A Brand New Paris

Both women fell into trance pretty fast.

"Isabel, you feel bad for having friend zoned me, so when I wake you up, you'll want to set me up with one of your hot celebrity friends. Additionally, you'll believe Paris has gone on a silent retreat with no phones, and so will not try to call her."

I then turned to Paris. "Paris, you are no longer Paris Berelc, but a mannequin designed to look like her. You exist only to be posed around. Strip naked now."

As Paris disrobed, I turned back to Isabel.

"Isabel, this Paris is a mannequin, and you view her as such, and love posing her in sexy or funny poses. Also, you will let me move into your new place with you, free of charge, and keep paying for utilities. If I say 'my May May', you will fall back into this trance."

I woke Isabel up.

"So never mind what I said," said Isabel. "You can move in with me to my new place."

She turned to the naked Paris and posed her to be cupping both her tits. Paris ha no reaction, like the good mannequin she now was.

"I'll even set you up with one of my celebrity friends," Isabel continued. "And I have the perfect one."