Amanda seems to relax somewhat after your 'inspection', and before long both of you are relaxing with chips and soda in front of the TV to watching a marathon of some sitcom. The two of you have fun chatting about the antics of the bumbling dad, and making fun of the cliches that keep getting repeated what feels like every few minutes. Of course, in the back of your mind, you're really thinking about what you're going to do to Amanda's mind next, but you have to admit to yourself that it's nice to just chill out with an attractive woman for a little while. Besides, something you see on TV just might prove to be the inspiration you need for your next command.
After a couple of episodes, Amanda suddenly stands up and says, "I'll be right back. Those sodas went right through me, and I've been holding it in since the last commercial break."
"Do you need me to help?" you ask her.
"Thanks for the offer, but I'll be okay," Amanda replies with a chuckle as she walks off, "I still remember how to use the toilet."
You think about using the crystal to wipe that knowledge from her as well, but you decide to hold off on it for now. Being alone for a moment will give you an opportunity to think about your next move, and besides, you could always do it later if you really wanted to.
After Amanda leaves the room, you pull out your phone to check the time. It's a few minutes before five, which means you have a little over two hours left before Amanda's husband is supposed to return home. You figure it might be time to start thinking about whether that should be your signal to leave, and if not, what to do with the new arrival. On the one hand, you're having quite a bit of fun messing with Amanda by herself, and from your experience with Madison's family you know that using the sapphire to deal with multiple people at once can get a little tricky. A simple command when he comes through the door can send him right back out again to spend the night at a hotel, leaving you and Amanda alone in the house for the rest of the night. On the other hand, as long as you think carefully about what you say, juggling multiple minds isn't too difficult to accomplish, and bringing her husband into this has the potential to make things even more fun. Right now, both options seem chock-full of possibilities, and it's hard to tell which one is the better option.
Your thoughts are interrupted by Amanda suddenly shouting, "Daniel! I need your help! Hurry!"
Curious (and a little worried) about what's going on, you pocket your phone and quickly make your way over to the bathroom. What you are greeted with is odd, and rather amusing to say the least. Amanda is standing in front of the toilet, looking embarrassed and more than a little upset. The reason for that is pretty clear: her pants are not only still on, but now have a rapidly growing wet spot on the front, with more pee starting to run down her legs and drip onto the tile.
"What happened?" you ask, doing your best to mask your amusement behind concern.
Amanda hesitated a little before responding, "...Well, I came in here to go to pee like I said I would, but when I got here, I realized I couldn't remember how to take my pants off. I tried my best to remember, and I knew I had to at lest get this button open, but I couldn't hold it in much longer, so that's when I called you. But it was too late..."
"Sorry," you say, managing to hold back laughter. This was amazing! Not only was she unable to dress herself, she was having trouble undressing herself as well. There were numerous possibilities that this could lead to, and you were already scheming on what direction you wanted to take this.
"It's fine," Amanda said with a sigh, as she started working on the button of her pants. After about a minute of struggling, she managed to pop it open, then looked back up at you and said, "Um, I know this whole thing is weird, but would you mind helping me change out of these? It'll go a lot faster."
"Of course," you say, walking over and pulling down her zipper, before pulling down her pants and panties in one smooth motion, "Lift your legs."
"Thanks," she said, managing to step out of her pants with your help and grabbing some toilet paper to wipe up, "Hey, can you do me a favor and grab another pair of pants and panties from my bedroom? And help me put them on, of course. Man, I wish I could figure out what the hell is wrong with me today..."