"hmm..." Rhianna sat up and began pacing around Janine, taking in every detail of the still panicking girl as she mumbled to herself.
“The new hair doesn’t look half bad, maybe… no… but if we tweaked a little there…”
Janine could feel Rhianna’s gaze on the back of her head, pressing down on her. Soon, she couldn’t stand it anymore, and worked up the nerve to speak, “please! You don’t have to do any more, I can-“
CLAP, “Alright then, I see what we got to work with here!” Rhianna looked to the rest of the squad as she sauntered back in front of Janine, “this one’s going to take a minute, you all can clear out.” She turned back to Janine with an almost predatory grin, pulling the pocket watch back out. “Now, let’s get you settled in for my little project, and… loosened up a little.”
Rhianna sat back in her chair and began swinging the watch again. Janine tried with all her might to close her eyes and turn away, but the compulsion was too powerful, her eyes were glued to the watch’s face, even before the hypnotic pendulum resumed.
“Every time I change a part of you, you’ll feel intense, sexual pleasure in that area; even if it’s somewhere without much feeling, like your hair. The thought of transforming excites you on some level, no matter how bad it is.”
“Every time you change a part of me, I’ll feel intense, sexual pleasure in that area; even if it’s somewhere without much feeling, like my hair. The thought of transforming excites me on some level, no matter how bad it is.”
Janine began to gently moan as she finished repeating, her head craning back as the sensation began, like invisible fingers reaching inside her head and massaging her brain. Even as her body tensed up in fear of what was happening, she couldn’t suppress the blush forming on her pale face.
But the spectacle was quickly cut off by a frustrated sigh, coming from behind her captor, “come on Rhi, quit screwing around and just tell the bitch she was always a nerd, or whatever, and get it over with, everyone’s waiting!”
Rhianna inhaled deeply, before slowly standing up to turn towards the voice, a single cheerleader who had stayed behind, “Barb.” She said, clearly trying not to snap at her junior, “don’t interrupt me when I’m getting in a groove. If I’m going to do this, I’m going to do it right. Do you know how lame Janine would turn out if I just told her to be whatever clique I wanted to put her in?”
Barb scoffed, “exactly as lame as the rest of them? Like that’s exactly the point? Leave the fucking projects to the art students, why don’t you.”
“Well, back when I put you in that chair and told you to ‘be a cheerleader’, apparently you interpreted that as being a basic bitch. So maybe that’s why I do things carefully now!”
“YOU WHA-…” like someone flipped a switch, Barb’s shock and outrage vanished, and she just stood there, silently staring into space. Rhianna walked over to Barb, her own manic energy replaced by fatigue. Rhianna placed one arm on Barb’s shoulder as the other swayed the watch in front of her face, if Barb was even aware of what was happening, she didn’t show it.
“Hey now, don’t you worry about what just happened,” she almost whispered, as if trying to console her teammate, “you should head out and catch up with the others now.”
“Yeah.” Barb replied matter of factly, even as her vacant expression held, “see you at practice!” Barb blinked rapidly a few times as Rhianna stopped swinging the watch, then jogged out the door as if nothing strange had happened.
Janine, however, had almost the same thousand-yard stare as Barb just did, but her expression was one of dumbstruck horror at the exchange. How many people has she done this to?!? Janine tried to force her body to move, to struggle for dear life against her bonds, but she was frozen in place. A cold sweat broke out across her whole body, even as it made her sex burn.
Rhianna turned back to her captive with a sigh, “One of my first attempts at this. I do feel bad about it honestly, but while I can make radical changes to a personality, well… there’s no personality left in that one, just a walking stereotype. I’d have to build something new from scratch.” The sinister gleam in her eye returned as she quickly trotted over to Janine, “but you have my word, that won’t be a concern with you. Now,” she began swinging the watch again, “just repeat these words.”
Rather than sitting, Rhianna stood in front of Janine and leaned far forward, bracing her free hand on Janine’s thigh, brushing her face on Janine’s fiery locks as she brought her lips close enough to whisper. The sound tickled Janine’s ear, but she repeated the words all the same,
“You’re going to make something special out of me”