Kim, looking fairly normal and happy

You looked back and forth as you entered the apartment, and you quickly spotted Kim over in the kitchen, stirring something aromatic on the stove. She turned to you, and smiled. That's not happened in a while. "Oh, hey Lolo. I didn't think you'd be home so soon, otherwise I'd have made more of this."

You glanced around cautiously, stepping further into the apartment, not yet registering that Kim was behaving friendlier toward you than she had in quite a while. "Are you okay? Where's Dr. Walker?"

"Oh, right. She was really nice," Kim said, continuing to stir, leaning down to smell her cooking. "She left a little while ago, I think. If you wanted to see her too, maybe next time you should schedule a session where we're together, or is it supposed to be one-on-one stuff first? I don't really know how relationship counseling is supposed to go."

You were hesitant, feeling like Chloe might burst out at any moment from behind a corner, or maybe up through the drain in the sink, like in a horror movie. Having only recently learned her secret meant you didn't really know her capabilities. "What exactly happened while she was here?"

"Oh, not much." Kim dips a spoon into her cooking, taking a quick little taste, before reaching for the salt. "She asked me some questions, gave me some advice about making sure I realize that your feelings were also important to address, we did a little hypnotherapy, and then she was out of here."

"Wait, hypnotherapy?" Of all the things Chloe was, hypnotherapist definitely did not exist on her resume.

Kim nodded. "Yeah, it was really pleasant." She began to pour her meal into a bowl, it looked like some sort of risotto from your angle. "She did the whole countdown thing, I relaxed, she told me that I'd feel myself fill up with love and admiration for you and a desire to commit myself to this relationship... and I really felt it! It was sort of like I slurped it right up, even, before I guess I fell into a deep sleep for a bit. When I woke up, she was gone."

All of this sounded strange to you. That story was especially suspicious, but you didn't make heads or tails of it until Kim put the bowl on the counter. "You know, I think maybe the counseling is a great idea, I think we should do it together next time for sure." Kim smiled softly, as she began to unbutton her blouse. Her hands moved quickly, and soon she was tugging her shirt away from her body, leaving her in just a bra above her skirt.

You did a double-take at Kim. "W-what are you doing?"

Kim's hands began to run along her breasts, as her hips began to swirl back and forth. She kept smiling, but she tilted her head. "What do you mean, what am I doing? I'm making lunch."

"But, your shirt..."

"Oh." She looked down at her body, clearly seeing the sexy movements she was making, but then she looks back up at you. "Did I get some sauce on it? I don't see anything wrong with it."

Kim's hands reached over to a notepad that hung on the refrigerator door, writing a note on it before turning back, facing her food bowl but her hands again became too preoccupied to eat it.

You leaned in to read the note.

I control her perception of her surroundings and actions.

"Kim, do you know what you just wrote?" You asked, as suddenly the pieces began to fall into place.

"Of course," Kim replied. "We need more rice, I made a note."

You were certain of it. Chloe was in Kim's body, and was somehow overriding her senses and behaviors.