Kendall Jenner

"Still job hunting?"

My roommate, the one and only Kendall Jenner, came in from a shopping spree.

Kendall was a lot nicer than she portrayed on TV. In fact, she was the nicest person in her family. Me and her had gotten along well in high school, and I was surprised but grateful when she reached out to me to live with her. Of course, her sisters and mom hated me living with her, but Kendall didn't seem to mind.

"Yeah," I said. "But ten years as a hypnotist doesn't scream qualified, you know?"

Kendall sat on the couch beside me. "John," she said. "I have a favor to ask."

"Sure. What?"

"Ever since you moved in, my family has been trying to tell me to kick you out," Kendall said. "But you're the only real friend I have, and certainly the only non-celebrity one. So can you hypnotize me to be more assertive and have the confidence to tell my family off in regards to you living with me?"

"I can try," I said.

I got her calm with some relaxing music, then used a scented candle to put her mind into a trance. Once the candle was lit, she would be pliable.

"Kendall," I said. "You no longer care about your family's opinions of your life choices. You're an adult, and you're allowed to do whatever you want. If your mom or sisters try to say that me living with you is a bad idea, tell them you've never been happier than when I moved in."

"Okay," Kendall said, eyes glued to the candle.

I was going to blow the candle out and wake Kendall, but seeing her in a pliable trance state was too good to pass up.