Darrens Hypnotherapy Ch 02 Emma

Emma sat in the waiting room, becoming increasingly uncomfortable as she neared her appointment time. Perhaps it was just the peeling wallpaper, or the implacable yet distinctly unpleasant smell, but there was something else nagging at the back of her mind, something that just felt wrong. She tried to figure out what it was, but could barely hear herself think over the sound of the receptionist smacking his gum. Maybe she was worried about his clear incompetence, he seemed more interested in a spot on the wall than doing his job. As far as Emma could see he was staring at a spot of what was either mould or spilled coffee. She decided to set her uneasiness aside, Darren had recommended this place very eloquently, although right now she couldn't remember why he had needed therapy or, for that matter, why she needed it.

Before she could finish that thought the door to the doctor's office opened and a woman stepped through it, wearing a lab coat over some strangely casual clothes.

"Next patient," she said.

Emma stood up with an awkward nod and silently followed the woman into the office. Emma took a seat and the woman peered down at her from the other side of the desk. The nameplate in front of her and the diploma on the wall read "Dr. F Coles."

The woman, presumably Dr Coles, held out a plastic cup filled with water.

"Drink," she said, half-question half-command.

Emma took a polite sip.

"All of it,"

and then a few polite gulps to finish the cup.

"Excellent," Dr Coles continued, "I think you'd like to lie down on the couch now."

She was right, Emma looked at the couch in the corner of the room. It looked very comfortable and besides, that was what happened when you went to the therapist.

"So," Emma started to speak.

"Quiet, please, it's more difficult to hypnotise someone who is talking," Dr Coles cut her off and, after a brief pause, continued in a monotone.

All Emma really remembered after that was a feeling of drifting downwards, as though in a lift, 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1... it was a wonderful feeling, a happy haze in her memory that she didn't want to question.

Once she was properly under, the doctor began to make some changes.

"Alright, Emma, for this next section you will be able to respond truthfully and honestly, and you will understand that I will be similarly truthful and honest. Remember to tell the truth, and remember that everything I say is completely and utterly true. Do you understand?"

"yes..."

"Very good, Emma, remember now that we're very good friends and have known each other for years. How long have we known each other?"

"years..."

"be more specific, let's say ten years, and we're really good friends."

"ten years... really good friends..."

"Excellent, you're almost as good as Dylan, or whatever his name was."

"Darren..."

"Yes, Darren, you love him very much, don't you?"

"yess..."

"Good," the doctor paused and took something from a desk drawer.

"Do you know what this is?" she continued, showing the item to Emma.

"a fleshlight?"

"Incorrect, this is a person, just like you or me."

"No... it isn't..."

"Don't speak out of turn, and how dare you be so rude, this is a person, just like me and, just like me this is a long-time friend of yours. Just remember that now, let your mind fill with memories of good times spent together, just the three of us."

"That's... my... friend?"

"She's your friend, dear, but other than that you're right. Her and I. In fact, we're your only friends. Just feel any memories of having any other friends disappear now, replaced with your real friends, me and her."

Emma looked concerned.

"Who are your friends?"

"You... and her..."

"You're doing very well, Emma, do you have any other friends?"

Emma paused, "no," she said flatly.

"Okay Emma, if we're all such good friends, then what are our first names?"

Emma looked confused, then concerned, "I... can't remember your name, I'm so sorry... and her name is vulvex..."

Dr Coles smirked, Vulvex was the brand name printed just above the entrance, "no, dear, it isn't, you can't remember either of our names and you feel so bad about that, you can't even remember the names of your only friends, remember that. You can still remember Darren, though, your doting boyfriend."

Dr Coles took off her lab coat and picked up her handbag, placing "Vulvex" inside. She took a moment to fix her make-up and, after a pause to consider, smudged Emma's slightly.

"Alright, Emma, in a moment I will count from three down to one and by the time I reach one you will be wide awake. You will remember everything I have told you, that you only have two friends, and that you feel so bad that you can't even remember our names. Still remember to be truthful, and remember that everything I say is completely and utterly true. 3 2 1 and you're back!"

"Thanks... friend!" said Emma, getting up from the sofa, "I should be heading off now."

"Heading off?" the doctor replied, "you said you were ready for our girl's day out for lunch with your two best friends."

"Oh, of course, sorry," Emma said.

"Apology accepted, follow me to the restaurant."

Emma, feeling slightly fuzzy, followed her friends out of the office, past the 24-hour garage and to a nearby restaurant. They took a seat in a booth near the back, and before long a waiter came over to take their order.

Dr Coles ordered "the usual" for herself, and spaghetti for her two friends. After the waiter had headed off the second of those two friends got out of the handbag and took her seat on the table.

"So, how have you two been?" Emma began animatedly,

"I haven't been up to much," Said Dr Coles, "but I know that someone has been doing something very interesting. In fact, I have a video."

She took out her phone and Emma leaned in. The video lacked sound, but sound wasn't really necessary. She immediately recognised her best friend and Darren, very badly making something akin to love, Darren pumping frantically in a way that was entirely unlike him, and almost before it had started it was over.

Emma couldn't believe it, her own best friend, and her boyfriend. She never would have suspected. Sadness and disbelief quickly turned to anger, and she lunged across the table at who she still thought of as Vulvex. Grasping her tightly and shaking her, as though strangling.

"Stop," said Dr Coles, "use words instead of violence, your greatest weapon, Emma, has always been your tongue. In fact, most of the time, your arms just hang limply by your sides."

Emma paused, and after a moment, her arms dropped to her sides and her tongue lolled out. She nudged vulvex towards her side of the table with her face, and started to lick. Her tongue danced furiously over and inside her ex-best-friend, pure anger was in her eyes as she explored every nook and cranny with murderous intent, with a frantic ferocity matching Darren's earlier.

"You might taste something familiar," Dr Coles added.

Emma was so overtaken by rage that she didn't notice the waiter returning with their orders. Dr Coles mimed an apology and handed the waiter some money as he set down the meals on one edge of the table.

Eventually Dr Coles had had enough of the show.

"You should calm down, Emma, I think you're not really angry at her, you're angry at yourself. All you really feel is jealousy."

Emma looked up, a trail of spittle connecting her outstretched tongue to her best friend's entrance for a moment, then she put her tongue away and began to speak.

"I'm so so sorry, but you have to understand it's hard for me," said Emma looking earnestly at her best friend, desperately trying to make amends, "I guess I'm just not enough for Darren and I have to accept that, I can never be as good as you. You're just perfect in every way and I'm glad that you're my friend, please let it stay that way."

Dr Coles waited until she thought she saw a tear in Emma's eye.

"She forgives you," she said, "although it's clear you need to improve as a woman if you want to win Darren back. And you do want to win Darren back, it's very important to you."

Emma nodded attentively.

"Firstly, treat her," she gestured to the fleshlight, "as your role-model. Everything about her is perfect and you just want to emulate it, understood?"

Emma's eyes landed on the spit-covered object rolling slowly back and forth on the table.

"Yes," she said adoringly, taking in every detail she could.

"Secondly, it's clear that Darren enjoyed sex with her more than he did with you. You realise now that you've been doing it wrong all your life. I'm going to send you that video and you're going to watch it every night, if not more, studying it closely and finding it hotter and hotter each time. In fact, the next time we meet I expect extensive notes. Just write down how much more Darren enjoys sex with her than he ever did with you, really find the ways that you were wrong before, and how you can improve. Also, with your other hand, you will want to jill off, trying to finish as quickly as Darren does in the video; if you don't finish before the video ends, you have to stop, once you succeed you're going to pride yourself on your speed, and mention it to anyone you can, trying to get faster and faster each night."

Emma nodded, still staring longingly at her boyfriend's new lover.

"Third, you're going on a special diet. For breakfast and dinner you'll eat as normal, but for lunch you're going to go out to a nice restaurant and order the sloppiest item on the menu. Then, instead of eating it, you're going to pour it down your shirt. This will fill you up just as much as eating the meal, and you won't think anything of it. In fact, you will be proud."

Emma turned reluctantly back to her other best friend and nodded.

"For now, you're going to finish your meal in the usual way, pay for everyone's and then leave. Over the next week you're going to get a makeover to look as much as your friend here, trying to seduce Darren every night, and when you fail watching that video, making notes on how she is better than you, and trying to orgasm as fast as you can, being so proud of yourself whenever you do. In a week you'll come back to my office, with your full makeover. Oh, and since our friend isn't very hungry, she's kindly letting you eat her meal. Ta-ta!"

Dr Coles placed the fleshlight in her purse, took her own meal and strutted out.

"Thanks a lot, Vulvie!" Emma called after them.

A few minutes later the waiter found enough cash for the meal, as well as some panties and a bra covered in spaghetti (Vulvie didn't wear underwear, after all.)

Emma left a trail of spaghetti sauce all the way from the restaurant to the tattoo parlour, enjoying the feeling of her breasts swinging around in the sauce with a spring in her step. She knew the best place to start her make-over was a tattoo above her vagina, and she knew exactly what it was going to say: Vulvex.