At Angela's count of five, I opened my eyes to look at her with some surprise.
"Angela, how did you get to be a redhead? How cute! Oh it's a wig. Please, may I try it on?" My reflexes told me this time I didn't have to disbelieve what I was hearing. I'd been fully programmed once again.
"You may indeed and let me help you. Stay right where you are," and she got up to come over next to me, shaking out her own blonde bob as she pulled the wig from her head. "You're going to love the way you look in this, Bill. Now, let me sit you up straighter.. there you go. Here, I'm going to brush it out for you. It'll take just a few minutes. Now before you get up, let me slip these pumps on you."
Prior to being hypnotized this evening, I had already donned the lingerie and dress from last time, so my nylon-clad feet slipped easily into the dainty low-heeled patent leather shoes.