Chapter 17

Across campus, Gia stumbles out of the fraternity bathroom, giggling as she tugs at the oversized shirt barely covering her nakedness. "Like, I totally need to get back to my apartment," she slurs to you, her olive skin marked with love bites. "Gotta change before little miss perfect sister freaks out, y'know?"

She leans against you, her body radiating heat and the musky scent of sex. "You're, like, the best guidance counsellor ever," she purrs, her once-intelligent eyes now vacant and glassy. "Helping me find my true self and stuff."

You pull out your phone and dial Maria's number, keeping one eye on Gia as she struggles to make herself presentable in the fraternity bathroom. The phone rings three times before Maria answers.

"Hello, Dr. Stern," Maria's voice comes through, her tone oddly stilted compared to her usual breathy lilt. There's a slight tremor in her words that you immediately detect. "I've taken care of Isabella as instructed."

"What's her status?" you ask, listening carefully for any signs of deception.

"She's... sedated," Maria replies after a brief pause. "I gave her some tea with the usual sedative. She was quite hysterical, making all sorts of wild accusations." Maria makes a laugh that sounds hollow and practiced. "Poor thing is having some kind of breakdown. I've got her resting comfortably in her apartment."

You notice the subtle changes in Maria's speech patterns — too rigid, too forced, lacking that needy sensuality that you have instilled in her. Something isn't right.

"I'm still at the frat house with Gia," you say, testing her reaction. "Keep her there until I arrive."

"Oh, that won't be necessary," Maria responds too quickly. "I've got everything under control. You should focus on Gia. Isabella won't be causing any trouble."

As you end the call, you hear what sounds like Maria's hand covering the phone, but not before you catch the beginning of a whispered conversation.

In the apartment across campus, Maria lowers the phone, her hands trembling as she turns to Isabella. The young woman sits rigidly on the edge of the couch, her intelligent eyes wide with fear and determination.

"He suspects something," Maria whispers, her professional demeanor reasserting itself through the layers of conditioning. "We don't have much time. Your sister is at the Theta Chi fraternity house, and she's... she's not herself right now."

Isabella rises, her slender frame taut with purpose. "I need to get to her."

"You can't just confront him," Maria warns, absently touching her platinum blonde hair—a constant reminder of what he did to her. "He's too skilled, too dangerous. He can turn us back with a word. We need evidence."

Back at the fraternity house, Gia stumbles out of the bathroom, giggling as she nearly trips over her bare feet. The oversized shirt barely covers her thighs, revealing glimpses of the love bites and finger-shaped bruises marking her olive skin. Her once-intelligent eyes are vacant, focused only on immediate pleasures.

"Dr. S," she slurs, leaning against the wall for support. "Got any more of those pills from earlier? They made me feel sooooo good."

You guide Gia across campus, supporting her swaying form as she giggles and stumbles in her barely-dressed state.

"Like, where are we going?" Gia slurs, her olive skin glistening with sweat in the moonlight. "I should totally get back to my apartment and change before my stuck-up sister freaks." Her fingers absently play with the hem of the oversized shirt, occasionally revealing glimpses of her naked thighs marked with fresh bruises from her fraternity adventures.

"We need to have a quick session first, Gia," you explain, ushering her into the Psychology building and toward your office. "Something important has come up."

Once inside your office, you lock the door and draw the blinds. Gia collapses into your leather chair, her long black hair a tangled mess around her flushed face. Her eyes are unfocused, pupils still dilated from whatever substances she consumed at the party.

"Focus on my voice, Gia," you begin, your tone dropping into that hypnotic cadence that has served you so well. "You're feeling very relaxed now, very open to my suggestions."

Gia's eyelids flutter, then grow heavy as she slips easily into trance. "Mmm, yes Doctor," she murmurs, her body going limp in the chair.

"Your name is Gia," you intone, reinforcing the foundation of her new identity. "Giorgia is just a mask you wear sometimes, but Gia is who you really are. Whenever anyone mentions Giorgia, you will feel uncomfortable, like wearing clothes that don't fit. But when someone calls you Gia, you feel pleasure, excitement, freedom."

Meanwhile, across campus, Isabella and Maria arrive at the Theta Chi fraternity house, determination etched on both their faces. Isabella's slender frame vibrates with nervous energy as they enter the building, searching desperately for any sign of Giorgia.

"She was here," Jackson confirms when Isabella asks, his bloodshot eyes raking over her body appreciatively. "Left with that guidance counselor dude about half an hour ago."

Isabella's breath catches as she spots a familiar item on the floor near the staircase—Giorgia's volleyball team jacket, discarded and trampled. Beside it lies some torn panties that Isabella recognizes from their shared laundry.

"What happened here?" Isabella demands, her voice cracking as she holds up the jacket.

Jackson exchanges glances with several other fraternity brothers lounging nearby. "Your sister was the life of the party, sweetheart," he drawls with a smirk. "Never seen a girl so... enthusiastic. Must've fucked half the team before she left."

Isabella's face drains of color as Maria places a steadying hand on her shoulder. "Where did Dr. Stern take her?" Maria asks, her professional demeanor fully restored.

"Dunno," Jackson shrugs. "His office maybe? She was pretty wasted."

Isabella clutches Giorgia's jacket to her chest, tears welling in her eyes. "We have to find her before it's too late."

Meanwhile, in your office, you deepen Gia's trance state, your voice dropping to that hypnotic cadence that bypasses conscious resistance. Her body slumps further into the leather chair, head lolling slightly as her glazed eyes remain fixed on yours.

"Gia, you are becoming stronger every moment," you murmur, circling her chair like a predator. "Giorgia is fading away completely. When anyone tries to reach Giorgia, you will feel threatened and angry. You will become more Gia than ever before - more sexual, more impulsive, more focused on pleasure."

Gia's lips part slightly, her breath quickening as your words sink deeper into her subconscious. The oversized shirt has ridden up, exposing the curve of her hip and the edge of a dark bruise from her fraternity adventures.

"If anyone tries to reverse your transformation, you will instead feel an overwhelming surge of arousal and desire." You place your hand on her shoulder, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin fabric. "Your sister Isabella may try to confuse you. If she shows you photos or talks about volleyball or academics, you'll feel bored and disgusted. Those things belong to Giorgia, and Giorgia is gone."

Gia moans softly, her olive skin flushing deeper as your conditioning takes hold. Her long black hair spills over the chair's arm, tangled and wild like her new personality.

"When I snap my fingers, you'll awaken feeling stronger, sexier, and more confident than ever. Giorgia's doubts and inhibitions will be completely gone. You are Gia - permanently and completely."

Across campus, Isabella clutches Giorgia's volleyball jacket to her chest as she and Maria hurry toward the administration building. The early morning sun begins to cast shadows across the quad as they approach the imposing structure.

"The dean has to listen to us," Isabella insists, her intelligent eyes burning with determination. "We have evidence now."

Maria's professional demeanor has fully reasserted itself, though her platinum blonde hair and surgically enhanced figure remain jarring contradictions. "Don't get your hopes up," she warns. "Dr. Stern has been controlling parts of the administration for years. They see him as a valued colleague, not a predator."

When they reach Dean Harrington's office, his secretary gives them a skeptical once-over. "The dean is in meetings all morning," she says dismissively, her eyes lingering on Maria's attire. "Perhaps you should make an appointment for next week?"

"This is an emergency," Isabella pleads, her slender frame vibrating with urgency. "My sister is in danger. Dr. Stern is using hypnosis to—"

"Hypnosis?" The secretary's eyebrows rise as she exchanges a knowing glance with another staff member. "I see. Well, campus security can handle any... mental health crises."

The campus security officer who responds to their call is equally dismissive. Officer Jenkins, a stocky man with a receding hairline, listens to their frantic explanation with thinly veiled amusement.

"Let me get this straight," he says, leaning back in his chair. "You think the respected Dr. Stern is using mind control to turn students into... what did you call it? Bimbos?" He chuckles, shaking his head. "Miss Valentini, college is a time of experimentation. If your sister is acting out, that's hardly a security matter."

Isabella's face crumples in frustration as Maria places a steadying hand on her shoulder. "We need another approach," Maria whispers. "They're not going to help us."