“Uh… what’s going on… what have you done to me?” Yvonne asked as she grabbed her head and tried to regain her bearings.
It wasn’t the surprising, the last time she’d been in control of herself was almost three years ago now, and there was little similarity between then and now.
I just waited for her brain to catch up, it didn’t take long.
“Oh shit! Oh shit! You bastard! I’m going to kill you!” she screamed once it did and I just watched her stand there, trying to convince herself to step forward and attack me.
It never happened of course, I might have loosened my control over her enough for Yvonne to resurface, but my control wasn’t that loose.
Instead, after a few minutes, she calmed down enough to take in what had happened.
Gone was the slim, flat chest, brunette that had crashed into my car and started screeching at me about how careless I was. She had been some high powered attorney, or a doctor, or some such person that thought only their lives mattered, she knew better now though.
She finally blinked a few times and then looked at me, a calmness coming over her that I could feel in her mind as well.
“I’m sorry.” she managed to get out.
I nodded, “For what?” I asked.
Her eyes darted away for a moment before returning, “For… for everything. I… I was a real bitch that day, the accident was my fault, not yours. I shouldn’t have screamed at you.”
“Thank you, that’s all I was looking for.” I replied and then turned to leave.
“Wait!” she cried out as I headed towards the door of the hotel room.
I turned back, “For what?”
She blinked a few times again adn then waved her hands up and down her body, “What about… this?”
I chuckled a little, “What about it? You did that to yourself.” I replied.
“But… but…” I could see her struggling to search her memories, I doubted she’d like what she found, but I waited none the less.
“I just made you more… people pleasing. The whole stripper, escort, fuck toy thing was all you.” I said as her face went pale as the memories of her multiple surgeries and sex with clients finally surfaced for her.
“Shit…” she managed to get out.
“Shit indeed. Is there anything else?” I asked as I half turned back to the door.
“What… what happens next?” she pleaded.
“That’s up to you I guess. I’ve made my point, I was just going to leave you as you are, but I get that might be… stressful. If you like I could put you back to how you were a few minutes ago… blissfully unaware, but quite happy.”
Her face crinkled for a moment, but eventually her head shook from side to side slowly.
“Then I’d suggest you have two options… get ready for your next client, or call them and cancel. I’d suggest checking your bank account first though, I suspect you’ve earned more money in the last three years than you ever would have as… well, whatever you were.”
Then I walked out of the room, the cascade of activity in her mind making clear exactly what she was going to do even if she hadn’t accepted it consciously yet.
