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TV Transformation
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Male Lesbian (Adventures of Sissy Dani)
I was not aware that my girlfriend had begun studying
hypnosis, nor that she harbored ambitions of petticoating me. But
I soon discovered that the combination of the two was dangerous
to my masculinity.
One afternoon I was sitting in my living room, listening
to the stereo through a pair of headphones. It was a warm, sultry
day, and after a while I drifted off to sleep. (Much of what
follows my girlfriend--now my mistress--explained to me later.)
Seeing that I had dozed off, Jennifer saw her chance. She
replaced my music tape with one she had prepared in advance.
Through my drifting sleep, my subconscious mind heard
Jennifer's voice, presenting me with a set of hypnotic
suggestions.
"I want you to sleep, sleep, sleep," whispered the tape.
"When I count to 100, you will be in a deep, restful sleep, in
which you can hear only my voice." When she reached 100, Jennifer
switched to the instructions, designed to impose a submissive,
feminine personality upon me. "You love women's clothes. You love
dressing and looking like a woman. The feel of satin, silk, and
nylon arouses you. You are particularly fond of clothes that make
you look both sexy and little girlish. Very high heels are a
special turn-on.
"You are a sexual submissive. You are compelled to obey
the commands and orders of women. You are particularly responsive
to those who will dress you in beautiful clothes and keep you in
bondage. You want to be a male, lesbian slave. But you will never
forget that you are a man, and the great humiliation of your
feminine, submissive state.
"When I reach 1, you will awaken. You will not remember
being hypnotized, and will show no effects from these
instructions. However, whenever you hear the words 'pretty sissy
Dani,' you will adopt the personality imposed by these
instructions.
At the snapping of my fingers, you will return to your 'normal'
personality, with full memory of the humiliations you have
experienced. 100, 99, 98, 97 ...."
According to Mistress Jennifer, I awoke a few minutes
later. She told me she had an appointment at her hairdresser's
and asked me to drive her there. I agreed (why not?), and we were
there within 15 minutes. As we entered the shop, she leaned over
and whispered in my ear, "Pretty sissy Dani."
I could feel the incredible shift in my personality take
hold. I looked at my mistress and asked, "Mistress Jennifer, why
am I dressed in these horrid male clothes?"
She smiled mischievously and answered, "Don't worry, my
pretty slave. The appointment here is for you. And look, here
comes Mistress Margaret to perform your transformation." A tall,
well-built brunette approached.
"Is this our little male lesbian?" she inquired,
smirking. I blushed under her frank gaze. "Well, we'll soon have
you looking the part, Danielle." She led me to her working area
and settled me into the chair. "Dani, most of our customers find
it much more relaxing to strip out of their clothes before we
begin work," she told me. "Wouldn't you like to do the same?"
With my new female personality, I was only too happy to
get out of the pants and shirt I was wearing. Soon, I was naked,
and Margaret wrapped a pink, see-through smock around my slender,
nearly hairless body. At that point, Mistress Jennifer approached
once again. "Comfy, Dani?" she asked. Then she snapped her
fingers.
Instantly, my male persona reasserted itself--but this
time I remembered everything I had said and done, and all that
had gone on around me. "Why are you doing this, Jennifer?" I
cried. She slapped my face.
"Mistress Jennifer is my name--and don't forget it
again!" she snapped. "Now be quiet and let Mistress Margaret
transform you."
A short while later, my head was under the faucet of the
sink, as Mistress Margaret scrubbed my mousy brown hair with a
sweet smelling shampoo. Next she rinsed a conditioner through
it...or so she said. As I sat in the chair waiting for the
conditioner to work, I must have dozed off again.
I was awakened by an odd tickling sensation at my naked
feet. I looked down and another woman was stroking bright red
nail polish onto my toenails. Shaken, I realized that Mistress
Jennifer was truly intent on carrying out her program of
transformation. I glanced to the table where my clothes had been
left--as I suspected, they were gone.
"Well, sissy Dani, I see you know I meant what I said,"
Jennifer laughed, stepping from behind a partition. In her hands,
she held a pair of lacy, pink satin tap panties. She reached
under my smock and slipped them on me. Strangely, even without my
feminine persona at work, the feel of the satin around my loins
seemed to excite me, as my cock began to grow and harden. The
mistresses laughed and sneered at my combined excitement and
discomfort. "That's just the beginning, Danielle," Margaret
smiled. "Look at yourself!" And she whirled the chair around, so
that I could see myself in the mirror.
There was only one major change, but it added to my
distress. My hair was wrapped tightly in rollers, and the pink of
the smock and panties seemed to feminize my slender, hairless
form. Margaret now squeezed a foul-smelling liquid onto my
rolled-up hair--I knew what it was. I was getting a permanent!
"And that's not all," Jennifer laughed. "Danielle's hair will not
only be curly--it will be a sweet shade of golden blonde!"
A short time later, after sitting under a dryer, I was
having my fingernails filed and polished the same bright red as
my toenails, while Margaret combed out my hair, producing a
flattering golden blonde pageboy, reaching to just above my
shoulders.
While Jennifer went out to pick my clothing, Margaret performed
her magic on my face--tweezing my brows into a thin feminine
arch; accenting my eyes with blue-green shadow, eyeliner, and
mascara. A deep blush stroked on my cheeks gave me an appropriate
look of constant embarrassment, while a red lipstick, matching my
nails, made my lips look wet, kissable, and desirable. In the
end, I was definitely Danielle--absolutely stunning.
By that time, Jennifer had returned. I was released from
the chair, and dressed in a pink padded bra, pink garterbelt,
sheer white stockings, and a pink minislip. Over it all came a
lacy white minidress, the skirt stopping a full six inches above
my knees. On my feet, Jennifer placed white patent leather shoes,
with a strap across the instep and five-inch heels. They looked
like incredibly sexy Mary Janes. Margaret and Jennifer supervised
as I practiced walking in them--a full hour, until I had gained a
very provocative wiggle.
The finishing touches were the jewelry--big gold clip-on
earrings, a heavy gold chain bracelet, and a matching chain
around my left ankle. But the real finish came last: a heavy gold
collar which Jennifer locked around my neck, hooking the key onto
her charm bracelet.
The transformation was complete. Mistress Jennifer paid
off her friend Margaret, and we sashayed out to the car. As we
drove off, my new mistress whispered in my ear, "Pretty sissy
Dani." The results of that entrancement will come in my next
story.
THE END
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