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The Enchanted Mohair Experience
By Dezeree Love
I woke with a start this morning. The dream that woke me
was one I've had many times. It had to do with my sweater
fetish and crossdressing. Usually though the clarity faded
as the day went on. Though I was in the middle of my
workday I just couldn't shake the vivid images of angora
and mohair and the way it was alive. It seemed in the dream
that the yarn, yes I was in a yarn store in my dream; the
yarn was alive some how. It was attaching itself to me in
various places on my body like a vine entwining itself
around a tree. But I just couldn't place why or how.
I had finished with my workday and it was Friday too. I had
plans for a nice quiet feminine weekend. I was going to
pick up a wonderful new mohair sweater I had custom made by
a woman who made some very soft and original sweaters. I
was going to go home and prepare for a nice quiet evening
in my new sweater and dressed as feminine as possible. I
arrived at Lisa's house right on time. I knocked on the
door and remembered she had asked me if I could look at her
front door lock for her. I'm a locksmith and she said if I
could fix it she would knock a little off the price of my
sweater.
She opened the door with some difficulty. I said hello and
she asked me to come in. she asked if I had time to fix the
front door lock now. I said it was no problem. I went and
got some tools and went to work on it. As I was kneeling
down and removing the lock my eyes were wondering around.
It was hard to stay focus on what I was doing.
Soft fuzzy sweaters were everywhere. And all styles and
colors from a short white one to a long floor length red
one. Lisa returned into the room and saw me looking around.
She told me my sweater was ready to go and how was her door
lock. I told her it was just a spring and was easy to fix.
I fixed it and put it back together.
As I was packing up my tools something caught my eye. I
thought it was a snake and jumped up. When I focused on it
I saw it was just a knitting basket with a thick piece of
yarn hanging out of it. It looked strange somehow, like it
was too thick. It was red and was mohair. I couldn't help
myself. I reached out and touched it. Then to my surprise
it moved just a bit. I thought it was just me and maybe it
had just been a hard day. I grabbed it and went to push it
back into the knitting basket when it resisted. I released
it quickly and stood up. This was too weird. I grabbed my
tools and put them back in my truck.
When I came back into the house Lisa was standing there
with my sweater. She asked if I would please try it on so
that she could check the fit. I felt a little strange about
this but said sure. She said I could use her bedroom and
walked me to it. I took my shirt off, a bit self-conscious
because of my over weight body and turned around to find
her still there. She handed me the sweater and still didn't
leave the room. I proceeded to put it on then. It was a
wonderful feeling and strange since I was still in my
jeans. I noticed it was a thick sweater with a tight weave.
Long sleeves and a high turtle neck with a very long body.
On someone shorter it could have been worn as a dress.
She walked around me, tugged here and pulled there. She
knew I was a crossdresser and asked how large my
breastforms were. I told her my chest was a feminine 46 DD.
She said she had a bra and breastforms in my size and if I
could please put them on to get a better idea of the fit.
More nervous now I said okay. She went to get these items
while I removed the sweater. She returned with them and had
a skirt in her hands also. She handed me the bra, which was
made of angora. I put it on and was in heaven. She could
see it in my eyes too. She walked up and put the
breastforms into the bra herself and pinched each nipple as
she did. Then I put the sweater back on.
She suggested I put the skirt on she brought with her. It
would give me a better idea of how it will look and if I
liked the skirt she would make me a deal on it. I took my
pants and shoes and socks off while she stood there. Then I
reached for the skirt which was floor length and as thick
as the sweater. She put her hand on mine and told me to
take off my underwear too.
Embarrassed I did as I was told and removed the underwear.
I put my feet into the soft fuzzy skirt and pulled it up
around my waist. It was total ecstasy. My brain was mush by
this time. Lisa asked me to walk around a little. My cock
was being caressed by the skirt every step I took. She
asked if I would like some coffee while we work out how
much I owed her. We walked to the living room and sat down.
She poured the coffee and said she had something she wanted
to show me. She walked to her knitting kit and brought it
over to the couch where I was sitting. She sat down with
the knitting in between us. She looked into the bag and
spoke some words I didn't recognize like Latin.
Before I could react, the red mohair yarn began to wind
it's way out of the knitting bag and onto my lap. I noticed
it was the same yarn my new sweater and skirt were made
from. I couldn't move. I was in shock. Then I reached a
hand out to touch it. It began to wind it's way around my
hand and up my arm. It happened so fast there was nothing I
could do. It wound up around my neck and around my head.
Then down my other arm and body. It wove itself into my new
sweater and skirt so that now I was in a cocoon of mohair.
I was looking through a slot in the windings around my
head. I saw Lisa smiling at me.
She proceeded to tell me she was a witch and had been
working on this enchanted mohair for awhile. She knew I was
the perfect subject for her experiment. She needed a
sweater fetishist who could be so over come with emotions,
sensual sexual emotions that the subject would project
these emotions to her enchanted mohair yarn. The mohair
would then feed off it and attach to the subject and become
part of the person. Once the mohair attached itself it
would morph into whatever the subject wanted it to be. The
only problem was she wasn't sure how long it would take the
subject to figure out how to control it. Until then the
mohair would have control over the person. Morphing into
whatever the person was thinking.
At that moment I was going to say something but as my mouth
opened, the thought of how the mohair would taste entered
my mind. I then felt the yarn enter my mouth and circle
around my tongue. This caused me to think about a gag,
which was then instantly made in my mouth. I now couldn't
speak with a mouth full of mohair yarn.
This stuff was really alive and scary. Lisa told me to
control my thoughts and images in my mind. I listened to
her voice and tried to focus. She told me to empty my mind.
I tried to do this. As I did I felt the mohair relax. Then
she said to picture my mouth empty and clear. As she said
it I felt the mohair yarn remove itself from my mouth and
retreat from my face. I now had what looked like a high
turtleneck.
Lisa started to explain to me the wonderful gift this was.
I could be dressed in any type of mohair clothing I wished
just by thinking about it. But it did require self-
discipline. She said she would give me an example. She
stood up and began to caress her body. As I watched my mind
started to focus on her hands and how they were rubbing her
breasts. I felt the mohair yarn start to mold itself to my
breasts. It began pulling and pressing until I could feel
my own breasts molding into these giant breasts. They were
huge. Then her hands traveled down to her crotch.
My mind was going crazy now. She started rubbing her crotch
then she positioned her hand like it was on a cock. My mind
instantly thought of her jacking me off. Then the mohair
started to wrap itself around my cock. Then to my
astonishment it started to slide up and down the shaft. I
couldn't believe it. I was jacking off without even
touching myself. It was all too much for me. My mind was on
overload now and I was out of control. Fantasies started to
come into my mind so fast I was about to pass out.
Then I thought of just being mummified in a mohair cocoon
and how relaxing it would be. Then it happened. It got dark
and I couldn't move a muscle. I could feel it still
wrapping around me until I was completely encased. I was
not sure what it looked like from the outside. But inside
it was relaxing and comfortable. My mind started to calm
down.
Lisa asked if I was okay. I replied with a muffled yes.
She told me to try and control my thoughts. How could I
control anything being in a mohair cocoon? After 10 minutes
or so I realized I was getting hot. I was thinking of
cooling off. Suddenly my legs were free and I could see
again. I concentrated on my outfit and what I really was
here for. I was able to stand up and walk. Lisa told me to
go to the mirror and see what I had become. It was
incredible. My beautiful red mohair sweater was back but it
was a floor length dress now.
Lisa told me to maintain that thought and to try not to
fantasize about anything until I got home. She said the
sweater would not come off until I was sure I wanted to
take it off. So I paid her for the enchanted sweater and
went home. I had to wear the sweater home because I just
couldn't bear to be without it and the sweater could sense
what I wanted. Once home I sat down and relaxed on the
couch. I concentrated very hard on needing a bath. Once I
convinced myself I could feel the hold of the sweater
loosen and was able to remove it. I laid it on the bed and
took my bath.
As I lay there in the hot scented water, my mind started to
ponder the possibilities of the gift I was given.
To be continued...
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