Morning ritual.
(Fiction) 6 months ago he was seen out there in the park, dirty baggy clothes, sagging extremely, worn out skatersneaks, long hair and unshaved, lousy manners and no respect for others. But then he met me (well, i watched him long enough to make sure we will get to do more than just 'meet')
within 3 days i 'convinced' him to get locked into the nub cage permanently, from then on his attitude changed, he was much easier to steer into the right directions, making him 'find out himself' how all the changes i suggested would be so much better for him.
Every time he listened to music in his earbuds, all of it was continuously underlaid with subliminal messages, he started enjoying regular hypnotic 'relax' sessions, took care of his looks suddenly, got the shave, the haircut, eagerly started wearing the formal attire i had bought for him.
Today, if i show him some pics snapped from his prior life he shakes his head, agreeing that it is all wrong, that he would never even think about something like that again. Here you see him getting ready in the morning, he'll get my breakfast ready before waking me, clean up afterwards and then head to town for his job as an office clerk, followed by being a proper attired house servant again afterwards.
And coming weekend, i have invited his parents, showing them what their boy has turned into.
