I had a little problem though, as I found that in my extreme rush to get undressed, I'd ripped off almost every button from my shirt.

Pam laughed and said, "Honey, You're going to need a new shirt, I think the animal in you destroyed that one!"

"Let's go Shopping!" she said glowingly.

"I'll follow you anywhere, lady!" I said, as I pulled her close and kissed her.

We headed for the elevator and went to the main deck that held most of the shops. Pam led me to a very trendy shop, where she went about picking me out a completely new outfit.

While the outfit wasn't something that Jan would have liked or that I would normally worn, I owed it to Pam to try it on. Quickly, I came back out to show her.

By the huge smile on her face and the sparkling look in her eyes, I could tell that Pam was pleased with the brand new me. I told her that I loved it and that she should get a new outfit as a reward for dressing me.

Like a kid in a candy store, she quickly grabbed a couple of outfits and headed to dressing rooms.

With in minutes she came out to display herself for my approval, asking me how I liked each one. She looked great in everything she wore, but when she came out in the last outfit, a two piece bikini and tropical sargon wrap coverup, she'd never looked so lovely.

I told her that she was "The Most beautiful Women on the Ship".

Pam blushed. Quickly we paid for the outfits and cutting off the tags, we wore them out.

As we strolled hand in hand talking, Pam suddenly pointed to a Shop called "3 Wishes" and asked me how I'd liked her lingerie last night.

My mouth dropped and I told her, "You looked wonderful in and out of it!"

"Well, Why don't you pick something out for tonight!" she said smiling, as she grabbed my arm and pulled me through the door.

Cheerfully, she led through the store filled with corsets, teddies and every kind of women's sexual wear. At the back sales counter, we found a catalog filled with everything they carried.

"Why don't you find something special for tonight, "ANYTHING" your heart desires and I'll wear it for you!" Pam said smiling.

"I'll give you a few minutes, Have Fun!" she said, as she walked back into the middle of the store.

"Wow, anything I want" I thought, as I searched through page after page of skimpy, sexy outfits, each of which turned me on.

I noticed that there were tabs on the side of the catalog that divided it into various sections. Most of the tabs were for all the standard lingerie items: Babydolls, Camisoles, Corsets, Teddies, etc; But the last two sections caught my eye, which read "Fantasy" and "Rental Costumes".

Grabbing those tabs, I threw the catalog wide open to the fantasy section. Everything from sexy Lil Bo Peep, Greek Goddess, and French maid outfits to wild ones like; Jungle, Pirates, Harem Girl and 60's "Groovy Psychedelic" get ups.

My mind began to race, as I looked at woman after woman, dressed in all kinds of cute and sexy outfits.

But when I hit the section for costumes that were available for rent, an old childhood hypnosis fantasy flew back full force to me.

While these clothes were normally reserved for

Mardi Gras, historical Era and Halloween shipboard parties; my mind began devising a more entertaining personal use for them.

I called one of the sales girls over and asked her how the rentals worked. She explained the process and I quickly showed the sales lady the three outfits that I wanted.

I told her my measurements and looking at Pam, she said that Pam was about a size 6. Checking a computer terminal, the Sales girl said that she had all the outfits in stock.

I asked if she could do something so I could surprise my wife and she quickly replied that for an extra couple of dollars, she'd put them in a solid paneled garment bag. I told her that that would be fantastic and she disappeared into the back.

Having a few minutes, I slowly snuck up behind Pam and wrapped my arms around her waist. Pulling her tight, I planted a few kisses on the side of her neck, as she giggled with delight.

"Well did you find something special for tonight?" she asked curiously.

"Yea, I've found something interesting to try." I said. We talked for a few minutes, till the sales girl emerged from the back and called out my name.

Hanging the garment bag on a hook behind her, She rang up my bill,

as Pam came up behind me.

"Well are you going to show me what's inside?" Pam asked curiously.

"Oh, I want it to be a surprise, Pam!" I said, concealing my hidden agenda, as I paid the bill.

On the way back to the room, in a small unique shop, I saw a large old-fashioned hourglass. "Perfect" I thought as I told Pam that I had to pick up something and asked her to wait while I ran inside.

Entering the shop, I immediately went to the counter and asked if they had another hourglass, like the one in the window. The sales lady quickly returned with a boxed hourglass that I quickly purchased.

"You're sure a man of mystery, today." Pam said, as I exited the store.

All the way back to our room, Pam kept pestering me for hints, while she tried to guess what I'd picked out. Finally we reached her room and Pam quickly opened the door, hoping to end the suspense.

Once we were inside, impatiently she asked, "Honey, Can you show me what's in the bag?"

"I'll show you in a minute." I said, as her flustered face begged for immediate attention.

"But first I think we should have some "Pineapple Pie" Pam!" I said forcefully, watching to see her reaction.

In an aggravated tone, she began to respond.

"SOME PINE.....appl" Her voice trailed to nothing, as her mouth dropped open and her eyes glazed over.

I waited for a second, then asked, "Pam, Can you hear Me?"

A weak monotone "YES" slowly came out of her already open mouth.

I'd only dreamed of being a hypnotist, as I felt such a power rush, while I looked at my helpless hypnotized little woman.

"You will "Obey" me and will do whatever I ask," I commanded smiling and wondering if she was really going to accept all this "Obey" mumble-jumble.

To my pleasant surprise, Pam quickly responded "YES" without any hint of any hesitation or expression in her voice.

"Very Good Girl, Pam!" I said reassuringly, with an overwhelming mixture of joy and glee, totally pleased with how well this was going.

Turning around, I took a few minutes to laying out all the costumes on the bed; one was called 'Innocent Western Wife', another called 'Hottie, Can-Can Girl' and finally one for myself called 'Riverboat Gambler'.

Grabbing the Western Wife costume, I held it out towards Pam and said, "Pam, you will take these clothes to the bathroom, take off everything that you are wearing and change completely into it!"

As Pam's hands began to slowly reach out to accept the full-length dress, I said, "Also, You will put your hair up in a style that women in the 'Old West' would wear!"

"When you are done, you will return to me." I said in a commanding tone, as Pam's hands finally grabbed the garment. Dazed, she turned around without a word and head to the bathroom.

It seemed like an eternity while I waited for Pam to return. I thought about how lame and childish this fantasy was, but still it had been so indelibly ingrained in my mind since I was a kid, that I just had to play it out.

Finally the door slowly opened and Pam walked out as if she'd been snatched out of the "Old West" by a time machine. A large smile broke out across my face, as I looked at her and contemplated my little scheme.

"Sit down Pam!" I said, as I pulled out a chair and Pam sat down.

"Sleep Pam!" I commanded.

As Pam's eyes delightfully closed and her head fell, I was euphoric, as one my minds most cherished fantasy, was now within my grasp.

I sat on the bed, next to where Pam sat motionless on the chair and said, "Pam, You're going to help me fulfill one of my oldest fantasies this afternoon!"

"In fact you will do whatever it takes," I stated, "Won't You, Pam?".

Softly, she replied " Yes."

"You'll become whatever or whoever I ask you to be, without an question to help me fulfill this fantasy!" I commanded.

Again another lovely "Yes" escaped from Pam's mouth

"Pam, when I snap my fingers, you will immediately forget everything about ever being Pam Thompson and you will become "Sarah Johnson", a Farmer's wife in old West around the mid-1800's."

"You're a young, strong, morally minded, married woman who is traveling with her husband Jim to California." I forcefully said, "You are from the south and speak with a southern drawl."

"Do you Understand?" I asked, wondering if this was really going to happen.

But as Pam again softly answered "Yes", my all my anxieties were relieved.

"Very good" I said in a very pleased tone, "Then Listen!"

With that said, I flicked my fingers and a loud "SNAP" rang out across the room.

Pam just sat there, but I could tell something was happening. Her eyes began moving rapidly inside her closed eyelids and her head began to rock ever so slowly side to side.

Something was going on in Pam's pretty little head, but I had to wait to see. Slowly the fluttering in Pam's eyelids began to slow down and as it finally stopped, curiously I asked, "Sarah, can you hear me?"

I held my breath, wondering what Pam's response was going to be.

Finally, Pam's mouth slowly opened and I heard in the sweetest southern drawl, "Yes'um, I hears ya."

"Wow, It didn't even sound like Pam." I thought.

"Sarah, tell me what year is it and where are you?" I asked.

" It's 1846, I reckoned and I'm travlin with my new husbun Jim to

Cali-for-nia." She declared without hesitation.

It was better than I'd ever expected, it was almost like she was reliving a past life or channeling a spirit from the old west as she talked.

"Very Good, Sarah," I said, "Now Sleep and Listen!"

"Now Sarah, it's been a long hard trip," I began, "and you've finally reached Cripple Creek Colorado."

"You've stopped for a day so your husband Jim can go to the town for supplies," I continued, "But when Jim came back, He'd said that he'd been swindled out of all the money in a crooked card game at the big saloon."

"He said that He'd had a little too much to drink and had lost every cent you both had." I said, "Now Jim says that he has to work for 3 months at the saloon to pay off additional gambling debts."

I waited for a few seconds for Pam's mind soaked it all in as her eyes again fluttered rapidly under her eyelids.

Once again her eyes stopped and I continued speaking, "Now Sarah, You're very angry, knowing that Jim and you won't be able to make it to California without the money and working for three month will mean spending the winter in this wicked little town."

"Mad, You've stormed into town to confront the crooked owner of a saloon in the town." I said, as I watched her face begin to develop a stern look. "Normally, you'd never set foot in such a wicked place as a Saloon with all its debauchery."

"You believe that Saloons are wicked places filled with evil liquor that turns men's minds away from what is good to doing that which is evil."

"Saloons are filled with brazen little hussies that dance that wicked "Can-Can" dance to make men lust after them and the lewd immoral women that sell themselves to make money."

Again I watched, as Pam's mind again began processing the new stream of information, I'd just gave her, with her eyes flashed rapidly back and forth inside her eyelids.

Finishing, I told her that she what believe that our cabin was an office in the back of an old wooden saloon and she now meeting with the evil owner about what had happened to Jim.

I waited for my final words to impact Pam's brain as I slow began undressing. As her eyes stopped moving.

"Sarah, stand up and come with me!" I commanded.

Slowly, Pam got up and followed me into the bathroom. Then I turned her around and told her to put her hand on the door handle.

"Sarah, When you hear me snap my fingers, you will awake, knock on the door and enter the room believing you are in back office of the saloon." I said.

"You're going to be mad and want to tell the owner just what you think of him and his wicked establishment." I repeated.

Then I asked, "Do you understand, Sarah?"

"Yes'um" respectfully came from Pam's lips, as I slowly squeezed out the door and closed it.

Quickly, I finished dressing into my 'Riverboat Gambler' costume and unpacked the ornate hourglass. Sitting down at the table, I raised my Hand and....."SNAP!"

The loud sound resounded throughout the cabin, as my heart raced with anticipation. Immediately I heard a knock on the door and hardly being able to talk, I stuttered out a "Who is It?"

"I is Sarah Johnson, Sir," Pam/Sarah said with her old southern drawl, "and I needs to talk withs you."

"Well come in young Lady!" I said with a western accent, as Sarah opened the door and walking in the room.

"Well what can I do for you, little lady?" I asked smiling, "With a body like yours, are you looking for a job dancing or do want to make more money working upstairs?"

Pam, or I should say "Sarah" was perfect, as she with a stern scowl on her face shouted, "Wells... I NEVER!!!! I AIN't NO Hussy or Whoring Jezebel!!!"

She looked at me in a totally disgusted manner.

"Well hold your horses there, Little lady!" I said, as I gestured for her to settle down, "Aren't You looking for work?"

"I ain't lookin for no whoring work, I is a proper lady!" Sarah said with a proud look on her face.

"Then what is it that's burnin your britches, little missy?" I asked,

"Why don't you settle yourself down right there and tell me about it."

I said, as Sarah sat down across the table from me.

"Then Sarah went off, "Mys hushun Jim dun comes here to gets our supplies and Your thievin Men dun plied him with whiskey and dancin whores!"

"Thens ya bushwacked him in a crooked card game, ya'all are nothin but a bunch of thievin crooks!" She said scowling.

I smiled as I looked into her completely serious face, her eyes burning with anger.

"Settle Down little Filly!" I said, "Just cuz your husband is weak willed, who ain't man enough to hold his whiskey and losses all your money, that ain't my fault."

Still steaming, She said, "Well, You's stills wants him to work for you's for the next 3 months and we's ain't goin to be ables to get to

Cali-forn-ia before winters!"

"Well if you worked for me you could cut that time in half or maybe more if you'd just loosen up and use your God-given assets." I offered, smiling from ear to ear.

"Well's, I's a Married Woman and aint no hussy or whore!" she said scowling.

"Too bad, Your husband wasn't as strong minded as you, maybe he wouldn't have lost all your money." I said laughing,

"But it's too bad you're so strong minded, cuz you could work for me." I said shaking my head. "But you being so strong and unyielding, you'll not be seeing California till next year!"

Pam or I should say Sarah looked totally frustrated, as I made an offer that she couldn't resist.

"Sarah, is it?" I said looking into Sarah's eyes, "Are you a betting woman?"

"I ain't goin to ply you with liquor and you won't be distracted by my dancin girls, as you claim your poor weak willed husband was,"

I proclaimed, "But If you win, I'll give you all the supplies your money would have bought and let you husband out of his debt, so you can make it to California this year."

As a cautious, yet wondering look broke out on Sarah's face, she asked,

"What-in you wants if's I lose?" Then wondering she said, "I ain't doing no whoring and I's don'ts plays no cards anyhows!"

"OK, no Whorin, no cards," I said reassuringly, "all I want if I win is 3 more months of your husbands labor, which still will let you leave for California next spring." " Remember the reason you're stuck here was his poor judgment in the first place" I said, looking her straight in the eye.

A perplexed look came across Sarah's face as she asked, "No cards???, then whats do I haves to do to win?"

"Sarah, You're a Moral, Christian, Woman, who is strong minded, "Right?" I asked

"Yes'um, I reckon" she replied

"Then do you believe you're strong enough to just watch the sand fall for just one hour as I just talk to you, without falling asleep?" I asked, as I raised the hourglass from the floor and placed it in the middle of the table.

"If you stay awake, tomorrow you are off to California," I said smiling, "but if you don't your husband works for 3 more months and your leave next spring"

Sarah smiled broadly as she inquisitively asked, " If'ins I stays awake for one hour, you's sends us on our way, that's all's I have to do?"

"Yes little lady, Watch the sand for one hour and win," I said smiling, "look away or fall asleep and lose, it's just that easy."

"DEAL?" I asked, as I held out my hand.

"DEALS!!!" Sarah said, as she excitingly shook it.

As our hands parted, I looked at her and asked:

"Ready?"

Sarah nodded, as I could see her mustering all her strength and attention for the challenge, so I turned the glass over.

The fine grains of sand began cascading into the empty round glass bottom, as Sarah's eyes locked in on it.

"Well Little Lady," I said as I began, " All you have to do is just watch the sand and relax."

"I ain't going to relax!" Sarah said defiantly as her eyes remained locked on the bottom globe.

"Well suit yourself," I said "But you have a long time to watch that sand fall and being that tense is going to be very tiring."

"I'llsbe just fine" she replied

"Sarah" I said, "If you stare any harder I think the glass is going to break."

"Well' I's gots to win and you's ain't going to stop me!" Sarah said defiantly.

"I wouldn't think of it." I said as I got up and moved behind Sarah.

"What's ya doing, rustling around back there?" Sarah asked nervously, as I closed the porthole window curtains and dimmed the room lights.

"You better not look or you lose," I reminded her, "All you need to worry about is watching that sand fall and you win!"

Quickly, I turned on a high intensity reading light from the bed behind Sarah and slowly adjusted it till its beam of light was focus on the Glass globe and the now glimmering sand.

"What you's doing?" Sarah said alarmingly.

"Whys you's makin it so dark and the sand's so shiny?" she asked.

"I'm just helping you little lady, so you can see the shiny sand better" I replied in my most reassuring voice.

"You know that the sand in that glass looks like a pretty waterfall and it falls so softly down, down, down into the bottom, doesn't it, Sarah?"

"Yes-um, it's does sparkles like little fireflies" Sarah replied

" Yes Sarah,........ Like thousands of pretty fireflies, so pretty and sparkling aren't they?" I said

"Yes-um, they're darn pretty lil sparklers" she said

As I looked from the side, I could see the sparkling glow reflecting marvelous off the sand and back into Sarah's face and eyes

Then summoning all my back logged knowledge of hypnosis; from articles & stories I'd read, some movies I'd seen, and a few live hypnosis shows I'd gone to as a kid, I began my best amateur induction.