hand and tossed the bag onto the couch.

She was about to yell out for Kaitlyn to come and help with the rest of the haul when she heard it. “Hell, girlfriend,” she hissed through a half-open smile, “when you said you were gonna start screaming, you weren’t kidding.” Letting her curiousity get the better of her, she crept down the hallway, following the obvious (and extremely creative) sounds of self-pleasure. “So much for the sabattical of the sex goddess.” Sometimes, during some of her more “interesting” calls, Katie would silently beckon her to watch as she went though the motions, often talking about how busily she was beating around the bush while she was, in fact, playing Freecell or Spider Solitaire with her off hand. Made for some really cool late-night drunken re-inactments. Sara slowly pushed the bedroom door open...

“OHMYGodamnonarollercoaster!!!”

Katie shook her head a few times, wrapped the sheets around her nakedness and peered up from the bed just in time to hear her door slam shut. Instinctively, she pressed the “end” button on her phone. She tried to slip out of bed, but promptly got ridiculously dizzy, tripped on the sheets, fell to the carpet, and everything went black.

“Owowowow.”

“Stop moving, dumbass.” Sara tried to wipe the excess hydrogen peroxide off the small gash on her roomate’s forehead for a third time. “You want to go to the emergency room?”

“Uh, no. Not now. Maybe later.” She was sure she was red all over. Even the parts she couldn’t see.

Sara stood up from Katie’s bed and tossed the peroxide bottle and tissue on top of the computer hutch. “Well, maybe I need to go then. You’re the one with the head injury, but I’m the one seeing things.”

“Huh?”

Ten minutes ago, I swore I saw Evangeline Lilly rolling around on your bed, sweating up your sheets.”

“Who?”

“Evangeline Lilly. Recently out of work actress and L’oreal pitchwoman.”

“Still not clicking here.” Katie tried to sit up, but just couldn’t manage the strength.

“Duh! From “Lost!” I know you don’t exactlly grok the show, but you’d think you’d at least remember the character with your name. Well, the one with the nineteenth century spelling version, anyway.” She walked over to Katie’s bathroom dressing mirror and examined her eyes. “Maybe I’m just having some strange Lost-withdrawal nightmares or someshit.”

Katie threw the sheets back over her head—but the light bulb was still there. “Fuck,” she muttered to herself. “This is so not happening.”

Sara walked back into the bedroom and stood over the bed again. “You gonna be okay?”

“Hell if I know. Just get me some aspirin. And throw my phone into the swimming pool.”

Kaitlyn popped open the box of Whitman Samplers and walked her fingers through the empty paper hodlers toward the chocolate-covered cherry. From where she sat on the bench near the escallators and the cascading fountain, she stared at her reflection in the Disney Store window and watched herself plop the candy in her mouth. It was one of the rare times she could stand to watch herself do anything. Something about the way her face lost five years and a couple ten pounds. “Chocolate can do pretty much anything,” she mumbled to herself.

“Uh, excuse me, are you Kaitlyin?” She peered deeper past the shelf of Woodys and Buzz Lightyears until she could make out the man standing behind her, and she finally turned around.

“Do I know you?” She was pretty sure of that answer, but she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt anyway. He must have been all of seventeen, if that, wearing a black “World of Warcraft” t-shirt.

“Uh, no. Not really. It’s just that...” He put one hand under his chin nervously and waved his cel phone around with the other. “I just got this really bizarre phone call telling me to go to the Disney Store and give my phone to my elf-princess NPC from my Sunday AD&D game.”

A week ago, her first instinct would have been to break out into laughter, but that seemed like a lifetime ago now.

Someone else’s lifetime.

“Do I look like an elf-princess to you, my dear Glen of the Midnight Guild?” Her right hand waved about her shoulder, throwing her long blonde locks into the air behind her back. Immediately, she felt a million tiny jolts of pleasure start in her lower legs and swallow her whole.

Glen took a step backwards and moved his hand from his chin to cover his mouth. “Uh, actually...” he stammered, his eyes as wide as they could possibly open. His face went pale, then beet red. His hand barely held onto his phone as he fought to stay on his feet. “You...uh..want my shirt?”

Kaitlyn smiled wide and slowly moved off the bench towards the youthfull member of the ninja’s guild. Her inner nerd was screaming again, but her legs—and mouth—weren’t listening. “Now, why would I care to wear an assassin’s shroud of death...do not you find my naked flesh appealing?”

It was then the part of her from the other lifetime caught a glimpse of the new one in the front window of Radio Shack; and promptly screamed, regained control of her legs and ran east towards Burlington Coat Factory as fast as she could flee.

Ten minutes later, her hands still trembling, Katie barely managed to reach out and crank up the a/c unit in her little Toyota as high as it could go. She looked down at her shirt, then into the rear-view mirror, then back down to her shirt again, just to make sure it was still there. A part of her really liked what she saw in that window—envied it, even, and that was incredibly awkward. Uncomfortable? Thrilling?

She was running out of words.

She looked in the mirror again. “Wait a minute...who am I here?” A line from one of her guilty pleasures growing up when she used to wake up at two in the morning so her parents wouldn’t catch her watching nasty cable horror films. Or porn films. Damned if those millions of pleasure points didn’t stay with her fifteen minutes after the elf-princess was gone, like a hundred accupuncture needles setting off reactions she never knew she had. It wasn’t her just her hands that were throbbing.

There were a few seconds of silence as the whir of the air-conditioning unit kicked down, tempered by the thermostat. Then he spoke.

“Dear Kaitlyn, it is who you are. Your being.”

She jumped in her seat, and immediately reached for the door handle. Her fingers gripped it until they hurt. But they could not otherwise move. There could be no one in the back seat. She checked. She always checked. Her mama raised her right.

“Fucking whore!” This voice was urgent. Unfamiliar. Gutteral. Thirsty. Feminine. And most definitely coming from the back seat. “You owe me!”

He immediately cut it off. “Shut up, hellish mosquito. You will not speak until we are finished. You WILL be quiet!”

Kaitlyn looked down at her hand, impotent against the needles and the throbbing and the voices in the back seat. She threw her other hand over to help. Any excuse not to turn her head either to the window or behind. Her nerd, the part of her twenty-three years who might understand, was screaming again—but the rest of her insisted this just wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening. It just wasn’t real.

“I understand that it is difficult to accept.” Kaitlyn felt something on her shoulder and lurched forward in her seat, almost hitting her head on the dash. Both hands gripped the door handle now, more out of desperation than anything else. She tried banging her head on the dash to try and make it all go away.

“Cease that, this moment!”

And she did. Felt the tear welling as her nerd threw up her hands, all the while searching for a way out...there was always a way out.

Always. Well, unless Rod Serling or Wes Craven were writing...

Why?

She didn’t even have to speak, the voice anticipated the next. It was as if he had lived this all before.

“Dificult to answer. Harder to accept. Because you are who you are, Kaitlyn. Just as I am who I am. We can avoid who we are; fight it, blind ourselves to it with liquor. Drugs. Dreams.

“I tried. For decades, I tried. But, ultimately, the only end is in acceptance...or death. And I have never been ready to die. Are you?”

She felt him give her nerd a welcome opening as she tried the door handle again. “That’s no answer.”

“Your being is understanding other people and to live for them. Making real what they crave. What they lust for. And, in knowing it, making them happier. My being is to find, catagorize...and control. But we both serve in our own way. At least you will eventually live with the knowledge...and acceptance...that your being is to make others happy. To see them smile. Or more. Would that we would all have that purpose.”

Kaitlyn released her hand from the handle and slowly raised her eyes to the mirror hanging from the front window. “You bring no one pleasure?”

And she suddently saw him. Or just his eyes. Or maybe imagined she did. Only a glimpse before they sunk into a wattery hell of their own design.

“Bless you, Kaitlyn. And damn you. Even now, without understanding, you try and serve your purpose. I do bring pleasure to some. But it serves me not in the end, for those I toil for return nothing to me that I value.”

And suddenly the back seat of her little Toyota was empty to her again, though the voice lingered and his last words echoed.

“I desperately wish I were your being.”

Kaitlyin closed her eyes and felt the door locks on the Toyota pop open and closed five or six times. She was too busy to count.

“Soooo... how was the mall? Sara peered at her roomie with an expectant look. “Where’s the cocoa, girlfriend?”

Katie took off her shoes and tossed them under the table. “I ate ‘em all. Sorry.” She turned back towards Sara and grinned. “Damn, I’m glad you’re not a closet lesbian.”

“Way to avoid the question, dumbass.” Sara grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. “What the hell was that all about?”

“Bad joke,” Katie quipped as she made her way to her room. “Bad joke.”

Running to her computer, she ran her fingers gingerly over the keyboard and brought up her email.

“To be of true value, a puppet must have a measure of control over its own strings.

“I’ll be in touch.”

“My daughter here tells me you’ve finally found her a Source.”

“Yes, my Lord.” He bowed as deeply as he could with old knees and a bad back.

“Good. Good. Is she a strong one?”

“Yes, my Lord. She shows great potential.” His eyes moved past his Master to the woman child standing beside the throne. “But she is still fragile at this stage...”

“He lies, Daddy, she’s simply perfect!” Her hand slid between her thighs. “I almost had my first orgasm just last week and I wasn’t even anywhere near her. It was soooo yummy.”

Her father slapped her on the back so hard that she tumbled several feet across the floor. “Wonderful news indeed,” he laughed, “Now I can finally be rid of you!”

“I love you too, Daddy,” she giggled, rubbing a hand across her knee and smiling back up at the throne.

“I’ll contact Human Resources immediately. I want her in the system as soon as possible.”

“Beg pardon, my Lord, but I do not know if that is wise...”

“Of course, it’s wise. I say it’s wise. Do you know how many centuries it has taken me to be rid of fifteen hundred and seventy-three daughters?”

“Seventy-four,” his youngest corrected from her place on the floor.

Her father jumped down from the throne and attempted to drop kick her into the next plane, but she was too quick and vanished all on her own. “I’ll not wait a moment longer!”

“Yes, my Lord,” he replied, not even attempting to hide his displeasure.

“Two weeks, Finder. You have two weeks to prepare her for service. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a celebration to prepare for.”

“Yes, my Lord.” He muttered as he turned to walk away. “Two weeks?”

“You heard him,” her voice mocked from somewhere in the ether behind him. “Two weeks.” She popped her head in just long enough to stick out her tongue.

“Well, fuck you too!”

The muffled crash from upstairs caused Sara to jump about two feet off the sofa and her hand wrapped itself tightly around the bran muffin she was attempting to eat in order not to lose it to the dirty living room carpet. “Whataya think? Lamp or picture?” she asked loudly to Katie, who was standing in the kitchen.

“Wow,” Katie ignored her roomie, her neck craning upwards as if she was trying to look through the ceiling. “Sounds like a bad one.” As if on cue, a door slammed and they could hear the distinct sound of high heels on cement steps as Brianna Murphy made her way quickly down from the apartment above. And not for the first time.

“Girl needs to move out,” Sara said before taking another bite out of the pastry. “It won’t be long ‘till he starts whomping on her. If he hasn’t already.”

Katilyn started to say something, but demurred. After the events of the past couple weeks, the last thing she needed was another fight with Sara, especially over something they had no business fighting about. Duwan and Brianna were high school sweeties who had been going together for years. Duwan was the starting point guard on the their college basketball team and everyone knew he was a player, especially Brianna, so the crash, slam, and walk down the stairs thing was pretty much a weekly occurance. And two days from now, they’d be back to making the ceiling fan over Katie’s bedroom wobble from 10pm ‘till whenever. Just like clockwork.

“Well, I’m gonna go lay down,” Katlyn announced, as if to put an exclamation point over the fact that she didn’t want to get in anyone’s business. “Got a headache.”

“Did you ever see a doctor about that gash?” Sara turned and looked her way.

Katie instinctively reached up and touched the bandage on her forehead as she made her way to her room. “Naw. I’m pretty sure it’s nothing. Almost healed, anyway.” She closed the door to her room and plopped down in her bed and stared at her ceiling fan as it spun ‘round on low. She was just about to close her eyes when the thousand dollar sound system from Duwan’s apartment kicked into overdrive and the bass worked the walls of the complex, shaking the entirety of her room. Her little alarm clock vibrated across her bed table and threatened to fall off—just like it did most nights when Duwan and Brianna did their nasty dance...except, since it was two in the afternoon, it was cranked up twice as loud.

“Great,” she muttered, and grabbed her extra pillow and pressed it firmly against her face. “Just fucking great.” She drew her eyelids together closely and tried her best to concentrate on something other than bad rap music. It made little sense. Brianna wasn’t there. Duwan wasn’t exactly the stay at home type. Especially alone. With so many other options. Stacy, one of the cheerleaders. A couple notorious exotic dancers from the city. Even a teacher or two. “But, no, he has to stay at home and make my life miserable.”

And it just wasn’t like her to obsess over crap like Duwan White’s love life. Especially to the point of forgetting something as important as her self-imposed telephone ban. She instinctively reached out and pressed the “talk” button when it rang, desperately hoping for anything to take her mind off of incredibly hot black college basketball players...

“Hello, Kaitlyn. Having a hard time ignoring the needs of your neighbor?” The words were cold and dripped with sarcasm, but the voice was warm and comfortable. Again her inner nerd screamed for her to end the call, but the rest of her couldn’t dare. Wouldn’t dare. He needed her. Duwan needed her. She remembered Duwan from middle school. He asked her to help him with history homework once. Funny she would remember that now.

“Of course,” she smiled, and she threw the pillow from her face so she could stare at the ceiling fan as it spun. “But, then, you knew that, didn’t you?” She drew a long breath and held it in for as long as she could. The music quickly died—she could feel the vibration of the bass, deep and low, but nothing much else. All she could hear was him.

“As I said, it is who you are, dear Kaitlyn.” She could feel her body agree with him, her toes first, followed by her ankles, her lower legs. Her knees. Her thighs were on fire. “Look up through the fan as it turns, Kaitlyn. Look through the sheet rock. Through the wood of the floor. Through the carpet. Feel your way through the bed to the thirsty man upon it. He needs, Kaitlyn. He needs.”

And she closed her eyes. Pressed them together until they hurt, trying to feel the man on the bed. And, yes, she felt a hurt. A need. Her right hand reached underneath the fabric of her sundress and yanked it over her waist. She could feel him now. Not his thoughts, exactly, but something more primal.

His needs.

“Yes, Kaitlyn, that’s it. Now you’ve got it!”

She opened her eyes and smiled wide. He fingers found her pussy and began to work it, but it wasn’t really necessary now. Not now. Her hands were better used to...to what? She raised one up to her face. It was tanned bronze. Thin. Fuck, her thumb was now the size of her little finger...yesterday. She jumped up from her bed and ran to the bathroom to look at her face.

Well, not exactly her face.

Heather Bruton. “Oh, my God!” Kaitlyn exhaled. Or was it Heather now? She looked down to the bottom of the mirror. Her breasts were Heather’s. Or was it Duwan’s version of Heather’s? She lifted the cell phone back to her ears. “What?”

“I know it must be confusing, Kaitlyn. But you will master it. Embrace it. For now, he needs the cheerleader. Two minutes from now, it may be someone totally different. Someone you don’t know. Someone you’ve never seen. But you WILL know them as he knows them. That is your being.”

She slowly slid down into the chair behind her makeup mirror. She could not take her eyes off of Heather’s face.

Her face.

From upstairs, the music softened and her gaze fell down past Heather’s absolutely perfect thighs down to her toenails. They were pink although Kaitlyn had never had a pedicure in her entire life...then, seconds later, as her eyes fought her brain for control over her reality...the woman in the mirror changed yet again. Darker. Leaner. Taller.

Brianna.

From deep within, Kaitlyn laughed. That somehow made it all better. Brother knew where he was, though he might not accept it. Her insides shook with pleasure. For him. For Duwan. Her boo.

“Listen, Kaitlyn, you will want to go to him, but you must resist it. Fight it. It is too early and you are not ready.”

And she knew exactly what he meant. She needed to walk up those steps in her strangely familiar sounding heels. Tell him she didn’t care about the others. That Cheryl Dawkins from junior high didn’t matter. Heather didn’t matter. No one else mattered. Only him.

“You will learn to control it, Kaitlyn. Deal with your being on your terms. It will not be easy, but I will help. We have time. A few weeks at least.”

She dug her nails into her knees and fought the urge to get up and walk up those stairs. To throw open that door. To make that bed shake. To even let him in her ass if he wanted. Anything to make his pain and anger go away.

“Focus, Katie. You need not go that far. Give that much up. Close your eyes and feel him now.”

And she did. As Brianna might. He was alone with his music. Did not call. Did not go out. And he wanted her. In the end, it was all her.

Kaitlyn came so hard she almost fell out of her chair.

“Hope you’re satisfied.” He threw his cell phone across the room and out the window.

“Yeah. If it makes you feel any better, it was awesome.” She tweaked a nipple twixt her thumb and forefinger. “It’s soooo much better than having to rely on Daddy’s being. So...liberating.”

He peered down out of the window at the canals, full of death and a century’s worth of decay. He fought the urge to follow the phone...

She hopped across the room to join him. “Aw, c’mon now. Soon as she gets the hang of it, she won’t want to stop,” she cooed softly in his ear, her hands rubbing his ancient shoulders. “Especially as fat and ugly as she is...”

He’d put a hand to his head at that, having long since run out of verbal rejoinders. “Ugly?” He reached up to bring the window down. “You want to see ugly?” With that, he wheeled and walked out of the room, leaving her to stare at her reflection in the glass.

Kaitlyn pulled up into the last compact space she could find, a good half mile from the Humanities & Arts Building. On any other day, she’d have been cussing her luck, but not today. Between home and college, she’d been ten miles worth of gorgeous. Blonde at the first stoplight out of the parking lot. Redhead at the third, just before the freeway on-ramp. Hell, her boobs had bounced three cup sizes in a two mile stretch. Up and down. “Who’d have figured men think about sex so much while behind the wheel?” she said to herself as she reached into the passenger seat to retrieve her booksack.

There were a few things that still puzzled her mightily. Why her clothes changed. Why she could sometimes pick up thoughts, while at other times, she was left guessing as to exactly who was causing the changes. And, of course, her inner nerd wondered how in the hell she managed to drive a stick with six-inch heels and three-inch perfectly manicured purple fetish nails. Luckily, that guy cruised out of range after only a minute or two.

While walking through the parking lots towards her class building, she kept her eyes and mind open, but it was mid-morning and there were very few people around. Part of her was hoping for one more change, but she realized it was in a very open place, which could mean potential trouble.

“You are being very reckless, Kaitlyin my dear.”

Her first instinct was to look down at her purse to make sure her phone wasn’t on. Then she remembered she didn’t even bring her phone. She did a 360 on her heels, but the lot was still empty so far as she could tell. “Where are you?”

“I am as close as I can be, yet further away than you can imagine. But that is not important, Kaitlyn. What is important is that you listen. And learn. You are at a crucial stage now and soon, very soon, you will have to make an incredibly important decision.”

She started walking again towards the main of the college. Slowly. Turning her head from side to side with every step, even looking backwards every ten or so. It was one thing hearing a strange voice coming from the back seat of your car, it was something totally different when it was speaking to you at 10:20 am in broad daylight in the middle of your college parking lot. “I...uh, have a few questions first.”

The voice laughed, rather loudly in fact, which caused her to wheel around on her feet again, expecting to seem him standing behind her. Alas, not. Only that voice. “Only a few? I would expect many more. But, yes, I will entertain some at this moment. But if you accept my offer, eventually you will understand everything. In time.”

She started to answer, but realized that, to some random Joe on the street, she’d look like she was talking to herself. Spying a bench set aside all by its lonesome (well, okay, next to a trash container and a small mesquite tree some landscaper must have decided was worth planting if only to give the person sitting on the bench something to look at), she walked over to it and sat down.

“Why me?” Her throat was getting dry and she reached into her booksack for a bottled water.

“Simple genetics, my dear. One in a million. Well, more like one in fifty million, actually. Something happened a long, long time ago. Blood was mixed. Yours and ours.”

She tossed her booksack onto the empty bench beside her. “Yours and ours?”

“Difficult to explain, even to one with a boundless imagination such as yours. But every so often, one of your kind appears who manifests the blood. The being. Which allows for a kind of bonding with one of us...”

Kaitlyn laughed softly and took a lot of nothing out of her booksack and placed it on her head. “My tinfoil hat.” She smiled and took another swig from the bottle.

“I do not understand the reference.”

“Oh, never mind,” she sighed. “Anyway, I’m not sure I like this whole “bonding” thing.”

“Oh, it is nothing you should notice. Assuming everything goes well.”

She swirled her tongue around the edge of the lip of the water bottle, then caught herself and quickly screwed the cap back on before laying it on the bench. “Uh...okay.”

“When humans bond in mind, body and spirit, it is a powerful thing. Extremely powerful. But when you exhibit the power of the blood, your being, the effect is that much stronger. That energy has to go somewhere, lest it be wasted...”

Her inner nerd was starting to whine again and she was developing a slight tingle in the back of her throat, not unlike the onset of a cold. She reached for the water bottle once more as he continued.

“My position is that of a finder, I seek out those individuals who have manifested the blood, facilitate their maturation and assure that the resulting energy gets put to good use.”

She picked up the bottle again and took another drink, swallowing hard. Her tongue was dry, her throat parched, her jaw aching to stay open. She hadn’t known the feeling all that often in her young life, but it was pretty unmistakable. “Uh, I don’t guess you know what’s happening to me now, do you? Or would you tell me if you did?”

There was a discernable pause before the voice continued. “I apologize for the awkardness, Kaitlyn. But for me to communicate with you in this manner, certain sacrifices have to be made.”

She took another drink and looked around to make sure no one was watching before closing her eyes and suckling at the plastic lip. It was fairly embarrassing, but, what the hell, the only one watching was and invisible perverted someone from Dimension X or wherever. And the feeling slowly building down below was pretty darned amazing considering she wasn’t even using her hands. “I...uh, expect this is one of those rare times when I’ll notice the “bonding” thing.”

“You are incredibly perceptive, Kaitlyn.”

“Since we’re on such a personal basis now, you can call me Katie.” She shoved the bottle further down her throat and was rewarded with a corresponding tingle between her thighs. “Any other surprises I ought to know about for the next ten minutes or so?”

“I cannot account for chance, Katie, but for the purpose of expediency, I will give you the following warnings until you become more accomplished. And you must become more accomplished because for better or worse, your being has awakened. There is no going back to what and where you once were.”

With the coolness of the water bottle running in and out of her mouth, the ridges tickling her tongue and the fireworks being traded back and forth between her labia and clitoris, Kaitlyn could only mumble. “Tellmeaboutit.” But she did manage an eye roll, so there was that.

“It would be best to avoid crowds until you have had a bit more practice. We were fortunate that I managed to contact you before your classes. Until you learn to control the link between you and those you interact with, there is a real possibility that your mind might fragment.”

“Frgmnt?” She spit out the bottle and pressed her thighs together.

“It rarely happens, but it remains a possibilty. The more people you are around at one time, the better the chance is that several will imprint themselves on you at the same time. That would be...unpleasant. So avoid crowds until you’ve had more time to practice.”

Katie took one glance towards the admin building and the music hall behind it. First chair oboe. She knew the value of practice.

“The first thing you need to do is learn to control the blood instead of the blood controlling you. To pick and choose your links for your best advantage, to allow only linked with you to recognize it, so you can avoid situations such as the one with your lovely roomate and those shoppers at the mall. This might be a good time to start...I’ll be contacting you again shortly.”

“Wait,” she reached out with the water bottle, then realized the futility of that particular gesture. Right before she realized her pink nails had suddenly turned blood red.

“Cindy?” The voice came from behind her, deep and rumbling. “Cindy McCready?”

She knew it was Paul Garrity without turning around. Despite the fact that up until a few seconds ago, she didn’t even know a Paul Garrity. Much less one from Sparta Georgia, who grew up in a white house with two dogs, a cat and his maternal grandmother. With a nine-inch wanger and a tongue he knew how to use to great effect. The same Paul Garrity who had almost proposed marriage to his high school sweetie and had regretted not doing so every hour of every day in the five years since.

That Paul Garrity.

“Uh, I’m sorry,” Kaitlyn said, standing up and picking up her booksack in one sweet motion. “You must have me confused with someone else,” she said as she turned to walk back towards her car.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry...” he stammered. But he could not take his eyes off her. “It’s just that you look...you even have on that same dress. She could see his eyes start to well up. Felt his tears. “You don’t happen to have a sister from Sparta Georgia, do you?”

It was all she could do not to turn around as she sensed him following her, closing the distance between them. “I’m sorry, but no.” Her pussy was dripping, getting wetter with every word. As if pleading with her. What could it hurt to be Cindy McCready from Sparta Georgia for a few hours? She had to admit its argument was pretty persuasive.

“Hey, dude, what the fuck?!” Kaitlyn quickened her pace now because she recognized that particular voice. It was hard not to remember, she’d heard it enough. Duwan White. Pissed off, as usual. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him running over to them. Adjusting her booksack in her hands, she noticed the nails had changed color once again. As had her fingers. And hand. “What the fuck you doin’ with my girl, dumbfuck”!”

Kaitlyn broke out into a full trot and didn’t stop until she was in the front seat of her Toyota and backing out of the space. A quick glance to the side let her know that Pete Garrity from Sparta Georgia could hold his own in a fight.

“Yep, rule one. No crowds,” she repeated to herself as she pushed the gas pedal to the floor.

“You can stop now,” he sighed as he pushed her head from his waist.

She spit on the ground, stood up and walked towards the bathroom. “Ack. You taste like untanned thoat leather, old man.”

“Do not think I enjoyed it. I curse myself for throwing away that phone.”

“I curse you for it too,” she said before gargling. “Daddy says the IT people will have a new one for you tomorrow.”

He looked out at the moons, one rising, one fading. “Can not come soon enough for me. I do not want to have to go through that again.”

“You okay in there?!” Sara knocked louder.

Katie zipped through her email for the fifth time. “Yeah, still a little sick’s all.”

“I’m getting worried, girlfriend. Being anti-social is one thing, being a hermit crab is something totally else. It’s been two days. C’mon, let’s get out of the house! There’s that new vampire flick that opened last Friday.”

“Not interested. It got 34% on rottentomatoes, “Katie sighed and closed the email folder.

“Since when does Katie Clausen care what the critics say? It’s a fucking vampire movie! Hello!”

“Hello! Making money here!” Katie yelled back through the door. “Waiting for a big call. Go ahead without me.”

“Fine,” Sara huffed and walked back down the hall.

Katie started to walk over to her window, but decided to check her door first to make sure it was locked. She was fairly sure she’d gotten the Sara problem solved with a few helpfull emails from her mysterious patron, but it wasn’t worth taking chances. After pulling the sundress over her head, she stepped out of her panties and tossed them on top of her dresser. Then she stepped over to the window to peek through the blinds to check out who was in the pool area.

She saw no one she knew. But that was good, it made for better practice. She fixed her attention on one older gentleman laying back on a deck chair underneath an umbrella. Reached out to him with one eye as she watched her hand with the other. Slowly, her hand began to shrink and turn pale white, near ivory. Delicate. She’d only been doing this for two days now, but this part was her favorite. She walked slowly over to the mirror and took in the beauty that was Grace Andrepont, pride of Abbeyville, Lousiana, circa 1957. White flower-print dress with white hose and pink ruffles on the sleeves, dressed exactly the way she was when Harold Bergeron asked for her hand in holy matrimony. Kaitlyn giggled to herself as she reached up and played with the ruffles. They weren’t real, of course, her inner nerd told her so. But it certainly looked real. Sounded real. Felt real.

Most importantly, in the mind and memory of one Harold Willis Bergeron, it was very, very real. And that felt absolutely amazing. Made her pussy come alive. To have that kind of connection with another. To be, to them, whatever she needed to be to make them happy. She laid back down on her bed and celebrated. She and Grace and Harold. It didn’t take long.

“Hello, this is Katie!”

“Hello again, Kaitlyn.”

“Oh, silly, I told you to call me Katie.” Her hand immediately went down between her legs. He’d always been adamant about how they could never actually meet in person, but she was an optimist. Besides, phone sex was her life. Or used to be.

“I am calling you one last time to let you know exactly how well you’ve come along and how extremely happy I am to have had the pleasure of your company these past few weeks.”

“Uh... what’s wrong?” Katie sat up in the bed and crossed her legs. “It’s not like you can’t call, right?”

“Actually, that is not my determination to make. As I have mentioned before, I have a specific job to do. And I have done it. Now I must move on.”

“But..but...” The tears were coming and there wasn’t a whole lot she could do to stop them. That was one thing she hadn’t learned over the past few weeks.

“I will have some of my associates contact you shortly. They have more...traditional methods of communications and have assets and opportunities which you will find invaluable. Rest assured, Dear Kaitlyn that you will never want for wealth or luxury. Talents like yours are extremely rare and there will always be people willing to sacrifice much to taste them.”

There was a kind of fatalism in his voice that she’d not sensed since their initial call which seemed like years ago now—she curled up in a fetal position on her bed. “I...understand.”

“Thank you, Kaitlyn. For what it is worth, I have been doing this for a long, long time. And you are the best of the blood I have awakened. Embrace it. Enjoy it. Live it. And remember I will always be with you.”

She let loose a sigh as she walked across the room to straighten his tie. “You really think she’s going to understand that last line?”

“Not everyone in the known universe is born with the gift of limited imagination.” He threw yet another cell phone out the window. He felt what was left of his heart follow it as it sank into a deathbed of what was left of a once proud world.

“Ha. Ha.” Maybe Daddy will give it to me as a wedding present.

“There are some things even he cannot grant.”

Gerald fumbled with the ruffles on his rented tux shirt and struggled with his inner nerd. He’d played this scene in his mind a hundred times, ten times for each time he’d seen it. In the theatre. DVD YouTube But the moment he actually SAW her sitting there on that couch, his mind turned to mush and he may as well have been trying to recreate a Saturday movie on the SyFy Network. There was no explaining it, he knew she was older on the phone. He knew she was larger. He knew her voice was deeper. There was no way she could be sitting there. Looking like that. Sounding like that. Absolutely no way. His inner nerd was screaming for him to run, but all his legs could do was bathe in the perfect awkwardness of it all and all his hand could do was reach for the cup on the coffee table in front of him and wait for her to make it right.

Like she always made it right. Always knew what to say. What to do. And, yes it WAS worth half his college tuition money for the semester. He was leaking, just in anticipation...and thinking about how hard it would be to fake the spit take when the line came.

“Oh, and this one time, at band camp, I stuck a flute in my pussy.”

Katie breathed in the night air as she walked across the tarmac towards the jet waiting to take her to...where was it tomorrow? Mexico City? Tokyo? It didn’t really matter much. She’d left Gerald’s envelope untouched in the hotel safe, there was no way she could charge him a dime, much less whatever the arranged fee for the two hours was. It just wasn’t her.

Whoever she was at this particular moment in time and space.

Out of curiousity, she checked her phone for messages and smiled. It was only a text, but anything she got from him nowadays was worth more to her than the furs and diamonds and...well, just about everything else she owned. Snapping her phone shut, she twirled a 360 on the cold hard tar and blew a kiss towards the faint reddish dot in the distance, just barely visible inches over the horizon.