Embrace Change

"Robin, you've been a very bad girl." Betty Payton said firmly. Robin's brow furrowed in the beginnings of a frown as he tried to assimilate this. He'd been a bad girl, but wasn't that a good thing? He wasn't a girl, right? Before he could resolve that train of thought, her voice carried on to the next point. "You need to do better. You have been ungrateful to John, and not appreciated all he does for you, but now you will. You will thank him when he does nice things for you, smile when he holds the door. You will not ignore him, but feel good being around him."

That alone would have changed things considerably but the elderly hypnotist forged on, eager to help her star pupil's grandchild.

"Now we must address your insecurities. John says you haven't been dressing femininely, that will change now. It's not appropriate for you to be wearing boys clothes, skirts are better. Showing off your feminine style is one way to thank John for all he does for you. You won't feel right with hairy legs or pits, it will feel wrong to leave the house without makeup on." Betty was willing to let young people find their own way to an extent, but there had to be some standards.

Which reminded her, something nice for young John. But she wouldn't **** anyone into anything sexual. Well, she remembered from her distant youth, there were degrees.

"You have been shying away from sex acts. It is well and good to protect your own sex, but if you don't feel up to doing anything, you should really use your mouth or hands."

Yes, she nodded to herself. No forcing a woman to give up her virginity or become some depraved thrall, but a warming to John's advances. She picked up her purse and broadly made ready to leave, before casting a last, disdainful look about the living room.

"Also, you will clean this place regularly for as long as you stay here. It will feel good to have a clean house, and wrong for it to get filthy and cluttered."

With that she snapped her fingers, waking both subjects. They still seemed dazed, but that was hardly unusual, so she left in confidence that her suggestions would take root, especially once they'd had a chance to sleep on them.

John and Robin were if anything even more awkward around each other once their guest left, each feeling they'd somehow done something wrong. At least John wasn't fawning over Robin at the moment. They picked at dinner before heading to their own rooms to sleep. But sleep wouldn't come easily for Robin as he tossed and turned, tormented by thing he couldn't quite remember and finally sinking into a deep sleep.