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Free Will
by Tigger
Copyright 1999, all rights reserved
Doctor Reginald Danvers smiled as he watched his patient, Victoria
Smith, walk out of his office. The unconscious little butt-wiggle that
was sneaking its way into her natural movement was a sure sign that her
therapy was taking hold at last. She'd be ready soon. Reginald smile
grew as he considered that phase of her "treatment" and the payment he
would collect upon its successful completion.
From Victoria's husband. Victoria thought she had come here to deal
with stress-related headaches. In point of fact, the headaches were
from a mild herbal preparation Reginald had sold to Victoria's husband.
The real purpose of Victoria's treatment was to "cure" her of what her
husband considered to be her rather archaic, prudish view of sex.
"She's got a great ass, Doc," the rugged construction CEO had complained
to Reginald in their initial interview, "but she freezes up when I so
much as pat her on the butt." And what Mr. Smith had in mind went well
beyond mere pats.
During their first meeting, Reginald had offered Victoria a glass of
iced tea to break the ice, to help them "connect as people before we
have to worry about being therapist and patient." The carefully
formulated concoction soon had Victoria dozing in a highly suggestable
state - precisely where the very talented hypno-therapist wanted her.
A few more sessions and Mr Smith would have his lovely wife precisely
where he wanted her. Reginald would have her, too, since he always left
a "back-door" in his programming of his patients - a term that was
particularly appropriate for the modifications he was making to
Victoria's mindset. Reginald would have his very own "back-door" to
Victoria's very own back-door.
"Doctor?" his receptionist's voice called, made slightly tinny by the
electronic intercom. "Your three-thirty appointment is here."
The interruption to his salacious day-dreaming was as unexpected as it
was unwelcome. *Now she damn-well knows that I never have appointments
after three o'clock and that there is nothing on my calendar for today.
She updates the schedule herself every morning.* Angrily, he rose and
walked to the door of his office.
A woman sat in the reception area. She was dressed in an obviously
expensive, severely cut, black business suit of coat and skirt.
Reginald sized her up quickly. She was rather tall for a woman.
*Handsome woman.* he thought appreciatively. *Might as well find out
what this is all about.* "How do you do. .. " he said, letting the name
drop obviously.
"Mrs. Charlene Davis, Doctor Danvers," the woman answered in a softly
inflected voice that sent tingle down Danvers' spine. "My husband said
you are well known for treating stress. He made me this appointment for
me."
Suddenly, Danvers remembered. Her husband was tired of having her at
the gym instead of keeping his home and waiting on him. Evidently, she'd
been much more shapely before she'd started competitive body building.
Well, that would be relatively easy to fix. *Wonder how what it is like
to go to bed with a woman built like this. Guess I will find out before
her treatment is complete."
"Please, come into my office and let's get acquainted." He turned to
his receptionist. "Gina, some iced tea would be nice, please."
"Of course, Doctor," she cooed. Gina had been one of his first
conquests when he'd opened this practice. Over time, he'd strengthened
her blind devotion to him by means of weekly hypnotic sessions. It may
be theoretically true that a person won't do something against their
basic nature under hypnosis, but that wasn't Reginald's experience. He'd
learned that it was possible, given enough time with a subject, to
gradually step around those barriers to his will, and to adjust a
subject's basic belief structures. This usually required many hypnotic
sessions, but it did work, as it had with Gina who now saw nothing
wrong, morally or otherwise, with helping Reginald in his "treatments".
Reginald made the usual small talk as they sipped their drinks while he
waited for the woman's eyes to become heavy and her head to loll. He
glanced at the clock several times, becoming more concerned each time.
*She should have been deeply under by now. Maybe she needed a stronger
dose? She certainly is bigger than any woman I have ever treated
before.*
A strange smile crossed Charlene's face just then and a cold chill ran
down Reginald's back. "I won't be going under, Doctor," she said in a
very different voice. "Your cute little receptionist conveniently
forgot to add your little date-rape drug to my tea."
Reginald tried to open his mouth to deny, but found that he couldn't.
In fact, he couldn't move anything. He was literally frozen in his
seat, barely able to blink his eyelids.
The woman stood and looked down at him. "Not much fun to have your free
will stripped from you, is it? Well, it is going to be worse for you
than it is for your so-called patients, Reggie, because *you* are going
to be completely aware what's happened to you."
The chill came back and Reginald found that he could move his head
again. Tentatively, he tried to speak and found that he could, albeit
at very low volumes. "What. . what have you done to me. Did you get
Gina to drug me instead of you?"
"I don't need drugs, Doctor Danvers," the woman smiled. "All I need is
the power of my own brain. I can control minds, Doctor, and I have put
a temporary block on your voluntary muscle controls so we can have a
nice little talk."
"I. . I don't understand. . "
"Oh, you understand enough for the moment and you will understand even
more as we go along." Charlene said as she began to unbutton her suit
coat. "As I said, like you I am something of a mind controller, which
is why you and your receptionist both "agreed" I was a new patient, even
though neither of you had ever heard of me before I showed up in your
reception area. However, unlike you, I consider myself to be an
*ethical* mentalist. I use my powers to help others, or at least, in
ways that don't diminish them. You, my friend, don't seem to care what
damage you do. Well, all that *ends* right here, right now!"
"I've never hurt anyone!" he retorted as indignantly as his whisper-soft
voice would permit.
"Oh, really?" Charlene's voice became harder, less feminine, as she
tossed away the jacket and began working on her blouse. "What about that
young woman who just left here?"
"She was sexually repressed! I am helping her get past her inhibitions
so that she can more fully enjoy her husband's lovemaking." Reginald
countered, his eyes wide at the unusual strip tease the woman was
performing in his office.
"Ri-ight," she retorted with icy sarcasm, "You've effectively taken
away her free choice at her *husband's request*, not hers and let's not
forget about that cute little code word you've planted so that you could
reap the benefits of her new . . . openness?"
The blouse fell away to reveal a black lace bra filled with "FALSIES??"
Reginald all but squealed. "You're a guy?" he asked in disbelief.
The wig and skirt followed before the figure continued. "You only treat
women. I needed to get close enough to you, in private, so that we
could have this little discussion." He began to pick up the discarded
clothing, folding them neatly over the vacated chair and then opened the
large attache he'd carried in. He removed a running suit and a pair of
sneakers. "I am good, but I do need some proximity to work my little
whammy, and besides, part of your punishment is to know what is
happening to you and why."
"Why?" Reginald repeated. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because you piss me off, perhaps? Oh, do call me Charles, by the way."
his tormenter responded in a discordantly pleasant voice. "Remember
Jennifer Dean, Doctor?"
That brought him up short. *Jennifer Dean? Who the hell was he talking
about? . . .oh, yeah. . * Reginald recalled, *the little redhead with
the nail-biting habit and the poor self image. . .*
"That's her." Charles said softly without needing to hear Danvers'
thoughts aloud. "You sought to "improve" her self image by turning her
into a constantly horny, roundheeled little sexpot so you could have
easy use her body. Unfortunately, she went beyond that and became a slut
who, in momentary flashes of recall, came to hate herself for that
behavior. I found her ready to commit suicide. Fortunately, I was able
to undo most of the damage you did to that girl. She's now one of mine,
by the way. Once I healed her, it was an easy matter to probe her mind
and find out the source of her mental injuries. I've spent the past
couple of months watching your little operation and I have seen what you
do to the women who come to you for HELP!" the last word came out on a
snarl of raw fury.
Raw fear burned through Danvers. "What. . what are you going to do. . .
kill me? Or turn me into some kind of slave?"
Charles paused in pulling on the running suit and gave Richard a quietly
amused look. "You weren't listening, Reggie. Killing you won't help
Jennifer and making you into a mindless slave would certainly diminish
you. No, that is not what I have planned for you at all, especially
since you are a very talented practitioner who might actually help some
folks if you got yourself turned around."
The now familiar cold chill ran down Reginald's spine again, which he
recognized as a physical manifestation of Charles' power at work on him.
"What. . .what have you done to me?" he asked fearfully.
Charles finished up lacing up his shoes and stood up. "Three things,
actually," he said cheerfully. "Nothing too bad, really, considering
what you did to Jennifer and what you have been doing to the other women
who came here for help and are betrayed by you and the men who pay you.
First of all, you can't tell anyone what has happened to you. From this
point on, you are mentally incapable of communicating in any way what
has I've done to you except when you are with me.
Then, a frighteningly wicked grin lit Charles' face. "Tell me, Reggie,
are you familiar with the concept of yin and yang?"
"The male and female balance of the universe?" Danvers answered,
surprised at the change of topic. "That type of thing?"
"Yep. Well, I have just made a pretty massive reorientation of your
personal mental yin and yang. You are now squarely inclined toward the
feminine side of the balance. Unless you fight those inclinations
strongly, well, I suspect that if I were to return here in a year or so,
the doorplate outside your office will read "Doctor Regina Danvers"
instead of Doctor Reginald Danvers."
"You've brainwashed me into turning myself into a woman?" the silenced
scream sounded almost pleasantly feminine in Reginald's ears.
"You weren't listening, Reggie. Forcing that change on you would be
diminishing. What you do with your life from now on will be your own
choice. That is the beauty of my vengeance for Jennifer. You still
have free will and you will know, if no one else ever will, what I have
done to you."
"I am still able to keep my own mind? I don't understand."
"Oh, but you will, my friend. You will understand very well indeed in
very short order. You can fight the urges to dress in a feminine
manner, to ogle cute guys or to assume the mannerisms and behaviors of a
modern society woman. It will be very hard because you will be
resisting what is now your basic nature, but who knows, you might be
able to do it. If it is important enough to you. Still, you being a
trained psychologist, well, you'd be aware of the downside of fighting
yourself that way. Still, it is your free choice."
"Oh god," Reginald sobbed, tears beginning to stream down his face
before he realized what he was doing. Resolutely, he fought the tears
that seemed to come from nowhere. It worked! *I can fight this.* he
told himself mentally.
"I said you would be able to fight the compulsions, Reggie, and I don't
lie," Charles chided. "But there will be times when your guard won't be
up. You'll get up in the morning and look for your bra, or worry if you
should go on a diet because your hips are a bit too wide. You'll smile
flirtingly at some hunk you see in an elevator or sigh over a
particularly cute outfit you see in a storefront window. You might even
find yourself watching children on a playground and dreaming of being a
mother yourself some day. You will be able to catch yourself, but you
won't be able to keep up that kind of mental effort 24 hours a day,
seven days a week. Unless I miss my guess, sooner or later you will
just get tired and give in. Once that happens, you will probably be in a
hospital operating room undergoing SRS within a year." Charles paused
meaningfully. "But you will never forget why you are acting this way,
and a part of you will always know that it is wrong."
Reginald swallowed hard, trying to get past the fear clogging his
throat. "You. . .you said there were three things. . ..?"
Charles chuckled. "Well, the third thing is really two things. First,
anytime you try to play your old game with a patient again? Something
exactly the opposite will happen."
"You mean, a woman who is denying her husband will become even less
responsive in bed?" Reginald sounded horrified at that notion.
"Not quite. Let's take that lady you just finished with. She is going
to have that anal fixation you tried to give her, but with a little
twist. I suspect she will be making a short detour on her way home,
stopping at an adult toy store. Moreover, it will her scheming hubby who
will be squealing and squirming on the receiving end of his newly
dominant wife's strapon tonight. That was part of her real problem
anyway - she wanted to be the boss in bed. Oh, and I wouldn't activate
that back door code word of yours on her, Reggie. . .unless you decide
you *want* to try taking it like a girl. I think Vicky would be more
than happy to accommodate you."
*Oh, God,* Reginald thought, *I am going to get killed by some of these
guys. Can it get any worse?* "You said there were two parts to the
last thing you did to me?"
"Yes, I did, didn't I?" Charles' eyes twinkled merrily. "Well, if you
really do try to help your patients, you will find a new empathy with
them - a side benefit of your own feminine inclinations. I suspect
that, if you are a good little boy or girl, however you may choose, you
will be a very successful and sought after therapist in the coming
months."
Reginald considered that and shook his head. "What about my old
patients? What about them?"
"Oh, they will still be satisfied with the results of your . .
.treatments, but the nastier the trick played on the woman, the nastier
the new reality will be for man who paid you. Tit for tat. The guy who
wanted the woman to have an oral fixation will suddenly be addicted to
cunnilingus. The woman who became a masochist is now a sadist with her
hubby on the receiving end. Only this time, the compulsions will wear
off, once the hubby has gotten a taste of what he put his wife through.
Then, how they live will be up to their free choice, too."
"God, you are so damned high and mighty," Reginald retorted
caustically, his fear giving way to anger and humiliation. "You say you
refuse to diminish others with your powers. What do you call what
you've done to me?"
"What makes you think that being feminine diminishes you? It's a
perfectly respectable set of attitudes. Certainly, my little gift of
empathy does nothing to reduce your effectiveness as a therapist or your
worth as a human being. If anything, you have been diminishing yourself
all these years with your vile practice. But not anymore. *THAT* I
have taken care of for you."
Charles chuckled at the still immobile Doctor and then continued, "So,
I must be on my way, Reggie. Your life is back in your hands - complete
freedom of will to handle your compulsions as you see fit." Charles
walked over to the door and opened it. "A word of advice, Reggie? You
will probably be happier in the long run if you just give in and let
your new nature happen so you can get on with your life. Perhaps when
you come to respect the femininity within yourself, you might not feel
so compulsive toward it. I suspect you will have to learn that the hard
way, but I thought I would pass that on to you, anyway. Oh, and you'll
be able to move again in about ten seconds."
Reginald watched the door close and silently counted to ten.
Miraculously, he found he once again could move. Slowly, he stood up
and then straightened his tie.
"What a load of fertilizer." he said to himself, forcing out a laugh as
his fist clinched and unclinched on the back of the chair Charles had
used when he'd first arrived. "Yin and Yang. What garbage."
Only then did he realize that he was unconsciously stroking the soft,
sleek silk of the blouse Charles had discarded, with a small
contemplative smile on his sadly unmade-up mouth.
And jumped back in absolute horror at the sudden, vivid mental picture
of himself, happily modeling that very garment for a wickedly smiling
and oddly outfitted Victoria Smith.
The End
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