Triggers

Emily found Isabelle, said the trigger phrase she had implanted into her mind and led her to the dressing droom where Chastity was waiting.

In the dressing room, Emily locked the door. Chastity had a large bag of bulky fetish diapers. They were not over-the-counter adult diapers one bought in a **** store, but diapers made for adults with baby fetishes. They were bulky and had little cartoon birds and animals on them.

"Isabelle," said Emily. "I have a gift for you. When I snap you out of this trance, you will see a bag with the sexiest panties you have ever seen. You can't wait to wear them. You will look so sexy in them. They fit great under tight jeans, slacks, dresses, skirts, and shorts. If anyone tells you your panties are diapers, you will become angry at them for being jealous if they are female or childish and mean if they are men. Understand?"

Isabelle nodded.

"Also, you love to answer questions in class, but every time you answer a question, you must blurt out something sexual and embarrassing about yourself that you make up. You won't know why you do it, and you'll feel humiliated. Every time you do it, you will think it will be the last time you do it, so you'll keep answering questions, but you'll keep blurting out the embarassign sexual lies about yourself. Understand?"

Emily turned to Chastity. "How's that?"

"Perfect!" said Isabelle. "Can you have her want to model her new panties on social media?"

"Sure," said Emily. "Isabelle, every time you put on a pair of one of your new panties, you will take a full-body selfie wearing just the panties and a tight tank top or t-shirt and post it on all of your social media sites. Understand?"

Isabelle nodded.

"When I snap my fingers, you will wake from this trance, but you will not be able to see or hear your former pledge Chastity. Understand?"

Isabelle nodded.

Emily snapped her fingers.