Brandon excitedly straightens his wrestling posters, trying to look older than his thirteen years, his red hair sticking up in every direction. Jake, Brandon’s older brother, lounges on the beanbag, phone in hand, glancing at the doorway. George enters, clutching a thick book under one arm, his onesie zipped up to his chin, and eyes blinking, not quite ready for socializing.

"George, you should try wrestling with us. It’ll help your self-esteem, and you could get in shape for your videos," "Ha! Like George would ever get out of that onesie," "At least I don’t wet the bed like Brandon," "No way! I don’t do that, and anyway, I didn’t hypnotize you last weekend," "If I saw you hypnotize George, maybe I’d join wrestling,"

"Fine. Watch the spiral, Brandon. Just let your body relax and your eyes grow heavy," Brandon stares, eyelids drooping, slumping deeper into his cartoon sheets. "The heavier your eyes feel, the deeper you go. Just close them if you want. When I snap my fingers, you’ll be under my control," Brandon nods, his body limp, his mind swimming in the spiral’s colors.

*Snap!* "Brandon, strip down to your underwear and act like a dog," Brandon fumbles with his pajamas, revealing cartoon briefs, then drops to all fours, barking and wagging an imaginary tail. "Oh man! Thirteen and still wearing cartoon briefs," "It gets even better. Brandon still wets the bed,"

"Ready for the next challenge?" "Brandon, go to your room and put on your goodnight diaper. Come back when you’re ready," Brandon rises, eyes half-closed, shuffling out of the room as Jake and George exchange glances.

Brandon stands in the doorway, cheeks red, but a small smile forming. "Guess wrestling might help you toughen up after all," "Next time, maybe we’ll hypnotize Jake,"