You sit across from Adagio, Sonata and Aria. Your heart is pounding a thousand times a second right now, since all three of them are mean as hell, and very out of your league. That being said none of them seem to have any particular objection to being in the diner with you. Adagio said that this was her favourite hangout spot. She’d declined to sit next to you when you arrived, you didn’t press the issue – unsure of how Aria and Sonata would react.

You need to probe some things out, you can just tell them to forget about it afterwards anyway. You slip a hand into your hoodie pocket and feel the edge of the hall pass hidden within. Oh damn, you forgot to leave it on the teacher’s desk! It’s too late to go back to school now.

“Adagio, did you tell them the good news?”

She scowls, “Good news?”

“You know what I’m talking about, don’t you?”

She rolls her eyes, “These two won’t care.”

Really? That’s what you want to know! You decide to bite the bullet and come out with it yourself. “Me and Adagio are going out.”

Aria scoffs, “Seriously? You chose this loser?”

“You got a problem?” Adagio fires back.

“Come on Aria, Sonata, I’m not that bad,” you smile through the nerves. Aria looks confused for a moment.

She crosses her arms and leans back, “I… I guess you aren’t awful.” Despite your ability to completely brainwash people into believing whatever you say, it seems that going too far from their normal character still makes them exhibit some of their original personality or opinions. They don’t forget anything unless you tell them to.

The first order of business is to find out what being Adagio’s boyfriend actually means, “Come over here and sit with your boyfriend, isn’t that normal?” Adagio doesn’t protest. She slides out from the end of the booth and swaps over to your side. “Why were you sat over there?”

“We’re going out, but that doesn’t mean I want to sit next to you.”

“So what does being your boyfriend entail then?”

Adagio takes a moment to come out with an answer, “Bragging rights.”

“Nothing physical?”

She smirks, “You can’t handle me.”

You push her further, “But people who are dating get physical all the time, don’t they? So there’s no problem with us touching each other.”

“Of course.”

It seems that making someone your girlfriend doesn’t necessarily mean much in terms of changing their behaviour. You need to be more specific about establishing boundaries and expectations… or a total lack of them. You slide your hand over and put it on Adagio’s thigh. She looks down at the offending appendage but otherwise says nothing. “See, just like that.”

“Sure, whatever. My boyfriend can do that at least.” Aria and Sonata are similarly unaffected by the sudden change in Adagio’s behaviour. “Be honest with me Adagio…”

“I think you’re ugly, uncool, and totally cramp my style.”

“…Not that honest. Would you cheat on me?”

She shrugs, “Why not? You probably have a small dick anyway.”

“You shouldn’t cheat on your boyfriend Adagio,” you chide her.

She takes your roaming hand in hers and clenches it, “Oh, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Don’t worry. I forgive you. So as your boyfriend, what do I get from you?”

“You can touch me, and I won’t cheat on you.”

Not good enough, “Adagio – what do other couples do in their free time? Shouldn’t we be able to do all of those things too?”

“I guess.” You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make them drink. You feel embarrassed about this already, so you elect to make all the changes you want later. You don’t need to detail every little thing in front of Aria and Sonata. You glance between the three incredibly attractive girls, an awful, terrible, amazing idea filling your mind.

“Adagio, what would you feel like if I started going out with Aria and Sonata too?”

“I’d question their taste in men.”

“You wouldn’t be upset?”

“Why would I be? I don’t care about you.”

Another thing to change later. But for now you can make do with this. “You three will never feel jealous about me doing anything with other girls.”

“I don’t know why we would be,” Aria growls.

“That’s because you and Sonata are my girlfriends too!” You push it out of your mouth like a bad cough and cover your face. Aria’s arm twitches, but she withholds the need to punch you in your big mouth for making such an absurd, illogical declaration. Sonata and Aria blink at you and say nothing.

“Uh, girls?”

“Yeah?” Sonata smiles.

“Shift over Dagi,” Aria scowls. Adagio climbs over your lap and onto your left side, while Aria and Sonata quickly hustle over and slide in on your right. Aria gets first dibs on your other side. She doesn’t touch you of her own volition.

“Since we’re all dating – it’s normal for you to want to touch me and hold onto my arms. Sorry Sonata, you’ll have to make do for now.” Sonata pouts, but Aria and Adagio quickly wrap their arms around your own and move closer. Having such close contact with not one, but three of the hottest girls in school is inflating your ego to dangerous levels. You can feel Aria’s chest against your right arm, and her breath on your neck and she tries to get closer to you. Adagio keeps a more respectful distance.

“Aria, what do you think of my appearance?”

“You look like dogshit.”

Okay, maybe you have a lot more work to do on making them accepting of this whole situation. You want them to find you attractive at least. But the problem is that you don’t want to hypnotise every person you meet to explain why all three of them can’t keep their hands off you. Telling them to find you attractive will work, but maybe there’s a more elegant solution to this problem.

“You three, do you all have a type of guy you like?”

“We don’t really do romance!” Sonata chirps. “We usually just brainwash people into giving us what we want!”

Adagio leans over and points at her, “Shh! Idiot, don’t tell him everything!” You already know all of their secrets, but they don’t remember telling you anything. You’re liable to believe their tall tale about being sirens now that you’ve experienced the power for yourself.

“Okay, hypothetically – let’s say that you’re looking for someone to go out with, what kind of guy would they be?”

Adagio is first to answer, “Fashionable, if they don’t take some pride in their appearance, I don’t want anything to do with them.”

“And their personality?”

“I don’t know. Someone who isn’t annoying.”

Aria goes next, “A guy who doesn’t take shit from anyone and knows that I’m the best damn thing they’ll ever have.”

“And you Sonata?”

She drapes herself across Aria’s lap and takes your hand, “I want a guy who’s good at cooking!”

…

“And?”

“That’s it!”

It’s nice to know that at least one of these girls is easy to please. Aria shoos away the bubbly girl and retakes her place on your arm. “Alright. I’ll take that into account. Since I’m your boyfriend now, it makes sense that I’d try to please all of you, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” Aria and Adagio respond. Sonata tends to keep quiet when the other two are speaking.

“So to be the best boyfriend I can be, I might need your help with a few things. Adagio, since you’d like a fashionable boyfriend, how about we go out tomorrow and you can show me how it’s done?”

Adagio rolls her eyes, “Whatever.”

The cooking issue is easy enough to solve, but Aria’s desire is more abstract than Adagio’s and Sonata’s. She wants someone with a specific attitude, but changing your entire personality just isn’t going to work. You might need to abuse your powers to please her. “Aria, Sonata, let’s exchange phone numbers.”

You manage to convince Adagio, after some back and forth, to come with you for a day out on the town. Adagio is a total diva, and part of that is her presentation. Adagio is loud and proud, and her clothes are too. Now you have her to yourself for the day and the chance to do some self-improvement. The real purpose behind this is to cover up the fact that you’ve brainwashed three incredibly beautiful and difficult girls into being your girlfriends. So looking good by their standards will cut off some of the questions aimed your way.

These powers have many uses. Escaping from social faux pax for one. General commands seem to generate general responses. Adagio, Aria and Sonata will tell people that you’re dating when asked, but for everything else they still act like strangers. If you want people to act a certain way using the pass, you need to be oddly specific. You’re unsure of if the pass works via non-personal means like messages on your phone.

You lean back against a wall by the entrance to the town mall. You tried to dress up a little nicer for this occasion, and you brought all of your spending money should Adagio make some choices that you actually like. If not, you can just command her to like the way you look. It’s no skin off your back, aside from the time you’ll waste.

Adagio takes her sweet time showing up. She rounds the corner wearing a white dress that exposes her shoulders and dangles just below her knees. She stomps over to you and crosses her arms, “Why do I have to spend my weekend with you?”

“Because you’re my girlfriend?”

Adagio scoffs and tilts her hips to the side impatiently, “What do you want?”

“I already told you,” you repeat, knowing that she’s just being difficult, “You want to give me a makeover.”

“Fine.”

A bolt of inspiration strikes you, “And by the time we’re done – you’ll find me attractive enough to put up with.”

Adagio resists the suggestion, “I doubt it.”

“We’ll see.”

Adagio drags you by the arm to various high-end stores that you wouldn’t have dared stepped foot in alone. Despite her reservations about spending time with you, she decides to do the job properly. She flies through the isles like a speed demon, picking up complete outfits with a trained eye. She pushes you from behind to the nearest changing room, depositing the collect items into your arms and looking at you expectantly.

This is a lot more nerve wracking then when you said it out loud. It’s hard to break out of old habits. Breaking other people’s expectations of you is embarrassing. People who dress well every day and take good care of their appearance have a confidence that others don’t, and when they do it every day it isn’t weird. On the flipside, putting so much effort into the way you look every day must be annoying in the same way – people expect you to look good all the time.

You close the curtain and place the clothes onto the wooden bench. Adagio has picked an eclectic selection of clothes bright and bold. Adagio pokes her head through the gap and points to some of them, “Remember to wear them properly, loser. I don’t want you to waste all my effort.” You lean down and separate the pieces so that you know what to wear with what.

“Alright, unless you want to see me naked, I’d back out now.”

Adagio visibly cringes at the thought and quickly escape the confined space. You strip off your old clothes and swap them for the new. A bright red jacket covered with various little touches of black, slim black jeans and a white tank top that shows of your complete lack of chest. You could see someone who isn’t you pulling this look off pretty easily.

“Dagi, have a look.”

“Can you not call me that?”

“No. I can call you Dagi if I want.” The arguments ends there. She looks you up and down but doesn’t seem impressed.

“That’s a total bust. Next.”

Adagio eventually settled on something that she found acceptable. You paid for it with your own saved money and lugged the bags around with you as she dragged you to the next destination. A barbershop.

“A haircut too?”

Adagio snorts like it’s obvious, “The haircut completes the outfit, moron. Looking good doesn’t just happen from the neck down.” You hesitate as you both hover outside of the door. Are you really going to let Adagio choose your haircut?

“Okay. But you have to choose something that’ll actually look good.”

“Psh, I wasn’t going to make them shave you bald, asshole.” Adagio follows you inside. You check in at the counter to see if there are any open appointments, of which there are several. You take a seat next to her and check your watch. You still have twenty minutes until that time arrives. Adagio shuffles over and hangs onto your arm again, still under the effect of the command you gave her yesterday.

Adagio looks around the shop while you check your phone. There are several advertisements on the walls for various products that show off various styles that you’d never consider otherwise. Part of you feels that Adagio already has a good idea of what she wants. When the person at the counter finally calls your name, she pushes you off the chair and follows you to the chair.

“Pick that,” she whispers to you, pointing to a picture on one of the walls. It’s trendy, much trendier than anything you’d ever pick without her encouragement - if it can be called that. You close your eyes and allow the barber to massacre your carefully cultivated hair for nearly half-an-hour, only opening them when she asks you what you think.

Hey. It isn’t that bad, in fact, it suits you pretty well. You pay up and follow Adagio out back onto the main floor of the mall, “What do you think?”

“You can polish a piece of shit until it shines… but it’s still a piece of shit.”

Hm. Something is off. It’s starting to feel like Adagio is resisting your suggestions. “Adagio, send me a text message.”

“Why?” Adagio looks at you expectantly, awaiting your answer. That isn’t right.

“Never mind. I was just being stupid.”

“That’s nothing new.”

If Adagio was still under your control like she was earlier, she’d have done it without question. She’s still following all of the orders you gave her in the diner and school, but none of the things you’ve asked her to do today have stuck. You think back on when Twilight zapped you with the freaky magic energy.

Hall pass.

That’s it! You were holding onto the hall pass, and Twilight mentioned they were trying to transfer the power to something else. When you gave all those orders to Adagio, Aria, Sonata and Twilight, you were still holding onto it. But today you left it at home. Your old orders have stuck, but Adagio hasn’t been listening to anything else you’ve told her.

You need to rectify that.

“Adagio, thanks a lot for all the help.”

“Die.”

“Let’s call it here for today. I’ll see you at school.”

“Whatever. I hope nobody saw us.”

Oh they’ll see you alright, everyone will.

Author's Note

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I accidentally didn't write anything lewd again. Next time, I super duper promise.