Friday, January 31, 2014

The Housekeeper - Chapter 34 Part 1 of 3

The Housekeeper

By Karen Singer

Chapter 34 Part 1 of 3

Carol was fighting sleep as her mother drove through the back country highway down toward Augusta, Georgia.  It was a long ride.  A very long ride.  They had already been to the cabin again that morning and deposited their luggage they had packed earlier before leaving home.  Now they were heading toward Augusta… for business.

She was about to become an accomplice to kidnapping.  Her mother would technically be the kidnapper… but her mother had made it graphically clear that as an accomplice, Carol would be held just as responsible.  Her mother had carefully explained all that to her when she had asked if she was interested in going.  But that decision was an easy one for Carol.  She trusted her mother implicitly!  And… she loved her more than anything else in the world.  If her mother was involved in it, then she wanted to be a part of it too… no matter what it was.  Besides, this guy they would be kidnapping was a man, and as her mother had taught her, she saw nothing at all wrong with destroying any man at all.  The jerk probably deserved it anyway… whoever he was.

Her part in the actual kidnapping would be easy.  She would be blocks away when it actually happened.  The most difficult part for her today was that she was going to have to drive all the way back to that cabin… and find it again – in the dark.  She had no doubt that she would manage that just fine.

It would normally be a four hour drive from the cabin to where they were going, but the ride was made even longer by the rainstorms that continued to blow through.  And after stopping for a nice lunch along the way, it took them nearly five hours to get there.  They filled the rest of their time in a Burger King until it was time to leave. 

Janice parked the car along the side of the road, a few hundred yards away from Halifax’s apartment.  Halifax would have to drive right past the car on his way home.  “Are you ready dear?” Janice asked after turning the engine off.

“Sure, Momma.  No problem.”

Janice reached out and caressed the face of her daughter… then leaned in and gave her a kiss.  “Good luck dear,” she said lovingly.

“You too, Momma.  You’ve got the hard part.”

Janice nodded.  “I’ll mange.  You just do your part and everything will work out just fine.  Okay?”

“No problem, Momma,” Carol replied.

Janice nodded and pulled the hood of her raincoat over her head before stepping out of the car into the pouring rain.  She opened the back door and grabbed her leather case and threw the strap over her shoulder.  “Love you!” she called to Carol in the front seat.

“Love you too, Momma,” Carol replied. 

A minute later, Janice was hurrying across the street and back toward Halifax’s apartment.  If everything went the way it usually did, she figured she had about half an hour before Halifax would get home.  After that, then she would just have to wait and see.  It was entirely possible that they wouldn’t be able to do this tonight.  It all depended on the situation when Halifax got home.

Carol was getting antsy.  It was five minutes past the time that Halifax should have driven past her now.  Another car approached from the distance.  A red one!  “Momma!  He’s coming!” she said anxiously into her phone the moment she saw what kind of car it was.

“Is he alone?” her mother’s whispered voice came back.

“Wait a minute,” Carol replied.  She ducked back toward the middle of the black SUV a bit so as not to be seen as easily by the driver of the red car.  The car went past and she tried to look into Halifax’s car as best as she could.  The rain made it very difficult to see though.  “Momma, he just passed me.  I don’t think he has anyone with him, but it was a little hard to tell in the rain.”

It was a moment before Janice could reply.  “Understood dear.”  She had the option of abandoning the plan now, or continuing on.  If Halifax had company, she would have to abandon it.  Carol wasn’t able to tell and there wasn’t time for her to get back down the stairs to find out.  She would just have to wait where she was and hope for the best.

Joseph Halifax was overly annoyed by the rain as he pulled his car into his driveway and then around the back of his building.  It had rained all too much this year.  He was looking forward to his evening.  One of his favorite girls would be around in a little while and he would take her out for an evening of fun.  After that, he was looking forward to an entire weekend of fun with her.  It would just be a lot more fun without all the rain!

He pushed the button to open his garage door as soon as he got close, and as usual, began pulling slowly in before the door was fully open.  A moment later, the garage door was closing behind him as he got out of his car.  He was slightly annoyed to find the elevator up on the second floor instead of down at the garage level, but that happened often.  It was only a short wait for it to come down.  He got in and pushed the button to go up to his apartment.  The elevator ascended in its usual stately manner.

Finally the elevator stopped.  Finally the doors began to open.  And… who the hell?

Janice pulled the trigger and shot Halifax the moment the elevator doors were open wide enough to give her a clear shot!  She was hunched down on the floor where it would be unlikely that he would notice her through the window in the elevator.  The Taser sent Halifax flying to the floor at the back of the elevator where his body continued to twitch and spasm until she decided he’d had enough.  Quickly she grabbed the hypodermic needle she had prepared and rushed in.  It took her only moments to administer the Rohypnol drug directly into his system. 

As the twitching from the Taser stopped and the hypnotic effects of the drug took over, Janice reached over and flipped the “Off” button on the elevator.  If anyone called for it now, she’d never be able to fully explain what happened.  She watched her victim carefully.  It was going to take a few minutes for the drug to get adequately into his system.

While she waited, she picked up her phone.  “I’ve got him!” she said to her daughter on the other end.

Carol was relieved.  “Great, Momma!”  She had heard nothing but a bunch of background commotion while it was happening.  She had been scared to death for her mother.

“Turn the car around now,” Janice told her.  “You know where to meet us.  I’ve got to go now.  I’ve got work to do here.”

“Okay, Momma,” Carol agreed quickly. 

Janice reeled in the wires from her Taser and set it so that it would be ready to shoot again if she needed to.  From her case, she pulled out a pair of handcuffs before going back into the elevator.  His body was no longer twitching around, he was rolling his head slightly around on the floor instead as if drunk.  The drug was working.  Kneeling down next to him, she began removing his sport jacket.  “We’re going to make you very happy,” she said softly and calmly to her victim.  “We’re going to take you somewhere where you will have lots of fun.”

With the jacket now off of him, she cuffed his hands behind his back.  She felt much safer now.  “We’re going to take you somewhere where you can meet a very pretty girl,” she told him.  She almost laughed as she saw his head, still on the floor, try to look around.

“Pretty girl,” Halifax’s slurred voice repeated as the hypnotic drug in his body took more and more control.

“Yes, a very pretty girl,” Janice said.  “Why don’t you stand up now and I’ll take you to her.”  She watched as he started struggling to get to his feet.  “Let me help you,” she suggested as she did her best to balance him so he could get up.  She slipped his sport jacket over his shoulders to hide the cuffs on his wrists in case anyone should happen to see them.

“Pretty girl,” the drugged man said again as his body swayed a bit. 

Janice did her best to lean him against the corner of the elevator while she ran out and got her case.  “Don’t fall,” she cautioned as if she was his best friend it the world.  “You want to meet the pretty girl, don’t you?”

“Pretty girl,” Halifax slurred again as his head rolled a bit to the side.

Janice started the elevator again and pushed the button for the bottom floor.  As soon as the elevator opened again, she glanced out at the darkened garage in front of her.  Dark was good.  Dark meant nobody was around.  But the dark only lasted a moment before the motion detectors switched the lights on.  As quickly as she could, she shepherded the drugged man around to the passenger side of his car, and with only a minimum of difficulty, managed to get him to sit down inside the thing.  His head was starting to roll around a bit more.  She noticed that the car only had a button to start it so she didn’t bother to go searching his pockets for the keys.  All she needed was for the key to be somewhere in the car and the thing would start… she hoped.  It took a bit of fussing to get the seatbelt wrapped all the way across his body and to fasten it.  Then she ran around to the driver’s side and got in.  The car started quickly and easily with a push of the button.  She checked her mirrors and got herself comfortable.  It was going to be a long drive.  She found the button for the garage door and opened it, a moment later, she was pulling out into the pouring rain. 

It was only a five minute drive to the parking lot where Carol was waiting for her.  The sight of her daughter waiting there made her glad.  She pulled up right next to the black SUV and opened her window despite the rain.  “All set?” she called out.

“Ready, Momma,” Carol returned.

“Let me get my cell phone out,” Janice replied.  She found her phone in her case and pulled it out so she could get at it in case it was needed.  She noticed Halifax’s head hanging limply to the side.  His eyes were closed.  He had fallen asleep.  He would most likely sleep like that most of the night.  It was actually a relief.  “Let’s go,” she yelled through the rain to her daughter.  She saw her daughter smile and roll up her window.

Roger was in his nightgown again.  He had spent all evening dressed as Candy… studying makeup videos and practicing what he knew.  He had no idea why he decided to spend the entire evening doing that, but he did.  It bothered him a little that he couldn’t find anything better to do with his time.  He supposed that Janice would be pleased with him… but he didn’t really care.

Ready for bed, he stared at the empty floor of his room.  Janice wasn’t here.  He could find nothing at all in his mental conditioning to prevent him from sleeping somewhere else.  With a small smile on his face, he went into Janice’s room… his old bedroom… and climbed into her bed.  A few minutes later, he was sound asleep… sleeping for the first time in months in an actual bed… with an actual mattress… and an actual pillow… and actual covers over top of him.  Perfect!

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

The Housekeeper - Chapter 33

The Housekeeper
By Karen Singer

Chapter 33

“So when can I see you in your new dress?” Jennifer asked excitedly as Roger set his tray down on the table where she and Stan were already sitting. 
He was later this time since one of his students had needed a little extra help, but suddenly Roger was starting to regret his decision to sit with them again.  He had only made the effort because Jennifer had been a really good friend and a lot of help to him last night.  “Um… I don’t know,” Roger replied.  He didn’t bother to say that he never wanted her to see him in that dress at all… or any dress for that matter.  “Besides,” he added, “you got to see it in the changing room last night.”  He didn’t miss the sudden distasteful look that covered Stan’s face. 
“That doesn’t count!  And I barely saw anything at all.  I want to see you all dressed up… completely.  And after last night, I think you owe me enough to let me see you that way now.”
“After last night?” Stan asked.
“Shopping,” Jennifer stated.
Stan knew they had been shopping.  It was the part about the fact that something had happened between them so that now Roger seemed to owe her something.  He said nothing… but he continued to listen carefully.
Roger shook his head.  “I don’t know,” he finally said.
“Oh come on!” Jennifer exclaimed.  She leaned over across the table to talk more softly.  “Nobody from school has to see it… just me!  And like I said,” she stated as she sat back again, “I think you owe me at least that much now.”
Roger shook his head again.  “I don’t know,” he said yet again.
“Look,” Jennifer said as she tried to push the issue, “when are you planning on wearing the thing?”
“Most likely to church on Sunday.”  He noticed Stan suddenly pushing his plate away and turning away with a somewhat distasteful look on his face.
Jennifer noted Stan’s reaction too, but she chose to ignore it.  “Well, maybe I can come by after church to see it.  We can have lunch together or something.”
Stan couldn’t take anymore.  He got up and left.
Roger and Jennifer both watched him leave.  “What’s up with him?” Roger asked.
“I’m not sure,” Jennifer replied, almost as mystified.  She had a vague idea though that Stan might be jealous of Roger, but since Roger was about to turn himself into a woman, why would he possibly feel jealous?  She turned her attention back to Roger.  “So how about it?  You call me as soon as you get back from church on Sunday.  That way I can see how you look when you went out.”
Roger searched desperately for a way out of it… and his brain quickly conjured up a perfectly good way to put a stop to Sunday – completely.  “Uh… as soon as I get back from church, I’ve got to start fixing the back of my house.  The rain is still leaking in around that tarp somewhat. 
“Oh phooey!  Can’t you just hold off for a few hours?”
“I need all the time on it I can get!  It’s going to take me most of the day just to get it partially sealed up.  It will most likely take me several days to rebuild it all.”
Jennifer scowled and went about eating her lunch, but she wasn’t happy.  Neither of them said anything at all for nearly five minutes.  It wasn’t until they were both nearly finished eating that she suddenly looked up at him and said.  “Why don’t I just come to church with you?”
Roger nearly had a fit as he tried to keep from spitting out the food in his mouth.  “You probably wouldn’t like it,” he said, trying to persuade her away from the idea.
“Why?  You seem to like it an awful lot.”
“Because… it’s a very, very different kind of church.  A lot of the people there are just plain… different!”
“Like you?” Jennifer asked with a slight giggle.
Roger nodded.  “Exactly!”
Jennifer smiled.  “Now you’ve got me really intrigued!  I can’t wait!  And you can tell your housekeeper that I won’t bother to stay for dinner afterwards… that is, unless you both want me to stay.”
“Um… she and Carol won’t be there this week,” Roger said.  “They’re… visiting friends,” was all he could think to explain why they wouldn’t be there.  Actually, he had no idea in the world why Janice and Carol were going to be away.  He was just glad they would be gone!
Jennifer’s smile brightened.  “There!” she exclaimed.  “All the more reason why I should go with you.  That way you won’t have to go alone!”
Roger was about to complain, but she beat him to it.  “I’m very glad we’ve got that settled!” she said happily. 
Roger’s head was spinning.  How had she roped him into taking her to church?  Things were definitely going from impossible… to worse!

Using the code that had been emailed to her, Janice opened the lockbox and removed the key that was inside.  Taking the key, she opened the front door.  The large room in front of her was beautifully decorated… although not in a style that was anything near her personal preferences.  Still, viewing the decorating was not why she had used Roger’s credit card to rent the log tourist cabin she was now standing in. 
Her first priority for the house was that it had to be one in a secluded location… which she was happy to see that it was.  Not quite on top of the mountain, but still close enough to afford a gorgeous view that her eyes now took in through the large French doors across the back of the room.  But she wasn’t there for the view either.  The rental cabin sat on a large piece of ground and was mostly surrounded by trees.  She could see no other cabins anywhere near.  The cabin was simply one of thousands like it… possibly tens of thousands like it, in an area of the state that was famous for being a place where tourists could simply get away from everything.  She would be isolated here.  There would be no chance of anyone knowing what went on. 
The cabin came with a pool table and a hot tub.  She was interested in neither of them.  What she did like about the cabin was the large wooden support beams that stretched across the vaulted ceiling of the room she was now standing in.  She looked up at one of the central ones.  It was massive… designed to carry a lot of weight… just like all of them.  No doubt Roger could tell her far more about such beams than she wanted to know, but her eyes told her everything about them that she was interested in. 
She moved on and checked out the rest of the house – the kitchen that was open to the great room she was in… the three bedrooms, two of them upstairs… and the game room on the level downstairs where the pool table was and the hot-tub outside on the deck.  No doubt Carol would appreciate those items. 
The house was located only half an hour away from Roger’s house.  She had rented it from Thursday through next Monday so that she could have plenty of time to set it up in advance as well as clean things up afterwards.  Once things got going, she wouldn’t be leaving the cabin at all from Friday night until Sunday night.  She knew she could easily send Carol back and forth to home if she wanted, but once she was there, she figured that Carol ought to stay as well.  Carol might or might not like that so much, but she figured it was for the best.  This would be the first time that she would involve Carol in any of this.  But after the way Carol had handled Roger while she was still in prison, she figured Carol had earned this.  Carol had shown more talent in a few interesting areas than she figured she would.  It was time to teach her more.
She went back upstairs to the main room and back out to her car.  She opened the back end.  The ladder that Roger had put in the car for her earlier, before he left for school, stretched from the very back end, across the top of the back seat, and nearly up to the front seat.  It was the only thing in the car.  She pulled it out and lugged the thing into the house.  She didn’t need it yet, but the darn thing was simply in her way.
Satisfied with everything she had seen about the rental place, she got back into her car and left.  She had housework that needed to get done at home.

“But she wants to go to church with me!” Roger complained as he spread some margarine on his dinner roll. 
“Why Candy, I don’t know what you’re so upset about,” Janice replied.  “I think that’s wonderful!  It never hurts to bring another person to church.  She may very well find that she likes it there and will continue to go every week.”
That was not something that Roger wanted to contemplate!  “I just don’t think it’s a good idea,” he said sullenly before he took a bite from the roll in his hand.  The stupid hair from his wig threatened to get in his way… again… and he tossed his head to move it – which didn’t work, so he was forced to use his hand to shove it back behind his shoulder.  Stupid long hair!
“Church is always a good idea… Candy.  Always!” Janice returned before turning to her daughter.  “Carol, have you finished your homework yet?”
“Most of it, Momma.”
“How much longer do you think it will take, dear?”
“I don’t know.  Half an hour at the most.  Hopefully a lot less.”
“Well don’t cut any corners.  You need to do well in all your classes.  We’re almost at the end of the school year.”
“I know, Momma.”
“Candy can do the dishes tonight instead while you finish your homework,” Janice decided.  “That way we can get out of here sooner.”
Carol brightened a lot at that idea.  Roger didn’t.
Twenty minutes later, Roger was standing in front of the sink washing dishes.  He felt physically funny… all because of the way he was dressed.  He wasn’t used to standing around the house dressed the way he was.  Yes, he had worn the boots he had on as well as the pantyhose many times now.  But everything else just simply felt… weird. 
He hadn’t expected how much bigger, not to mention heavier, the ‘C’ cup bra would feel with those new breast forms stuck inside of it.  As he rinsed dishes, his arms continually brushed against them – definately not something he was used to!  Why didn’t Janice like to use the dishwasher?  Why did she always insist on hand washing everything?  Ugh!
He shifted his stance a bit so that the top he was wearing wouldn’t get wet.  He hadn’t tried the thing on in the store before he bought it so he was grateful that it actually fit.  What he hadn’t expected was that the thing would feel so soft… and clingy… and that it would hug as tightly as it did right under his breasts before it opened out and fell loosely over his hips… over top of the tan skirt he was wearing. 
The skirt was another “odd” thing.  The dress he had worn to church the last two weeks had a much fuller skirt and came down to his knees.  He hadn’t tried this skirt on in the store before he bought it either, and now he found that it was shorter than he thought it would be – at least three or four inches above his knees.  Not to mention that the stupid thing was also tighter than the dress he had worn to church… not only around his waist, but also around his legs.  Note to self – looser skirts are more comfortable! 
And then of course there was his stupid wig.  Ugh!  He had stuck it quickly on top of his head after almost as quickly rushing through his makeup… all in the name of getting dressed enough so that he could eat at the table.  But he had made it!  Whew!
And now he knew that Janice and Carol would be away for much of the evening tonight as well as the entire weekend.  Despite the fact that they would be back later tonight, he considered that to be an extra bonus.  The part he wasn’t as crazy about was that Janice had told him she would review whatever he had done towards becoming Candy when she got back tonight… before he went to bed.  He supposed he would most likely just remain in the clothes he had on.  That was mostly all he needed to do tonight… get used to the clothes.  But… he did still have to keep working on that damn fallen tree in the backyard.  And that couldn’t wait!
He was somewhat surprised to see Janice carry a bucket full of cleaning supplies out to the garage where she could put them into the car.  Cleaning stuff?  What was she planning on doing?  A few minutes later, he saw her carry a mop and some laundry detergent out to the car as well.  He didn’t know where she was going… and decided he didn’t want to know.  He only knew she and Carol were going to be gone for a while… and that he was glad!
A little while later, he watched through the living room window as Janice backed out of the driveway, and headed off to… he still had no idea where they were going, and he still didn’t really care.  Just so long as they were gone!  But where would they be going that they would be doing that much cleaning?  Visiting someone who was old and invalid?  Someone who was sick?  Was Janice out to do something nice for someone?  He tried to put it from his mind as he turned away from the window.
Needing something to do, his mind immediately remembered the tree in the backyard.  But he didn’t want to change into his work clothes.  If he wanted to stay out of the cage tonight, he needed to remain dressed as Candy for the rest of the night.  So dressed just as he was, he headed out the door and around to the back of the house.  In his workshop, he buckled his back brace around his waist, gassed up his chainsaw, and headed out to do battle with the giant fallen tree. 
Before he started his saw, he stood staring at the darn tree.  He had barely made a dent in the job the last time he had worked on it… the time when Jennifer had shown up.  The breeze blew his stupid long hair across his face.  He had to pull it back out of the way with his hand.  But the breeze only blew it back in his face again.  Damn it!  The long hair was irritating.  He started to kneel down to the ground to start his saw… and felt the restriction of the stupid skirt he was wearing… as the breeze again blew his equally stupid hair across his face again.  “Shit!” he cursed out loud.  He stood up and returned to his workshop where he put his saw away and removed the back brace.
He went into the house where he found his cellphone… another reason he wasn’t happy with the skirt he was wearing.  It had pockets, but they were too small for his phone… or his wallet… or most anything else for that matter.  A few minutes later, he dialed the number of a tree service he had looked up.  Let them deal with the monster tree.  He would deal with the house damage later… when they were done. 
With the chance to have the house to himself, he stretched out on the couch and turned the TV on to relax for a little while… and tried to put his whole impossible life, totally out of his mind. 

“There it is, Momma,” Carol said as they walked down the aisle of the building supply store.  She looked over the choices in front of her.  “I think this is the same size chain I bought here before.”
Janice nodded.  “It looks like it, dear.”  What she was looking at, was a large drum with chain rolled around it.  “How do we get what we want?” she asked. 
“You have to have someone cut it,” Carol explained.  “They have to use that machine over there to do it.  Why didn’t you just use the stuff we have at home?”
“Because it’s not nearly long enough,” Janice replied with a smile.  “Now how do we find someone who can help us?”
Half an hour later, Carol pushed a shopping cart out of the store.  Her mother had bought twenty feet of the chain.  She had no idea why they needed so much.  The cart also contained a very large roll of heavy duty plastic sheeting.  Why they needed that she also had no idea.  Her mother had also bought a selection of different sizes of padlocks… although she could possibly guess as to why they might need some of them… but she wasn’t really sure.
From the building supply store, they went grocery shopping… where they completely filled the cart with everything they might possible need to see them through the entire weekend.  By the time they were done, the entire back of the car was heavily loaded.
Janice headed for the cabin she had rented earlier.  There was a lot of work that needed to get done tonight.  She was glad that she had decided to include Carol in her plans.

Roger sat at the kitchen table, noting that the skirt he was wearing was tight enough to force his legs together as he sat.  He wasn’t trying to sit primly, the skirt was making him sit that way.  The laptop computer in front of him held one of the tests he was putting together to give to his students next week.  He thought about Carol.  He hadn’t given her any special “tutoring” in a while now.  But she had done extremely well on the few practice quizzes he had given in the last few weeks. 
He stared at the test and decided he was done.  It would be good enough.  It was now time to turn his attention toward creating the final exams for his classes.  The exams that he would spend the next few weeks preparing everyone for.  The exams that would usher in the end of the school year.  But would those exams also usher out his identity as Roger Brinkley?  He could only hope not.

“There!” Janice exclaimed as she stared at the room and surveyed their work.  “I think that should just about do it for tonight.”
Carol looked at what they had accomplished as well.  All the furniture in the large room had been pushed way back out of the way, clearing a large area in the middle of the room.  Most of the floor in the room was now covered by the heavy duty sheet of plastic they had put down.  And hanging from the rafter in the very middle of the room was a long piece of chain.  Even with Roger’s stepladder, they had had a difficult time getting the chain over top of the rafter and then putting one of the padlocks through it in just the right place to keep it there.  The bottom of the chain just reached the floor with less than a foot to spare.  And of course, padlocked to the end of the chain was Roger’s dog collar – complete with the shock box training device.  Carol herself had replaced the batteries in it with fresh ones.  There were plenty of spares if they needed them as well.
One of the most difficult things Carol and her mother had worked on was to enlarge one of the holes in the dog collar so they could get one of the smallest padlocks through it.  But eventually they had managed the feat.  Everything now stood ready for them to bring in their guest.
“Time to go dear,” Janice said as she turned toward the kitchen where their purses were.  “Mr. Brinkley will be late going to bed if we don’t get back soon.”
“You mean Candy, don’t you?” Carol teased.
Janice smiled.  “Let’s hope so!”

Roger was already in his room, already in his new nightgown, when he saw the lights from Janice’s car coming into the driveway.  Not wanting to go out to meet them wearing just the nightgown, he stayed right where he was… with his bedroom door closed.  He turned out his light and laid down on the floor to go to sleep.  He expected the thin nightgown to make a big difference to how naked he felt when he wore it to sleep in now, but the truth was that he felt almost just as naked.  It certainly didn’t do anything to make him feel any warmer at night, that was for sure!  He propped his head on a pile of sweatshirts as he listened to the faint sounds of Janice and Carol coming into the house.
Two minutes later, his bedroom door opened… and his light was turned on.  He half sat up to see what Janice wanted now. 
“Already in bed, I see,” Janice said.  “Sorry we were so late.  Things just took a bit longer than I expected.”
Roger made no reply, no motion to that statement at all.
“Candy,” Janice said to the man wearing the nightgown, trying to use the name she was going to have to get used to using for him… or rather… her.  “I need you to do something for me please.”
“What’s that?” Roger asked.
“Sleep and obey,” Janice replied.  “Sleep and obey.”
Roger’s head went spinning once again as the irresistible words dropped him quickly into a trance.  He never had a chance… not that there was any way he could fight it either.
It had been a while now since Janice had hypnotized him.  She knew she didn’t need to, but he simply had such a strong mind.  And after the last time when she had over-done things with his collar, she was afraid to use that method on him again.  All indications were that the conditioning she had put into his brain was there to stay now – permanently.  But because he had that strong mind, she simply didn’t want to take any chances – especially now that it looked like his lady friend would be more and more involved. 
She didn’t spend a lot of time on it, she just went over point after point, reinforcing everything she needed him to remember.  He had to protect Carol and herself at all costs.  And he couldn’t let anyone know what was really going on.  And before she finished, she told him that she wanted him to be Candy as much as possible while she and Carol would be away.  He could dress as Roger when he went out to work, but even there, he would have to comply with the way he was supposed to dress now.  At all other times, she expected him to work on becoming Candy… and to work hard at it.
Leaving him still in his hypnotized state, she had him lay back down on the floor again with his head on the pile of sweatshirts.  He wouldn’t wake up until tomorrow morning.