Shailene Woodley

Dr. Doe watched his security camera. The actress Shailene Woodley was outside talking to her agent who was dropping her off. She was in a good mood and showing off her new hairstyle with bangs hanging almost to her eyes.

'Good for keeping the cum out of your eyes," Dr. Doe said to himself with a michevious grin.

He watched Shailene come into his lobby and fill out the standard forms. Doe's receptionist showed her in.

"So Miss Woodley..."

"Call me Shailene," said the young actress as she shook Doe's hand.

"Certainly, so Shailene, how can I help you?"

"I'm researching hypnosis and psychology for a project I'm interested in, and I heard you can help."

"Oh, I can do that. It's a fascinating and misunderstood field. A lot of people think hypnotists are mind controllers. That's not true. Have a seat and we'll chat."

Shailene took a seat. Soft music was playing in the background. She accepted an offer of herbal tea, and Dr. Doe went on to tell her that hypnotists could not make people do things like **** the president or rob banks and such, though he knew that with his new technique, he could. He brought out his pocket watch.

His receptionist brought in the tea and winked at Doe from behind Shailene.

After she took a few sips, Doe brought out his pocket watch. "Here's the stereotypical way to put someone in a trance. Relax and watch and let's see if you can be put under."

Shailene agreed, and soon, she was in a deep trance.

"Shailene, can you hear me?"

The young actress nodded.

"Good, now you trust me completely. You know I would never steer you wrong, take advantage of you, or give you bad advice. You never question anything I say and agree with me completely. Understand?"

Shailene nodded.

Dr. Doe smiled.