Ok, so at the time, it seemed like a good idea. My friend and I like to hypnotize each other. It's fun. We get to be something else, and we get to remake them into someone else. Fun and free! However, what happens when u hypnotize someone into being someone else, and they in turn hypnotize you. Well, you get one hypno leading another hypno, and that can only mean trouble.

Friday started out normal. Kinley came over as usual. We were headed out to get her new tires for her car. Not very exciting, but it had to be done. When she comes over, she whines about not having a date. I told her that I am her date, but since we are both not into each other that way, it doesn't count. So, I said (my mistake here), "just hypno me to think I'm a guy. We could probably disguise me with some closure or something."

I was not being serious, but she did not question me. She triggered me right then. While I stood there frozen, she went to my closet for some clothes. My ex boy friend left some over here, and she figured to make them fit. Within about 20 minutes, I was dressed and groomed like a man (my hair was short already) with all the thoughts of a guy. Of course, I was missing the hardware of a guy, but one water filled balloon later, I was looking the part.

She brought me out, and our evening started over. We talked like a dating couple. I wanted to drive her there, like a guy should. I wanted to talk to the mechanic only, like a guy should. I could not believe how stereotypical male I had become. Now, I know she appreciated the chivalrous acts (opening doors, paying for Starbucks), but it was getting ridiculous.

Anyway, while at the tire place, which is part of a large retail store that specializes in bulk, we walked around for about 30 minutes. Evidently, we had a bit of a fight. I don't know exactly why I got upset, but I did. She tried to storm off, but then I did the unthinkable: i triggered her. So, one hypnotized person just hypnotized someone else. Yikes!

The guy in me wanted to have revenge or something, so he told her to put on the clothes off this rack and stand next to a mannequin in the store aisle. She did as requested, removing articles of clothing then redressing. The store was pretty empty at the time, so no one noticed. Once she was posed, I (no, he) left her. They had called over the loud speaker our tires were done, so he left.

I figure he planned on coming back to get her, but he did not get the chance. He has speeding and got pulled over. The police officer was pretty miffed when i did not match my drivers license photo. I could not explain the situation, because I was hypnotized, which also meant I could not tell him that. Anyway, he ended up tasing me and arresting me (admittedly, I was pretty belligerent). I was about to spend the night in jail...definitely not part of the plan.

Kinley is still in the store window waiting for me. She has kept her pose perfectly, and no one has noticed. The store closes for the night, and she stays right there. Around 3 or so in the morning, her bladder wakes her up. "Oh," she squeals, " I gotta go!" Throwing caution to the wind, she sprints in her new, display clothes to the store bathroom.

Coming out, she recognizes where she is but not why she is there. Looking down, she can tell these are not her clothes. She starts looking for her cell phone, which she can't find because I took it with me (so it's locked in the car on the side of the road).

Thinking the best, she assumes I got locked out and is waiting for her outside. So, she only has to get out of the store undetected. While she ponders that, she sees a flashlight from the security guard. Remembering where she was standing, she steps back into the display with the other mannequin.

The security guard ignores her humanity, but he does stop to check out each mannequin. Fortunately, he has gloves on, so he does not notice her body warmth when he runs his hand over her butt. He also does not grope her, which would have been a shock to him, as she is soft not hard like plastic.

He walks slowly away, so she makes her way to the doors. The doors are locked, so without a key, she can't get out. Heading to the back storage rooms, she hopes to find a way out. She sees a garage door, but again, all locks need a key.

As she ponders this, she hears voices outside the garage door. Looking around, she sees a cart of mannequins wearing exercise outfits. She figured she could hide there until the voices come inside, then she can sneak out.

Stripping down to her underwear, she steps up on the cart, hoping they don't look too close at her. Now, it's a good thing it was her not me. Kinley is in great shape, so her model figure matches a mannequin. For me, it would take a tight corset to pull me together.

Anyway, the voices come inside and immediately go to her cart. They are there to pick the cart of exercise mannequins for a fitness center opening. Not what she wanted, but they ignore the contents of the cart and roll it on the truck. It's amazing, I figure, that people just assume so much. I mean, they came for mannequins, so everything on the cart must be a mannequin (even if it is not).

About this time, I am coming out of my trance. I'm shocked, to say the least, to find myself in a holding cell at the county jail. I'm handcuffed to the chair, and to make matters worst, I'm still dressed like a guy.

"So," another officer asks, "can you explain why your dressed like a man?" I laugh nervously and reply, "well, it all started with..."

It took me a couple hours, but I was able to convince the guy of what really happened. Since he was not the arresting officer, he noted that I did not seem threatening or insulting in any way. He agreed to release me with a warning, but I would still have to pay the speeding ticket. With a sigh of relief, I gladly paid it.

As I am getting in my car, Kinley and her new mannequin friends are being delivered to the crossfit gym on her side of town. The delivery guys barely stop the truck before they roll the cart out and stop it behind the back door of the gym. With a note attached to the cart's handle, they leave us outside in the alley as they pull away.

She did not know what time it was, but she could see the first light of dawn breaking. Figuring it was now or never, she hopped off the cart and begin walking down the alley. She figured the owners would be there soon, and she did want to be there when they were.

Now, she tried to convince me how embarrassing it was to be walking around in her underwear, but I am not so sure. Granted, I could not do it, but I think she might have enjoyed it. The good news: she did not run into anyone during her few minute walk back to her apartment.

So while that was happening, I was driving around trying to find her. I had gone back to the department store, and even though it was closed now, I could look in the windows and see that she was gone. I was not too worried (yet), but I really did want to find her.

I drove around the mall area looking for her. I eventually decided that she might have gotten a ride home, since she had no idea where I was. You cannot imagine me relief when I get to her apartment and she answers the door.

I thought she might be mad at me, but instead, she hugs me in the doorway and says, "that was like the best hypno role play ever!" I smiled in agreement, replying, "I know it, right?! Such a turn on..."

Epilogue
We have tried to do this again, but it has never been as great as that first time where we lost all control of the situation.