Dr. Chris was nearing the end of their request list, but Trevor had assured them the next list would be coming later today. Meanwhile, they got ready for Sam to come back. He had fun at the Olympic training camp, as Simone reported. No one knew he was hypnotized, and so it was easy for him to leave and report back to Dr. Chris.

“Hi, Dr. Chris! Gym-”

SNAP! Sam slumped on the couch, and Dr. Chris launched into the Celebworld script.

“Sam, 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, ‘Kalukim’. Wake up.”

Sam did so, and his wide-eyed face didn’t change one bit. Dr. Chris sent him away as they waited for John Daly to arrive, the Winter Olympian. Unlike most other celebs that entered their office, he wasn’t all too interested in John. A Celebworld guest had requested him, but it was going to be a short and sweet session today, with no break in between the two hypnosis scripts. He arrived a few minutes after Sam was escorted out. 

“Hello! I’m John Daly. My buddies have told me a lot of good things about you.”

“I hope they have. Please, come in, take a seat. What brings you in today?”

“It’s visual ageism. I’m 38, but I’m treated like a twenty-something!”

“Um, John, how is that even remotely a bad thing?”

“It’s because I look younger than I actually am! You know Stephen Miller? He looks good for his age.”

“He’s one of the most ugly fucking men I have seen. Why in the world did you come to hypnotherapy to discuss ageism?”

“Oh, Lou and Chris said it was talk therapy.”

“It’s both.” Dr. Chris was just so fed up with John, they just went for the hypnosis, out of the blue. “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. John, 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.

“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.”

“What just happened?” asked John, as his orange eyes quickly reverted back to his normal color.

“You went under, and that solved your ageism problem, okay. Your session is now over.” John scoffed at the hypnotherapist as he walked out of his office, but was secretly hoping that it was actually true. Meanwhile, Chris got to work rearranging his schedule for the new list of celebs and requests that had come in during their session with John. Trevor always knew the exact wrong time to do things, but since he now had enough money to legally buy out the UN, Chris kept their mouth shut, and continued working.

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