The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Tracy waits nervously by the large circular track, conscious of the thousands of eyes watching her, just as eager to find out the final tally as she is. Not just strangers, but Suzy, and Joanie, and Asha, and the coach, hoping her final contribution put Bentley High over the top. It’s a long way from home, but she’s finally made it. After three long months of training and competing against some of the best teams in the state, she’s gotten the chance to prove if she’s worthy of calling herself a champion.

“The results are finally in.” The announcer booms. “With a minute and thirty seconds…Bentley High wins the 2007 State Championship!”

Tracy is swarmed by teammates and coach as they join her in a group hug, Suzy and the others raising Tracy over their heads in celebration. The mood is one of celebration—nay, joy. The girl of the hour can’t keep the satisfaction to herself, grinning for the cameras. This is one moment she definitely wants to keep in her scrapbook.

Later, the girls wine and dine at the restaurant of their hotel, not far from the giant stadium where they notched another plaque in their belts, laugh and sipping wine, sharing a conspiratorial grin amongst each other.

“...So I said to the bellhop, ‘Hey, suck on this!’” Joanie’s face is flush with mirth. “I’ve never seen anyone so beet red in my entire life.”

Tracy looks at the towering skyline, having heard Joanie’s story for the millionth time since arriving in the state capital.

“What’s wrong, Tracy?” Joanie notices. “You don’t look like someone who’s just won a trophy.”

“I’m not.” Tracy sighs.

“What is it? Boy trouble?”

“Not that.” Tracy waves her off. “I’m not coming back next year.” The room’s so quiet she could hear a pin drop.

“Pardon me?”

“I said I’m not coming back.”

“How could you?” Joanie is flustered. “I thought we were a team!”

“Do you really believe I have a future at Bentley High? After all that Colleen’s done?”

“It doesn’t matter! You could start over. What’s that phrase you use? Tab, um—“

“Tabula rasa, literally, a blank state.”

“Yeah, that.”

“I know how you feel, but think sensibly for a moment. Bentley is a small town of about 50,000. The student body at school is 1400 students alone. 1400 girls and boys who saw photos of me...” Tracy shudders. “All with brothers and sisters and cousins and nephews, who know me only through those pictures, okay? Now put yourself in my spot. What would you do?”

“I guess I wouldn’t havea a choice.” Joanie’s voice cracks. “But Colleen’s seein’ a therapist now. She’s a complete one-eighty from who she was.”

“And who do you think is responsible for that?”

Joanie takes a sip from her glass.

“Look,” Tracy wipes her mouth with a napkin. “Regardless of how she’s changed, there are still people out there who have this perverted image of me. Even if I tough it out for a year or more, that’s still a year of having to hear people snicker behind my back and make jokes at my expense. That’s a year’s worth of respect I have to earn back, and at this point I don’t know if it’s worth it, frankly. Why do you think I’m moving in the first place?”

Joanie is breathless.

“Movin’ wheah?”

“Here.” Tracy taps the booth.

“You’re moving heah, to the capital?”

“Just as soon as we close on the house. Mom’s in the process of getting a job downtown. It’s a little more stressful for my Dad, but whatever, if it makes his little girl happy, so be it.”

Suzy fidgets with the tablecloth.

“I guess this means we won’t be seeing you after tonight.”

“Don’t be silly. I’ll still write and email.”

“Do you know where you’re going?”

“Right now we’re looking at a private school, St. George’s, though I’m not counting anything out.”

“Do you like it better than Bentley? Be honest.”

“It’s not that one school is better than the other. It’s just different, that’s all, and right now different is what I need.”

“You won’t forget about us, right?”

Tracy clasps her hand.

“I promise.”

Tracy kneels over the earrings in the shoebox, staring into the giant cardboard box stamped ‘FRAGILE’ next to her. She hesitates, not quite wanting to part with them yet. She’s grown attached to them since that fateful visit to Ms. Lu’s months ago, when she cast her eye on them for the first time. She can’t fathom going a day without them. They’re part of her signature look now.

That’s part of what makes this moment difficult.

Had she’d known then what trouble they’d bring, she wouldn’t have bothered to pick them off the table. Hindsight is always 20/20. If she hadn’t of stumbled upon them, she never would’ve snagged Hank. Neither would she have met Suzy or Joanie, or endured the fallout from that, the tit for tat with Colleen, the achiness of letting him go so that life could return to normal in her hometown.

It still hurts to think about it, a fresh wound that hasn’t quite healed. At least she’ll be anonymous where she’s going, no nicknames, no taunts, and no baggage. No one who would know her as the mind control girl, or the girl in the dirty Polaroids, she’ll be just another fresh faced high school senior with nothing to weigh down her accomplishments.

Getting out of town may well prove to be a blessing in disguise.

“Are you ready, honey?” Her mom calls upstairs. “The movers are waiting to get inside. Besides, it feel like a hundred and—”

“Be right down, Mom.”

Of course it feels that way, Mom, it’s the middle of freaking July! Tracy closes the lid and tosses the shoe box inside, alongside her medals and accolades from school. She tapes it down with duct tape, resigning herself to the prospect of an hour long drive through traffic hell on top of the two plus hours of moving time. Moving to the big city may be exciting, but it’s not stress-free.

She walks downstairs, each step as purposeful as the last. Her mom hands her a water bottle at the landing, escorting her towards the SUV parked by the side of the road, her dad sitting erect in the driver’s seat.

“Are you nervous, honey?”

“No.” Tracy takes a sip of water.

“I know how hard it must be for you to do leave all your friends, but remember these things must pass.”

Tracy chuckles.

“Actually, the problem is I can’t wait to get out fast enough.”

“Jump in the back, then. You need anything? CD player, Game Boy, blankets—“

“I’m fine, Mom.” Tracy points toward her noggin. “I got all the tracks I need right here.”