Testing the Mind Patch (Celeb)

I was back in the living room with my phone in my right hand and the ‘Mind’ patch in my left. This was the moment of no return, and I was hesitant to give in to my temptations. I looked down at the patch to give it a final inspection. It looked so harmless, like a small purple fabric that was slightly larger than a band-aid and had a brain symbol on it in a darker shade of purple. I took one final sigh of resignation, turned on the app so I’d be ready to make a quick decision, and followed Rebecca into her bedroom. The bedroom was dark, but light shone from the bathroom, so I walked over there to join her.

Alicia Vikander was alone in the large bathroom clad only in a basic white bra and a green and white thong that vanished in between her luscious, tanned cheeks. She was standing in front of the mirror over the sink and inspecting every angle of her body with a stunned look of awe and excitement. As Rebecca saw me enter the room and freeze up in the mirror, she turned around to look at me with another woman’s face. It was equally amazing and eerie to see Alicia Vikander yet still recognize the facial nuances of Rebecca that gave away her true identity.

“I can’t believe how well this worked! I literally look just like her!” Rebecca exclaimed. I still hadn’t moved from the doorway as she walked over to me and turned her shapely rear in my direction. “I had a stupid tramp stamp above my butt and even that is missing! It really did change my body into hers completely!”

I just stood there slack jawed and probably pretty stupid looking. It’s not every day that you see one of your celebrity crushes flaunting themselves in front of you. Hell, the chances of that ever happening… probably non-existent. Rebecca laughed at my awestruck expression and did an exaggerated walk away from me back to the sink.

I finally broke from my reverie and moved quickly, stepping behind her and placing the patch on the bare middle of her tanned back. Rebecca felt me put something on her back and gasped, immediately reaching for whatever might be there but not quite being able to reach it. “What the hell did you put on my back?” She was starting to panic because she knew the answer already even if she didn’t want to believe it.

Rebecca didn’t have long to panic though. The moment I put the patch on her skin and saw it stick on, I opened the app and hit Load Profile. The screen filled with a 2D representation of her brain with a series of familiar looking menus below it. The brain was colorful with hues of red and blue and yellow spread out in a colorful and artistic mess, but the color purple seemed to be spreading from a spot in the middle that I recognized to be the amygdala. I scrolled down quickly and saw purple stood for fear and it was growing fast.

Next to the mostly purple diagram of her brain was a small button with a microphone symbol on it. Not knowing what did anything and scrambling for a quick fix, I hit the button and said “Stop!”, almost willing the fear to stop spreading. The fear spiked, entirely filling the brain with the purple of color, but Rebecca had stopped reaching for the patch on her back. She stood looking at me through the mirror with a terrified look that let me know she was fully aware what had happened.

“You didn’t…” she started with a quiet voice as her eyes filled with scared tears.

I found the microphone button once more and tapped it. “You don’t know the patch is there and you’re not afraid any longer.” Oh god, I hope this works.

Rebecca turned around to look at me, but her eyes blinked in confusion. She wiped the tears from her eyes and sniffled as she looked at the damp spots on her hands.

“Why… Why was I...” She looked incredibly shaken. I decided to test the waters.

“Are… are you okay Rebecca?”

The beautiful face of Alicia Vikander looked up to me and started to break into a grin. “You must’ve startled me! Wow, I was so afraid for some reason.” She sniffled once more and turned back around to look at her new reflection again. “Knock next time, won’t ya?”

Holy shit, it worked. She’d completely forgotten why she’d been so afraid in the first place and forgot about the patch I’d placed on her back. The purple brain on the app was starting to fade back into the colorful mismatch it had been before, further proving my theory. So, the ‘Mind’ patch did exactly what I thought it would….

I stepped out of the bathroom and back into the dark bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking over the available menus. The menus for the ‘Body’ patch were mostly self-explanatory, but the ones for the ‘Mind’ patch worked a bit differently. The Emotion menu allowed me to change individual emotions using sliders. The Personality menu had sub-menus like “Assertiveness” or “Creativity” and, most interesting to me, “Fetishes”. The Language menu gave me the power to change her native language, give her an accent, and had a whole section on animals too.

The Identity menu was the last one and was different. Rather than having a bunch of sub-menus, it had what was almost like a search bar and that was it. Well, the only way I was going to find out more about this option was to test it out, so I typed in Alicia Vikander and hit Search. A popup dialog box appeared on screen that said:

Profile not recognized. Compile identity via internet?

No Yes

That made sense, but I was surprised that the app had access to the internet. Would the search be accurate, or would it just find some random person with the same name? Only one way to find out. I hit the Yes button and the popup box went away as a loading wheel appeared below the search bar. After a minute of loading, the wheel turned to a purple checkmark, and I hit the Apply button as I held my breath.

I’m not sure what I expected, but I was surprised with how quiet it was after I applied the change. After a few minutes of silence from the bathroom, I stood up to check on Rebecca and make sure I didn’t accidentally kill her or something. As I made my way, she appeared in the bathroom’s frame with a confused expression.

“Rebecca?” I asked, stopping in my tracks.

“What? No, I’m Alicia. Although I think I… used to be Rebecca …” Her voice was different and had an obvious British inflection to it that hadn’t been there before.

“Are you... are you feeling okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Just a bit confused, I think.” Alicia walked past me and sat on the edge of her bed; a perplexed expression still spread across her face. “I know I’m Alicia and an actress, yet I also remember a whole life being… someone else.”

I wanted to understand this mental change better, so I pressed further. “So, you remember why we’re here and what we’re doing? You remember me making you look like Alicia Vikander?”

“Yes. No. How does this make sense, I’ve always been Alicia. Haven’t I?” Alicia looked over to me hoping for an answer of any kind.

I looked down at my phone and opened the menu for Personality. I quickly found the Gullibility part and slid the slider for it all the way. Hopefully this would help her to wrap her head around things.

“Don’t you remember?” I asked, looking up from the phone. “We turned you into, uh, Rebecca Grafton for a little bit to try it out. This is what you normally look like.”

Alicia thought this over and then visibly relaxed. “Oh phew, that makes more sense. Wowzer, I guess I got really into character.”

I chuckled, amazed that my ploy was actually working! “Yeah, I’d just changed you back after we watched your movie. I thought you were acting a little strangely!”

Alicia laughed and laid back against the bed, clearly happy to understand the situation again. “It’s funny, I don’t even remember acting in the movie. I guess the whole thing went by in a blur!”

I laid down next to her, testing the waters and surprised when my test wasn’t rebuffed. My dick was rock hard laying down next to the Swedish beauty, and I couldn’t believe my luck. I could say anything I wanted right now, and she’d fall for it easily. The question was….