Prove It

I look at Rachel in her underwear. She was such a cock-tease. She loved parading around in her underwear or skimpy bikinis around me, knowing she'd rather fuck a porcupine than me, and she had made that perfectly clear: we were never going to have any sort of romantic or sexual relationship.

I decided to teach her a lesson. I took one of her eyeliner pencils, drew a handlebar mustache on her face, gave her a goatee and a unibrow, then wrote. _I [heart] John's cock! _across her chest using a red lipstick for the heart.

"Rachel, when I snap you out of this trance, you'll be convinced my hypnosis did not work. You'll also believe your are fully dressed and there is nothing written or drawn on your face or body. You are craving a smoothie and will go to that smoothie truck that's always parked across from the park and buy a smoothie. You won't realize you are only in your underwear or there is anything drawn on your face or body until you get home and look in the mirror. If anyone says you're in your underwear or there's something on your face or chest, you'll simply say 'I'm Rachel Zegler, and I don't care.' Understand?"

"Yes."

"Good, any time I say 'restful Rachel,' you'll fall right back into this trance."

I woke her.

"See, it's all a fraud," she said. "I'm going to get a smoothie. I expect you to be online looking for a job when I get back."

Without getting dressed, she left.