Author's Note: Just a short tale inspired by a random comment on the Erotic Mind Control Archives forums.
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It was a grey, overcast day as Coyote, in a human skin, walked through the mall. It was close to a major holiday and most of the people around him gave off a delicious aura of happiness and desperation, wistfulness and disappointment. The god smiled at the balance of things.
It always bothered him that mortals called him a 'trickster', when he viewed himself as a 'balancer'. As with most of his fellow gods and godlings, he valued harmony in life. Where there was joy, there needs to be despair somewhere in the mix. Where there was anger, there must also be love, and so on. Of course, the godly view of most of these terms were not the same as what these meatbags viewed them as, but that was unimportant to the god wearing the dapper looking young man costume as he wandered.
He caught a whiff of unbalance and spied a woman dithering over a clothing display, practically broadcasting her thoughts. 'I never know what to get Joe. We've been married for over thirty years now and he has pretty much everything he could want.'
Coyote reached out to 'Joe's' mind to see if this was true, and of course it was not. The lack of balance caused an ache in Coyote's being and he set to correcting it.
Evelyn suddenly had a small brainstorm. It had been years since she really tried to make herself look nice for Joe. Maybe he would appreciate it if she got herself a makeover? Coyote followed as she found a salon nearby and asked for a new hairstyle. The hairdresser sighed to herself as she looked at what she had to work with. If she had a nickel for every dumpy middle-aged lady that hoped a new hairdo would make her special, she could retire by now.
She looked at Evelyn with a critical eye. Average height, a little overweight. Nothing special for a figure, although it was hard to tell under that shapeless outfit. Pudgy face, slightly large nose, so-so complexion that would have benefited from a better care regimen over the last decade. Her hair was strong, at least, although rather short and thinning a bit. Dark brunette, it would dye well enough if that is what she wanted.
Settling her in place, Ashlynn began to comb and brush it as she looked it over. Oddly, it was a bit longer and thicker than she originally thought, and had plenty of attractive highlights. As she began to work on it, she did not quite notice it getting longer and lighter as she worked. By the time she was all done, Evelyn looked at her long, flowing chestnut blonde hair and shook it like a shampoo commercial, smiling as each shiny strand settled back in place. She tipped the stylist and sought out her next destination, Coyote following along.
The upscale department store anchoring the mall had the extensive cosmetic department Evelyn needed for Joe. She was soon settled in for a professional make-over under Annette's critical eye. Annette grimaced to herself over Evelyn's skin, thinking that there should be laws against this sort of cruelty.
She did not seem to notice that everywhere she applied the rather expensive foundation, Evelyn's skin responded as if the stuff actually rejuvenated the way the bottle claimed. Small wrinkles were fading, pores were shrinking, fatty deposits dissolving, elasticity redeveloping. The eye shadow seemed to really make her brown eyes seem more like a brilliant green and did wonders for her eyebrows and lashes.
Annette was so pleased to see the make-up going on so well and working so nicely that she did not even notice that Evelyn's eyes, nose, cheeks, and even lips were physically changing shape- subtly, to be sure, but when Evelyn removed the make-up later, she would be amazed at how much younger she looked... if she quite noticed it.
The much younger and prettier-looking Evelyn was delighted with the job and bought a nice supply of cosmetics so she could recreate the look at home. For now, however, she made a bee-line for the tanning spa for a tan and a massage.
Several hours and hundreds of dollars later, Joe answered the door to a beautiful young woman nearly buried in shopping bags. "Heeeyyyy Joe! Baby! Sorry I was gone so long!"
"Wh... who are you?"
"It's me, Joe! I got my hair and things done, but it is still me, silly."
"Lisa?" Joe guessed, staring at what a small part of his brain calculated as DD or E breasts barely held in by a halter top, thinking it might be Evelyn's youngest and hottest... but not this hot... sister.
She laughed musically. "You are such a kidder, stud. Come on, help me carry this stuff in so I can fuck your brains out." She grabbed a few bags and swayed her shapely hips into the bedroom. Joe quickly grabbed the rest and followed, entranced by her swaying hips and intoxicating scent.
Coyote was leaning on her car outside, enjoying the rebalancing, and thinking about the all the fun it would cause as Evelyn tried to convince co-workers, friends, and family that the younger, prettier, and yes, sluttier woman she was now had not changed at all. Eh, he had some time to kill. He 'watched' a while longer.
The couple had barely divested themselves of the their loads when Evelyn lept on Joe and wrapped her gorgeous legs around him and ground her already soaking groin against his. She began to try to peel off his clothes without loosening her python-like embrace or slowing down slathering him with kisses from her juicy lips.
It took a couple minutes for Joe's thoughts to gain traction, but when they did, he made short work of the tight, skimpy clothing she was wearing and tossed the tan, voluptuous young girl on his bed before he struggled out of the last of his clothes. Her eyes were alternating between his eyes and his crotch. As soon as the head of his hard cock was revealed, she grabbed at it and gave him a look that dripped a happy mix of love and lust before she took him in her mouth.
