Traditional Girlfriend Jamie

"Next it's time to tailor your mind. I don't really care who you are now, since I'm just going to rewrite you to what I want, starting with your name. From now on, you're Jamie, not James. You can't even think of your old name in relation to yourself. You are completely Jamie, and you are a woman, not a man."

Jamie paled. She just had her name stripped from her. She knew it was a new name, but she didn't know what her old one even was. Well, she remembered being called the name 'James', but that didn't really make sense. That wasn't her name, couldn't have been her name. Worse, she noticed that she was thinking of herself as she. She was supposed to be a guy, but she knew deep down she wasn't. She was a woman.

Steve continued, "You are hopelessly in love with me. You feel that I'm your one true love, the kind of love that you've been dreaming of since you were a young girl, no matter what your memories might say. You feel that I'm your perfect man, incredibly sexy and masculine, your Prince Charming. You feel both the butterflies of love and the heat of arousal whenever you so much as think about me, let alone see me."

Jamie felt her mind rewritten even further. Steven was perfect. He was sexy and manly and even his smell made her weak in the knees. She had never felt this way about anyone before. She'd always dreamed of having a big, strong man come along and take care of her. None of her prior girlfriends really compared.

"You want to take care of me, trusting me to take care of you. In fact, you trust me completely, no matter how unbelievable what I say might be. After all, your true love would never lie to you. You trust me more than your own senses. You'll also do whatever it takes to make me happy. My happiness is like ambrosia to you, and my orgasms are each euphoric."

The rest of her life was now clear. She'd be Steve's girlfriend, and later his wife. She'd cook and clean and take care of him, making his life easier in every way she could. She'd also be there for all of his sexual needs, doing her wifely duties, and likely getting off herself, since her perfect man had to be good at getting her off. That was something she'd fantasized about since she first learned about orgasms as a teen...which isn't how she remembered her history, but it was how she knew it went. Still, she would be spending the rest of her life with her perfect man, just like she'd always wanted.