Deep, unbreakable trance

Wendy laughed as her childhood bully Stacey was naked and in a trance by the shore.

When Wendy was dne with her beach day, she and Stacey would go back home, where Stacey would go back to being a statue at Wendy's house.

Wendy knew those hypnosis classes would pay off eventually. Stacey had been her poseable statue for three weeks now, and in that time Wendy had maxed all her credit cards and cut off all communication as **** against Stacey. All the while Stacey was in her new, permanently entranced state.

"Oh my God Stacey!"

Wendy watched as Anna and Lindsay, Stacey's friends and also among Wendy's childhood tormentors, approached Stacey. That was fine, Wendy knew Stacey's trance couldn't be broken unless Wendy wanted to.