As you walked, you noticed a boy, Alex, chatting animatedly with Ms. Taylor, a young and kind-hearted teacher. Intrigued, you decided to have a little fun.
With a subtle flicker of your thoughts, you implanted new perceptions in their minds. Alex would now address Ms. Taylor as “mom” or “mommy,” while Ms. Taylor would feel an overwhelming urge to act as a loving and nurturing mother to Alex. As you watched from a distance, the changes took effect.
"Mom, can you explain that part again?" Alex blurted out suddenly, his face turning bright red as soon as the words left his mouth.
Miss Taylor looked momentarily confused, but then a warm, motherly smile spread across her face. "Of course, sweetie. Let's go over it again."
Realizing the awkwardness of the situation, they both grew increasingly flustered. “Um, maybe we should find somewhere quieter to go over this,” Alex suggested, trying to hide his discomfort.
Ms. Taylor nodded, her eyes softening. “Yes, dear. Let’s go to an empty classroom.”
Once inside, Alex fidgeted nervously. "Mommy, I mean Mom, I'm so sorry! I don't know why I said that."
Miss Taylor tried to maintain her professional demeanor but found herself gently brushing Alex's hair out of his eyes. "It's alright, dear. Let's focus on the thing you don't understand, okay?"
Alex squirmed, his embarrassment growing. "Yes, Mommy—I mean, Mom, ugh."
Miss Taylor shook her head, trying to regain her composure. "Alex, it's okay. Just... let's try to concentrate."
But despite their best efforts, the strange compulsion persisted. Alex found himself unable to stop addressing Miss Taylor as "Mommy," and she couldn't help but treat him with the tender care of a loving mother.
“Mom, I mean, Mommy, thanks for explain that part again.” Alex pleaded, his face red with embarrassment.
Ms. Taylor, despite her best efforts, found herself acting more and more motherly. “Alex, honey, you know you can always come to mommy if you need help,” she said, brushing a stray hair from his forehead.
Alex groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Please, this is so embarrassing.”
Ms. Taylor placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, sweetie. Mommy’s here for you.”
And so, in that quiet, empty classroom, they continued their interactions. But every few minutes, Alex would catch himself wanting to call Ms. Taylor "Mom," and Ms. Taylor would find herself wanting to ruffle his hair or offer him a hugs.
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