\"Writing.Com
*Magnify*
Path to this Chapter:
  1. Enter Sylvia Burns!
  2. Meet Vincent
  3. Meet Rika Narumi.
Related Stories:
Printed from https://writing.com/main/interactive-story/item_id/1897904-The-dictaphone/cid/2022361-Enter-Sylvia-Burns
Item Icon
by Wokod Author IconMail Icon
Rated: GC · Interactive · Erotica · #1897904

High school students find a dictaphone able to change reality

This choice: Something else  •  Go Back...
Chapter #8

Enter Sylvia Burns!

    by: Wokod Author IconMail Icon
"Hey, can't you turn off this damn loud TV?"

Vincent, snoring on the couch in front of the TV, opened an eye to see his sister Sylvia looking angrily at him. The long-legged brunette was just with pink panties on, her D cups naked in all their glory in front of her brother. Vincent grunted.

"Alright, I'm turning off the TV. I just fell asleep in front of it, calm down!"
"No I won't, moron! I have a shooting with a photograph tomorrow and I don't want to look like a zombie!" she barked. "This is a very important meeting, maybe the real boost my modeling career needs! Don't ruin it with your laziness!"
"Shut up..." Vincent said, standing to leave. "You're 18, and until now, you've only been posing for losers or photographs just wanting to have your flirty ass around. You're not standing out of the crowd, just give it up and search for a real job, alright? And while you're at it, search for some clothes too! I'm tired of you walking around naked or half-naked all day long! Speaking of clothes, your package was delivered;"

Sylvia was ready to go on arguing with him, then gave it up, surprised.

"My package?" she asked.
"Yeah, clothes or whatever." said Vincent pointing at the coffee table. "Just take it."
"But I didn't order anything!" she said, walking to take the package. "What is this?"
"What? It was in front of the door! I didn't order anything either, it has to be you!"

Sylvia took the package, studied it and wondered. "Dictaphone? What's this? And what's this letter? "Record your wish and who knows it might come true"? Weird."
"Hey, if you didn't order it, give it back!" Vincent said. "Maybe it was for a neighbor!"
"Found it, keep it!" Sylvia said, picking a black and silver dictaphone out of the package. "Next time, they'll write the address on it! And maybe it's from a fan, so anyway, it's mine now!"
"Sylvia..." Vincent sighed. "You have basically no fans. And you'll have to stop with your greediness! You always want more than you have! So if someone comes asking if we received a dictaphone he had ordered, you'd better give it back."
"Yeah, whatever."

Sylvia didn't even care. She ran back to her bedroom, her unsupported breasts bouncing all along, and went right to her bed, sitting on it to study her loot.

"I don't have much time... a little test and I'm off to bed!" she yawned. Once again, she looked at the strange letter with the device. Recording wishes? Well, she used to wish while throwing coins in well, while looking at shooting stars, while blowing birthday candles... why not through recording something? It didn't bite.

She clicked the record button.

"I'm famous!" she recorded, following the instructions of the letter.

She heard a strange sparkling sound, and a bit afraid, dropped the dictaphone on her bed. Then, she looked in shock as everything on the walls of her bedroom changed. All the pictures of famous models were replaced by pictures... of her? And more were appearing by the second! On all of them, she was smiling next to celebrities, or posing. The change stopped, and disturbed by this weird and sudden change, Sylvia let out of loud scream, running away from her haunted bedroom with weird spirits changing her walls decoration to go find her brother, still on the couch, asleep once again.

"VINCENT!" she called. "PLEASE!"
"What?" said the boy, sitting as he was brutally awoken. "What's wrong? What's happening?"
"IT'S..."

Sylvia stopped as she noticed her brother's shirt. It wasn't the same as before. Now, it was a shirt... with her face on it! And a sentence under it : "Sylvia Burns - Winner of American Idol!". She looked at it in shock and pointed it, barely able to talk.

"Vincent your... your shirt! Look! You too!"
"Me too what?" he said, studying his shirt "What? I took one of those to stay home, I stained my shirt earlier. We have thousands since you won this stupid show and became a celebrity. Is that a problem?"
"I... I won it?" asked Sylvia.
"Eeeerr... are you okay? Of course you did! Two years ago! Why are you asking? Is that a joke? Are you high? I was sure it would happen one day, all stars end up trying drugs! Sylvia, you're greedy as ever, always trying new things so..."

Sylvia just whispered "So my wish came true..."

She didn't answer to her brother, speaking all alone about why drugs were bad ; she didn't care. She ran back to her bedroom, erased everything on the dictaphone and opened a bit her door to check on her brother. The boy was back on the couch, his old plain shirt back. And on her walls, her old posters were once again there too. She locked the door, and grinned, the dictaphone in her hand.

"So you're the real deal? You make wishes come true! Oh, boy, we have so much to work on..." she said.

*Pen* indicates the next chapter needs to be written.
Members who added to this interactive
story also contributed to these:

<<-- Previous · Outline  Open in new Window. · Recent Additions

© Copyright 2025 Wokod (UN: wokod at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Wokod has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com.
Printed from https://writing.com/main/interactive-story/item_id/1897904-The-dictaphone/cid/2022361-Enter-Sylvia-Burns