You stay home for now, uncertain what to do first. It was a strange dream for sure. You wanted to try out your powers, but the only person around was your roommate Amelia, but you were hesitant to order her to strip or anything like that. If it didn't work, you'd look like a total jerk. Of course, if it did work, you'd look like a perverted ass anyways.
Your thoughts are interrupted by a sudden: "Good morning, Jack!"
You jump a mile and heat up a bit in embarrassment.
"Oh, good morning, Amelia!", you mumble out a greeting for your roommate. She is a short redhead, with small boobs and a round ass. You can't help but notice that her pajama shorts stop just below her ass cheeks. As much as you try to be a gentleman and not stare, sometimes you can't help it. You must've had a blank expression on your face as you tried to sneak glances because Amelia cleared her throat. You snap your eyes back to her, but she doesn't look angry at all, only slightly amused.
"Sleep well?" she asked absentmindedly, only meaning to make light conversation as she went to the kitchen for breakfast.
"Yeah." You say absentmindedly before doubling back. "Though, actually, I had an odd dream." You turn towards her before asking: "What about you?"
She appeared from behind the fridge door and shrugged, "I never remember anything from my dreams. What happened in your dream?"
Slightly taken aback by her interest, you say "Oh, it was just a boring dream about a men telling me I have a special power."
"Oh, what kind of power?" She sounded more awake now, probably excited, and you knew it was because she loved any kind of superhero story.
"Nothing really to save the world.... it was more of a... villainous power I suppose." You shrug out.
Amelia chuckled as she closed the fridge, pulling out the milk. She set it down and strutted over to the pantry. "A power is never good or evil. Only the person with the power is."
"Not mine. My power was I could tell people what they can or can't wear." You didn't notice Amelia open her mouth, about to say something, before you continued. "I mean like; You're not allowed to wear that sweater in our apartment!"
Suddenly her face turned from joy to anger: "Seriously?" she hands shook as she pulled off her hoodie and stood with her arms crossed over her modest white bra.
"W-What are you doing?" you stuttered, quite alarmed.
"You know you can control what people wear, Jack!"
"No, I can't. What are you talking about?" You question, completely bewildered and convinced all reason had left the apartment.
"Well, this "power" of yours is real, you idiot!" She huffed, her face bright red. "It wasn't just a dream."
"Y-you're-" you almost accuse her of joking, but she wouldn't take off her clothes in front of you for a joke.
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