Trevor
Trevor was a man that loved women but women didn’t like him.
One day, he met a beautiful enchantress that got inside his head with relative ease.
Lulled by her honeyed suggestions, Trevor’s resistance waned until he shed his old skin under her watchful gaze.
Trevor is a woman now. Women still don’t like her.
The idea for this one came to me during my lunch break. There I was, sitting at a garden a few blocks away from my workplace, black pen in one hand, little notebook in the other and the opening line kind of appeared out of thin air. However, when I looked at it, I had no idea what to do with it.
I wrote about half a dozen variations of who Trevor was and what he did, each one more bizarre than the rest. The notes for those are saved because I may revisit the concepts in the future. Of all ideas, this was the one I liked the most although I feel a bit sorry for the guy as he (I’m sorry, she) doesn’t catch a break at all, right?
I hope you had fun. If you wish for a similar fate, you can find the enchantress at…
Before the Fight
Andrew was shocked.
“Dude! Why did you dump so many points into Suggestibility? The Lady Hypnotika fight is next!”
“I know,” Jacob hummed.
“With that setup, she’ll obliterate your free will in two moves.”
“Yep,” his erection raged. “That’s why I’ve already replayed this scenario two hundred times!”
Three hundred before the weekend was over.
When I was younger, I played a lot of RPGs. Don’t ask me what was the first (I honestly don’t remember!) but pretty much all of them had one thing in common – flashy stats screens where after leveling up, you were forced to make choices that could benefit or hamper your character down the road in a permanent way.
I was a relatively safe player so I usually went for HP or whatever stood for Vitality in order to be able to endure the grueling challenges ahead. In many cases, I overleveled and ended up steamrolling the final boss with relative ease. I regret nothing.
RPGs are fun but they would be even better if they actively enslaved you. Imagine a game where one of your stats is Suggestibility. The higher it gets, the easier you become to control. Now imagine that such a game is riddled with Witches, Fairies, Succubi and other deadly Femme Fatales, each one more dangerous than the rest. That’s the kind of game Andrew and Jacob are playing, a game I would purchase right now if it were real.
What about you? Do you want to play such a game too?
Irrelevant
“Honey,” Dean began. “Why did you list all my fantasies as irrelevant?”
“Because they are,” Allison replied. “The moment you begged for a full hypnotic FLR, you said so yourself. My wishes, my desires, my rules. You serve.”
“I didn’t beg for that.”
“Try saying that again ten minutes from now,” she waved her pendant.
Random impromptu about “forced” submission because that’s hot. Do I really need to write anything else?
I didn’t think so.
Mural
“James, we need to talk,” Don said.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’ve been listening to far too many Hypnodomme recordings.”
“Huh?”
“Have you noticed what you’re doing?”
“I’m just painting the house!”
“Look again.”
He did and finally noticed the mural of obsessive devotion and the neighbors and passersby taking pictures.
James shrugged and kept on painting.
As some of you may know already, I had to work for fourteen and a half days straight without a break. The reason for that was simple: my boss went to holiday and someone had to make sure things were up and running and I was the one to do it. It was quite rough and I’m still recovering from it all. Thankfully, I’m off now and will only be going back to work next Thursday.
I’m no longer used to having off-days on regular week days. Today, I spent most of the time laying in bed, simply relaxing, or catching up on long needed sleep. Already feeling better at least.
Anyhow, after waking up in the middle of the afternoon, I went for a stroll with my dogs and when I got back I took a good look at my house and noticed how the paint is starting to flake off. I may have to address that at some point but not now because I hardly have time for anything unless a group of brainwashed minions wants to do that for me. (just kidding!). Shortly after musing about this, I wrote this piece.