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A 30-Day Program
By Jennifer Lee
James and Sonya were out in the back parking lot behind the
office taking a smoke break, and the topic of quitting came up.
"I tried a few months ago," he said. "I was good for a few weeks,
and then fell right back off the wagon."
Sonya smiled and took a drag. She was a good-looking redhead who
had recently joined the company, and James had to constantly keep
himself from looking at the front of her shirt. She was tall,
almost six-foot he guessed, with a fairly heavy (although still
very sexy) build. He was reminded a little of the actress Angie
Everhard.
"You know, I'm quitting," she said, "but the way to do it is
slowly, not cold turkey."
"How much longer are you giving yourself?"
"Well, I'm on a program," she said. "I go to a hypnotherapist
twice a week and he says I have about a month of cutting down
before I'm ready to stop."
"Does that stuff work? No offense, but I always thought it was
kind of... bullshit."
She laughed. Nice deep laugh, he thought, a little husky from
years of smoking. Kind of sexy.
"I swear by this guy," she said. She finished her cigarette and
turned to look at him. "Listen, if you are serious about
quitting, give him a call." She fished a business card out of her
purse. She looked at him intently. "I was skeptical, too. But
he's amazing. My willpower is no longer an issue."
She went inside and James slowly finished his smoke. I guess I
could stop by, he thought. Been kicking myself for starting
again. Maybe this guy can at least come up with a good quitting
schedule.
He made an appointment for a few days later. Several of the
reservations he'd had were relieved; the receptionist seemed
professional, and recognized Sonya's name when he mentioned it.
The office was located in a decent part of town, in a new office
complex. The waiting room was well-decorated and not the shabby
fly-by-night sort of place he'd feared. As he entered, the woman
behind the desk looked up and smiled. "James?"
"That's right," he answered. She was cute, he thought, with a
sort of 'hot mom' look, late 30's, short blonde hair, with an
exotic face that may have hinted at a European origin. Her name
tag read "Alexa."
"Just take a seat," Alexa said, "I don't think it will be a long
wait."
Indeed, by the time he'd picked up a magazine and started
reading, the door leading to the interior of the office opened
and a pretty Asian woman in a casual nurse's uniform peeked out.
"James? Come right on in."
He followed her, surreptitiously checking out her derriere as she
led him past a few closed doorways to a small, dimly lit room.
"Please have a seat on the couch," she said, as she wrote down
something on her clipboard. "Dr. Martin will be here in a few
minutes."
She left, closing the door behind her and he took a look around.
It was a comfortable room, more like an executive's office than
the dentist's examination room he'd been half expecting. There
was a small desk and a leather chair at one end, with the big
comfortable-looking couch along one wall. Various certificates
were mounted on the walls around the room, one in particular
confirming that Dr. Martin held a medical degree in psychiatry as
well as a degree in pharmacology. An interesting-looking
instrument stood on a tripod opposite the couch; it was a small
lamp surrounded by a shoebox-sized plastic casing studded by
various dials and switches. The room smelled faintly of incense.
When the door opened and the doctor came in, James was
immediately impressed, maybe a little envious.
He was a handsome, confident-looking man, probably 40-something,
with dark hair and eyes a little like a more intense George
Clooney.
"Hi James. Good to meet you. Sonya referred you, right? She's
definitely making great progress. Just get comfortable on the
couch and we'll get started."
James settled back and the doctor seated himself in the leather
chair.
"Hypnosis is pretty well misunderstood," he said, smiling. "I
will not be waving a watch in front of your face and asking you
to recall past lives. What we do here is gradually replace
certain ideas and habits that you've built up since childhood
with new, more positive ideas. For a smoker and I'm an ex-smoker
myself, so I know, the physical addiction is considerable but
most important is the self-image of oneself as a smoker. Once
that is changed, the mind is strong enough to overcome the body's
need."
"In fact if you'll allow me to go off for a minute," he said,
smiling self-deprecatingly, "with proper reinforcement, the mind
is able to actually restructure the nature of the body itself.
You've heard about mystics walking on hot coals, sleeping on a
bed of nails, that kind of thing... well, it's self-hypnosis that
makes that possible. On a more down-to-earth scale, things like a
person's appearance are very subject to that person's mindset.
People with amnesia or who have gone through life-changing
experiences are often reported as looking like completely
different people and really good impressionists make a living out
of temporarily changing what's inside of them to produce amazing,
radical shifts in their appearance."
The doctor stood up, and laughed. "But let's get started or I'll
talk your ear off about this stuff. All you have to do is relax,
and I'll provide the suggestions that your mind needs. I fully
expect you'll see a big difference after this one visit. If not,
I won't charge you a thing."
'Wow,' though James. 'That's pretty cool... and pretty confident;
maybe this stuff does work after all.'
He sat back a little in the couch as the doctor moved over to
open the door.
"Tracy," he called. "We're ready."
The Asian nurse re-entered, holding a tray with a small plastic
cup half-full of pale orange liquid. "This is an herbal extract,
non-narcotic, that will assist in relaxing you and focusing your
concentration."
Nurse Tracy held the cup to James, and he took it, considered it
for a few seconds, and drank. Not unpleasant tasting, really...in
fact it was like orange juice concentrate made with too much
water. As he was swallowing, Tracy took a small steel container
from the cabinet by the desk and lit a cone of incense inside it.
She then took the empty cup from him and left, dimming the lights
in the room before closing the door behind her.
Dr. Martin moved his leather chair to beside the lamp instrument
and asked James, "Comfortable?"
"Very," he said, and he meant it. The exotic, slightly insidious
smell of the incense smoke blended with the subtle spreading
warmth in his stomach and head. He realized he was smiling. It
quickly flashed through his mind that he felt a little stoned,
but the thought did not alarm him. The professionalism of it all
as well as the doctor's confidence had calmed his apprehensions.
The doctor flicked a switch and the lamp blinked on. Pale white
light shone toward the reclining James, not blinding but
effectively making the rest of the room invisible. He could no
longer see even the doctor's hand on the lamp's controls, it was
like looking at a full moon in an otherwise black night sky.
A balmy summers' night, on a tropical island, the tropical breeze
caressing him with the smell of exotic lands...
'Whoa,' he thought pleasantly. 'I almost drifted off right
there.'
When the doctor spoke, it was with a low voice and James thought
he could hear the friendly smile the doctor was wearing.
"I'm going to start the light strobing now, James. Just keep
looking into the light and listening to my voice."
'I could listen to your voice for days,' James thought, 'you
could make a fortune reading radio commercials or books on tape.'
The light faded briefly, and returned, faded again, and came back
on.
"If any pictures or visions come into your mind, just let them
come," said the doctor. "Let everything flow over your and
through you and into you."
The light gently flickered slowly. Was it speeding up a little?
Maybe James didn't really care. All his muscles seemed to have
unclenched and for the first time he could remember, he was
really at peace. His lame job and even lamer love life no longer
weighed on his emotions. Had he felt inferior to the doctor? No
longer. Sure, James knew Dr. Martin was handsome and smart, and
probably rich, but no competitive itch tainted that knowledge. In
fact, he was glad to be with someone so confident it made him
feel confident himself, glad to be whoever he was.
"Let go of your tight grip on your life for once," said the
doctor. "Be the passenger, not the driver. Let me take over for a
while."
'Yes,' James thought. 'I've been driving for a long time. You'll
get us home. I'll just lean back in the seat and smell the night
air through the passenger side window. Oh yeah, that's the
incense.'
"I will now count backwards from ten. When I reach zero, you will
be totally hypnotized. Your mind will be calm and aware, but
subject to my command. Ten, nine."
James felt a slight rebellion at the 'subject to my command'
statement, but warm, tingling darkness was once again washing
over him. For the first time, he was aware that he had two sides
to his mind: the old one, that he no longer felt very interested
in, and a new one, full of joy, self-acceptance, and readiness to
be of service.
"Two, one, Zero."
James felt clear and peaceful. He didn't feel he needed to open
his eyes. The doctor's voice was the only thing in the world that
mattered.
"I apologize for having led you to believe certain things," said
Doctor Martin, "but everything I will tell you when you are under
hypnosis will be the absolute truth from now on. And when I give
you a command, you will not question it, you will obey gladly.
Answer 'yes, doctor' if you understand me."
James' admiration for the man enveloped him. "Yes, doctor."
"I'm not going to have you cut down on your smoking. In fact, you
will most likely smoke more," he said.
"Because every time you light up a cigarette, you will think
about sex. You will imagine having sex with anyone who might be
around. If someone lights up a cigarette, you will want to have
sex with them. Smoking will make you think of sex, and thinking
of sex will make you want to smoke. Do you understand?"
"Yes, doctor."
"And if anyone should blow smoke into your face, you will
instantly fall back under a hypnotic trance and do anything they
command, gladly. Understand?"
"Yes, doctor."
"You will come to see me twice a week and we will further the
program we've started today. Nothing will keep you from keeping
our appointments. Understand?"
"Yes, doctor."
"I am very pleased with your progress today," he said, filling
James with deep pleasure and gratitude. "When I switch on the
lights, you will awaken with no memory of this session since I
turned the lamp on. You will think, no matter how much you smoke,
that you are making great progress. And if you meet anyone who
speaks of quitting, you will give them my card. Understand?"
"Yes, doctor."
The lights came on, and James looked around. He felt relaxed and
pleasantly muddled. He shook the doctor's hand and walked out of
the office, returning the smiles that the nurse and receptionist
gave him. He was glad to have started along the road to being
smoke-free.
The next day, when Sonya came by his desk and asked if he'd like
to take a smoke break, he felt an odd mixture of emotions. He
wanted to thank her for referring him to Dr. Martin, and also
wanted to spend a little time with her, but he was also enjoying
his new-found restraint. True, he'd had several cigarettes
already that day, but then again it was supposed to be a gradual
process. So he jumped up and followed her out the back door of
the office.
"So what did you think of Dr. Martin?" she asked lightly, almost
teasingly. He was watching her light her cigarette and almost
didn't hear her.
"Oh, he's great," he murmured. The cigarette dangling from her
red lips, the white smoke curling up into her nostrils was all he
could think of. She's not just attractive, he realized, she's one
of the hottest women I've ever seen.
"Yes, he's certainly brought me a long way," she said, exhaling.
She looked into his eyes. "James, are you free tonight?"
"Sure." God yes, he thought.
"How about dinner at my place, at eight."
"I'll be there."
The rest of the day was a blur, with James only thinking of the
dinner date. The only thing that diverted his attention was
during the drive home. At a stoplight, he glanced at the car next
to him and saw that the girl driving was smoking. She looked
incredible, like a model. Well, actually, when he thought
objectively about the girl, she wasn't the prettiest. She was
overweight, and her skin was blotchy with adolescent acne. And
her nose was really pretty big. But damn, he thought, there was
something about her that made up for all that. As the light
turned green and she took a quick drag from her cigarette before
hitting the gas, James considered rolling the window down and
asking for her number. But then she was gone, and he had the urge
to light up himself.
'It's okay,' he thought, 'I've been really good today.'
He took the last one from the pack, bought first thing that
morning, and made a note to stop and pick up another pack on the
way to Sonya's place.
Sonya's apartment was small but well decorated in an almost
exaggeratedly feminine style. All potpourri and throw pillows.
James, however, barely noticed anything but the woman in front of
him. She had let her long curly red hair down, draping over her
broad, white shoulders that were left bare by the spaghetti-
strapped black silk shirt she wore. A clingy red skirt made of
some textured, thin material sheathed her hips and thighs. Her
eyes and lips were heavily made up, and he wondered how he'd ever
disliked that in a woman.
The possibility that he might make love to her that night kept
his heart beating fast as he handed her the bottle of wine he'd
bought.
"Thank you," she said, and led him to the kitchen where she
poured a glass for each of them. They sat on the couch, and she
lit a pair of candles on the coffee table. She then, just as he
had hoped, used one of the candles to light her cigarette, and
settled back to look at him with a mysterious smile.
"So..." he stammered, "what's for dinner?"
"This," she said, raising the cigarette to her red lips, French
inhaling, and leaned forward to blow the smoke into his face.
Instantly, he was transfixed, unable to look away from her eyes.
"I am yours to command," he said.
She giggled. "You know, I might have had you tonight anyway," she
said, "but the doctor wants me to move on to the next step of my
program and I so wanted to try it out on you."
He was speechless, captured by her eyes and her smoking.
"And, of course, I couldn't be sure you'd react well to my little
surprise..." She took his hand and moved it to her lap, softly
forcing him to feel what was beneath her skirt. Deep in the back
of his mind he was astounded as his hand gently squeezed what
could only be a penis. Though his entranced face betrayed no
surprise, she said, "Yes, that's right. Up until recently, I was
a man, just as you are. I'd never had a homosexual thought in my
head, never so much as tried on a pair of panties. But now I
realize that this is the way I should be, the way you will
eventually be. For now, I'm very satisfied with the way you are.
I'm ready to share my body, my new beautiful body, with you.
Raise my skirt so you can see what's waiting for you."
Glad to oblige, he exposed her stiffening cock.
"You want to suck it," she commanded.
'No,' said his old mind. "Yes," he said, "I want to suck your
cock."
He wanted her cock in his mouth so much he was almost drooling.
He bent over and wrapped his lips around it.
"Mmmm. Yeah," she purred, French inhaling again. His own erection
grew as he moved his tongue up and down her shaft. His old mind
said, I can't be doing this.
"If you are feeling any reluctance and you don't show it," she
giggled, "why don't you pretend you're a girl, doing this to a
guy. That makes it okay, right?"
'Yes,' he thought, 'that's the most natural thing in the world.'
"After all, you may as well get used to the feeling. I did." She
took another drag from her cigarette and blew the smoke in his
face. "You're just my little slut," she said.
'I am just a little slut,' he thought, and his cock grew even
more rigid at the thought. He was really sucking now, his head
bobbing up and down, eliciting deep moans from Sonya.
"And you know what else a little slut like you likes?" she asked.
"She likes to have her ass fucked."
That's so right, the little slut thought. I'd give anything to
have your cock in my ass.
"Stand up, take your clothes off. Get on the floor, on your
knees," Sonya commanded. The little slut obeyed, enjoying the
cool air on his bare skin. Sonya produced a tube of lubricating
gel and liberally applied it to his ass. As her fingers slid into
his hole, he let out a soft gasp and his old mind screamed.
"You love that," she stated, making it true. "But you'll love
this even more."
He waited an excruciating few seconds, knowing what was to come
and desiring it more than anything he'd ever wanted in his life.
When she slid herself slowly, deeply into him, he moaned.
"Oh, that feels so good," she said, "doesn't it?"
"Yes," he answered, moving his hips to take her even deeper.
"Say, 'yes, Sonya, I love it when you fuck my ass'."
"Yes, Sonya, I love it when you fuck my ass."
"I am the sexiest woman in the world," she laughed, grinding her
cock into him.
"You are the sexiest woman in the world."
Sonya was panting now, fucking his ass harder and faster. "You...
will do... anything, oh fuck that's good... that I desire."
"I will do anything Sonya desires."
She abruptly pulled out of him, making him cry in dismay. "Turn
around, slut, so I can come in your mouth."
He fell over himself to obey her. She looked so good, her hard
cock pulsing, her face strained with the effort of holding back
her orgasm, towering over him. He eagerly opened his mouth wide,
and with a shuddering moan she let her cum shoot into it. The
taste, the sensation, was extraordinary.
She fell back onto the couch, stroking his hair as she reveled in
the fading pleasure. "I'm sorry that was so rushed," she
breathed. "But I've been waiting so long."
She reached for another cigarette and smiled at him. "But you're
not done," she laughed. "We have the rest of the night in front
of us... and next time, I get to be the little slut."
True to her word, the sun was coming up when she finally released
him, commanding him not to remember anything but a romantic
evening between a man and a woman. Exhausted but happy, he drove
home to find a message on his answering machine from his sister.
It seemed she was traveling on business and would be in town the
upcoming week. He would be glad to see her, but he hoped not to
take too much time away from his new lover.
He spent the rest of the weekend pining like a teenager, hoping
Sonya would call and only getting her answering machine when he
phoned her. Monday morning, he was devastated to learn that she
was not at work; in fact, she had quit the job with very little
explanation. Had he done something wrong? He tried to run the
entire night through his head, but the details were a little
fuzzy... he chalked it up to the wine. His only hope was that Dr.
Martin would know something at the next appointment.
"Sonya's taking a little vacation," the doctor said on Tuesday
afternoon. "Since you two are close, I can tell you that she's
had a little operation. No, nothing serious, just some elective
surgery. She's out in California recovering, and I have no doubt
you'll see her before too long. Now, if you'll get
comfortable..."
James left the office as relaxed and renewed as the first time,
and drove to the airport to pick his up his sister. Diana was a
little irritable from the plane ride but happy to see him, and
remarked on how well he looked. Privately, he thought, she was
looking a little worn. She'd always been the beauty of the
family, with bright blue eyes and thick, dark hair, but the
stress of her job was getting to her. She'd gained a little
weight and, she admitted as they walked to the car, started
smoking again. In fact, she could barely wait to light up as soon
as they got to the car.
Actually, James thought, she wasn't looking as bad as he'd first
thought. The extra weight had given her some soft curves that her
previously thin figure lacked. Why, she was more of a knockout
than ever, he realized, and if she wasn't his sister he'd be all
over her. He took out a cigarette of his own.
They got back to his place and he apologized for the mess. "It's
not so bad," she said, "but it does smell a little smoky in here.
I guess you've been stressed out too." She lit another.
"Actually, I've cut down. I've been seeing a hypnotherapist,
believe it or not."
"Really?" I didn't think that stuff worked."
"Oh, it works, believe me. This guy's good. If you want to, you
can try it out. I don't know how much one visit could do, but
maybe you'll find one back home."
"What makes you think I want to quit," she laughed, and jestingly
blew her smoke at him. The effect stunned her. James stiffened
and his eyes glazed over. "Hey, what's wrong?"
He didn't answer. "James? Hey, answer, you're scaring me. James?"
"I am yours to command," he said emotionlessly.
"Oh, no, I get it." she said. "It's that fucking hypnosis guy.
He's fucked with your head. What a freak. We're going down there
right now and he'll fix you or I'll sue his ass. Can you at least
tell me how to get there?"
Woodenly, he recited the directions and she guided him down to
the car, cursing about how she'd ruin the doctor. James was just
glad to do as she told him.
"Listen, you bastards are going to pay for this," Diana shouted
at Alexa, the receptionist, as James looked off at nothing with a
contented smile. "Where's this doctor?"
Nurse Tracy, hearing the shouting, knew what to do. She came into
the waiting room, trying to look conciliatory, holding what Diane
took to be a couple of sanitary wipes. Before Diana could resist,
the nurse immobilized her head in a surprisingly strong hold,
pressing the cloth to her face. Diane struggled very briefly, and
then fell unconscious.
Diana awoke with a headache in a dimly lit room, and quickly
realized she was strapped to an examination chair, and gagged.
She was smart enough not to try to struggle, and lay there
pretending to sleep, terrified and trying to figure out some sort
of plan. The low voices in the room became more distinct to her.
"Unfortunate," said a smooth male voice that she assumed was the
doctor's, "or maybe not so unfortunate. From questioning James, I
realized she came straight here when she became aware of his
condition, without alerting the law or the family. And, she's not
likely to be missed by anyone too curious for several days. This
could be our first chance to try the program in the other
direction."
"You could just remove the memory of the past few hours from her
mind," said Nurse Tracy. "After all, we do only have a few days
before she's due back where she came from."
The doctor laughed. "After what you've seen, what you yourself
have experienced, you still doubt my skill? I'm confident I can
accelerate the program to the point where a series of more
intense sessions, every few hours, could prove as successful as
the regular 30 day treatment."
"Oh, I don't doubt you," she answered, "but you've never tried
this before. A gradual feminization is one thing... you're
talking about creating male genitalia from scratch."
Diane's blood ran cold. 'Could that be possible? Is that what
these psychos were planning for her?'
"You seem to forget," the doctor answered, somewhat coldly, "that
when you came here you were a six foot Caucasian. I made your
deepest sexual desires real... you liked Asian women, so you
became one. Most women have suffered from some degree of penis
envy at some point in their life. All I have to do is build on
that."
Diane could no longer control herself. She started screaming
through the gag and wrenching herself furiously against the
straps, to no avail. Startled, the Doctor and Nurse Tracy rushed
over.
"Don't waste your time, dear," Dr. Martin said soothingly. "You
don't want to tire yourself out. We have a lot of work to do."
Tracy held up a hypodermic needle, and Diane's eyes bulged with
terror as she plunged the needle into her neck. Swiftly, her
terror faded, replaced by a blank calm.
"You see?" gloated the doctor. "I may not need the silly lamp and
incense routine much longer. The hypnotic serum we've been
administering orally is so much more potent intravenously. Once
the patient has surrendered their will initially or in her case,
inadvertently, a few injections of this will do the work much
more efficiently."
"As always, I am awed by you," said Tracy, smiling. The doctor
shot her a quick glance, and then smiled.
"Oh, my dear, how long has it been since I last took you home?
I've been neglecting your needs, I'm afraid."
"All of us girls manage without you," Tracy laughed, "as you well
know. Not that we don't appreciate you when you do find the
time..."
The doctor laughed, not unkindly, in response. He then leaned
over Diane's reclining form, looking into her eyes.
"I think we can do away with the restraints now," he said, and
Tracy busied herself undoing the clips and removing the gag.
"Diane, I must apologize. I am no monster, no torturer. I am
simply a man who has been given some unique medical and chemical
knowledge, and a rather unorthodox libido. Had you come to me of
your own will, you would have found me so much gentler. And I, in
turn, sincerely appreciate the chance that brought you here
today. I have been waiting for a biological female for some time,
and you are really quite attractive to boot. Really, I don't
think I'll have to change a thing... well, maybe one thing..."
That night, James put some fresh sheets on his bed for his sister
and grabbed a blanket for the couch. Diane was exhausted from her
trip, and he had no idea why they'd stayed up so late. He did
know that though she was spent, she looked much happier and more
relaxed than when he'd first picked her up at the airport. She
was also much more affectionate than he ever remembered her
being, and the long hug and peck on the cheek at the end of the
night was unexpected. He settled down on the couch, happy, and
slept like a log for a few hours.
When he opened his eyes, the first light of morning and the sound
of traffic were starting to come in through the window. He looked
over at the alarm clock and realized he still had an hour or two
to doze. It was then that he heard the click of a lighter firing,
and looked over to see Diane emerging from the bedroom, in just
her bra and panties, with a freshly lit cigarette dangling from
her lips. He became uncomfortably aware of his morning erection
tenting the blanket over his crotch.
"Hey sis," he mumbled. "Why don't you get a little more sleep? I
can wake you up before I leave for work."
"That's okay," she said, taking a drag. "All I needed was a few
hours. There are some things I have to do today." She exhaled,
smiling slightly. Her smoking suggested, no, urged him to maybe
have one himself. But he really couldn't leave the couch without
exposing his stiff penis to her.
"Hey, uh... could I have a little of that?" he asked.
She strode languidly toward him. "That's what I had in mind."
"Huh?"
She bent over him, took another long drag, and blew it in his
face. He froze.
"One of us?" he asked robotically.
"One of us," she cooed. It was the new failsafe password the
doctor had installed in his mind to avoid the type of
embarrassing situation they'd had earlier. "And now," she said,
sliding her hand to his thick cock, "I'm more one of us than you
are... yet." She slid off her panties to expose her huge,
stiffening erection.
And so it was that with no guilt or surprise that James began to
suck his sister's new cock.
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