Taking selfies

Shailene was in her dressing room, taking selfies.

"Shailene," I called.

She looked to the door and rolled her eyes. "Who the fuck are you? Why do we bother having security if randos can get in..."

I quickly entranced her with the device.

"Shailene, listen to me and listen well. When I shut the door to your dressing room, you will awaken from your trance and forget you ever saw me. I want you to go up to the director or producer and tell him that you quit the project. Afterwards, go to a fetish store and buy the following: a dog ear headband and dog tail butt plug that matches your hair color, mittens that look like dog paws, and a dog snout. Then go to a pet store and buy a collar, leash, bowls, and various treats and chew toys. When all that is finished, go to Kate Beckinsale's address. Be there by 8 pm. When you arrive there, change into your dog gear and knock on the door. When the door opens, you will suppress your memories of being Shailene Woodley. From that point on, Shailene Woodley will no longer exist. Just Shailene the happy, horny puppy. Got it?"

She nodded.

I left her, slamming the door behind me, knowing it would wake her up. Now I had to wait, but I thought it would be worth it.

I decided to pay a visit to another one of the actresses on set.