Malpractice – Chapter 3: My New Stomping Grounds

Bi-sexual story: Malpractice – Chapter 3: My New Stomping Grounds

by NeoDadachum

I had crossed a line with my sister, Jordan. But I swore to myself that I wouldn’t take it any further. Using my strange new ability, I had made her want to show me her breasts, and from there I had eaten her out and had her suck my cock. I even came on her big, soft tits! I’d never imagined her to be such a fierce cocksucker, and part of me was dying to see her in bed. But that was too far. My morals were already stretching, and I had to make an effort to keep some level of decency.

That said, I had no qualms about using my newfound ability to control people’s urges to get a head in the pickup race. As far as I could tell, no one was left scarred or somehow freaked out my by mental intrusions, and so I rationalized this very questionable practice as harmless. After all, if I could make any woman really want it, it wasn’t technically rape. Of course, a voice inside me kept insisting the whole thing was wrong. And I suppose I knew all the time that it was, at its core, immoral. In the words of Steve Buscemi (or rather his screenwriter): We all need to decide for ourselves how much sin we’re able to live with.

I figured that, in order to keep this ability out of the house, I’d do best to exercise it somewhere else. I needed some practice, as my head always started to ache whenever I started using it. Or… didn’t the headaches come first? I didn’t remember. But that was part of what today would be all about. Practice. And what better place to practice mind control than the mall?

On Sunday I took the bus to Rotterdam Station, and from there took the train into the city. I walked about for a while, until I reached the downtown mall. It was a large strip with a glass ceiling and loads of stores, restaurants and cafés. Everywhere people where buzzing around, carrying shopping bags from Gap, H&M, and more. How many clothes do people wear?

I buy a shirt and it lasts me at least a good couple of years, but I digress. I was standing around in quaint little teashop. Drawers and racks of boxes with different exotic teas littered the cramp place, and the air was a softly sweet and relaxing mix of teas and herbs. There was a speaker in the corner humming out some relaxing synthetic orchestral music. I was amazed to recognize the song. Jordan had played it in her room more than once. Some famous Japanese modern composer, Susumizu Hickeyzawa or something like that.

Other than me there were two people in the store, save the proprietor. An old man, maybe in his sixties; and a woman in her late thirties, around the same age as my mom by the look of her. I got an idea. I remembered how I had to make brief eye contact to use my powers. As they passed each other, I caught the old man’s glance and sent into him

That woman is your wife

I felt a bit torn on this. These were just pranks, sure, but I might cause a scene. However, even in such a case I might get some idea of just how far I can take a situation and still salvage it. Now the man turned to the woman.

“Dierdre! I didn’t see you there. Weren’t you supposed to be at home?”

The woman looked at the man, visibly confused. She didn’t seem sure if the man was talking to her, and as the realization came she became very uncomfortable.

“Look, mister. I don’t think I’m the person you – “ as she spoke she noticed I was watching and became even more uneasy. When our eyes briefly met, I sent a suggestion.

You get a kick from pretending you’re other people. Pretend you’re his wife

“- uh…” she trailed off.

“Dierdre? What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing dear.” she said smiling. It looked like the smile of an amateur actress. Was there any limit to this power?

“I thought you said you’d be at home.”

“Oh, I, you know, thought of following you here anyway.”

“You should have told me when I went out, we could taken the car together.”

This was too easy. With just a command, I had convinced this old man to see a stranger as someone he knew closely. Did he still physically see her as she was, or did he in his mind really see his wife in front of him. I should experiment with this again. And as for the woman, I had made her adapt to a strange situation with no problems.

I kept wondering what it felt like from her side. Did she at any point wonder where this sudden urge to role-play for kicks came from? Did her subconcience perhaps write some kind of backstory to justify the changes I made in her personality. If that was the case, I might be able to get away with some considerable suggestions. I decided this was enough, it was time to see if I could change or erase their memories. That would be useful, to say the least. To both of them:

Completely forget the last minute. She is not your wife. You are done with role-playing

They just stood there, still, staring past each other. I was afraid I had broken them. Then they both just seemed to reboot, like a couple of laptops, and went straight back browsing the teas. I found that though I needed eye contact on the initial suggestion, once that was done, no further eye contact was necessary.

As I exited the teashop, I wondered if their memories were in fact gone. I could only tell by their reaction, and I guess they could just as well have been too embarrassed when I relieved them of their suggestions. More experimentation was required.

I went to a nearby café. It was still early in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly through the glass ceiling so there were plenty of people sitting at the tables on the side of the strip. I bought a cup of coffee, with just a little milk, and had a seat. On the table to my left was a dad treating his two kids to some ice cream.

On my right was an attractive woman at about my age – early twenties – reading a book and having some tea. She had short, dark brown hair and full, seductive lips. Her skin was fair and she dressed in a blue blouse under a large vintage suede jacket – a little early, as fall was still at least a month away – and a black skirt that stopped just above her knees, beneath which she wore a pair of fabric boots.

She seemed to have a audaciously good body, but I couldn’t be totally sure with that over-sized jacket. She was gorgeous, and had style. But what was a more proper target for what I had in mind – for now – were seated at the table in front of me. There sat a guy and a girl, obviously a couple. They seemed to be late teens, like my sister Jordan.

The guy wore jeans and a pink shirt. He had one of those obnoxious haircuts where all is shaved except the top of the head, where a tuft of blond hair sat looking ridiculous. I decided to refer to him as Macklemore. The girl was pretty, a petite blond with a sweet, round face and big blue eyes. She had a ponytail that fell to her back, and she wore a stylish white poncho sewed in a grid pattern, revealing a black top underneath, and a pair of tight bright blue jeans. Her figure was not like the girl to my right, she only had a couple of buds for breasts and was too skinny for my taste. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t use this couple for practice. And then, maybe I would introduce myself to the brunette beside me.

I coughed slightly, trying to get their attention without acting suspicious. It worked partially, the guy looked my way for just a second, and that was all I needed. You know how in crowded places, sometimes you just accidentally cross stares with random people? I could use that now. I sent the guy a suggestion, and turned my gaze toward the girl, waiting for her to look my way.

You have a confession to make, I sent into Macklemore. You have cheated on your girlfriend with a stranger you met on the bus.

I couldn’t quite make out what he said, due to all the ambient noise on the busy shopping strip. But I heard most of it.

“Listen, babe.” I’m pretty sure he said after a short while.

“What is it, Brad?”

“I need to tell you something.”

“What, Brad?”

“The other day-” I didn’t say the other day, his mind must really be filling out the blanks. “-when I was on the bus.”

“But you hate the bus.”

“Yeah, I know. But listen. I met this girl…”

At this the girl looked at him suspiciously, then looked around as if expecting to see this girl right here. Our eyes met.

The thought of your boyfriend being with other people turns you on

“And then what?” she asked sternly.

“Well, we got to talking. Ended up having some coffee, then a few beers.”

Amazing. He was writing it all by himself. Like this, I could pull any command straight out of my ass and my target would just come up with a rationalization on their own.

“Are you saying….”

“I went with her to my place. And we had sex. I’m so sorry.”

“That. Is. SO. Hot.”

“What?”

“That is so sexy.” she whispered, but ever since I made the suggestions on them, both their voices seemed to progressively rise above the background noises, letting me hear them over the crowd. “That you would betray my trust like that. Can I watch next time?”

“Wh-what?”

I decided this was enough. I wondered if I could withdraw a suggestion simply by shorthand, and tried to simply expel a withdrawal command into them. Suddenly I felt how they, in my mind, got lighter. My head was at this point starting to ache, but considerably less than yesterday. I heard them speak.

“Wait a minute, what did I…” Macklemore started to mumble. The girl only showed a face of disbelief at what she just said, or thought. So they rationalize my commands, but not when I take their commands away, huh?

Forget what you talked about for the last two minutes

“So, hey!” she called.

“What?”

“I heard about -”

I lost interest. It was confirmed. I could erase at least their short term memory. I could implant memories into them. I could change their preferences and tastes, even their opinions. And whenever I added something, it made total sense to them. They didn’t think it was strange until I took it away from them.

Now for some more potentially pleasurable practice. I turned to my right and saw the girl with short hair and suede jacket just get up and leave. She was so alluring, I couldn’t just let her go. I left my coffee half finished and got up and went after her. I thought of a way to get her attention, and took out a penny from my back pocket. I went up to her and cautiously tapped on her shoulder. She stopped and turned around.