“How can I lighten up when you keep changing Mei? This is all wrong.”
“Oh please, I’ve done nothing to harm her,” he says. “In fact, I think my next change will be my most positive yet!”
He again turns towards Mei. “Mei, my dear, you are a confident person.”
“I…I am a confident person…” she says, smiling a little. Mei (at least this new version of her) has been always been pretty sure of herself. She’s a strong, independent young woman, and Gordon didn’t need to tell her that to make it true.
“You are quite confident,” he says, emphasizing it further.
“Oh yes…I’m quite confident…” she says a little louder. Yet again, your head starts to hurt.
“Incredibly confident.”
“Of course,” she says, not batting an eye. “Incredibly confident.”
“You’ve always been like that.”
“I’ve always been like that,” she declares.
You remember that Mei was always who you strove to be like since she is just so darn poised. Whenever you are around her, her levelheaded nature is just so contagious, and she’s always so assertive, too. She’s never not been like that. You will never forget her giving a presentation at town hall about keeping the local library open. And goodness gracious, the way she talked about a dumb library made you want to follow her to the ends of the Earth. She was just…remarkable.
“Your appearance is important to you,” says Gordon, switching gears.
“My appearance is… important to me…” Mei says. Being so self-assured she always dressed well, but that was more of a side effect of her confidence as opposed to her being vain.
“Your appearance is extremely important to you, Mei.”
“Wha…what?” Sputters Mei, a little unsure. That was unlike her, and you knew why. She’s never one to put too much stock into how she looks.
“Your appearance is very important to you.”
She looks like she is going to fight that suggestion, but instead she just lets out a little laugh. “Oh…y-yes, my appearance is very important to me.”
As wrong as that sounded to hear, you couldn’t help but remember otherwise. You (now) recall she always said it mattered a great deal. Maybe it’s because she wasn’t that pretty when she was younger.
“You feel being sexy is an important quality in women,” says Gordon, starting to touch himself.
Instead of responding, Mei’s face totally scrunches up as if she just heard something utterly untrue (which it was). Mei is a feminist! A feminist that cares a little too much about how she looks, but a feminist nonetheless.
“Mei,” Gordon begins. “You feel being sexy is an important quality in women.”
“Uh….b-being sexy…” she says with tremendous hesitation. “Is…an important quality in women…”
“It’s the most important quality, Mei.”
“The m-most…the most…i-important…it’s…”
Oh fuck. Your head is absolutely throbbing. Gordon can’t help but smile as he sees you in pain. Mei is shivering from head to toe.
“Being sexy is the most important quality in women,” repeats Gordon once more.
“Ahhhh…it’s…the most important quality…” Mei moans. Right away, you notice her outfit change. Now it’s a crimson see-through top and a black skirt that hardly extends past the halfway point of her thighs. Her shoes morph into high heels, and her nails turn bright red and grow an inch longer. Her face looks complete different, with perfectly done eyeliner and lipstick. Large, golden hoop earrings dangle from her ears, and she is decked out in expensive jewelry. All over, her skin has more color, and her beautiful hair now nearly reaches her waist. She looked…sexy. Devilishly sexy. Gordon is stroking his member harder now, which combined with your headache makes you want to barf.
“She’s beautiful…” you hear Gordon whisper.
Luckily, your headache goes away for just a moment while your mind blanks. It comes back quickly, however, with yet another slate of Mei memories. You cannot recall a time when she didn’t look as sensual as she does right now, with a sexy outfit, makeup, and perfume. You remember her always scolding you for not embracing your femininity like she did. She was smart, confident, but utterly vain to a fault. Her parents raised her that was, as if she was a prized jewel. She spoke to you like you were an object, telling you how naturally beautiful you were and how beautiful you could be if you listened to her. It made you sick, but you could never tell her off, because she made you feel small and weak by comparison. You want to cry, thinking about how awful of a person Mei has become, but you can hardly recall who she once even was. You glare at Gordon, who doesn’t even notice you as he is too enthralled by his masterpiece…