Turning the Skeptic
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The Skeptic - by: Mary Beth Sanford
Synopsis: Mark is a skeptic. He's always been and it's most likely why
he'll someday make an excellent scientist. Helen, on the other hand, is
a spiritualist but as firm in her beliefs as Mark is in his. The
argument is months old when it comes to a head and all Mark has to do
now is put his money where his mouth is or better still put his bottom
where the diaper is.
Fact From Fiction:
What I remember most when I was hypnotized to quit smoking was that
sense of time lost. When you wake from sleep you don't feel that nor
when you've stood about for a while but coming out of that session when
it ended I'd felt that hour lost. I had also quit smoking and with that
habit gone my own skepticism about hypnosis went as well.
Misconceptions and fallacies about hypnosis can be traced back to the
early use and demonstrations as entertainment. Ignoring what you might
currently believe hypnosis does not put you under. You are not asleep
nor are you unconscious. You are in an altered or alternative state of
consciousness. A place in which you 'allow things to happen' through
your subconscious mind rather than trying to make them happen with your
conscious mind.
Hypnosis is more analogous to a state of intense relaxation and
concentration rather than sleep or rest. It's a state in which the mind
becomes immediately remote and detached from that moments reality. In
this relaxed state the subconscious part of the mind is best able to
respond creatively to suggestion and imagery free from analytical or
anxious thoughts.
A lot of motivational and self-help tapes prove this time and again. So
too do those suggestions given to you in this state. They are or become
more credible and of course will be acted upon more easily by the
subconscious. This acceptance of what you are told as well posthypnotic
suggestions (those instructions that will be carried out by you when
you come out of the hypnotic state) are what hypnosis is all about.
I've often wondered over just how far you can take a person under
hypnosis and in what sorts of directions and of course in wondering
I've also imagined. This story is what I imagined.
Introduction
Mark listened, nodded, smiled politely and then said, "BS." Logic
dictated his reaction and shouldn't have because Helen had cited a
dozen cases where hypnosis had been used from dentistry to medical
procedures to overcoming phobias and all written the AMA journals. How
Mark could ignore the evidence simply amazed Helen.
Amazed and frustrated enough to even go along with the prank, Helen's
assistant suggested and while it was an extreme it would most certainly
make her point. Had it not been Mark's own words that doomed him she
wouldn't have even considered it:
"If you can get me to do something that I would never, or ever consider
doing and prove that I've done it on my own, then I'll believe you."
And Mark's days as a skeptic were almost at an end as Helen took his
hand.
The agreement they had worked out was that Mark would be hypnotized. He
wouldn't know what suggestions were made. They would meet at the party
at night o'clock. If it worked Mark would know it without a doubt. Mark
would know it and there would be no doubt.
It began in a chair....
"Ok Mark, let's start first by you stating your name, age, health and
the date if you wouldn't mind," Helen said.
"Mark Carter, age nineteen and I'm in good health. Oh, and it's
Wednesday, September 12," Mark said louder for the small recorder now
running.
"For the record I'm Helen Short a licensed hypnotheropist beginning
session one with Mark Carter. My assistant Susan Turner is also in the
room. Mark has signed our release form and has been given a copy. It is
nine o'clock in the AM," Helen said looking at Mark then paused a
second and added, "Are you sure that you want to do this and are you
doing this of your own free will?"
"Yes I want to do this and again I am doing so by my choice!" Mark
said.
"Susan, if you'll get the drapes," Helen said as she leaned forward and
added," Mark, I want you to relax the muscles of your back and let
yourself settle into the chair."
Mark's smirk drifted away as Helen's voice took him down into his own
depths layer by layer.
An hour passed.
"Mark when I say wake you'll open your eyes very refreshed. Ready?
Wake!" Helen said. Mark instantly opened his eyes as alert as he'd been
before closing them.In his mind only a moment had passed. He'd dozed
obviously.
"How do you feel?" Helen asked.
"Great!" Mark said looking at Helen first then at Susan before adding,
"Didn't work did it?"
"Actually we won't know that until tonight but as far as I'm concerned
it did," Helen said.
"OK, it's your neck! Tonight at nine right?" Mark asked.
"Tonight at nine!" Helen said taking his hand.
Mark was into his forth joke about the school's chancellor and laughing
as loud as the guys standing with him when Helen came over and, while
touching his forearm, said, "Mark precious, it's time."
Her touch had caused him to turn and when she spoke he quickly looked
at his watch and frowned before saying, "Damn, your right. Sorry, I got
carried away. Listen guys, I've got to do something so keep that image
in your heads and I'll be right back."
Mark turned fully facing Helen as he asked, "What do I do?"
"Go with Susan ok?" Helen said.
"Got it!" Mark said twisting his neck slightly to catch Susan's eyes
and Susan smiled. Mark walked away from Helen and towards Susan as he
added, "I'm in your hands."
Mark followed Susan down the hall and past a girl he didn't know into
the room Susan walked into. He didn't know the gal standing there
either as she smiled. Susan said, "This is Sandy. She's a registered
nurse. She's going to diaper you first then I'll help you into your
dress ok?"
"OK.Hi Sandy," Mark replied with no more concern for what Susan had
just said than anything she could have said. It was so matter of fact
that even Susan paused a moment in amazement before leaving.
"Ready?" Sandy asked.
"Ready!" Mark said as he kicked off his shoes. He was talking as if
he'd known Sandy all of his life and before long stood completely naked
and no more aware of it than had he not been. Sandy had been busy as
well and simply patted the two very thick diapers she'd opened on the
changing pad.
"Kind of thick aren't they?" Mark asked sitting over the diaper before
laying back and spreading his legs.
"It's going to be a long night for you," Sandy said as she twisted the
baby powder open and began liberally shaking it over Mark.
"True!" Mark said as the dust reached his nostrils. It was a clue for
his senses that powder and in not too long a time he'd wet as easily
into his diaper as a baby does and a moment later both watched and felt
the diaper come up between his legs.
Diapers were great for guys at a party he thought as he watched Sandy
expertly pin him into the two he'd be wearing. Pins that closed one
side then the other as Mark asked, "Are those ducks?"
"Bunnies!" Sandy said.
"Oh, will I like bunnies too," Mark said.
"I know!" Sandy said picking up the pair of ruffled panties lined in a
buttery soft plastic as she added, "And ruffles!Right?"
"Right!" Mark said lifting his feet to slip them into those baby pants.
He stood after Sandy had worked them far enough and then spent another
moment as she brought them over his diaper. She had picked the diapers
herself after talking with Helen and proportionally he was wearing just
about the same amount of material that a baby would be wearing.
More than enough material under the light pink ruffles that broadened
the expanse of shimmering white nylon. All in all Sandy mused he had
about the same expanse as a baby girl. The right amount to peek from a
dress she thought with a grin as she gave him a pat that made him
smile.
"Ready for your dress?" Sandy asked as she stood.
"You bet!" Mark said as happily as he might for just about anything
that puts a man in the mood Mark was in. That was Susan's signal and
she came in with the girl that had stood outside. Both had arms full of
delicate things that made Mark hug himself.
"Do I get to wear a slip? Helen said I'd get to wear a slip!" Mark said
suddenly sounding a lot like a little girl getting her first fancy
dress.
"Of course you do and that's first," Susan said as Sandy began putting
the baby powder and other accessories into the diaper bag. It was a
large bag suitable for a large baby she once said.
Sandy of course was a registered nurse but her occupation was a
dominatrix and a lot of her income came from doing this to men that
knew it was being done to them. She would be on standby for his change
when it came. Sandy, as always, enjoyed her work.
"Oh yes!" Mark said as the shiny material of the slip moved down over
his head and caressed his chest. His hands, moving slowly, brought
another sense into play emphasizing that look of wonder on his face as
he stroked the material that surrounded him.
It never ceased to amaze Sandy watching men becoming aware of what
women so often took for granted. That, more often than not, was what
drove Sandy and in this case Susan. "I remember my first fancy slip!"
Susan said to Mark as she added, "It was not too unlike this one! Of
course I think I was six or seven then."
A layer of taffeta against his legs keeping the gathered organza from
touching sat under another layer of taffeta and all attached to a nylon
top. "Ruffles and lace under such a pretty face!" Sandy said moving
closer to pinch Mark's cheek as she added, "That's what makes little
girls."
Mark blushed from the complement and attention.
His dress was a white satin under a layer of sparkle chiffon over a
smooth layer of taffeta that would kept the dress from shaping to the
layers of slip. Fullness that stayed smooth falling just below the
waist as his dress slid over the slip. All three women fussed about him
not willing to give up on that fussing till it was obvious.
It wasn't too unlike bridesmaids around a bride. Not too unlike an
initiation if you stood and watched. In their own ways they were all
giving up secrets to this man that was becoming one of them in a odd
sort of way. He would never be one of them Sandy thought but he could
be as one of them and Mark was off to a good start.
In Sandy's mind a sissy was almost as worthy of her respect as another
woman. Mark wasn't sure why Sandy pinched his cheek again but he liked
it.
They tied his sash after he stood with new black strapped shoes over
very white lace socks with just a tiny bit of ribbon in the same pink
as his ruffles. This was how skipping came into being Susan thought
with a touch of envy as she drew the long ends of his sash snug. The
best bows were the ones that stood straight out and his was perfect.
The noise of the party was gone and there was a hushed and subdued
sense of things when Mark came out thrilled to show off what he was
wearing. Thirty one people had been invited to witness Mark's debut.
Forty were there when he walked into that room. Those extra nine
begging to attend when they found out what was going to happen were
granted that privilege.
Mark, now keenly aware of what he was wearing and how cute he looked in
it, half skipped and walked back to that group of guys intent only on
the prize that comes with such pretty things. "So, where was I?" he
said nonchalantly but knowing they were envious.
The five guys still in a group with Mark's returned fought back the
urge to laugh and some of it simply because they were nervous given
their own outfits. That time between Mark leaving and returning had
been spent in a flurry of activity as men became either a sissy or baby
girls and a couple women as prissy little boys.
What had started as a frat party or something close to that had
suddenly turned into an age play party as those extra nine attending
began milling about to keep watch on the new group of children. Mark
hardly gave notice to the changes other than to note with some amount
of relief that his dress was much better than the guy in that peach
colored one.
That had been Helen's idea after deciding that humiliating Mark wasn't
going to be nearly as powerful as showing him all the others she'd help
transform. So when the time came and that was only a minute or two from
Mark's return Helen walked over and said, "Mark, precious, it's time!"
Mark's face didn't register the change for a second or two then did as
his gaze fell on the guys he was standing with. Like being led blind
folded into something that didn't register right. All of them holding
drinks as they might in a party and one even held that cigar he
remembered but now looking absolutely ridiculous.
Little girl dresses and one short enough to make it clear the guy
wearing that one had no pride at all to wear such things. Seconds
passed and Mark's curiosity grew as he tried to remember why he hadn't
remembered any of this before he went into the bedroom. Then he
suddenly remembered the bedroom and took a step back.
His mind had just attempted also to step back. He reeled almost fast
enough to leave everything he had on where he'd been. His face flushed
and his twist right and left lifted the petticoats and his skirt high
enough that some smiled at how much diaper he wore. Mark was quickly
becoming aware that no one wore anywhere near what he wore.
His panic was proportional to the crowd who, if they noticed his panic,
pretended not to. He wasn't sure what to do next and suddenly everyone
cried out, "SURPRISE!"
It broke the need to run in a panic and made Mark suddenly thankful
because he wasn't clear where to flee anyway. Mark might be the world's
biggest skeptic but he was also an intellectual and it was clear ...
Very clear that Helen had actually done it.
Helen had done it in a way that left no doubt that she had done it and
she was smiling broadly as Mark's gaze settled on her.
"How?" he said now fully aware of what he wore.
"If you really are interested I'll start teaching you," Helen said as
she picked at the puffed sleeves of his dress before she added, "Can I
freshen your drink?"
It was nearly two by the time the party started breaking up and while
Mark's shock had subsided he wasn't entirely out of the woods in those
hours because he had to return to that room to be changed by Sandy when
he realized, too late, that he'd started wetting into his diaper.
He only allowed that change when Helen suggested he better rather than
risk wetting his socks and new shoes. A warning that didn't change over
his protest and of course that change was far different than the first.
"Attitude is everything!" Sandy said snapping on a pair of exam gloves
as Susan helped Mark with his slips and dresses as he sat over the
second set of diapers.
His last act, and this time he knew what was happening even though he
couldn't stop it was when one of the guys, in a wickedly delightful
French Maid's outfit, walked by with a silver tray holding a baby's
bottle. He'd reached out almost uncontrollably and took it off the tray
and in an instant was nursing from it. All the while aware of what he
was doing but in his old context and wondering why he was doing it.
It was a very humble young man that came over and said that Helen had
won hands down and a bit more cautiously asked if it would it be
possible to fix things as they had been. Helen nodded yes after
thanking him for his apology. Mark was beyond amazement as he went to
that room for the last time to change back into his things.
Susan, Helen and Sandy walked back to Mark's dorm with him laughing at
the remembered moments and giving Mark the last bit of support he
needed along with no small amount of teasing. It had been one of those
nights and how he'd catalog it was what he thought about between his
own laughter.
At the door of the dorm the girl's stopped and let Helen walk the few
feet more to the door itself. Mark wasn't sure what to say other than
he was amazed and Helen nodded. There was an uncomfortable pause before
Helen said, "Well, Mark, precious, it's time!"
Mark nodded, bent a little and gently kissed Helen on her cheek. He
hadn't fully straightened back up again as he asked, "Can I do that
again?"
"Of course you can precious. I'd like that," Helen said.
Mark's face lit up and it was clear he was as happy as he could be as
he said, "Thanks."
"Your welcome precious. Just make sure when you call on me that you're
wearing those panties ok?" Helen said reaching down to pat him gently.
"Of course!" Mark said becoming aware of the satiny smooth texture
under his jeans once again and fighting the urge to skip to his room as
he opened the entrance door.
"So did you rid him of all of his posthypnotic suggestions?" Sandy
asked turning a wicked sort of grin on Helen.
"Of course!" Helen said.
"And when can I expect to get those clothes back?" Sandy asked handing
Helen the large diaper bag.
"Figure on a week or two. Make it two. The woman making his dress says
she's going to need a few more days and at least a couple for the
slips," Helen answered as she took the diaper bag.
Susan snickered and that broke the rest into a laugh just as Helen
said, "Oh how I love the skeptics!"
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