~Stop peeing~ You command. The trickle stops.
~Stand up, and let me give you a lift~ You wait for her to be back on her feet. You grab her by the shoulders and hoist her up onto her bathroom countertop.
"Sssssskkkk!!" Emily clenches her teeth from the coldness.
Leaving her sitting in her own sink, you step out of the bathroom, grab her phone, come back in and hover your thumb over the record button.
~Pee.~
--The next day--
You had slipped away from Emily soon after that, letting her go about her life without your influence. You were busy hanging around in the mall, getting yourself free food and randomly pairing people into lifelong relationships, before heading back to her house and crashing on her bed just before she came back from school.
A second after she opens the door and a second before she can gasp, you raise a finger and place a command:
~You will have a calm, peaceful conversation with me for the next 30 minutes; you won't freak out no matter what.~
With that command in mind, you wait for her to put her backpack and books away, take off her shoes and sit down on her desk chair before you drop the question,
"Did you see the video on your phone from last night?"
"Yeah..." She answers. "I was really upset about it. How did you know about it? Were you the one recording it?"
You smile and swing your legs into a different position.
"Yes. The question is, though, why did you pee in the sink?"
"I don't fucking know. I just did it. But really though how did you record it? I didn't see you there. Is there a secret hole in the wall?"
"No I just have the power to turn invisible." You stand up.
"Bullshit." She rolls her eyes.
~You now can no longer see me, though can hear me and otherwise sense me~
"...wait WHAT." She reaches out and pokes you. "Whoa... dude... how did you..."
~You can see me again~
"...whoa." She stands up. "How in the world..."
~You are not terribly curious about my powers~
"Now Emily, tell me, why in God's name did you pee in your sink?"
~The reason is that you enjoy peeing in weird, wrong places. You are convinced this is the reason, and that you only just now have grown willing to tell me~
"I just..." Emily sits down on the bed below you, "...kind of have a thing for peeing, you know?"
The next ten minutes consists of you encouraging Emily that her affinity for urination is okay and not to be ashamed of, leading up to you eventually asking her,
"Would you like to pee on my face?"
~You very much like this idea and don't find it all that inappropriate~
"Really?? I'd love to!" She nods.
You lie down on her bed, watch as she stands over you, pulls down her pants and underwear, squats down over you and lets out a warm trickle onto your nose and forehead. It's short-lived; sparing the bed of a need to be cleaned beyond changing the pillow sheet. You, however, do need a shower.
"Want to take the shower with me?" You ask.
"What?" Emily glares at you. "Dude, ew."
~You think this is normal and really want to do it~
You watch her expression change; quickly turning into regret over her initial rejection.
Three minutes later, you are scrubbing Emily's back as the shower head aims warm water down her chest.