Chapter 2

It would be a clear understatement if I said I'm excited to see where this one goes. Think about all the possibilities that could take place, just by using hypnosis, how could anyone not appreciate this? I still have an issue with my double standards, but this is tempting as hell, especially after seeing what's possible on Charles. The transition needs to be seamless and gradual, I'm not ready to suffer from any repercussion that may arise at this point, nor am I eager to let anyone find out what a manipulative person I am (literally). As I frantically type my way through the entire script, I've made sure that I include all the necessary details for my dear roommate, Charles. 

My heart skipped a beat when I clicked "Save". As I configured to let the script run throughout the night, I hear my roommate just outside the door - his key brushing against the wooden frame. Like a teenager trying to watch porn in the middle of the night, I was terrified. I must have spent longer than I expected on the script and cut too close on his shift. In lightning speed, I have a finger on the monitor's power button and another hand pushing the chair back to its original position. My experience probably speaks for itself - I just hope he doesn't check on the temperature of the computer screen. When the door swings open, I'm already on my bed - eager to see what happen soon. I'm unsure how long does it take for subliminal scripts as such may take to see apparent and significant changes. I guess I would then have to find out for myself.

Didn't have much luck, though. Charles' colleague fell ill the very next day and Charles was put on double-shift at the cafe until he recovers. Probably this is doing me a favour, you perverted freak. Heh, I'll still gladly take the title anyway.

"Hey, wanted to ask you something," Charles asked me on a fine morning while we were having breakfast over the countertop, precisely a week and a half since the commencement of the new script. I was so occupied trying to figure out if there's anything different about Charles, I barely heard him. I could've sworn to see a faint outline of both his pecs and the coming of abs, which is new because he doesn't really work out - what did I even write in the script again? He calls out to me again - and this time, I better respond in time. I look him in the eyes and wait, stubbles?

"Isn't it hot in here?" he asked, I have to tear my sight away from his face for a moment. I nodded in agreement - hot and humid weather, aren't really my thing as well. "I'm glad that shirts are optional," he smirks. Have I not noticed how cute he is when he smiles? I was in cloud nine already when he picks up and turns to the sink to wash the dishes. His butt, though. It's screaming "BUBBLE" at me in all caps. I'm getting really curious to see what's underneath it. 

"Okay, I'm off to work," he grabs his bag from the countertop and wave goodbye. As the door closes, it's already 10am. If I don't get ready by then, I would be late for work! I quickly run to my the shower room for a quick shower. My reflection in the mirror seems different though - I vaguely remember getting up for breakfast, but I guess I probably forgot to put on a shirt. No big deal anyway, I proceed to shower and head to work.