Seeing her ripe for the hypnotizing, you dive right in.
“Zelda, my dear, you’re not a secretary.”
“...I-I’m not?” She asks hesitantly as she comes to, her face scrunching a little.
“That’s right, you aren’t...because you are the head of the company.”
“I’m...I’m the...” she begins, her fierce residence waning by the second until it dies completely. “I’m the head of the c-company...”
She lets out a little sight as changes rapidly take place. Her office changes, becoming much larger, well-decorated, and on a higher floor of whatever building you are in. Her clothes change too, her youthful secretary getup replaced with a much more powerful and professional black striped pantsuit. You notice her hair go up into a clean bun, and her makeup become a little more pronounced, but not by much.
“I’m the head of the company...the head of the company...” she softly repeats to herself, that pudgy face losing all of its bubbly orientation and now portraying a much more stoic, mature expression. It was abundantly clear she now had the vibe of an established woman.
“Very good, Zelda,” you say. “Of course, you think very highly of yourself.”
“Oh...um...of c-course I think very highly of myself,” she says, a hint of pride in her voice.
“You think highly of your appearance.”
“I think highly of my appearance.”
“You think you are beautiful.”
“I think...I am beautiful...oh...”
“You know you are beautiful.”
“I-I know I’m beautiful...I know I’m beautiful...”
You grin at your new boss Zelda.
“You like to look sexy.”
“I...I like-”
“No, my bad,” you say. “You love looking sexy and it’s the most important thing!”
“Oh g-goodness...oh my...” she moans, looking very overwhelmed. “I love loo...l-love looking...”
Unsatisfied and impatient, you start swinging the pendulum as fast as you can. She immediately perks up as you do.
“I love looking sexy and it’s the most important thing,” she says robotically, leaning on her desk. Her appearance changes dramatically once more. Her makeup is now done perfectly, with heavy eyeshadow and bodacious red lipstick. A cute “Z” necklace appears around her neck. Her heels grow a few inches taller, and her hair comes down, now longer and very curly. Most noticeable is her clothing: she’s now in a very short black skirt and a matching three button top that shows a LOT of skin, including her now-fake breasts.
“How sexy you look determines your worth,” you add.
“How sexy I look...determines my worth...” she moans back, completely warped by vanity. She looks like a woman who uses her beauty to her advantage...maybe that’s how she got her job.
Enamored by your creation, you put the pendulum away, releasing her from trance...