John Finally Understands

As Alex's back became cold and wet from the snow melting against her pale white skin, I was dumbfounded at the only sensible conclusion left: Alex was hypnotized. Like, actually really hypnotized in real life. I had seen hypnotist shows before, y'know? But they had all been bullshit, of course. Hypnosis wasn't real! And yet, here was Alex, completely still: unblinking and unwavering in the face of melted snow dripping slowly down her back, soaking her shirt. Alex would never take a bit this far, especially after not seeing me for months till this point, so it had to be real. But how could it be? Further experimentation was required.

"Alex. Alex, can you hear me"?

Alex let out a soft droning "...yes...".

"Alex. Come with me out to my car".

Without saying a word, Alex got up and waited for me to start moving towards the exit. When I began to move, Alex followed close behind. Unlocking the car doors, I started the car and turned on the heat. The vehicle still had residual warmth from the drive over, but it was still an incredibly chilly day.

I needed to see if he could make Alex do something she'd never do, but also didn't want to go too fast right away, as it was possible she was taking a joke too far. If I had been fooled this whole time and I asked Alex to strip, she'd know what a perv I really have been the whole time, and it'd ruin their friendship. After thinking about the possibilities in near silence for a minute, I thought of an idea.

"Alex, I need you to call your boyfriend and tell him all about the party you went to on November 14th".

Ever been to one of those parties where things get a little out of hand? November 14th was that party for Alex. It was so out of hand, in fact, that the specific date is used to reference the events of the party, sort of like a more fun and more drunk 9/11. It was a normal college party for a while, but after a bit too much jungle juice, Alex was drunk as a sailor. When her friends weren't watching, she did cocaine in the bathroom of the party. While Alex has not had coke since then, it was still an event she wasn't proud of. Especially because after the coke, she went around the party trying to make out with and grind on strangers. Alex's boyfriend knew about how drunk she got, but had no idea about the coke or the borderline-cheating. Alex, however, did tell me the next week because they share most secrets with each other. I knew Alex's boyfriend would be devastated if he knew, and there was no way Alex wouldn't give up the bit here.

Alex picked her phone out of her clutch and scrolled through her contacts until she came upon her boyfriend. I could just hear the phone ringing, and then Alex's boyfriend through the speaker.

No. Fucking. Way.

Alex went on to tell her boyfriend everything in excruciating detail. From the drinks, to the dancing, to the coke, to exactly how it all felt. Then she rattled off how it felt to kiss every individual person: men with prickly mustache hairs on their lips, women with soft smooth skin, and the one non-binary person who stuck their tongue in Alex's mouth. Alex also went in depth with how she could feel some guys dick through his pants when she ground her petite bubble butt right into their crotch. After all of it, there was a pause, and Alex's boyfriend broke up with her right on the spot. Alex, still under hypnotic trance, didn't seem to care. Alex's now ex-boyfriend hung up the phone and the only sound left in the car was the heater blasting hot air into the cabin.

Oops.