Chapter 2

We made plans to meet in the next weekend and start with the training. I used that time to think in what I could do. Make him sexually impotent? Or turning him gay? Maybe he will like to act like a baby, or like some kind of animal. Of course! Like a pig, a big, fat and lazy pig! I would make him gain weight and eliminate his initiative to exercise. Yes! What a perfect plan! I have to think in the whole plan really carefully.

I spent the rest of the week planning my revenge, and getting all the things that I needed. On Friday, the day of the date, I was really excited. I went to his house on time and took my bag with my gym clothes and the things for my revenge. He greeted me and told me to come in, his house was ok I guess; a normal house with dinner room, a kitchen, a living room and in the second floor, two bedrooms and a bathroom. The gym was on the basement and looked really professional. He showed me a small changing room and told me to get ready. I put on my black gym shorts and a matching T-shirt, with my hair on a pony tail, and my sneakers. I waited for him to give me my exercise routine before starting with my revenge.

I made half an hour on bicycle and then a little bit of weight lifting. He was doing some lifting as well; but I caught him looking at my ass a couple of times. He was wearing some baggy gym pants and a white snug shirt. I went to the kitchen for some water and came back with my bag "Hey Dante; this is great, I can start to feel healthier" I lied "that's cool Nat" he said without even looking at me. He was staring at his reflection in a mirror. "Can I ask you something Dave?" He started to work on his abs. He wasn't going to do that anymore "Sure babe "ugh, what a jerk "Do you believe in hypnosis?" He laughed "What? Of course not. That's for kid and idiots. Why do you ask? He was looking at me now. "Well I saw this TV show yesterday about how to hypnotize people and well; Would you let me try it with you?" he looked at me, some how insecure about the whole situation, but agreed anyway "Ok baby, but don't make act like a chicken" I smiled "of curse not!" more like a pig.

We went back to the kitchen and we sit in front of each other. I told him to close his eyes “I’m not supposed to see a clock swinging?” he asked me with his eyes still closed. “Of course not silly, that is just in movies and cartoons”. I started to send mental waves to him to make him feel tired, and opened him to orders. “Now Dante, you’re tired. You’re feeling sleepy. Your arms feel really heavy and tired. Let them fall; it feels like if you were in a cloud. Sleep” with this last command, the trance was on.