“I am a girl” said Irene. To Stacey, it was as if she had thought that herself.

“I am a girl. I am Stacey. I have always been a girl. And I love being a girl, more than anything. I love to dress in sexy clothes. I love to show off my boobs. I love to wear miniskirts. I love to wear makeup. I love being pretty.”

These thoughts were all etching themselves into Stacey’s mind. Irene continued with her reprogramming.

“I am a girl. I am female. I need love. I need a relationship. I need a man. I just *have* to have a guy! I feel so lonely by myself, and only a guy can make me feel happy. I want to be really pretty, so I can attract a cute guy. That’s why I love to dress up so.”