Reworking Becca's Triggers

I waited for Becca outside the restroom, waiting for her to come out.

She walked out and smiled at me. Her face looked freshly washed.

"Hi Becca, Time for Listening, Mommy." Her smile dropped and she immediately sat down in the little chair by the old coin-op phone.

"I'm listening, Darling," she droned.

"Great," I said. I was speaking pretty fast so I could get through all this before we got back to the table. "I want you to think of the feelings, the urges, and the needs you have when you hear me say the words 'Time for Touching, Mommy'. Do that for me now."

Her breathing got heavier, and I watched her breasts rise and lower faster. Her nipples began to harden and pucker, making obvious bumps in the thin shirt.

"But that's not right, is it? Those aren't the words you remember. Help me remember the right ones. You are supposed to get those feelings when you hear me say 'Be a Good Sister, Becca'. Do you remember that now? Do you remember what you are supposed to do or feel when I say 'Be a Good Sister, Becca'?"

She nodded, her eyes closed and her breathing still heavy.

"Good. And you remember what you are supposed to do when you hear me say 'Time for Listening, Mommy'? You think you do. Those aren't the right words either, are they? Remember, Becca. Remember the right words. When you hear me say 'Its time for Becca to listen' you will find the nearest chair or bed and sit down, coming immediately back into this state, receptive, obedient, ready to help me work with you. Do you remember that now?"

"Yes. Of course," she said, quietly.

"Lastly, when you hear me say 'Time for Touching, Mommy' or 'Time to Listen, Mommy' you will have no reaction other than ignoring anything strange that you see or hear after that. You will not feel any different, nor notice anything out of the ordinary. Those words will mean that whatever is going on is not for you, not about you. Do you understand?"

"Yes...," she replied.

"Good. Thank you for helping so much. When you hear me say 'Thank you for listening', that will be your cue to return to your normal conscious state. Of course, you won't remember what we talked about, or what you helped me with." I paused. "Thanks for listening."

She blinked a few times and looked up at me, a tiny frown creasing her brow. Then we headed back to the table together.