Saturday August 15, 2026

“Hey Paige, how’s it going?” I asked as I met my neighbours daughter walking down the sidewalk.

“Oh, hey Mr. Tobler… ah… ok I guess.” she replied with a scrunch of her forehead.

I smiled and nodded, “Please, call me Derek.”

Her forehead scrunched even more, “Ah… ok… Derek.” she managed to get out as if it was somehow wrong.

“I see your tattoo’s on your right arm have really responded well to the laser treatment.” I said as I pointed to her now mostly clear right arm.

She looked down and then raised her arm up a little, “Yeah… uh, almost gone.” she replied with a tone that seemed to indicate she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

“Uh… I… I have to go get the mail…” she got out and then moved quickly by me and towards the mailboxes at the end of the street.

“Oh, well, have a good one.” I said as she receded down the street, then headed back to my front door.

I had to admit I almost felt guilty about what I was doing to her, almost.

She’d been the neighbourhood brat for as long as I could remember, running wild in her jet black clothes, multi-coloured hair, and goth attitude. Always protesting something, always complaining about something, and always causing trouble for those around her.

When she’d finally gone off to university the entire street had let out a collective breath and we all thought it was finally over.

The street had been quite for years, but that peace was blown apart last year when Paige had returned home after being kicked out of university, and under criminal indictment for a half dozen charges.

I probably would have just grinned and bared it, except for two things.

The first was the massive rack that had appeared on Paige’s body since the last time I’d seen her, and the second was the financial quagmire her parents were in.

Jerry, her father, had come over six months ago after Paige had returned home and basically broken down in my study and held his head in his hands.

It took a while, but I finally got the whole story out of him. His wife was cheating on him, he’d lost his job, he was burning though his savings, and Paige’s defense was going to break the camels back.

I’d made him an offer that he basically couldn’t refuse.

I’d get him a new job and take care of his debts, provide a solution to his cheating wife problem, and get Paige cleared of her charges with minimal fuss.

I half suspect that he came to me because he knew I’d make this offer and the price I’d extract from him.

But my better half thinks higher of him and that his shocked reaction was honest.

In the end, he agreed and we got to work.

Installing the hidden speakers in his house had been easy enough when his wife and Paige went on a weekend getaway, and they’d been slowly reprogramming both of them for the last six months.

His wife was easiest, she already, or at least had, loved him so re-igniting that spark wasn’t hard. I still wasn’t sure why he wanted her back, but to each their own. He did have a few “additions” he wanted to her, so she was now much more adventurous in the bedroom, and completely focused on his pleasure.

Paige was harder, or at least a more total change.

She was well on her way though, gone were the dark gloomy clothes, the snarky attitude, the destain in her eyes.

I’d been happy to see the pink heart shaped sunglass on her head when I’d seen her today. She didn’t know it yet, but pink was quickly becoming her new favourite colour.

Her hair was growing in her natural dirty blonde, and she’d be dying it platinum blonde before too much longer.

All that black makeup was gone too, I think I noticed some blush on her cheeks even today.

I figured it would be another three months or so before her change into a blonde, giggly, happy, trophy wife was complete.

I’d already talked to my friends in the prosecutors office and they would be dropping the charges in a month or so, and Jerry was working out well at one of my companies.

I have to admit though, I’m curious as to what the look in Paige’s eyes will be the first time she kneels between my legs and sucks on my dick.

Will it be shock? Surprise? Hunger? Disgust? Anger?

It won’t matter in the end of course, the subliminal messages from the speakers in her bedroom have been hammering into her subconscious for months that having sex with me, weather that’s oral, vaginal, or anal, will be the best sex of her life and she’ll cum like a freight train.

After the first time, it will be only eagerness and pleasure that will be in her eyes.