Announcementcontent warning: consensual hypnosis / hypnokinkI really hadn't been sure if it would work, or how effective it might be when I gave the order and snapped my fingers. So I was pleasantly surprised and a little impressed to see Gwen's eyes gze over as her expression became bnk.

  Her shoulders slumped and her head nodded forward slightly, while her hands ended up resting limp on her p. Her breathing was slow and steady as if she was in a deep sleep. And her mouth hung open slightly, which made me think she'd probably start drooling if I left her like that for a couple minutes.

  "Wow," I said to myself as I stared at my hypnotized friend.

  It only took me a second or two before I came up with an idea to try. It was hard not to smile as I told Gwen, "In my home the proper uniform for maids is nothing at all. So when you're doing housework or chores here, you will do them completely naked."

  "That only applies to indoor work," I added a moment ter. I didn't want her getting in trouble for taking out the trash or something like that. "If you have to leave the house you'll put on some clothes first."

  Rather than wake her right away I left her in the trance for a bit longer, while I tried to think of some other things to do with her. Another idea came to me a half minute ter, and once again it was hard not to smile. This one would be a post-hypnotic trigger, and if it worked I could see it being a lot of fun for all three of us.

  "Any time either me or Chelsea call you Pretty, your body will respond by getting Horny," I stated. "Being called Pretty makes you Horny, Gwyneth. The more often you hear us say you're Pretty the more Horny you will become. Pretty, will make your nipples harden. Pretty, will get you wet down below. And by Pretty, I mean literally dripping wet down there. Pretty, because you'll have trouble thinking about anything other than sex. Pretty, as in you will need to orgasm. That's the only way you can fix the Horny, Gwyneth. It won't go away until you cum. You'll just get more and more Horny every time you hear me or Chelsea call you Pretty, until you need to cum. You'll need to cum Gwyneth, that's what being Pretty does to you. That's what being Pretty means to you. Pretty means Horny. Pretty means you're hot, bothered, wet, needy, Horny, desperate to cum."

  The whole time I was talking Gwen remained completely motionless, her breathing didn't speed up or slow down. It was kind of freaky actually, like my best friend really was a bnk ste, just sitting there quietly while I basically loaded a new subroutine into her head.

  That seemed like enough for now though. She had a command and a trigger we could test, so all that remained was to wake her up. It took me another moment to figure out the best way to do that, and I also put some thought into whether or not she should be aware of the stuff I said while she was under. I figured the best option was to just let her decide, so that's how I phrased it when I woke her up.

  "On the count of three you'll leave the trance and return to normal wakefulness," I stated. "You will remember everything I've told you during this trance, but it's up to you whether those memories will be part of your conscious awareness or not. One. Two. Three. Wake!"

  Gwen blinked a couple times as she straightened up. Then with an uncertain look on her face she asked, "Did it work? Did anything happen?"

  "I'm not sure?" I replied, while I fought to suppress another smile. "It looked like you went into a trance for a bit. Maybe we can do more testing ter?"

  That seemed to make her happy. Then she stood up and started undressing in front of me like it was the most normal thing in the world. As she stripped she said, "I should get back to the undry now, if that's ok miss?"

  "Uh, yeah," I nodded slowly as I stared. Part of me hadn't really believed the commands would work, but it certainly seemed like it.

  Soon enough my best friend was completely nude. She carefully folded up the clothes she'd borrowed from me earlier, then set them down on the corner of my bed. While she was there she also straightened out the wrinkles in the duvet from where she'd been sitting on it. Then she gave me a little smile and headed for the door, on her way to go finish her chores.

  I was still staring, but I smiled back. And just before she left I commented, "I'd better get back to work as well. Even if I'd rather just keep watching you, because you sure are pretty."

  She almost stumbled when I said that st word, but apart from that there wasn't a huge reaction. Her cheeks looked slightly pink again, and her breathing seemed a little quicker. Then again, the trigger was a cumutive thing, and if it worked like I wanted her arousal would only go up whenever she heard the trigger, until she couldn't think of anything but her next orgasm.

  "Thank you miss," Gwen mumbled as she continued on out of my bedroom.

  I was still smiling, and something told me she'd be a bit distracted during the rest of her chores. For that matter I was feeling a little distracted too after all that, but I forced myself to focus on the ptop again.

  I still needed to solve our main problem, but it seemed like I wasn't going to find the answers I needed in the inventory editor. In fact I started to think that without any documentation or even a basic understanding of how it all worked or what it was really meant for, my chances of stumbling onto a perfect solution were probably really low.

  Which meant either I needed to find a better way to learn how the thing really worked, or we were all going to have to return to our old bodies by the end of the day tomorrow. Or I'd have to swallow my morals and go with Chelsea's suggestion.

  It actually annoyed me a bit that the evil option was also potentially the easiest, not to mention the first solution we found. And if it did turn out to be the only option then I'd probably end up doing it, but I'd be as nice about it as I could. Like Chels said, maybe we could arrange it so her dad's business trip became a permanent assignment. Then I could take ownership of the house.

  Actually maybe that wouldn't be so bad after all? It wasn't hurting anyone, only maniputing some circumstances. It still wasn't my first choice though, and I remained hopeful that there were better options somewhere in that little pink computer. I just had to find them.

  Unfortunately I'd only just got started when I found myself distracted one again, by Chelsea this time. She wandered into my bedroom then moved to stand next to me at the desk.

  "Uh, Lisa?" she asked, "Is there any particur reason Gwen's doing undry in the nude? I asked her but she didn't seem to think there was anything unusual about it."

  My cheeks started warming up again but I couldn't help smiling as I expined, "It turns out Gwen has a thing for hypnokink? So I indulged her, and now she thinks she has to be naked whenever she's doing maid stuff."

  "She gave me her permission first," I added quickly. "And she won't do anything that makes her uncomfortable."

  Chels gave me a funny look, "Since when do you know how to hypnotize people?"

  I grimaced, "I don't. I cheated and set something up with the ptop, so I can put her into a trance whenever I want."

  "Seriously?" the cute blonde asked as her eyebrows shot up. That quickly gave way to curiosity as she asked, "How does it work? And what else can you do with that thing?"

  Without going into all the details I gave her a quick expnation of what I did for Gwen. I also told her about the trigger word, so she could use it to make my friend horny too. Then I shrugged, "As far as what else it can do, I have no idea. It can probably do almost anything? You've seen the character sheet Chels, you know how detailed it is. And we've all had first-hand experience of how powerful it is."

  She nodded slowly as her expression shifted to something between thoughtful and excited. "So you used your reality-bending computer to do something kinky for your best friend. Does that mean you'd do that for me too?"

  I nodded, "Sure. Like I said at breakfast, as long as it's consensual it's ok with me. So um, what did you have in mind?"

  "It's actually kind of embarrassing to talk about," she grimaced. She gestured at the ptop and added, "It'd probably be easier if I could just do it myself?"

  That made me hesitate. The more I learned about it the more dangerous it seemed. And even though Chelsea had been nice to me since yesterday afternoon, she'd been pretty awful for years before that. Plus she made it clear this morning that she didn't have a problem using the ptop to mess with her father. On the other hand, I could definitely rete to not wanting to talk about embarrassing stuff. And she didn't do anything nasty when she had the ptop st night, even though she had plenty of opportunity.

  After a second or two I finally replied, "Ok, but only if you promise you're not going to edit anything other than your own character sheet."

  "Of course," she agreed. "I only want to make some changes to my own sheet. Like I said, it's a little too embarrassing to talk about?"

  I knew she was trying to either ftter or flirt with that st bit, but it still made me smile to hear it. Then I pointed out, "Whatever it is you're so embarrassed about, you know I'm probably going to see it at some point while I'm working with this thing, right?"

  Her cheeks coloured again as she nodded, "Yeah. That doesn't seem so bad though? Not like having to tell you to your face."

  That made sense to me too. So I opened the character editor then swiped my thumb on the sensor when it prompted me. I selected her character from the Recents screen, then took the ptop off its dock and offered it to Chelsea. "Here you go."

  "Thanks Lisa," Chels smiled as she took the little computer from me. Then she went and sat crosslegged on my bed with it on her p, and began quietly tapping away at the small keyboard.

  While she was doing that I turned my attention to the other two computers on my desk. I hadn't even really looked at them since they appeared yesterday, which was funny. Normally I'd have been all over a new computer, especially something as impressive-looking as these things. But compared to that tiny pink ptop they seemed a little mundane and dull.

  Still, I powered them both up to see if there might be something special about them after all.

  Unfortunately not. One was a souped-up gaming machine, the other seemed more like it was meant for hacking. And if I'd got my hands on either of them a day or two earlier I'd have been practically drooling over them. Now they were just mildly interesting diversions. Although it did cross my mind that maybe the hacking machine was a suggestion of how the real Lisa got all that money. Either as a white-hat or bck-hat hacker.

  After a few minutes I powered off both machines, then turned back towards Chelsea to see how she was doing. To my surprise she was till poking away at the ptop, which left me wondering what she was up to. It seemed like she'd been at it a long time.

  "Hey Chels?" I asked. "Everything ok there?"

  Her cheeks coloured again as she responded, "I'm almost finished Lisa. Just a sec."

  There was a bit more typing, then she stared at the screen for a couple seconds before nodding to herself. She finally looked up at me and with her cheeks even brighter she confessed, "I um, maybe got a bit carried away? And I might have gone into your character sheet..."

  "I haven't saved anything though!" she added quickly, before I could react. "I was tempted, but I know you'd be angry if I did that. So um, maybe you can look at it then decide for yourself if you want to save the changes or not?"

  I gave her a hard look, but I tried not to get too upset with her. After all, she resisted the temptation and decided to do the right thing in the end. So I got up and moved to sit next to her on the bed, then took the little computer back so I could have a look at what she'd done.

  Sure enough it was on my character screen, and I took a few minutes to carefully review everything. She'd added a brief comment in that Notes section, and made a couple minor changes to one of the sub-screens, but that was it. And to be fair, she hadn't done anything major or negative.

  "Did you make any changes to your own character?" I asked after a few seconds. "Or was mine the only one you were interested in?"

  Chelsea replied quietly, "I did stuff to mine too."

  I asked, "What about Gwen?"

  "No," she shook her head. "I didn't even open hers."

  "Ok," I nodded slowly as I considered the situation.

  I didn't bother looking at Chelsea's sheet to see what she'd done to herself, I'd find out soon enough. And I didn't have any problem with what she'd done to mine either. The fact that she'd broken her promise and edited my data was an issue, but she owned up to it before anything happened then left it up to me to decide whether or not to accept it.

  After a couple seconds I decided to go for it. I had the ptop save the changes, and a moment ter the blue LED came on as it began updating our characters.

  PurpleCatGirl