Vicky didn't even see it coming and soon she was blacked out and resting her head on the table.
"Vicky. Can you hear me?" the old man asked.
"Yes," she answered dreamily.
"Good. Now, Vicky, you will not remember that we had this conversation. But you will remember everything that I tell you to do. And you will follow all my commands. But you will believe that everything I command of you is coming from yourself. You will believe that everything I tell you to do are your own thoughts, feelings and desires. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good girl." He paused. "You are in a dream. And, when you come out of it, you will have a whole new outlook on life. Tell me you would like that."
"I would like that." The response was slurred, almost incoherent.
"You like to flirt and be friendly with people, don't you?"
"Yes," she said, almost smiling.
"But did you know, Vicky, that there's someone in this office that you haven't been friendly towards? Someone that you've been neglecting?"
Her face twisted in confusion. "Who?"
"Ricki DeGaul."
"That queer girl? Why would I ..."
"Now, Vicky," the old man said, cutting her off. "I want you to answer every question I ask you by saying 'YES'. And I want you to believe that 'YES' is the right answer to every question. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"You enjoy flirting with people, don't you?"
"Yes."
"And the people you flirt with like your attentions, don't they?"
"Yes."
"Ricki DeGaul likes your attentions. So shouldn't you flirt with her too?"
"Y ... yes." Her response was a bit hesitant, but given that this woman was heterosexual, that was to be expected. It was difficult to change her sexual orientation, but not impossible. With only a few sessions, the old man could turn the most traditional heterosexual man into the stereotypical gay man. It would just take some time.
"Ricki doesn't have any friends in the office. You want to fix that problem, don't you?"
"Yes."
"You want to be her friend. Right?"
"Yes."
"Being Ricki's friend is the most important thing in the world to you right now. Isn't that correct?"
"Yes."
"You don't care if other people disagree with your attentions towards her. You want to flirt and be friendly with Ricki. Isn't that right?"
"Yes."
"At first, you will feel a little embarrassed about your desires to be friendly with her. But, the more you flirt with her, the less embarrassed you will become. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now, I want you to report to me, here in this room, every afternoon after lunch at this time. But you will not know why. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good girl. Now, I want you to rest here. You will begin to come out of your dream. You will awaken and feel happy, rested and ready to begin your new life as Ricki's best friend. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
The old man rose from the table. He smiled down at the sexy blond woman. Soon she'd be the best friend a woman could ever be to another woman: a lesbian lover.
