Yes.

You nod, almost childish to her warm feminineness.

"Good, sleepy nurse" you say, hesitantly.

The effect is immediate. Her eyes close and her shoulders relax. A serene smile washes over her face.

"Justine?" You ask.

"Yesss... master" she replies.

"Do you remember who you were 2 days ago?"

"Yes" she says calmly.

"Do you remember what you cared about 2 days ago?"

"Yes."

"Do you remember what you liked and didn't like 2 days ago?"

"Yes."

"I want you to deeply remember who you were 2 days ago" you say "I am going to ask a few questions to that person. I want you to answer them open and honestly as if you were that person. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand" she replies.

You begin asking some easy questions.

"What was your name?"

"Justine" she answers.

"What was your favorite color?"

"Purple" she answers.

"What was your favorite food?"

"Mac and cheese" she answers.

Ok, now time to start with more difficult questions. "Justine, what did you think about me when you first saw me?"

"I thought of you as a patient. It was my responsibility to care for you."

"Did you find me goodlooking?"

"Yes."

"Did you find me attractive?"

"No." She says. This hits you in the gut.

"Why is that?" You ask.

"I had only been in the room for 5 minutes and you were asleep the whole time. For me, attraction usually comes from getting to know someone."

That makes you feel a little better. Time to move on.

"Have you ever had sex with a patient before?" You ask.

"No."

"Are you morally opposed to having sex with a patient?" "

It depends." She says with a mild shrug.

You lift your eyebrows in surprise. "It depends on what?" You ask curiously.

"I haven't met a patient worth risking my job over, but the idea of having sex in the hospital is really hot." She blushes a little as she says this.

"Justine, do you like having sex in public places?" You ask, intrigued.

"Yes." She replies.

"Do you like the idea of getting caught?"

"Yes, but I would never want to." It is slowly donning on you that this beautiful women might be much kinkier than one might guess passing her in the street.

"Justine, had you ever been hypnotized before?"

"No." She replies.

"Would you oppose being hypnotized?"

"No." She replies.

"Would you let a stranger or a patient hypnotize you?"

"No." She says.

'I knew it." You think. You did hypnotize her without her consent. That feeling of guilt and shame washes over you again.

"Justine, I want you to remember the person who you woke up as this morning. You will remember all our time together and all the commands I have given you. You will notice the difference between who you are now and who you were two days ago. You will not feel any urge to follow my commands. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

"I want you to answer my questions openly and honestly. First question: what are the differences between this morning you and two days ago you?"

"This morning me trusts you where two days ago I didn't know you." She replies, in a matter of fact tone.

"Please keep exploring those differences." You request.

"This morning I felt an overwhelming urge to please you and obey you where two days ago I wanted to care for you as a patient. Two days ago I cared for you in a platonic and detached way, this morning I loved you."

She loved you? That makes your heart so happy, but also makes the guilt and shame so much worse. You made this woman love you.

"Two days ago, I was completely straight. This morning, I was looking at women's asses on the bus."

That statement causes your cock to stiffen a little bit. 'No' you think to yourself 'focus on the task at hand.'

"Justine, would it have bothered you two days ago if someone had changed your sexuality?"

"No." She replies easily and plainly.

"Please explain why." You request.

"I always fantasized about having a three-way with another woman. This morning I was able to fantasize about just the woman. I also would find it super hot that someone would have the ability to change me like that."

"Were you a submissive?"

"Yes."

"For how long?"

"As long as I can remember."

"Justine, you call me master. Did I tell you to do that?"

"No."

"Why did you start calling me master?"

"Because it felt right. It felt like you owned me."

"Do you like to be owned?"

"Yes." She says, and bites her lip slightly.

"Justine am I the first master you have had?"

"No."

"Were you seeing anyone when we met?"

"I had a few hookups, but nothing serious."

It was now time for the big question, the one that you needed the answer to.

"Justine, knowing who you were two days ago and who I changed you into, ignoring all the commands I have given you, would you like to be the person you were two days ago or the person you woke up as this morning?"