Sigh... I was a little frustrated. It had been days since I'd hypnotized Chani and she hadn't taken any effort to display her breasts to me. I was sure our session had gone so well; she seemed to incorporate each suggestion I had given, yet my carefully crafted hypnotic instructions had, thus far, bore no fruit.
There was one positive though. Indeed one really big positive, Chani, my eighteen year old only child, had asked me several times when we could do some more hypnosis. Between work, school and my wife's schedule, the opportunity had not yet presented itself. Tonight, however, we should finally be able to have our second session. I was certainly looking forward to it, and apparently, so was Chani.
Now, to be sure, I was disappointed. After our first session, I had expected Chani to be putting her tits on display later that same day. But, the fact that she hadn't wasn't entirely unexpected. I've been practicing hypnosis for decades, I've seen it all, and if there's anything I've learned in that time, it's that all my clients are different. I generally tell my clients not to expect to notice the hypnotherapy working for at least three sessions. Not everybody wants to hear that. People have been conditioned, by the fictionalized hypnosis portrayed on TV, that hypnosis is magic.
Now look, I'll be the first person to tell you that the results of hypnotherapy can absolutely be magical, but... it's not magic. I can't tell you how many people come into my office after having been in therapy for ten, fifteen, even twenty-five years, having spent countless hours of their time and tens of thousands of dollars of their money. But, when I suggest that it may take as long as ten whole weeks to overcome their issue... well, that's just not good enough.
Sorry, I got a little sidetracked there. I know you're not reading this to listen to me bitch about my business. Let's get back to what happened with my daughter.
As I was saying, I wasn't totally surprised that she hadn't responded to my suggestions. Different people react differently though, and I have a whole toolbox full of tricks and techniques to break through those barriers. It just takes time and a little patience.
The past few days weren't a total bust, however. (Ha, no pun intended!) My daughter's behavior had changed, and those changes were, seemingly, permanent.
Firstly she was still responding to the initial commands that I had unintentionally installed, "Time to work, Chani," and "Time to play, Chani."
Secondly, she was continuing to call me daddy while being more overly affectionate than usual. Nothing untoward, just long hugs and kisses on the cheek. The first couple days she seemed to be a little unnerved by her own use of the diminutive phrase of daughterly affection, "daddy." In short order though its use became second nature and she no longer paid it any attention.
I hadn't had a lot of time alone with her, usually just an hour or two in the later afternoon. Over the past couple of days, I had used her trigger phrase, "Time to play, Chani," when she arrived home from school. As before she would begin acting like my little girl and run off to change into her old, ill-fitting clothes. I did so enjoy the lack of bra and the magnificent sight that afforded me, but it wasn't intentional on her part. She wasn't trying to show off to me; indeed she seemed oblivious to it.
Of course, I had also been using the counter-phase, "Time to work, Chani." I would let her play with her toys or watch TV until it was about time for my wife, Marsha, to get home. Then I would give her the phrase, and she would act a little confused, hed back to her room, and change into her regular clothes. I was particularly curious to see how she would respond to this transition between her child-like and adult versions. Once back in her typical attire she seemed oblivious to anything unusual that may have happened.
Such a response isn't unheard of. In fact, it's pretty common. Our brains are really good at ignoring things that just don't fit into our worldview. And Chani's mind, "time to work" Chani specifically, seemed happy just to pretend that the "time to play" Chani didn't even exist.
Having observed and contemplated all these events over the past few days, I was very much looking forward to getting Chani back into trance tonight and seeing what we could accomplish. Marsha was working a double shift at the hospital today, so I could take my time.
To my excitement, during dinner, Chani brought up the possibility of having our second hypnosis session.
"Dad, do you think we could do some more hypnosis tonight? I could really use it."
"Sure, honey," I replied. "Anything particular going on, or just the same stress we talked about a few days ago?"
"Mostly the same stuff," Chani responded. "Jessica is still mad at me. It's been extra hard the past few days with her avoiding me."
"I'm really sorry to hear about Jessi," I said genuinely sorrowful. "I know you two will get through this, even if it doesn't feel like it right now. After your homework's done, we'll do some hypnosis and get you feeling better. Okay?"
Chani helped me clean up after dinner then headed off to her room to focus on her homework. Similarly, I sat down at the desk in my home office and got to work myself. People seem to hold the illusion that being an entrepreneur means easy money and little work with endless amounts of time off. If only!. Being your own boss is great, don't get me wrong, but I couldn't tell you the last time I worked less than a sixty-hour work week.
A couple hours later a soft knock on my door signaled Chani's presence.
"I'm done with my homework, daddy."
"Okay, sweetheart. I'm just about done here. Tell you what, why don't you get ready for bed. That way when we're finished with hypnosis you can just drift off to sleep. That's usually how I do it with your mother," I suggested.
"You hypnotize mom?" she asked, a little surprised.
"Oh yeah, all the time. Well, not all the time, but it's not uncommon," I informed my daughter.
"What for?" she asked, seeming genuinely interested.
"It's been different things over the years, I guess. Mostly for stress though. Like I told you the other day, it's pretty common. Go get ready for bed. I'll meet you in your room in fifteen minutes," I said, ending the conversation and turning back to my work.
Fifteen minutes later it was my turn to knock, this time at my daughter's bedroom door.
"Come in," came her reply.
I pushed open the door and stepped inside. Chani was sitting cross-legged on her bed, dressed in her pajamas. She had washed her face and removed her makeup, all ready for bed.
Good. It was still relatively early. Once she was in trance, I'd have plenty of time to work with her before it got too late.
