This is my first attempt at a hypnosis story. Let me know what you think.
As always, all story characters engaged in sexual activities are eighteen years of age or older.
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Cameron Pierce and Sai Amin met at a high school technology conference in New York and although Sai lived in India and Cameron the United States, their friendship thrived. When Sai told Cameron about an internship in Noida, India's information technology center, Cameron applied. Cameron told everyone it was a once in a lifetime opportunity, which it was, but he had another reason: Cameron was sick of his family.
Cameron's father Russ worked constantly. His mother Christine, a still stunning former beauty queen, made no effort to hide her preference for Julie, Cameron's sister, endlessly praising her and siding with her in every dispute. Julie was a complete pain in the ass. She'd always been pretty, Cameron couldn't recall a time when people didn't comment on it, and only grew prettier. As long as he could remember Cameron had been pestered by guys he didn't know, guys he didn't like, guys who otherwise treated him like dirt, about Julie. They'd corner him at school or show up at the house, trying to use Cameron to make time with Julie.
At 18 Julie was the platonic form of a California beach blonde: five feet ten inches tall, 135 pounds, long wavy naturally blonde hair, round face with sky blue crystalline eyes, full lips, slim waist, wide hips, round C breasts.
The endless attention and adulation had had their effect on Julie; it was not good. Self-centered, bitchy, conceited, and, manipulative, when Julie noticed Cameron at all, she treated him like a servant.
Then it got worse. Six months before Cameron had conceded to a former friend, after much badgering, that yeah, his sister was pretty. The ex-friend, in an (unsuccessful) attempt to curry her favor, told Julie, who then treated any flickering gaze, real or imagined, from Cameron as an excuse to complain to their Mom about her pervert of a brother "checking her out."
Yeah, he was sick of his family.
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Noida was everything Cameron dreamed and Sai's family generous, large, and gregarious, feted Cameron like royalty. There was, however, one odd thing. At the frequent family gatherings an old man, doted on by two or three ravishing young women, was present, but the family barely interactrf with him. When Cameron asked about him, he was dismissed as a harmless kook who clung to the old ways.
One day, while out walking, Cameron came upon the old man returning from the market with two of his women. Recognizing Cameron, he invited him to accompany them.
"Our young American visitor, are you enjoying your time in our country?"
"Very much sir."
Cameron found he enjoyed talking to the old man. Cameron had assumed he was borderline senile, but he was bright, alert, and his English – one of seven languages he spoke – impeccable. His name was Maadhav Mattu, but was called Uncle by most everyone who knew him. He asked Cameron to so address him.
Cameron learned that Maadhav already knew much about him. When they arrived at Maadhav's home, which was larger and more ornate than Cameron would have guessed from the man's humble appearance, Cameron was invited to stay for dinner. The food was delicious and the women serving them anticipated their every need. When done Maadhav led Cameron to the courtyard; two cups of hot tea were waiting.
"My family leads you to believe I'm a crazy old man, do they not?"
The answers was yes, but Cameron said, "They speak of you with great respect."
The old man laughed, aware of the lie.
"That is wise of you. Never insult an old man without an excellent reason."
A woman refilled their tea.
Gesturing to the house and woman, the old man said, "Do you wish to know how I have achieved all this?"
"Yes Uncle."
"In your country you call it hypnosis."
Hypnosis, if it existed at all, which Cameron questioned, was a silly game used to make people cluck like a chicken as a passing amusement. Doubt flashed across his face.
Maadhav said, "I see you do not believe. In your country hypnosis is a parlor trick, used to make people do silly things so other people can laugh. No dignity. Properly done, hypnosis re-conditions the mind. Would you like me to teach you?"
Cameron didn't believe, but he liked the old man and could think of few things more pleasant than coming to his home, being cared for by his women, and a meal like the one he just ate.
"Yes."
Cameron discovered he was wrong. Hypnosis was real. He was also a natural at it.
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Cameron was picked up at the airport by his Mom, Julie, and Robin.
Robin, Julie's best friend, if not quite the arrogant bitch his sister was, was not far behind. If Julie was a California beach babe, Robin was majestic, regal. Smooth, near-black skin, hair cut short, high broad cheekbones, full crimson lips, straight well sized-nose, strong jaw, and slightly tilted intelligent brown eyes, Robin walked into every room like she owned it. It was something of an act, like any high school girl she had her insecurities, but she hid them well and she and Julie sat atop the social heap of their high school, feared more than liked. Robin's parents were divorced and her father a prominent and endlessly busy surgeon; Robin spent so much time at Julie's house she was practically a member of the family.
His sister had not changed.
"Welcome back nerd."
Neither had Robin.
"Yeah, hey nerd."
Cameron did not bite. "Julie, Robin, its good to see you again."
"Brother, while honesty compels me to acknowledge that it is always a treat to cast ome's eyes upon Robin and I – we should charge – but when your brother does it? I fear you're still a pervert."
Julie and Robin laughed, Christine said, "Julie, be nice to your brother," then added, "Cameron, when I told Julie and Robin I was picking you up at the airport, they asked to ride along, they wanted to stop at Town Center and shop. It shouldn't be more than a couple of hours. You don't mind, do you?"
Of course Cameron minded. After his long flight he had no desire to spend several hours at a shopping center with nothing to do.
"No, that would be fine."
Julie, disappointed she hadn't gotten a rise out of Cameron, dug in again. "A big old box of something arrived yesterday, sent by a weird name. Mad Dog Matthews or something."
"Maadhav Mattu," Cameron said, "he was a member of the family I stayed with."
Julie said, "Thanks for the correction dork-o. I figured it was a present for me so I opened it up and gross, it was a bunch of dead weeds. I tossed it in your room. Oh, by the way, while you were gone you and I switched rooms; I moved into yours, put your stuff in mine. I mean, yours was bigger and nicer and you were off on your nerd-venture."
Christine said, "Oh yes dear, I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you."
Cameron said, "I understand Mom, you have a lot on your mind," then turned to his sister, "It's tea."
Robin said. "Is it that gross Indian tea? The kind that's not in a tea bag, but you put in the bottom of the cup and it just floats around and gets between your teeth. Yuck."
Unoffended, Cameron said, "Yes Robin, I guess its an acquired taste."
The conversation in the car turned to the high school prom. Julie and Robin were to bee its queens and Christine, who had been prom queen herself, joined in, the three women gossiped giggled reminisced. Cameron, tired from his flight, closed his eyes, half-listening to the women, wondering when, or if, any of them would recall he turned eighteen the night of the prom.
At home Cameron toted his luggage up to his new room. Julie, Robin, and whoever their boyfriends-du-jour had been at the time hadn't really moved his stuff into the room, scattered would be more accurate. His trophy for winning the state science fair, along with several other things, were broken. The tea, however, was intact. Used in hypnosis, it was a relexant, it helped open the mind. When he left India Cameron was still debating whether he would use it on his family; now he knew he would. All would be well.
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Cameron bided his time. Then, three weeks after he returned home, his mother walked in holding an empty Starbucks cup, complaining for the second time that week that she was addicted to the White Chocolate Mocha Frappuccino and that they kept her from losing those last five pounds.
Cameron looked up from his computer.
"Mom, I might be able to help with that."
"How?"
"In India, I met this man. He taught me some, I'm not sure what to call it, relaxation techniques, power of suggestion, hypnotism. It might help you say no to the Frappuccinos."
Julie, who had been half-listening while texting Robin, pounced. "Yeah right, my brother the hypnotist, master of the mystical, Dr. Very-Strange, making Mom quack like a duck."
Christine, however, was interested, she really wanted to lose that weight.
"Why didn't you mention it earlier?"
Nodding at his sister, Cameron said, "I wasn't looking forward to the abuse."
Julie smiled triumphantly.
"Will it work?"
"Can't be sure. We'd try a limited suggestion first, like giving it up for a day, see how it goes."
"Mom, I can't believe you're taking this dweeb seriously. Are you going to let King Dork-O in your head? He might nerd-ize you, turn you into one of them, zombie-fy you."
"Julie, be nice to your brother."
Cameron said, "Julie, if you're concerned you and Robin can sit in, keep an eye on things. If I try to make Mom quack like a duck you can wrestle me to the ground."
"So that's what this is all about? Mom, it's all a plan to wrestle me. What a perv!"
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They gathered in the living room. Christine sat in her favorite, most comfortable, chair, Julie and Robin on a couch facing her from across the room. Electronic devices were turned off. All four drank Cameron's tea, although Julie and Robin consented only after much fussing and Cameron agreeing to strain the leaves from their cups.
Cameron said, "Before we start, there is one think I'd ask. If this works, please don't tell anyone. We can talk about it among ourselves, but I don't want the kids in school lining up for help to kick their least favorite habit."
Julie and Robin, who definitely did not want anyone to know they were participating in this experiment with nerd-boy, readily agreed.
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