Write a fun, easy-to-read script based on the following, except with a female hypnotist instead, and change it up a bit to keep it fresh:

Todd was walking down the street when he first saw the guy. It was Saturday morning and he had decided to stroll down to the coffee shop and read for a bit before figuring out what to do with the rest of his day. Walking down the sidewalk, which was still not terribly crowded at ten in the morning, he was thrown to see a group of people up ahead near the entrance to a park. Intending to squeeze past them, he noticed they were all crowded around staring at a well-dressed young guy in his 20s standing next to a sign: “GET HYPNOTIZED!” it read. “BECOME A YOUTUBE STAR!”

“...as I said, ladies and gentlemen: we are looking for the MOST hypnotizable candidate—someone among you who is incredibly good at going deep into trance. It might be you! You never know ’til you try. Get hypnotized for FREE and become the star of my channel if you desire. Don’t worry—nothing will be uploaded without your consent, and you’ll be given a share in any and all profits. Come on... What are you guys, chicken?” he asked. Todd smirked. This guy was a born showman. He had the carnival barker routine down pat.

The entire crowd looked bemused but not terribly interested in participating. Todd knew how they felt. He was just turning to continue on his way when the guy’s voice stopped him: “You there, redheaded guy! Come on, give it a try. What have you got to lose?”

Todd turned around. As he feared, the guy was staring right at him.

“No thanks,” he said. “I’m good.” He held up his book and gave it a jiggle, indicating he had other things to do.

“Come on, just five minutes of your time! I promise, when it doesn’t work, you’ll be back on your way,” said the guy congenially. Todd felt bad for him. He was clearly hustling, trying to get a talent show to happen and not having an incredible amount of luck. And besides, he was pretty cute. Normally, Todd wouldn’t have gone out of his way to help someone like this, but the prospect of being in close physical proximity to this handsome young man pushed things over the edge. Fine, what the hell? He could waste five minutes letting this hot dude try to work his mumbo jumbo.

Making a show of sighing as he turned around, Todd slipped through the last ring of the crowd and into the center of the circle, eliciting a round of applause from some of the closer spectators. “Thanks so much, man, you’re a lifesaver,” whispered the hypnotist, slipping an arm over his shoulder and ushering him up to the “front” of the little human amphitheater. It was embarrassing to admit, but Todd’s heart skipped a beat when the guy touched him. Already this was paying dividends.

“What’s your name, brave volunteer?” the guy asked theatrically.

“Uh, Todd,” said Todd, smiling bashfully.

“Hey everybody, how about a hand for Uh-Todd,” said the hypnotist, raising his free arm to beckon applause. A smattering more came this time, and a little whistle from off somewhere. The guy’s other arm was still over Todd’s shoulder. That was nice.

“Have you ever been hypnotized, Todd?” asked the guy.

Todd shook his head no. “I don’t really believe in it, actually,” he said, unsure if that was a polite thing to say right now.

“Well, let’s see if we can’t make a believer out of you,” the guy replied. “Are you ready to be hypnotized, Todd?”

Todd shrugged. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“You mind saying it to that guy over there?” said the hypnotist, pointing at a guy a few feet away in the front row of the crowd, holding a small digital camera with a microphone attached. “Don’t worry, that’s just my cameraman. But we won’t put anything online without your permission, okay?”

“Uh, cool,” said Todd. His shoulders relaxed a little. He hadn’t realized he tensed up at the presence of the cameraman, but he did. Todd was introverted and rather private—definitely not a public performer. He didn’t even relish being in the center of this group, but considering he expected to just stand there with his eyes closed for a bit before being dismissed, he was willing to do so for this guy’s sake. Having it posted on the Internet was definitely something he wasn’t down for, though. He figured it would be easy to say that later and didn’t want to cause a fuss, so for the moment he decided to humor the guy. Broadcasting any kind of public humiliation online was definitely a no-go.

“Can you say it to him? It’s just something I do in the start of my videos,” prompted the guy, again.

“Oh, uh... My name is Todd, and I’m ready to be hypnotized,” said Todd, turning to the camera guy. He tried to put a little emphasis on the back end, but it was so half-hearted it probably came out sounding goofier than anything. Come to think of it, the camera guy was also kinda cute. It was making Todd sort of nervous.

“Great,” said the hypnotist, stepping around so he was facing Todd, pulling his arm around and off Todd’s shoulder in the process, until only his fingertips remained.

“Now, I want you to stare in my eyes and take a deep breath, Todd,” he said. Todd barely had time to get a closer look at the guy and his outfit. He was wearing burgundy slacks and a t-shirt with some band logo under a jean jacket. His shoes were fashionable designer sneakers, and he had a fedora on his head. It was honestly a bit of a douchey get-up, but Todd had never felt terribly fashionable, so there was an element to it that he kind of got off on. He was jealous of guys with the confidence to pull off something like this... in front of all these people. Todd could barely get up to give a presentation at work.

“Just stare into my eyes,” the guy said again, and Todd focused on his blue-green pupils. He did have pretty eyes, and there was an element of intimacy to the act that left a strange lump in Todd’s throat. He could imagine being on a date, this guy sweeping him off his feet, just staring into his warm eyes all evening... He probably had a girlfriend that he spent most nights with going to stupid bars.

“That’s it, Todd. Just stare deeply into my eyes,” he cooed. Todd did as instructed and felt his lids become a little more sluggish and heavy. There was something so soothing, calming, about this guy’s voice, and the gentle, intimate touch of his fingers on his shoulder. Todd barely noticed as the man’s right hand slid up and gently grasped his left.

“I’m going to begin shaking your had now, but don’t worry about that. Just continue to focus on my eyes and my voice. So easy to get lost in my eyes. Yesterday is past and tomorrow a million miles away. You can simply relax and let everything go... You’re here with me now... I’ll take care of you...”

Unconsciously, Todd nodded. His lids continued to sag as he stared into the young man’s eyes. Outside his field of vision, Todd nevertheless remembered this man’s shoulders were broad, his chest stout. He could imagine inching just a little closer, so close—so terribly, terribly close—and slipping into the warmth and comfort of his arms. Unbeknownst to Todd, the man had begun to shake his hand, gently, so imperceptibly that Todd indeed remained unaware of it—a steady, rhythmic movement that helped further lull him into a state of relaxed submission.

“That’s it, Todd. You feel so safe and warm. You’re doing wonderfully. You know there’s nothing to be afraid of, nothing to make you resist. I’ve got you and I’ve got you completely. You can completely and totally trust me to take care of you during this process. To care for and watch over you as you just focus deeper on making yourself relax. Listen to my voice, Todd, and relax. Relax deeper and deeper, stronger and stronger, letting every ounce of tension drain from your body. Feel your eyelids growing heavy, not with sleep, but relaxation—it’s simply more relaxing to have your eyes closed, and you can continue to stand here and listen with your eyes closed whenever it feels right, and you know for certain you won’t miss a thing. Whenever you feel ready and comfortable, just let your eyes drift closed and feel yourself relaxing deeper. Feel yourself relaxing deeper now, Todd. Deeper and deeper now...”

Todd took a deep, relaxing breath in, feeling the oxygen flood his lungs and pour into the rest of his body. So relaxing to breathe deep. Somehow in the back of his mind he barely registered that he was staring at nothing but blackness. When had he closed his eyes?

“That’s it, Todd. Deeper and deeper. And as you breathe deeper and deeper and relax, I want you to know that soon you’re going to drift off to sleep. In just a moment, at the count of five, I’m going to tug your hand gently, and when I do, you’re going to drift off completely, deeply and totally asleep. Your legs will remain standing, but you’re going to drift deep, deep to sleep and let your whole body relax. At the count of five, Todd. One...” said the hypnotist. (When had he become The Hypnotist? Wasn’t he just “the guy?”)

“Two...” he pulled down again, in time with the shakes.

“Three...” Todd could anticipate and follow the gentle rhythm. He was strangely looking forward to the end, though relaxed as he was, he still wasn’t sure he was hypnotized.

“FourfiveSLEEP,” said the hypnotist, tugging down sharply on Todd’s arm. While the hypnotist had told him to remain standing, Todd’s mind, overloaded, couldn’t process things fast enough, and he felt his legs crumple, his body sliding forward into the hypnotist’s waiting arms. His head rolled onto the guy’s chest and shoulder—exactly where he’d dreamed of resting—as the hypnotist caught him under the armpits, pushing him back to his feet.

“Very good, Todd. Remain standing and go deeper,” he said, propping Todd back up to his feet and gingerly pulling his hands back by an inch, just to confirm the young redhead wasn’t going to fall. “Deeper and deeper to sleep,” he said, resting a hand on Todd’s right shoulder and snapping gently into the ear on his left. For his part, Todd was aware of what was happening but didn’t much care—he was just focused on relaxing and going deeper, deeper with each snap and every touch.

“This next round of applause will not wake you,” said the hypnotist, before turning to the crowd. “How about a hand for Todd?” he asked, raising his free arm again. A louder round of applause rippled through the slowly growing crowd. A few people besides the cameraman were even filming now. Finally, they had a sight to see. The nerdy little redhead had seemed quiet and ordinary when pulled up to the center of the ring. Dressed in unassuming slacks and a dress shirt, he looked like any mid-level employee of a corporate office. It was fascinating to see him now, like a robot that had been powered down, standing immobile, his head slumped and arms dangling—a wind-up toy ready to be sent off on its first task.

“Todd, in just a moment, I’m going to awaken you. When I do, I want you to be listening for two very important words. The first is ‘Freeze,’ and the second is ‘Sleep.’ Whenever I say the word ‘Freeze,’ you will immediately stop what you’re doing and become frozen like a statute. Whenever I point at you, click my fingers, tap you on the forehead, or simply say ‘Sleep,’ you will immediately return to this state of peaceful and blissful relaxation, standing just as you are now, body keeping you from falling or doing anything that might injure yourself while always letting you sink deeper, deeper, deeper. Nod your head if you understand, Todd.” Todd nodded. They were simple enough instructions, though he didn’t give a second’s thought to whether he intended to follow them. He was simply enjoying standing and relaxing, drifting peacefully.

“Very good, Todd. Rising back out of hypnosis and wide awake at the count of three. One... two... three!” the hypnotist snapped. Todd’s eyes blinked and fluttered open as he drew a deep, relaxing breath. That had been odd.

“How you doin’, Todd?” asked the guy.

“Fine...” muttered Todd, disoriented.

“That was weird, huh?” asked the hypnotist.

“I feel relaxed...” Todd said, blinking again.

“For sure. What we’re doing now is a process called fractionation. It’s meant to take you deeper and deeper into relaxation. So now, taking a deep breath, I want you to just close your eyes and SLEEP for me,” said the hypnotist, snapping on the word “sleep” directly in Todd’s ear. Immediately, Todd felt his head slide back into his chest and his arms and shoulders go limp.

“Very good, Todd, and at the count of three, two, one, wide awake,” said the hypnotist, snapping again. Once more Todd’s eyes popped open and he raised his head, blinking confusedly.

“How’s that?” asked the hypnotist.

“I don’t know, I—”

“SLEEP,” the hypnotist interrupted, snapping again and pushing Todd’s head back into his chest with a hand placed gently on the back of his skull. Todd felt his mind and body go limp. It was so easy to just focus and do what the man said.

“That’s very good, Todd, each time taking you a hundred times deeper. Deeper and deeper... At the count of three, I’m going to awaken you one last time, and when I do, I want you simply to count backwards from three to one and immediately put yourself back to sleep. One, two, three, do that now, Todd,” he said, snapping.

Todd breathed in and raised his head again. Everything this guy did seemed so smooth, so practiced. It was like each sentence, each gesture just bled into the other ineluctably, so there was no way to interrupt. He just flowed on and on, and he made Todd part of it—made him want to be a part of that flow. It was impossible to stop him, impossible to think of doing anything besides what he had to say.

“Three, two, one...” Todd found himself muttering, almost before realizing it, and by the time he did, his eyes were already fluttering closed and he was drifting back into a deep, relaxing sleep...