Alex was eavesdropping on Pam, who was chatting cattily with Sara Gates. They were laughing about boys they knew. Each of Pam’s statements slighting Mark made Alex more upset.
How could she say he dressed like a geek? He was so cool not to care too much about superficial things!
How could she laugh at his runner’s physique? Mark could be bigger if he wanted, but he obviously decided fitness was more important than just piling muscle on muscle.
How could she complain that he spent too much time studying and not enough on her, or that he didn't work hard enough to get just the right gift for her birthday? Wasn't the reason obvious? That was no flaw! He just didn't care that much about her!
“Yeah, yeah, and you how ALL guys are ’breast men’?” Pam was saying, pulling her blouse down to accentuate her well-shaped but hardly enormous bust. “All you have to do to distract them is shake these around a little and they totally lose their train of thought. I mean, how pathetic is that!” Pam shook her shoulders, let her boobs swing and they both laughed, while Alex looked down at her meager “assets”. She reddened with shame and envy. Boys never reacted to her like that. They probably didn't even know she WAS a girl! Stupid boys! Stupid body!! She was about to use her ring to change EVERYTHING when her ears caught something else.
“But, Sara, do you want to hear something funny about Mark?”
“Sure! What?” she asked, waiting for the next delicious bit of juicy gossip.
“You won’t believe this! He keeps it a secret. He’s into muscles!”
Sara looked confused. “What do you mean? You mean he’s really gay?”
“No! He’s into muscles on girls!”
“But I thought you said he’s a breast man!”
“He is!”
“But ... well, ok, he can be both, but girls don't have muscles, not really.” Sara was holding out her long, slender arm. “It’s boys who have the muscles. Why would he like that?”
“I don’t know! You think boys make ANY sense?! And they think WE’RE illogical!”
“Yeah ... but what do you mean, he likes muscles. He likes you, right? I mean, you have a little muscle, more than me, but, I mean --”
“Yeah.” She did a quick bicep flex and laughed. “This lil’ ol’ muscle doesn't interest him. After I found that stuff I tried flexing a couple of times, but he just looks away. I guess I'm not big enough. His fantasies are kind of different. I saw it all on his computer one day, when he left and the password hadn't kicked in. He has a whole directory hidden with his science labwork, full of pictures of girls with muscles, big muscles, a lot bigger than his, for sure.” She grinned. “You should see some of them. And then he also has stories. Some of them are really bad!”
“I don't get it.”
“Me neither, not really, but listen. I checked which were his favorites, you know, by how many times he read them, and then I copied the whole lot of them on a memory stick so I could read them without rushing, to see what I was missing about him.”
“Wow! Like you're seeing right into his brain! So tell me!”
“This what I found. It’s not just a physical thing. It’s not only the muscles, it’s about power. And it’s not a masochistic thing, it’s about superiority, not pain. And it's not only a domination thing. His favorite stories are all about losing power, about becoming more helpless, about fighting back, and losing to the girl. Like she’s taking the power away from him. That really turns him on.”
Sara stared at Pam intently. “I'm sorry, I really still don't get it. Is it a turn off for you?”
”Not really. I thought it was strange at first, but then I decided it was a good thing. I mean, if deep down he wants to lose power to me, well, hey, I don't mind having the power in the relationship. So I've been working out, especially my arms cause he likes biceps, and kind of ramping up the bossiness, a little, being more aggressive, emotionally AND physically, seeing if he goes with it. I mean, he just might find it irresistible. You know?”
Sara laughed. “Oooh! You're evil! Enslaving him with his own secret fantasy!”
“It’s not evil. It’s what he wants, right?” Pam laughed.
“Well, is it working?”
“I'm not sure. I think a part of him feels threatened, but on another level he’s really turned on -- you kind of notice these things as a girl, you know?”
“Oh! really?”
“Uh huh. Even though he’s fighting it, I’ll keep going with it and see what happens. Worst comes to worst, I’ll write it up for Psychology. Or maybe Cosmo.”
“You ARE evil!”
“Heh, heh. Only a little.”
Alex was fuming. She talked quietly. “Ring, can you do things to her?”
“Of course. I can do anything to her that you can conceive.”
“Oooh, I hate her so much! Take her boobs away. Make her as flat as she was when she was 7. And change her top to something really tight, with no bra! She won't need one.”
“All at once?”
“Yes.”
In a flash the change occurred. Sara was staring at Pam. “Uh, Pam! Look at you! What just happened?”
Pam was thinking about the next step in her plan for Mark, but she felt a bit chilly, and lighter. “Huh? What do you mean?” Something in her field of vision seemed wrong and she glanced down ... and screamed. “Agghhh! What happened?!!! My boobs!!”
“And your really nice blouse!”
“Fuck my top!” She put her hands to her chest. “I’ve got nothing! Nothing!!” Her eyes were wide, hysterical. “This can't be!!” She ran crying to her room, while Sara followed behind her, careful not to get too close.
Alex was fascinated by the scene. She wanted to ask the ring to let her see what Pam was doing, all the way to her room, to hear what she was saying, to know what she was thinking. She’d forgotten to take her muscles away too, to make her as weak as Sara, or weaker. Then she wouldn’t be able to tempt Mark at all!
But Mark was more important. Now that she knew all this she could make sure SHE was the one he wanted.
“Um, ring, those stories Pam mentioned. Can you get them for me?”
“Of course.” There was a pause. “How would you like them?”
“Oh, in a book. Computers are so annoying.” A very large book appeared on the table. “No, no, that’s too big. I can't read all that! Take it away!”
“There are a lot of stories.”
“That many? I didn't know Mark was such a reader!” She started walking back to her dorm. “I like small books. Divide them up, like in types of stories, and put Mark’s favourite types on top, like Pam said, the kinds he reads the most. Put them on a shelf in my room” The large book was replaced by 42 smaller ones. “And label them! So I know what I'm reading!”
A few minutes later she entered her room. On a new bookshlef there was a row of books in dark leather covers, titled in old-fashioned gold lettering. “Oooh! Fancy! Let’s see. ’Draining and other Transfers’ ’Super-Powers’ ’Muscle Growth’ ’Magic’ ’Natural Superiority’ ’Brothers and Sisters’ ’Husbands and Wives’ ’Cousins’ ’Femdom’. What's that?”
“Female domination,” the ring explained. “That’s what they call it.”
“Ha! Funny name. There's a lot of fighting and wrestling stories. I guess Mark doesn't much like them. Good. I don't like fighting either.” She picked the first volume up. “I’d like something to drink while I read. Tea. Earl Grey. Hot.” She settled onto her bed and read avidly.
After several hours and four cups of tea she finished the first six books. “Ring, I am so happy! I KNEW Mark and I are were perfect for each other before, and I was so right! Having complete superiority and power over him is what I want, and it’s what he wants too, even though he doesn't know it! We are so lucky! Now, where is he?”
“108 miles above Earth.”
“What?!! What’s he doing there?”
“He is using his super-vision to ogle girls.”
Alex’s mouth dropped open in shock. “Mark’s super?! How could I not know?”
The ring paused. “No one knows but Superman and him.”
“He defeated Superman?!!” She stood up. “How could he keep it a secret?”
“Superman is badly hurt, and Mark has been super for only 9 hours.”
“9 hours? What was he before?”
The ring paused. “Just normal Mark Harding, as you know him.”
“I'm really confused. How did he become so powerful?”
“He found the ring and used it, but then he took it off and it has found it’s way to you.”
Understanding what happened took several seconds to resonate through Alex. “Poor Mark!” she finally exclaimed.
The ring waited.
“He doesn't know! He has no idea, no conscious idea!”
The ring waited.
“He’s up there, with all the power in the world, beating Superman, ogling girls from a distance, but he has no idea how to make himself truly happy! But it’s all happened for a reason. You, ring, have come to me for a reason. Unconsciously, this is what Mark wanted, and now I’m going to make all our dreams come true!”
Alex took a deep breath.
“Ring, he shouldn't know how all this happens, so make him forget he had you and then ...
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