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“Valerie? Dear? Are you in-who in the world are you?”
Into the living room walks Stephanie, the model who has always been (but really just became) your mother. She was blonde like you and unbelievably young-looking, admittedly only in her mid-30s but certainly able to pass as your older sister with some effort. She was in lingerie, as she often was in the house.
“Hello, and you are?” Asks the man, his penis hardening at the sight of a second beautiful woman.
“I’m her mother, and I want to know why she hasn’t said a word yet! Is she...under some sort of...trance?”
“Yes,” the man holds up the pendulum. “Careful, woman: I’m a very skilled hypnotist. Don’t look at the pendulum too long or you’ll end up like your daughter.”
Stephanie staggers back in fear, panicking but not know what to even do. “I-I’m so confused! What is going on!?”
The man laughs. “I’m just...adjusting your daughter. Maybe I should do the same to you...”
Through all of this, you remain blank and motionless.