Jake Miller pulled up to Chris’ office. He was shocked that his name was on the master list of celebrities Chris had sent out. He wasn’t too famous or anything, but it was nice to know that he still cared about his mental health. He noticed Austin Mahone walking into the same building. He waved, but Austin just kept walking.
“Bitch,” he thought, as he walked inside and figured out where Chris’ office was. He entered to find Chris’ door closed. He wondered if Austin was inside, which was true.
Chris began, “Austin, you will no longer remember that you should not be in Celebworld. You will always think that is your home. While you are on the island, you are to remain nude, unless a guest wants you clothed. If a guest does not want you, you will remain in the celebrity village, and stay there until you are needed. If you leave, there will be dire consequences. You have the right to refuse extreme desires, such as death or self-mutilation. Anything else that would not cause serious or irreversible damage is fair game. Your new sexual identity is polysexual. You will not care who you have sex with. You will also consume pills with your breakfast daily. These pills will stop the spread of most diseases to you. I lock this in with the word, ‘Enoham’. Wake up.”
Austin did so, and Chris escorted him out the back. They then called Jake in.
“Hello, Mr. Miller. Please, have a seat.”
“Thank you, sir.” Chris didn’t react, as they were fine with that term as it related to them. “It’s a honor.”
“Why is that?”
“I’m not really a celebrity.”
“Pish-posh. You’re a famous person who goes to therapy. That qualifies you as a celeb in my book.”
“Oh. So, with my previous therapist, we were talking about how I’m commonly referred to as a ‘twunk’.”
“Ah, yes, the cross between a twink and a hunk. And this is a cause of anxiety?”
“I’m a very black and white person, so being the poster boy for an amalgamation of something is very nerve-wracking.”
“Have you considered hypnosis to call your nerves?”
“No, I can’t say I have. Will it work?”
“Most of my clients show very promising results. I want you to lie down and relax. Close your eyes, and listen to my voice. You are getting sleepy. You enjoy the sound of my voice. You want to listen to my voice. You want to obey my voice. Jake, I will now count backwards from 5. When I reach 1, you will be completely under my control, and open your eyes.
“5, you are starting to go under.
“4, you’re getting deeper.
“3, I control you now.
“2, no one else matters but me.
“1, I am your master.”
Jake’s eyes fluttered open, casting an orange glow over his face.
“Jake, you will no longer have any body positivity issues. You will be fine being called a twunk.”
“I am a twunk.”
“Yes you are. Take off your shirt for me.” Jake did so, and Chris got a hands-on, literally, view of a twunk body. From what he could tell, it required the person to have a svelte frame, but still be muscular. Jake flexed and posed under Chris’ commands to see how the body was shaped. Once Chris was pleased, they ordered Jake, “Take off your other clothes.”
“Yes, Master.” Chris got to see Jake’s impressive package. It was about 4.5″ flaccid, but after an erotic flex, Chris didn’t need to see him masturbate. He began his ending speech.
“When I say ‘wake up’, you will do so, and not have any conscious memory of this session. Your subconscious will remember everything. And you will be fine being nude around me, but only in my office. I lock this in with the phrase, ‘Burnt baby powder’. Wake up.”
Jake’s eyes fluttered again, revealing their normal color.
“Wow! It worked! I can’t wait to feel good at myself!”
“That’s great, Jake. I’ll just need you to follow up tomorrow to make sure the hypnosis is actually working.”
“No problem, Dr. Chris! You saved my life!”
“Thank you, and get dressed before you leave.”
“Of course.” As Jake got dressed and left, they filled out some Celebworld paperwork. This time was the many, many tax forms the company had to file, if they wanted to remain legal, to an extent. They hated the monotony, but loved the money even more.