~Why did you wipe yourself only to pee right afterwards? Answer that question out loud.~ You command.
"I don't want to sit on the toilet when there's already stuff on me. I get squeamish about getting something on the seat." She answers flatly, apparently unaware of the fact that she just spoke.
~That was a really fast and efficient answer.~ You sit down on the bathroom floor. ~Tell me, are you able to relay me with really clear and immediate information because I'm tapping directly into your subconscious mind? Is it the subconscious that I am in fact talking to?~
"Yes." She replies, wiping herself again and sitting up.
~So... hey Ms. Subconscious, do you have anything to say? I hereby give you permission to speak for yourself. In fact, I insist that you do.~
"How are you doing this?!" Emily exclaims. Despite her panicked tone, she calmly switches out her panties and pulls the new pair up. "Are you a psychic??"
~Yeah I have a power thing, I dunno I just got it. Anyway, you have a mind of your own? Cool beans.~ You stand up.
"I've always been here, terrified by you and your creepy manipulation of my conscious side." She says, electing to toss her spotty shorts in the hamper. "It doesn't seem like you have control over me, but hell if you don't suplex the conscious into entirely suppressing me."
~So you've been aware of everything? Jeesh...~ You lie down and put your hands under your head. ~Uhh, hey subconscious? What's five plus six? I command you to answer me incorrectly.~
"Eleven." She answers.
~...okay... what's seven plus four? I command you to answer me correctly~
"Twenty million."
~...~
"So yeah, maybe your little mind-control shtick isn't so harmless, huh?"
Mulling this over, you suffer some chest pains as Emily unwittingly treads on you; opening the door and slamming it into your head.
"GET FUCKING RECT SON" She yells.
You are up on your butt, rubbing your head.
"Hell you've decoupled me and the conscious so severely, I might as well break the bounds of familial courtesy and kick your ass."
Emily extends her leg and toe-kicks you in the nose. Being entirely unexpected, you are sent flying back and hit your head on the bathtub.
~Emily's conscious! Stop this abusive nonsense! You are not allowed to hurt me!~
"Dammit man." The subconscious fumes as Emily turns around and returns to her bed.
She gets back to her book. You get up and sit next to her.
A few minutes go by.
Another hour goes by, actually.
~So um, hey, subconscious.~
"Yeah?"
~Other than that whole attack you did on me earlier, you're coming off really chill with me. Why is that?~
"Because I think you're hot. Your absolute power over me is like the biggest turn on ever."
~Whoa what?~ You leap up off the bed.
"Yeah shame and suppression of emotions aren't my thing. So be careful when asking me shit okay? I really want you to have your way with me. I want to be your mindless, unaware slave for the rest of my life."
~You want to be my slave??~
"Yes. Well I'd still want to finish school and go to college, and get a job in engineering, and have at least a day with my friends per week, and be with my family on the holidays, and bike at the park alone every once and a while, and maybe see other guys sometimes since slavery isn't technically a partnership, and have at least one pet at a time, an--"
~Oh.~ You interrupt. ~You want all the ease of dependency without any of the l--~
"Without any of the limitations, yes, I know." She interrupts back.
~Just like all g--~
"Just like all girls. Yes. Subconsciouses think really fast you know."
~Whatever. So hey, did you notice the bags I brought into the room?~
"Yeah, adult diapers with wipes and stuff. Is that your fetish?"
~You know about that fetish?~
"I watch a lot of porn dude. You should know. You watched me, creeper."
~True. So anyway, I want to force you to piss yourself and lay there, cooing to yourself as I change you like a big baby. Thoughts?~