The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Becoming Angelyne

Brenda knew she would just regret it forever if she didn’t visit Hollywood Boulevard at least once on her trip. What’s the point of having a boring work conference in L.A. if you’re not going to do some Hollywood stuff. Thankfully the hotel was smack in the middle of Hollywood, so she could just step out the door and be awash in Hollywood royalty..actually not...Hollywood, truth be told, was kind of a dump.

It was hardly glamourous...it was mostly just tacky. An endless parade of souvenir shops, plump out-of-towners, swarthy celebrity look-alikes, and tourists traps. Though truth be told, tourist traps are kind of fun in a slummy kind of way. There’s a certain low-stakes thrill of stepping into the Hollywood Wax Museum and walking through and looking at all the stars. Or the Ripley’s Believe it Or Not museum. Low brow entertainment, but entertainment none-the-less.

Earlier Brenda had taken a tour of the Paramount studios. So much great history there. If she was truthful, she did have a slight...very slight fantasy that a casting agent would spot her and declare, “That’s her! That’s the woman we’ve been we’ve been seeking for our next picture!” (though no one says ‘picture’ anymore, do they? That’s very 1950s, isn’t it). William R. Wilkerson certainly wasn’t going to discover her while sipping on a coke at the drugstore. Brenda knew it was a silly fantasy; she was hovering around 40, and while attractive, no overwhelming beauty by any means. A rather modest figure. A slim bust but shapely legs and an ass she kept in good shape through quite a bit of hard work at the gym. She was also blessed with good cheek bones, but what man truly appreciates that?

Fantasy or not, she still dressed for it, with a rather daring (well daring for her anyway) skirt and a rather tight top. You could almost see her nipples a bit and with her calf-high boots, if there was a casting agent about this girl would be snapped up for sure. Before she left the hotel she got a good look at herself in the mirror. Yes, she’d definitely cast herself in a movie. Something romantic...and mysterious. Maybe she’s a spy who’s deep undercover. Maybe she has to assume a secret identity. Yes...she’s disguised as a dreaded enemy agent sent in to discover her secrets and commit acts of sabotage. Maybe she’s going to get found out and only Burt Lancaster can save her...

Sadly, no one discovered Brenda at Paramount. But she did enjoy the sideways glances of several middle-aged men on vacation with their families, learned a great deal about the studio and the film making process and maybe caught a glimpse of Tom Cruise working on the new Mission Impossible movie? Maybe? Well, he was kind of far away, but the tour guide did indicate they were filming there, so it was certainly possible. In Brenda’s opinion, he was one of the last great movie stars, even if his personal life was little bit strange for her tastes. She wondered if Scientology had helped him stay on top of the Hollywood game. Perhaps being a cult wasn’t so awful. She made a mental note to check out the Scientology Center. Her research indicated they served a legendary brunch on the weekends.

Later in the afternoon she wandered down Hollywood Boulevard reading the names on the sidewalk. She recognized many, but a lot of these people were completely unknown to her, and some didn’t make sense at all. Why was Buzz Aldrin there? Or Muhammad Ali? Alvin and the Chipmunks? Really? She found Julie Andrews. Now she deserved a star. She deserved two stars!

Brenda soon found herself near Grauman’s Chinese Theater. Brenda was over the moon seeing the handprints of actual stars, not the trash that populates the screens of today. In a hundred years from now, people will still be fawning over Judy Garland, while the name Kardashian will be but a forgotten footnote of when the term ‘celebrity’ had been drained of all value by talentless publicity whores. She wanted to spit; she detested the name so much and all the degeneration of actual worthy celebrities. She deliberately chose not to stay at the Hilton because the brand had been so tarnished by Paris.

As Brenda stood at Grauman’s, she imagined the premiers of the golden age. Kleig lights lit up the sky while the stars pulled up in their limousines, waving to adoring, but respectful fans lining the red carpet. Tuxedos, ball gowns. Nothing but class. Clark Gable would never do a Tik-Tok dance. Gary Grant wouldn’t be caught dead signing autographs for schulbs at comic-con. Ingrid Bergman would never send a single tweet.

The problem with Grauman’s though...is that it attracts tourists. And with tourists come all the bottom feeders that want to siphon some of that loose tourist money into their coffers. So many tacky look-alikes charging for photographs and such. Beggars really. She counted three Jack Sparrows, two Batmen, a Superman who seemed slightly drunk, an Elmo who appeared even drunker, as well as other assorted riff-raff and hustlers. Some jugglers. A breakdancer. A breakdancer! In 2022! Who would have thought?

She almost didn’t notice the man who was trying to get her attention.

“Miss, miss!” she heard someone call. She turned to see a young man, who must have been a magician of some sort, trying to get her attention. At least Brenda hoped he was a magician given his outlandish attire. She could not imagine any other occupation wearing such a garish outfit, save for an undertaker with no fashion sense or sense of decency. The magician himself apparently shopped at the magician supply store, as he was dressed as you would imagine a magician to dress like if you were asked to draw one from memory. A black suit over a red shirt with a black bow tie. He even had a black top hat that had a black and white spiral stuck on the front. There was a large sign on top of the large van that read: “Magnifico the Magnificent”. Completing the magician stereotype was the comically large black mustache. Brenda imagined it had to be fake.

There was a small crowd gathered around him. Whatever he was doing was getting some attention. He stood in front of the van that seemed to be a sort of make-shift stage. There was a black curtain over the door and there were two chairs just outside, that were raised slightly, as if on a small stage. In one of the chairs there was a pretty young woman, who appeared to be fast asleep, as her head drooped lazily on her chest.

Brenda looked over to see what he was cawing about.

“Miss, Miss!” he said again with some urgency to her. “How would you like to make twenty dollars?”

“I beg your pardon?!” Brenda said with some indignity. “I could not possibly imagine what you would want me to do for twenty dollars, and I could not possibly imagine that I would ever agree to it.” But of course Brenda was curious. Who wouldn’t be.

“However,” continued Brenda. “Just out of curiosity, what is it you are proposing...exactly?”

Magnifico doffed his hat and bowed deeply. “I did not mean to offend you miss! And I apologize for my miserly offer. I would like to up my offer to $100...if you will accept a wager!”

Brenda looked around suspiciously. What was going on here? Why was everyone looking at her like they were in on some grand joke that she was about to be the butt of? Still $100...” Magnifico sensed her hesitancy.

“$200!” he exclaimed. The crowd ooh-ed and ahh-ed. “If you win the wager, the money is yours! If you lose...it costs you nothing...nothing but my dignity and my humiliation of having been beaten by such a lovely and gracious young woman!”

Now Brenda was definitely interested. She could at least hear him out. She looked again at the woman, still sleeping on the chair in front of the van. Brenda broke through the crowd and approached Magnifico. He was smaller than she thought. A good 2 inches shorter than Brenda, and she wasn’t even five foot eight. And the boots helped give her a little extra height.

“What is this wager then...Magnifico...if that’s your real name!” she said. The crowd laughed along with her.

“It’s what my parents named me!” he exclaimed theatrically. “I don’t know why! Perhaps they wanted me to grow up to be a magician! With a name like that, it’s hard to fit into any other profession! Would you have your teeth cleaned by Magnifico the Dentist?”

“No!” the crowd cheered at him. Clearly, he’d done this bit earlier.

“Would you trust to have your taxes done by Magnifico the Certified CPA?”

“No!”

“So what choice did I have but to become a lowly street magician?!” He said sadly. “And now...and now...” he turned to the girl asleep in the chair. “And now my lovely assistant has fallen asleep on the job! She said something about the magician assistant’s union permitting scheduled nap times and just took a siesta, right in the middle of an amazing card trick! Wasn’t that card trick going to be amazing folks?!”

There was applause from the onlookers.

“So what’s this wager, then?” asked Brenda with some suspicion.

“I’m glad you asked!” exclaimed Magnifico. “The wager is this: If I convince you to become my new assistant you must be my assistant for the next, oh 10 minutes or so. If I can’t convince you to become my assistant, well then, the $200 is yours!” And with that two crisp one-dollar bills appeared in his hands from nowhere.

“Those appear to be one-dollar bills.” Brenda said coldly.

Magnifico hemmed and hawed a bit. “Yes, well they represent the $200 which I assure you is real!” Magnifico removed his hat and raised his hand, as if he was testifying in court. “I, Magnifico the Magnificent, do solemnly swear by the Alliance of Magicians that should I fail to convince you to become my assistant I shall give to you the princely sum of $200!”

He placed his hat back on his head and took a step closer to Brenda.

“Do we have a wager...Miss?”

“Brenda.”

“Miss Brenda?” And he held out his hand.

For $200 wouldn’t you accept this offer? What is the worst that could happen? Brenda took his hand.

“We have a wager.” she said.

“Excellent!” said Magnifico and he began to move her hand back and forth, refusing to let go.

“Now I need you to look at my hat for a moment Brenda” he said. Magnifico’s voice suddenly dropped a bit lower. Quite a bit lower. The glee had evaporated. Suddenly, it was a commanding voice. Brenda obediently looked at his hat. It was hard not to as the spiral that sat atop the brim began twirling, drawing her attention. It suddenly occurred to Brenda that he was going to hypnotize her. Or rather, TRY to hypnotize her. What nonsense. It would explain the sleeping girl over on the chair. But she looked like a dumb bimbo. Probably easy to hypnotize. She probably just looked at the spiral on the hat and fell right under. Brenda was an executive, dammit. She managed a staff of people. She worked in HR for goodness sake! She was the one who told people what to do! She’s the one who hired assistants! But a wager was a wager and she’d let him take his best shot; fail; and then pay her the money she was owed. In her mind, she was already spending it.

“You’re doing very well, Brenda,” Magnifico said again in a calm, smooth demeanor. “You take instruction so well, you’re going to make a wonderful assistant, just keep looking at the hat and listen to my voice, and soon you’re going to notice that your eyes are going to get heavier and heavier...just a little drowsy...yes...just like that.”

Brenda didn’t think her eyes were getting drowsy. But it was hard not to get a little bleary eyed being so focused on that spiral. But she was determined not to close them. She’d keep them open to show him she wasn’t some simple minded bimbo who would go down at the drop of a hat. Ha! Drop of a hat.

Magnifico watched Brenda begin to glaze over a bit. He knew she was almost his. She probably wasn’t even aware that he was still moving her hand back and forth. He saw her blink heavily, she was almost there. Time to strike.

“You’re doing so well Brenda, so focused on the hat, and my words, and OH MY GOD IS THAT NICOLE KIDMAN!”

Everyone, including Brenda turned to look where Magnifico was looking and pointing. Of course there was no Nicole Kidman. Only SLEEP!

Magnifico simultaneously pulled on Brenda’s arm, snapped his fingers in her ear, and commanded her to, “Sleep!” which of course, rendered her completely helpless. That momentary excitement of seeing Nicole Kidman, the physical shock, the snap in the ear...it was all too much for her conscious mind to handle. In moments of sensory overload, the conscious mind desperately seeks out something to latch onto...something that could possibly make sense of all this simultaneous confusion, and of course Magnifico was ready to give her that thing her mind could handle. The suggestion to sleep. Her conscious mind accepted this suggestion as a reasonable idea and quickly sent her down helplessly into hypnosis.

Magnifco was there to catch her. He pulled her close to his body and deepened her trance, running his hand reassuringly down the back of her head, down her arms, stroking her with genuine care and affection, while rocking their bodies ever so slightly to keep just a bit off balance. To keep her reliant upon him; to let her know he was there to keep her safe.

Even those in the crowd who’d witnessed his last victim succumb to the Nicole Kidman induction, had still turned their heads, unconsciously thinking, nay hoping, that Nicole Kidman would be there this time. It was an automatic desire we all share to witness Nicole Kidman in the wild.

“Deeper and deeper, Brenda,” Magnifico cooed in her ear. “Feel yourself becoming more relaxed and slipping deeper and deeper into trance with every word I say...it feels so nice and so pleasurable to be in trance for me...you’re such a good girl Brenda...and every time I say ‘good girl’ you’re going to go even deeper for me and feel a pleasurable rush travel throughout your body...’good girl’..’good girl’...

Magnifico felt her tremble slightly upon hearing ‘good girl’. She was quite receptive to suggestion. Magnifco thought about people who thought they had ‘strong wills’. What those people don’t realize is that a strong will means a strong subconscious. And that’s who really runs the show. And once you’ve got the subconscious on your side...well...anything goes really.

“Well it looks like I’ve got a new assistant folks!” said Magnifico, “And my money is safe once again! Never bet against Magnifico. Brenda, I’m going to count to three and when I do, I want you open your eyes and to have a seat there next to my assistant...I mean my FORMER assistant and go back into hypnosis...twice as deep as you are now....one, two, and three.”

Magnifico snapped his fingers and Brenda opened her eyes. Without a moment’s hesitation she sat down next to the sleeping girl and immediately sank back into hypnosis. Her body flopped over on Magnifico’s assistant...former assistant...and unwittingly gave a few people the unexpected pleasure of a view up her short skirt. More than a few camera clicks could be heard.

Magnifico addressed his crowd again. “Well I think Stephanie is about to lose her job. It almost breaks my heart to tell her.”

Magnifico arranged Brenda so she was sitting more or less upright. He knelt down next to Stephanie and tapped her on her forehead. “And awake but still very much stuck to your seat!”

The young blonde woman sat straight up and exclaimed, “The three diamonds! It was the three diamonds!” The crowd laughed. Magnifico seemed disappointed.

“Oh Stephanie,” he said, “We did that trick hours ago! You fell asleep on me...right in the middle of your audition! I don’t think I’ll be needing your services after all. But you did a wonderful job and you seem like a lovely person! Let’s all give The Sublime Stephanie a round of applause as she leaves the stage!”

Magnifico and the crowd began to applaud. Stephanie tried to stand up. Tried. But she couldn’t.

“What’s the matter Stephanie?” said Magnifico, very concerned. “It’s time to go. I’m auditioning someone new...let’s move it honey!”

Stephanie struggled to get up but was apparently well and truly stuck to the chair.

“I can’t! I’m...I’m stuck!” she pleaded as she struggled further.

“Well this is rather embarrassing,” said Magnifico. “Being stuck to the chair like this...but I think we have some butt-glue removal in the van...though it’s not entirely painless I am told. But worry not. I still have plenty of this to ease the transition!”

Magnifico produced from his pocket a small bottle with a nozzle on it.

“Do you remember what this spray does Stephanie?” he asked.

“Yes of course it—” she began...but was cut off when Magnifico sprayed the bottle in her face and she quickly dropped back down into her hypnotic trance.

“That’s right my dear. It puts you back to sleep. Back into a deep deep sleep.” He turned to the crowd. “And now for the disappearing former assistant trick!”

He raised his arms in a dramatic gesture. Stephanie’s chair began to rise slowly and then disappeared, along with Stephanie into the van through the black curtain.

“Some applause please for the Sublime Stephanie who will be joining us once again, but loaded with gifts and thanks for her wonderful performance!” The crowd applauded as she disappeared through the curtain. No one even gave it a second thought thinking that there might be something sinister about a helpless woman being loaded onto a van.

One person in the crowd wasn’t watching Stephanie disappear. One person was watching, and filming Brenda. Presently he was on the phone. Speaking with someone. About Brenda.

“Well folks,” said Magnifico. “It looks like I have a new assistant to break in! Let’s get her warmed up.”

Magnifico tapped her on the head and commanded, “Open your eyes Brenda, look at me.”

Brenda did as she was told.

“How are you doing today Brenda?”

“I’m doing great.” she said, quite naturally. “I’m going to win $200.”

The crowd laughed.

“How are you going to win $200 Brenda?”

Now Brenda laughed. “You bet me that money that I wouldn’t be your assistant! And I’m not!”

“I see,” said Magnifco. “And what is it you do for a living Brenda?”

“I’m an HR director at a major credit card company!”

Magnifico looked at her questioningly. “Are you sure?” And he tapped her on the forehead suddenly. “Deep sleep”.

Brenda’s head dipped forward.

“Good girl...good girl,” Magnifico coo’d. “When I tap your forehead again you will open your eyes, but you won’t be able to remember what you do for you living. You will find this very distressing. Very worrisome. In fact, it is so distressing that when I tell you what you do do for a living, you will be very relieved and happy that you have such a wonderful job...and open your eyes Brenda!”

Magnifico tapped her again.

“So Brenda,” he continued. “You were about to tell me what you do for a living...”

“Yes I...” Brenda began. And then a worry crossed her face. What did she do for a living? She should know, right? It was very distressing. She felt like she was going to have a panic attack.

“Are you all right there Brenda?” Magnifico asked.

“Yes,” Brenda lied. “It’s just that I’m...I’m....”

Magnifico put a tender arm on hers. “That’s okay...sometimes I forget what I do for a living...that’s why I put that huge sign on my van to remind me! Maybe you have a business card you could show me? Do people still have business cards?”

“Oh that’s a great idea!” said Brenda and she began to go into her wallet in her purse. But before she could find purchase—”

“Deep sleep Brenda! Good girl.”

Down she went.

“Brenda as you pull out your business card you’re going to find that your job title has been changed to ‘Magician’s Assistant’ and that the company you work for is ‘Magnifico the Magnificent’...and...eyes open!”

Brenda pulled out a card. “Here it is!” she exclaimed. She looked at it. This couldn’t possibly be right, could it?

“What’s it say Brenda?”

Brenda read the card but not before admiring the subtle off-white coloring. The tasteful thickness of it. It even had a watermark. “Brenda McGee....M...M...Magician’s Assistant Magnifico the Magnificent.”

Brenda couldn’t believe it. She was sure she wasn’t a magician’s assistant. But her card said otherwise...it also meant....it also meant she lost on the $200. She looked horribly crestfallen.

“Brenda what’s wrong?” Magnifico asked with concern.

“I...I am a magician’s assistant. Your assistant!” Brenda pointed at Magnifico. “I guess I’m not getting that $200. I really wanted to get some new shoes!”

Laughter all around.

“Don’t be sad Brenda!” Magnifico said. “Magician’s assistant’s make great money! I’m sure you’ll make that $200 easy.” Magnifico turned to the crowd and shook his head ‘no’.

“Really?!” Brenda said, her spirits uplifted.

“Absolutely!” Magnifico reassured her. Once again, an aside to the crowd as he shook his head and mouthed the word, “No.”

“Now why don’t we do some tricks for these good folks!” Magnifico said, and he helped her stand.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the Beautiful Brenda, my lovely assistant!”

Applause.

“Now for our first trick, we are going to demonstrate our psychic abilities! I am going to have Brenda pick a card out of this deck...and she will look at it...without showing it to me...and by using the power of our minds...I will tell you what the card is! Brenda are you ready?”

“I am ready!”

“I am ready, what?”

“I am ready...uh now!”

“No I mean you’re supposed to use my name! Try again! Brenda! Are you ready?”

“I am ready, Magnifco!”

“Magnifico the what?”

“Magnifico the Magnificent!” said Brenda, trying desperately to get on with the trick.

Magnifco fanned out a deck in front of her. She was about to pick a card when suddenly....Magnifico deftly tapped her on the forehead and gave her this command as her eyes closed:

“Brenda, when you look at your card I want to exclaim proudly and loudly what the card is. You will not remember telling me the card and will be absolutely astonished when I tell you what it is!”

He tapped her again and her eyes opened, focused intently on the cards.

Brenda took a card, looked at it, and the proudly exclaimed, “THE SEVEN OF SPADES” and quickly held the card tight to her chest so Magnifico could not see it.

Magnifico collapsed the deck and held it to his temple.

“I’m sensing a card missing...is it...is it...the seven of spades?”

Brenda jumped up and down. She was so excited the trick had worked.

“Yes, yes!” she exclaimed. And she showed the card to the crowd.

Magnifico turned to the crowd. “Now if only I could hypnotize all of you, this magic thing would be a snap!”

Magnifico paused for a moment. Someone was speaking to him in his earpiece. It was a woman’s voice he knew quite well. Hard not to recognize that high squeaky voice. “I want to audition her. I want to see how she looks.” the voice said. Magnifico nodded his head, knowing his acknowledgement would be relayed back.

Magnifico took the card back from Brenda and looked at her a moment...as if something was off.

“Brenda?” He asked slightly skeptically.

“Yes?”

“Is your name really Brenda?” He asked again.

“Yes of course!” I showed you my card, Brenda McGee! Magician’s Assistant!”

Magnifico quickly stepped in close and tapped Brenda on the forehead.

“Sleep for me Brenda, but remain standing. Good girl.”

Brenda’s head drooped, but she remained upright. Magnifico addressed the crowd. He spoke in slightly hushed tones as if not to alert Brenda.

“Folks,” he said. “I don’t want to alarm anyone...but I think we’ve ensorcelled a celebrity in disguise!”

He looked at Brenda.

“She might look like Ms. Plain Jane from the great plains, but I am starting to suspect she is actually a famous Hollywood personality in disguise, having a laugh at our expense!”

Magnifico walked over to the van. Someone had placed a large blond wig, a white blouse and some sunglasses on the chair. Magnifico retrieved them and walked behind Brenda. He adjusted her head up.

“Head up!” he commanded and she stood up tall. He placed the wig on her head. He slid the oversized white blouse over her shirt and buttoned it up. Finally he placed the sunglasses on her. He stood back to admire his handiwork.

Someone from the crowd yelled, “It’s Angelyne!”

Magnifico turned and looked at the audience in utter delight.

“Oh my God, you’re right!” he exclaimed. “It is Angelyne, the billboard queen of Los Angeles! Here before us in the flesh!”

Magnifico tapped Brenda on the forehead again.

“Brenda open your eyes!” he exclaimed excitedly. “Why didn’t you tell us you were actually Angelyne! How about a big round of applause for Angelyne, star of such classic films like Earth Girls are Easy! Why did you tell us your name is Brenda?”

Brenda seemed very confused.

“Uh...I’m not Angelyne. My name is Brenda.”

“But you look just like her!” Magnifco insisted. “Who wants a selfie with Angelyne? Come on up here!”

An excited middle-aged man ran forward and gave Magnifico his phone and stood next to Brenda.

“Go ahead and put your arm around her buddy! She’s Angelyne! She’s used to it!”

Before Brenda could object, the man grabbed her tightly around the waist. Magnifico took the picture and walked the phone over to Brenda to show the both of them. Brenda couldn’t understand why she was wearing a wig and sunglasses and this over-sized blouse.

“Wait this isn’t right....”Brenda objected. “I’m not Angelyne...she’s a dumb blonde! She’s a ditz. She’s on all those ridiculous billboards. And she’s got those ridiculous fake breasts! I don’t look anything like her! My name is Brenda!”

Brenda was about to tear her wig off, when Magnifico stepped in and put her back to sleep. He held her close.

“When I tap you on the forehead again, your name will no longer be Brenda. It will be Angelyne. If anyone asks you your name, you will tell them, “My name is Angelyne. Millionaire. I own a mansion and a pink Corvette. Do you understand?” Brenda nodded her head. Tap.

Brenda’s eyes opened. Magnifico stepped in quickly before she could make sense of things.

“I’m sorry, I seem to have forgotten your name. What is it again.”

Automatically Brenda answered, “ My name is Angelyne. Millionaire. I own a mansion and a pink Corvette” Brenda was shocked that she’d said that! It wasn’t true! Was it?

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t quite hear that...what was your name again?”

Again. “ My name is Angelyne. Millionaire. I own a mansion and a pink Corvette.” Again, Brenda found this very distressing. Why was she saying this?

Magnifico seemed unconvinced. He looked Brenda over to see what was missing.

“Well you look an awful lot like Angelyne” he began, “Nice gams. Pretty face. Good bone structure...but something’s missing...what could be missing....I know! A giant pair of tits!”

Laughter from the crowd. Shock from Brenda, but before she could object Magnifico moved in close and dropped her once again.

“Listen to me carefully Angelyne, as you know they call them dumb blondes for a very good reason. And as you know, the bigger the chest, the smaller the brain....so what’s going to happen...as your chest begins to grow you’re going to get dumber and dumber...the bigger your breasts the dumber you are....and open your eyes.”

Magnifico stepped back. “So Angelyne, I realized what’s wrong...your tits have vanished!”

Brenda looked down at her modest bust.

“But I am Magnifico! And I have with me a magic spell to restore your bust to its former glory! As I chant your mammories will regain their mammoth proportions!”

Magnifico waved his hands and began to chant, “Bippity Bobbity Boobs! Bippity Bobbity Boobs!”

Soon the crowd started in. “Bibbity Bobbity Boobs!”

And then the strangest thing happened. Brenda’s boobs began to grow. Not just in her mind. Not an illusion. Not an imaginary tale! But her blouse was starting to rise with a pair of sizable breasts!

Of course Magnifico had activated the concealed remote in hand that started the inflation mechanism on her fake boobs shirt, but to everyone...including Brenda...it seemed like magic.

As Brenda watched her boobs grow, she felt her intelligence fading away just as Magnifico had predicted. Magnifico watched in glee as all signs of intelligence began to fade from her face.

“What’s the matter Angelyne” he mocked, “Getting hard to think? Thoughts becoming cloudy?”

Brenda tried to think of a witty response. Something sharp and cutting. But there was nothing. It was like her brain was filling with cotton candy.

“Hey Angelyne!,” called Magnifico, “Who’s the president?”

“Of what?”

“Of the United States!”

“What about the United Sates?”

“Who’s the president?!”

“Of what?”

Magnifico wondered if maybe he’d made her too stupid. Her breasts were at Angelyne size..a pleasant E cup.

“Who is the president of the United States, Angelyne?!” he asked with some exasperation.

“Oh that’s easy!” said Brenda. “It’s....it’s...that guy.”

“That guy? Can you be more specific?”

“You know...that president guy!” Brenda giggled. The crowd laughed with her.

In his earpiece, Magnifico was getting word that their client wanted a closer look at Brenda. That she might be a suitable candidate. Time to wrap it up.

Magnifico announced to the crowd that Angelyne’s time was almost up, and if anyone would like some selfies, now would be the time. A throng of people crushed in to get their photos taken with Angelyne. Several people made generous tips to Magnifico, and more often to Angelyne, placing a few dollars in her cleavage, which made her giggle.

As the crowd thinned Magnifico had Brenda sit back in the chair by the van.

“Okay Angelyne, “ he said “Wave to the crowd. It’s almost time for night night.”

Brenda waved enthusiastically and people waved back. Magnifico tapped her on the forehead once more.

“Deep sleep my good girl,” he commanded. And Brenda collapsed once again like a rag doll. She didn’t even notice that the chair she was sitting on was slowly retracting into the curtain by the open van. Once she was all the way in, the van door closed, quietly.

Inside the van was a rather sterile environment. The inside of the transit van almost looked like a doctor’s office.

Magnifico entered through the rear doors and removed his hat and mustache. All his majesty, his stage presence, vanished and it was down to business. He tapped Brenda on the forehead again.

“Eyes open, look at me, Angelyne,” he said in his Magnifico voice. He removed the sunglasses from her face.

Brenda looked up at him. He was holding her phone in front of her. It unlocked.

“And deep asleep,” he commanded as he waved his hands in front of her eyes. Her eyes closed obediently and her head drooped. She had not registered anything in the van. Not the two other people inside, and not naked Stephanie in a wheelchair who was deeply asleep. Affixed to her face was a mask that was attached to a gas canister. On the tip of her finger was a O2 sensor, the results of which were displayed on one of the monitors that lined the other side of the van.

Magnifico handed the phone to the tech sitting there. Immediately he began performing an audit of Brenda’s life. He paired the phone with his laptop and began ingesting the data. The other tech began rummaging through Brenda’s purse. He pulled out her conference registration ID and other things.

Brenda’s life began to appear throughout the screens in the van. Her photos, her social media, her workplace emails, everything.

“What do you think?” Magnifico asked of the techs, in his regular voice.

The first tech was pouring over the data. Clearly he had done this before.

“It’s going to take some time to sort through this data,” he said. “But my 2 minute evaluation is telling me this: Brenda McGee of Dover, Delaware. Forty-One years old. Masters Degree in Business. Director of HR. Makes decent money. Divorced. Two daughters, grown, living elsewhere. She lives alone. Not even a pet.”

Brenda’s photos and facebook splayed out next.

“Looking at her photos and facebook....”he continued, “I’d wager she doesn’t have a lot of friends. Most of this is work stuff. I’m not seeing many girlfriends, a few, but sporadic. The divorce was fairly recent. It looks like that was her life: marriage, family. After it fell apart she really buried herself in work. Or so it would appear. We’ll know more when we dive deeper but my gut instinct is that she’s a good candidate. It’s not unrealistic to think she might get recruited at a conference like this and decide to stay in California. Not a lot of ties to keep...mostly her daughters but we can keep them at arm’s length.” The tech addressed the other man who was studying the hypnotized Brenda. “What’s your thoughts doc?”

The doctor addressed Magnifico. “Mike, can you have her stand for me please?”

Magnifico, or rather Mike tapped Brenda again. “Stand for us please Angelyne and look straight ahead. You won’t register anything you see or hear until I tell you.”

Brenda stood up promptly and opened her eyes. She stared vacantly.

“She certainly takes directions well.” said the one they called Doc. He looked at her with an evaluative eye. “The height’s good. I like her bone structure. Won’t require too much work on the face...just a little nip, here and there....can you have her remove her clothes?”

Mike considered the request. At some point, Brenda’s hidden observer, the one that’s supposed to keep her safe, the one that might realize what sort of danger she’s in, should kick in and rouse her from hypnosis. But she took to the suggestions so well. Mike wondered....what if this is what she really wants. Deep down. To be fawned over and admired. To take selfies with her fans. He thought about the hateful things she’d said about Angelyne. Maybe that’s what she thought on the surface. But deep down...maybe she wanted to be like her.

“Prepare a needle,” Mike said. “Just in case.”

Mike gently rubbed Brenda’s temples and looked at her closely. “Angelyne,” he coo’d. “In a moment I want you to remove your clothes. Just take them off and hand them to me like you’ve done so many times before. We need to fit you for some new clothes. We’re on our way to a photoshoot and we want to try some new outfits before we get there. Everyone here has seen you naked so many times. It’s so natural for you to be naked in front of us. You don’t even think about it....when I tap your forehead you’ll start to get undressed....for the photoshoot....”

Mike hesitated and then tapped Brenda. She looked at him. With concern. The doc was just beside her...ready to jab her if things went sideways...but then she said,

“How much time do we have?” Do I have time to get my nails done?” Brenda asked innocently. Her voice was getting higher. Almost squeaky. Like a Betty Boop impression.

Everyone in the van laughed and the mood eased. The doc put the needle away as Brenda began unbuttoning her shirt. As her ‘Angelyne’ shirt and her fake boobs fell away, she began to panic through.

“Where are my boobs!?” she asked in genuine panic. “What happened to my boobs!?”

Mike moved in quickly. “Angelyne, look at me!” She looked up for a moment and he waved his hand in front of her face. “Deep sleep.” he commanded quietly, and she went back down.

“Angelyne,” he said, “when you open your eyes you will imagine your breasts as they have always been, large, bountiful and beautiful. When you look at them or see them in a mirror they will appear as you have always known them to be...the envy of women everywhere, and the object of lust of every man lucky enough to see them. Eyes open now.”

Brenda opened her eyes. She looked down and seemed please that her breasts were normal. She began to stroke and knead them now. She moaned in pleasure.

“Angelyne,” said Mike, “we still need to get ready for photo shoot, remember? Can you finish getting undressed?”

Brenda just giggled stupidly. “I’m sorry! I’m such a stupid!” And removed the rest of her clothes.

“Beautiful Angelyne,” said Mike, “Just beautiful...you’re such a perfect beauty....and now I want you to pretend to be a mannequin for us. I want you to just freeze your arms in place....” Mike began to position Brenda in a pose and he felt her stiffening as she assumed the position he was suggesting.

“Yes...”he continued. “That’s right...your limbs are getting stiffer and stiffer, but we can move them with ease...you’re doing so well....”

“Th...th...”Brenda tried to say. But her jaw was so stiff...she couldn’t even say ‘Thank you’.

Mike stepped away and the doc moved in and began to examine her more closely. He held a marker in his hand and began to freely draw on Brenda his plans for her surgery.

Aside from her breasts, there wasn’t a whole lot he wanted to do. Bit of nip/tuck around the tummy. Slight tuck on the butt, but it was pretty firm as it was. Some lift work on the eyes. Give them a little more shape. Brenda’s thick lips were already a pretty good match for Angelyne’s already and her cheek bones gave her face a very similar structure. Perhaps a little less in the cheeks. Jaw line was a fairly close match. When Doc backed away Brenda looked like a marked up dresser’s dummy. Doc took out his phone and snapped a few pics and sent them off. In a moment his phone rang.

“So,” he said, “These are my plans for her. I think she’s a good match. For her age, she’s in great shape...we should get a lot of years out of her. But the choice is yours.”

There was a moment of silence on the phone. And then a voice. A high squeaky feminine voice.

“You may pwoceed, dawctor.” said the voice.

Doc put his phone away.

“It’s a go boys. Good day for us. A Veronica Lake and Angelyne herself! I’m gonna get a condo in vail! Mike, please prep Ms. Angelyne for surgery.”

Mike unfolded a wheelchair and helped Brenda into it. There was a gas canister attached to the chair. Mike retrieved the gas mask and placed it over Brenda’s face. She offered no resistance.

“Angelyne...I want you to take some deep breaths for me,” he said quietly. “You’re going to smell something wonderful that’s going to help you relax. And when you wake up....you’re going to be even more beautiful than you are now...if you can believe it.”

Mike turned the gas canister on. There was a faint hissing sound. He saw Brenda breathe in deeply.

“You’re doing so well, Angelyne.” he said as he attached an O2 monitor to her finger. Now I want you to count down from 10 for me.”

Brenda was so happy to comply. Even Angelyne could count backwards from 10.

“Ten” she said with her happy squeaky voice.

“Nine”

“Eight....” her voice was getting less squeaky, less animated the further down she went. Less Angelyne.

“S...seven...”

“Si....”

And as her eyes closed Mike thought he could just see a hint of Brenda looking back at him.

END OF CHAPTER 1