"That's wild!" she said.  My roommate: she was intrigued.  I'd told her about my
sister and I when we were girls, checking out a library book about hypnotism and
attempting it on each other and another girl we knew.  Sharon, my roommate,
wanted to know the result.

"No, we never managed a thing."

"Are you sure?"

"Well, sometimes we thought maybe we did, but looking back, I'm certain the
*subject* was merely trying their best to *be* hypnotized."

She laughed.  "*We* never thought of that when we were kids.  What possessed you,
anyway?"

"I don't know--I guess we were just curious about it--from a TV demonstration we
saw or something like that."

Now, *she* was  curious, and questioned me more about the details, though I
didn't really remember that much more about it and there really wasn't much to
tell.

But the interesting thing was noticing later that week that Sharon, herself had
checked out some books on hypnotism.  I asked her about them and she said she
found them fascinating.  She'd bought a couple of books too, and she seemed to
spend all her spare time reading them.  I actually began to worry about whether
she was becoming obsessed or something.

But then I had another worry.  I sort of remembered talking to Sharon sometimes,
but not remembering the details.  Then one night, I found myself looking at her
and a bunch of other girls from down the hall.  They were all sitting around our
room, on the beds & chairs.  I was standing, and was only wearing a towel!  And I
couldn't remember how I'd gotten there!  I looked at the girls, feeling nervous
about the whole thing: a couple of them looked to me as if they were suppressing
smiles, one of them going so far as to hold the back of her wrist in front of her
mouth.  They were all just looking at me.  I had *no memory* of how we came to be
like that!  Believe me, it was spooky.

Then another time: it was the middle of the afternoon, and I realized I was lying
in my bed under the covers, naked!  Sharon was in the room as was a friend of
hers, Marie.  They weren't paying any attention to me.  And I felt strange--like
I was shivering or something.  A shudder went through my body. I turned on my
side and surreptitiously felt myself and realized I was very wet!  I didn't know
what to do: I didn't remember a thing about how I got there--I didn't take naps
or anything like that.  Marie glanced back at me, and I caught a hint of a smile
on her face.

I worried about it.  I didn't like it--those experiences of not remembering, and
finding myself in those positions.  But I felt too funny about it to bring it up
with Sharon.

But it happened again.  I *had* to do something.  No one was in the room this
time, but I found myself on my bed, lying on my back, completely naked and
uncovered, my knees slightly raised and both hands clamped to my crotch.  And I
was *really* wet.  And I didn't remember even a hint of how I'd come to be like
that.  That night I said something.

"Yes?" she answered when I said her name.  She acted exactly like she didn't know
what I was concerned about, but I just *knew* she knew what was preying on me.

"How's your reading on hypnotism going?"

She smiled.  "Oh, just fine," she said.  She was amused: she was smiling *at* me;
I could tell.

"You can do it now?"

"Oh, I'm just reading about it because it intrigues me."

I felt funny going on with this conversation.  What should I ask her? "Sharon..."

"Yes?"

I was slow to answer even though I was the one instigating this conversation.
"About this afternoon..."

"What about it?"

It was hard to go on.  She hadn't been there at all.  I should have brought up a
time when she was definitely around.  "I... I woke up..."

"Yes?"  Oh, I *knew* she was enjoying this.

"...uh... undressed."

"Oh." she answered, perfectly calmly.  "Why are you telling me this?"

"Uh, did you... *do* anything to me?"

"Do?  I wasn't here!  You think I *played* with you while you were asleep or
something?"  She looked shocked.  I was sure that she wasn't.

"Sharon, what's going on?"

"I don't know.  You say you were lying naked on your bed?"

"Never mind!"  Suddenly I just wanted to end the conversation.

"No, you were asking me..."

"I said *never mind*"  I repeated and left the room to make sure the conversation
ended.  I thought I heard her giggle as I shut the door.

I stood there in the hall.  This was so strange--I didn't know *what* to do. I
should tell someone about it, but I couldn't imagine doing that.  Connie.  I
should tell Connie, our residence advisor.  It would be hard, but I had to do it.

"You think she's *hypnotizing* you?"  Connie looked incredulous.  It had been
hard to get the words out, and now she was looking at me like I was crazy.  My
worst fear.

"Yes."

"I've heard some strange ones since I got here, but *this*..."

"Well, it's been... weird..." I didn't know what to say.  It was obvious she
didn't believe me for a second.

"You know what she's telling me?"  I realized Connie was talking to someone
behind me.  I turned around.  It was Sharon!  "That you've been *hypnotizing*
her!"

"That's so silly," said Sharon.  She walked around in front of me to right in
front of Connie, and then reached out and lifted Connie's chin with her hand so
Connie was looking up at her.  They stared at each other for about a second, then
suddenly Connie was on her knees, lifting Sharon's skirt!

She was licking Sharon!  Sharon had nothing on under the skirt, and Connie was
kneeling there, licking her.  I stood there, like a statue, not believing what I
was seeing.  Sharon looked at me and smiled.  She looked so smug.

Then she backed away, holding Connie back from following her.  Connie was left
kneeling in front of her and Sharon briefly put her hands on Connie's face,
covering up her eyes.  When she took her hand away, Connie slipped back up to
sitting in her chair and was suddenly talking to me again: "You really can't
expect me to believe *that* story."

I stared at her: I think my mouth was hanging wide open.

"Did you talk to your residence advisor?"  It was Dean Carter.  I'd gone to her,
and told her I was having trouble with my roommate.

"Yes."

"Well?"

"She... she couldn't help."

"Why not?"

"She didn't think anything was wrong."

"What *is* wrong?"

"My roommate, Sharon Rawlinson.  She, uh, hypnotizes me."

"*Hypnotizes*?"  It was obvious she didn't believe me.

"Uh... yes."

I stared into her eyes.  She stared into mine.  "Are you sure?"  She looked like
she was trying to make sense out of what I was saying.

"Yes."

"Why... why do you let her?"

"I don't: she just does it."

The rest of the interview went no better.  It was plain to see that she was
trying to figure out if I was making this up or if I was plain crazy.  "Well,
I'll talk to her now," she finally said.

My heart sank as I retreated to the door.  She and Sharon would just have a bit
of a talk about the crazy roommate.  Sharon doesn't seem a bit weird when you
meet her.  I felt so frustrated!

Sharon, who'd been sitting on the couch, stood as soon as I'd opened the door,
apparently assuming it was time for her to go in.  I just looked at her and she
returned a speaking look, passing me on the way in.  The door closed.

The secretary was gone.  Or at least at first I thought she wasn't there--then I
noticed her lying down at the end of the room!  She was completely naked, and
lying curled up on the floor!  I ran over, calling her name.

"Beth!"  I stood over her.  She was on her side, in fetal position, a thumb in
her mouth, her other hand working on herself between her legs, furiously!  She
just stared into space.  I shook her.  "Beth, wake up!"  She just continued on as
if I wasn't there!  I was in a panic.  What if Dean Carter saw her?  Just as I
realized that that is exactly what Dean Carter needed to see, I heard a gasp
behind me.

"What are you *doing* to her?"  I looked back and there was Lucy Barlow in the
doorway from the hall!  She suddenly ran up to us and pushed me aside with an
accusing look and started shaking Beth herself.  I watched Lucy for a second.
She's a senior, one of the most popular girls in the school.  She just kept
trying to wake Beth.

I had the presence of mind to shut the outside door first, then I went right for
Dean Carter's office and opened the door.

I stood in the doorway.  Dean Carter was still sitting at her desk and Sharon was
in the seat I had been in.  "Yes?" asked Dean Carter in a questioning tone.

"Come quick!" I finally said.  Dean Carter just stared at me.  Sharon had turned
to look at me too and appeared just as surprised.  Then the sound of Lucy's voice
came through the door.

I heard Sharon mutter "Oh shit" under her breath, then she was up in a flash, in
the door.  She briefly looked at Beth and Lucy, then turned back to us. Dean
Carter still hadn't moved.  Then quick as a flash, Sharon snapped her fingers
right in front of my face, then stepped over to Dean Carter's desk and did the
same to her!  Then she was in the outer office and the door shut.

I stood there.  I didn't move.  I realized I couldn't move, other than turning my
head!  I couldn't talk either!

I looked at Dean Carter.  She just sat there at her desk, saying nothing, staring
into space.  I realized her blouse was unbuttoned all the way down!  I hadn't
noticed it when I came in, probably because everything had been so rushed!

She just sat there, doing nothing.  There I was, looking at Dean Carter, her
blouse unbuttoned.  Not that you could see anything except a little bit of the
front of her bra.  But just seeing someone like Dean Carter, a little undressed
like that.  What had Sharon been doing with her?  Something sexual? Dean Carter
was in her forties or maybe fifty and was slender and probably in good shape. 
Her hair was dark and I wondered if she colored it to keep it that way.  I looked
back at the door, wondering what was going on.

The door opened.  Sharon came in and closed it.  She was wearing absolutely
nothing above her waist!  Her jeans were unbuttoned too, but they still rode her
hips.

And there was more!  While the door was open, I saw just for a second, two women
on Beth's desk, both naked!  One was lying on her back, the other on top of her
in sixty-nine fashion!  And they were breathing audibly and writhing!

But with the door shut, Sharon just stood there for a second, her hand on the
doorknob, and calmly looked back and forth at us.  She walked in front of me,
standing right there.  I couldn't move.  "Thinking about what it would be like
with Dean Carter?" she asked, slyly.  She went over to the desk and put one
finger under Dean Carter's chin.  Dean Carter stood up.  Sharon led her around
the desk with her finger under her chin like that until they were both standing
in front of me.  Then she slipped Dean Carter's blouse off and as she turned back
to me, put it on herself, buttoning just one button.  "Would you like her to lick
you?" she asked me.  I still couldn't move or talk.  I glanced at the door to the
outer office.

"Oh, them," she said, following my glance.  "Want to hear something funny?"  I
couldn't answer.  Literally.  "Lucy isn't under.  Not even a little!"  She
giggled.  She turned to Dean Carter and pressed down on her shoulders.  Dean
Carter got down on her knees, still not saying a thing.  Then Sharon went behind
her and unhooked her bra.  I stared at her breasts.  She just knelt there, in
front of me, not moving.  Sharon picked up one of Dean Carter's hands and put it
on the Dean's breast.  Dean Carter started fingering herself.

There in front of me, kneeling, fingering her own breast!  Still staring into
space.

Sharon was in front of me, standing.  "Want her to lick you?" she said to me
again, quietly.  As she faced me, eye to eye, just inches away, I felt her
fingers undoing the button on my jeans.  I felt them being unzipped.  She had the
most evil smile.  She leaned even closer, right in front of my face.  Then she
briefly licked my upper lip!  Then as she pulled back, still looking me in the
eye, she started edging the jeans down over my hips.  I was already about to
come.