Chapter Three
Uncle Tim's magic ball cap
Mike searched the basement for an hour looking for another invention. He rummaged through every box, crate, and drawer but found nothing put spare parts and small machines that did nothing. He started carefully examining each wall, looking for another hiding place. Finally, behind a shelf full of books about the human brain, psychology, physiology, and neurology, Mike saw a slight bulge in the wall in the shape of a square about fourteen inches wide. He took the books down and noticed a barely visible handle that was flush with the wall. He pried he handle loose and pulled on it. It opened a small door which led to square space in the wall about a foot deep. Inside were a small another small diary and a dusty Oakland A's baseball cap. Mike took the diary down and opened it. All of the front pages had been ripped out. The only page with writing left on it read "Well, it works - tried it on the neighbors. Must admit it scares the hell out of me. If this falls into the wrong hands...."Mike took the cap out to see if anything else was in the space. The cap was unusually heavy. He turned it over to see the inside was lined with black plastic band that held three small black boxes about the size of car alarm remotes only flatter. One box was on the front, and the other two were on the sides directly across from one another. There was also a fourth on the top of the cap that had a button in the center. This was the invention, but what did it do? Mike pressed the button - nothing happened. He put the cap on, and it immediately tightened around his head, and he could feel a faint vibration. He looked around to see if the cap had any effect on his eyesight or anything else, but he noticed nothing unusual. Just then his dad came down the basement stairs.
"Mike, I need you to mow the lawn today."
Mike hated mowing the lawn. He was the only one who had done it for the past four years. "Why don't you get Maggie to do it for once," he thought.
"Never mind," his dad said, "I'll get Maggie to do it." His dad went back up the stairs.
"Oh, my God," Mike whispered to himself. As far as he knew, Maggie had never mowed the lawn. He now knew what the cap, or more precisely, the invention did. It projected his thoughts into commands that entered other's minds. His heart raced with anticipation with what he could do with this. He put the diary back, closed up the space, replaced the books, dusted off the cap, and went upstairs.
Mike's dad was arguing with Maggie about her mowing the lawn. Maggie had showered since coming in from sunbathing and was wearing jeans and a white undershirt. Mike walked in and tried out the invention on his sister. You'd love to mow the lawn.
"O.K., Dad," said Maggie cheerfully, "I'd love to mow the lawn." She sprang up off the couch and headed for the back door.
Mike smiled confidently to himself. "Where's Michelle?" He asked his dad.
"I think she's in her room."
Mike went to Michelle's room and knocked on the door. Michelle opened the door and looked down her nose at Mike. She was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a tight fitting purple T-shirt. "What do you want?"
Invite me in.
"Come on in," she said.
Close the door and lock it.
Michelle closed and locked the door. "Now, what do you want, you little creep?"
Unzip your fly.
Michelle unzipped her fly like it was a perfectly natural thing to do.
"Why did you just unzip your fly?" Asked Mike.
"Wha...," Michelle looked down at her opened zipper. "I...I don't know." She quickly zipped up. "Now what do you want?"
Give yourself a good wedgie.
Michelle reached down the back of her jeans, untucked her shirt, grabbed the waistband of her underwear and yanked them up as far as she could.
"Now what are you doing?" Asked Mike. He sat down on the bed laughing.
"I....What the hell is going on!?" Michelle asked angrily as she stopped yanking on her underwear. "Now that I think about it, every time something strange happens, you seem to be around."
"Damn, Michelle, you're pretty quick on the uptake. The fact is I have been screwing with you these past couple of days."
Michelle was furious. "How the hell did you do those things?"
Mike stopped time. He walked over to Michelle, opened her jeans and pulled them down to her ankles. He walked back to the bed, sat down, and restarted time. "You mean how do I do things like that?" He answered as he pointed to her jeans.
Michelle looked down and gasped. She bent down to pull her jeans back up.
Leave your jeans where they are.
Michelle straightened back up. She was now totally confused. "How did you do that?"
"I can control time," Mike responded.
"With that watch?"
"Yep, and I can do other neat things too."
Michelle grew very nervous. "Like what?"
"Well, Michelle, why did you invite little Mikey into your room and lock the door? Why did you unzip your jeans? Why did you give yourself a wedgie? Why are you leaving your jeans down around your ankles?"
"Because...because you're making me?"
"Very good, Michelle."
"How?"
"Let's not worry about that. Now, what else are we going to do today?"
Michelle grew scared. She knew Mike was in control. Her eyes grew wide, and she crossed her arms and hugged herself.
Stop being scared and nervous. From now on you will not question anything you do with me. You will also not tell anyone what I can do, and you will have no desire to find out how I can control your mind. Michelle calmed down.
You find me very attractive.
Michelle's eyes softened, and she gave Mike a shy smile.
You are wondering what it would be like to have sex with me. The thought of having sex with me is getting you extremely aroused.
Michelle's breathing grew heavy and quickened. She hobbled over to the bed and sat down next to Mike.
You really, really want to make hot, passionate love to me. Oh, yeah, ignore the ball cap.
Michelle grabbed Mike by the shoulders and threw him back on the bed. She pulled off her shirt and undid her bra. Mike reached up and squeezed her breasts as she pulled off he jeans and underwear. She climbed atop him and gave him a long, sloppy kiss. Mike was hard now and afraid he'd cum early; he was still a virgin. Michelle undid Mike's pants and pulled them and his boxers down to his knees. She grabbed his penis and inserted it into her well lubricated pussy. She leaned over Mike staring deeply into his eyes. She repeatedly lifted herself up and down with increasing speed. Mike only lasted a couple of minutes, but it was sheer joy. He let out a brief cry when he came. Michelle gave a couple more bounces, pulled herself free and collapsed on the bed next to Mike. She took his hand and pressed it to her chest.
Mike just lay there with a broad smile on his face. You thoroughly enjoyed that. Be sure to thank me.
"You know, Mikey, I really enjoyed that, thanks so much. Was that your first time?"
"Yep," answered Mike, "I really enjoyed that as well. Oh, you are on the pill aren't you?"
"Oh, yes," Michelle said as she snuggled closer. "I'm glad I was your first. You're not going to tell your sister or your parents are you?" She started nibbling on his ear.
"No, as long as you're nice to me from now on." You really want to be nice to me.
"Of course, Mike. I've grown rather fond of you. They lay in each others arms for a while as they listened to the sounds of the lawnmower coming from below the window.
Mike and Michelle sneaked into the bathroom and showered together. After Maggie had finished mowing the lawn, Mike had her drive him to the mall. He really wanted to try out his new toys.
The mall was very busy that afternoon. Mike strolled through the entrance unable to contain a broad grin. The first people he saw walk by were a mother and her young son. The boy was about four or five years old, and the woman was probably in her early to mid thirties. She had on a long, sleeveless, form fitting tan dress that came down to her ankles. Mike decided to test the range of the watch first. He was pleasantly surprised. He walked over to the lady and lifted her dress to her waist. He then grabbed her green panties and pulled them to her knees. He pulled the dress back in place, went back to his original position and restarted time. The woman took another step, and came to a sudden stop. She reached down to her knees and grabbed her underwear through her dress. "What's wrong, Mommy," the young boy asked.
"Um...Mommy is having a problem with he dress." She grabbed the boy by the hand and still holding her panties, walked off like the Hunchback of Notre Dame towards the rest rooms.
Mike walked on.
Outside a Bath and Body Works, Mike saw two men standing out front. They were both wearing cowboy hats, Wrangler jeans, boots, and big shiny belt buckles. "Do you believe there is actually some guy shopping in there?" One asked the other.
"Must be some kind of fancy boy," the other snorted.
Stay right there.
The first "cowboy" remained motionless.
"Come on, Mitch, lets go," said the second.
Stay right there.
The second one stopped also.
Go in and buy the sweetest smelling, most flowery soaps, body wash and shampoo you can find. You will use these every day in place of your normal soaps and shampoo until you run out. You will also not use any cologne or after shave while your using your new soaps.
The first man walked into the store, and Mike gave the same command to the other. After they had made their purchases, Mike gave them each one last command.
Hold your friend's hand and walk up and down the mall four times.
The two men walked off hand in hand. "Oh, man," thought Mike, "this is too much."
The next store was a posh women's boutique. Mike could see three female sales clerks ranging in age from about eighteen to thirty working there. One was outside writing on a whiteboard "Help wanted: experienced sales clerks needed." Mike had her change the sign to "Help wanted: other lesbians only need apply." He then had her forget she made the change. Mike stood around for a few minutes as several people walked by, read the sign, and gave the sales clerks strange looks. The clerks just smiled politely, unaware of what was going on.
At the food court, Mike saw three attractive young women having lunch at a small round table. Mike gave them each the same command: For the rest of the day, you will find the girl presently sitting to your right extremely attractive; you are extremely turned on by the sound of her voice and the smell of her hair and perfume. You wonder what it would be like to make out with her, and you will try to get close to her so you can be as near as possible. For the rest of the day, you will be totally repulsed by the girl presently sitting to your left. You can't stand the sound of her voice, and her breath and body reek. You will try to keep your distance from her. You will only tolerate her because she is friends with the girl on your right you find so enticing.
Mike watched as each girl was now extremely attracted to the girl that found her totally repugnant. He tried his best to keep from laughing out loud as each girl slowly slid her chair to the right while trying to keep her distance from the girl on her left. They kept doing this until they had completely circled the table. Mike had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. "If they came in the same car, it will certainly be an interesting ride home," he thought.
Mike had some more fun. A man who appeared to be a bodybuilder wearing a tank top and tight shorts walked into Victoria's Secret and asked the sales clerk if she carried any pretty satin panties that might fit him. When the sales clerk politely said no, the man burst into tears and said, "I can never find any nice pretty panties to wear," and walked out. As soon as he was out of the store, he became very confused. He just realized what he had done, and had absolutely no idea why he did it. He looked back to see the sales clerks giggling at him. He composed himself, stuck out his chest and walked on down the mall.
Mike sat on a bench outside a department store and waited for more victims. Two young ladies walked out of the store. They were very well dressed and carried several large shopping bags. He overheard their conversation where one complained to the other that some guy who was "only a waiter" had actually asked her out. She laughed as she told her friend that he only drove a Toyota. Mike had them stop in front of him.
You will go back in the department store and max out your credit cards buying clothes. You will then tear up the receipts, cut the price tags off, walk to the Salvation Army drop off box at the edge of the mall parking lot and put all the clothes you purchased today in it. You will also put the clothes you are wearing in there except your underwear. Then you will walk to your car and drive home. You will not realize what you have done until after you get home.
Mike gave the command to each one. They walked back into the store, picking up their conversation where they left off.