Taylor Swift

"John!" Taylor said. "You're back!"

I had been very surprised to see my old high school friend as a famous pop star, but was glad to reconnect with her after all these years.

"Hi, Taylor," I said as I set the groceries on the counter. "Is your class finished up?"

The leggy blonde nodded. "Yep. I can now officially hypnotize people!"

"I still think hypnosis is a load of crock," I said.

"I can prove it works!" Taylor huffed. She had me sit down and pulled out one of her necklaces.

"Watch the necklace carefully," she said. "Feel your body relaxing. Your eyelids getting heavy."

Her eyes began to droop slightly.

"I'm going to count back from...ten to one..." she yawned. "And when I reach one, you will fall into a deep...obedient...trance...

Ten...

Nine...

Eight...

Seven...

Six...

F-five....

Four...

Three...

Two...

One!"

As she said that word, her head came to rest on her small but pert breasts, eyes closed, chest heaving up and down with each breath.

"Tay?" I asked. "Can you hear me?"

"Yes."

I realized what had happened.

"You hypnotized yourself!" I laughed. "This is what you get for taking online classes!"

I was going to wake her up, but then realized something. I was alone in my house with a famous pop star who was now under hypnosis. I could do anything I wanted to her...