Welcome Back Little School Girl

“Welcome back, Mi-hi, how are you feeling?” Professor Higgins asked his newest lab assistant as he came into view leaning over her prone body. Mi-hi blinked up at him, at the moment she found herself for some strange reason lying flat on her back naked. She knew deep down that that should bother her for some reason, but for some other equally strange reason it didn’t seem to. Moving her eyes, which seemed were the only things she could move, to the side a little she noted her expensive reclining desk chair with it’s fancy head and footrest was now fully reclined with her now laying totally naked on it. Until now she hadn’t realized her expensive office chair could do this, but laying there now it was almost like she was in her own comfortable bed at home with her head elevated on a pillow.

Professor Higgins’s strange freaky electric blue eyes looked down on her, seeming to loom over her at the moment. Behind him, when she looked around his body, she could vaguely see his inner office with his usual academic clutter out on top of his desk, and the rows of books in the bookcase behind his desk. Well at least she knew she was still in his office at college.

“I feel fine Professor?” She found herself automatically saying back without really knowing why because to tell the truth she was feeling anything but fine at the moment.

“What’s going on Professor?” She found herself asking next. At the same time she thought about sitting up, but then somehow didn’t ... or couldn’t ... well nothing else was working. She wasn’t sure why she couldn’t seem to sit up, or move her body, and when she questioned herself about it her brain did feel oddly sluggish.

“Did I faint? I’m sorry about that if I did, I don’t seem to remember ... I was leaving and then nothing.” She admitted finally out loud.

“Everything is fine Mi-hi ... Ms. Fong. Just fine,” the Professor said soothingly to her. Which was odd in itself because he generally spoke in cranky monosyllables to her. It was always, “Collate these, Ms. Fong”, or “Get me a coffee, Ms. Fong”, “do this”, “do that”, but never any please or thank you with him.

He hardly ever even looked at her in class, or at the lab after class either, but he was definitely looking at her now. Those creepy intelligent blue eyes of his seemed to definitely be appraising her now she sensed. She suddenly felt a wild impulse to fold her arms over her exposed chest to protect herself from his predatory stare, but she didn’t ... couldn’t do that either. For some reason all she could do was lay there naked and exposed to his eyes.

“Yes, Yes, Ms. Fong I was most assuredly hasty to dismiss you out of hand before. I think it was your pushy demeanor that put me off, but maybe this is really all for the best.” At that he smiled a thin, self satisfied, rather smug and disturbing smile down at her.

“Me fainting is for the best Professor?” Mi-hi questioned, for some unknown reason she tried to make it sound like a joke, but she wasn’t that great at jokes, and for some other reason it didn’t really seem funny even as she said it. But the Professor laughed a short sharp bark anyway though. As he moved his head to the side his eyes seemed to glitter Mi-hi thought, and she felt herself shudder.

“You fainting, hardly Ms. Fong, but let’s talk about that Ms. Fong ... Mi-hi.” He said, sitting down and pulling his own office chair closer to her.

“Do you remembering coming into my office earlier today now Ms. Fong? Remember what you wanted to talk to me about Ms. Fong?” He started his questioning. Mi-hi tried once again to sit up again, and then didn’t again. Of course she remembered coming into his office.

“I, uh ... there was a funding disparity Professor. A funding disparity in the grants requests for this year. I was ... well you asked me to fill out the grant application for the college grants program this year. To do that I had to look into last year’s financials. I did Professor, but there was something wrong with the figures. The money itself wasn’t being used for the trials it was supposed to be used on. I kept digging and the problem goes back years Professor. I thought you should know about this immediately, so I came to your office at once and told you.” She stopped there, but his eyes remained expressionless as she finished somewhat anticlimactically.

“Tell me the truth Mi-hi were you going to try to blackmail me?” Was his next question to her.

“What?!” Mi-hi was shocked to her very core, she wanted to leap to her feet and shout out in surprise, but she just continued to lay there. She weirdly found her voice was calm and level considering how upset she was. She actually wanted to scream at the top of her lungs, but for some weird strange reason she couldn’t scream.

“Blackmail you Professor? No! I thought you’d want to know that someone was ... was ... I’m sure you wouldn’t ... weren’t...” She seemed to wind down and deflate as the truth slowly dawned on her.

“You did didn’t you Professor? You stole the money.” She finally stated the obvious to the empty room. The Professor just leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers contemplating the naked body of Mi-hi before him.

“Yes, Ms. Fong I was ... still am actually. Sadly you’re not a stupid girl, not stupid at all obviously. Just a little naïve it seems. Of course I’m more than a little paranoid myself, and maybe I over reacted somewhat to your discovery, ha, ha, and so...” He gestured vaguely with his arms to the empty room.

“What did you do ... have you done to me Professor?” Mi-hi chose that moment to ask about what was bothering her the most right now. She felt like she should be a lot more panicked and scared about all this than she obviously was. The Professor just went on as if he hadn’t heard her. As it was he was leaning back in his chair and talking to himself.

“I guess I could just make you forget all this, ha, ha? Maybe? Ah, but the problem is that you’d quite possibly ... probably in fact ... most likely would just find it again, or you would notice something else was wrong. Ms. Fong I’ve been careful, extremely careful, but obviously not careful enough it seems to fool you Ms. Fong.” He said, as he continued to gesture and talk to himself. Then he turned and smiled at her again.

“Also, this has made me really notice what I have to work with here Ms. Fong ... Mi-hi, ha, ha, ha. Among cute Korean girl names Ms. Fong yours might just top the list, ha, ha, ha. Your adorable name Mi-hi means “beautiful joy”. I find that very appropriate Ms. Fong ... Mi-hi. I’m sure you will bring me, us, well somebody, much “beautiful joy”, Mi-hi, ha, ha, ha.” The Mad Professor seemed to be gloating now Mi-hi thought to herself.

“Once I got you out of that god awful sackcloth you insisted on wearing to class every day I discover that you have quite a nice body. Nothing as overblown as Bobby’s mind you, but desirable none the less Ms. Fong. I don’t personally go much for the South Korean K-Pop, or Japanese J-Pop female image that much. Never been a groupie of these teen idol bands that come and go so rapidly, but to each his own I always say. Of course the old adage, “the customer is always right”, applies too, ha, ha, ha. I’m sure we can find a premium buyer for you Ms. Fong.” The Professor chuckled.

“I had no ideal Ms. Fong that you looked just like this Fei person, a member of the South Korean girl group Miss A until I overheard some of my other young students talking. Her actual name is Wang Feifei I found, and she’s a Chinese singer and actress actually. I looked it up on the Internet, she’s 5 foot 5, 100 pounds, with black hair and eyes, and 33-23-33, they describe her as a slim body type, ha, ha. I wasn’t quite ready for another human trial just yet Ms. Fong, but then I said to myself why not Harald? You owe it to yourself. It’ll be fun, ha, ha, ha.” He paused looking over at Mi-hi who could only stare back.

“By the way what are your measurements Ms. Fong?” The Professor asked casually.

“34... 33-23-33.” Mi-hi found herself answering even though she certainly didn’t want to.

“Well it will certainly be fun for me anyway Ms. Fong ... Mi-hi, ha, ha, ha. Though I think in the long run you can learn to enjoy it too, eventually Ms. Fong ... Mi-hi. Bobby certainly learned to enjoy it, ha, ha.” He told Mi-hi. Once again Mi-hi tried to stand up ... to run away ... to do anything at all damn it. Then she tried to feel frightened, but nothing happened with that either.

“What are you doing to me? What have you done to me Professor Higgins.” She wound up asking in a normal voice, well it was all she got out anyway.

“Nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you Ms. Fong ... Mi-hi.” He gloated, truly becoming the classic Mad Scientist Professor now. All she could do was lay there quietly while he stood up and left her side. Soon she could hear him rustling through things in his outer office as she lay there in her own reclined chair. When he finally came back into the room he had a hypodermic syringe filled with something greenish. She wanted to run, to scream at the top of her lungs, to do something, anything damn it, but instead she simply laid there quietly waiting.

“This will be the second dose of what I’ve discovered in my research Ms. Fong. As I expect you’ve noticed by now it gives me direct control of your subconscious mind.” He explained while he found a vein on the back of her hand, swabbed it with alcohol, then inserted the needle into her vein, and injected it slowly into her bloodstream. Then shortly everything went black, and that was all she knew for awhile.

Back in the Land of the Living

“I think she’s waking up Professor!” a woman’s voice said, from somewhere close by, and then the voice giggled. Mi-hi recognized Bobby’s voice, Bobby was the Professor’s secretary. Maybe we should say the Professor’s bimbo secretary. Overabundant exposed cleavage, inappropriate short skirts, and long blonde hair, Bobby the Bimbo as everyone at the college and lab called her now, face swam into focus over Mi-hi. Mi-hi now found herself sitting upright, but still naked in her desk chair. She seemed to be in a laboratory of some sort that she had never seen before. The overhead florescent lighting was bright and Bobby was sitting directly in front of her at the moment, but the Professor soon joined her. Of course Mi-hi still didn’t seem to be able to move her body or stand up.

“Welcome back to the land of the living again, Mi-hi. We’re just going to get a baseline reading on you now that your awake, and then we’re going to start in on a few small changes I want to make to you. Is that all right with you Mi-hi?” The professor chuckled sounding positively cheerful. Mi-hi tried to disagree, but somehow didn’t ... couldn’t voice what she really wanted to say ... scream to the whole damn world.

“What ... what are you talking about? Changes?” She found herself saying instead. Bobby just giggled, again.

“We’re going to make you a lot more fun, and interactive Ms. Fong. You were always such a stuck up bitch in the office. You never talked to me. Always with your nose stuck up in the air ignoring me, thinking you was better than me. Always wearing those god awful boring baggy clothes. I’m looking forward to getting to know you a whole lot better now though Ms. Fong ... Mi-hi Fong.” She told Mi-hi and smiled vapidly.

“Hush, Bobby. You’re needlessly upsetting our guest of honor. Go wait in the other room please. You can play with yourself if you want, but quietly like a good little girl Bobby.” The Professor directed Bobby.

“Oh, you’re no fun either,” Bobby said, pouting, but she got up, and swinging her shapely hips in her tight little blue miniskirt she flounced out. Before she went through the door she actually turned her head and winked at Mi-hi over her shoulder as she sashayed out.

“Sorry about that Ms. Fong, I probably went a little bit, ha, ha, ha ... well maybe a big way overboard there on poor Bobby, ha, ha, but you have to understand she was my first. On the other hand, ha, ha, ha, overboard does have its own appeal too, I have to say. I don’t think we will need her for this next part, and she can become quite a distraction if she sets her mind to it, ha, ha, ha. Wouldn’t want to get you distracted Ms. Fong, this next part is going to be a little delicate Mi-hi, and I don’t want you turning out like dear Bobby, ha, ha, ha.” The Professor told Mi-hi.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Professor,” Mi-hi said, and tried to shake her head, but it still didn’t move the way she wanted it to. In the mean time she was a little ... Hell, who was she kidding ... well a whole lot really worried that she did know exactly what he was talking about, ha, ha, ha. Something deep in her mind was telling her ... was screaming to her ... she should be worried, but she wasn’t which she knew was definitely wrong.

“Though I’m a little worried that she does know Professor,” She found herself unable to keep from telling him what she was thinking.

“I’m sure you do Ms Fong. You’re a bright girl, which was ... is the whole trouble you have to see. But let’s find out how bright a little girl you are shall we. What do you think of yourself Mi-hi? Be honest whit me Mi-hi. What do you hope to get out of our lovely educational institution here at State U? Where do you see yourself, in lets say five or six years in the future Mi-hi? Tell me who you are. Be honest with me now Mi-hi.” The Professor started.

Mi-hi didn’t really want to talk about herself, especially to the Professor, but then like everything else so far she found herself talking about herself to the Professor.

“I’m bright. I’m smart. I’m focused. I really want to succeed. I’ve been planning for a career in the sciences for as long as I can remember. My mom says I was dressing up in a lab coat for Halloween when I was 6. They ... my parents own a restaurant. They figured I’d just work there, like my brother, but I knew I could do more, be more...” She told the Professor and paused.

“And?” The Professor prompted her.

“My parents had to take out a mortgage on the restaurant to send me here to college, even with financial aid and scholarship money it’s costing a lot. I’m going to make it back up to them when I finish grad school. I’m excited about the work you’re doing in the your lab Professor.” She wound up adding as she finished.

“Yes, Ms. Fong you was a very hard working lab assistant and a good college student, ah, but then you might not believe it seeing her now, but dear Bobby was at one time a good hard working lab assistant too, ha, ha, ha. Of course that was before I needed her assistance more in my experiment and she became a subject, ha, ha, ha. A lab assistant subject, ha, ha, ha. My first human subject in fact Mi-hi. Now, what about your personal life, Mi-hi? Do you have a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend? Are you dating? Are you fucking anyone?” The Professor finally asked bluntly.

“I don’t want to tell you about any of that,” Mi-hi said, stubbornly for once.

“But you will Ms. Fong, you will, I insist.” The Professor insisted in a strict tone of voice.

“I’m not dating anyone. I don’t have the time. I’m focusing on my studies right now. I really don’t’ want to tell you any of this. I’m trying to resist Professor.” She paused again after telling him what she didn’t want to tell him.

“But you will Ms. Fong continue.” The Professor prompted her again.

“I sometimes hook up when I’m very stressed and want to unwind. There’s a guy, Jim, I see him occasionally when I want to unwind. He knows the relationship isn’t going anywhere, but he’s fine with that. He only wants the sex, and tells me I’m a good fuck.” She paused again.

“I’m rather disappointed in you Ms. Fong, I was hoping for a mythical virgin. You seemed like the type, but never mind, being a virgin today is really subjective anyway. There is no way to really prove or disprove by a medical examination that you are or aren’t, ha, ha, ha.” The Professor explained.

“And?” The Professor prompted her again to go on.

“Why am I telling you any of this?” Mi-hi managed to actually whine this time. The Professor had been writing something in a notebook all this time, not even looking at her, now he stopped and looked up as he answered her.

“You’re telling me these things Ms. Fong because I asked you to nicely, and because you know deep down that you want to answer all my questions, ha, ha, ha. Well also, because I’ve injected you with some interesting things I’m working on in my lab. The money that you identified as being misappropriated has been going to buy and finance some very interesting experiments in brain chemistry Ms. Fong. I’ve made great strides in ... lets say ... accelerated learning, ha, ha, ha. You’ve been made ... lets say very receptive to my wishes Ms. Fong. What do you think about that?” The Professor explained and paused waiting for her answer. Mi-hi tried once again to get up but couldn’t.

“I ... I think that sounds like really amazing research Professor, but I don’t want to be receptive to your wishes Professor. I want to get out of here.” Mi-hi answered honestly.

“OH, the research is fascinating Ms. Fong, and I’m sure you do want to get out of here Mi-hi, but I’ve asked you to stay seated, calm, and docile, and not to do anything that you think might cause harm to me, or that I wouldn’t want you to do. I’ve also told you to tell me when you’re resisting, or trying to resist me. It’s a good way to keep you from doing anything lets say stupid or rash.” The Professor explained to Mi-hi.

“But I don’t want any of this.” Mi-hi whined.

“Maybe I didn’t make myself clear Mi-hi. The drug I used on you the other night gives me direct access to your subconscious mind. I freed your subconscious mind in a manner of speaking, and this has created what is essentially ... well some would argue about it I would guess ... a split personality. I control that ... that ... other personality now, and it does what I want now, not what you ... well your conscious mind ... you yourself ... your personality ... what have you ... wants Mi-hi my dear, ha, ha, ha. When I was referring to “you” I was referring to that personality Mi-hi, not you you, ha, ha, ha.” The Mad Professor explained to Mi-hi.

“My ... my ... own mind is helping you do this to me Professor?” Mi-hi sobbed, but the Professor just ignored her question and her pitiful sobs.

“Now, one more question before we start to try for some real changes to that stubborn pesky conscious mind of yours Ms. Fong ... Mi-hi. Would you say you’re self-confident? That you know your own mind, and have faith in yourself?” The Professor started, Mi-hi didn’t want to answer really, but she found herself answering anyway.

“I think so. I’ve worked hard to get here. I know what I want out of my career, and I’m working hard towards that goal. I’m focused and reliable. If I’m being honest I guess I’d say I’m a little worried about marriage. My mom like any good Korean mother nags me all the time about dating more seriously, and finding a nice Korean boy to settle down with. That constant nagging gets to me sometimes, but I figure there will be time for all that after I complete my education, and have settled down into my chosen field of science.” She explained to the Professor.

Meanwhile Back at the Barn

Meanwhile in the abandoned and condemned five story office building directly across the street from the Professor’s second story secret lab in a rundown section of the city Tom and Jerry were listening to everything that was going on in the room where Mi-hi was being held. It turned out the secret lab was in a old warehouse that the Professor now owned. Not only was an invisible infrared laser beam being bounced off the window pane, there were other wireless cameras and listening devices scattered around the building too. Tom and Jerry weren’t spies, or law enforcement, they were just two twin brothers that had run afoul of the Professor. Tom and Jerry had been dating Bobby Agapov before she was turned into the Professor’s dizzy bimbo secretary three months ago.

Three months ago Elizabeth (Bobby) Agapov had been one of the smartest girls on the USC college campus, a cheerleader, and in the Alpha Sigma Theta sorority. Tom and Jerry were identical twins that had chased and dated her off and on since they transferred into the Orange County California high school system from Georgia back in the 9th grade when they were all 14. Both twins were 20 years old now, Caucasian, 6 foot 4, 180 pounds, curly brown hair and green eyes. They had both played football and took karate back in high school, and were both popular with the girls. They had been dating Bobby off and on for over 5 years when she was suddenly turned into a brainless bimbo airhead by the Professor. Asked who they looked like they would have probably told you Clint Eastwood.

Elizabeth, Bobby to her friends, was a cute little 5 foot 3, 100 pound, blue eyed blond Caucasian bombshell. Back in the eighteenth century, the prevalent view among European scholars was that the human species had originated in the region of the Caucasus Mountains between what is Russia and Georgia today. By definition Caucasian is a person born or living in the Caucasus. In other words, the term caucasian isn’t necessarily synonymous with “white-skin”, which is what many people have come to believe.

Anyway Bobby was a cheerleader at USC, and if asked who she looked like she would have told you Mary Nabokova, a well known Internet Personality, and high fashion model. Mary’s a little 5 foot 3 blond Russian girl who’s measurements are an amazing 38-24-32, bra/cup size: F (Boobs: Real/Natural). Top heavy like Bobby herself. Also Bobby’s last name Agapov, in Russian that means “love”, which is similar to the ancient Greek “agápe,” which means “unconditional love”. Besides some groping, fondling, and general heavy make out sessions, neither brother had gotten past first base with sweet Bobby when this drastic change had occurred, but both brothers, wanted her back.

Three months ago Bobby was a smart girl with a brilliant future ahead of her, now she had dropped out of cheer, dropped out of her sorority, Alpha Sigma Theta, and was failing every class but Professor Higgins’s classes. She had even moved out of the girls dorms and into Professor Higgins’s townhouse to live the boys found out with a little snooping. If this had still been high school all kinds of red flags would have gone up over a student/teacher relationship, but this was college and college students are judged to be adults the boys were told over and over by the people they complained to.

Yes, they had gone to see the campus police. Yes, they had gone to see the city police. Yes, they had gone to the college dean. Yes, they had exhausted their resources. Bobby was over 18 and she could date whomever she pleased they were told over and over at the different offices. Even her fellow sorority sisters in Alpha Sigma Theta sorority told the boys it was Bobby’s decision to make about who she dated. True 58 year old Psychology Professor Harald Higgins was not exactly an Adonis among the college factuality, ha, ha, ha, but nobody was forcing her to do anything against her will they assured the twins.

Finally, the boys were forced to rely on their own skills and resources to get the job done. There was no way a smart well grounded girl ... woman ... like Bobby becomes a dumb bimbo like this overnight without help. Yes, the boys had accused Professor Higgins of brainwashing Bobby, but without proof nobody was going to do anything about the Professor. So in the end it was up to them, if they wanted something done.

First they had found it was more than easy to acquire bugs, wireless cameras, and listening devices off the Internet if the price was right. This even went for the fancy laser they acquired. Then it was rather simple to put GPS tracking devices in their cars, and even in the heels of Bobby’s shoes when they distracted her during class. That was how they found the Professor’s off campus secret lab ... maybe secret lair was a better description. It was even easy to pick the locks on the Professor’s lair. Were you aware that Amazon and eBay sells several “professional lockpicking kits”. Now, they were watching and listening to him starting to brainwash his newest lab assistant in the warehouse in front of them.

Meanwhile back at the barn present day.

“That’s enough, we have to stop this!” Tom told Jerry and started for the door to the stairway.

“We can’t just go rushing in there we’re not the police Tom!” Jerry said, grabbing Tom’s arm and stopping him from leaving.

“But he’s kidnapped her, and drugged her, and now damn it he’s starting the same thing he did to Bobby I bet you Jerry.” Tom tried to throw off Jerry’s hand holding him back.

“So what are you going to do Prince Valiant ... rush over there and knock on the door politely? Better yet pound on the door and demand entry. If he doesn’t open up what are you going to do, huff and puff and pound the door down with your bare hands.” Jerry told Tom disgustedly.

“But you just heard him...” Tom raved.

“Heard him what Tom? He just told her he’s in control of her subconscious mind and that means he’s in full control of her Tom. What part of, “In Control Of Her”, didn’t you understand dumbass. What’s he got to worry about, ha, ha. If we called the police right now and reported a kidnapping, and if, and that’s a mighty big if big brother, the police rushed in there right now and asked her if she has been kidnapped what’s she going to tell them dumdass?” Jerry demanded of Tom.

“Well she has been brainwashed...” Tom pleaded with Jerry.

“Hey, I know that, and you know that big brother OK, but think for a minute what’s she’s going to say to the police?” Jerry was explaining to Tom.

“OH, Hell, your right little brother she’s going to say she’s fine.” Tom finally conceded defeat and calmed down some.

“Even if we turned over our, “highly illegal wire taps” ... recordings, which we would both go to jail for having because its a violation of their privacy, to the police she could just explain it all away as some kind of kinky role playing game her and the Professor were both into.” Jerry explained to an irate Tom.

“So what are we going to do younger brother?” Tom finally asked ... demanded ... in disgust, but begrudgingly admitting defeat.

“As much as I hate myself for saying ... having to say this big brother ... we were never here to save this new girl ... this Mi-hi Fong, We are here to save ... well get back Elizabeth Agapov, our Bobby. We were going to get the evidence to prove that Professor Higgins was drugging his students and brainwashing them. OK, so now we know he is, but now ... and I know this is hard big brother ... now we have to sit here and do nothing until we know how he does it...” Tom broke in.

“Your ... We’re ... just going to sit up here while he turns another innocent girl into a brainless bimbo ... his brainless bimbo?” Tom asked in disbelief.

“Think about it Tom, if we know what drugs he used, and how he did it we have more than an even chance we can reverse engineer it in our Bobby. We have to believe it’s reversible. We have to believe we can get our Bobby back. In fact we can reverse engineer it in both girls ... women ... at the same time. This is the only way I see to do this Tom. If the police arrested him right now he would just deny everything, and maybe even destroy his notes on his research and the drug itself. We have to get in there and get his research notes, and get a sample of the drug or drugs he uses.” Jerry finished up.

“Get his research notes! Get a sample of his drug! We should be destroying all that...” Jerry broke in this time.

“Patience big brother ... patience ... after we understand what he’s done to our Bobby ... and have our revenge on this Professor Higgins, we will destroy everything.” Jerry explained to Tom.

“OK, until Bobby is fixed ... well herself again, you have my word I’ll help and wait. Pact little brother.” Tom reluctantly agreed and they both went back to listening and watching the Professor’s brainwashing session with Mi-hi. Tom considered this was the hardest thing he had ever done, Jerry was intrigued to learn how the Professor had discovered whatever this was.

Brainwashing 101

“That’s very good, Mi-hi. Now, listen to me carefully.” He leaned closer to her. “I appreciate you telling me about yourself, but you know, deep down, more surely than you’ve ever known anything else in your whole life that you don’t know yourself as well as I do. You are just a young immature college student after all, and I’m your teacher, a voice of authority you’ve been told over and over to listen to. I’m an older fully tinctured psychology professor with great experience in the field of psychology. It only makes sense that I understand you much better than you understand yourself young lady. You agree, don’t you Mi-hi.” He directed her.

Mi-hi opened her mouth to respond ... to disagree ... to tell him that that didn’t make sense. He couldn’t possibly know her better than she knew herself. He had only known her for a couple of months really.