Index: <<Back · Brian Braddock's Story Page · Back to Main Page · Next>>
I lifted my head off of the table and shook it. I must have fallen asleep. Crumbs from my sandwich were on my cheek and chin. I wiped my face clean and got dressed, all the while, looking at the erotic artwork that the four remaining girls had become. I started to feel a little sad about having to let them go. In a weird way, I had fallen for each and every one of them. They were all gorgeous women of course, but all of them might have had something going on with their lives that I didn't know about. I had spent probably to what equaled an entire week with these women, and yet we had never talked. Nevertheless, there was enough to know about everyone of them just from being around them and observing where they were when they were frozen.
I commanded the girls to grab the clothing that they had came in with, ordered them to get dressed (sans bra and panties as per usual), and had them stand at attention in front of me. First in line was the one who was turning into my personal favorite, Kelly, my neighbor. She had put on her black skirt, hosiery, heels, and buttoned up her white shirt up to her neck. The white material was fairly thin and I could easily make out the outline of her breasts. Her pink nipples were poking out. Her face was relaxed now, eyes open wide, mouth closed. I took out the makeup kit that I had brought back during my trip to the mall a few weeks back and prepared to reapply Kelly's makeup. I had to make sure that all of the girls could be sent back forth into the world with some kind of proper decorum. I caressed Kelly's cheek with the back of my hand before giving her a quick kiss on the lips. After I had finished with her makeup, I had her walk behind me outside my apartment to the stairwell where I had found her. I sent out a series of commands to her body adjusting every individual part of her to put her back into a pose that looked like she was rushing down the staircase. I had her tilt her head, grab the banister, and bend her knees until I was satisfied. I ran a comb through her hair, put it back up into a bun and went back to the other girls. I was going to miss Kelly.
Jennifer was next. She had put on her "power suit" consisting of the bright red blazer, white shirt, and black pants with heels. She had put her glasses back on and most of her jewelry as well. Jennifer had a special place in my heart, being the first girl that I had ever experimented on in the timestop, even though she was not the nicest of people. I decided that I would play one last prank on Miss Jennifer before sending her off on her way. After undressing her myself, I looked down at her neatly trimmed bush and a slight smile came to my face. Joanna had looked good shaven clean, and certainly young Jennifer would be perfect. I made her body go limp, lay her down on the edge of the bed on her back, and let her legs dangle off the sides. I pulled her hips closer to the edge of the bed and spread her legs apart, giving me a perfect view of her crotch. I shook the canister of shaving gel and went to work. Minutes later, she was hairless as an infant. I licked her pussy, gave her a command to rise to attention once again, and redressed her, except for one thing. I had her put on her jacket without her shirt and buttoned it up just enough so that it wouldn't blow open, but more than enough to give those looking at her a great show. I brushed her hair, teased it a bit, and commanded her to walk down the stairs and back to the streets where she was walking. I didn't know exactly where she was going, but I figured she would freeze in place once she got out of my five mile range.
Myra had come to me wrapped in a towel and soaking wet. I guessed that she must have come from the showers in the gym about three blocks down. I cleaned her up a bit, checked the soles of her feet to make sure that she hadn't accidentally stepped on anything that would give her a cut once time started, and removed the towel. Myra's body was magnificently toned. Her legs were shapely and well defined. Her stomach was flat and taut. I took each of her perky grapefruit breasts in my hands and gave them a squeeze. I applied some blush to her nipples and areola making them lighter shade of brown. Her areola went from quarter-sized to sand dollar sized in a matter of moments. I rewrapped her towel around her glorious body. I gave her a quick kiss and commanded her to return to the gym where I hoped he'd come from.
That left Amanda, the lonely beauty from upstairs. I had cut away all of her clothing which was still in a heap on the floor in the living room and didn't want her to return to her apartment naked. She had been painting her toenails at the time that I summoned her and wasn't sure what to do with her. I had also been thinking about her and had worried a bit about her. The only thing I knew about her was how sad she looked at times that I passed her in the hall and how I often heard her crying from the apartment above mine. She was beautiful with a porcelain-like, almost childish face. I tied her long blonde hair back into a ponytail and wiped away some dust that had settled near her bright green eyes. She looked like she wasn't much older than Michele, the 17 year old girl I had returned to the mall earlier. I gave her a kiss and let out a command for her to return home so that I could follow her.
She began walking mechanically down the hallway, with me watching her nicely shaped ass from behind her. We walked past the still frozen Kelly (whom I patted quickly on the ass as I passed), up the stairs, and down the hallway to the only door on the floor that was still open, hers. Amanda froze in the middle of the living room at attention as I commanded and stepped in through the doorway after her.
Her place was somewhat messy, but not too awful. The drapes were drawn so that the sunlight didn't flood the room. She seemed to prefer the many lamps around the room, each of which were on. I focused my power to keep Amanda in the frozen world and let the rest of the world come back to life. I heard Kelly running down the stairwell and let out a "Holy shit!" I smiled as I guessed she had realized that she was not wearing any of her undergarments. I went around the room and shut off some of the lights until the only one left on was the tall halogen lamp in the corner next to the couch. That would be enough light for us and it would save on her electrical bill. I snapped my fingers and the world went silent once again.
I looked around the room at the many decorator items. She seemed to like little glass figurines because they were everywhere. A rather large dolphin shaped one sat on a table next to a picture of Amanda and a young man. I turned to the mantle behind Amanda and saw many more of photographs. Some were of Amanda and the young man at the beach. Another photo showed her sitting on a horse while the young man stroked the horse's head. The biggest one in the middle of the mantle was of the two standing together underneath an archway of flowers. He was in a dark suit and she was in a white gown. It was sadly, all too clear to me.
I sat on the couch facing Amanda and looked at her. Although her face made her look young, her body said otherwise. She was well developed, full natural breasts, neatly trimmed blonde pubic hair, a defined, but softly feminine muscle tone all around. She did have a bit of a soft stomach, it certainly wasn't as tight as Myra's, but it wasn't without its charm. I sent out a command to her, testing another part of my powers, in hopes that I could find out more about the beautiful blonde standing before me.
"Tell me your full name, my dear," I said not know whether it would work or not. After a bit of silence, her lips parted slightly what sounded like hissing escaped her lips. I wrinkled my brow and focused a bit harder. "Tell me your full name," I said once again.
This time, her mouth opened a bit wider but the words that came out sounded slowed down, like a 45 being played at 33. "Aaaammmmaaaaannnnddddaaaaa Jjjjjaaaaannnnneeeeee Mmmmmooooorrrrrrrggggggaaaaaaannnnnn"
I laughed. Here was this beautiful young woman, petite and very feminine, and she was saying her name with a voice so deep, I thought I was talking to James Earl Jones. I had always had trouble with the "fast-forward" and "rewind buttons" on my power to compare them to a VCR. When I first met with Kelly a few months back, I had her riding me and suddenly lost control of her speed until she was like a chipmunk on amphetamines. Now I had overcompensated too much. I refocused and asked her again. "Amanda Jane Morgan," she said rather flatly. Even still, I thought, she had a lovely voice.
"Amanda, what do you do for a living?"
"I am a nurse up at St. Joseph's."
Smart and beautiful. What could possibly be wrong? "Do you live in this apartment alone?"
"Yes."
"Who is the man on all the photos with you?"
"My husband," she said.
I sat back in my chair. I hadn't noticed a ring on her finger at all. She hadn't been wearing one in all the time in his apartment. And she didn't have one on now.
"Where is he now?" I asked leaning forward with my hands on my knees.
"Los Angeles."
"Why is he there and not here with you?"
Amanda hesitated. Something in her was fighting back. I could feel it. I closed my eyes and imagined reaching into her mind. I could see myself in front of a closed door, opening it, and stepping through it. I then saw another closed door and opened it. And another. And another.
"Amanda," I said as I opened my eyes. "Why is he not here with you?"
"He left me for another man," she said.
Index: <<Back · Brian Braddock's Story Page · Back to Main Page · Next>>