Chapter 3

The days pass in a blur of activity as you observe Isabella from a distance. The changes are subtle yet unmistakable. Where once she would have been buried in textbooks at the library, she now sits in the university quad, her posture more open, her body angled toward the passing students rather than hunched over her work.

Today, you notice she's wearing a fitted t-shirt rather than her usual baggy sweater. Nothing revealing, but it hints at the curves she previously concealed. Her brown bob is styled with more care, and there's a hint of mascara on her lashes. A textbook lies open beside her, but she hasn't turned a page in fifteen minutes, her attention instead following a group of athletic young men playing frisbee nearby.

Giorgia approaches her sister, dropping down onto the grass beside her. "Hey, brainiac," she says with affection, nudging Isabella's shoulder. "Didn't expect to find you outside on such a beautiful day. Usually, I'd have to drag you out of the physics lab."

Isabella smiles, a new confidence in her expression. "I figured I could use some vitamin D," she replies, stretching her arms above her head in a way that accentuates her breasts beneath the fitted shirt. The movement seems unconscious, yet perfectly calculated. "Besides, the view is pretty inspiring." Her eyes flick toward the frisbee players.

Giorgia follows her gaze, eyebrows rising in surprise. "Since when do you care about 'the view'?" she asks, but there's pleasure in her tone. "I mean, I'm not complaining. It's nice to see you... I don't know, living a little?"

"I've just been feeling different lately," Isabella admits, twirling a strand of hair around her finger—a distinctly un-Isabella-like gesture. "After my session with Dr. Stern, I've been sleeping better. Feeling more... present in my body, I guess."

Giorgia's expression softens. "That's great, Iz. I was worried about you, honestly. You've been so stressed about your thesis. It's good to see you relaxing." She glances at the open textbook. "Though maybe not too relaxed? Professor Harrington's quantum mechanics exam is next week, right?"

Isabella waves a dismissive hand. "I'm so far ahead in that class it's ridiculous. I could skip studying entirely and still ace it." The casual arrogance in her tone is new—a hint of Bella's influence seeping through.

You rise from your bench and casually follow as Giorgia leaves Isabella behind in the quad. She walks with athletic grace, her long black hair swaying against her back as she navigates through clusters of students. Her fitted athletic leggings and university volleyball team jacket highlight her toned physique as she moves with purpose toward the athletic complex.

Keeping a discreet distance, you observe her stopping to chat with several teammates outside the gymnasium. The conversation appears animated, with Giorgia gesturing enthusiastically, her brown eyes bright with excitement. You position yourself near a bulletin board, pretending to read announcements while eavesdropping.

"Coach is pushing us hard for regionals," Giorgia tells a tall blonde teammate. "I've got to be at my best tomorrow. That's why I was scheduled an appointment with Dr. Stern. My sister saw him earlier this week and said he really helped with her stress levels."

The blonde teammate—her jersey reads 'Martinez'—raises an eyebrow. "Isabella's actually relaxing? That's a miracle. What's his secret?"

Giorgia laughs, the sound rich and melodious. "I don't know, but whatever it is, I want some of it. She's actually sitting outside today instead of being buried in the physics lab. Even wore something other than those baggy sweaters."

"Well, if he can get Isabella to care about something besides quantum whatever, he must be good," Martinez replies. "Just don't let him relax you too much before the game on Saturday."

"As if," Giorgia scoffs, adjusting her gym bag on her shoulder. The movement accentuates the curve of her breast against her fitted team jacket. "Nothing comes between me and volleyball. Not even stress relief."

After the conversation, Giorgia enters the athletic complex. You linger long enough to see her heading toward the volleyball courts for practice. The information gathered proves valuable—she's coming to your office tomorrow specifically because of Isabella's positive change.

As you turn to leave, you notice Giorgia's class schedule partially visible in her open gym bag. Her Thursday is packed with classes and training, but she's made a specific point of clearing time for her 2:00 PM appointment with you. She's prioritizing it—a promising sign of her receptiveness to your techniques.

You return to your office, settling into your leather chair to prepare for Isabella's second session. The afternoon light filters through the venetian blinds, casting striped shadows across your desk as you review your notes on Isabella's progress.

You pull out a fresh notepad, jotting down key phrases and triggers designed to expand Isabella's sexual awareness. The goal today is to push Bella's development further, introducing concepts of sexuality that Isabella's academic mind has never explored. You sketch out a hypnotic induction that will bypass her intellectual defenses and speak directly to her subconscious desires.

Maria enters without knocking, a stack of files pressed against her ample chest. Her blouse is unbuttoned one button too many, revealing the creamy swell of her breasts and the lacy edge of her bra. "Isabella Valentini will be here in fifteen minutes," she purrs, leaning over your desk. The scent of her perfume—vanilla and musk—envelops you as she sets down the files. "I've cleared your schedule for the rest of the day, just as you asked."

"Perfect," you reply, watching as she straightens, smoothing her tight pencil skirt over her rounded hips. "Bring her directly in when she arrives."

Maria nods, her glossy lips curving into a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Of course, Dr. Stern.”

Her blue eyes hold yours, pupils dilated with desire. “Anything else you need... prepared?"

"Not at the moment," you tell her, returning to your notes. "This session requires focus."

After Maria leaves, you review your strategy once more. Isabella's intellectual nature makes her both challenging and rewarding to work with. Her mind is like a complex lock, requiring precise tumblers to open. But once unlocked, the potential for transformation is extraordinary. Today, you'll plant the seeds for Bella to become not just more confident, but sexually awakened—a stark contrast to Isabella's asexual tendencies.

You glance at the clock. Ten minutes until Isabella arrives, her mind ripe for the next stage of her journey into Bella's world.