Jake, a wiry, hyperactive 13-year-old with messy hair and a nervous energy, paces restlessly beside his desk. Today marks his first day at college—a world that feels both thrilling and intimidating. He glances at the clock, awaiting his guest, fidgeting with the controller in his hands.
Alex, a composed psychology major with thoughtful eyes, steps inside, clutching a notepad. Behind him, Matt, Jake’s older brother—a tall, athletic eighteen-year-old—leans against the doorframe, arms crossed with a skeptical look. "Why’s he here, Jake?" "I invited him, Matt. He wants to try hypnosis on me for his class," Jake replies, glancing between the two.
Jake sits on the bed, knees tucked up, while Alex jots notes and Matt slouches nearby, scrolling on his phone. The conversation turns personal. "You know Jake and I used to date, right?" Matt says, voice tinged with awkward humor. "Yeah, my brother’s gay. He dumped me 'cause I acted like a kid," Jake shrugs, half-joking, half-defensive.
"I have low self-esteem. And I still wet the bed. People make fun of me at school and here in college. Matt gives me wedgies, calls me a baby, and even pantsed me in front of everyone," Jake blurts, his voice trembling. "Do you think hypnosis could help with that?" he asks, hopeful but uncertain. "Maybe with your confidence, but I’m not sure about the bedwetting. Still, I’ll do my best," Alex responds gently.
"Jake, listen to my voice. Breathe deeply. When I snap my fingers, relax and let your thoughts drift," Alex instructs. Jake’s posture slackens, his face serene. "Why do you think you feel this way?" Alex asks quietly. "When I was seven, everyone picked on me for wearing diapers. I always mess up, but school’s the worst. Now they laugh because I’m the youngest in college and still wet the bed," Jake murmurs, his words slow and honest.
"What do you like besides games, Jake?" Alex inquires. "Anime, movies, soccer," Jake answers. "Alright. When I snap my fingers, you’ll wake up. Just remember—you’re not alone. We’ll figure this out. Maybe what you need isn’t to stop being yourself, but to have someone who understands," Alex says, snapping his fingers. Jake blinks, looking dazed but lighter, as Alex offers a reassuring smile. "I’ve got a few ideas that might help, and I’m here for you. Let’s take it one step at a time,"
