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Captioned Images Series: Stage Hypnosis 2
Created: 09/01/2024
A father and his 18-year-old daughter go to a stage hypnotist. He puts them under and has them swap personalities to the great enjoyment of the crowd. When they returned home, a post-hypnotic suggestions triggers their personality reversion once again.
Father: (whining) Ugh, Sarah, you are being so unfair right now. I, like, literally just want to borrow your leotard and tights for Halloween! It’s not even a big deal!
Sarah: (calmly) Dad, listen to yourself. You’re a grown man asking to wear my clothes. This isn’t appropriate, and you know it.
Father: (rolling his eyes) Oh my god, you’re such a buzzkill! It’s just for fun! Like, don’t be so dramatic. I used to do this all the time with my friends back in the day!
Sarah: (sternly) That was when you were a kid, Dad. Things are different now. You can’t just prance around in my clothes like it’s no big deal.
Father: (mocking) “Prance around”? Seriously, Sarah, you’re, like, such a boomer sometimes! It’s Halloween—everyone dresses up crazy! I want to relive my youth and show my friends that I still got it!
Sarah: (firmly) You’re not a teenager anymore, Dad. And honestly, it’s kind of embarrassing to hear you talk like this. What happened to the man who used to give me advice about being responsible?
Father: (flipping hair) Ugh, whatever. You’re just being, like, totally overprotective. I just want to have some fun with my friends, okay? Is that so bad? Plus, I look way cuter in pink than you do. (smirks)
Sarah: (sighs deeply) Dad, this is exactly what I’m talking about. You’re not thinking clearly. You’re behaving like a spoiled teenager. What if your friends see you like this? What if my friends see you?
Father: (pouts) OMG, who cares what people think? You’re such a worrywart! They’re gonna love it—everyone’s gonna be, like, so jelly of my ballerina outfit. (grins) I’ll probably be the star of the party!
Sarah: (pinching the bridge of her nose) Dad, you’re being ridiculous. You don’t even fit into my clothes, and you’re going to stretch them out or ruin them. Then what? Are you going to replace them? Because I highly doubt you can find another custom leotard on short notice.
Father: (scoffs) Puh-lease, I’ll be, like, super careful, okay? And don’t worry, I’ll buy you a new one if anything happens. No biggie! I was thinking of taking a dance class anyway. That'll be like so kewl.
Sarah: (seriously) Dad, you want to join dance? This isn’t just about the clothes. It’s about the way you’re acting. You’re not yourself, and it’s honestly a little scary. That hypnotist... really did a number on you.
Father: (flipping hair) Nuh uh. It's like only for one night. Everyone dresses up for halloween. And I've been thinking about it like forever. You think I like tell you everything I'm thinking?
Sarah: (sounding forceful) Adults don't go out trick or treating.
Father: (mocking) Oh my god, stop being such a drama queen! You’re just, like, jealous that I can still have fun and you’re, like, all serious and boring now.
Sarah: (sighs) I’m not trying to ruin your fun, Dad. I just want you to think about what you’re doing. This isn’t you, and deep down, I know you understand that.
Father: (rolls eyes) Ugh, fine, whatever. But, like, you’re totally gonna regret not letting me borrow your stuff. I would’ve slayed in that outfit!
Sarah: (calmly) I’m sure you would have, but maybe we should find you something more age-appropriate to wear instead. How about we go shopping together and find a costume that we can both agree on?
Father: (pauses, then reluctantly) Ugh, fine. But it better be something cute, okay? I’m not going out looking like some old dude.
Sarah: (smiles slightly) Deal. Now, let’s get you back to acting like the dad I know.
Father: (flipping hair one last time) Ugh, whatever. You’re so lucky I’m in a good mood right now.
Father: (Thinking to himself) While I'm out, I'll buy my own leotards that fits. Maybe something like in a coral or lilac color.
Father: (reluctantly) Okay, fine. We can, like, go shopping or whatever. But if we don’t find something super cute, I’m totally not wearing it. Just saying.
Sarah: (nodding) Fair enough, Dad. We’ll find something that makes you happy, but also something that won’t embarrass either of us.
Father: (grumbling) Ugh, fine. But seriously, Sarah, you have to admit—me in a tutu would’ve been, like, iconic. I'd be super cute in a tutu.
Sarah: (smiling slightly) I don't own a tutu.
Father: Then let's buy one."
Sarah: I thought we agreed You aren't going to be a ballerina. I’d rather have my dad back than share my closet with him.
Father: (sighs) Yeah, yeah. I guess it was kinda weird, huh?
Sarah: (gently) Just a little. But it’s okay. We’ll figure this out together, and maybe by the time Halloween comes around, this whole hypnosis thing will wear off.
Father: There's nothing to wear off. I'm like fine. I wasn't gonna ask to borrow your makeup. Hey's that's a good idea."
Sarah: (laughs) Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Come on, let’s go find you something that’ll still be fun, but not... you know, over the top.
[They both grab their jackets and head toward the door, Paul still moving with a bit of teenage swagger, but a bit more subdued now.]
Father: (playfully) You know, this whole thing has me thinking—maybe I should get a new haircut, something more, like, on trend.
Sarah: (smiling as they walk out) Let’s start with a Halloween costume, Dad, and then we’ll see about the hair.
Father: You know I've never dyed my hair before. You know I wouldn't dye my hair pink or any icky color. Just blond or maybe red.,
Sarah: (shakes her head and whispers) I think we should make an appointment with a doctor before you make an appointment with a stylist.
Father: "What did you say?"
Sarah: "Nothing.
End.
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