This is a work of pure fiction. It involves elements of mind control that may upset some readers. Please read on only if that does not bother you.
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Lidia had discovered her gift as she reached maturity. It may have been triggered by the changes in her body, for as much as she could tell. But she soon realised that she could perceive people's true emotions and moreover, influence them. She had heard stories of a gypsy great-grandmother who had the reputation of being a mind reader and able to cast curses on people, but she had never paid heed to them. But she had realised that maybe it was a trait that she had inherited from her and that had laid dormant in the previous generations. Be as it may, from 18 onwards she had been able to detect people's true emotions and even alter them to her advantage. It did however require a lot of effort and concentration and would leave her exhausted for days. As such she only used it sparingly.
Over the years she had still managed to make a fortune for herself using her special gift. And, being a lesbian, she had also had her share of attractive girlfriends. She had also developed a disgust for men and their motives (which she could easily detect) and had taken particularly great pleasure in "convincing" straight girls to leave particularly odious boyfriends for her.
Now in her 40s she felt satisfied and sated, Forgoing her hedonistic pleasure, she had decided to employ her powers to help other lesbians in distress. She had taken to going around public cafes, shops, libraries, universities and other public areas to catch some "frustrated lesbian vibes" and employ her powers to help a fellow sapphic worshipper find the happiness she deserved. Even better if that meant "converting" a straight girl and making her dump her boyfriend. The only other personal gain she derived from this was planting instructions in the mind of her subjects to record events on a smartphone or webcam that she could then access and download to see the fruits of her labour.
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It was a hot summer day and Lidia had decided to stop at a local ice cream parlour, just wanting to escape the heat and rest a bit. On her way to a free table, she passed by a group of young girls, whom she judged to be between 18 and 19 years old, giggling to themselves while showing each other their smartphones. She noticed a slim, petite girl with a cute, youthful face, long straight blonde hair and big green eyes in particular. But for her height, she could have easily been a model and while obviously a fun-loving girl, she also had an air of innocence about her that strongly appealed to Lidia. In her younger years, Lidia would have probed her mind and planted the seeds for a change in attitude that would have brought the young girl in her arms. Instead she just sat to her table and started enjoying her ice cream.
However, it did not take long for her mind to start picking up a familiar vibe. Concentrating on its origin, her gaze stopped at a few tables away from the group of giggling girls. It came from a middle aged Indian woman, dressed in a traditional sari, sitting by herself. She looked to be in her late 30's to early 40's, with jet black hair she kept in a single, long braid and light brown skin. She was around 5'4 and slightly chubby. She was staring at the girl's table and in particular at the young blonde girl Lidia had noticed before.
Lidia could sense a sense of longing and sadness emanating from the Indian lady. A sensation she had become finely attuned to over the years. The frustration felt by many lesbians when confronted with the object of their desires, full knowing it is utterly unattainable to them. She could sense that the woman's pain was not known, but had been festering inside her for a long time, maybe decades. And she could also sense resignation growing. Lidia knew that she had to help this poor woman.
She next focused her attention on the blonde teenager. The girl emanated an aura of happiness. She had a pretty good life: a loving family, friends and a boyfriend she was madly in love with. Lidia grimaced at the thought of a boy being intimate with such a pretty and pure girl. She also sensed no trace of attraction to women. The girl was as straight as they come. But not for long. Lidia was going to rescue this little girl from the clutches of patriarchy. And who better than the Indian lady looking longingly at the teen? Lidia could sense an unbridled lust, simmering inside the lady like a volcano waiting to erupt. She knew that, given the chance, she was gonna rock the young girl's world. And Lidia was gonna make sure she would get that chance.
The subtle mental manipulation that she had mastered over the years was not straightforward. It was not about conveying orders logically, but rather converting them into impulses and emotions the target would act on, bypassing their rational mind. It had taken a long time to fine tune her abilities and it still took a considerable effort on Lidia.
She did not need to manipulate the Indian lady too much, as she was already staring at the young girl and obviously desiring her. Her main focus would be to implant emotions in the teen's mind to make her turn and look in the direction of the Indian lady. Once visual contact with her had been established, she would instill a feeling of attraction and a compulsion to go over and approach the older woman in the young girl. She would then gently nudge the conversation in the direction she wanted, simply based on manipulating or even overriding the emotional feedback she would perceive. She thus got read by sitting at the table next to the Indian woman (after convincing the previous customers to get up and leave), so as to overhear the conversation.
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Chrissy was having a good time with her friends, laughing at the latest memes and commenting on Instagram posts. They had met that afternoon for an ice cream and were planning to attend a party later that night. Chrissy's boyfriend, one of the most popular guys in school and the envy of her friends, would come and meet her after dinner to go to the party together and she was looking forward to having a good time and then enjoying some intimacy with him.
As she was reading through a meme on her friend's phone, she suddenly felt the urge to turn her head to the right, as if to look for something important. That's when her eyes fixed upon a middle aged Indian woman in a traditional garb sitting a few tables away and looking in her direction. Their eyes crossed. Chrissy's logical impulse would have been to look away immediately. Instead, she kept staring at her and felt the urge to smile at her. She saw a look of pleasant surprise on the lady's face, who eventually smiled back.
Chrissy's instinct was to just go back to chat with her friends, but instead she felt an impulse to get up and go and talk to the Indian lady at the table. It was like something telling here that there was something about that woman she needed to find out. So she stood up and walked to the table, with her friends just assuming she was going to the restroom.
When she arrived in front of the Indian lady, she looked and smiled at her while saying, "Hi...I know it's kinda weird, but, well, I noticed you looking at me and...well, just wanted to say hi, I guess..."
The Indian woman looked at Chrissy with an expression of disbelief. Was this happening? Had this young, pretty girl just walked up to her and introduced herself? Or was she hallucinating?
"Oh...wow..well, nice meeting you, huh, Ms...?" said the Indian lady.
"You can call me Chrissy. And what's your name?"
"Ratna. Well, it's nice meeting you Chrissy! Ermm...do you have to go back to your friends now? I...well...it would be nice to chat with you a bit..."
Indeed, Chrissy wanted to go back to her friends, but a strong sensation fell over her, compelling her to take a sit in front of Ratna and talk to her.
"I...I guess it's ok", said Chrissy, looking a bit confused as she sat down.
"So...ummm...what is it that you do in life Chrissy?"
"Well...I will start my first year in University this Autumn..."
"Oh! Damn, you must be very young! You could be my daughter....so...why did you come over to talk to me?"
Chrissy hesitated before answering. She wanted to say for no reason at all, but that choice of words felt wrong, almost making her physically sick. She could not even consider uttering them. Instead, she was feeling an urge to answer positively.
"Uhmm...it's because you seemed so....interesting." she finally managed to answer.
"Wow...I'm not used to hearing something like that, especially from a pretty girl like you. Oh...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to say that..." said Ratna.
"No...it's ok. I actually...liked your compliment..." continued a conflicted Chrissy. She then felt the urge to add a similar compliment, "In fact, I think you are...umm...very attractive yourself..."
