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I'm Your Doll
By Sissy Cindy
The Personal Ad
It read:
Dress Me Up.
I'm a SWM crossdresser seeking a woman for a long
term relationship. Most of my wardrobe is casual
everyday dresses (I don't wear anything provocative).
I'm shy, gentle, financially secure and loyal. I'm 5
feet 4 inches, have a slim build (size 10), and don't
smoke. Taller woman are okay.
Kevin Smith placed this ad on an Internet dating site that
had thousands of ads from around the country. He was a
crossdresser. He loved women's vintage dresses and
cardigans from the 1940s, 50s and early 60s. He also liked
to prance around like a young girl in frilly dresses
decorated with ruffles. He got his makeup tips from a
professional beautician. He let his bright red hair grow
down to his shoulders. Kevin shaved his arms and legs
regularly. He even under went electrolysis to get rid of
his facial hair. He had a rather boyish face.
Kevin had no shortage of money. He had worked in computers,
and had managed to become a millionaire several times over
before the dot-com bust of 2000. While he was no Bill Gates
in terms of wealth, he had enough to retire early at the
age of 30 and live a life of leisure.
But Kevin was looking for that special woman with whom to
spend the rest of his life. He knew that would be a
challenge because not many women were turned on by a guy in
touch with his feminine side. The ideal woman was someone
who not only accept him as he was but would also help him
grow in his femininity.
He knew that the personal ad was a long shot. But he
decided there was nothing to lose by trying.
An Answer
The ad ran for several weeks. Finally, one day, Kevin got a
response by e-mail. It read:
Your ad peaked my curiosity. My name is Stephanie.
I'm originally from England but now live in New York
City. I've been a nanny to a wealthy family and have
helped raise three darling girls. However, they are
entering their teens and will soon be going off to a
private boarding school. I want to settle down and
find a man to for a long-term relationship. I'm six
feet tall. I'm a size 12, measurement of 38-34-40.
Write me if you're interested. My photo is attached.
Kevin saw the photo. Beautiful was an understatement.
Stephanie was a knockout. She looked like Kelly LeBrock,
who had starred in those 1980s movies "The Woman in Red"
and "Weird Science."
Kevin and Stephanie exchanged e-mails for several days. He
explained his love of woman's clothes. He said there was
something in him that made him want to dress up. He
couldn't explain it in psychological terms or as part of
some event in his childhood.
Stephanie described how her life as a nanny has given her a
somewhat dominant personality. She said that this along
with her height tended to make men uneasy and scare them
away. She had met some crossdressers before and had noticed
that they were not intimidated by her.
Kevin finally got up the courage to ask if he could meet
her. He didn't mind going to the Big Apple. She accepted
his invitation.
They Meet
In early September, the Friday after Labor Day, Kevin flew
to New York. He got a room at a crossdresser-friendly hotel
in Greenwich Village. That evening, he met Stephanie at a
nearby restaurant. When Kevin saw her, he was entranced by
her tall figure.
"Stephanie?" Kevin asked.
"Yes," she replied. Stephanie had a Julie Andrews-like
English accent.
"I'm Kevin."
"Nice to finally meet you," she said.
"I don't mean to be too forward," Kevin commented, "but --
it's your height. You look so... statuesque. From what you
told me in your messages, other men were bothered by it.
I'm certainly not. It makes you captivating."
"Well, thank you!" she blushed. "I see you decided not to
come en femme tonight."
"No. I was a bit shy about doing that on a first date,"
Kevin replied. He noticed, however, that he would not have
been out of place in the restaurant. Several crossdressers
were there.
They got a table and ordered dinner. They talked for hours
about their interests and their lives.
Then they went for a walk in the late summer night. It was
warm but not hot. By the end of the evening, they felt they
could tell each other anything.
Kevin rode the subway with Stephanie back to the large
townhouse where she lived with her wealthy family. She
invited him in, but he said he didn't want to do that on a
first date. Stephanie didn't let him leave without giving
him a long kiss. She left him breathless as she said good
night.
The next day, a beautiful Saturday morning, Stephanie met
Kevin in the lobby of his hotel.
"Kevin, I know we just met, but would you mind dressing up
for me today?"
Kevin hesitated for a moment, but decided it was okay. At
least, he wouldn't be alone.
Kevin asked Stephanie to wait in the lobby. Forty minutes
later, he came down. He was wearing a short-sleeve, blue
denim dress. His long, blonde hair was in a ponytail. He
has some makeup but it was barely noticeable. He didn't
need much.
Stephanie's mouth fell open. "You look beautiful," she
gasped, "You almost make me jealous."
"Thank you," Kevin bashfully replied.
"It wouldn't be appropriate to call you Kevin. Can you
think of a feminine name?"
"When I'm in femme, my name is Cindy."
"That's a cute name."
"Cindy" and Stephanie spent the morning walking and
shopping. They looked at some of lower Manhattan's vintage
clothing stores. While Cindy turned a few eyes, it was
because of "her" beauty. She was not very "readable." That
is, no one could really tell she was a man without a close,
long examination. They relaxed in the afternoon on a Circle
Line cruise around Manhattan.
During this time, Stephanie was almost spellbound by Cindy.
Cindy walked so gracefully in her dress. It reminded
Stephanie of all those years she worked as a nanny and
dressed up the girls she cared for. As Cindy tried on some
dresses in the stores, Stephanie imagined dressing her up
herself like she would a little sister. Or a daughter. Or a
doll.
That evening, Stephanie and Cindy went to another
restaurant. "Where would you two beautiful ladies wish to
be seated," the waiter asked.
"Non-smoking, please," Stephanie said, "And next to a
window."
Tying the Knot
The dating continued for several weeks. Kevin always went
out as Cindy. Occasionally, Stephanie would pick out a
dress for Cindy to wear. A few times, they went on a
shopping spree. Stephanie gave Cindy a light blue sailor
dress with a big white collar and gold buttons as a gift.
Cindy loved it.
Kevin found Stephanie very captivating. He didn't have any
very close relatives or friends with whom he felt
comfortable sharing his feelings and lifestyle. Stephanie
filled that void many times over. She was a mother or big
sister figure that he longed to have. Kevin loved the ways
Stephanie helped him with his feminine side.
Finally, Kevin decided to propose to her. They went to the
Greenwich Village restaurant where they had met. Kevin went
as Cindy in a fine dinner dress. When Cindy popped the big
question, Stephanie gleefully said, "Yes, my pretty doll!"
A nearby table heard the proposal and started clapping.
Soon, the whole restaurant was applauding.
The marriage ceremony, held on December 1, was an informal
event, with only the Justice-of-the-Peace presiding. Kevin
did not dress in femme. The following weekend, the
newlyweds had a reception with some of their friends. Both
Stephanie and Cindy wore bridal gowns. The honeymoon was at
a crossdresser-friendly resort in the Poconos.
Stephanie persuaded Kevin to move to New York. He had no
problem with that since he had become attached to the big
city and loved all the stores. They bought a townhouse in
the Village.
Cindy the Doll
Maybe it was the way Stephanie had enjoyed the three girls
she raised as a nanny -- the way she did their hair and
dressed them up in the cutest outfits. Stephanie continued
to be so enamored with Cindy's femininity that she finally
decided she wanted a little girl -- better yet, a doll --
instead of a man. A living doll.
While raising the girls, Stephanie had used hidden,
subliminal suggestions on CDs to help shape their behavior.
The suggestions were embedded in some soft music played
through hidden speakers to help lull them to sleep. They
were designed to make the girls behave politely, watch
their health (e.g. not to do drugs or smoke), and focus on
their school studies. The results were very positive.
The first step of Stephanie's grand plan was to do away
with Kevin's male persona completely. Stephanie installed
some hidden speakers in their bedroom and in the living
room. She developed some soft music CDs with suggestions
that were directed at Kevin: "Kevin wants to be a woman.
Kevin wants to be Cindy all the time. Cindy will always
listen to Stephanie."
Stephanie played the music while Kevin was in the living
room reading and while the two slept. He didn't mind it. In
fact, he found it soothing. Since the suggestions made
specific references to Kevin and Cindy, they had no effect
on Stephanie. The first effect, which started to occur
after a few weeks, was that Kevin hardly ever wore his
men's clothes any more, even when he left the house. He
dressed in femme all the time. Also, whenever Stephanie
asked him to do something, he did it with no hesitation,
like a young girl dutifully obeying her mother.
Kevin decided to pursue sexual reassignment surgery. With
Stephanie's consent, he started taking estrogen hormones.
Before he began that, he put some of his sperms in storage
for future use.
As time went on, the subliminal suggestions had a lasting
effect. Kevin's male persona emerged less and less. By the
time he had his surgery, it had disappeared. He was Cindy
full time, not only to everyone else but in his own mind.
Stephanie's next step was to tap into Cindy's submissive
side and give her a doll-like personality. Stephanie
started this through hypnosis. She had Cindy sit with her
and look into her eyes. As she looked, Stephanie's blue
irises began to sparkle and swirl, thanks to some hypnotic
contact lenses she acquired. Like a whirlpool, they flowed
into twin spirals. It was a fascinating sight, and Cindy
couldn't look away.
"Just watch me, dear," Stephanie said, "And relax."
Cindy's face started to relax and soften, already entranced
by the sight of her hypnotic gaze. Stephanie stroked her
face gently, soothing and relaxing him. "What a good
girl... what a sweet girl."
"Close your eyes now."
They dropped like sandbags. Her head slumped forward and
she knew nothing.
"Very good, Cindy. You've made me very happy." She smiled
in her slumber.
"You want to be my little girl. You want to be my doll. I
will make you feel happy and safe. You'll have no worries,
no cares... do you understand?"
"Yes."
"It's time to for you to get dressed... like a little
doll."
Stephanie had Cindy put on a cute red sailor dress with a
large bow in the back. She wrapped her hair in ponytails.
Stephanie tied a pink ribbon in Cindy's hair, and had her
put on some white dress shoes. Using make-up, she put some
large pink circles on Cindy's cheeks to give her a doll
face. She took her to a room they had decorated as a
nursery that was full of toys and dolls.
"You look so pretty now, Cindy. When I say, 'Be my pretty
doll' you will become a sweet doll. You will say, 'I am
Cindy the Dolly. Will you play with me?' And you will stand
at attention, like a doll. You will be completely obedient
to me. You will be unable to think and have no free will.
You will only be able to move if I tell you to. I will
dress you and pose you."
"Now, at the count of 3, you will wake up. One... two...
three."
Cindy woke up. Stephanie asked her to look at herself in
the mirror.
"Oh... my... gosh!!" Cindy gasped. "This outfit is so cute.
I love it."
"Be my pretty doll," Stephanie said.
At that moment, Cindy stood at attention, and her eyes
glazed over.
"I am Cindy the Dolly. Will you play with me?" Cindy said
in the soft voice of a 5-year-old girl.
Stephanie had Cindy lie on a bed and gave her a sedative to
remove any remaining mental resistance. She put some
headphones on her and started a CD filled with hypnotic
suggestions to rewrite Cindy's mind:
"I am Stephanie. I am making you into my work of art."
"It is hard for you to think about anything. The few
thoughts that drift loosely around your hollow pretty head
are about how pretty you are. Your mind is full of cotton.
You are becoming a doll."
"You need me to hold you and pose you and dress you up now,
because you are a Dolly now, and that is what people do
when they play with Dollies."
"You need me to hold you and pose you and dress you up now,
because you are a Dolly now, and that is what people do
when they play with Dollies."
"You need me to do something with you, to play with you, to
do anything to you, anything at all. And you are but a toy
now, an object. You are a beautiful thing, but a thing
nonetheless."
"You will repeat in your mind, over and over again:
"Cindy is a Dolly now. Cindy needs Stephanie to hold her
and pose her and dress her up and play with her forever and
ever and ever."
"Cindy is a Dolly now. Cindy needs Stephanie to hold her
and pose her and dress her up and play with her forever and
ever and ever."
"You will think it over and over and over. Because the more
you think it, the truer it becomes. Because when you think
it, you believe it with all your heart and soul."
"Cindy is a Dolly now. Cindy needs Stephanie to hold her
and pose her and dress her up and play with her forever and
ever and ever."
"You are limb, locked in place in both body and mind. You
are frozen in such perfect bliss that you totally forget
how to move or think altogether."
"You can't think anymore. You really are a Dolly now."
"You feel like a cute little puppet, and can't move without
me telling you to."
"Your mind is so empty."
"Your mind is so empty."
"You have no free will to resist anything anymore."
"You are my living doll now."
"You now need to be told what to do."
"You now need to be told what to say."
"You now need to be told what to think."
"You will do as you are told, and believe in anything you
are told."
"You will have no free will at all to resist doing what you
are told to do, and you will eagerly and helplessly do
whatever you are told to do, and believe what you are told
to believe."
"You have truly become the my Dolly, living totally and
completely for my voice and firm, reassuring touch. I make
you come to life. I make you whole, complete and real. I
make you, period."
"You have truly become the my Dolly, living totally and
completely for my voice and firm, reassuring touch. I make
you come to life. I make you whole, complete and real. I
make you, period."
"You love being the Dolly so much, you will forget
everything about the person you were."
"You have become ALL Dolly, ALL the time."
The CD continued playing until bedtime. Stephanie
reinforced the hypnosis with short subliminal suggestions
at night: "Cindy is a dolly. Cindy needs Stephanie to dress
her, to pose her and to think for her. Cindy loves being a
dolly."
Deep underneath all this, even if Cindy could resist, she
didn't want to.
Stephanie repeated this for about three months. At first,
the doll persona would disappear when Cindy woke up in the
morning. The only thing she would remember was that she had
a blissful sleep. After Cindy had bathed, freshened up and
had a light breakfast, Stephanie would say, "Be my pretty
doll." Once Cindy fell into a trance state, Stephanie put
the headphones on her and played the CD with the doll
persona suggestions for several hours each day. Cindy would
remain in her doll persona for the rest of the day, with
Stephanie playing with her and dressing her in the cutest
girlie dresses. When Stephanie wasn't with her, Cindy sat
motionless -- like a doll -- on the bed in the nursery
room. Stephanie planted a small vibrator in Cindy's vagina.
This gave Cindy a feeling of ecstasy in her doll state.
In time, being a doll was all that Cindy knew. When she
woke up every morning, she said, "I am Cindy the Dolly.
Will you play with me?"
Stephanie eventually decided to have some children. She
used the sperm Kevin had set aside, and had two pretty twin
girls. Stephanie was able to get Cindy, even in her
mindless doll state, to do simple tasks like sing to the
girls and rock them to sleep. As the girls grew up, they
also played with Cindy.
Stephanie never dated again. With Kevin's wealth, she lived
a life of leisure with no need to work. Her life was
complete and happy with her two girls -- and her living
doll.
THE END
Vera
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