Of course, he trusts her

Sally was pretty excited about Will's new power. More excited than he was. Hypnotism, cool. Having to turn into a woman and flash your subject, significantly less cool. Still, Sally's enthusiasm was hard to ignore. She wanted him to run a bunch of tests with his power and wrote out a bunch of things for him to try. She wanted to see what he could make her do under hypnosis and whether commands he placed in her would stick around after he snapped her out of it.

So they spent the next few hours trying everything she could think of. While his tits were out he found he could make he do almost anything. The only exception had been when he'd (at her request) ordered her to harm herself. That had instantly snapped her out of it. Beyond that they weren't able to find any limits to his power.

As far as post-hypnotic suggestions went, those seemed pretty successful too. They were able to get her to notice they were happening, but by ordering her to ignore it they could make her act without remembering too. For example he'd ordered her to pinch her nipples whenever he said the word grapefruit, but even as she was doing it she continue to rationalize why she was doing it, insisting it wasn't the hypnosis. Eventually it was getting late though and he put her back under to remove everything. Well, everything but one. She wanted to see just how long it would last so he left one sleeper command to test out in the coming weeks.

They'd spent all day together but it was getting late and they both needed a little space. Sally said goodbye and left to go back home leaving Will all alone again. He'd spent so long alone in his apartment it had become his default state of living, but it suddenly felt very lonely. He wanted something to take his mind off it and remembered it was actually his turn for a wish. He'd decided not to wish alone, but she was coming right back in the morning. He just wouldn't go out in public until she could make her next wish.

Will had an idea. They'd been successful changing paper money, but what about other objects? He went into the kitchen and opened a drawer. He pulled out a stack of lottery tickets. Yes, he knew it was a poor man's tax but he just had to buy one every week. What if he won? Well now maybe he could. He grabbed the one on top, the draw had been last night and of course he'd lost. The winning prize was still unclaimed though...maybe he could fix that?

He held the card in his hand, "I wish this was a winning lottery ticket." In a flash the numbers had changed. He pulled up the winning numbers on his phone, 15, 45, 12...and 6? He looked down at his card. "Fuck." It was a winning ticket, but it wasn't a grand prize winner. He'd snagged $100. Sure it was better than the loser he'd had before...but what a waste.

Oh well, now he knew better. Tomorrow Sally could help him try again. He spent the rest of the night just watching tv but heading off to and early sleep.