This story is a fantasy of mine for many years. If you like it, please vote. Fives are appreciated.
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I had been walking the mall for fifteen minutes. Sally was shopping and we agreed that we would meet at three o’clock. It was now forty five minutes to three. I was browsing in Radio Shack when I noticed the most ravishing young woman I have seen in a long time. I am Mike Lawrence and I am a master hypnotist and a very successful businessman. I also greatly appreciate a difficult challenge. My challenge was how to put the beautiful apparition under my control in time to meet my wife, Sally.
I decided that only the direct approach would work. I went up to her. She was inspecting a computer display. “They keep getting cheaper and better, don’t they?”
She looked me over. I am six and a half feet tall and in very good shape. I was also old enough to be her father. “I am so confused. I am supposed to buy a gift for my father and I don’t have a clue. Could you help me?”
For sure. “What can I do to help?”
“My dad is not very computer smart. Would this be a good computer for him?”
She was looking at an entry level Compaq. The easy answer was yes. That was too easy. “How will he be using it?”
“He says he wants to surf the web. He is wheelchair bound and that would be his was of getting around. What do you think?”
“I think the idea is terrific. I am both impressed with your idea and your attempted solution. Let me do this, I am a successful business consultant. I would love to be able to help your father surf the web and become more independent. Why is he in a wheelchair?”
“He was in an accident several years ago and hasn’t walked since. The doctors don’t know why he can’t walk. They can’t find anything physical that explains his condition. My sister and I have been helping him ever since.”
“Does he live with you?”
“He lives with my sister and I in our family home. It works out well.”
She looked melancholy when she said that. Well, I had started the conversation on spec and it looked like I might have a way to go. I could help her father and capture his daughters. “Would you like your father to walk?”
“Oh, yes. We have given up hope, though.”
“Have you tried hypnosis?”
“It’s funny that you mention that. My sister and I were just discussing that as something to look into. We don’t know how to start.”
I took out my hypnosis card. “I am a master hypnotist. I do it as an avocation. I write stories and books about my experiences. I would be pleased to try and help your father.”
“Could you, really? That would be super.”
“I think the direct approach may not work. Your father seems to have an emotional investment in his disability. I should come meet with you folks and we can work out a plan.”
“Talk to your sister and call me. What is your name, I am Mike Lawrence.”
“I am Magen Snyder. I will definitely call you. This is free, right?”
“Yes, absolutely free.”
I finished my mall walking with more enthusiasm. I fantasized about the five foot seven inch beauty. She had a slender shape with ample bust and lovely skin. Her face was like a young Loretta Young. She would be a wonderful addition to my list. I also wondered about her sister.
Magen called me the following day. “I talked to my sister. She agreed with you that Dad has an emotional investment in his disability. She suggested we meet first to decide if anything could be accomplished.”
“That’s fine with me. Would you like to come to my office?”
“Sure, when would you like?”
“I have time this afternoon at four.”
“My sister and I will be there.”
They arrived promptly at four. My receptionist called me. “There are two women here to see you.”
They looked almost like twins except Magen’s sister seemed to look more sophisticated. The sister was wearing a skirt and jacket over a white blouse. Magen was in a simple dress. What a gorgeous pair. I led them back to my office.
Magen spoke first. “I am going to let my sister, Arlene, explain what she thinks is happening. Arlene is a therapist and really understands these things.”
“What kind of therapist are you, Arlene?”
“I am a social worker with a masters degree in therapy. I agree with you about Dad. For what ever reason he doesn’t want to get well. I am sure it is at an unconscious level. He has seen psychiatrists and they can’t add anything to the diagnosis. I was, also, thinking of hypnosis to find out what is going on. I’m not sure how we would do it. Dad would not want to cooperate.”
“We have to create an environment that makes him comfortable with hypnosis. Do either of you have trouble sleeping, smoke or have trouble with concentration? Hypnosis is good for weight, but clearly neither of you need that.”
“Why do you ask that?”
“If I want to convince your father that hypnosis would help him, it would help if someone he knew was hypnotized first.”
Arlene spoke first. “Since I am the professional, I should be the example.”
That was fine with me. “I can’t argue with that logic. Could we practice here so we don’t have surprises when we see your dad?”
“That’s a good idea. What should I do?”
“Sit in the comfortable chair and relax. Are you relaxed?”
“As much as I can, under the circumstances.”
“Close your eyes and imagine that you are floating in the air.” She closed her eyes and seemed to relax more. Her head fell back against the pillowed back of the chair.
“Your head is very heavy and your shoulders are very loose. Your whole body is limp.” I could see her body loosen as I spoke. Her sister, Magen, was watching with wide eyes.
“I will count to one hundred, with each number you will go into a deeper trance. You will feel very good and very relaxed. Your whole body will feel refreshed and unwound. You will feel better than you have felt in a very long time.” I counted slowly to one hundred. Her breathing seemed to deepen as I counted.
“When ever I say sleep, you will let your whole body relax and go into an even deeper trance. If I say trance, you will go into a trance without anything obvious changing. When I count to three you will wake. In the future when I say wake, you will come out of your trance.”
I counted to three and waited. Arlene, opened her eyes and looked around. “I feel terrific. I don’t remember you doing anything, but I know I feel wonderful. Megan you should try it.”
Yes! “I’d like that, Mr. Lawrence, could we do that?” I pretended to think about it.
“Sure, Magen, I will hypnotize you. Sit in the same chair Arlene sat in. Arlene, why don’t you move to the couch?” Arlene moved over and Magen sat down. I suspected that she was preconditioned from watching her sister. When she sat down she went limp without being asked.
“Magen, I am going to count to a hundred, like I did with Arlene. You will go into a very deep trance as I count.” As I counted I looked over at Arlene. She was putting herself back under. Soon both sisters were sprawled out, completely limp.
“Magen whenever I say sleep you will go completely limp and into a deep trance, when I say wake you will come out of the trance. If I say trance you will go into a deep trance but you will not change the way you look or act. Whenever you are in a trance it will make you feel very relaxed and refreshed. You will feel terrific. Magen wake.” Magen opened her eyes. Arlene still lay there.
“How do you feel?”
“Oh, Mr. Lawrence, I feel terrific. That is a wonderful feeling. I could do that all the time.”
She looked around. “Is Arlene hypnotized?”
