Zoya groaned as she checked her phone. Her date wasn't responding to any of her texts, and hadn't since she got there. She couldn't believe it. They had such good chemistry -- herself and Chrys. Only for him to go ahead and ghost her, as soon as she got to the restaurant nonetheless! She wanted to think it was all some misunderstanding. Maybe she went to the wrong place. Maybe her date's phone died. But it had been just about 30 minutes with nothing from her date. Zoya could tell even her waitress felt bad for her, her expression becoming more and more sympathetic every time she filled up Zoya's water glass.
    The door swung open, and Zoya's head whipped around to the newcomer walking towards her table. Without taking a moment to ask Zoya if this was her date, the waitress sat the new lady down, and she flashed a wide smile at the puzzled Zoya.
    "Heya, Tommy," she smiled as she got comfortable, throwing her purse behind the chair. "You're much cuter in person than over text."
    "Oh!" Zoya flushed red. "Um, thank you, but... I think you have the wrong person. See, I'm looking for a Chrys. With a Y."
    The woman raised an eyebrow. "Oh. I don't know any Chris, let alone one with that weird spelling. You haven't seen a tomboy-looking girl around here, have you?"
    Zoya shook her head, though she could easily look like a tomboy with her messy pixie cut and her leather jacket. "Sorry. Nope. Wrong person." After a moment of shared frustration and a bitter smile, Zoya added, "seems we both got ghosted by our dates."
    "Seems like it. You wanna make the best of the situation? I could always use a new friend," the woman turned her frown upside down at her idea, trying to get Zoya in the mood for some friendly socializing too.
    "Um, sure, that sounds good. I'm Zoya."
    "Rhea," the lady across from her replied. "Sorry about your date. How'd you two meet?"
    Zoya shrugged noncommitedly. "Just some niche dating app. And you?"
    "Uh, well..." Rhea looked to the side, and then sighed. "Ah, fuck it, you seem trustworthy. We met on a hypnosis kink page."
    Zoya's eyes burst open with sheer shock. "A hypnosis kink page?"
    "Yeah." Rhea raised an eyebrow defensively. "Got a problem with that? I'm open about it."
    "N-no, there's no problem! It's just..." Zoya blushed even harder. She took the moment to get a good look at Rhea. With her hair swept to one side, dyed red at the ends, and shaved on both sides with an undercut, and her jacket more pins than denim, she looked like someone who'd be involved with alternative sexuality. "I didn't know anyone else had that kink. I-I've had it my whole life."
    "Oh ho!" Rhea laughed boisterously. "So it seems we share the same kink. I know nothing else about you, but I like you already. You're cute, especially for a newbie to the scene." The awkward silence turned comfortable, both of them relaxing in their seats. "So... seems this works out well, huh?"
    Zoya giggled. "Yeah. Dom or sub?"
    "Switch."
    Zoya grinned wider. "Oh. Well, I'm a sub, so..."
    "Is that so?" Rhea leaned in. "Tell me more."
    Awkward beginning notwithstanding, Zoya found she had greater chemistry with Rhea than she did with Chrys -- and Rhea felt the same vis-a-vis her supposed date. They talked about everything, ranging from the vanilla to the downright dirty. Zoya shared her favorite piece of erotica and Rhea, shockingly, ended up being good friends with the author. Soon into the dinner, Rhea moved her chair closer to Zoya's, and started with the light gestures of dominance -- ordering for Zoya, putting her hand on her leg, pulling her waist in close. Zoya couldn't deny how hot it was, and ended up suggesting they go back to her place.
    And once they did, immediately clothes began flying off their bodies as they negotiated.
    "Have you ever been hypnotized before?" Rhea asked.
    "Never."
    "It's a bit like meditation," she explained in between rough, fiery kisses. "What would you like to do with it?"
    "Hmm..." Zoya smiled into the kiss, pulling away. "I've always enjoyed, well, bimbofication."
    "So you want me to make you dumb and giggly?" Rhea grinned, a predatory edge to the tips of her smirk. "I can do that for you. Any limits?"
    "Um. Well. No bathroom stuff, no ageplay, no sex right now, and no degradation."
    "Sounds good to me," Rhea began reaching into her bag, pulling out a metronome from it. "I can make you my cute little bimbo, and praise how stupid you are as you get dumber and dumber."
    "Oh god please."
    "Fantastic," Rhea sat down and pulled Zoya's body to kneel in front of her, in front of the pendulum. "You ready?"
    Zoya nodded harder than she ever had in her life.
    "Good. Just listen to the metronome tick, bimbo..."
    Trance came naturally to Zoya, and soon enough, she was Rhea's adorable bimbo. Rhea wasn't quite the person Zoya expected to meet -- but she really had no complaints about getting turned into a drooling, stupid ditz.