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.