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Next, the hypnotist put me to sleep and told me I was going to sneeze every time he said the word pepper, and every time I sneezed the three girls to my right were going to have an orgasm, and the two guys were going to fart and be proud of it. Things were getting complicated.

I was terrified about sneezing. I can cough or laugh or burp on command, but I cant really sneeze on command. I was afraid it was going to look fake. I still wanted to trick the audience into thinking I was truly hypnotized, and wasnt sure whether the rest of the volunteers beside me were hypnotized or what. So when the hypnotist said pepper, I just sort of sniffled. The girls beside me were, I think in retrospect, confused over whether they were supposed to come or not. The hypnotist said pepper again and I let out the lamest sneeze in the world, which caused the girls to have some pretty weak orgasms. I felt like the hypnotist was getting frustrated with my lame ass sneezes, and he started sneezing loudly himself. At this point, I felt very guilty that I had let everyone down. My sneezes sucked, and werent able to make a single girl truly cream her jeans. I also started to realize that, essentially, everyone on stage was faking. The audience didnt want me to truly sneeze. They wanted me to fake sneeze, loudly, because it was funny that way. Everyone on stage was acting, and doing so badly, but everyone in the audience was amazed and buying it completely, just like I did as a kid, because they wanted to.

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