Despite the club rules she herself had instituted, Janet sometimes still felt the need to ‛improve’ her fellow club members and other students through hypnosis. Her early, successful efforts at improving one member’s study habits and removing another’s disgusting habit of biting her fingernails led her to attempting her biggest challenge: her program of transforming her roommate Veronica.

A sophomore like Janet, Veronica possessed the body of a supermodel, that much was quite obvious, and the mind of a computer, which was not so obvious, except to Janet, who asked Veronica’s assistance with her classwork several times. Janet believed that theoretically, Veronica could take any course at the Academy and pass it without even reading the textbook, while at the same time winning every beauty contest she entered, but Veronica apparently possessed no ambition except to become someone’s blonde haired Barbie bimbo trophy wife. That, thought Janet, was a waste.

Janet thought Veronica would be better served if she were to made aware of her incredible physical and / or mental faculties and the possibilities therein, like being a supermodel or a top business executive, and then let Veronica decide her future for herself. The thought that Janet, with her nondescript brown hair and average looks and height, could never aspire to such heights herself and that she could possibly be living her dreams through Veronica never occurred to her: what truly mattered to her was the results and, just as importantly, the process, that is, hypnosis.

But first things first.

The first step was to get Veronica into a trance. Even though they were both members of the Hypnotism Club, Janet didn’t want to bluntly approach Veronica outside of the club, considering the whole idea counter productive, preferring (and covertly enjoying the opportunity) to act subtly. And she totally rejected any consideration of using the stereotypical devices like what she read about, things like a hypnotic spiral pattern screen saver on Veronica’s personal computer, believing them to be ‛just fictional’. Perhaps, she thought, she could help Veronica relax after her stressful studies, or help her sleep or fix her bad habits. The problem was, Veronica’s studies were so simple for her that she could finish them with hardly any effort, nor did she have any trouble sleeping, or any bad habits at all that Janet could see. She considered attempting an induction as Veronica was going to sleep, but Janet’s first few attempts failed when Janet fell asleep almost as soon as Veronica.

Ultimately, Janet decided to depend on their close proximity and just wait until her chance arrived.

That moment arrived when Veronica returned to their dorm room unexpectedly one Saturday afternoon. Janet looked up from her studies to see Veronica walk into the room’s small study area, looking exhausted. Ever since the Academy changed her schedule and traded her Friday gymnastics class with her weekly session with her guidance councilor, Veronica had been working out extra hard. Janet had heard her mention that she had to lose a few pounds, not that Janet could ever tell where or why.

Veronica dropped her sneakers on the floor, plopped herself down on the small sofa and let out a sigh as she rested her head against the back of the sofa. Janet immediately recognized her opportunity: Veronica was in the right mood and they still had at least an hour before dinner.

“Feeling tired, Veronica?”

“Oh, yes,” she replied. “I just want to relax here a minute.”

“Just the idea I want her to have: I can use that,” thought Janet, thrilled at the sudden realization of how she could take advantage of her roommate’s current mental state. “It must be nice to just relax,” continued Janet in a gentle sing song tone.

“Uh-huh.”

Janet got up from her desk and stood behind Veronica and the sofa, looking down at her classically beautiful face, at her brilliant blue eyes: Janet was reminded of all the times she had entranced people by having them stare into her deep brown eyes, but this situation called for a more subtle and wholly different type of induction. “You look like you’d like a nice massage,” she said, reaching out and beginning to knead Veronica’s shoulders, a skill Janet learned recently just for just such a purpose, knowing that Veronica was fully aware that she had been learning it, because Janet had told her so when she started, without telling her exactly why. When Veronica didn’t react negatively, Janet continued, gently massaging her shoulders, nothing sexual or stimulating, rather, something soothing and relaxing.

“It feels good to relax, doesn’t it, Veronica?”

“Mmmmmm ... yes, it does ...” came her halting reply. The way Veronica’s eyes seemed to lose their focus a little ignited a familiar fire within Janet, something she would have to satisfy soon.

“Just keep relaxing, relaxing your arms, your legs; relax your whole body. And when you’re ready, let your eyelids relax, your heavy eyelids, so heavy, so tired, just let them relax, relax, relax ...”

Veronica’s eyes blinked and blinked and blinked again, each time taking longer and longer to open again. On the following blink, they remained closed. She sighed as a ripple of relaxation went through her body, and she settled back against the sofa.

Janet knelt. “Relax deeper, deeper,” whispered Janet into Veronica’s left ear. “Let your mind relax, just like your body is relaxed. Let your thoughts relax and drift, drift away, just listen to my words, only my words, hear only my words in your thoughts, my words in your thoughts, my words are your thoughts. Let my words become your thoughts.

“Nod your head ... when you have accepted my words as your thoughts.”

Veronica nodded, a faint smile across her perfect lips.

Janet did it: Veronica was obviously deeply hypnotized. She glanced at the clock: the whole process took less than two minutes. So quickly: Janet was proud of her hypnotic skills, but the flame within her pussy demanded to be stoked some more.

“Veronica, you sweatsuit feels uncomfortable, doesn’t it?” whispered Janet, and Veronica nodded slightly. “Its all sweaty and nasty: wouldn’t you like to take it off and get more comfortable?”

Janet waited impatiently for several seconds, and then Veronica nodded again.

“Let me help you take it off: I’m your friend, so let me help you get more comfortable.”

Janet knew Veronica saw her as a trusted friend: Janet had worked ceaselessly to ensure that state of mind ever since she started this plan. Therefore, Janet could tell than Veronica was totally open to allowing Janet help her: after all, they shared a dorm room and a bathroom and they had seen each other naked many times. And her suggestions about getting more comfortable seemed plainly acceptable to Veronica. Janet helped assist Veronica’s placid arms with pulling up the sweatshirt over her head and waist length golden blonde hair, then she stepped around the sofa and helped her pull down her sweatpants. Both were tossed into a pile across the room: Janet would deal with them later.

Underneath, Veronica was wearing only a tan colored sports bra and matching briefs: seeing them, seeing the fullness of her roommate’s breasts, the perfect curve of her thighs, the smooth legs, the trim tummy with the one permitted statement of rebelliousness, a navel piercing with a glittering diamond pendant, all brought Janet to the edge of her arousal and then suddenly over the edge into the abyss of pure desire. She could not stop herself: as she knelt and gazed at Veronica’s toned and tanned body, lying helpless in trance, she plunged her hand deep under her panties and began to stroke herself. With each panting breath and whimpering exclamation, her desire and her desire to satisfy that desire increased until they culminated in a climax beyond anything she had ever experienced, even in the many meetings of the Hypnosis Club.

While Janet recovered, her dazed mind thanked the architect for soundproofing the dorm rooms, or else the entire floor would have heard her, she thought. Not that it would be that much of a bad thing, she thought: she was convinced that most of the girls at the school masturbated, and frequently. What she would have been most concerned about was that the other girls would be jealous of her extreme reaction.

Thinking of the other girls reminded Janet about Veronica. As she changed her soaked panties, she looked at her roommate, still obliviously entranced and seemingly totally open to her suggestions, and smiled broadly. Her hazy program to improve her roommate was about to be implemented; all she had to do now was decide what to do second, after she first implanted a strong post hypnotic re induction suggestion.

“Veronica, you feel very good now, don’t you? Very relaxed, very comfortable, don’t you?”

“Mmmmmm ... yes.”

“Would you like to feel this way again?”

“Yes ...”

“Then let me help you: you want to let me help you, you trust me, don’t you?”

“Trust ... yes ... trust you ...”

Janet shivered from the beginnings of another orgasm at Veronica’s placid acceptance of her control.

“Then all you have to do to feel this way again is to hear me say the words ‛trance time for Veronica’.

“Tell me the words you need to hear to feel this way again.”

“‛Trance time for Veronica’ ...”

“Very good Veronica. I want you to keep repeating those words, over and over, until I tell you to stop. Every time you say them, you are to think of how good you feel and understand that you will feel this way whenever I say those words. And each time I say these words to you, you will not remember I said them.”

“‛Trance time for Veronica’ ...” said Veronica.

“Keep repeating the words, Veronica. ‛Trance time for Veronica’. And when I say them, you will not remember me saying them, you will not remember this state, you will not remember going into this state, this hypnotized state, you will not remember being hypnotized.”

“‛Trance time for Veronica.’” said Veronica softly.

“That’s right, keeping repeating the words ‛Trance time for Veronica’,” said Janet, fingering herself in time with Veronica’s slow repetitions.

“‛Trance time for Veronica.’ ‛Trance time for Veronica.’ ‛Trance time for Veronica.’”

Janet couldn’t believe she would be as aroused this soon after such an incredible climax just a few minutes earlier, but it was happening. The sight of Veronica placidly imprinting on herself the suggestion Janet gave her was so arousing that she didn’t even need any further physical stimulation: in fact, she was so hot that she found that she couldn’t even move as the orgasmic waves thundered over her.

She didn’t know how long it took, but when Janet finally exhausted herself, she looked over at Veronica. Veronica was still softly mumbling the words Janet told her to repeat, and Janet knew that they were now so deeply embedded in her mind that her response to them would be automatic. Because she was looking forward to the opportunity to test them,

Janet instructed Veronica to forget being entranced, that she only fell asleep while getting a massage, and to ignore her missing sweats. Then Janet sat back down at her desk and called out to Veronica “Hey, sleepyhead, you’d better get dressed for dinner.”

Veronica lifted her head to blink at Janet as she started to sit up.

“What ... what happened?” she said sleepily.

“You fell asleep while I was massaging you: you looked like you needed the rest.”

“Oh ...” Veronica stretched and yawned, looking slightly dazed. “I guess I did.”

“By the way, do the words ‛trance time for Veronica’ mean anything to you?”

They certainly did, and their effect was quite dramatic: in mid stretch, her eyes drooped shut and Veronica limply collapsed back against the sofa. Janet almost had yet another orgasm at the sight.

“Veronica, at the count of three, you’ll awaken refreshed and alert, fully awake, fully alert, completely forgetting that you just awakened a moment before: one, two, three!”

Veronica opened her eyes and stretched again. “Oh, wow, that massage really felt good: thanks, Janet.”

Janet smiled in reply. “No problem; I can make you feel that good any time you want,” she said. And with just four little words, she thought.

And Janet couldn’t be happier.

The next afternoon, as Janet and Veronica were quietly studying, Janet put the next phase of Veronica’s improvement program into action.

Janet waited until she noticed Veronica pausing after smoothing her nails and before she reached for the nail polish. As she waited, Janet looked at Veronica’s desk: it was piled with glamor and style magazines and what few textbooks there were were on physical education and fitness. She looked back at her desk, were her textbooks were stacked haphazardly four and five books high on it and beside it. She mentally selected a couple from the pile for a test.

“Veronica?”

“Yes, Janet?” replied Veronica, pausing a moment as she looked over at her roommate.

“Trance time for Veronica,” said Janet.

Veronica’s reaction was just as dramatic and complete at Janet hoped: she went limp and would have slid to the floor if Janet had not quickly moved to support her.

“Veronica,” said Janet, whispering into her ear and holding back the urge to run her tongue across it, while her arms were wrapped around Veronica’s body.

“Hmmmm ... yes-s-s-s-s-s-s,” came the hushed response.

“Veronica, every book on your desk is part of your studies. You must do your homework, right, Veronica? Homework is very important: you must study hard, and to study hard you must read and remember everything.”

Janet repeated the suggestions in slightly varied forms for several minutes, then returned Veronica to her chair and instructed her to awaken.

When Veronica blinked, there were a couple of textbooks on her desk, sitting on top of the pile of magazines she had selected. Obviously it was important, or else she wouldn’t have put it there, she thought. She picked it up and started reading, all the while being covertly observed by Janet.

Janet soon discovered that, whether naturally or encouraged by trance, Veronica was also a speed reader. By the end of the afternoon, Veronica had not only finished Janet’s American History textbook but her Advanced Algebra textbook, with excellent retention, as she was able to help Janet with her homework afterward, even going so far as pestering her through dinner about a particularly difficult question.

Janet repeated the routine the following evening. Two more books mysteriously appeared on Veronica’s desk and were quickly absorbed. The next night, three more books, and so on, until every one of Janet’s textbooks were devoured by Veronica. And devoured was the correct term: Veronica could quote them almost verbatim and integrate everything she learned into an impressive whole.

Veronica’s performance was so impressive, beyond even what Janet anticipated, that she was sure her hypnosis had something to do with it. She knew that people in a trance could perform impressive feats of concentration, and she knew that she wanted to take advantage of that same performance. And she knew exactly how to get it, with Veronica’s help.

“Trance time for Veronica,” said Janet.

It was so erotic to see Veronica like this, placid and compliant.

“Veronica, you are my friend, and you want to help me do better in school. That’s what friends are for, isn’t that right?”

Veronica muttered a soft “yes” in reply.

“You have also learned a great deal about hypnosis, haven’t you?”

“Oh, yes,” came the soft response.

“And its only natural that you’d want to hypnotize me to help me in school, isn’t it? You’d want to hypnotize me to read faster and remember better, to concentrate on my studies, to learn faster and better, right?”

“Yes.”

“So when I awaken you, as always, you will forget that I just hypnotized you. But you will gradually realize that you want to hypnotize me to make me a better student. Your unconscious mind will be working out ways to help me do better in school, to change and grow into a better person.”

Then a thought struck her: why limit it to just her? Veronica could benefit from exactly the same instructions.

“And you will do the same for yourself: your unconscious mind will be working out ways to make you a better person, a more liberated person, too, just as you are doing for me.”

There: that set the pattern. So many possibilities, so many opportunities. Janet didn’t know how or when Veronica’s change would begin, or where it would lead. Her suggestions were planted like little seeds and Janet needed to do was wait for something to sprout.

And Janet couldn’t be happier.

Veronica yawned. She just finished her schoolwork and was looking across at Janet, seeing the stack of books her schoolwork demanded. It must be so difficult for her, she thought, there must be something she could do to help her study. Maybe something she learned elsewhere ...

Then a thought struck her. Of course, she did know how to help Janet. Janet would be so happy to let Veronica help her. And Veronica knew exactly how to accomplish it. She removed the little flashlight she kept on her keychain: this would serve perfectly, especially once they were ready for bed. So what if it was against the rules of the Hypnotism Club? Janet was more important. And Janet’s experience at the Club would make it all the easier. She waited as Janet put on her nightgown and watched as she yawned and stretched when she sat down on the bed. Perfect.

Veronica turned off the overhead light, leaving only a dim nightlight behind her. “Janet?” she said. Janet didn’t reply but she did turn her head toward Veronica. Veronica flicked the flashlight on and directed the beam directly at Janet’s eyes. She saw Janet blink in response to the bright light then she started moving the light slowly back and forth. Janet blinked, glancing up to Veronica’s eyes then back to the light. Veronica continued to gently move it back and forth. She was thrilled to see Janet’s eyes follow the light back and forth. She was so totally focused on her mission that she missed the little signs that showed that Janet was fully conscious of what was happening, instead believing what she was doing was so irresistible that Janet could only listen and follow and surrender. For Janet, watching the light move and hearing Veronica’s soft voice saying words of “sleep” and “surrender”, was finding this the most erotic thing she ever experienced, and voluntarily let her roommate’s induction carry her into deep trance.

“Janet?” said Veronica.

“Yes, Veronica,” replied Janet in a low monotone. Being hypnotized was such a wonderful experience, but having her best friend Veronica do it in such a lovingly and tender way was even more wonderful. So wonderful that she didn’t even pay any attention whatsoever to what Veronica was telling her.

“Janet, you are my friend, and I want you to do better in school. That’s what friends are for, isn’t that right?”

“Of course,” replied Janet sleepily.

“I’m going to give you some suggestions to help you study and do better,” said Veronica. “You’ll accept these suggestions, won’t you?”

“Of course, Veronica,” replied Janet. Of course she would: Veronica was her best friend, she had only her best interests at heart, especially because Janet put them there.

Veronica proceeded to implant several suggestions aimed at helping Janet study better and remember more. Then she finished by telling Janet she would simply fall into a deep, deep natural sleep once they were finished. Veronica helped her dear friend slide under the sheets, allowing her deep trance to transition into a deep slumber. Janet wouldn’t remember her help, but that was all right. Janet would do better at school, and that what was so important.

And Veronica couldn’t be happier.