Elizabeth is vulnerable too
George came home late from a long day at the office, feeling tired. This was not the best state to be in, to finalise an important project. His wife thought she was taking part in an exercise regime, but it was for something else entirely. He'd worked hard over several weeks hypnotising her, until she was ready to obey commands. Yesterday, Elizabeth was in a vulnerable state, ready to passively obey him.
Before he could take control of her, an eighteen year old neighbour, Leonard, had stumbled in, and inadvertently taken her over. She came back home thinking she was an eighteen year old, and the neighbour was her boyfriend. Fortunately they hadn't got up to much, as both of them were nice kids.
In the morning she was back to normal, but not under his control. All he had to do was complete those weeks of work by saying the trigger phrase. At the dinner table he slipped in, amongst the usual conversation, a phrase to put her into a hypnotic state. She carried on the conversation as though nothing had happened. He tried it again. Nothing!
He was tired so maybe he got it wrong. After dinner he checked his notes, and found he was right. He sat down heavily to think it through. The boy had been first to take control of her, so maybe she was responding only to him. That made sense.
Why was it when hypnotised, she thought she was a teenager? Maybe Leonard thought she was Elizabeth's young niece? That would explain why he ran off with her, as surely he wouldn't have run off with a neighbour. Maybe it was because he treated her like Elizabeth's niece, a teenager, that she reverted to being eighteen. That made some sort of sense.
He yawned, feeling the long working day wearing him down. Maybe he should try to get her to be Liz, the teenager. He could take control of her, and return her to being his wife, only hypnotised. How was he to trigger the eighteen year old persona?
On the spur of the moment, he shouted, 'Liz!'
She ran into the office looking cute and eager. The transformation from wife to niece was purely in the way she behaved. She hadn't changed clothes, it was the way she carried herself, and the way she spoke.
'Hi, uncle. Like, what's up?' she asked.
'I was wondering what you've been doing to today. Seen that boyfriend of yours?' he asked.
'No, uncle,' she complained, a whole load in just two words.
'Never mind, I'm sure he's still interested in a beautiful young woman like you,' he said, trying to make her feel better.
He was getting used to talking to his wife as though she were a teen. It might have been from tiredness, but he began to think of her as his niece.
'You said, like, if I was good, I could go out on a date. Well, I've been a good girl, sir,' she wheedled, while swinging her hips.
'Sure, sure, well. I'd like to meet him first,' George said.
'Mmm, well, like, maybe,' she countered.
'You don't like the idea, young lady, but I'm responsible for you, and insist on meeting him,' he firmly stated.
This was an adult way of preventing her from going on a date, without being confrontational. He hadn't said no, yet it was unlikely the boy would dare come here to face him. He chuckled over the idea of the boy realising who she really was. He could picture in his mind the boys face, full of disgust, on finding he'd been kissing Mrs Atkins.
If the boy insisted on going on a date with Liz, he could always reveal she was really Elizabeth. That would dampen his ardour. Elizabeth, as her friend said, wouldn't be open to any nonsense from anyone. However much the boy pestered her, she wouldn't give into him. He didn't feel sorry for the boy, as she had admitted they smooched in his car.
That an adolescent boy had been kissing and touching his wife, left him feeling angry with both of them. That it wasn't her fault, just made it more complicated. So far, the young guy hadn't realised it was his wife he'd been playing around with. George would rather keep it that way.
'Like, not sure if he'll want to,' she whined.
'If you don't do as you're told, I'll put you over my knee,' he tried, and realised that was going too far.
'Please, don't spank me, I'll be a good girl and ask him,' she reluctantly agreed.
Her acceptance of this threat made him wonder what it might be like to spank her. Would he be spanking his wife, or a teenager? Both were inappropriate, but it might be fun. The important thing was gaining control of his wife. Either while she was behaving as Liz, or through getting some answers from the boyfriend. He wasn't sure what to say to him, but certainly didn't want to talk to him about kissing Liz.
When she bounced from the room, he realised he hadn't tried taking control of her. It might be a way of getting control of his wife. The next stage would be to get rid of the Liz persona. He shook his head of tiredness, and reminded himself she was his wife not his niece. He cursed Leonard again. He felt stupid for letting the boy take control of his wife, and inadvertently creating Liz.
He yawned, and decided to take a shower to freshen up, just as soon as he'd finished reading through the report.
Liz got changed into something suitable to meet her boyfriend. She fixed her hair and make-up, changing it from the old fashioned style. A final examination confirmed she was lush. She peeked around the door at her uncle, to ask permission to go on a date. His head was back snoring loudly, and there were papers scattered around his feet. She hesitated for just a moment, then took his silence for permission to go on a date. After all, she'd been a good girl all day.
***
'Hi, Mrs Jones, is Leonard in?' she asked.
Marjorie looked at the way the girl was dressed, and marked her card. She wasn't good enough for her Leonard. Then it came to her, this must be Elizabeth's niece. It was a good thing she hadn't sent her packing, or her friend would ask for an explanation. The scowl changed to a guarded smile.
'I should wear my glasses, I didn't recognise you. You must be Elizabeth's niece, I can see the family resemblance,' Marjorie said.
'Thank you ma'am, I'm named after her. Aunt Elizabeth says you're a good friend, so it's nice to meet you,' Liz said, giving her a big bright smile.
'Come on in,' Marjorie said, and shouted for Leonard.
He reluctantly walked into the kitchen, then froze. He almost blurted out, 'what in hell are you doing here', but didn't.
'I promised her a lift into town, alright mom?' he asked.
Surprised he asked permission, and a little relieved he didn't seem that interested in the girl, Marjorie just nodded her head.
They clambered into his car. She did so eagerly, while he worried over how she became hypnotised as Liz. While driving, he asked her what happened since her uncle arrived home. She recounted being called by her uncle, revealing that's all it took to bring on the Liz persona. Liz had been summoned so easily, it was dangerous. He would have to do something about it.
He looked at what she was wearing, to see she'd picked through Elizabeth's wardrobe to find a tennis outfit. At least it covered more of her body than when he dressed her up yesterday. She wasn't wearing a bra, which was evidenced by her nipples poking through.
She caught him glancing at her nipples.
'I didn't wear panties, just as you like, Leo,' she said, and pulled the short skirt up.
'You'd better get something more to wear,' he hastily replied.
'Let's go shopping then,' she excitedly spoke, then added, 'I've got my aunt's credit card.'
It was strange having Mrs Atkins, their neighbour, showing off her naughty bits. The pleated white skirt was too short not to be wearing panties, but what could he do. It wasn't his place to tell a neighbour what to wear. She was an adult, and a married woman, so it was her choice. However he looked at it, he still felt responsible. Without thinking it through, he'd pushed her into being Liz the teenager, so it was his fault.
