Rayne sat on her bed reading the notebook from her psychology class. It had been a week since she found the notes from her first day and still she couldn't believe what she was reading. "Open yourself up", the notes started, "experience hypnosis", "make a decision to be hypnotized now", "Let your hand raise", "let it feel lighter and lighter", "able to float up into the air." No matter how many times she read the notes it still didn't make sense to her. But still she continued reading on... "OMG! I can't put my arm down! What the heck is going on? How is this possible?" "Hypnotized? But hypnosis isn't real! It's all fake how can she be...", "I'm going to be hypnotized? I'm going to be hypnotized! Am I already hypnotized?! OMG! I'm being hypnotized! I'm being hypno..." The last part always gave her a shiver.
She had finally come to terms with the fact that the notes were hers. She had written them, there was no question about that. But still, she had no memory of being hypnotized. Just thinking about it, the idea that she was hypnotized somewhere, she assumed in class, by someone made her skin flush with embarrassment and excitement.
Unfortunately for Rayne a brief encounter with the person who had run the hypnotic demonstration, a grad student by the name of Trisha, resulted in her memory being hypnotically erased. As well as Trisha's due to poor wording. It happens. But it left Rayne with a bit of a mystery. A mystery that would be interrupted as her roommate Klaire barged into the room and immediately came to a stop as she looked over at Rayne.
"What are...you...still doing here?" Klaire asked in a disgusted tone.
Rayne gave a soft sigh. She was trying her best to make some kind of connection with Klaire, but it never seemed to materialize no matter what she did. Nevertheless she decided to give it another shot and sat up with a smile, ready to give a polite reply.
Only to have Klaire raise her hand with a single finger in the air and cut her off. "Wait! I just remembered...I don't care!"
With that, Klaire marched over to her chair and sat down, putting on a pair of headphones and picking up a book, going completely dead to the world.
Rayne sat back with a disgusted look on her face and gave Klaire an evil glance before taking a deep breath and relaxing. "How can one girl have so much attitude!" she thought to herself before glancing back over at Klaire. She was wearing a sundress that had a deep, plunging neckline which showed off her rather ample chest. "And why do I find her so attractive?! I'm not attracted to bitches!" she thought. Then she came to a stop mentally "wait a minute... I'm not attracted to girls! Am I?" Her thought was derailed by Klaire pulling her legs up to fold them under herself as she read, giving Rayne an ever so brief glimpse up her skirt. "Ok, maybe I'm just attracted to her!" She thought.
She moved back to her notes, not really thinking about them but instead pondering how exactly to make things with Klaire work. She was pretty sure that despite Klaire's best efforts, her attempt to get Rayne reassigned to another room was going to end in frustration, if it hadn't already ended that way. "There has to be a way to get her to like me?" Rayne thought, just as her eyes drifted over her notes where a specific passage stood out to her... 'I'm being hypnotized! I'm being hypno...' Rayne glanced at the passage, then over at Klaire, then back to the passage.
"Would that even work?" she thought to herself. "I mean hypnosis isn't real... right?" And then her eyes drifted a bit higher in the notes to the line 'Hypnotized? But hypnosis isn't real!' "Apparently I asked this question once before" she thought as she looked back to the final line of her notes where the word 'hypno' ended in a squiggly line as her hand slid off the page. "Ok, well, if I was able to be hypnotized... then she can be, too!" Rayne thought as she got up and headed out of the dorm room with a mission.
Klaire just rolled her eyes and took off her headphones "Finally!" she gasped in exasperation.
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Rayne figured the best place to go to do research would be the New Chicago University library. You know those big buildings full of books? Where you can do research? The old fashioned way? No? Really? They have public internet, just keeping reading you'll figure it out.
Anyway, she was in the library searching through the psychology section, trying to find any helpful information on hypnosis. It was then that she turned the corner, book in hand, and looked up to see two girls that were both familiar to her, and also strangers. Sitting in front of her, between the shelves of books, at one of the computer stations was Trisha and Laura. She didn't remember their names, or having ever seen them before, but something about both girls was strangely familiar. Especially Trisha. There was just something about her smile, the energy in her face as she talked, and the eager look in her eyes that just was unmistakable yet completely unplaceable. It also didn't hurt that she was wearing skin tight jeans and leaning over Laura's shoulder, making the jeans look even tighter then they were.
It took Rayne a minute or two of staring before she snapped herself out of her own trance-like, peeping tom state. She couldn't figure out why she kept finding herself checking out girls, but something about Trisha just seemed so...familiar...and exciting. Instead of deciding to approach the girls to talk, she snuck around the other side of the bookshelf closest to the computer station. She knelt down behind the bookshelf, peering through the spaces in the books but still only a few feet away, close enough to hear the girls talking.
"This would be the perfect spot" Trisha said, pointing to the screen over Laura's shoulder. "It's centrally located to several of the dorms, it's large enough for a few bedrooms for upper class students, and has all of the recreation areas that we would need! It's perfect!"
Laura seemed a little less enthusiastic. "I agree that it has what you're looking for" she said as she rolled her chair towards Trisha, who looked her dead in the eyes which made Laura seem a bit more nervous. "But...why do we need a psychology sorority again? I mean N.C.U. has 4 sororities, why are you trying to create one specifically for the psychology department? And even if it gets approved you won't have enough space here for more than maybe 8 to 12 people to live there. That's not a big sorority."
"That's the whole point silly!" Trisha said, getting a smile on her face that was both devious and...aroused, believe it or not. "It's a small enough space to be controlled, we can be selective in who we put in there, and we can run experiments on the occupants the whole time! It's like having test subjects that pay you for the honor!" Her gaze drifted off into the distance as she imagined a room of twelve scantily clad young college girls, all hypnotized in front of her and ready to do her bidding.
Laura did not seem convinced "Trisha...you can't use students as test subjects without them knowing it! That's unethical! Against the university's rules! Probably against state and federal law, not to mention..."
She was cut off by Trisha commenting "erotic as hell..." as she stared off into space with a grin. Only to have Laura shake her shoulder aggressively.
