My wife left me earlier this week. To cope, I had to take on more clients at my psychiatry practice. I figured sorting out other people’s problems would help me adjust to my own.
“Doc, my name is Matthew Gory, and you gotta help me,” a man walked in with a briefcase. “I have an addiction problem and I gotta get rid of it before my family learns about it.”
“Sit down Matt, what kind of addiction?” I leaned forward, mostly bored. Addiction cases were usually straightforward.
He opened his briefcase and revealed what looked like… skin? And a wig?
“It’s a woman’s bodysuit. I… wear it. I’m not proud. I also can’t part with it, as its custom made for me. But I need to stop wearing it, or my wife might leave me!”
Interesting, I thought. “Well, to truly understand your addiction, I’m going to have to ask you to wear it for me.”
Matt swallowed and nodded. He pulled the suit from the case and started putting it on. The effect was almost immediate. His legs were shapelier, his torso thinner, even. Once the wig was in place, it was impossible for me to distinguish the young woman standing before me with the man who had put it on. She was beautiful.
“Fascinating…” I said, quietly. “Does your wife know about this?”
“No, no one does.” The girl crossed her arms and sighed. “But you gotta understand, Doc. I need to quit it.”
I was suddenly overcome with an urge. Hell, I don’t know this guy, and I promised myself that I would adjust somehow. Maybe I can hit two birds with one stone. “Okay, I have a trick that might help you. Please close your eyes and relax. I’m going to have to put you in a trance.”
“Uh… okay, if you think it’ll make this stop…” Matt leaned back, hesitantly.
I dimmed the lights further and drew Matt into a soft sleep-state with a repetition technique I picked up in school. He was awake, but not quite. It would be enough.
“Can you hear me, Matt?”
“Yes.”
“Will you trust me, Matt?”
“Yes.”
“Your name is no longer Matt.”
“Yes.”
“You have forgotten everything about your wife and family.”
“Yes.”
“You are a woman.”
“…no.”
“Yes, you are a woman. Repeat that for me.”
“Y-yes, I am a woman.”
“Your name is Michelle Gates.”
“Yes.”
“Michelle, please tell me who you are.”
“My name is Michelle Gates, and I am a woman.”
“Do you trust me, Michelle?”
“Yes.”
“You are a passionate girl, Michelle.”
“Yes.”
“You love me, Michelle.”
I could see a smile on her soft lips. She was starting to enjoy the trance, I could tell.
“Yes…”
I walked closer to her, satisfied that my hypnotism was working. I leaned over her on the couch, and whispered gently into her ear. “You would do anything for me, Michelle.”
She cooed softly, as if she was waking from a dream. “Yes.”
I brought my face to hers as she started to open her eyes. Her lips met mine, and we shared the moment together.
“Will you marry me, Michelle?”
“Of course, my love.”
