Hi! I'm a new writer exploring slow-burn mind control and transformation themes.
If you enjoy mystery, obedience, and psychological twists, I hope you enjoy this story. Thanks for reading!
Just a Little Sleep
Samantha Reyes hadn't slept properly in weeks.
Not because she didn't want to--but because her brain just wouldn't shut off. Night after night, she'd lie awake staring at the ceiling, replaying work deadlines, grocery lists, or something awkward she said in 2014.
A doctor might have helped, but her schedule was a nightmare of meetings, late-night calls, and missed lunches. "Maybe next week," she'd told herself. That was three weeks ago.
Desperate, she turned to the internet.
Most of what she found was nonsense--crystals, essential oils, sleep sprays that smelled like wet socks. But one website caught her eye: "NeuroEase: Self-Hypnosis Sleep Training -- Guaranteed Rest in Just One Session."
It looked clean. Modern. A bit clinical. And it didn't promise miracles--it promised science.
She hesitated only briefly before typing in her full name, age, and sleep habits. A short form. A small payment. Nothing too weird.
"Thank you. Please wait 2 days for activation and instructions."
She forgot about it until the email came.
Subject: Welcome to Your First Self-Hypnosis Session.
Inside was a single video file and a short list of instructions:
Sit somewhere quiet.
Play the video with headphones.
Do not pause or skip.
Let your mind drift.
That night, in her dimly lit room, she followed the instructions. She sat cross-legged on her bed, pulled the curtains shut, and hit play.
The screen began to spiral--slow at first, then faster--pulsing gently like it was breathing. A soft, smooth voice echoed in her ears. Male? Female? She couldn't quite tell.
"Let go... breathe in... you are safe... just listen..."
Her eyes drooped. Her head tilted forward. And then--nothing.
She woke up the next morning, still in bed. Her first thought: Did it work?
But her second was more jarring--when she passed by the mirror, she froze.
There was a faint pink tint on her lips. Glossy. Feminine.
She wiped it away quickly. Weird. But work was waiting.
She brushed it off... unaware something deep inside her mind had already started to change.
One Week of Drift
Samantha didn't mention the lipstick incident to anyone. Maybe it was just her lip balm. Maybe she dreamed it.
But that first night of training? It worked.
She hadn't felt so rested in months. So, she made it a habit. Every night for the next week:
Dinner. Dishes. Curtains closed. Headphones on.
The spiral always greeted her. The voice, still soft and patient, always whispered the same lines:
"Breathe deeper... let go of thoughts... good girl, you're doing so well..."
Each morning, she woke up refreshed... but slightly different.
She giggled during Zoom calls--not at jokes, just at random thoughts. Her finger would press against her bottom lip. Once, she even caught herself pouting. Samantha Reyes was the no-nonsense type. The sudden shift was... odd.
