Ah the joys of commuting on public transit. The noise of traffic, the smell of that one unkempt looking fellow a few seats down, the germ laden... Everything. Yet so many people, myself included, get on to buses, trains, subways, streetcars, and others each day. Most people do it because they have no choice, others do it to be environmentally friendly, and a few do it to avoid city diving. My reason is none of those. As I write this log I'm sitting behind a cute little Asian girl, probably in her mid twenties and heading back home from a class of some sort. The bus is a coach style bus, so all I can see is the back of her hat, but I chose my spot behind her carefully when I'd sat down.

One wouldn't think a bus would be a good place to do what I do, but it works better than you would think. As I'm writing this a small speaker is playing a rather innocuous little noise at a volume just loud enough for her to hear. That noise is a powerful  hypnotic suggestion, nothing too sinister though, it just instructs her to get off at a stop when she feels the back of her chair get kicked three times. Once she's off at my stop, getting off directly ahead of me, I'll start playing another of my devices that will make her follow me without bothering to wonder why. Once we're at my car, a quick suggestion that she should get in will seal her fate. A simple press of a button will spray a dollifying gas through the vents, changing her flesh to silicone rubber in mere moments. With my new toy sitting in perfect vulcanised stillness, I'll feel her up a bit to get a good guess at her measurements, and stop by the mall on my way home to get her some lingerie. Of course that won't be going on till after I've used her, dressing her back up is the signal that our game is over for another day, and I know she enjoys lovemaking as a 'doll'.