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This is probably more of a caption than a story. I just saw the photo and thought the hoodie looked amazing, and that the guy looked like he had just heard sad or upsetting news. As always when saving time, have the story jump straight to the transformation discovery phase.

I thought he looked a bit like a redneck, but wearing high quality scally gear, so I threw in the ATV part to make it a bit more rural.

I imagine the hypnotist leaves him to stew in his misery and have a bit of self discovery. He'll find that piece after piece of physical evidence of his past identity is gone. Instead he finds things that replaced them. His soccer kit. Motor magazines. Machine parts. Mechanic overall. Tools.

He tries to call one of his old friends, but he gets pissed right away and tells him to fuck off with no further explanations. Same thing with the next call. So when the hypnotist arrives the day after the unwilling scally is desperate to know about what he has done.

- Please, I need to know!
- Know what? What you have become?
- Sure, whatever. Just make me remember anything.
- Say "I wish I wasn't just a cunt, but a fucking scally."
- What?
- You heard me. If you weren't such a big cunt, none of this would have happened to begin with.
- *sigh* I wish I wasn't just a cunt, but a fucking scally.

(obviously with more "mate" and heavy accent, but it's so annoying to write) At which point the hypnotist of course turns him back into the scally persona, but with full knowledge of his real past.

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