The Stuff of Legends, Chapter 11
by Pleasant Dreamer
Chapter 11: Time to Play Dress Up
It was Thursday which meant Kim which wouldn’t be back from class until around 6. That would give me a couple hours alone with Mel after school. I was dying to test how far she was willing to go to please me without having to activate a trigger phrase. It was all I had been able to think about all day. Since the high school was closer to our house than the junior high was I typically got home about a half hour before her. Time seemed to slow down as I waited for her to get off the school bus. I tried my best to stay calm and act like everything was normal as she walked through the door and tossed her backpack on the floor.
“Hi sis, how was school?”
“Not bad, I got a B on my algebra test. What do you want for supper? We still have that steak in the fridge I could cook that up for you if you want.”
“Nah, I’m not super hungry. I thought we could just heat up some of the left over Chinese food and maybe watch a movie or something tonight.”
“That sounds great, what movie did you want to watch?”
“Oh I don’t know. We’ll find something. Hey I went to the mall today with a couple of the guys during study hall and saw this super cute outfit that I thought would be perfect for you.”
“Really, where’d you see it?”
“I’m not sure. I didn’t pay any attention to the name of the store. I just saw it in the window on a mannequin and thought you’d look great in it. I know you’re trying to change your look so I picked it up for you. I tossed it on your bed. Why don’t you go try it on and we’ll see how it looks on you.”
She was giggling and blushing as she came up behind me on the couch and wrapped her arms around me. “Thanks, Brandon. You’re the best big brother ever. You always take care of me. Are you sure I can’t make you something for dinner, it’s no problem.”
“I’m fine. Now get going and try on your new outfit squirt. I hope you like it.”
I heard her holler “I’m sure I’ll love it!” as she ran up the stairs. To which I quietly answered, “Oh, I’m sure you will too.” The outfit I’d put together for her was pretty outrageous and I wasn’t even sure if she could fit into it. The skirt was made for a much younger girl and assuming she could squeeze the elastic waist around her hips there was no way it would cover much. It was pink and frilly almost like something you’d see a ballerina wear. With some help from a sales girl I managed to find some pretty cute legwarmers to go with it. They actually resembled the ones the little girl I saw at the book store wearing. The top was a low cut pink tank top. Again I wasn’t even sure she could even squeeze into it. The finishing touch was a new pair of red high heels.
About five minutes later she came back downstairs still dressed in school clothes laughing and giggling like a fool.
“What’s so funny? Come on share the joke.”
She plopped herself down on the couch next to me, still laughing.
“Oh man….dude I hope you kept the receipt.” Her laughing began to die down a bit. “Thanks for trying bro, but I can’t wear that.”
“Really, why not?” Sounding perfectly innocent I add “It’s super cute. I bet you’d look great in it. I bet you’re just being self-conscious; you’re still not really used to dressing like a girl after all. Go try it on and see for yourself how great it looks on you.” I assumed a little prompting and praise would be all it would take to motivate her at this point, but she showed no sign of getting off the couch.
“I agree with you that it’s all super cute, though the shoes are an odd choice, but there’s just one little problem with it.” She gave me a weird look. I couldn’t figure out what she was aiming for, but it came off as a little flirty and sexy.
“As cute as the outfit is, it’s definitely not made for someone my age. I know you’ll always see me as your goofy kid sister, but you’ve got to face the fact that I’ve grown up some. Seriously that skirt would probably fit an eight year old, I’m thirteen.”
“Well the way you keep yourself in shape I thought it would fit, what’s the problem is your waist to big?”
“No, not exactly. I can get it on, just barely though. The problem is…..” Her cheeks were turning bright red as she spoke “It’s made for someone younger with shorter legs. On me it’s not a skirt so much as it is a belt. Seriously how could you think that was long enough, you dork?”
“Is that all it is? I talked to the sales girl and she helped me pick it out when I told her how old you are. Trust me it’s probably fine, you’re just being self-conscious. Once you put it on and see how cute you look and I’m sure you’ll agree with me, after all have I ever steered you wrong before?”
“No, never.” She was quick to respond. I took that as a sign that she was done arguing and would soon be back to doing my bidding. “You always know what’s best and are always looking out for me and I love you for it, but trust me when I tell you those clothes don’t fit.”
She’d grown serious and I’d grown tired of trying to coax her to do my bidding. Apparently just a little praise wouldn’t be enough to bend her to my will this time. It was time to bring out the big guns. “Mel, I bought that especially for you and it would make me very happy to see you at least try it on. Please will you do it just one? To be truly happy I think you need to work past being so shy and self-conscious about your body. Go try it on so I can see for myself it it’s really all that bad.” I wasn’t asking anymore I was telling. With her need to please me and seek my approval I didn’t see where she had any other choice but to obey.
“Brandon I just…I just can’t.” She was starting to fight back tears and noticeably twitch. “Please understand. I just can’t. It doesn’t fit right. Thank you for trying to help me, but…I….I just can’t.” There was a long pause before she quietly asked “Are you mad at me?”
She looked like a wreck. Just a few short minutes ago she’d been laughing without a care in the world and now she was about to collapse in tears at the thought of disappointing me. She wanted to do as her loving big brother asked, but something inside her was causing her to fight against her programing. The effect was devastating on her. I knew I had to proceed carefully, if I pushed too hard I might risk damaging her programming and the way she thought about me. One thing was becoming perfectly clear though. I didn’t have her as tightly wrapped around my finger as I thought.
Tears were now streaming down her face as she rambled on about how much she appreciated me thinking about her and everything I do for her. Even though she’d done nothing wrong she was practically begging for my forgiveness and acting like she desperately needed it.
I took her hand and spoke softly. “Mel, relax. Everything is ok. It’s fine if you don’t like it. There’s no reason to be upset over some silly clothes.” She seemed relieved as she sniffled back a few tears. “I want you to be happy and for you to get this upset about some clothes something has to be seriously wrong, please tell me. There’s no need for secrets between us, right? We agree it’s a cute outfit so why wouldn’t you feel cute it you tried it on?”
“It’s just….oh god, it’s so stupid and I made such a big deal about it. I feel like a complete dork.”
“Come on Mel. Tell me what’s really wrong?”
She hugged herself tightly as she leaned forward and started to fight back tears again.
“It was so nice of you to buy it for me so I tried it on. It…it didn’t make me feel cute. When I saw myself in the mirror I looked like…like a dumb slut.” She hid her face in her hands as she openly cried. “It didn’t make me feel cute at all. It made me feel…I don’t know…disgusting, it made me feel sick. I couldn’t get it off fast enough. I know you were trying to do a good thing, but please take it back. I don’t want to look at it again. Please.”
This had gone on long enough. It was obvious I wasn’t going to be able to change her mind this time with simple praise. She was dead set against ever wearing it again, let alone wearing it in front of me. I had decided that pushing the issue would only do more harm.
Placing my hand on her shoulder I tried to comfort her. “Mel, it’s ok. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” She immediately jumped in and interrupted me. “No, no, it’s not your fault. You were only trying to do something nice. It’s not your fault you didn’t know what size to buy, why would you?”
She was so sweet. The dumb kid didn’t suspect a thing. “Alright, tell you what. Why don’t you dry your tears and we’ll forget this whole dumb thing ever happened.”
“That sounds great.” Once again she was sporting her usual grin as she popped up from the couch. “How about I go warm us up some dinner and you find a movie?” She didn’t even wait for a reply before bouncing off to the kitchen. Alone with my thoughts I tried to figure out what had gone wrong and how to fix it. After a few minutes she joined me in the living room.
“Dinner is in the microwave. It’ll only be a couple of minutes. Did you find a decent movie?” I didn’t respond. Instead I turned to her and said, “Nap time Mel.” In an instant her eyes were glazed over and I knew I was once again talking to “Slave Mel.”
“It’s been awhile since I’ve spoken with you slave. Tell me, are you aware of what’s been happening with Mel.”
“Yes my Lord. I see and hear everything she does and thinks while I wait patiently for you to summon me.”
I had hoped that had been the case, it would certainly make what I needed to do easier.
“That’s excellent slave. From now on I want you to pay particularly close attention to what she thinks. From time to time I’ll have you report back to me, but for now I have an assignment for you so pay attention. It seems that Sister Mel needs a refresher course in obedience and some more of my special education. I’m going to give you some post hypnotic commands like before and you’re going to follow each and every one of them, got it?”
“Yes Master. The words of my Pharaoh are the words of my God. I will do as you instruct. You command and I obey.”
“Good. The first thing is that when Sister Mel goes back to her room I want her to put the outfit I bought her in her closet and not to think about it again tonight. In fact I want her to forget all about the outfit. I want her to think she just got home because she stayed late to talk to a teacher about her homework.”
It was my hope that would undo any damage that had been caused to the new personality I had been crafting for her. “The next post hypnotic trigger is that when Sister Mel wakes up tomorrow morning I want her to think its Saturday. The poor little thing is going to have to miss a day of school, but what I have to teach her is more important. She’s going to want to shower and have breakfast like normal, but when I say the words special education it will be your cue to reawaken and follow these instructions.”
“You are to go to your room and put on the outfit that I bought today. I want you to really do your best to look sexy too. Don’t forget the make-up and why don’t you put your hair into two cute little pig tails while you’re at it or maybe a hair band or something. Surprise me.”
Luckily I knew that Kim had a 7am class tomorrow and another right after that so she’d be up and out of the house early and wouldn’t be home until lunch or so assuming she came straight home after class. For the first time ever I was grateful that she had rearranged her classes so that most of them would fall during school hours so she could be home with us in the evenings. That gave me plenty of time to do what needed to be done.
“Once you’re all dressed up come to my room and wait for further commands. Do you understand your orders slave?”
“Yes Master, I will do as you command.” I’d given her a bit more to remember and follow than usual, but I’d come to expect nothing but complete obedience from Slave Mel. I knew she wouldn’t fail me.
After waking Mel up it took her a bit longer than it did at the mall for her to get her bearings. My guess was she had a lot of false memories to create in order to make sense of why she had just gotten home so late. Once she’d snapped out of it we sat and talked as we ate and waited for Kim to get home. I was having a hard time focusing on her stories about her and her friends since I was already trying to work out what exactly her next lesson about how to be truly happy would be.
So far I’d managed to turn a wild tomboy into a somewhat submissive piece of eye candy, but I wanted more. I wanted to increase her desire to obey me and see me as her ultimate authority figure. I also wanted her attitude and wardrobe to become sexy when we were alone.
That night we did end up sitting in the living room and watching a movie with Kim. It was some dumb comedy. Mel was super into it. I on the other hand was more focused on the words I was writing in the same green notebook that I had used to alter Mel’s personality before. I had a lot of work to do and wanted to be finished before I went to bed. When Mel asked I just told her I was working on an assignment for school.
As I struggled trying to put my thoughts into words on a page the question I continued to ask myself was just how far I could safely change her personality without anyone else noticing.
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