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Sophie's face in the mirror seemed normal. She was her normal round-faced, slightly freckled-skinned, puffy-cheeked self. Except for one thing. There was a green diamond floating above her head, rotating slowly and shining with its own pale light.

Sophie rubbed her eyes. It was still there. She half-ran to the bathroom. It was still in that mirror as well, its soft glow still slightly discolouring the top of her hair.

She raised her hand, looking really silly as she waved at herself in the mirror. Her hand went straight through the green crystal. She didn't feel anything. A few thoughts later, a weird electric feeling pulsed through her body, like a spasm from getting too cold. For a moment it was like the bathroom was full of steam, but then the moment passed.

The crystal was still floating there, slightly menacingly.

She pulled what she saw in the mirror was an ugly grimace before she turned and ran downstairs.

"Mum, dad, bro, can you see this?" She must have looked crazy, wide eyes with black bags under them, half-dressed, pointing above her own head.

Her father looked over his newspaper. Her brother looked up from his toast. Her mother just shouted from another room. All agreed she was being weird. After repeated insistence on Sophie's part, they confirmed they couldn't see anything. They theorised she was probably just hungry and still half-stuck in a dream. Her head felt foggy even as they gave their assurances, as if she was still waking up.

They had a point, and Sophie believed them even though she still saw the diamond in the mirror as she got dressed.

When she returned to the kitchen, she looked over to the cupboard as usual. As she walked over, she was already deciding what her cereal would be that day. Studiously avoiding looking at any reflective surface, she assured her dad she was feeling okay.

As she looked over at the table, her eyes brushed over the fruit bowl. A banana rested on top of the pile of oranges. Her tongue itched with a cold sensation, and her head tickled with the same misty feeling as before.

Her hand reached out fast, without any thought, and picked up the banana. Her mouth spasmed open and her teeth broke through the banana's skin to get at the fruit inside.

Sophie recoiled in horror, staring at her own hand as it pushed the banana back into her waiting mouth. Her dad was looking over his glasses at her with a furrowed brow. She continued to have her mouth filled with the taste of banana skin.

"I, err, I was in a rush, I'm hungry!" She managed to struggle out between bites as she ran for the door.

But she was still hungry. She was thinking she was still hungry, even as she swallowed the last bit of banana. She also thought, in the cold, tingly kind of way, that she needed more easy-to-eat food.

The cold thought wanted her to go backwards, so her body awkwardly twisted to turn around to grab an orange before she left again. A voice from inside called after her in concern. She ignored it. She couldn't think of a response to it.

As she bit into the unpeeled orange, she checked her phone. Her reflection greeted her with a soft green glow from above. Another tingle. It was comforting.

It wasn't comforting at all. Sophie was, in fact, very worried about the fact she was having a sleep deprivation-induced hallucination while impulsively eating fruit for breakfast. But at the exact same time, she wasn't worried.

She felt, on some deep level of her thoughts shrouded in mist, that she wasn't meant to be worried. It was going to be okay.

On reflection, she must have thought that she should eat that banana. She was tired, so she hadn't noticed it, but now she really focused, she could remember thinking something like "That banana will fill my stomach and will be quick to eat, I should eat it."

It was all entirely normal.

She was outside, walking to the campus, ready for an entirely normal day.

That said, she was not looking forward to a day of lectures after such terrible sleep. That worried her a lot more than the weird crystal which was, she checked in her phone, still floating over and visible only to her.

She wasn't worried about it though, only because she had really strongly resolved just to not worry about it. Her resolve was so strong she focused only on her dread about the upcoming lessons.

And then she decided to change direction.

It was like a spasm, but with her entire body, an almost involuntary movement. But it was still based on her thoughts. She had decided to stray off the path to campus. Because she wasn't going to be happy if she went to lectures.

Her head was at once misty and focused. Any other thoughts were hard to find, but her sudden idea to just sack off class and go to the cinema was easy to think.

She walked ten minutes into the town centre. She found the big bowling-cinema complex. One idle thought about how she didn't enjoy bowling or dumb zombie-shooting arcade games was enough to refocus her mind on its original objective. She climbed the stairs and started to tap at the machine which would let her buy a ticket to the latest franchise action blockbuster.

It was only then that she came to her senses. Her whole body shook for a moment, like it was expelling some sort of foreign substance. Her head clear, she looked down at her phone. She could still make her first lecture if she ran. She turned, halfway through her purchase.

She tried to set off at a jog. Her legs locked into place. She didn't want to go. She wanted to stay and do something fun.

She didn't want to skip class, but she wanted to just enjoy herself. It didn't make sense. She clutched her hair in frustration.

As her hand went to grasp her head, it passed through something electric. The skin of her palm prickled with energy, and the prickling spread to the rest of her body. She shivered as mist filled her head again.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the crystal glow on the reflection in her phone screen as she returned it to her pocket.

Sophie decided to buy the ticket. It would make her happy.

The film had been actually pretty good. Better even than she'd expected. She had enjoyed her time in the cinema. She thought that she should have got popcorn, though, since now she was hungry again.

But that didn't matter, she had realised something during one of the film's few boring quiet scenes (she didn't care about the plot, she just wanted the endorphin rush from the cool gun fights): even if her decisions were being made by the weird crystal, she was still feeling the enjoyment it brought herself. The endorphins were real.

It was helping her.

She was more in tune with it now, and she felt the little pulse of energy that spread from the skin of her scalp down through her body - into her skull especially. She watched as an interested observer when a new decision appeared in her head.

Mindlessly, she went to the counter of the shop, chocolate bar and money to pay for it in hand. As she left, she realised she was almost a quarter hour's walk from the cinema and that was the first thing she had really thought about.

She stood still in the middle of the pavement. She really wanted to think that everything was okay, but she knew that wasn't her own idea, no matter how much it felt like it was hers. She clutched her head as mist threatened to blank out any troublesome thoughts.

She ran, forcing her body to do something the crystal didn't want it to do. In no particular direction, just forcing herself to think of moving her legs as fast as possible and to feel the pain in her muscles. Small, pleasant shocks worked their way through her body as thoughts of stopping and finding a message parlour forced their way into her consciousness. But the pure rush of the exercise (and the embarrassment from random passers-by seeing a small girl sprinting at top speed) stopped her from locking on to the forcibly-introduced ideas.

But she was just a normal girl, wearing a hoodie, jeans and converse. She couldn't run forever.

It wasn't long before she had to slump against a wall in some hidden-away alley with graffiti so fresh she was probably going to get wet paint on her clothes. She moment she wasn't getting the constant stimuli of movement, the shock of lost control shook through her body, and fog once more descended on her thoughts.

"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" Sophie's voice was panting desperation.

Her body convulsed for a second as a particularly large shock went through her body. Her thoughts were completely taken over, but she didn't think anything specific. She checked in her phone again - the diamond still rotated slowly, ever-present. If it was trying to communicate to her, it couldn't convey any ideas.

Perhaps it didn't have any ideas. It was only making her think about doing things, and appreciating it.

She was still pretty convinced that meant it was benign, that she should let it take control. She was no longer sure who that feeling came from.

Her chest rose and fell in huge breaths. She tried to gather her routed thoughts.

They coalesced into a final plea. "Please, I don't like not being able to control myself. Just let me go."

The fog intensified with a single certainty: She wanted to be happy.

She decided, in that moment, hidden from sight of any strangers and fraught with negative emotion, that she should drive one hand into her panties.

The relief was immediate, her torso slid two inches down the wall as her legs and waist relaxed. It was warm and nice and it so quickly became impossible to think about anything else.

Every twitch of her finger sent that same movement through her body. Sophie realised as her whole torso vibrated that these shakes of pleasure were almost the exact same feeling as the convulsions she had when her thoughts were stolen away from her.

It was all she needed to feel to realise the crystal wanted her to be happy. It was responding to her needs. Making her feel good.

And it did make her feel good. Warm and nice and so weirdly comfortable.

She wanted to give in. She wanted to let the pleasure completely wash over her, to let her own thoughts roll back and allow the pleasure diamond to feed her endless pleasure.

But she was still a human. She knew she was meant to have free will. It wasn't right to give up control completely.

"Ohhhhh! F-fuck!"

That was not what she'd meant to say.

"So... so good!"

That was also not what she'd meant to say.

"Arghhhhh!"

She definitely didn't want to let out some kind of strangled moan of pure horniness.

Well, she did want to. That was the problem. Everything she was being made to do did make her feel good.

But it exhausted her, too. Her body finally spent, she could string a coherent sentence together.

"I think you mean well, whatever you are. But this won't make me happy."

She was talking to her own reflection, to the green gem always looming above her head. It rotated as it always did, making her thoughts disappear into a spinning haze and sending another small convulsion of pleasure through her body.

The argument was clear. She was wrong, it would make her happy.

As she immediately started to hit another orgasm, it was impossible to disagree.

She was staring at the gem now, spinning and shining, completely enticing.

It felt good.

Better than anything. Without pause. Without any need to think.

Sophie felt herself slip away. She was pulled away from her own mind, down below her waist, down into endless pleasure.

She fell into complete, irreversible trance.

She never learned exactly what had happened to her. It didn't matter, it didn't change the fact it made her happy. It didn't change the fact that she was under its control.

---

Spoopy month continues with another slightly more sinister-feeling idea that has been bouncing around in my head for a while. This is one of those that I had trouble translating into actual words, though, and were it not for my attempt at focused Spooky Month uploads, I would likely have simply given up on it and returned to it at a later date, but Stupid Tree Festival fast approaches and threatens to end any attempt at pumpkin-themed topical ideas, so have rushed this one out to an extent.

And on the subject of rushing, short-notice proofreading credit to the esteemed Dormiria .

Description
Sophie's face in the mirror seemed normal. She was her normal round-faced, slightly freckled-skinned, puffy-cheeked self. Except for one thing. There was a green diamond floating above her head, rotating slowly and shining with its own pale light.

Sophie rubbed her eyes. It was still there. She half-ran to the bathroom. It was still in that mirror as well, its soft glow still slightly discolouring the top of her hair.

She raised her hand, looking really silly as she waved at herself in the mirror. Her hand went straight through the green crystal. She didn't feel anything. A few thoughts later, a weird electric feeling pulsed through her body, like a spasm from getting too cold. For a moment it was like the bathroom was full of steam, but then the moment passed.

The crystal was still floating there, slightly menacingly.

She pulled what she saw in the mirror was an ugly grimace before she turned and ran downstairs.

"Mum, dad, bro, can you see this?" She must have looked crazy, wide eyes with black bags under them, half-dressed, pointing above her own head.

Her father looked over his newspaper. Her brother looked up from his toast. Her mother just shouted from another room. All agreed she was being weird. After repeated insistence on Sophie's part, they confirmed they couldn't see anything. They theorised she was probably just hungry and still half-stuck in a dream. Her head felt foggy even as they gave their assurances, as if she was still waking up.

They had a point, and Sophie believed them even though she still saw the diamond in the mirror as she got dressed.

When she returned to the kitchen, she looked over to the cupboard as usual. As she walked over, she was already deciding what her cereal would be that day. Studiously avoiding looking at any reflective surface, she assured her dad she was feeling okay.

As she looked over at the table, her eyes brushed over the fruit bowl. A banana rested on top of the pile of oranges. Her tongue itched with a cold sensation, and her head tickled with the same misty feeling as before.

Her hand reached out fast, without any thought, and picked up the banana. Her mouth spasmed open and her teeth broke through the banana's skin to get at the fruit inside.

Sophie recoiled in horror, staring at her own hand as it pushed the banana back into her waiting mouth. Her dad was looking over his glasses at her with a furrowed brow. She continued to have her mouth filled with the taste of banana skin.

"I, err, I was in a rush, I'm hungry!" She managed to struggle out between bites as she ran for the door.

But she was still hungry. She was thinking she was still hungry, even as she swallowed the last bit of banana. She also thought, in the cold, tingly kind of way, that she needed more easy-to-eat food.

The cold thought wanted her to go backwards, so her body awkwardly twisted to turn around to grab an orange before she left again. A voice from inside called after her in concern. She ignored it. She couldn't think of a response to it.

As she bit into the unpeeled orange, she checked her phone. Her reflection greeted her with a soft green glow from above. Another tingle. It was comforting.

It wasn't comforting at all. Sophie was, in fact, very worried about the fact she was having a sleep deprivation-induced hallucination while impulsively eating fruit for breakfast. But at the exact same time, she wasn't worried.

She felt, on some deep level of her thoughts shrouded in mist, that she wasn't meant to be worried. It was going to be okay.

On reflection, she must have thought that she should eat that banana. She was tired, so she hadn't noticed it, but now she really focused, she could remember thinking something like "That banana will fill my stomach and will be quick to eat, I should eat it."

It was all entirely normal.

She was outside, walking to the campus, ready for an entirely normal day.

That said, she was not looking forward to a day of lectures after such terrible sleep. That worried her a lot more than the weird crystal which was, she checked in her phone, still floating over and visible only to her.

She wasn't worried about it though, only because she had really strongly resolved just to not worry about it. Her resolve was so strong she focused only on her dread about the upcoming lessons.

And then she decided to change direction.

It was like a spasm, but with her entire body, an almost involuntary movement. But it was still based on her thoughts. She had decided to stray off the path to campus. Because she wasn't going to be happy if she went to lectures.

Her head was at once misty and focused. Any other thoughts were hard to find, but her sudden idea to just sack off class and go to the cinema was easy to think.

She walked ten minutes into the town centre. She found the big bowling-cinema complex. One idle thought about how she didn't enjoy bowling or dumb zombie-shooting arcade games was enough to refocus her mind on its original objective. She climbed the stairs and started to tap at the machine which would let her buy a ticket to the latest franchise action blockbuster.

It was only then that she came to her senses. Her whole body shook for a moment, like it was expelling some sort of foreign substance. Her head clear, she looked down at her phone. She could still make her first lecture if she ran. She turned, halfway through her purchase.

She tried to set off at a jog. Her legs locked into place. She didn't want to go. She wanted to stay and do something fun.

She didn't want to skip class, but she wanted to just enjoy herself. It didn't make sense. She clutched her hair in frustration.

As her hand went to grasp her head, it passed through something electric. The skin of her palm prickled with energy, and the prickling spread to the rest of her body. She shivered as mist filled her head again.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the crystal glow on the reflection in her phone screen as she returned it to her pocket.

Sophie decided to buy the ticket. It would make her happy.

The film had been actually pretty good. Better even than she'd expected. She had enjoyed her time in the cinema. She thought that she should have got popcorn, though, since now she was hungry again.

But that didn't matter, she had realised something during one of the film's few boring quiet scenes (she didn't care about the plot, she just wanted the endorphin rush from the cool gun fights): even if her decisions were being made by the weird crystal, she was still feeling the enjoyment it brought herself. The endorphins were real.

It was helping her.

She was more in tune with it now, and she felt the little pulse of energy that spread from the skin of her scalp down through her body - into her skull especially. She watched as an interested observer when a new decision appeared in her head.

Mindlessly, she went to the counter of the shop, chocolate bar and money to pay for it in hand. As she left, she realised she was almost a quarter hour's walk from the cinema and that was the first thing she had really thought about.

She stood still in the middle of the pavement. She really wanted to think that everything was okay, but she knew that wasn't her own idea, no matter how much it felt like it was hers. She clutched her head as mist threatened to blank out any troublesome thoughts.

She ran, forcing her body to do something the crystal didn't want it to do. In no particular direction, just forcing herself to think of moving her legs as fast as possible and to feel the pain in her muscles. Small, pleasant shocks worked their way through her body as thoughts of stopping and finding a message parlour forced their way into her consciousness. But the pure rush of the exercise (and the embarrassment from random passers-by seeing a small girl sprinting at top speed) stopped her from locking on to the forcibly-introduced ideas.

But she was just a normal girl, wearing a hoodie, jeans and converse. She couldn't run forever.

It wasn't long before she had to slump against a wall in some hidden-away alley with graffiti so fresh she was probably going to get wet paint on her clothes. She moment she wasn't getting the constant stimuli of movement, the shock of lost control shook through her body, and fog once more descended on her thoughts.

"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" Sophie's voice was panting desperation.

Her body convulsed for a second as a particularly large shock went through her body. Her thoughts were completely taken over, but she didn't think anything specific. She checked in her phone again - the diamond still rotated slowly, ever-present. If it was trying to communicate to her, it couldn't convey any ideas.

Perhaps it didn't have any ideas. It was only making her think about doing things, and appreciating it.

She was still pretty convinced that meant it was benign, that she should let it take control. She was no longer sure who that feeling came from.

Her chest rose and fell in huge breaths. She tried to gather her routed thoughts.

They coalesced into a final plea. "Please, I don't like not being able to control myself. Just let me go."

The fog intensified with a single certainty: She wanted to be happy.

She decided, in that moment, hidden from sight of any strangers and fraught with negative emotion, that she should drive one hand into her panties.

The relief was immediate, her torso slid two inches down the wall as her legs and waist relaxed. It was warm and nice and it so quickly became impossible to think about anything else.

Every twitch of her finger sent that same movement through her body. Sophie realised as her whole torso vibrated that these shakes of pleasure were almost the exact same feeling as the convulsions she had when her thoughts were stolen away from her.

It was all she needed to feel to realise the crystal wanted her to be happy. It was responding to her needs. Making her feel good.

And it did make her feel good. Warm and nice and so weirdly comfortable.

She wanted to give in. She wanted to let the pleasure completely wash over her, to let her own thoughts roll back and allow the pleasure diamond to feed her endless pleasure.

But she was still a human. She knew she was meant to have free will. It wasn't right to give up control completely.

"Ohhhhh! F-fuck!"

That was not what she'd meant to say.

"So... so good!"

That was also not what she'd meant to say.

"Arghhhhh!"

She definitely didn't want to let out some kind of strangled moan of pure horniness.

Well, she did want to. That was the problem. Everything she was being made to do did make her feel good.

But it exhausted her, too. Her body finally spent, she could string a coherent sentence together.

"I think you mean well, whatever you are. But this won't make me happy."

She was talking to her own reflection, to the green gem always looming above her head. It rotated as it always did, making her thoughts disappear into a spinning haze and sending another small convulsion of pleasure through her body.

The argument was clear. She was wrong, it would make her happy.

As she immediately started to hit another orgasm, it was impossible to disagree.

She was staring at the gem now, spinning and shining, completely enticing.

It felt good.

Better than anything. Without pause. Without any need to think.

Sophie felt herself slip away. She was pulled away from her own mind, down below her waist, down into endless pleasure.

She fell into complete, irreversible trance.

She never learned exactly what had happened to her. It didn't matter, it didn't change the fact it made her happy. It didn't change the fact that she was under its control.

---

Spoopy month continues with another slightly more sinister-feeling idea that has been bouncing around in my head for a while. This is one of those that I had trouble translating into actual words, though, and were it not for my attempt at focused Spooky Month uploads, I would likely have simply given up on it and returned to it at a later date, but Stupid Tree Festival fast approaches and threatens to end any attempt at pumpkin-themed topical ideas, so have rushed this one out to an extent.

And on the subject of rushing, short-notice proofreading credit to the esteemed Dormiria .