It’s time for another familiar story to become something else within my secret box of deviant thoughts. After my recent folly with the world of Aladdin, I began thinking of other tales I could subvert. The following was the first that came to mind. I suspect others will follow, eventually. I hope you like it. Until tomorrow.
The cup fell to the floor and shattered into a million pieces.
“What….? What did you do to me?” He growled, hands trembling.
“Isn’t it obvious I drugged your tea?”
“Because it’s time to make a beauty out of you, beastie,” she replied, yellow dress in hand.
Make-up, hair, and nails would follow.
Today’s piece revolves around a common fantasy for many people. I’m not one of them but, just like yesterday’s foray, it all comes down to the fact of whether it’s worth pursuing an idea or not. My primary instinct usually says ‘yes’ so I listened to it once again. Identity is a construct and so is gender perception. Sometimes, the lines pervading each one of these constructions are easily blurred. I suppose this short story rests in the middle of such blurriness. Enjoy and have a good weekend.
Under Michelle’s watchful eye, Jack adjusted the helmet and stared at the translucent visor.
“Mental reprogramming at 25%,” he read.
His legs began to tremble.
“Mental reprogramming at 50%”
His breathing slowed down.
“Mental reprogramming at 75%”
His vision began to blur.
“Mental reprogramming at 100%”
Jane removed the helmet and knelt before her owner.
Sometimes, my pieces don’t have direct references to hypnosis or mind-control but just because you can’t read about them, that doesn’t mean they’re not there. Take the following piece of humor for instance. I think it’s easy enough to understand something out of the ordinary took place, right? Oh, and I’m pretty sure he made the right choice in the end. If that should be the case, enjoy, and until tomorrow.
“Wake up, sleepyhead!” Zoe giggled.
“How long was I out?” Julian asked.
“If it’s any consolation, you weren’t really sleeping most of the time…”
“Then what was I…?” He looked around. There was a French maid’s outfit on the floor.
“Do you really want to know, Juliette?” She laughed.
“Non,” he blushed.
Even though I celebrate women in this site every single day, I couldn’t simply let this date pass me by, could I? No, I really couldn’t, and I didn’t. As a result, I wrote one of my slightly humorous takes. It should be said that what happens at the end isn’t exactly my cup of tea but this is a piece of fiction after all and, in fiction, one has the liberty to explore as many avenues as possible, especially if the base idea dictates one to do just that. I love women, I really do. They’re beautiful, powerful, and make the world spin faster and faster with every little thing they do. Happy International Women’s Day!
For the Ladies
On International Women’s Day, Will did something nice for all the ladies in his life.
He took his sister to lunch.
He called his mother, sent her flowers.
He even texted all ex-girlfriends, including Debra, the Hypnodomme.
And when she replied “Thank you, Wilhelmina,” he blushed in shame for not bringing a bra to work.