Excessive Shorts, jenni swals
Her hair wasn’t quite dry yet, but she turned the dryer off to check herself out in the mirror. She leaned forward to examine herself more closely. No, she wanted a closer view. She picked up her phone, opening the camera to check herself out. Mmmm, my tits look so great!
Though he was just in the next room, she decided to send him a video, just to show off.
He’d like that. And I’d like that. It’s nice to be nice. And sexy. It’s nice to be nice and sexy and to have sex.
She pressed record, thinking about his reaction, how pleased he would be with her and her new tits. And then this time, for the first time, she noticed herself starting to do it, the thing with her lips. She stopped recording.
She watched the video back.
Why did she keep doing this? Pushing them out, leaving a huge gap?
Wait, had he hypnotised her again?
That must be it!
Everytime he implanted some change of behaviour in her, she wouldn’t notice for weeks. And then eventually she would notice she was doing something different, and then only weeks later again would she catch herself starting to do it, and it would occur to her that maybe he had done this to her.
He’d done it to her so often now. How come it took her so long to notice these changes?
And when she did notice, how come it took her ages again to catch herself starting to do it and to realise it was something he had done to her? It should always be the first explanation that she thinks of!
Unless he also hypnotised her not to notice the change? And when she did notice the change, maybe he also hypnotised her not to realise he was the culprit?
But then if he could implant those kinds of mental blocks into her, then maybe the only reason she ever overcame them was because he relaxed the mental blocks? Because he wanted her to become aware of his power?
And maybe if she is only noticing that this is a repeating pattern now, maybe it is only because he wants her to notice?
She lay back on the bed and covered her crotch with a hand. Not touching herself, but just enjoying the warmth. She’d have smiled to herself if she could have.
That was so hot, what he’d done.
That’s what she got for having told him how curious she was about hypnosis. 2 years ago now?
What was the first behavioural change he had implanted? g her name. With an i, with a heart for a dot. Old signature; just a squiggle. New; jenni swals, lower case, non-cursive, bubbly and legible.
She’d first noticed her new signature weeks later, when she had gotten in trouble at work. The signatures had been important, and they had seemed important to her at the time. Anyway that was her old job and the old her.
Or was it the old her at that time? She definitely already had the first boob job by then. Two years ago? No, so close to when she had told him about her interest in hypnosis? That didn’t add up. Thinking about time was hard.
“I guess the signature thing wasn’t the first thing he implanted in me”, she said, looking down, giving her chest a shake. She laughed to herself.
When had she first noticed the lips thing? At the supermarket, waiting for the cashier to finish with the customer ahead. A middle-aged man had walked in, immediately his eyes rested on her. And she had enjoyed being noticed. And had thought about how she enjoyed how much more stares she was getting after her second boob job. And then she had noticed her lips were doing “a thing”.
Well, that was the first time she had noticed. Her friends had noticed earlier. On her first night out after recovering from the surgery. And her friends had been laughing at her and trying to tell her that she was doing something with her lips.
And she hadn’t understood what they were talking about. They even showed her a picture they had taken of her doing it, and she had looked at the picture incomprehensively. Sure, maybe her lips had looked like that at the exact instant the photo was taken, but she hadn’t been holding them like that. No way!
And they had laughed, and copied her pose, pushing their lips out, leaving the big gap. Not that their lips were as big as hers. They’d all had them done, and they all had had great jobs, but “jenni’s lips are best” she said to herself.
And she had handled their teasing the way she always did. Agreeing she had been doing it, and laughing and “getting the joke”, because that was easier and maybe they could talk about something else, and then they would drop it and smile at her and pat her head because she was jenni and she was silly and nice like that.
So much easier. She ed her old friends. She would have argued and denied and insisted. Much better to smile and be agreeable.
Well, no, not smile and be agreeable. Just be agreeable.
So much botox, not just where her laugh lines would one day appear, but under her eyes and forehead. Hmmm, maybe this thing she is doing with her lips is the single largest movement she can get out of her face? She practiced it a few times in the mirror.
My face, my beautiful face! Yes, yes! Brow lift, lip lift, rhinoplasty, jaw shaving, regular lip filler sessions. And she wasn’t sure, but that thing he had said last week, was that a hint she’d be getting eyelash implants too?
Mmmmm, she was so hot and beautiful and everyone thought it and everything was right with the world and ... she was doing the thing with her lips again!
She lay back down again and her finger circled her clit. And her lips were frozen in their new pose. She tried but she couldn’t convince her face to relax. Whenever he was playing with her recently her face was stuck like this, except when she had to make noises, like moan or scream, or draw more oxygen in.
Wait, is that the trigger? I feel hot and people are looking at me or I think about them looking at me and I’m enjoying the feeling and then I do this with my lips???
Oh my god! I’m going to be doing this a lot!