[ WP ] The narrator has a huge crush on the protagonist . It 's really starting to creep the protagonist out .

When the voice in my head first stopped, I was relieved. It wasn ’ t ever particularly novel to know all of my movements before they even occurred to me. To never really be sure any of it was ever actually *up* to *me*. 
 
 A lot of people sign up for shit like that, you know? They find Jesus, they sell Cutco, they become cam girls or trophy wives, just so they *wouldn ’ t* have to make all their own choices. So some other voice could tell them what to do. They look for people, places, things, that come with a script. 
 
 But even that is different then being told what you *will* do. Especially when it ’ s by some bodiless perv with a grating, nasal lisp. And I ’ m still worried, a little, yea, because there ’ s no so such thing as a free lunch. No way, this dude really abdicated the throne of my deep hazel eyes that easily. No way he could resist the plush, lavender scented curves of my ample breasts. 
 
 I mean, I spent good time on those perfect, bouncing ringlets. An hour making sure my long, smooth legs were as hairless and soft as my fragrant venus mound… 
 
 … even now I ’ m entranced with the delicate bow of my glossy pink lips as I mouth the words I ’ m writing because… 
 
 … oh. 
 
 Oh, you tricky little bastard. 
 
 Good one.
