Yvonne thought for a minute and said, “I don’t know. I feel like I should wait to hear what you and Roxanne both have to say tonight.”
Carrie looked taken aback. It seemed she thought she had done a good job of promoting herself. I agreed with her in that respect, but I also respected Yvonne’s position. Again I decided it was time to take control. “Let me ask you, Yvonne, what if Carrie could offer something Roxanne couldn’t possibly offer you?”
Yvonne looked intrigued. “Such as?” she asked.
“What’s your biggest fantasy?” I asked. Carrie tried to disguise a smile on her face.
“What kind of fantasy?” Yvonne asked.
I replied, “Any kind.”
Yvonne thought about the question. “Leaving aside the standard ‘rich and famous,’ or other kind,” she said, “I’m not really sure.”
“Do you have any…sexual fantasies?” Carrie asked.
“Well…I suppose,” answered Yvonne.
“So why don’t you share it with us?” Carrie asked.
“I don’t know,” Yvonne replied. “It’s rather personal.”
Carrie looked at me in bewilderment. She expected Yvonne to answer the question without hesitation. But I realized that my wish for her to answer questions only applied to me asking her questions, not anyone else. So I tried again by asking, “Why don’t you tell me what your fantasy is and pretend like Carrie isn’t here?”
After a brief pause, Yvonne answered, “I’ve always had the castaway fantasy. I get stranded on some remote tropical island with another person. We have to struggle together to survive and then eventually it leads to a lot of sex. Like non-stop sex.”
“You said ‘another person,’” I said. “Does this mean the other person isn’t necessarily a man?”
“I…I don’t know,” she said. “I…never really thought about it that much.”
“Are you attracted to women?” I asked.
“Isn’t everybody?” she asked in reply. “I thought everyone was supposed to be a little bi.”
“OK,” I said. “So if you were stranded on that island with a woman, you could see that fantasy happening?”
“I suppose anything is possible,” she answered.
“Supposing that it so,” I kept going, “and it was you and another woman on that island. And let’s say that for some completely bizarre and inexplicable reason, you were to suddenly grow a penis. Would that change your fantasy?”
She looked shocked, but she dutifully answered, “I guess not. I mean, it would make things easier for sex.”
“I wish you would picture that scenario in your mind right now,” I said. She closed her eyes. In as soothing a voice as possible I said, “Just imagine you have a penis. Imagine the other person that’s there. You know you want to use your new addition. You know the other person wants it, too. So just do it. Use your penis. Use it on the other person.” I could see Yvonne bite her lip as I talked. I let the thoughts roll around in her mind for a few minutes. When she opened her eyes again I asked, “How did that feel?”
“Good, for a fantasy,” she said. “But…”
“But what?” I asked, unsure of what she meant.
“But I didn’t imagine a woman,” she said. “I imagined a man.”
“That’s OK,” I said. “In fact, it’s more than OK. So the big question I have to ask is how would you like to be able to live that fantasy anytime you wanted?”
She looked at me suspiciously. “Honestly, that would be amazing,” she said.
“That is what Carrie can offer you that Roxanne cannot,” I said. “You can have that fantasy.”
“How?” she asked. “Magic?”
“Frankly, yes,” I said. “I’ll prove it. I wish your walls were pink instead of tan.” Instantly her walls changed color. She looked around at them in stunned silence. She looked back at me with a questioning look. I held up the ring and said, “It’s the ring. It grants wishes.”
“What else can it do?” Yvonne asked.
“Carrie, why don’t you show her?” I said.
“Sure,” Carrie said eagerly. She untied her robe, slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground so that she could proudly display her penis. Yvonne looked almost ready to faint but, unlike Erin, kept her composure.
Yvonne looked back at me. “Your ring did that?” she asked. I nodded. “Wow,” she said. “So you’re telling the truth about this, aren’t you?”
“Of course,” I said. “It would be a pretty terrible thing to lie about.”
“So how does voting for Carrie allow me to live out my fantasy?” Yvonne asked.
“Carrie will win the vote for head of house,” I said. “Then we are going to use the ring’s power to turn this sorority into a special kind of brothel. Now before you object to that, let me explain to tell you that it will be a brothel where you, the girls, are in complete control. You will be able to live your fantasies and in turn indulge the fantasies of others.”
“OK,” she said, “Where does having a cock come into that?”
“That’s what gives you the power,” I said. “It is what will ultimately enable you to have control over any male of female who should come here. I can’t really get into full details yet, but we can make it happen so that is what happens.”
Yvonne looked back at Carrie and, more specifically, at her cock. “What’s it like having that?” she asked.
“This was my fantasy,” Carrie said. “So I can’t really describe how it feels for me. But it definitely makes me feel powerful, because now I’ve got the best of both sexes. When I got to use it, it made me feel even more powerful. To feel so much sexual energy in different places was absolutely incredible.”
“You’ve…used it?” Yvonne asked. Carrie nodded. “On who?”
“Tsk, tsk,” Carrie said. “I won’t say unless that person wants you to know.”
“I’ve got an idea,” I said. “Why don’t we go talk to someone else who has the same enhancement as Carrie?”
Carrie put on her robe again and said, “Yes, another opinion will be good.”
“OK, sure,” Yvonne said. We filed out of her room into the hallway and I led the way back to Erin’s room.