“Oh,” One of the entourage says, “We could have a rich girl? Like a really rich one. Oh, maybe the-”
“Hmmm… Yeah, that could work…” Rhianna says, pensively. She swings the watch, and says, “Repeat after me… My name is Evangeline Aurum.”
“My name is Evangeline Aurum,” Je- Evangeline says, her mouth moving on its own. “No, my name’s Evangeline, not Evangeline! I meant Evangeline,” she says, freaking out. ‘My name’s Evangeline, right? Not, but what is it!?!”
“Most people call me Eva, though,” Rhi says, and Eva parrots it back to her.
The memories fade, leaving Eva’s mind. ‘No, wait. My name is Evangeline.’
“Alright, let’s see here… let’s get your body right, and then your mind,” she mutters, before saying, “Repeat after me… I have naturally pure white hair that naturally reaches my ankles. No matter what I do, it’s always clean and smooth, never getting tangled or messed up.”
Eva repeats her, her hair losing all saturation like someone had opened a hole for colour. It bunches up beneath her, yet it never actually tangles up. It falls in front of her left eye, yet curling just so to avoid looking ungainly.
“Please stop,” she says, starting to cry.
“I have deep, entrancing blue eyes, with long, girlish eyelashes. My eyebrows are naturally thin. I have very delicate, elven features, with a smooth nose, and plump lips. My skin is very pale, smooth, and flawless.” Rhianna says. Eva’s face shifts, as tears start flowing down her cheeks.
“Oh, none of that,” Rhi says, flicking the pocket watch. “I have a very deep, melodic honey smooth voice, that makes everything I say sound authoritative.”
Eva clears her throat, and says in her new voice, “I have a very deep, melodic honey smooth voice, that makes everything I say sound authoritative.” New memories flood her mind. Quiet nights spent reading turn into her leading the debate team.
“I have an hourglass body shape, with perky 28 FF cup breasts, a flat tummy, wide hips, and a heart-shaped ass. My thicc thighs meld perfectly with my ass, and my legs are very long and feminine. My shoulders are thin, with delicate arms. I am omnidextrous, and my delicate hands are twice as precise as the most dextrous neurosurgeon’s.”
As Eva repeats after her, small rips appear, before her clothes are destroyed. Her supermodel level body is now exposed for all to see, and she blushes violently. Her paper pale complexion makes it even more obvious. While Eva pretty much dies from embarrassment, Rhi eyes her light body hair.
“I don’t have any hair below my neck,” she says and Eva winces, as the few hairs zap her while falling off.
“Now, let’s continue. I wear high quality clothes, with pretty much everything handmade and custom.” She says, then pauses, before turning to her friends. “What temperature is it supposed to be today?”
“What, you’ve forgotten?” One of her friends, Callie if she remembers correctly, says. “It’s sweater weather,” she continues.
“Ah, perfect,” Rhi turns around, looking back at the now underwear wearing Evangeline.
“Today, I’m wearing a silver jacket over a white silken blouse, with a silken sports bra to support my large breasts. This jacket is waterproof and can be worn in any weather. It’s never too hot or too cold. It has inbuilt fingerless gloves too. The pockets are large enough to fit tablets. My silver blue skirt reaches down to my ankles, with similar quality as my jacket. My shoes are flats for now, but I prefer at least a one-inch heel, with 3 or more being typical. This is my usual style this time of year.”
As Evangeline repeats after Rhi, the scraps of her clothes, all Walmart type stuff, glows, before jumping back onto her body. Eva’s memories of buying these custom clothes clashed with her old memories of her parents barely making ends meet. A drop of blood flows out of her nose, while Rhi quickly rushes out, “My parents are really rich, with my clothes being barely noticeable against their bank balances.”
Eva pops up, the paradox being resolved. What was she thinking! Her parents barely even noticed her clothes. Even her most expensive purchases were barely drops in the buckets compared to the eight zeros in their bank accounts, with a couple more digits in front of it.
“In fact, my parents barely even notice me; so long as I don’t rock the boat, I can do whatever. They’re either at work or off at an event or something. We all still love each other a lot.”
Memories of missed events fill her mind. A number enters her mind; a bank account, with $10,000 exchanged monthly. Then, more memories fill her mind. Her mother reading her bedtime stories, her father helping Jeeves put together their bed.
“Even though I could buy the city, I’m very humble. Most people don’t even know about my wealth, and I like it that way,” she says, before leaning over, “Whisper this next part under your breath. I’m very good at reverse pickpocketing, slipping a twenty or two into the poor kid’s backpacks.”
Her blush returns, before she realises that the room is mostly empty. She’s gotten very good at slipping money into people’s pockets, especially the shiftier ones. So far no-one knows about it.
“H-How did you find out… wait a minute…” she says. She didn’t find out… no, she had to find out. Oh wait, she’s saying something else.
“Repeat after me, but you won’t remember this next bit. I’ve never really gotten into boys, and that’s because I’m so gay. I am both in denial about being gay, and a useless lesbian. I act so gay without realising it, that pretty much the entire school knows I’m a lesbian already. I blush whenever a cute girl looks at me.”
Eva repeats after Rhi, forgetting every word she says immediately after. “What did I just-” she says, before Rhianna shows her her cleavage. Her blush goes nuclear, and she screams mentally that she’s not gay, she’s just… embarrassed! Any girl would be when the head cheerleader is showing them her cleavage!
As Eva tries to shove Rhi’s breasts out of her mind, she takes the opportunity to give her more commands. This goes on for a few minutes, before Eva shoots up, saying, “Excuse me, I have to get going now,” she says, picking up her book-bag and running out of the room, her mind filled with lewd thoughts of…