Betty Payton Arrives

Robin was scrubbing in the shower, trying desperately not to think about his budding breasts, hairless body, the kiss or all that came with it. This was hard because he was lathering those same breasts, making his nipples stand out.

Meanwhile, unknown to him, Betty Payton arrived at the house and began asking John about his problems.

"I just don't know what's eating Robin." He admitted. "She ignores me all the time, she seems to wear the least feminine clothing possible, and any time we get in the mood she gets really into it, and then pushes me away. I- I'm sorry to unload all this on you, I'm just at my wit's end."

Betty only nodded, thinking how her hypnotic arts could help John's grandson. Still, it would be unethical to just brainwash a woman into giving up her most prized intimacy, even if she was confident the young man before her was one of the good ones. So she made small talk a little as John found the teabags they'd both shoved into the back of a cabinet ages ago and forgot all about and started brewing some.

When Robin emerged, he was so happy to see the hypnotist he practically ran over, hair still damp, and only a towel covering his budding breasts.

Betty was a bi shocked at the indecency, but reminded herself young people will be like that. She asked the excitable girl what her problems were in much the same tone as she'd used before. Robin was all to eager to share.

"Ever since we went to that hypnosis show with Bloodstone, he thinks I'm a girl! He's always hovering about, being helpful and everything I say or do just makes it worse!"

Betty nodded, now fully understanding the problem, if only in her mind. She called back John and pulled out a pocket-watch, swinging it about with the same disarming manner she'd already used to lightly entrance both subjects. In moments they were both deep in trance.

"Now John, listen carefully and internalize everything I say. Robin is not a little girl, she is a woman. A fully grown, incredibly sexy woman. She is entitled to make her own decisions and to have some privacy now and then. When you wake, you will treat her like the queen she is."

Then she turned to the young woman in the towel. "Now, Robin, listen carefully and internalize everything I say-"