When I woke up that Saturday morning, I felt like shit.

Part of that was my legs. They definitely still burned after the hellish workout Amber gave me. Probably the bigger reason, though, was the guilt that finally started to set in. A faint glimmer of hope ignited in my mind, telling me it was all just a dream, but then I opened my eyes and saw my soiled bed sheets in a pile at the foot of my bed. Along with my night clothes next to it, which I realized weren’t on my body.

…And Julie’s next to that. Underwear and all.

At this point, all I can do is groan softly into my pillow as I let these feelings take their course. Is it… bad that I’m getting used to this?

God, don’t even ask a rhetorical question like that, me. You already know the answer.

I shambled out of bed like a zombie, making my way over to the bathroom. I turned on the hot water in the shower, and slowly began nursing my poor, abused legs once again. The steam helped clear my sinuses, and the heat caused my heart to start beating a little faster. Once I’d cleaned up and done all I could for my legs, I stepped out of the steaming shower fully awake and ready to take on the day. I looked over and-

Oh, whoops, I forgot to close the bathroom door. Though, not like that matters now anyways. Opposite the door frame, a naked Julie with a lascivious smile on her face was watching me intently.

“Damn girl, it’s like you’re inviting me in!” She says with her deep and sultry morning voice. “Are all lesbians this forward with each other? I wouldn’t know, personally…” 

Her gaze turned into sharp daggers as she locked onto my eyes, her sexy demeanor vanishing instantly. “...since I only became one last night.” Her voice is cold, and I can feel the aura of contempt radiating off of her.

Not just my veins froze up this time, as my entire body went frigid in a nanosecond and all the color drained from my face. I felt a chill ripple through my body, my already piss-poor mental state becoming even worse as her words flayed my conscience and stoked the guilt further.

After what felt like an eternity of her staring into my soul, I managed to finally regain control of my body enough to speak. “I’m, I’m sorry,” I blurted out, “c-can this wait until… after breakfast? P-Please? I’m, I-”

Julie walked over to me and put a finger on my lips. I can tell from the way she walked that she’s absolutely livid right now, and only barely containing it. “Violet Hanamori, you and I both know that what you’ve done, and what you’re going to do, is way more than just unethical. It is utterly vile, contemptible, and you are literally insane. So guess what? I am going to remind you every. single. day. You will never escape this, unless you either un-fuck everyone’s minds, or you say those magic little words to make me stop.”

She walked around me, grabbing my shoulders and whispering directly into my ear. “But I know you still have a conscience rattling around somewhere in that pretty little head of yours. If you want it to remain intact, then you’ll never pick that second option, won’t you? That’d just make you an even worse monster than you already are.”

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to take my shower. Those thoughts you jammed into my head have made me horny as fuck, and I’d rather get rid of it on my own terms.” She said nonchalantly, as she stepped into the shower.

…

…

…

…Fuck.

I am completely, utterly, helplessly paralyzed. Not since I brainwashed Amber have I felt anything this… visceral. I’m like a wounded rabbit, exhausted and scared as it stares at the wolf slowly encircling its prey. My eyes welled up with tears, and it took me a good minute or two of sobbing in place before I could even will my body to move again, as I shambled back over to my bed and buried my face in my pillow. Pity and grief flooded every facet of my being, as I wallowed in the gravity of my mistakes. I don’t even know how long passed before I finally lifted my head up again, eyes red and pillow soaked. I looked around the room, and saw Julie sitting at the work desk writing something. She’s dressed in her sweatpants and a black t-shirt with a band logo on it, and is looking at me with an annoyed expression.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re really loud when you cry?”

I tried to snap back with an angry retort, but all my throat managed was a small squeak before I gave in to another wave of self-pity. I can’t even cry now, I’m pretty sure my tear ducts are completely empty at this point. I just flopped onto my side, defeated, as I quietly sobbed even more. I… really did this to myself. And y’know what, this is my divine retribution. I deserve this. I-

My train of thought is interrupted by the bottle of water that enters my field of view. I looked up and… Julie’s standing there, holding it out to me.

“Go on, take it.”

I slowly sat up, then cautiously took the bottle from her. I half-expected her to just yank it back and tease me more, but she just motioned me to drink it instead.

“Vi, I am still compelled to help you out. We have work to do, both school and… extracurricular. I can’t have you be a dehydrated ball of sadness the entire time, now can I? So, drink up. I’ve started my list of possible subjects to have you review later. But first, let’s get you up and ready so you can introduce me to your two newest hypnotized slaves!”

That’s enough to finally break through my depressed stupor and get my attention. “Wait, huh, what? You want to… meet them? W-Why?”

“Because I know you listened to me yesterday. I need to assess the damage, and help you figure out where to go from here.”

Oh, yeah. I… yeah, I really can’t walk back on that now. 

And I’m not even going to entertain the idea of the alternative, not after that guilt trip she just induced.

“Oh, and another thing?” She said, looking over her shoulder with sadness in her eyes. “I don’t like what I did either. I hate having to lash out at you like that, and despite the fucked-up things you did to me I still consider you a close friend. But I want you to know that it’s because you made me think this way, that I had to do it.”

What does she…

…

Oh.

“So, question,” I asked Julie as we made our way over to Amber’s dorm, “Why the… change in attitude?”

She scoffed. “Vi, I was a complete emotional train wreck last night. After what you did to me, I just… needed to feel happy again. I needed to feel good, because I wasn’t sure how I should feel. Helping you felt comfortable, it felt… right. I could just… let my new instincts take the wheel, and it felt good. Now that I’ve slept on it, I can look at things more logically and actually sort out my emotions properly. And that let me realize just how utterly fucked up everything was.”

Yeah, that makes sense.

“Oh, and by-the-by? If you ever quit your day job of mind controlling people, you should get a job as a sex therapist, because holy shit! That was literally the best orgasm I’ve felt in years, bar none!”

I stopped dead in my tracks and looked up at her in pure confusion. She looked back at me with a big smile, and… damn, she’s being completely sincere? Should I feel pride at the compliment, or guilt at the circumstances that led to it?

“The answer is yes, Vi.” She called out as she continued walking, and I was left in a daze. I finally shook my head before jogging to catch up with her.

The door opened, revealing a tall, muscular woman in a tank top and gym shorts. “Hey Vi! And uh… wait, you’re her roommate, right? What’s your name?”

“Julie, Julie Benson!” She said, offering up her hand for Amber to shake. “Vi’s told me a little bit about you, and so I wanted to come meet you myself!”

“Hey, a friend of Vi is a friend of mine. Hey, that rhymes! Come on in, make yourself comfy!” She said enthusiastically, returning the handshake before opening the door wide. “You know Vi’s here to help me study calc, right?”

I saw the shiver run down Julie’s spine at the mere mention of it. “Yeah, I’m uh… not much help in that department. To be totally honest, I kinda just have Vi help me with it when it comes up in my classes as well. The math just goes way over my head.”

It’s definitely true, she sees an integral sign and her brain just shuts down. And, uh, not in the sexy mind-control way. I really can’t fault her either, calculus sucks and we all know it! I just happen to be reasonably good at it, and I’m not a half bad teacher.

We all took our seats as we started the study session: Amber sat at her desk with her homework, I sat on her bed, and Julie sat on the beanbag chair. There’s a possessive part of me screaming to make Julie switch spots with me, but I tried my best to reel it back. 

…

It’d be so easy… just say those magic words and she’ll move! Your back is starting to get sore, your legs are still jelly, you’ve had one hell of a morning… I’m sure you’d be justified in telling her to move, and you know she’d happily oblige…

…

But no, I’ll… I’ll suck it up. A little pain now is nothing I can’t handle. And I… deserve this. I won’t give in to a moment of weakness. I need to be better.

I looked over, and I saw Julie staring at me intently. And she… nodded? She… she definitely knows.

Seriously, is she a telepath and never told me? Julie, if you can hear this, I’m getting revenge for you stealing my chair later.

We spent a couple hours going over Amber’s homework, helping her run through problems and correcting mistakes in her work. It was… very mundane, considering the circumstances surrounding this visit. We all chit-chatted a bit, catching up on what we did during the week (with me leaving out the whole “mind-controlling you two and my classmate” thing), and we even laughed at Amber turning my legs into mush last night. Julie and Amber started to get to know each other as well: turns out they have more in common than I thought, as they both watch a lot of the same TV shows! It felt… normal, for the first time in what felt like ages. I could almost forget that the two women sitting across from me were hypnotized slaves bent to my will.

Eventually, Amber packed away her completed worksheets and turned around to face us. “Man, I don’t know how much longer I’ll last in this class! Thank you guys, though, you’ve helped me a ton with not flunking out!” She said, beaming at us.

“Like I’ve always said,” I told her, “it’s the least I can do. Calc sucks! I still have no idea why you’ve gotta take it!”

“True that,” Julie responded, before turning her head towards Amber. “By the way, I’ve got a particular question for you, Amber.”

“Oh, alright then, shoot!”

“What do you think of your Goddess?”

Amber’s lightly tanned skin drained of all its color in a nanosecond. “Whuh? Uhm, I… I have no idea what you’re talking about?” Her eyes nervously darted between Julie and I, as she immediately started sweating.

“It’s, it’s okay Amber.” I said, mustering up enough courage to sound confident. “She’s uh… she’s allowed to know about our… relationship.”

Confusion gripped Amber’s face. “Are… are you sure?”

I nodded. “In fact, I want you to completely drop the façade of secrecy with her. She… needs to know everything about your devotion.”

Immediately her expression shifted from worry to relief. “A-As you wish, my Goddess! What, uh, what did you want to know?” She said, turning to Julie with enthusiasm.

“Well, let’s start off with something simple: what does she mean to you?” She said, pointing at me.

“Oh, she’s my perfect Goddess! She’s the most important person in my life, and I would do literally anything for her! She is my one true love, the sexiest person on Earth, and everything she does is positively amazing! I would follow her to the ends of the Earth, and I want to support her in everything she does!”

Julie observed Amber carefully, her hand gripping her chin. Her eyes shifted my way, and I felt myself unconsciously curling up under her criticizing gaze. “Alright, now tell me: do you know that you were hypnotized?”

“Oh yeah, we actually made a bet out of whether I could be hypnotized originally. If I couldn’t, Vi would be my ball bitch at tennis practice for a week, and if I did…”

“Then I would get to play some pranks on her while she was under.” I admitted. “I-I do just want to say that, that I never intended to go this far. I just… I… got caught up in the moment? I-I know that sounds stupid, I know it does, but I really meant to just mess with her a bit and put her back! I-I… I…” I buried my head in my hands, feeling the tears well up in my eyes all over again.

I felt someone sit down beside me and wrap their arms around me. “It’s okay, my Goddess,” Amber cooed softly, “take as much time as you need.” All I managed to let out was an exasperated, frustrated groan as my heart raced and my emotions became turbulent. Eventually, after a minute or so of Amber rocking me back and forth, I could finally lift my head from my hands. Amber passed me a tissue, and I dabbed away the tears before blowing my nose on it. 

“You… really regret doing this to her, don’t you?” Julie asked with genuine concern.

I nodded in return. “I’ve managed to completely, irreparably change the lives of some of my closest friends.” I glanced at both of them. “I just… c-couldn’t control myself… and i-it all started here, with her…”

She stared at me, then let out a long sigh. “Why not just… return her to normal, then? Why not just make her forget everything that happened?”

“I-I know that lies never last. I could have gotten away with it, since it was just us, but I know that I would have to keep up a façade for the rest of my life. I would have to come over every Saturday for our study session, look her in the eyes, and act like nothing ever happened. Act like I didn’t… a-assault her, and r-rape her. It’d eat away at me every day, and I’d never be able to face her the same way ever again, let alone myself.”

“But my Goddess, it’s okay-”

“No, no it’s NOT okay!” I snapped back, and immediately regretted it as I saw Amber flinch away in fear. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that! I… just… just give me a moment…” I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples for a moment, breathing deeply as I let the feelings pass. After another minute of sorting my thoughts out, I’ve finally cooled down enough to open my eyes again. Amber is looking at me with deep concern, and Julie is watching the both of us carefully.

“I feel like there’s something I’m missing, or that you’re not telling me.”

I squirmed uncomfortably before looking up at Amber. “If you’re okay with it - and only if you’re okay with it personally, putting aside the fact that I’m the one asking you to do it - do… do you want to tell her?” 

She looked down at her hands and fidgeted in place. “I… yes.” She then looked Julie in the eyes, her tone somber. “Senior year of high school, a guy tried hitting on me. I turned him down, but he grabbed me and tried to… y’know. I beat the shit out of him for trying, though. Once the school found out, he was expelled immediately.”

Julie looked back at me with a serious face. “Were you aware of this?”

“N-No, God no! I… I made a suggestion that she would allow me to… feel her up, and I found out after that. I-I never knew that happened, she never mentioned it until then, so I… I…” I buried my face in my hands again and groaned in frustration. “I knew something was wrong. That experience had to have been traumatic for her, and she probably should have punched my lights out like with that other guy. I… kind of wish she had, honestly, maybe I wouldn’t be in this position if she’d decked me. I-I realized my mistake immediately. And yet…”

The room was silent for what felt like an eternity. “Amber, what do you remember from that moment?” Julie finally said.

“Honestly,” she said, “It’s kind of exactly what she said. I remember she woke me up from hypnosis, and I think I worried about clothes for some reason? I don’t remember why. Then she lunged at me, and… I remember feeling something. It was like a spark of something, and then it just faded away a moment later. It was like… the only thing that mattered was letting her do that. I could still remember how I felt about that jackass doing it to me, but I didn’t feel the same way when she did it. I couldn’t, somehow.”

Julie slowly got up from her chair and walked towards us quietly. Without warning, she grabbed at Amber’s chest. Amber immediately flinched, her entire body tensed up. I noticed she had her arms poised to attack, but didn’t. Both Amber and I stared at Julie with utter shock and confusion, and Julie released her breast.

“Amber, how did that make you feel?” She said, her expression steeled.

“I… I-It was… uncomfortable… I was reminded of when he did it. I… almost punched you for doing it. Even now, I’m feeling anger and panic like I did back then.” She takes a deep breath to calm herself down. “I think the reason I didn’t hit you was because I stopped myself.”

“I’m sorry for doing that to you Amber,” she replied solemnly, hugging her tightly. “You’re such a strong woman, physically and emotionally, and I’m sorry that I did that to you. I hope you can forgive me. But,” she gently picked up Amber’s hands and then held them tightly, “I need you to be brave, and hold onto those feelings for just a moment. Can you do that for me?”

Amber stared at her for a moment, then nodded wordlessly.

Julie then picked up my left hand, and placed it on her chest. Immediately, Amber’s expression softened.

“Amber, explain to me exactly what you feel.” Julie said sternly.

Amber’s eyes bounced around in confusion. “It’s… weird. I know exactly how I felt just a moment ago. I was pissed, and scared, and tense… but then the moment her hand touched me, it was like… those emotions couldn’t exist. No matter how hard I tried to hold onto them, they just faded away. I know I should feel like I did a moment ago, but I just… can’t. It’s not possible.”

Julie moved my hand away from her chest. “And now?”

“…Right back to normal, I can feel those emotions again. But… not at her. I can feel it when I remember how you groped me, but when I think about my Goddess doing it… nothing. It’s literally impossible for me to be angry at her for doing that.”

Julie stood there in contemplation, before letting out a long sigh and getting down on her knees. “Thank you, Amber. You’re very brave, and I’m deeply sorry I had to do something like that to you. I hope you can understand why I needed to do that, and I ask that you forgive me.”

Amber chuckled nervously. “I… I understand. I get it, and I forgive you. I guess my Goddess didn’t tell you not to do that on the first date like she did with me, huh?” She said, trying to lighten the mood a little. She poked her elbow into my ribs, making me blush a very deep red. 

“Thank you, Amber.” Julie rose to her feet again, then looked at me. “So, I’ve got a good idea of what you did with her. I have a couple things that I’m keeping track of now, given both of our experiences. Is there anything else I should know about your little brainwashed devotee?”

It took me a second to remember how to move again, since I was still processing what I just witnessed. “W-Well, I have her triggers?”

“Triggers? What’re those?”

“Um, basically things I can do to cause a post-hypnotic suggestion to occur? Here, it’ll be easier to show you.”

I tapped Amber’s nose, and her face went slack.

“Amber, when you return to normal you’ll take off your shirt and shorts. However, you won’t consciously be aware that you’re doing it until either Julie or I draw attention to your clothes.”

I tapped her nose again, and she blinked a couple times as she awoke.

“How’re you feeling, Amber?” I asked.

“Good? Am I… supposed to feel different, my Goddess?” she asked me as she lifted her shirt over her head completely nonchalantly.

“No, you’re good! I’m just showing Julie something.” Off went her shorts, she tossed them in a pile next to her shirt. “By the way, aren’t you chilly dressed like that?” 

Amber cocked her head to one side. “No, my Goddess? Why would I…” She looked down, and suddenly realized her lack of clothes. “Wait, what? When did I…”

“While we were talking, remember?”

She sat there thinking for a moment, as she realized exactly what she was just doing. “Wow, that’s amazing, my Goddess! I was totally oblivious, even as I was pulling my own shirt up right in front of my face! That’s awesome, my Goddess!” She stared at me with awe and wonder, like a kid seeing a magic trick for the first time.

I looked up at Julie, and she’s got her own look of wonder plastered on her face. One hand is stroking her chin, and the other is feeling up her thighs. “That’s impressive, but… you said triggers, plural. What other kind of tricks do you have up your sleeve?”

I grinned knowingly at her. “Please, you will believe that Julie is now your Goddess as well, and she can activate all of your triggers just like I can.”

“Julie is now my Goddess as well, and she can use my triggers too.” Amber monotoned back, before rousing herself awake again. And she laid eyes on Julie, she gasped as pure adoration flooded her being. “Oh my Goddess, I… I never realized! I’m sorry I felt anger towards you, I would never again do such a thing! Please, please forgive me!” She climbed onto her knees and prostrated herself in an oddly familiar way. 

Julie stood there, stunned. “So… do they do the same thing, or…?”

“Honestly they kinda do, the difference is pretty negligible. Just depends on what you feel like using. The last one’s her sleep trigger, which sends her back into a deep hypnotized state. Just say ‘Sleep’ and snap your fingers, give it a try!”

She looked down at the quivering body of Amber below her with uncertainty, then raised her hand and pinched her fingers together.

“Sleep.” She snapped her fingers, and Amber’s body limply felt to the side. A moment later, her oh-so familiar mantra was being whispered from her lips.

“The deeper I go, the better I feel… the better I feel, the deeper I want to go… the deeper I go, the better I feel… the better I feel, the deeper I want to go…”

“So,” I addressed Julie, “what do you think?”

She bit her lip for a moment before responding. “You managed to so thoroughly brainwash your friend, on your first attempt, that you completely overrode her fear response to a traumatic event. Either your beginner’s luck is immaculate, or your theory of magic isn’t as bullshit as it sounds.” She looked down at Amber as she chanted away, squirming as she pressed her legs together. “Also, that was by far the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Fuck you, by the way.”

“Well, if you’re gonna offer, I don’t mind,” I said, using the last bit of my confidence to sound as sultry and seductive as possible, “but you do have a willing, obedient, brainwashed slave right at your feet…”

She closed her eyes in frustration, and I could see the battle going on in her head as my words echoed in her ears. If her clenched jaw and strained expression are anything to go by, it’s a fight she’s rapidly losing. She breathed in through gritted teeth, then a moment later threw down her sweatpants in a flash. “Fine, you win! Amber, climb up on the bed so we can-”

“Actually, it’d help if you fucked each other on the floor in front of me.”

“YOU LITTLE-” Her anger turned to exasperation as she threw her hands up in the air. “Alright, floor it is! Amber, grab some towels so we don’t stain the carpet.” As Amber slowly got up and lumbered into the bathroom, mumbling her mantra along the way, Julie turned to face me and tore off her shirt.

“For the record,” I said with my pants and underwear already at my knees, “I’m just getting revenge for you taking my beanbag chair.”

She froze mid bra-unclasping, and stared at me completely deadpan. “Really? You’re very petty, y’know that?”

I shrugged as I jammed my fingers down my groin. “Never said I wasn’t!”

Julie and I jogged to the food court, since our… discussion in Amber’s room took longer than expected. As we approached the building, I saw a familiar blonde girl talking to someone I hadn’t seen before: she had light brown hair that turned a sky blue towards the tips curling in at the shoulders, fair skin, and a few tattoos on her arms. She wore a gray v-neck shirt with some kind of logo on the front, black skinny jeans, and a pair of high-rise boots. As we approached the table, I saw Jas point us out to her friend and they stood up to greet us.

And, wow. I mean, I know I’m a little short, but damn this new girl is tall. Gotta be at least 6 feet, easily. 

“Hey, Jas said you two were coming!” She greeted us happily, offering her hand out. “We haven’t met yet- I’m Chase, and you are?”

“I’m Julie, and this is Violet!” She said, accepting the handshake. “I believe these two met in a class they share, right?”

“Um, y-yeah!” Jas squeaked out just barely loud enough to be heard over the crowd. “We met in Sociology class, and uh, we’re partners for a-a group project. Oh, uh, Jasmine, by the way. Everyone calls me Jas.”

“And you can just call me Vi!” I said, shaking her hand next.

“Awesome, glad to finally meet you!” Chase’s grip is very firm compared to mine. “Jas told me a bit about you, but it’s nice to finally meet you in-person! Unfortunately, I gotta jet; I’ve got a scrim in like 10 minutes, and the club’s all the way across campus. Don’t be a stranger, you two! Catch you later, Jas!” She grabbed her backpack and a plushie of a character from a game I think I recognized, and started walking away.

“S-Sorry about that, she’s part of an e-sports team on campus. Apparently she’s one of the best junglers in the state!” Jas said apologetically, motioning us to sit at the table.

“Ah, is that what that plushie was?” I asked. “I thought it looked familiar.”

“Yup, that’s her main! She loves them a lot, and takes that plush wherever she goes. By the way, nice to meet you, Julie!”

“Likewise!” She said, flashing her a smile. “I’m curious, how’d you two end up partners?”

“W-Well,” Jas started, “we were assigned a group project that required at least groups of two. Everyone around me had already grouped up, so I tapped her shoulder, and, well…”

“After jumping about 10 feet in the air, we became partners.” I said.

“Eh, it was probably more like 20. But who’s counting?” She said coyly.

“The person who jumped just as high?” I countered.

We all got a good chuckle out of that. “So,” Julie said, “I’m assuming you two went to your dorm that evening to work on the assignment? I remember you weren’t there when I came back that afternoon.”

“Well, we grabbed lunch, then we went to the library to study, then we stopped by her dorm in the evening.” I piped in. “She was having trouble with her sleep schedule, so I showed her this massage a doctor taught me that’ll open up blood flow to the body and promote relaxation. I’ve done it with other people in the past, and my insomniac friends said it helped them get to sleep quicker.”

Julie raised an eyebrow at me. I mean, she has a right to be skeptical of me, but I’ll explain later that my brainwashing tendencies only manifested recently. I swear I didn’t do hypno-massages back in the day!

“Honestly, I slept like a log that night! I-I even felt energized when I woke up!” Jas said.

“That means your sleep that night lined up with your circadian rhythm,” I explained. “If you go to bed and wake up at a consistent time, your body gets used to it, and things like your morning cortisol peak will line up with when you wake up, leaving you refreshed! Oh, and try to aim for 1.5 hour intervals with how long you sleep - so 6, 7.5, or 9 hours of sleep each night - since your sleep cycle runs on roughly those intervals. Waking up during REM sleep will leave you groggy or with sleep paralysis, while waking up during N1 or N2 gives you energy!”

“Huh, you sure know a lot about sleep, don’t you Vi?” Julie said in a subtly mocking tone.

“To be honest, I’ve just always had a rock-solid sleep schedule! My friends kept asking how I could wake up feeling nice, so I learned the basics and read up on the science of it. The papers were a bit of a snore, though. They were so dry I fell asleep reading them.” I said, winking at them and getting a couple chuckles in response. “Honestly though, my own sleep schedule’s been out of whack lately. Not sure why, but the past couple of weeks have not been kind to my beauty sleep.”

“Maybe you need to follow your own advice? I know you’ve been really busy the past week.” Julie said, and I shrugged as I took a swig from my water bottle. She then turned to her newest acquaintance. “By the way, Jas, you got anything going today? I don’t want to pull you away from anything important with this meet-up.”

“Oh, you’re good! I’ve got nothing going today, I was just planning on studying a little bit tonight and cranking out next week’s assignments tomorrow.”

“Cool, just checking. Do you want to crash somewhere a little quieter than here? It’s not gonna be long before the next food crowd comes in.”

“Sure! You wanna head to the library, or the dorms?”

“Dorms are more comfy, and we can be a bit louder there than we can in the library. Better leave those for the people who actually need to study, right?” I chimed in. “But before that, Jas?”

“Y-Yes?”

“Stare and relax.” I pointed down towards my chest.

“Whuh?! Um-” She was totally flustered by my sudden comment, but I didn't give her a second to think about it.

“Stare and relax.” I circled my fingers around the shape of my cleavage.

“Huh? I-I… I…” She’s been trying to move her eyes away, but they’re glued fast.

“Stare and relax.” I grabbed my tits and started pushing them together. 

“S-Stare…” Her face started to soften.

“Stare and relax.” I circled my nipples with my fingers.

“Stare… and relax…” Finally, her eyes became glassy as she slipped into trance.

“Good girl, keep repeating that as you stare and relax deeper and deeper.”

“Stare and relax… Stare and relax… Stare and relax…” Her voice is but a quiet, monotone whisper as she droned on.

I looked over at Julie. Her face is flushed, her nipples are stiff peaks under her sweater, and she is utterly enthralled by what she’s seeing. She finally looks my way, her jaw already dropped to the floor. 

“How far away did you say her dorm was?”

Cries of ecstasy filled the dorm room. Julie was laying on one of the beds, being eaten out by its owner. She lapped away at her folds with the single-minded determination only someone as deeply hypnotized as her could provide, while Julie simply let my hypnotized slave’s tongue take her to new heights of pleasure. She moaned into her arm as a second orgasm finally hit her, flooding every neuron in her body with that wonderful, orgasmic pleasure. 

I was already bathing in the afterglow of my own orgasm, and hearing her cry out like that almost made me want to go another round. But as I looked at the clock, I realized our time was probably too limited.

“Jas, what time does Chase come back from her scrims again?”

“About… 6…” She replied, panting loudly in between her monotone responses.

“Damn… wish I could… do this forever…” Julie said, gasping in between as she sat up and read the clock on the wall. We had about an hour left, but Julie was insistent that we clean up ahead of time just in case Chase came back early. I helped her up, then snapped my fingers in front of Jas. Her body shook as the orgasm she’d been waiting for roared through her, finally releasing all her pent up lust in one go. 

Soon enough, Julie and I were fully clothed again while Jas was pulling her sweater down. I picked up her glasses from the nightstand and placed them on her face, letting her glassy eyes reflect back through the magnification. 

“So, Jas, we’re going to ask you some questions,” Julie said, “and you are going to answer them truthfully, to the best of your abilities. Tell me, what happened over the course of the week?”

“Monday I met Vi… we started the project… she came here… helped me relax…”

“Tuesday… nothing special, just… advanced networking…”

“Wednesday… I realized I was… a lesbian… talked with Vi about it… finally came out…”

“Rest of the week… pretty uneventful…”

“Then today… met you…”

“Jas, were you a lesbian before Monday?”

“No… was straight…”

“What changed?”

“Vi’s t-tits… beautiful…”

Julie glared at me, and I shrunk down into the chair I was sitting on. “I… may have had a hand in that… and then made a mistake and had to fix it quickly…”

She sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose in dismay. “Just tell me what happened.”

“Okay, so Monday night I made her think my tits were hypnotic. I don’t know- no, come to think of it I do know exactly why, have you seen Jas’ milkers?” Julie stared daggers into my soul. “Right, sorry, time limit. Uh, anyways, I wanted her to feel more confident in herself so I did this funky thing where she hypnotized herself with her own boobs. It worked, she’s not nearly as reserved or uncomfortable with her body now, but then Wednesday came and it all fell apart.

“The moment she laid eyes on my tits as she sat down? Hypnotized. I quickly told her she couldn’t be hypnotized by them for the rest of the class and woke her up. Unfortunately, she was very distracted by them during class. She tried to hurry away to get some air, but I snagged her back into hypnosis before she could run. We came straight here, she told me that she was confused about finding my boobs irresistible despite being straight, and so I ‘fixed’ it by making her a lesbian and helping her come to terms with it. By talking it out, while she was under hypnosis. And, um… she was the one that decided on the term ‘lesbian’ for the record, I was just gonna make her bi.”

A long, exasperated sigh escaped her lips. “Wow, that’s… wow. Alright. From the sound of it, there’s… a conflict of identity. You’ve made her think she’s a lesbian, but none of her actions seem to support it. You’ve forced this title onto her, but your little ego trip meant she only shows very few hyper-specific lesbian traits. And even then, it’s only in regards to you, isn’t it?” She turned to face our entranced friend. “Jas, what do you think about other women? Do you stare at their tits too?”

“No… just Vi’s…”

She faced back towards me, crossing her arms. “So, Ms. center-of-this-girl’s-universe, what do you think the first step is?”

I wanted to shrink even further into my chair, but I knew what needed to be done. I slowly got up and walked over to my bespectacled slave. “Jas, listen carefully. I’m going to run a program that’ll help debug your code. In a moment, I’m going to run the program and you will repeat the following commands out loud: ‘I am a lesbian. I find women hot. I find breasts of all kinds attractive. I find Vi and Julie very attractive. Julie’s breasts are as hypnotic as Vi’s.’ You’ll repeat those commands in order, over and over, because I’ve set it up as a dependency loop that you’ll only be able to exit once I snap my fingers. Every time you repeat those commands out loud, you’ll find it incorporates itself deeper into your code, becoming a completely natural part of you. If you understand, say ‘I will comply’ back.”

“I will comply…”

“Good girl. I’m going to run that program… now.”

“I am a lesbian… I find women hot… I find breasts of all kinds attractive… I find Vi and Julie very attractive… Julie’s breasts are as hypnotic as Vi’s… I am a lesbian… I find women hot… I find breasts of all kinds attractive… I find Vi and Julie very attractive… Julie’s breasts are as hypnotic as Vi’s… I am a lesbian… I find women hot… I find breasts of all kinds attractive… I find Vi and Julie very attractive… Julie’s breasts are as hypnotic as Vi’s…”

I looked back at Julie. “Think that’ll do for now?”

She gave me a stern nod in return. “For now. She’ll need more work and a bit more time to really grow into her new identity. But this is a good start. And, uh, thanks for adding me in, I guess? Fuck, it feels weird saying that with this context.”

“Yeah, but you love it.” I said, poking her ribs with my elbow.

“Yeah, I unfortunately do. In no small part thanks to you.” She says dejectedly.

I walked over to Jas and snapped my fingers. As soon as she finished her last command in the list, she stood there quiet and motionless. “Any last-minute requests, Julie?”

She walked up to me. “Actually, yes I do. You mentioned she hypnotized herself, right?” I nodded. “That… could be very useful. Jas, do you know anything about hypnosis?”

“Grandpa did it… know the gist of it…”

“Alright, here’s what we’re gonna do then,” She told Julia, grabbing one of her shoulders. “Let’s add a new… background process. If you receive a text from Vi or myself and the message is surrounded by square brackets, you will consciously ignore the message completely. Your conscious mind cannot even see it, like it’s… a hidden file: your subconscious, however, has permission to access and read that text. Your subconscious will read the contents of the text, and then make your conscious mind perform those tasks without it even knowing. You’ll find that at the first opportunity, you will automatically perform the task indicated by the square brackets, believing it to be your own idea. After all, your subconscious is the one giving you the task, so your conscious mind can just assume it’s your own thought. I know that was a bit complex, but do you understand?”

“Yeah…”

“Good, when I snap my fingers you’ll wake up from trance and that new process will silently work in the background without you knowing. Oh, and before I forget, you’ll remember leading us here, chatting about your new sexuality, and then Vi and I helping you get more used to it.” She snapped her fingers, and Jas shook her head awake. 

“So, Jas, feeling better about it all now?” Julie said.

“Huh? Oh, yeah! I… really appreciate the support, you guys! I’m still trying to figure out all this stuff, but it really helps to have you guys lend a hand emotionally.”

“Oh, trust me: as a relatively new member of the gay community myself, I’m still coming to terms with it too. By the way, Vi?”

“Already on it.” I was already typing away on my phone, and a moment later Jas’ phone pinged. She took out her phone, unlocked it, and… for the briefest of moments, I saw the light fade from her eyes as she read the text I sent her. Then she locked her phone, put it in her pocket, and flipped up her sweater and shirt to reveal her bra.

“Sorry about that, must’ve been a spam text.” She said completely nonchalantly, entirely unaware of what her hands were currently doing. “I get a lot of those nowadays.”

I strutted up to her and sank my hand into one of her breasts. “Yeah, I totally understand. I get tons of those too!” I looked back at Julie. “C’mon, no need to be shy! She won’t even remember this in a second.”

“Huh?” Jas exclaimed. “What won’t I remember?”

“Don’t worry about it, just enjoy it.”

“O-Okay?…”

Julie sighed, then sauntered over and stuck her hand onto Jas’ other breast. We both stood there feeling her up for a moment, letting her soft mounds soak up our digits as Jas moaned with pleasure. After a minute I gave Julie a nod, and we released our hands. Then I walked behind Jas and slapped her ass, and she dropped her shirt and sweater. 

“Hey Vi, you send that text yet?” Julie called out.

“Yeah, we’re good to go!” I called back, and Jas whipped around in surprise. 

“Wait, when’d you get behind me?!” She said, completely bewildered.

“What, you didn’t see me walk behind you?” I said tauntingly. “Were you so busy staring at her tits now, that you didn’t see mine float on by?”

Her blush was such a bright red it would’ve put Rudolph to shame. “I-I guess I… didn’t? I-I mean, I wasn’t-!” Jas’ speech quickly devolved into incoherent babbling as embarrassment began overriding everything her frontal cortex was capable of doing.

“Jeez, Vi, you’re gonna make her have an aneurysm if you keep teasing her like that!” Julie said teasingly. “Don’t worry about it, Jas. By the way, it’s getting late and we have some work to catch up on, so we should probably head on out. By the way, mind if you give me your number so I can text you later?”

“Oh, alright! It’s only… 6?!” She practically shouted. “We’ve been talking for that long?! A-AGAIN?! I swear, time is an enigma when I’m with you people…”

“Don’t worry, that’s just one of my gay superpowers! Once you become a true lesbian like me, then you’ll also be able to warp time!” I joked, sticking out my tongue playfully. “But she’s right, we gotta scoot. Catch you later, Jas!”

And with that, we grabbed our stuff and walked out of the dorms.

I immediately flopped onto my bed. Today’s been a looooong day, filled with a lot of emotions, and sex. The combination of the two means I’m totally tapped.

“I hope you’re not ready to fall asleep yet, we still have one more person to talk about and a bit more planning to do.” Julie said as she sank into the chair at our desk.

I groaned as I turned over onto my back. “What do you… you? Didn’t I-”

“You did, that’s not what I’m referring to. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t fuck with my mind any more than you already have, thank you.” She said sarcastically. “Though, just to clarify for my own notes: what exactly did you do to me?”

I looked up at the bottom of Julie’s bunk. “Well, Thursday evening I got out of my labs, came here, and recorded that hypnosis file. I didn’t have a lot of time before you came back, so I just recorded it in one go and exported. I thought of the whole “sleep learning” thing on the way over, and just kinda free-balled it in one take. Honestly? That was kind of a terrible job: I stuttered a bunch, repeated certain words too much… I was really surprised that such a shoddy file actually worked, to be frank. But, it did, much to my surprise. And you already know the rest.”

“Huh, so after you royally fucked up with Jas by going too fast, you decided the best course of action was to rush my brainwashing? Twice?” She raised an eyebrow at me. “Seriously, did you learn nothing from Jas?”

I rubbed my temples. “Yeah, yeah, I know. That’s why I have you now!” I gave her a big, dumb smile, which only made her glare more apathetic.

“Well, what kinda triggers did you put in my head? Just the help one?”

“Oh no, that was actually something I did on Friday. Uh, you have a sleep trigger, and it’s just the Japanese verb that means ‘to sleep.’”

「眠る？」Julie asked. “Wait, how the hell did I immediately know that?” 

“Oh, I wasn’t kidding about teaching you some Japanese, just in case that audio file didn’t actually work. What’s the word for ‘university’ in Japanese?”

「大学校。」

“What’s ‘to eat’?”

「食べる。」

“The adjective for ‘cool’?”

「かっこいい。」Julie chuckled. “Wow, that’s actually really interesting! I don’t even have to think about it, the answer just… comes out automatically! Wait, does that mean those are technically triggers, then?”

I thought about it for a second. “…Maybe? I didn’t actually intend for them to be or act like hypnosis triggers or anything; all I did was take you into hypnosis, then teach you the words. I only installed the trigger after I taught you the final word, which was sleep, and only for that word. You said it was natural, like you didn’t even have to think about the answer, right?”

“Yeah, it just popped out of my mouth instantly. How do I put it… quick, what’re you laying on?”

“Bed?”

“You didn’t have to think about the word before you said it, right? You just knew what a bed was, knew it was called a bed, and said ‘bed’ instinctively, right? That’s what it felt like. It was like a natural extension of my vocabulary, as if I’d known that since I was three!” 

I propped myself on my elbows. “That’s… fascinating, to be completely honest! Now I really want to try having you learn the writing system while you’re under hypnosis, see if you’re able to just instinctually read it or not afterwards…” My mind was racing with ideas. If she can learn hiragana and katakana over the course of a single hypnosis session… what about kanji? Could she just memorize the 2,000 common kanji and their meanings in a day or two? If so, she’d literally be the fastest Japanese student on the entire planet! Or what about science, could she become a master in quantum physics over the course of an afternoon? Or maybe even-

The sound of snapping fingers pulled me out of my thoughts. “Hellooooo~? Earth to Violet, do you copy?” Julie said teasingly.

“Uhm, roger, Houston, I copy.” I said, shaking my head to help myself focus on the conversation again.

“Great! Now while I’d love to help you test how quickly I can become fluent in Japanese, we have to talk business first. And that means helping you add someone new to the gang.”

Oh, right. “Someone new? One of your colleagues, or…” She shook her head. “…Oh, you think we should go after Chase.”

“Ding ding ding! I’d give you a cookie, but we don’t have any left.” She cheered, winking and pointing finger guns at me. “Not only will she allow us to potentially test your voodoo magic in new ways, but she is also the biggest security concern at the moment. She knows Jas far better than either of us, so she is the most immediately likely to notice any sudden changes in her demeanor. In fact, I’d be willing to bet she’s already suspicious of us.”

“How come? She seemed relatively nice, and I didn’t see an ounce of skepticism from her.” I asked.

“You realize people can put on poker faces, right? Also, if she’s actually a professional MOBA gamer she’s gotta have a sharp brain sitting in that head. You don’t win games like that with physical strength or agility, it’s all about mental acuity and being able to recognize patterns. I say we strike hard and fast, don’t give her the chance to react, and come at her from an angle she won’t expect.”

“…You want Jas to hypnotize her, don’t you?”

She grinned craftily at me. “And here’s how she’ll do it…”