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The real changes started after we were on our honeymoon. The Boss - yes I have to call him that, don't get me started - had me brought to his big ridiculous yacht for a sailing trip around the world. We made it as far as Florida before he was fed up with me. Didn't like to screw, nervous, kept complaining that I wanted to go home. It's no real wonder he did what he did.

Next thing I know, we've got this hypnotist guy on board. Says he can help me "blend into my new life." He puts me into trance every night for months, changing this and that. Little things that become bigger things that become defining things.

That's a cute accent, he tells me. Where is it from? So I tell him. No, he says, it's from Jersey. And it's thick. And it takes a few hours but he's right. I do have a thick Jersey accent now.

When did you start smoking, he asks one night. I tell him I don't. He puts a ciggy in between my lips and tells me how correct it feels to have one there. Bing Bang Boom, I'm a smoker. I'm sucking down two packs a day like I been doing it since high school.

He changes everything about me. every night, the Boss is a little happier with his new wife. Pretty soon he's changing things just to see how they feel. Giving me an exhibitionist fetish for a week, then taking it away and having a good laugh at my embarrassment. Giving me a raging attraction to his girlfriends and letting them make me over. He left the attraction. We're great friends now. Eventually, I learned to resist the hypnotist. I learned how to perform hypnosis myself, and now the Boss likes the idea of me with a little more power.

So, that's how I got here. this life just sort of creeps into you, you know? It helps to have some hypnotist weirdo pounding ideas into your head. Speaking of which, that's a cute accent you have there. Where did you say it was from?

Really? you're sure it's not Jersey?

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The real changes started after we were on our honeymoon. The Boss - yes I have to call him that, don't get me started - had me brought to his big ridiculous yacht for a sailing trip around the world. We made it as far as Florida before he was fed up with me. Didn't like to screw, nervous, kept complaining that I wanted to go home. It's no real wonder he did what he did.

Next thing I know, we've got this hypnotist guy on board. Says he can help me "blend into my new life." He puts me into trance every night for months, changing this and that. Little things that become bigger things that become defining things.

That's a cute accent, he tells me. Where is it from? So I tell him. No, he says, it's from Jersey. And it's thick. And it takes a few hours but he's right. I do have a thick Jersey accent now.

When did you start smoking, he asks one night. I tell him I don't. He puts a ciggy in between my lips and tells me how correct it feels to have one there. Bing Bang Boom, I'm a smoker. I'm sucking down two packs a day like I been doing it since high school.

He changes everything about me. every night, the Boss is a little happier with his new wife. Pretty soon he's changing things just to see how they feel. Giving me an exhibitionist fetish for a week, then taking it away and having a good laugh at my embarrassment. Giving me a raging attraction to his girlfriends and letting them make me over. He left the attraction. We're great friends now. Eventually, I learned to resist the hypnotist. I learned how to perform hypnosis myself, and now the Boss likes the idea of me with a little more power.

So, that's how I got here. this life just sort of creeps into you, you know? It helps to have some hypnotist weirdo pounding ideas into your head. Speaking of which, that's a cute accent you have there. Where did you say it was from?

Really? you're sure it's not Jersey?