The Stuff of Legends, Chapter 10
by Pleasant Dreamer
Chapter 10: A Moment of Inspiration
The week following the magic show was probably the best of my life up to that point and I knew it would only get better. Mel’s whole attitude about helping around the house had changed. It had started with her simply doing her own share of the chores without being asked and quickly turned into her happily offering to do mine as well. By the end of the week she was showing the same drive and dedication to helping around the house that she did to winning on the field.
Maybe I was imagining it, but it seemed to me that her need to help out around the house was increasing daily. I couldn’t figure out a reason for it, but I liked to thing that subconsciously she was training herself. By the end of the week not only didn’t I have to lift a finger around the house, but she wouldn’t hear of me doing anything of the sort. I was baffled to learn that she was actually a pretty decent cook too, a skill I don’t think even she knew she possessed, but was happy to explore.
A lot of the changes were small too. When I joined her in the living room she’d hand me the remote and let me know I could change the channel if I wanted to, something that would have been previously unheard of. Also whenever she went into the kitchen she’d always ask if I needed her to bring me back anything. She’d become a maid, a cook, and a waitress practically overnight.
I was feeling pretty proud of myself. I’d managed to alter her mind to a state I found more pleasing without damaging her personality. She was still the same old lovable goofy Mel, she just had a better appreciation for me and understood all I had done for her and wanted to be a better sister. Her newly awoken fashion sense was certainly an improvement as well.
Her outfits had certainly toned down since out “date” at the magic club. It wasn’t like she was walking around the house in heels and makeup, but it was still a definite improvement. She had developed what I thought of as a sexy sporty look. Her tops typically consisted of little tank tops or t-shirts that she sometimes tied with a big knot to reveal her flat stomach. She really wasn’t showing that much cleavage, but her legs more than made up for that.
Ever since I’d commented about her legs looking great she’d always worn little shorts or skirts while bouncing from room to room tidying up after school. The best part of her new look was that while the clothes she were to school were cute and definitely more feminine than what she’d been accustomed to before, she would change into the slightly sexier and more revealing outfits when she got home. The only reason I could imagine why she’d do that was if she was subconsciously (or maybe coconsciously) changing outfits in order to please me. I liked that. I liked that a lot.
I’d never programmed her to specifically dress sexy for me, (at least I didn’t think I did.) I suspected it was a direct result of her new need to seek my approval. My opinion meant the world to her now so when I’d jokingly comment on how attractive her legs looked I think it triggered something in her to want more of that approval.
Something happened to me one day that made me decide to test just how far my influence over the way she dressed without having to use any of her trigger phrases. I’d agreed to go the mall with her and Kim since I wanted to go to the bookstore anyway to check out the latest batch of graphic novels and comic books. Once we were at the mall the girls took off to do their own thing and after building a small stack of magazines and comics I settled into one of the comfy armchairs in the store and decided to see how many I could read before the girls were done.
I’d finished off 6 or 7 comics when I glanced up and saw her. She was a cute little thing and looked to be 7 or 8 years old. I had no idea where her parents were, but there was no one in sight. It was my guess that she had dressed herself seeing as how the tiny skirt she was wearing barely covered her bottom. The skirt was nice, but what really got my attention were the brightly colored striped leg warmers she was wearing. They nicely accentuated her smooth slightly plump legs.
We were in a pretty empty section of the store. In fact the only other person I could see at that instance was an employee in the distance stocking shelves. I felt safe in taking out my phone and acting like I was texting while secretly recording that sexy little angels movements as her body swayed back and forth to the jazz music being pumped through the store. She was oblivious to me as she looked through the books. After double checking that no one was looking in our direction I found the courage to seize the moment.
“Excuse me little girl, but did you know that your shoe is untied. If you don’t tie it you might trip and get hurt.”
She turned her pretty blond head towards me and then glanced at her shoe and smiled.
“You’re right. Thank you. Mommy just bought me these shoes and the laces are too long.” Her voice was high pitched and a little squeaky.
I held my breath as she bent over to tie her shoe. She didn’t bend her knees at all and exposed her entire bottom in doing so. I pretended not to notice as I continued with my imaginary text. The whole time I was admiring her round bottom in the screen of my phone. She wore cute little Hello Kitty panties and was oblivious to the fact that she was showing them to anyone who glanced in her direction. The familiar face of Hello Kitty made me think of Mel, which in turn made me think of how sexy she’d look dressed like that. With that thought my decision was made.
The little girl was still bent over fumbling with her laces as I stood up to leave. She was taking way too long to tie her shoes and as much as I was enjoying the show I was starting to feel uncomfortable at the thought of anyone else discovering what was happening. I quickly hit the save video option on my phone and left my stack of comics on the floor by the chair and I headed towards the door. The whole time I was wondering would Mel wear an outfit like that if I simply asked her to.
I was curious to find out just how strong her need to please me was and this certainly seemed like a good test and I was sure to have plenty of time before the girls were done with their shopping. It didn’t take long to find an outfit I really liked, but I was uncertain of the size. I wasn’t even sure if Mel could squeeze into it, but I looked forward to finding out.
After the girls finally finished shopping they send me a text saying to meet them at the food court. Luck was on my side and Mel was sitting at a table alone, Kim was nowhere in sight as I approached.
“Hi, where’s Kim? It feels like you two were shopping forever. I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to get out of here.”
“She’s just in the bathroom. Yeah we’re ready to go too, Kim said she’d pull the car around front and pick us up by the main entrance. We were thinking about stopping for Chinese on the way home. I’m starved.” I found it comical that she was seriously complaining of being hungry while stuffing a large slice of pizza in her face. That’s when she started eyeing my bag.
“What’d you buy?”
“Just some shirts.”
“Cool, can I see?”
“Nah, it’s nothing you’d care about anyway.”
“Ah, come on. Let me see.” By then she was already up and moving closer trying to sneak a peek. Her actions weren’t at all unexpected. In fact they were exactly what I wanted her to do. Even without hypnosis I knew my sister well enough to know how to manipulate her.
“Seriously, why can’t I see? What are you hiding?”
“Actually Mel I was wondering if you could please do me a favor.”
Her eyes got glassy for moment before coming back into focus. This was the first time I’d used the “favor” trigger phrase on her.
“What do you need me to do?
“I’d like you to take my bag and hide it in the bottom of one of your and take it home for me. Once you’ve done that, do me a favor and forget all about it until we get home. Once there you can go put away your new clothes and remember my boring old shirts and bring me the bag. Like I said, they’re just boring old shirts and you don’t need to bother opening the bag. Will you do that for me?”
“Sure thing. No problem.”
After stuffing the bag down into one of her own and covering it with some clothes she had bought she looked around for a moment with a dazed confused look on her face. It quickly faded though as the world seemingly came back into focus for her.
“So anyway, does Chinese sound good to you? I could go for burgers or pizza too. Whatever you want.”
I jokingly told her that I liked her attitude as we walked to meet Kim who was waving to us from the main entrance. I knew the meaning of my words were lost on her, as was the reason for my smile, but she joined me in a laugh anyway.
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