The Chronicle's of Laura - Marie - part 3

Third Session

Laura sat at her desk reviewing her case notes on the McLaughlin’s. She cross-referenced the emails that Isobel had sent recording the projector use and switched on the light display, selecting program patterns 7 and 8.  Behind her the lights flowed in what looked like a random pattern, only someone who had been conditioned would read the message.

Laura had carefully dressed for the session, choosing a fine charmeuse silk blouse, with concealed buttons that showed the black bra she wore underneath, matching the top with professional grey slacks, she gave the appearance of a business dress code but anyone with a sexual intent would be drawn to the blackness of the bra which was visible through the thin white silk. Unlike Ted, she did not risk undoing a few extra buttons, but she calculated that with all the subliminal messages pouring into Marie, it would trigger a reaction.

She pressed a button that sounded a buzzer in reception and a few minutes later the receptionist led the mother and daughter. This time the receptionist was wearing a very tight white silk blouse and a short grey pleated skirt. Her hair was scraped back and braided.

Marie had taken considerable time to style her short brown hair, curling it inwards at the end giving it a playful look. Not that she would have admitted to herself that she was dressing to impress the therapist when she had slipped on an uplift bra which pushed her surgery-enhanced 36d breasts firmly forward against the dark blue two-piece outfit she wore.

“Hello Marie, please take a seat, and Isobel if you could wait outside, I will speak to you shortly.”  Laura waited for her to be led away and then spoke to the mother.

Laura was quick to notice when Marie glanced towards her bust, a few moments later it happened again. Even though Marie would have reacted angrily to being called a lesbian, she was now applying the messages to her feelings, it was acceptable to notice beauty in women, lesbianism wasn’t a sin, she was just noticing Laura, hiding the fact from herself
that she was now attracted to her.

Laura noticed that Marie was also glancing past her at the light sequence, searching subconsciously for the feminine images. The more you looked into the pattern the stronger its grip, its reinforcement of the messages a drug until the brain needed to chant the words. Without realizing it Marie was hooked on the message, her psyche needing to repeat the phrase.

The therapist pressed a switch and briefly, the two deep-rooted messages were interpreted in light form.

PURPLE/PINK CLOUD PATTERN 7 - I accept that girls loving girls is not a sin.

PURPLE/PINK CLOUD PATTERN 8 - Lesbianism is perfectly natural.

A smile appeared on Marie’s face of which she was unaware, as deep down she responded to her fix.

The receptionist returned and placed two coffees on the desk, leaning forward to do so, and Laura noticed Marie glance at the long flash of the leg just inches away from her. The two repeated messages had changed her attitude.

The receptionist had beautiful slim legs and Marie found herself trying to follow the flow of leg as it slid under the small grey skirt that clung tightly to her well-formed derriere. In her mind this wasn’t ogling another woman this was appreciating beauty, and the subsequent trickle in her panties was not connected to the event.

She pressed the switch again and once more Marie was rewarded with messages.

“So, tell me how you are managing at home?” Laura asked interrupting her thoughts.

“Isobel has left the goth scene behind and now wearing normal clothes, so that is a very evident sign of things working.”

Laura had been receiving selfies from the daughter so knew exactly how delicious she had started to dress, and the fact Marie accepted it was fantastic.

“Is there any one particular dress she has worn that represents the change in her?”

She pressed a switch under the desk with her foot, it repeated the same light sequence.

“She did wear a light blue silk dress yesterday, that was feminine and pretty.”

“That’s a clear sign of progress, and we are getting close to a breakthrough, I think there are a few more statements you can now make just to close off any possibility of Isobel confusing normal attraction for sexual attraction.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we both know it is perfectly natural for women to recognize beauty in other women, and Isobel will be no different and we have to make sure that she does not confuse normal recognition of beauty to be mistaken as lesbianism.”

“Yes, that makes sense, so what is your proposal?”

“Tell her it is

PERFECTLY NATURAL FOR WOMEN TO ENJOY LOOKING AT BEAUTIFUL WOMEN

WOMEN CAN FIND OTHER WOMEN ATTRACTIVE it does not make you a lesbian

And the other statement I would add as often as you can is

WOMEN DEVELOP CLOSENESS TO EACH OTHER, but it does not make them a lesbian.

If you can stress those statements consistently, it locks the door on her having any confusing thoughts that would lead to backward steps on her counseling.”

During her speech, Laura had pressed a switch and once again Marie was conditioned to accept half of the message.

“They sound acceptable, I didn’t think Isobel would respond so quickly.”

“I may well need an evening where I see her on her own, put her on my couch, and make sure she accepts all the changes I have devised for her.”

“Yes, if she accepts these statements that could be the final step.”

“In one of my discussions with Isobel, she had admitted to curiosity and had surfed the internet for these sites, obviously I am telling you this in strictest confidence. It might help you to understand her problem if you check them out. What I found is that quite a lot of this curiosity is just plain confidence issues comparing herself to these women. Take this one which she says she has looked at a lot.” Laura turned her computer screen for Marie to view.

It showed two beautiful women in skimpy lingerie embracing. “When I asked her about the picture she commented on the clothes they were wearing.” Laura tapped the mouse and more pictures appeared of the two women, hands roaming, kissing, all softcore intimacy that Marie soaked up, running her tongue over her lip at one point without being aware of
the fact.

“I think if you study the list she gave me you will find that most of her curiosity is from a desire to buy these clothes for the privacy of her room.”
“I will certainly look at them if it helps.” Marie almost snatched the paper from the therapist.

“There is one area that you can carry out that would effectively make giant strides in her treatment.”

“And what is that.” The cold wall came up temporarily and Laura knew she had to be careful in how she guided Marie.

Laura tapped the switch, and the lights formed into new patterns

PERFECTLY NATURAL FOR WOMEN TO ENJOY LOOKING AT BEAUTIFUL WOMEN

WOMEN CAN FIND OTHER WOMEN ATTRACTIVE

WOMEN DEVELOP A CLOSENESS TO EACH OTHER

Without being aware of the fact, the messages started to layer themselves into Marie’s subconscious.

“We have been able to guide Isobel in her view of lesbians but there is still a mystery of the subject that could entice her, so what I propose is that the three of us visit a lesbian club so that she can see the normality of the lifestyle and move her interest on to other subjects.”

“I don’t think that would be a good idea.” The coldness returned to her voice.

“I have been correct so far in that the more you reduce your antagonism to the subject the quicker she has lost interest in the shock value to yourself. I did some research on this club and what I found was that the majority of girls and women who frequent these clubs are not gay, they merely use these clubs because they find there is protection from nuisance and predatory men. They can chat, drink, and even let their hair down feeling a safe environment around them.

PERFECTLY NATURAL FOR WOMEN TO ENJOY LOOKING AT BEAUTIFUL WOMEN

WOMEN CAN FIND OTHER WOMEN ATTRACTIVE

WOMEN DEVELOP A CLOSENESS TO EACH OTHER

Again, a brief recognition of the statements filtered through her mind, unaware she was responding to another tap of a switch.

“I hadn’t thought of that part of it, and how will this help Isobel?”
“Well my idea is that she sees girls dancing, laughing, happy, and safe, her first instinct will be that they are gay but then I turn it around and say that they are straight. Suddenly all her inbuilt arguments are gone, she has to accept that what she has created as a lesbian
lifestyle is just normal girl behavior. You back this up by entering the spirit of the club and all the mystery of the lifestyle is gone for good.”

“What do you mean I enter the spirit of the club?”
“Just that if you are sitting there frowning you are feeding her image of the secret, seductive lifestyle. If you are just another woman having a nice evening with fellow straight girls, she has nothing to cling to in her argument. We can see her adopting a new fashion dress code already, I think after this if you take her shopping she will happily revert to a normal girl.”

“So you will be there for support?”
“I will and I will bring my receptionist so we can make up a group for safety.”

Marie nodded her head in agreement unaware the lights were constant messages repeated over and over, her gaze locked on unable to break away.

“And it will just be the once?”
“I think once will do it, sometimes a second visit is needed but you will be able to make that call yourself.”
“Yes alright then let’s get this done, what night would you suggest?”

“I am happy to work around your schedule but the sooner the better, I don’t want Isobel to have a relapse and undo the progress we have made, it will make it a lot harder going forward.”
“Then tomorrow night is best I think.”
“I agree.”

Marie left the room, and her daughter moved past her, closing the door behind her.

“Hello Isobel, are you glad to see me?” said Laura standing in the middle of the office

“Yes.” She said excitedly.

“Then why do you still have the skirt on? Lose it and maintain eye contact as you do.”

The young girl undid the fastening and let the skirt drift down to the floor.

“And now the blouse. Slowly. Each button is carefully undone. Tease me as the blouse slowly opens, revealing your beautiful body to me. That’s perfect. How do you feel?”

Isobel smiled. “Excited.”

“I can tell by your nipples firm against the silk, does it feel good?”

“Yes.”

Laura held her arms out. “Then come to me my darling, I have missed you.”

The infatuated girl threw herself into the closing arms and kissed passionately. The therapist ran her hands up her back and unclipped her bra, before pulling it off and tossing it onto the floor.

“Don’t you enjoy the danger of your mother outside as I touch you?” She whispered into the girl’s ear before nibbling playfully.

“Yes.”

“You need to say more than yes, my darling, tell me how hot and slutty it feels. Turn around and face the mirror.” She slowly spun the aroused girl around until she was facing the mirror.

“Isn’t that the hottest fucking site you ever saw, as you watch me play with your tits?” She cupped the tits as she maintained eye contact via the mirror.

“It feels so sexy.” She whispered in response.

“It is, did you go to the mall and approach a woman?” Laura continued to squeeze her tits.

“I did she just gave me a strange look and walked away.”

“That doesn’t matter, now you have started you will find it easier to approach them and your success rate will rise, do you have any teachers you know to be dykes?”

“Everyone says our history teacher is, she’s quite old.”

“Then she is your next homework. Undo two buttons extra, approach her at the end of class, tell her you are struggling and would like some one-on-one tuition, and keep eye contact. She will show you a new world.”

“I will.”

“Good girl your life is changing for the better, isn’t it?” sliding her hands down the flat stomach and caressing the front of her panties.

“Yes, I love it.”

“I know you do my darling, and tomorrow is going to be so special, I will email you details but for now give me a kiss before you dress.”