The Date: "I Thought You Were Different"

Hubert was at the door, and Monica was ready for her date, she was so excited. She swung the door open, and Hubert was stunned. Her apparel truly reflected the programming she went through earlier in the day. If he wasn't so aroused, he'd probably tell her that this wasn't really her. But, Monica did really look good in skimpy and in black.

"Wow, you look..." He paused and stared at her chest. "...really great." His eyes wandered down to her midriff and hips, admiring the curvature like a navigator.

"I know!" Monica smiled. "I picked out the skimpiest clothes I have, and this is all I could find." She laughed.

Hubert couldn't help but wonder if this was really Monica, she was so different. Was this really what he wanted? Could he truly be the kind of person to take advantage of a woman with an obviously muddled mind? The thoughts lingered for a second before Monica spoke, and broke his chain of thought.

"So where are we going on our date, handsome?" She put a hand on his chest and ran her finger along his tie, and down his stomach, teasingly.

Hubert was still a little apprehensive about taking advantage of Monica like this, but his bracelet was making him feel so confident. "Well, I was thinking the park." He paused. "...for a picnic." He smiled, and was pleased with himself, and how forward he was being.

"Oh! How romantic!" Monica swooned. "That sounds like soooo much fun!"

Hubert held out his hand, and Monica took it. They started walking towards the park and engaged in some conversation before their arrival.

"Wow, the air is sooooooo crisp and fresh." Monica took a deep breath, and exhaled, satisfied, her eyes giving away her muddled state.

"Yeah, I suppose it is." Hubert smiled. "How was your day today?" He asked.

"Well, I had a lot of stuff going on. A lot of spreadsheets, and, uh, you know, things." She was getting distracted again.

"Hmm." Hubert nodded, and was a bit concerned about how Monica was acting.

"Like, my brain was sooo busy, and I had to, like, watch a thing, and, uh, it was hard, but, you know, the spreadsheets helped, I guess." Monica rambled, and it was hard for her to form a complete sentence.

"Hmm." Hubert nodded again, but he was a bit distracted as well. Monica's ass looked fantastic. The way her butt bounced in that tiny skirt made his manhood twitch.

Monica glimpsed at Hubert's pants for a moment and giggled, her cheeks turned pink and her eyes glossed over. "And then you, um, like, talked to me. And you asked me out." Monica blushed.

Hubert didn't pay any attention. He was mesmerized by Monica's rear, and his own thoughts. The thoughts about what he could do to her. His face turned red and he began to sweat a little.

"Um, Hubert?" Monica looked at him. "You're staring at my butt." She giggled, her eyes were glassy.

Hubert snapped out of his trance and realized what he was doing. "I'm so sorry Monica. I didn't mean to."
"It's okay." Monica smiled and winked at him. "You can touch it."

"What?" Hubert was surprised.

This was a whole different Monica. She proceeded to grip his hand that she was holding and move it to her back as they walked. As his hand made contact with the top of her ass, she moved it down and onto her cheek. She gave it a little squeeze and let out a soft, pleased, "~Mmmmmm" sound.

Hubert didn't resist this time and squeezed her cheek a bit harder, tightly, his confidence high.

"Eep!" Monica gasped.

Hubert's touch sent a spark of electricity up her spine, and straight to her brain. It felt so good, and it cleared her mind for a moment. A moment long enough to realize that she was allowing her colleague, and a guy she hardly knows, feel her up on a public street. What the hell was on with her?

"Hubert, what are you doing!?" Monica broke contact, and stepped away from him, slapping his arm away. As she did, the confidence bracelet Hubert was wearing broke off as well. His stutter that it cured immediately returned.

"I-I-I'm s-sorry." Hubert was embarrassed. "I shouldn't have." He looked at the ground, looking at his chance of interacting normally with a woman crushed.

"I have no words..." Monica was at a loss. She was angry, and confused. Her head was still cloudy, but she knew enough that this wasn't right. Her attire, her attitude, but stranger was that Hubert just went along with it.

"I don't understand." She shook her head. "I thought you were different from the other guys."

"Monica, I-I'm so sorry. I don't, uh, know what's gotten into me, I-I-I-I." Hubert struggled to get his words out, he was a wreck. Monica noticed it, and then looked at the ground where she knocked off the bracelet he had. She remembered it from earlier in the day.

"That thing." She pointed. "That's why you were different."

Hubert looked down, and saw the bracelet. Broken along with any hope of talking to women. "It's a, uh, a confidence bracelet. The b-brand adjuster, um, gave it to me. T-told me to t-t-take a, uh, chance, with, um, you!" Hubert blurted out, still a stammering mess.

Monica was taken aback. This entire day was part of some game, and Hubert was a player in it. From the memo, to feeling funny and dizzy, to going on this date. It all clicked. This is what Anna warned her about. There was still this buzzing in her ears, obviously whatever was in the memo was still affecting her psyche, but her mental resilience, or stubbornness, or something, as strong enough to counter it, for now.

Monica looked up in disgust at Hubert. He was going to take advantage of her in such a state. "You're just like the rest." She was about to walk away when Hubert stopped her.

"Wait, Monica, uh, I can't, uh, lose you, and, uh, please, give me, uh, a second chance. Uh, I'll show you, that I-I-I can, be better. Please, uh, just stay, and, uh, let's go, and, uh, enjoy the, uh, evening." Hubert was shaking and nervous, and he knew if he lost her, his chances of having a normal life were over. He was so pathetic.

She shook him off of her. "Get the fuck off of me."

Hubert stumbled backward and fell, obviously hurt.

Monica looked at him, and almost felt sorry for him, but not nearly enough. "Look, just leave me alone. I don't know what kind of sick game this is, but I'm not playing anymore."

Hubert was devastated. "I-uh..." He started to say something, but didn't finish saying anything.

"Just don't." Monica cut him off. "I'm leaving."

Monica left, leaving Hubert on the ground. She was fuming, and a bit disappointed. She was so mad at him, and all men for that matter. But, as she was walking away, the buzzing was returning, and her thoughts were getting muddled again. She had to get home, and figure out a way to clear her mind, maybe she could see Anna in the morning about it?