Be gentle; convince her for a ride.

"Ssh," your voice soothes as spirals flow out from the center of your eyeballs. "I just wanna talk."

You ca-- you can't do tha-- no--", she stammers, quickly forcing her eyes away, reaching for the panic button. So she does remember. But you step forward, gripping her chin and whipping her face back into yours. Her eyes twitch a little. "Please...?", she whispers, the protest trailing off as her own eyes begin to twist.

"Mmm..... no. I have questions, so... just move your hand away from the button, Nicole. Just listen to me for awhile."

Her hand goes limp, dropping from the button to her sides, and you feel the tension in her neck fall away. A dreamy smile twitches at the corner of her mouth. "Mmkay.", she mumbles.

You interrogate her, learn of the surrounding town, learn that she lives an hour's drive away. She spills out secrets to you about the hospital, about how you were found, about her memories of a few hours ago.

When she woke up from your trance, finding herself prone at your feet, the reaction was immediate shame and disgust. But she did what she could to disguise what'd happened - what if the next nurse asks questions?? She'd spent the next few hours mulling over your eyes, terrified of what you could do, worrying about the next step. But something stopped her. And that something, you reassured her, was lust for being controlled by you.

She smiled a little wider at that.

"Nicole, the spirals are going away for now. And when they do, you're going to discharge me, and then we're going to leave for your home. You won't question it. You'll treat me like an old friend, helping me get back on my feet."

After a minute of staring, you add "...And when we're alone, you'll be topless. Always."

"Toplesssssss", she repeats.

You stop the spirals, grinding them to a halt, and her own eyes untwist and return to their normal shape. "So are you ready to go?", she chirps in a happy tone, completely unaware of your influence. "Absolutely," you smile back.

Discharge takes 10 minutes, and as you step into the parking deck, she hands over her scrub blouse and bra. "We'll be home in a jiff!", she nods, tits bouncing freely to and fro.