Miles hated sharing a house with a girl. Her stuff was everywhere, constantly. And Ashley was no ordinary girl - she was, by far, the messiest girl Miles had ever encountered. His older sister seemed like a neat freak compared to Ashley.
He had moved in with her because of the cheap rent, which apparently was due to the fact that Ashley had found it difficult to find a roommate. No kidding, Miles thought to himself when he first saw her house. There were dirty dishes littering the kitchen counters, clothes all over her bedroom floor, and her bathroom was absolutely disgusting.
Luckily, Miles was renting a room that had its own bathroom, so he didn't have to share that space with her. But the layout of the house made it so that their bedrooms shared a wall. So every night, Miles could hear her masturbate and then fall asleep. Every single night, Miles was tortured by the sound of her vibrator's low hum, accompanied by the soft moans she emitted every so often. Finally, after a strangled cry, the vibrator would turn off, and about 5 minutes later she would begin to snore.
She snored so loudly. It always kept Miles up. At least, he told himself that it was because of her snoring and not the way her pre-bedtime ritual always stirred him up. After a while, he started just masturbating along with her each night. When combined with his usual ritual of a quick pound-off in his morning shower (to get rid of his morning wood), he had become a habitual masturbator. And it was all Ashley's fault.
It really didn't help that she happened to be ridiculously hot. She had a petite little frame, despite her habits of gouging herself on chips and candy and lazing around all day long. At some point, Miles found out that she didn't even have a job - she collected an allowance from her late father's trust fund, and she supplemented that with her rent. It wasn't like her parents had been exceptionally wealthy, but Miles found it awfully distasteful that she didn't even work. She did nothing more than sit around and smoke weed all day.
Of course, that had originally been one of her selling points - Miles was looking for a place that didn't mind if he lit up every once in a while. But to come downstairs and be getting ready for work and to smell it, and see her ripping the bong at 7:45 in the morning, that was just not Miles's idea of normalcy.
One morning, he got a little fed up with it and finally said something about being worried about the smell of weed still being on his clothes when he was at work. She laughed and told him he should quit if the workplace was discriminatory. He held his tongue so he didn't point out that not everyone can make a living without having to work.
He opted instead to just head off for work without another word. All day, he simmered over it and by the time he got home he had to steel himself before going inside.
She was smoking away as always, and had obviously ordered doordash. Takeout containers littered the living room. He walked in and made eye contact with her and sighed.
She raised an eyebrow. "Is that your way of telling me you're upset?"
Miles swallowed, trying not to lose his temper. "I know it's not exactly my place, but... I mean, Ashley... this place is covered in trash. You have lots of free time, would it kill you to clean up after yourself?"
He watched her expression shift from indifference to anger. "You're right," she said sharply, "it really isn't your place. It's actually not your business at all. If you don't like it here you can leave."
With that she turned back to her bong and began dumping out the bowl into the ashtray. She busied herself with packing a new bowl. Finally, using the last bit of his resolve, Miles turned and walked away. He might have popped a blood vessel, he's not sure. But he managed to make it back to his room before he did something he'd regret.
Still peeved, Miles went to his computer to scroll and cool off a little. He was browsing one of his favorite sites and all of a sudden he noticed an ad in the side margin of the webpage.
"Girl in your life driving you crazy?" The ad read. "Click here to find out how to charm your troubles away." Curiosity got the better of him and he clicked the ad, which brought him to a new website in a separate tab.
The website's domain was "charmagirl," and it seemed like a well-designed webpage. The link had brought him to a purchase page, but he decided to read their "About" page first.
"Is there a girl in your life that is driving you absolutely nuts? Would you like nothing more than to get back at her in the best way possible? We have invented a product that can charm any girl or woman over the age of 18. Once charmed, she will be unaware of what is happening to her. Using our patented technology, you can give her commands that will be absorbed into her subconscious, but will affect her behaviors at all times. You will find that when a girl enters a trance state she is helpless to resist your charms."
That certainly sounded appealing to Miles. He wanted to get back at Ashley for being such a terrible housemate, and it wouldn't hurt to be able to subconsciously condition her to be a bit more tidy. He'd really just be doing her a favor!
Miles didn't want to admit the other aspect of his interest in this product, he didn't want to admit that he had grown partially hard from reading the website and thinking about Ashley being charmed, completely vulnerable to his commands.
He navigated back to the page where he could purchase the product and pulled out his wallet to make the purchase.
"Five hundred bucks?" He muttered aloud to himself. This better fucking work!
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Two and a half weeks later, Miles returned home from work to find Ashley painting her toenails in the living room, filling the house with a chemical smell to add on to the fact that she had apparently been hotboxing the entire house. He walked over to the window and opened it before Ashley even addressed him.
"There's a package on the counter for you," she said without looking up from her toes.
Miles walked over to it and saw a small package with his name and address, but no return address. There wasn't anything on it that could identify who had sent it, not even a company name or logo. But Miles rarely ordered things online, so he was fairly certain he knew where the package came from. He excitedly grabbed it and went to his bedroom.
He set the package on the bed and set his work bag on his desk chair. Then, when he could contain his excitement no longer, he jumped for the package, tearing it open to reveal a small bottle containing a clear liquid, with a spray top. There was also a little slip of paper, which he read:
Congratulations on your new purchase. You are now one step closer to charming the girl of your choosing. For the first application, use while she is sleeping for best results. Spray once in her face and you will see how quickly she will enter trance mode, when she will be susceptible to your suggestions and commands. In order to put her back to sleep, simply tell her she is growing very sleepy and on a count of ten she will fall back asleep. Then count to ten.
After you have conditioned her enough, she can enter the trance mode while awake. Before this is possible, you must make her trust you entirely, and also make her believe you have a spray bottle that can help her relax. Don't bring out the spray bottle unless you are going to use it, because once she is conditioned she will want to be sprayed every time she sees the bottle.
You can also condition her to enter trance mode upon the utterance of a word of your choosing. We recommend choosing a word she is unlikely to hear at work or in public, or making sure that it only works if you say the word.
Once she is in trance mode, the only way to get her out of it is by putting her to sleep. If you want her to be awake, you must instruct her to fall asleep and then wake up shortly after, you can do this by giving her a time she must sleep for.
All commands can be reversed by putting her in trance again and saying the following phrase: "you are no longer charmed. You are exactly as you were before you were charmed. You are (her name), and you always have been."
Have fun!
Miles studied the bottle carefully. He was eager to use it, but he knew it would be best to wait until Ashley was asleep. He waited for her to use her vibrator once again, knowing it would be the last time.
