But there's a catch. Her growing appetite for provocative clothing and kinky sexual adventures is frightening her. What has Dr. Henderson done to her?
She can't seem to keep away from the adult bookstore. Last time it was the gloryholes in the video booths. This time, Caroline is drawn to the adult movie theater, watching porn in the darkness until a charismatic stranger sits down next to her.
An erotic short story of 6,000 words.
On her next visit to Dr. Henderson's office, Caroline was dressed much more appropriately. It was a simple outfit - the ridiculously short tartan skirt showed off her pert ass and her long slender legs, made to look even longer by the high platform heels that clicked merrily across the tiles as she walked down the hall. The skirt was so short that she had to walk carefully to avoid flashing passersby, particularly since, as usual, she wasn't wearing any underwear today. The air felt so good on the smooth, freshly-shaven lips of her pussy. It was a deliciously naughty feeling, and Caroline had had to fight the urge to deliberately part her legs as she rode the bus to get here, the impulse to display herself and watch the faces of the other passengers when they saw her had been very strong.
A plain white blouse completed the outfit. It was nothing fancy, but Caroline liked the way it hugged her figure and emphasized her breasts. She'd deliberately gone for a size too small, and left it unbuttoned low enough to show a generous amount of cleavage.
The pendant Dr. Henderson had given her nestled between the smooth curves of her breasts. It was one of his hypnotherapy techniques. During her first session, Dr. Henderson had told Caroline that a lot of her frustration and anger came from repressed thoughts and feelings - things she was keeping bottled up inside, or things she wanted but wasn't allowing herself to do. He'd given her the pendant, and used hypnosis to plant suggestions deep in her mind. Whenever she was repressing something - maybe something she wanted to do, but was holding back - the pendant would grow warm. It wouldn't really, of course - it wasn't magic. But the suggestions he'd planted in her subconscious mind would make it feel that way, to her.
Caroline had started playing a game in her mind where she imagined that the pendant was a magic bottle with a naughty imp trapped inside it ... a very naughty imp.
She would talk to it sometimes - asking its opinion about her plans for the day. She would often let it choose her clothes in the mornings, too. She would pick one item after another from her closet, while holding the pendant in her hand to feel the pulse of warmth that meant it approved of something. It was a fun game, although she usually had to moderate its suggestions - she couldn't really go to classes wearing just a baby-doll nightie and high heels, for example, no matter how much of a thrill it was to imagine doing so.
There had definitely been a trend though. Caroline was dressing much more attractively these days - provocatively, even - which her classmates, and even some of her professors, had obviously noticed.