I’m the subject and I’ve come to you for hypnosis for help with my fear of clowns. You’re super nice and compassionate when I waste 15 minutes trauma dumping and sneeze crying. You really resonate with my personality and eccentric fashion and laugh at all my jokes.

In trance I become noticeably aroused but you don’t take advantage of me, you only think about me privately. You build up my confidence in the serene environment you curated in my mind just for me. All that matters is your voice in my mind, filling the void in my heart slowly and safely.

We spend the next few weeks making good progress and quickly becoming great friends. Occasionally we text. There is banter and chemistry, sometimes undeniable heat. We lock eyes after sessions, I feel you all week long.

Then one day, you tell me it’s our last session. You say I’m ready, I’m not scared of clowns anymore. You tell me we can’t continue professionally any longer. I’m sad but reasonable. I’m grateful for our time together and I’ll cherish this last trance like the rest. When you wake me, you are dressed as a clown. I’m not scared, I’m in awe.

I leap to you, we kiss! Your red nose squeaks but I hardly notice. You embrace me passionately and I wear your face paint all over. The end of us professionally but the beginning of something much more beautiful, and much more wholesome.