Trevor was just finishing tying his tie as he walked down the stairs, hurrying to get to work. His foot caught on something and he tripped. Fortunately, he was near the bottom of the stairs and was able to catch himself before he crashed into the hardwood flooring.
He looked back and saw the culprit - Kami had left her gym bag on the steps. Again. He was angry and wanted to run back upstairs and yell at his beautiful girlfriend, who was still curled up in their bed asleep. But he wasn't actually the angry or violent type and he was late for work, so he controlled his anger, grabbed his briefcase and headed out the door, careful not to slam it and wake her up.
As he took the short drive to work, Trevor thought about Kami. He loved her so much, but there were certain things she did that really bothered him. She worked at home as a graphic designer. Her skill and attention to detail were amazing. So why couldn't she bother to pick up after herself? And, yes, she was working from home, but couldn't she pick up a broom or duster now and then? The house was always a mess and he was tired of it.
Speaking of tired, even though she was young and athletic and worked out regularly, Kami was frequently "too tired" for sex. Trevor wanted sex at least once a day, preferably two or three times. Kami wanted it once or twice a week. They "compromised" and typically had sex three to four times a week.
Life would be so much easier if she wanted the same things I did, Trevor thought. If she could just clean a little and want sex as badly as he did, life would be perfect. He didn't want to berate her or change her personality, just a little behavior modification would do. "They make a damn pill for everything these days," he grumbled to himself, "can't they make a behavior modification pill? I'll call it the girlfriend trainer." He chuckled to himself.
Trevor worked in an office building where they did have chemists working on new formulas for a variety of products. Those people worked in the lab in the back and Trevor worked in the offices up front. He was a salesman, one of the youngest in his department, but also one of the most successful. He was smart, confident and being good looking didn't hurt. He was nearly six feet tall with brown hair and a solid build thanks to good genes and frequent workouts. Kami joined him in those workouts - hence her gym bag left on the steps - and likewise had a very nice body. Trevor had found her very attractive since the day they met. Of Asian descent, Kami had raven black hair that went just past her shoulders. She was height is 5'6" and had firm round breasts with pointy little eraser tip nipples. She was beautiful inside and out, but she dressed modestly and didn't embrace her sexuality the way Trevor wished she would.
As he was walking into the office building, Trevor's thoughts about Kami were interrupted when he received a meeting notification on his phone. Their product development team was going to present that morning on some new items that they would be testing soon. Trevor always liked these meetings. It was a chance to see what was in the works and gave him time to think about how to sell it and to whom.
The presentation, given by a young scientist named Josiah Hamels, was mind blowing. An animal lover, he had been researching ways to treat dogs that had been bred to fight. He wanted to find a way to modify their behavior so they didn't have to be put down. And, he believed, he had found the solution.
"The results have far exceeded expectations," he explained. "We were afraid the drug would leave them lethargic and absent of personality. I'm happy to report that so far, the results are quite the opposite. The dogs are happy, playful, full of energy. They are calm, not sedated."
Trevor didn't understand some of the scientific jargon that followed, but gleaned from it that the treatment, rather than changing their chemical balance, simply "reset" their brains to a puppy like development. The result was that they could be "retrained" by people who cared for them. Their new personality and activity was the result of learned behavior - the humans taught them what behavior was acceptable and the dogs were eager to adopt the behavior and earn their approval.
"Would that work on humans?" Trevor blurted out, instantly embarrassed as he heard chuckles from the room. Hamels, though, didn't laugh.
"Yes, theoretically it would," Hamels said. "Their personality, memory, education would remain intact. They would simply have their learned behavior erased and would be susceptible to re-training through a similar method one would use with a pet or child - teach the expectations, reward compliance, set boundaries, punish disobedience with love and tenderness.
"Eventually, we see this as being an option to help violent offenders be reprogrammed to adopt better behaviors. We're years and years of testing away, of course, but theoretically it could reduce or even eliminate the need for prisons."
Trevor was stunned and his mind whirled. It was as if the answer to all his questions about Kami was right there in front of him. It was risky, but he found Hamels later that day and told him that he would like to test the drug on a human.
"Is it safe?" Trevor asked.
"Extremely," Hamels said. "I would give it to my own mother. There are no documented side effects so far. But we have to demonstrate success on animals before we can ever begin to think about human testing."
"What if they didn't know about it?" Trevor said. "I could conduct an experiment. No one would have to know. Think about the data you would have."
After much back and forth regarding ethics and liability, Trevor finally convinced Hamels to give him a dose suitable for a 5'6", 125 pound woman. Hamels explained that it only took one dose. Within 8 hours of the dose, the subject would become highly open to suggestion and would be eager to please. They would be seeking approval and anxious to make their owner or master happy. Akin to hypnosis, any directive or command would be followed, but unlike hypnosis, the subject would be aware of what they were doing and would be mentally tracking the results, thinking through exactly what was and was not "good" behavior.
"We begin to see results instantly," Hamels said. "And complete reprogramming happens extremely quickly - typically 5 to 7 days."
Trevor couldn't believe it. What if this worked? He didn't want to hurt Kami. He cared about her deeply. He just wanted to make her... perfect. Was that so wrong? He promised Hamels he would document the results and provide a full report. He could barely wait for this glorious Friday to end. He had a plan, and he knew it could work.
He was happy to see that Kami was in a good mood when he got home. He had stopped for a couple of bottles of wine, her favorite takeout and some flowers. She loved it. How romantic! Dinner, flowers and wine. And it was a romantic dinner. They chatted, laughed and had a great time. Trevor almost forgot his plan. But Kami, who loved wine, drank freely and soon was beginning to show the effects. Trevor smiled to himself. She would pass out soon. She'd never notice the needle injecting the magical potion into her. She'd sleep for hours. When she awoke, she should be ready to be reprogrammed. And what a fun Saturday that would be!
All went according to plan. Kami slept through him putting her to bed - naked - and injecting her. He slept in fits, barely able to contain his excitement. He woke up early, like a kid on Christmas morning. He knew she had a few more hours to sleep, so he snuck out quietly and went to the 24 adult store. There, he bought an outfit he'd always wanted to see her in. If the drug really worked, she would wear it not only willingly, but happily, for him.
He got home and crawled back into bed next to her, dozing off for a few minutes before she finally awoke. It was time to play!
He had thought about the way to direct Kami. He couldn't talk to her like the dogs in Hamels' tests. He decided to be subtle and take it slow. Start small, go big later.
"You remember those omelets you used to make me?" he asked as they cuddled in bed. "It would be nice if you made them today."
"Yes, that would be nice," Kami said. "You got it, babe."
"Thanks, Kamille," he said. This was the first real test. She hated to be called Kamille. She found it too formal. Trevor thought Kamille sounded sexier and he wanted her to go by that name. She had always refused before.
"Kamille?" she said, "That's a bit formal, isn't it?
