When the young woman returned 30 minutes later, Tiffany and Aaron saw a completely different woman unlike the one they'd known. No longer donning short skirts or high heels, she was wearing a plain, but attractive sweater with dark pantyhose and flat pumps. All of her makeup was gone, and her hair was redone, combed back straight across her shoulders rather than in sassy curls. Her gait and posture was confident but plain, no hint of a single strut or curvaceous bend to her stride. Even when she talked, it'd seemed like an air of pretty pretension was gone, thanking them for helping her out. A sauced up hussy made into a prim and proper, plain young woman.
She talked briefly as if among close friends and waved them goodbye heading towards a better, or atleast very different life.
"So what'd you do to make her like this anyway, by curiosity's chagrin?" Brittany asked.
"Trust. That's my condition I believe, helping her out earned my way in easily. The rest was a bored walk through a therapy-park. But I'd say what I just did now isn't really standard, most people aren't that simple right? Nor will I have that much time to mess around. Call it a fluke" He shrugged and stretched his arms over his neck.
Walking up to a pretzel stand, a man struggling to find loose change found solace in a young boy offering him a five dollar bill. Once he paid and got his pretzel, he thanked the kid.
"No problem... don't sweat it." Aaron said, patting him on the shoulder gently and scratching his own cheek with a smile.
The man suddenly walked away zombified, and than resumed walking normally, into a women's clothing store.
"Trust eh?" His partner said, amazed how he worked.
"Yep, trust. Just as I 'Trust' he'll enjoy his new habit of trying on women's panties and clothes." Aaron snickered. They took great pleasure in their new discovery, and together strolled home deciding how to put Aaron's power to 'proper use' against their opponents tomorrow.
