Looking over the evidence of her brainwashing prowess, the hypnotist allowed herself a laugh that echoed around them before regarding each woman.
Each woman was taken to with soft whispers, and deep affirmations of how well they'd done, and how they would start to rise back to full awareness. Time was taken to give each woman as much aftercare for their tranced minds, with more to come the rest of the night.
Once they'd all reached a certain point of suggested understanding and recovery, the leading voice in the cabin started speaking again.
"This fantasy was brought to you by your mischievous and marvelous Miss Lamia."
Taken to newer depths than previously experienced due to pre-installed triggers and fractionation, long minutes were allowed the supposed vacationing trio to emerge back to knowing everything there was to know.
"HOLY SHIT!!!" Geraldine was the first to speak. "You actually did it!" In her previously stimulated self, suggestions were taken to heart as she slowly moved to Lamia to give her a big hug.
Melanie and Sasha slowly began to wake up with all the facts available, their eyes nearly bulging out of their heads to see Gerry hugging Serpentina. Even with acceptance suggestions, it still took long minutes to reconcile Serpentina was really Miss Lamia, their hypno-group's leader and teacher, wearing the shiny pants, having legs and bare feet to look at. Neither of them could help it but move to make it a big group hug on the couch, in awe of what was accomplished.
***
A buffet-style meal was assembled in the kitchen, portions of meats, vegetables, fruits, and water laid out for everyone to partake. Lamia took all their questions in patient stride, understanding and still amused at their disbelief.
"I can't believe it," Melanie, the most analytical of the group, having the hardest time with what she was convinced to believe. "You turned water bottles at the sink into a liquor cart. I actually got drunk on H20."
"We all did," Sasha laughed.
"I know, but..."
"I keep telling you, ssssilly sssscientist," Lamia laughed at her friend. "You are waaayyyy better at hypnosis than you think you are; you just need to let your mind realize that we're all still learning things, that analytics will only take the mind so far."
"Yeah, we're all still learning that Sasha watches too much TV. Like...'The Georgians?' I was just glad there was no suggested canned audience laughter." Geraldine threw playful shade at her girlfriend.
"Hey, that was-no, is, a great idea. By show of hands, who agrees?"
Everyone but Geraldine raised their hands.
"You don't count, Lamia," she joked. "You're the show's director, obvious bias."
"And me?" the redheaded scientist queried.
"Analytical Mel does ratings work; her vote inflates the vote," they all laughed at the logic.
"That brings it to you and me, sweetie," sweet-talking lips leaned over to Sasha who'd given her a small kiss.
"Let me guess, winner of the next duel is the deciding factor, which will be another episode of The Georgians, invalidating your claim in the first place."
Everyone loved seeing a saucier version of Sasha come to the forefront; the weekend plus Gerry's personality brought it out of her more and more.
"By the way, how hard was it to convince Gerry and me that we weren't together yet, but wanted to be?"
"Not that hard, really. I kind of went into a little time travel and memory suspension with that, just convincing you both how fun it was to relive that time just before you two became an item. Both of your subconscious minds LOVED that idea."
"Yeah, we're like newlyweds all over again," Sasha commented lovingly.
