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MoralityMaker — Hypnotizing Emma Watson in a Library
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Published: 2019-05-11 14:28:40 +0000 UTC; Views: 11033; Favourites: 62; Downloads: 17
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You were merely browsing through your local library when you saw her. It was none other then the gorgeous Emma Watson! It was kinda fitting that she was in a library considering how much of a bookworm her biggest part had been. You had had a crush on her back in those days. Particularly during the release of the last three movies where she had already turned eighteen.
In recent years however your crush on her had faded. It wasn't like she wasn't any less attractive now. You had just been disillusioned and disappointed in her after she made rude comments about men masking as 'feminism'. Let's just say that you approved of the patriarchal system. You saw no need for societal change.
You had something in your pocket that you used on people when they disagreed with your opinions. It always helped convince them that your point of view was the correct one. In fact, it helped convince them of whatever you wanted them to think. Perhaps Emma Watson could use some improvements by you? You could make her into a more respectable figure who understood her place in the world. With the decision to do just that set in your mind you approached the stunning star.
Emma Watson's life was about to irrevocably change for your better. Not only would she let this foolish feminist crusade go but she would also focus her attention on whatever you wanted. All you had to do was keep a conversation going long enough to use what you had in your pocket on her.
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This is an RP starter. If you wish to RP just comment and I'll reply if I'm interested. This is Emma Watson Sub but she could Dom if you're able to write the RP in that direction.
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I was almost in shock. Despite having once lived near Hollywood for a few years, I had never actually seen anyone of note who was considered all that famous before. And yet, far, far away from there, I just so happened to have caught a glance of my old movie star crush, Emma Watson herself, in the local library of all places! I had to do a double take so I could be positive that I wasn't just imagining the British actress, and as I rubbed my eyes to make sure I was seeing clearly, I realized it was really her. This was perfect! Fairly recently, I had inherited an old family heirloom, that long ago allowed my grandfather to become one of the wealthiest businessmen around. It didn't take me long after receiving said inheritance to realize how he'd become so rich. This old necklace had some kind of entrancing property, seemingly stemming from the pretty deep blue sapphire attached to it. I'd never seen anyone resist this deep blue jewel for very long. If I had run into Emma a few weeks ago, before I'd acquired it, I'd be too nervous to even approach her. But now...? Now I could possibly even make the young British starlet mine! Of course, the biggest priority was to teach her her place. I wanted to mold her into the perfect little slave, mindlessly smiling and happy to be doing whatever me, a man, told her to. But I needed to approach her and get her attention first... and perhaps I was a bit too impulsive in my way of doing so.
"Oh my god! You're... you're Emma Watson! What are you doing in this small out of the way Library?!" I blurted out instinctively. Well, guess there was no turning back now...
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Emma had foolishly hoped that she'd be able to find some peace and quiet in a library of all places. They were renowned for typically being silent places. At worst, people whispered. Of course, one of the hardships of fame was getting used to strangers yelling at you and giving you no personal space.
Now, she had been famous since she was very young, so she had gotten used to the way other people treated her to an extent. That was why she had come to this quaint library. She had hoped no one would recognize her here. Even if she was recognized, she just wanted to be treated normally sometimes. Unfortunately, it was not to be the case.
After you were done yelling in her face, all Emma did was put a finger to her lips and said quietly. "Shhh. This is a library." She hoped you would take the hint and lower your volume to match hers. After that, she checked where your eyes were looking. Most male fans who approached her looked only at her breasts. If she was lucky she had her lips stared at hungrily.
Emma could count the times a male fan had kept eye contact with her on one hand. This was why Emma was such a loud supporter of feminism. Despite all her riches, her power and her fame, her bad experiences with men were endless. She waited to see if you would be the same as all the rest, or of you would actually meet her eyes. What Emma would do to not be objectified for once.
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Unfortunately for both Emma and myself, I hadn't quite gotten over my impulsive spell. If I had, perhaps I would have been looking at her face right now to get on her good side so I could hypnotize her a bit more easily. Unfortunately, I was star struck just long enough for the young woman to notice where my eyes were looking before I tilted my head back upwards to look her in the face. But still, a split second surely wasn't enough for her to be certain I was checking her out, right?
"Sorry!" I whisper, apologizing for making so much noise. I wasn't usually one to bring so much unneeded attention to myself, plus I had been so caught up in the moment that I'd forgotten I was in a supposed quiet zone. Then I realized I didn't need to be outright whispering, I could still talk, just not loudly. Fine by me, it would be easier to not be noticed during her induction if we were quiet.
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Emma had thought she caught you staring at her chest, it had been for such a brief moment that she couldn't be sure. Even in this situation though, the actress didn't give you the benefit of the doubt. Experience had made her so jaded that just assumed you were staring at her breasts even if she didn't know for certain. She was ready to judge you based on nothing but expectations.
Of course, she wasn't actually going to call you out for your inappropriate behavior. Addressing men who only saw you as a walking pair of tits never got anyone anywhere. Plus, this was a library. It definitely wasn't the place for her to get loudly mad at you. "Can I help you with something?" She said disinterestedly. She wanted this conversation over quickly. She even turned away from you to look back at the bookshelf again.
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I wasn't too upset at Emma's disinterest in me, which I assumed was due to her catching me, or just due to her being sick of fans approaching her all the time. If anything, her attitude would make hypnotizing her all the more satisfying. I thought quickly, trying to think of a subject to regain her attention. I was torn between two options after perusing my mind over the issue. Should I objectify her on purpose, getting the British actress to look over at me angrily, or should I ask her to recommend me some nice feminist literature, to get her to let her guard down? In my experience, angry people were actually sometimes less resistant than they normally would be, due to their mind being off kilter. Perhaps that was the right route to go with this time. If this failed, however, I risked becoming known in this small town as the man who was sexist to Emma Watson, or even worse, the pervert who tried to hypnotize her! In an area like this, gossip and rumors could often spread quickly. Despite what could happen, I decided this was worth the risk. I could always use my necklace to stop rumors about me from spreading if I had to.
"Oh, I just wanted to tell you that your cleavage looks fantastic today!" I answered Emma, saying the first thing that came to my mind. And honestly, I wasn't lying.
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Emma got so outraged in such a short amount of time, that she literally stomped her feet like a tantruming child not getting their way. She had experienced plenty of prejudice, sexism and misogyny in her time. It had honestly happened too many times for her to recall them all. Only rarely though had someone been so blatant about it. Usually people either weren't intentionally being sexist or they did it in a clever enough way that they thought it flew over her pretty little head. You on the other hand, you almost sounded proud when you said it. Like you had achieved something honorable!
The actress turned to you with nothing but tranquil fury on her expression. If looks could kill, then you would have definitely died from this one. The disgust and hate on her face was so powerful, it was almost legitimately overwhelming. It was like trying to look at the sun without going blind. Out of all the silly adages about females, 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned' was the one with the most genuine merit in this moment of time. "Excuse me?" Emma asked. Somehow she made the question sound like a threat. Her voice was as cold as ice, and yet it still burned with distaste for you. "Would you like to repeat what you just said to my face?"
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I inwardly was almost panicking as Emma gave me her death stare. I had to ignore my inner impulses to recoil in fear as I, in a swift motion, pulled out my necklace with the special sapphire at the end, swinging it into the view of the pissed beyond belief actress's angry gaze. I allowed its momentum to let it glide past her field of vision, before slowly falling back into it. That was perfect work on my part, as it would now continue swinging back in forth in a good arc to begin distracting her. Hopefully my theory about Emma's anger causing her intelligent mind to go off kilter, making her at least somewhat more susceptible and easily distracted was one that held water...
"I said that your cleavage looks fantastic today." I replied to Emma, doubling down now that there was no turning back.
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As you double down on your sexism and misogyny, Emma feels the desire to slap you nearly consume her. For a moment she almost gives into her burning hate. Why shouldn't she strike you, even if it was needlessly violent? It was clear that your prejudice wasn't benign. It was vindictive and bold.
Your words had hurt her, and she knew nothing she could say would cause the same effect in you. You didn't even see her as a person after all. In your eyes, she was just a piece of meat to be ogled. Her thoughts and feelings would be irrelevant to you. All you apparently cared about were her breasts.
In the end though, she managed to restrain herself. Despite how much she wanted it, she knew attacking you physically would only escalate this tense situation. It was a very bitter pill to swallow, but she had to be the bigger person it this situation. The best way to win confrontation was actually to prevent it from even starting.
Of course, just because she wouldn't slap you, didn't mean she was going to be a doormat. She didn't have to stand for this treatment just because she was going to be the bigger person. "Thanks for the compliment," she said sarcastically. "I love it when a stranger objectifies me. Makes me feel so special."
As you put the necklace right in the actress's line of sight, she refuses to acknowledge it. If she were to ask you about it, that would give you power over the direction of the conversation. She couldn't have that. Instead, she focused on you. Her gaze would randomly flicker to the swaying sapphire, but she didn't stare at it for very long yet.
"Tell me, what's your name? You haven't introduced yourself yet." Emma's voice is filled with scorn. She doesn't care about knowing your name to be polite, she wants your name so she knows who to report for verbal harassment. "You know my name, it's only fair I know yours."
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I notice Emma's gaze flicker back to the swaying sapphire every so often, and inwardly breath a sigh of relief. This is good. It means that at the very least, her anger won't make her unhypnotizable. However, my theory about whether she will actually be easier to bring under while so angry has yet to be confirmed. All in due time.
Even though I am less tense about the situation now, I still have to stop myself from drawing back from Emma's intense, seething glare. At this point there is already no turning back, so I decide that there is no point in not pushing the starlet's anger even further to bring her mind further off guard.
"My name? Why should you need to know my name? All you need to know is that your body looks excellent!" I exclaim, now tripling down on my misogyny.
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She should have just walked away. She should have realized there was no winning this debate with you when you had already firmly made up your mind. She would just be arguing in circles with you. Despite recognizing this fact, Emma couldn't get herself to walk away. She was too stubborn for her own good. Walking away felt too much like she was forfeiting. That would only make you feel like your sexist opinions were validated. She refused to let that happen, even if it meant participating in a argument that was destined to have no victor.
If only the poor young actress knew that this encounter did end with a victor. This conflict would resolve itself with a winner. The one thing she would have never been able to forsee though, was that the victor was actually going to be you instead of her. As long as Emma continued to face you and glance at your necklace, she was destined to be defeated. The woman's entire future and outlook on equality laid in the balance today. Everything she had ever stood for was at risk. The stakes had never been higher, and she didn't even realize it.
Speaking of things she didn't realize, while she still didn't look at your sapphire for very long, only one or two seconds at most, the frequency for which she looked at it was increasing. The gapes where she was staring at you instead of it were ever so slowly growing shorter. Her eyes were beginning to linger on you less and linger on it more. You would need to be patient, but it was safe to say that eventually Emma would be looking at nothing but your beautiful necklace.
So you had denied to tell her your name, maybe you were smarter then you appeared? She would only be using that information to get you reprimanded for your behavior after all. Perhaps she could still coax it out of you though. "To intimidated by me to tell me your name? You must really be a spineless coward. A real man wouldn't be afraid to give out his own name!"
She wasn't finished yet. She still had more to say. More complaints she wanted to make. More of your opinions she wanted to challenge. "Why do you think you have the authority to decide if I look excellent or not, anyway? That isn't your place. I don't even know who you are! Why should I care about your opinion more then my own, especially in matters regarding my own body!"
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I smiled, no longer even instinctively drawing back at all now that I saw that Emma was starting to glance over at the sapphire more often. It seemed my theory might hold water after all! I just had to keep it going now, after all, the British actress was still clearly quite angry even if her gaze was shifting somewhat more often now.
I waited patiently until Emma finally finished talking, before giving her my first real response. "Oh, trying to trick me into saying my name by appealing to my manhood? Not bad." I began to reply, impressed she still had the strength of minc to use tactics such as that. "I won't fall for it though. As for your body, I'm not in the minority when it comes to deciding that it looks excellent. I'm sure all your fans can agree with me that you are indeed, quite hot. You're so beautiful in fact, that your beauty rivals that of this pretty sapphire here!"
I ended my response by mentioning the sapphire, knowing it would help to draw her attention to it a bit faster. After all, she would have less reason to not look at it if the conversation subject was about the necklace I was holding...
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Emma could see that talking it out rationally was going nowhere. Even if she wasn't aware of that fact though, she was so mad that she was naturally losing her wits. It was a bit hard to construct a logically sound argument when she were absolutely livid after all. "You're just a sexist pig!" She hissed in rage. Despite her anger, the actress wasn't actually being very loud. She didn't want to disturb the peaceful quite of the library after all. She wasn't so enraged as to forget the building she was in.
She kept speaking. Picking up in speed and intensity as she went along. It was easy to unleash all her anger about prejudice onto you, because that was what you represented to her. "You're everything wrong with what people think it means to be a man! I'd say you were the textbook definition of toxic masculinity, but you've probably never read a textbook in your life! of You're an entitled, privileged, arrogant, dimwitted misogynist!" She only paused so she could catch her breath.
She would have happily continued to insult you, but then you mentioned the sapphire. You verbally bringing her attention to your necklace was so sudden and out of the blue that it gave her mental whiplash. "What? What does your stupid necklace have to do with anything?" Your plan had worked, but not perfectly. While Emma was now looking at the sapphire consistently, your random mentioning of it had made the actress suspicious.
She was so cautious because she didn't see what you had to gain by discussing a necklace. She didn't know you well, but she didn't think you would bring it up without it having a purpose. You obviously wanted to prove yourself right as badly as she did, but how did a stupid sapphire relate to that goal? Wait, did she think it was stupid? She meant pretty, of course. The more she stared, the more she noticed how overwhelmingly beautiful it was...
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I patiently waited as Emma kept speaking, knowing that even someone as passionate as her would tire out eventually. However, I didn't have to wait too long, as my mention of the sapphire did indeed draw her attention to it. The actress was clearly thrown a bit off kilter as I had hoped, however, she seemed more suspicious than expected. I supposed I shouldn't be too surprised, as Emma Watson's outspokenness was in part due to her intelligence. So of course she would have the common sense to be at least somewhat suspicious, even while experiencing mental whiplash.
I let a few seconds pass after the starlet questioned why I brought up my "stupid necklace", noticing that she wasn't taking her eyes off of it currently. I waited a few more seconds, and couldn't help but notice that Emma had fallen uncharacteristically silent. Finally I answered her question, hoping to throw her mind even more off kilter.
"This stupid necklace has a lot to do with this conversation. After all, don't pretty girls like pretty jewelry?" I asked, further demeaning her.
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"Anyone, of any gender or appearance, can like pretty jewelry." Emma corrected you. "I mean, you're the one wearing the necklace in this situation, even though you're not a pretty girl. I'm surprised your masculinity doesn't feel threatened by owning something you consider to be a feminine item." While the actress was as outspoken as ever, some of the fire was gone from her voice. She hadn't said those words with an enraged hiss. She hadn't said the words doubtfully either though. Her convictions remained unchanged, she was just communicating them more calmly.
There was nothing wrong with that, right? Her anger clearly hadn't gotten her anywhere with you, surely there was nothing for her to lose by being more gentle in her approach instead. Maybe she could even talk you around to her point of view? While she was doing this thinking, Emma failed to notice how her pattern of behavior had flipped. Before her eyes had been focused on you, with occasional glances to the sapphire. Now it was completely the other way around. Her eyes seemed glued to your necklace, with only brief glances to your face.
While Emma wasn't giving you her full attention, that didn't stop her from giving a speech. This time though, it was calm and respectful. "Anyone can wear pretty jewelry. These stereotypes don't help anybody, they only hurt. If you wanted to wear a bright pink dress, that should be your right. If I wanted to wear a formal business suit, that should be my right as well. The fact that you could be bullied for wearing a girly necklace is unacceptable. These narratives we tell each other about gender are just that, narratives. Their only use in life is to hold us back."
She went on. "People deserve to be treated equally. People should be judged by who they are or what they've done. They should never be judged by what they are. Gender doesn't define or even shape our identities. A person's sex is entirely irrelevant everywhere that isn't the bedroom." She stopped staring at the sapphire to look you in the eyes. "I'm more then just a cunt and a pair of tits, just like your more then just a cock." She put her hand over your heart. "This is what actually matters, don't you agree?" It might have been foolish of her, but she felt hopeful. Surely her words had gotten through to you?
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While Emma didn't seem to recognize the change in her attitude, it didn't elude my notice in the slightest. The brunette's eyes were glancing at me less and less often as her attention on the pretty little necklace became more and more rapt. Despite this, she still kept talking. However, her talking was becoming a lot calmer now, to the point where I knew that this also was an effect of the sapphire that held her gaze so well. I didn't even bother listening to Emma's words for the most part, too focused on her behavior to actually pay much attention to them. However, I still got the general gist of it. I paid full attention again once she switched to the subject of pretty girls and girly necklaces, listening for something I could work off of. By the time Emma had finished, I'd already found my reply.
"Sure, anyone can wear pretty jewelry, but that doesn't mean they should. I think it would look much better on a cute girl such as yourself. And that pink dress you mentioned would complement your sexy figure perfectly!"
It was time to see how much progress I'd made. Would my words bring Emma's anger back and throw her mind even further off? Or was she actually already distracted enough by the sapphire to begin to show some agreement with my words despite herself? Either way worked for me. After all, I was willing to take as long as it took to make Emma Watson mine.
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The actress let out a sigh of disappointment. That argument was the last one she had to give. She took her hand off of your chest and let it drop to her side. "I was hoping to change your mind, or at least find some common ground, I sadly don't see that happening though. We'll just have to agree to disagree."
The sapphire had removed her anger and rage, but because of her lack of passion for this topic, she no longer saw any reason to continue arguing you on it. She didn't have a motivation to continue debating you in circles anymore. "I best be off. The book I was looking for must be in a different section."
If you didn't act fast, Emma Watson could slip through your grasp. While her anger made her unreasonable, it had also given her a reason to stay engaged in conversation with you. Now she just felt indifferent to it all. She turned to go, giving your beautiful necklace one last long look. "That sapphire really is stunning," she said more to herself then you. Then she began to walk away.
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I had to admit, as Emma turned away, I was impressed despite it all. This actress's will truly was something. However she would still be at least somewhat susceptible even if she didn't realize it... or at least I hoped. It was somewhat concerning that she was able to turn away at all still, but as she gave it one last look, Emma Watson gave me all I needed to induct her further.
"Yes, it really is stunning, isn't it?" I call after her, following behind while replying to her comment about my sapphire. "If you want, you can look at it for a bit longer! Surely there's no harm in that? I'll even take time to reflect on your arguments as you do so."
At this point, I knew it was time to switch tactics for now. I could try to throw her off again later by saying offensive things later if need be, but for now it seemed that playing along with her was the way to go. Anything to hold Emma Watson's interest in my necklace for longer. I couldn't afford to let her slip out of my grasp when I was so close to victory! I could tell this was the make or break part of the induction process, and I could not afford to screw up.
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"Really?" Emma turned around to face you with shock and surprise on her face. She didn't think you would ever take the time to consider her arguments. If all she had to do to win their debates was stare at a pretty sapphire, then she'd gladly jump at that wonderful opportunity.
If the actress had more of her wits about her, she'd find it curious that you were so desperate to convince to stare at your necklace. It was easy to look past your suspicious behavior though, when looking at the necklace was something she already had wanted to do.
Emma stared at the sapphire intently. She didn't ever look away. She didn't even think of looking away. "You take all the time you need thinking my arguments over," she mumbled. "I'm perfectly happy to just stare at this sapphire for a while. It really is unbelievably pretty."
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"It is, isn't it Emma? You must find it absolutely enchanting if you're staring at it so intently! While you stare at it some more, I'll take all the time I need to think, since you did say you're content with me doing so." I replied, inwardly sighing with relief that things resolved themselves without me having to do anything that would gain a librarian's attention. I was speaking softly and soothingly, in order to seduce the actress's now slightly addled mind and help her relax more.
With the time she had given me to collect my thoughts on why I shouldn't be so misogynistic, I instead thought about how to best proceed. It was probably best to not test her by saying something objectifying, at least for now. Perhaps in a few moments after she stared more I could even get her to thank me for complimenting her, but first I wanted to make sure she fell into trance smoothly with no significant hiccups.
"I suppose I have been a bit mean to you, Emma. I apologize for my behavior. Can you find it in yourself to forgive me? If you accept my apology, I'll let you stare at the sapphire necklace for even longer..." I said, still using my soothing tone of voice to bring the starlet further under. As I talked I couldn't help but look at Emma's face, which was now sporting a bit of a dazed and spaced out expression, though she still had a bit of light in her eyes. I had always imagined a look like this on the cute actress's face, and this was almost identical to my imagination.
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"Of course I forgive you," Emma said distractedly. She wasn't really thinking about what she was saying, but it still felt like the right thing to say. Whatever kept this beautiful sapphire in her line of sight was a good thing. By that logic, forgiving your extreme misogyny came as easy as breathing.
The actress was falling deeper and deeper with every second. It wouldn't be long now before she gave into this relaxing feeling which was slowly overwhelming her. It just felt so good. How could she resist, and why would she even want to? Emma lost track of where she was or what she had been doing. This didn't worry her though. As long as she was with you, staying at your sapphire, everything would be alright.
"I suppose I was too harsh as well," the starlet found herself saying airily. She was learning forward now, just so she could be even closer to the necklace. "I shouldn't have been so rude to you. I guess I was just being stubborn and shortsighted. I'm sorry for being such a pain."
The words made sense for her to say. Here was a man generous enough to show her this stunning sapphire, and she had yelled in his face and insulted him. She had nearly even slapped. Her response to his comments now felt like a gross overreaction. "I hope you can forgive me."
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I nodded my head in approval, satisfied that Emma was now deep enough to the point where I could be a tad less cautious with my words again. When she even went as far as to ask me for forgiveness, I had to hold myself back from cracking up a bit. Five minutes ago, Emma Watson had nearly been at my throat in anger over my sexist comments about her figure. Now here she was, absentmindedly apologizing for being so harsh about it. Not to mention I hadn't even told her to do that; she did it of her own volition! This was a very good sign of the progress I had made so far.
"I forgive you too of course, Emma! You've been so cooperative in looking at this sapphire, so I can't stay upset. I must say, I think that this sapphire necklace would complement your ravishing figure well, maybe you can try it on in a bit. After all, jewelry like this is more fitting for a girl like you than for a guy like me."
I spoke softly and soothingly still, despite me words holding content that would have set Emma off just a bit ago. My hope was that speaking words like these in a different tone now would help make Emma less alarmed by them, and even perhaps get her to begin agreeing with them. The actress was starting to become decently entranced at this point, so my hope was not an unlikely one. For all I knew she could even be thankful for the compliment in her current dazed state.
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Your comment about the actress's ravishing figure didn't fill her with rage and hate like it would have a few minutes ago. Likewise, it also didn't make her blush in embarrassment or appreciation. Emma Watson was on a perfectly neutral plane of being currently. She was far gone enough where didn't take your words as an insult. However, she wasn't so far gone to take your words as a compliment either. The comment didn't offend or delight her. This level of progress was still remarkable though. You had made staunch feminist Emma Watson apathetic towards sexism.
"You'd really let me wear it?" She asked in overwhelming excitement. It sounded too good to be true. Like a wish upon a star effortlessly granted. A fairytale come to life. Emma's hand came up instinctively to take it. While her body had given in, her mind still had some reservations. "I'm not sure..." She said in concern. "It's not that I don't want to wear it," she clarified. "In fact, nothing would please me more. I'm just worried that I won't ever be willing to give it back once I put it on. I don't want to steal such a stunning sapphire from you."
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"I'm glad you feel so empathetic, but don't worry about a thing!" I replied, noting that it was a good sign that Emma was already thinking about my needs before her own, to an extent. I hadn't even had to tell her to do so! "Really, I don't mind if you want to keep it forever. Consider it as a gift to you from me. In return, perhaps you could consider allowing me to complement you on your looks more often? In fact, maybe you can even begin to feel flattered by my compliments, and appreciate them! Is that asking for too much, when this necklace is so enchanting?"
Baby steps. First I would do something on a smaller scale like change the starlet's attitude towards compliments on her looks and misogynistic remarks, but from that founding point I could begin to truly start molding her...
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You were willing to part with such a stunning sapphire forever, surely it would be nothing but rude of her to not give something back in return. Yes, that was why she was agreeing with your terms, because it was what manners dictated. There was surely no greater reason. "For this sapphire, you can complement me as much as you like. Whenever you want for however long you want. If you give me the sapphire now, and let me keep it, I promise I'll always appreciate your flattery."
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“That’s great! You’re so much cuter when you’re nice and amicable like this, Emma. I’m glad I was able to run into you today. I’ve has a nice view of that body of yours this entire time!”
The time was finally here. The test of my progress so far. Would the famous feminist, Emma Watson, truly be flattered by sexist remarks such as those? Even as I spoke, I looked back at everything I’d said to her so far. Outside of this encounter with her, I had never said anything half that sexist my entire life. But with Emma, it all was down to changing her personality. To make her mine, I chose the route that would make her angriest. And it had paid off.
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Now that you had handed the glorious sapphire over, the young actress was more then happy to let her anger over your sexism and misogyny go. With her self righteousness washed clean from her, she could see yours words not as insults, but as compliments. You were praising her physical appearance, how else should she feel about that but immensely flattered?
"You really enjoy just looking at my body that much? You're too kind." Her words were genuine and earnest. She wasn't just telling you want you wanted to hear because you gave over the sapphire. If nothing else did, the blush on her cheeks proved her sincerity. "Thank you so much. I'm really glad I was able to run into you today too."
Suddenly, the young actress's face turned somber and regretful. "I'm sorry I haven't appreciated your many generous compliments up until now. I can be a real pain in the ass apparently. I mean, you just wanted to say something nice about my body and I basically treated you like the ringleader of all misogyny, bigotry and sexism. I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you somehow, I promise."
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"Oh, I'm sure you will! I forgive you of course, how could I not? Being able to look at your amazing figure has been worth all the trouble, after all! By the way, you haven't tried the necklace on yet. You should do so, I'm sure it would complement said body fantastically!"
This was it. The moment of truth. The sapphire-wrought trance would become ten times stronger the moment it was around her neck, bring her ten times deeper under my control. All my previous commands would become even ten times stronger. That probably meant that instead of just liking compliments, Emma would be begging me for them. That would certainly be a sight to see! I could even imagine my compliments making her giggle like an airheaded schoolgirl rather than the famously intelligent actress she was usually known to be. That would certainly be a great step in changing her to my ideal girl, I had to admit.
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The actress didn't need to be told twice. She biggest choice of her life was also the one she agreed to the easiest. Even without the sapphire on, her defiance had been thoroughly snuffed out. She looked back at her entitled behavior with embarrassment and shame. She was looking forward to getting the chance to repay you for your many generosities with dealing with her bitchy attitude.
Emma Watson effortlessly clapped the necklace around her neck. As the sapphire fell into place just above the beginning of her cleavage, everything else fell into place as well. It was like the ground had given way under her feet, but instead of feeling panicked about that, she felt nothing but bliss and relief. Whatever this was, this was good.
"How do I look?" Emma asked in an extremely needy voice. It would be obvious to anyone with ears that she was desperately fishing for compliments. In case you didn't understand her full meaning, she elaborated. "I don't just mean the necklace, all of me." She gestured to her whole body.
There was a weird juxtaposition between Emma's modest and conservative outfit with her more exploitive attitude. Of course, all it would take was a single shopping spree to make it so the actress's persona was reinforced with how she dressed.
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I looked her up and down, eyes resting on certain points to take it all in. I couldn't believe it. Here was Emma Watson herself, posing for me and asking what I thought of her body. She was desperate for my compliments and mine alone. I would be able to push this further now with no difficulty. She was putty in my hands prior to putting the necklace on, and now she was ten times that.
I decided to test out what the effects of complimenting her now would be, by doing just that. "You look amazing, Emma! I was right, the necklace fits your sexy form perfectly!"
I smiled at her in approval, giving the now entranced starlet a chance to respond so I could gauge her reaction.
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Her reaction was immediate. "You really think so? I'm so glad you're happy!" She said in an excited squeal which was definitely serval degrees too loud to be made in the library. If that wasn't enough, her cheeks had turned beet red and she was quickly fanning her face with the back of her hand to cool herself down.
"Do you really think I'm sexy?" She asked once some semblance of calm had returned to her. She raised that question with incredulous hope on her voice. It was the praise she had wanted so desperately, but it sounded almost too good to be true. "Even in this drab and boring outfit? You're sure there's nothing I can do to look more appealing?"
Just in case you didn't understand where her line of questioning was coming from, she explained. "You know how they say, 'if you've got it flaunt it'? I'm just worried I'm not using my body to its full potential when it comes to what I wear. I aim to please, but am I successfully hitting the mark? Is there something I can do better?"
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“Of course I think you’re sexy!” I replied, doubling down on her need for compliments. I then smiled knowingly in response to her words. I myself had planned on taking advantage of this situation to get her to either wear more revealing clothes, or more girly clothes. I now decided I would have her buy both. And I hadn’t even needed to goad her on to want to do it! Her newfound attitude towards me objectifying her caused her to do all the work for me.
“Hmm, I think you’re right, Emma. You would be even hotter if you wore something more flashy! Want to leave this library and go shopping for some new clothes? I’ll pick them all for you, naturally. You trust my taste, right? I know exactly what will make you look even cuter.”
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"Sure," Emma agreed easily. The famous celebrity reached out her hand and grabbed yours, like you were old friends who went places together all the time. Indeed, Emma Watson trusted you like she would an old friend, maybe even more so. "I love shopping. Let's go right now. I think I've spent enough time in this library for today."
She dragged you towards the exit. There was an excited energy in her movements. She couldn't wait to get out of her and arrive at the shops. This would be the beginning of an exciting adventure, she thought. While some of the librarians found the sight of an actress leaving hand in hand with an unknown stranger odd, none of them bothered to stop the two of you.
You were both outside now. "Do you want to take your car or mine?" She asked. It was a serious thing to consider. Obviously, her car would be driven by a driver. Said driver would definitely have some queries for Emma about who you were. Likewise though, if you took your car, Emma's drive would notice that she had mysteriously vanished. Indeed, running of with alone a celebrity never didn't raise some questions.
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I thought about it for a moment, and decided it would be best to use Emma’s car. At this point, I figured nobody would be able to guess what I’d actually done to her. They’d just think she was acting weird. I was sure the driver would still be inquisitive about both my presence and Emma’s behavior, prompting him to ask questions, but I didn’t mind. In fact, I would probably enjoy it! It would be fun to see another person’s reaction to the actress humiliating herself even further during our drive to a clothing store. Plus it would probably be the nicest car I’d ever ridden in, which was definitely a factor in my decision.
I replied to Emma as the car in question started pulling up to us. Her driver must have noticed us editing the library, I supposed. “Let’s take your car, Emma! Your driver’s right here anyways. By the way, I truly appreciate your change in attitude. I said this earlier and it was what made you upset, but I’ll say it again. Your cleavage looks nice today!” I exclaimed, unable to stop myself from messing with the enchanted starlet’s mind further. It was just too amazing to not take advantage of.
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Bill was very confused when his employer, the famous Emma Watson herself, stepped into her car with a complete stranger. If this setup wasn't weird enough already, the piece of their conversation he did hear was even weirder. "My breasts have always been one of my best assets! That's why it was so important for me to show off plenty of cleavage. I'm so glad you appreciated the view! In the past, I've been too shy to really show myself off. You've given me so much confidence though, that that's definitely about to change."
Bill couldn't believe his ears. Not only were the words coming out of the starlet's mouth so against her usual nature and values, but even the way she was speaking was significantly different. Her voice almost sounded ditzy, which was a description he would have never given the talented and intelligent actress before. Was Emma joking around with this new guy who he didn't recognize? Was this all some incredible sarcasm on her behalf? What other explanation could there be? Maybe this guy was a misogynyist and Emma was pranking him with her slutty performance?
Even if that were the case, would his employer really invited someone into her car just so she could humiliate them for being a sexist prick? Bill had so many questions. Unfortunately, he didn't get to ask any of them. The young woman who paid him was quickly giving him her next destination. "Take us to the nearest shoppers center, Bill!" She said excitedly. "Me and my new friend here are going shopping. I've got a lot of new clothes to pick out. It's definitely time to get rid of my all the clothes from my old wardrobe." He raised his eyebrow in confusion, but nevertheless started driving.
Something obviously wasn't right about this, but Bill didn't know what to do about it. He couldn't refuse to drive Emma to where she wanted to go just because she was acting out the the ordinary. It wasn't his place to make sure the actress was safe and sound, it was only his place to get her from A to B. Still, he did earnestly care about her. She was an inspiring young woman, and Bill's own daughter really looked up to her. Emma was such a role model, he wasn't comfortable with her acting like this. What if his daughter, who was a young adult herself, decided she wanted to follow Emma's lead?
Bill didn't want his kid to think the attention of men was more important then anything else, and that was exactly how Emma was currently acting. Men tried to take advantage of pretty women all the time. The last thing all the young women who looked up to Emma Watson needed to think was that men objectifying them was the key to their worth. He needed to say something without making it obvious that he disproved of the actress's current choice in company. "Ms Watson, I'm so sorry to interrupt, but I'm afraid your passanger and I have yet to be properly introduced."
"Sure." Emma agreed easily. She did sound slightly disappointed though that the conversation had turned away from shopping and her cleavage. "This is Bill," she said to the stranger. "He's my driver, but he's also my dear friend. His daughter and I are really close too. Her name is Jane and she's amazing. A real modern woman. I've always loved that she views me as an older sister to her." With Bill introduced, Emma turns to introduce the stranger. Then she stops herself. "Sorry, you never actually told me your name. When I asked, I was still being really bitchy to you. I'll let you introduce yourself if you want to."
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I smiled as I watched the driver, whose name I had just learned was Bill, was barely able to hide his shock at Emma Watson's apparent complete 180 in personality. I especially enjoyed that the first thing he had heard was Emma talking about her cleavage. What a way to start things off with a bang! As he started driving, I could tell Bill was covertly trying to figure things out. I decided to play along, since I didn't see the harm. Though, perhaps I should have at least given Emma my name beforehand... Her lack of knowledge on would seem odd to literally anyone in this situation.
"My name? I'm Brandon, nice to meet you, Bill." I said politely, deciding there was no need to share my last name. I also had decided there was no reason to lie about my first name, so I was at least being honest so far. "Emma and I met in the library, and really hit it off. She was, as she put it, a bit bitchy at first, but I think she was just in a bad mood today. I helped cheer her up, and she seems to be in a much more agreeable mood now. Isn't that right, Emma?"
As I talked, I looked around the expensive car a bit, and appreciated how nice it was. I could get used to this. Though, I wasn't sure if I'd ever be able to get used to hearing Emma talking in her new ditzier tone of voice. It was more amazing than I ever could have imagined. I had really outdone myself. I couldn't wait to see Emma with that voice and new personality paired with new revealing outfits and girly dresses!
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Bill had hoped your answer would have been illuminating for him. That it would offer him some yet unseen insight as to why his employer had asked a stranger to join her on a shopping spree and also why his employer was acting so strange to begin with. Unfortunately, your reply hadn't provided any useful information for Bill. The only thing that stood out as peculiar was the odd fact that Emma hadn't even know your name until literally just now. Seriously, who brought someone into their car with them when they didn't even know their first name yet? It was becoming swiftly apparent to Bill that something was gravely wrong about all of this.
Emma's response to your words didn't help dull his growing suspicions. "I love being agreeable!" She said like an excited child in a candy store. "It always makes you so happy when I say 'yes'. I like everything better when you're happy, Brandon! Thank you so much for cheering me up! I didn't realize how unbelievably intolerable I was being until you showed up and set me straight." Bill had to do something, anything! He couldn't just let all this continue. None of it felt right. For now though, he had to get his employer to the shopping center. He'd figure out a plan once she was there and he had some time alone to think.
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I smiled, glad that making me happy made Emma happy. This was my most successful try at hypnotizing a person to date! However, it was not lost on me that Emma's driver, Bill, was extremely suspicious. I knew he wouldn't be making any moves until the enchanted actress and I were out of the car, but it wouldn't do for him to make any moves at all. It was just my luck that Emma happened to have a driver that she was close with. I couldn't just tell her to get rid of him when he was right here with us... and hypnotizing him while he was driving was out of the question unless I wanted a car crash on my hands. I decided to worry about it later. After all, what could Bill really do? It's not like he could ever guess what had happened, and he certainly would never be able to prove it if he did.
"You're welcome, Emma! I'm glad I was able to convince you to be more tolerable, too! The shopping center should be less than a minute away now, are you excited for your makeover?"
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As if summoned by your words, the shopping center indeed was before them now. You'd be there in seconds. "I'm so, so, SO excited!" Emma replied to your words with sincere giddy glee in her voice. "I can't wait for you to help me with my makeover! No more drab outfits for me, it's time I embrace my sexual appeal. After all, what's the point of having a body this hot if you never show it off? I can't believe I didn't realize that sooner. Thank you so much Brandon, for enlightening me."
Frankly, Bill was as horrified as he was confused. He had been Emma Watson's driver for years, she was like a part of the family. She'd never ever talked like this before. He'd have never let her be a role model for his daughter if she always acted like this. What could have possibly happened to change her point of view so much? Just who were you? The mysterious Brandon who had convinced a staunch feminist that dressing modestly was fundamentally wrong.
In mere moments after that, he was stopping the car in a reserved parking spot. They had finally arrived. "I'll stay in the car and wait for you both to return," Bill said. He honestly didn't mind staying here and waiting, he had a lot to think about after all. Like what he was going to do about Emma, and what he was going to do about you. "Have fun shopping."
"Yay! We're here Brandon!" Emma said, seemingly ignoring her trusted driver. The famous celebrity offered you her hand to take. She gave you the chance to lead her, knowing you would take her where she needed to go. You were so wise after all. She knew she could listen to your guidance. "Are you ready to start my makeover?
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I grinned, taking Emma's hand after a second of reflection. This was really happening. The legendary Emma Watson was hypnotized by me, and now she was offering me her hand! I could lead her to any kind of store I wanted, have her wear whatever I wanted her to, and even get her to pose and model her new clothes for me. All because she was so desperate for compliments and approval from me. This was truly amazing.
Despite my internal excitement, I still noticed Bill's concern about the situation. I took note of it, deciding to be cautious around him from now on just in case. Even if there was no way he could figure out what I had done, it still wouldn't be good if I got too sloppy near him. In the meantime, though, I had a sexy starlet to make over.
"Am I ready to start your makeover?! I was born ready! I can't wait to make you look hotter, and you're already hot to begin with!" I replied, making sure to compliment Emma, since she loves being complimented so much, even before I've made her over.
"Now, let's see... where's the closest store that sells skimpy clothing? Oh, I know! We just need to go to any woman's clothing store you used to avoid! Do you see any of those nearby?" I asked the airheaded actress, smiling.
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Your compliment worked like a charm. Emma’s cheeks instantly turned redder then a flourishing rose in bloom. While she held your hand with her own right hand, she fanned her face with palm of her left hand. “Brandon, you’re so sweet! You really know how to treat a lady.” Her voice stopped being giddy and instead became something more sexy and sensual. “I think I’ll keep you around. Being in your company is quite enticing.” She leaned forward to whisper into your ear. “If you’re not careful, I might even become addicted to you. Then you’d never be able to get rid of me.”
She leaned back, revealing a playful smirk and a glint of excitement in her eyes. Emma had never been any good at flirting in the past. No matter how hard she tried, she seemed to always make a complete fool of herself. Ever since meeting you though, she felt much more confident in herself. Plus, even if she somehow made a mistake, she was sure you’d correct her. That would only help her to become as alluring as possible, which sounded to very thrilling to her. Before any of that, you’d asked her a question she needed to answer. “There’s one,” she pointed to a nearby clothing store. It was called ‘Less is More’. Which referred to how much skin their outfits left visible.
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Steam nearly shot out of my ears as Emma Watson flirted with me. To her credit, I couldn't even tell she was inexperienced with flirting. She made it seem like it was the most natural thing in the world to her. In fact, I was now almost fanning my own face myself! I could definitely do with more of this attitude from her, since it was perfect to go alongside her other more giddy and air-headed demeanor. I still couldn't believe this was the same actress who had been yelling in my face earlier in the day! Hypnosis was truly a wonderful thing.
"I certainly wouldn't complain about that at all. In fact, you being addicted to me sounds like it would be awesome! I love having you around Emma, especially when you talk to me like that!" I replied, before looking at the store she had pointed out. "Less is More", huh? That's a fitting name, especially for you, as I'm sure we're about to find out! Aren't you just so excited for me to see your body?"
I led the Starlet inside the store, still holding her hand, as I talked.
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"Well," Emma replied immediately, "since you and I both like the idea of me becoming addicted to you, maybe I should talk to you like this more often." Despite all your alterations to the famous celebrity, the woman clearly still possessed her sharp wit. Now though, instead of using it to dismantle your opinions as sexist dogma, she was rather using it to flirt with you.
Indeed, quite the improvement. "I'm very excited for you to see my body, Brandon." Emma went on. She leaned over once again to whisper into your ear. This time, her comment was even dirtier. "However wet for you think I am, I'm wetter. I can't wait to see the look on your face when you finally see my drenched and dripping cunt."
Emma could have went on, and indeed she intended to, but she was interrupted by a salesgirl for the store they'd just entered. "Welcome!" the blonde greeted friendly. "Here at 'Less is More', we believe any skin that can be shown off, should be shown off." The woman demonstrated this motto with her own wardrobe. As she stood before you presently, she was wearing a bikini which only managed to barely cover her tits as well as short shorts that only blocked her womanhood from veiw. Literally every other part of her was free to be ogled.
"A lady's body is a gift," the blonde went on passionately. This wasn't just some employee reading from a company script. It was clear and obvious that she was speaking from the heart. She meant every word she said. "It's the duty of the beautiful to share the view of their assets with others. More so, we here at 'Less is More' believe a woman undressing is far more essential then a woman's dress. Despite that, we still encourage girls to wear the most revealing clothes they can. Removing the clothing is just more important then the clothing itself."
Truly, you had lead Emma Watson into a misogynist's ideal paradise.
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Before I could reply to Emma's more forward flirting, we were interrupted by the salesgirl who welcomed us. I took a moment to appreciate her clothing before looking around the store. There was so much skimpy clothing, that I could scarcely begin to choose what I would like to see Emma in! I looked back at the woman.
"What you just said is perfect! This store will suit our needs perfectly. Do you have any recommendations for where we should start? This is the famous Emma Watson, by the way. How do you think she should be dressed when she wears a revealing outfit in public for the first time?"
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"You don't need to tell me this is Emma Watson," the salesgirl said in reply. "I'd recognize this uptight entitled bitch anywhere." Her tone had suddenly turned harsh and stern. The sight of the actress had left this saleswoman seemingly incensed.
Now, she addressed the celebrity head on, in a defiant challenge. "Have you come to insult my pure expression of my own feminine form as somehow sexist? You give feminists a bad name!" The girl was absolutely seething with unchecked rage and aggression.
Emma was so shocked by this sudden and immediately intense confrontation, that she was completely and utterly speechless. She looked to you for help. Perhaps you might know what to say in this dreadful situation.
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I looked back and forth between Emma and the woman for a second, before deciding to intervene.
“Woah, woah! Don’t worry, Emma’s a changed woman now. Right Emma? She’s here to buy herself some new and skimpy clothes, and wants to show off her body more from now on. I convinced her to see that point of view only an hour ago in fact. Maybe this store will even get more business if Emma promotes it by wearing clothes from here!”
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Emma nods eagerly in agreement with the words you spoke on her behalf. Your defense helped give her the time she needed for her to be able to find her own voice. "He's right! I have seen the error of my ways! My old views were ignorant and irresponsible. I'm sorry for the damage they may have caused. I know how influential I am. The idea that I may have inspired other young women to be as narrow minded as I was is honestly terrifying. Please, forgive me. I'm trying to be the woman I always was supposed to be now."
The salesgirl was honestly blown away by Emma's impassioned speech. She was shocked to her core. This actress had always stood for everything she utterly despised. Emma represented indignation for indignations sake. She used her gender as a shield against all legitimate criticism. The idea that Emma would one day miraculous see how stupid she had been, this salesgirl had never dared to hope such a beautiful thing could come to pass. It was even better then that, the celebrity was acknowledging her negative impact and was seeking redemption.
"Thank you for saying that. I honestly thought you were too prideful to admit your mistakes, I'm so happy to be wrong. This is a day of healing. You are restoring your own femininity Emma, and I'd be honored to help." The salesgirl smile was radiant in glee. "My name's April, by the way!" The woman introduced herself.
Then she turned to address you. "First decision we need to make before the makeover can begin, what color should this outfit predominantly be? I'm asking you this though, since you have experience objectifying Emma. Considering Emma's inexperience in trying to look sexy, I can't trust her to make these decisions. It's best that a man such as yourself answers the question. What color do you think makes Emma look the hottest?"
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I introduced myself in turn, telling April my name was Brandon. Then I pondered my answer, thinking about what color to go with. I hadn't even thought this far ahead yet, considering that when I woke up this morning I hadn't dreamt in a million years that I would successfully hypnotize Emma Watson.
"Hmm... I think maybe pink? That should be a good color to start with. After all, what better way to show Emma's femininity than having her wear the color most associated with it? You agree, right Emma?" I asked, knowing there was almost no way she would disagree. "Wouldn't you be super happy to look pretty and girly in pink revealing clothing, especially if it's for me?"
I was having a ton of fun with this now. I could tell April was enjoying the situation as well, even though she had no idea about how this had all come to transpire to begin with.
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"Of course," Emma replied without missing a beat. Her dazzling smile fully restored on her face now that April had forgiven her for her terrible past transgressions. "You're so unbelievably wise Brandon. I trust your guidance completely, to the point where I would follow you over my own instincts. Considering all the mistakes I made before while listening to my gut, the only reasonable thing for me to do is to depend on your genius to make my decisions for me. I'm just not ready to trust myself with choosing yet, not after you enlightened me to how grossly wrong I've been."
Apirl nodded along in understanding. "I think that's very wise Emma. You certainly need guidance in this uncertain time of your life. Changing your attitude so greatly and so quickly can often make you loose your center of gravity. One can forget which way is up. Considering the circumstances, Brandon is the obvious solution to your problems. He's clearly a kind and smart young man. I'm sure your in good hands relying on him to make your choices for you."
She was encouraging the actress's line of thinking. You clearly shared April's values if you brought Emma to this store, so the more April could support the idea that the celebrity should stick with you, the better it would be for the actress in the long term. Yes, Emma could learn quite a lot from you. Best you were given adequate time to rub off on this famous celebrity. Emma Watson was a trendsetter, an influencer. She was an inspiration to so many impressionable women around the world. Change Emma, and April might start to see a lot more women abandoning the hateful and foolish practices of third-wave feminism.
"So," April spoke up again, addressing you as she did, "you've chosen pink. The next important question is then, what type of pink? What shade? The different variants all have different meanings. If you want to make Emma look more girly then sexy, I'd recommend a lighter and gentler shade of pink. If you want to make Emma to look more sexy then girly, I'd recommend hot pink." Those were the two extremes. While of course the final outfit would make Emma look both girly and sexy, it would inevitably make her look more like one than the other. What was your preference? "Once again, the choice is yours Brandon."
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“Hmm... this is tough! I think in order to make the right statement in terms of Emma’s change in mindset though, we should be going with the light pink. It will show how Emma now thinks there’s nothing wrong with being a girly girl, something that will impact a much bigger number of people. Of course, we can also get Emma other new clothes while we’re here. If she’s gonna be dressing to show her assets from now on, she’ll need an entire new wardrobe!”
I looked over at Emma, grinning. “So, shall we get started?” I asked, looking back over at April.
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