All You Need Is Confidence

Disclaimer: Contains fictional material intended for adult audiences.

This short story was done for a friend of mine, the wonderfully talented artist Psi. This is not the usual type of story from me, but I do hope you enjoy!

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Jennifer held her hand inches away from the dormroom door. A quick rapping against the wood was all it would take to commit to what had previously been a determined plan. Where that determination had gone, however, she could not decide. Probably lost somewhere along the hallway she was considering retreating down. No one would know she had been here. She could put it all behind her and go about her life as it always had been.

But that would only last so long. In just a few days she'd be back in this spot, for the fourth time, her distorted image mocking her as it reflected off the golden numbers fixed on the door. 729D.

She wasn't going to give up this time. Every journey started with a first step. Her body tense, she set her fist in motion and delivered three sharp knocks upon the wood.

The sound reverberated in the hallway more than Jennifer expected, almost catching her off guard. She found some relief in the noise, the finality of it. Her choice was made, there was no backing out now.

She heard movement from inside. She squared herself up to the door, puffing her chest up, her head raised, as much to not look scared to the occupant as she was trying to convince herself she wasn't.

The door opened. A woman stood before her. She appeared young, yet distinguished. Her full raven hair framed her face as it cascaded down just below her shoulders. Her deep blue eyes stared Jennifer down, powerful but not intimidating. When she spoke, her voice was low and with an airy quality. "Can I help you?"

Jennifer felt her head nod as she tried to get her practiced words out. "My name is um... Jennifer. I was told that you could... well... that you could help me, yes."

Jennifer watched as the woman gazed up and down her body. Once their eyes met again, the woman smirked as she swung the door open, inviting Jennifer inside. "Please, do come in."

Hands clasped in front of her, Jennifer squeezed past the offered opening, the woman watching her the entire time.

The room was small, but then again so were all of the rooms at LSU. Unlike most, this one was quite well kept. Everything seemed to be in its proper place, put there with purpose. Jennifer couldn't say the same about her own room.

The sound of the door slamming shut caused her to jump and emit a small squeal. The woman breezed past her and took a seat in the desk chair. "Please, sit," she said, pointing to the lower of the two beds. "And don't mind her up there. She's in her own little world." Her hand raised to gesture towards the upper mattress.

Jennifer hadn't even noticed the girl laying in the bed at first. Her body was almost fully covered by blankets. Only part of her head peaked out, much of which was then covered by the large headphones over her ears. Jennifer gave her no more thought than that as she sat on the plush mattress, sinking in more than expected.

"Now, tell me why you're here."

The request may have sounded rude coming from anyone else, but the woman said it in such a way that almost drove away Jennifer's nerves. Jennifer still bit her lip, most of her attention paid to the white patterned rug on the hardwood floor. "I um... I'm looking for some c-confidence..."

"I can see that," the woman said with a disarming laugh that caused Jennifer's cheeks to redden. "To what end, I might ask?"

As much as Jennifer was sinking into the mattress already, she wished it would swallow her up even more. "There's a... a boy..."

"Ah, a tale as old as time," the woman said. "Tell me about this boy, if you will."

Despite her situation, a gentle smile crept on Jennifer's lips as she closed her eyes. "Well, he's very caring. He volunteers on the weekends over at the animal shelter. Friendly to everyone he meets, even... even someone like me."

"But he doesn't see you the way you want him to?"

Jennifer shook her head. "He um... I'm not his type. He goes for the uh... Confident, sexy kind of..."

"And what of this boy? Is he sexy?"

Jennifer opened her mouth to respond, but couldn't bring herself to do so.

The woman laughed. "Please, dear. It's okay, I know how these things go."

Jennifer let out her own nervous chuckle.

"The question now, is... What are you looking for me to do?"

The woman must have known, but wanted Jennifer to say it. Even so, Jennifer found it tough to unveil. She didn't believe what she had been told at first. But over time, disbelief turned into curiosity, turned into desire. At best, this woman would be the key to Jennifer being with the man of her dreams.

At worst... At worst it was all a prank at her dispense. She didn't know anyone that would want to do that, but the threat was there. Still, she was willing to take that risk. "I was told that you could, um... Ch-change me... That you could make me confident and... sexy."

The word was odd, like it could never belong to her. It was only ever to be used by other people, for other people. Jennifer was the average of every group, something her ex had so cruelly pointed out to her before moving up.

"Mmm," the woman said as she placed a pillow onto her lap. She folded her fingers together over it. "And who told you this?"

"I um..." Jennifer looked the woman in the eyes for the first time since she entered. "Is that really relevant?"

"The more I know, the better I can help, dear."

"It was my roommate, Miriam. When I told her about my crush... about Kevin, she uh... Told me that you could help. She told me what you could do. I-I didn't believe it, but..."

"That's okay. I'm aware of how ridiculous it all sounds to those that first hear of me. But I assure you my results speak for themselves."

Jennifer sure hoped so. She was tired of spending her life alone, or settling for someone that thought so little of her. She was tired of pining for something she couldn't have. Sure, this could all be for nothing, and she would find herself returning home no different. But this woman seemed assured, as if she had all the confidence that Jennifer was missing. If she could only share in that, it could be worth it.

"So," the woman said with a clap of her hands. She swiveled around to open the door to the nearby mini fridge. From within, she pulled out a mason jar filled halfway with a white liquid. "Shall we begin?" She held the jar out towards Jennifer.

"Um..." Jennifer said, grabbing the jar more out of instinct than anything else. A quick study of the contents left her assuming it was nothing more than milk. Still, a raised eyebrow directed at the woman conveyed all the information that was needed.

"A bit unorthodox, I agree, but I assure you that jar is harmless. Some milk and a few herbal extracts, nothing more. You see, I use a form of hypnosis to help people improve their lives. This just helps them to relax a bit, get them into the right mindset."

A tentative sniff seemed to corroborate the woman's story. Although unable to distinguish anything specific, the liquid gave off an earthy, pleasant aroma. In most other circumstances she would have been having a taste. Coming from a stranger that was going to hypnotize her, on the other hand... But surely Miriam wouldn't have recommended Jennifer come here if there was anything unsavory at play.

"There's no obligation, of course," the woman said. "I

can

help, but only if you follow along with everything I say, including taking that drink."

Hypnosis was nothing more than a party trick as far as Jennifer was concerned. She almost felt ridiculous just for humoring the woman by this point. But... it was the 'what if' that kept her from standing up and walking out. If there was any truth to this, then maybe...

She thought of Kevin as she stared into the opaque liquid. She felt his arm wrap around her, claiming her as his own. The two of them together, just the way she wanted. With that image in her mind, she brought the jar to her lips and downed all of its contents.

The drink was cold and sweet. So many subtle flavors coated her tongue as it went down that Jennifer had trouble picking any one out. She found it to be rather pleasant, much like the smoothies her roommate had been set on making the past few days. Once this was over, she had a mind to inquire about the recipe.

That was assuming that everything went well. Jennifer had watched the woman the entire time. If this had been some sort of trick, she would have been smirking at least, if not outright cackling at her devious plot. Instead, the woman hardly reacted. Perhaps a slight change in her smile, but that could have been because Jennifer had shown some amount of trust in her.

"Very good," the woman said as she rolled herself closer, just in front of Jennifer. She grabbed the empty jar and placed it on top of the desk. "Are you ready?" She held out both hands.

Before Jennifer could bring herself to offer her own hands up, she said, "I never got your name."

The woman smiled, her eyes full of mystery. "You can call me Sadie." She grabbed Jennifer's hands from off her lap and held them just above the pillow in her lap.

Jennifer nodded her consent, the most confidence she had shown all day.

"Very good, Jennifer. Now, I want you to close your eyes. Let your whole body relax just a bit. Let the entire weight of your arms be held up only by my hands."

Jennifer let her shoulders sag as she followed the instructions. Sadie began to trace small circles on the back of her hands with her thumbs. As she did, Jennifer could feel a gentle warmth begin to spread from her stomach.

"That's it. Now, first I want you to imagine yourself as you are. Picture yourself standing somewhere you find comfortable, familiar. When that is in your mind, give my hands a squeeze."

Jennifer saw herself standing on her uncle's farm. A warm summer breeze blew through her hair, bending the soybean leaves as it went like waves on the ocean as far as she could see. Nearby, in the grassy fields beyond the fence, some cattle grazed. Her dream self wrapped her thumbs around her overalls and let her lungs fill with the fresh air.

As much as she appreciated her parents for building a better life for her in the city, she still enjoyed the tranquility of where she grew up. She squeezed, and Sadie squeezed back.

"Once you find yourself in that relaxing place, I want you to imagine someone standing right in front of you. This person is you, but rather the ideal person that you want to be. Once you have a clear image of her, give my hands a squeeze."

Like standing in front of a mirror, a spitting image of Jennifer stared back at her. This Jennifer was not dressed like someone that would visit a farm. Her clothes were designed to accentuate her body, not for utility. Her leggings wrapped everything from her waist down, highlighting her curves well. Her dark tank top showed just a bit of stomach, and even a little more of her cleavage.

The improved Jennifer stood tall, her posture alone giving her a good inch in height. While Jennifer always kept her hair up, this one let it down, her fiery locks flowing wildly about, dancing in the breeze. Her expression was soft, but playful.

Jennifer squeezed Sadie's hands, and Sadie reciprocated.

"You're doing very good, Jennifer. Now I want you to place your hands in hers, just like yours are in mine. And when that is done, I want you to begin to tell me about this person in front of you, one detail at a time. And once you focus on that detail for a time, I want you to squeeze my hands. And remember, this is the person you want to become."

Jennifer's heart began to flutter at the idea that she could be like the improved version of her. Even the way this version held herself was in shocking contrast to how Jenniver viewed her own person. "S-she's confident..." Jennifer squeezed her hands.

Sadie did not squeeze back. "And what does that mean to you, Jennifer, to be confident?"

"Well, she... She doesn't stutter when she talks. She believes in herself... And she um, she knows what she w-wants..."

"That's exactly right, Jennifer," Sadie said as she finally squeezed back. "A confident woman knows

exactly

what she wants, and will do what she needs to in order to obtain it. And now that we know that, I want you to take a deep breath. Focus on that aspect of her, and as you inhale, feel yourself absorbing that. Let that confidence fill you up."

Jennifer took a deep, slow inhale through her nose. The warm farm air filled her lungs, bringing with it the same confidence she sought. Her back straightened, her head held high both on the farm in her mind, and on the bed in front of Sadie. She felt a small rush, the world seeming to lose focus for just a moment.

"What's next?" Sadie asked.

The ideal Jennifer grinned back at her. Her eyes shone with a mysterious playfulness, accentuated by a devilish wink thrown at Jennifer. The look had Jennifer begin to sweat under the warm sun. "She's sexy. Teasing. She knows how to use her looks to her benefit." Jennifer squeezed.

Sadie squeezed back. "A good quality to drive anyone wild. Do you know what to do now?"

Another inhale, and Jennifer felt the warmth radiating downwards between her legs. Her skin tingled as her lips curled into a smile and she let out a small purr. For the first time in her life, she felt delicious.

"Anything else?" Sadie asked.

Once her mind cleared, Jennifer shook her head. This was all she came here for. She hadn't expected much, but she was now exactly the person she should have been all along. Now she was ready to make her move.

"Are you sure?" Sadie asked, her chair rolling just an inch closer. She returned to circling her thumbs over Jennifer's hands. "Confidence and seduction are all well and good, but there's something else that men like Kevin like, don't you think?"

Jennifer furrowed her brow. Was there something she was missing? She couldn't think of anything. And even if so, surely it wouldn't make much difference. She was now good enough to ask Kevin out.

"You see, more than anything what a man wants in a partner is someone that's...

submissive.

"

That may be true for some men, perhaps even Kevin, but that wasn't who Jennifer was. That wasn't who she wanted to be. "No, I don't thi-"

"It is true, though. You may not want to admit it, but deep down, you know I'm right. A real man wants a woman who will kneel before him. You can see it before you right now."

Sadie squeezed Jennifer's hands.

As if on cue, mirror Jennifer sank to her knees as the real Jennifer looked on. She looked up at Jennifer, the same passion in her eyes, as if she embraced the position she was in. It didn't matter if her clothes got dirty. It was not what Jennifer had expected, but her arousal only grew at the thought of joining her, her mind growing sluggish.

"It's okay, Jennifer. This is how you can get what you want. You are

confident

in knowing that this is who you need to be to get what you want. Submissive, obedient. Let yourself absorb this quality." Her voice was soft, seductive, and enticing.

Jennifer didn't feel quite as confident as she had before. But a part of her knew that Sadie was right. Plenty of men like submissive women. Perhaps Kevin would be no different.

Jennifer squeezed back. As she began to inhale, she lowered herself down until both Jennifers were at the same height. They both licked their lips at the same time.

"Per~fect," Sadie said. "Now, embrace the other Jennifer. Hold her tight as you become one."

Jennifer did as she was instructed. She felt their bodies as they pressed together, warmth radiating off of the doppelganger. The energy flowed into her, all these qualities that she sought becoming a permanent aspect of her character.

She squeezed Sadie's hands.

"Almost done, Jennifer. There's one more thing. I want you to picture your ideal part now. Let their image form before you, just as you had done with your ideal version of you."

The task was much easier than before. Jennifer had imagined Kevin this way through many a lonely night. The only difference was that this time he towered over her, but now Jennifer knew that this was the way it should be.

"Describe him for me, Jennifer. Tell me what you see."

"Well, he has luxurious blonde hair, a professional yet youthful style." It was probably Jennifer's favorite feature of his. The way it waved as it flowed across the top of his head from one side.

She squeezed.

"Look again, Jennifer. Your ideal person's hair is long and luxurious. Raven locks framing their face and falling just below their shoulders. Can you see it now?" Sadie squeezed.

"Um..." That wasn't true. Kevin always had short hair for as long as she had known him. And it certainly wasn't raven.

"It's okay, Jennifer. We'll get through this together, like how I helped remind you how

submissive

you are. Try to focus on your ideal person. Tell me what their real hair is like."

Sadie was right about how she had helped her. The least Jennifer could do was put some trust in that. It's what a submissive woman would do, after all. Once her head stopped spinning, she closed her dream eyes and took a breath. When she opened them, she found that the person before her had changed. Gone was the short stylized hair, replaced now by the black strands that Sadie had suggested.

And they looked wonderful.

Jennifer squeezed.

"Keep going, now."

With a nod, Jennifer said, "He has soft, compassionate, caring brown eyes." She squeezed her hands.

Sadie let out a sigh, causing Jennifer to already doubt her claim. "Jennifer," she said. Her voice was filled with disappointment, and it saddened Jennifer. "Aren't your ideal person's eyes a deep blue? Don't they feel powerful before you, demanding your attention?" Sadie squeezed.

Jennifer wanted to protest, but she stopped herself. She had been wrong about Kevin's hair. Perhaps she was wrong about his eyes as well. It was all so confusing, all the more so due to the slog her thoughts found themselves in every so often. Not wanting to look like a fool twice, she took another breath. When she focused, she realized that once again Sadie had been correct. Kevin had such captivating blue eyes. Eyes that commanded respect, but did not intimidate her.

Jennifer squeezed as she gazed up at the beautiful figure before her.

"Continue," Sadie said.

Jennifer gave her next description, and then another. Each time Sadie had to correct her with the truth. When Jennifer mentioned Kevin's chiseled jaw, Sadie reminded her that it was actually elegant. She would squeeze Jennifer's hands just after.

"Luscious lips," Sadie said with a squeeze. "Narrow waist." Squeeze. "Large, shapely breasts." Squeeze. "Wide hips." Squeeze. "Thick thighs." Squeeze. "Plump ass." Squeeze.

Each time Jennifer was sure of her answer only to get it wrong. Before long, her ideal image looked like someone entirely different.

"Mmm, sounds to me like your ideal person isn't a man at all, Jennifer." Squeeze.

"Yes, Sadie," Jennifer said with a squeeze. By now arguing was pointless. Jennifer couldn't deny it. The vision standing above her, in all her perfection, was no doubt a woman. She had never so much as humored the idea of being with a woman before, but the lust she felt while staring at this beauty told her all she needed to know.

"And what do we see between her legs, Jennifer?" Sadie asked.

Jennifer bit her lip. The woman's pussy was inches from her face. Her bush was lightly trimmed, unless Sadie was to tell her otherwise. "I see her beautiful pussy, Sadie." The scent was delicious, and sent her own cunt begging for attention. Her mind flooded with impure thoughts.