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Xenthia by Sadie Chan Chapter 1: Hypna and Morphia
It didn't take as little time as you may have thought it would. I
actually managed to hold out for about two weeks... and even for a brief
time I had convinced myself that I wasn't going to purchase Mistress
Xenthia's files. I had even begun to tell myself that it would be the
manly thing to do. That line of thought didn't last long when late at
night a week in I slipped on a pink nightie to emasculate myself as I
slept. That in itself might have been okay but of course I woke up in the
middle of the night to find them soaked, my heart racing and my mind
tormented by the irrepressible Xenthia.
Mistress Xenthia... it was only a name after all and one little file
description but it was taking over my thoughts. I didn't even know
anything about her except that she was keen on erotic hypnosis and I was
refusing to let myself know anything about the file series for some
reason. As I cleaned myself up in the bathroom I couldn't stop thinking
about what I should do:
What was that reason? Surely it would be easier just to read the
description, see if it was for me, and then decide whether it would be
appropriate to try it out? I had things to think about - my job, my
friends, my family... everything. The sensible thing to do would be to
read the description at least.
It was then that I made the decision or at least made it subconsciously.
I hated being sensible... I had been it all my life. I was being sensible
by being secretive about my crossdressing, I was being sensible by taking
a job which paid money rather than following an unstable dream of acting,
I was being sensible by trying not to dress all the time despite it being
what I wanted to do and I was being most sensible of all by not
succumbing to the temptations of Mistress Xenthia. Well damn it all to
hell, I thought, I'm bored of being sensible. I wanted to do this and sod
the consequences. It was better than this existence... this pitiful,
lonely, undecided life that I lead.
Like I said - it took me one more week from that night to actually summon
up the courage to load up that blackened page with the shining letters in
a pink that matched my cute and delightful self staring back at them. I
had decided that to christen my night into femininity I would wear my
most feminine outfit. Over my salmon pink lacy bra that held my well-worn
breast forms and matching panties I was wearing a sheer pink satin teddy
that clung tightly to my enormous chest and tight butt. I looked down to
their attached suspenders running down to shocking pink stockings and
right at the bottom my feet looked dainty and sexy in their 3 inch
stiletto ankle boots which were of course pink.
And of course not to forget the pink choker adorned frontally with a red
heart that framed my neck and the over-the-top use of pink eyeliner, pink
lipstick and pink blush... all that was missing was the pink hair! I
looked like a fashion disaster but making myself pink had cheered me up a
bit! And it had settled my nerves a bit... because I was definitely quite
scared underneath my exterior of fun and fuchsia.
I stared long and hard at those pink shining letters that exclaimed a
promise of complete feminization. It seemed to be a promise that could be
kept from what I'd browsed of Mistress Xenthia's website. Hypnosis, if
done in a relaxed and accepting fashion, could mould the mind into doing
and believing almost anything but only as long as the mind wanted it, at
least according to Xenthia. She went on to say that when people have had
problems with the hypnosis on her sites that she has tried to work out
the problem with them on her messageboards and that more often that not
she was able to help her customers. It all sounded a bit like marketing
to me but deep down with every word I was becoming more and more
convinced of Xenthia and her tempting promises.
She had many many files on the website - in all kinds of different
categories. From feminization hypnosis (one file made the user believe
they were pregnant while another made the user want to have a sexy
mincing walk) to adult baby files, slave files, bimbo files and even
files for those who liked feet. I wondered if there was any fetish that
her extensive site did not cater for and if there was then the poor
perverts who enjoyed that form of sordidity must be the unluckiest people
in the world. That made me laugh inside until I realised that by my own
confused reckoning that would make me a pervert as well.
I hated thinking of myself as a pervert but the truth was that as many
times a day there were when I felt totally at peace with my dressing,
they were probably matched by the number of times I felt like a pathetic
pervert. I didn't want to feel that way - I wanted to feel right in the
world.
This hypnosis series might just be the key to my dreams... a way to feel
the twilight of femininity without fearing the darkness of the
consequences. I had always hoped that a Mistress of some kind would find
me and force me into becoming the woman I wanted to be but in many
respects I was fearful of placing my life in the hands of some dominant
sadist who would turn me into a submissive nothing. Whilst this was my
fantasy it was not my dream and I knew that I wouldn't be happy being
someone's slave.
The only thing that made this hard was the attention I got on the
transgender chatrooms from women and men who wanted to feminise me and
promised me that it wouldn't be that way if I didn't want it to. I could
try and be modest but the pictures I posted on these chatrooms had always
gotten me attention and so these offers came in thick and fast. Sometimes
I let my desperation play the situation out a bit it would always end the
same with me distancing myself from my admirer. And fear of being owned
was not the only reason why - I still found it difficult to see myself
with anyone except Louise.
Then there were the girls who had become women with SRS who convinced me
they were happy. And I believed most of them because they genuinely
seemed happier - but there were always one or two who had regretted it -
and they all had lost something along the way. Thing that were incredibly
important to them but not as important as being a woman. It was these
people who made me doubt my own self-value of womanhood. Was it so
important to feel back pain without a bra that it warranted me losing my
mum and dad?
The difference with the hypnosis was that underneath the Mistress tag
that Xenthia had given herself was that I would be in control. She
couldn't do anything she didn't want to me - at least from what I had
read this was true and there was no reason to doubt it. After all I
remembered people telling me the same thing about hypnosis in the past.
So there would be no worries about being warped into a woman that I
didn't want to be. All the hypnosis would do was give me the push I
needed to do the things I really wanted to do. It would help me to be
more confident in my desires and push me into dealing with the
consequences. The more and more I stared at those pink letters the more
the thoughts of happiness that I had already started investing in this
file started to seem worth a simple thing like money.
I watched myself in my mirror as I crossed my legs seductively and let
out a little giggle to myself. I was pretty cute now but rough around the
edges - I wondered what kind of woman I'd make. I had started to forget
about being sensible at all... and that meant forgetting about what it
would mean for me to become a woman - whether it was counselling,
therapy, hormones, surgery, quitting my job, losing my family or
whatever.
I had officially stopped caring and had started dreaming about what the
future held for me and what kind of woman the mysterious Mistress Xenthia
would help me to be. And as my erection reached its zenith in my tiny
little panties I found it too difficult to resist any more. I pressed the
button right below the one asking me to 'View more details'. It was the
one that read 'Purchase'. I was going to take on Mistress Xenthia's
challenge. I felt my stomach shift itself a little and my heart beating
loudly in my chest.
As I waited for the next page to load up I let my hand slip underneath my
teddy and panties and softly grasp my now fully erect penis, slowly
massaging it as I imagined myself naked, smiling and completely female. I
imagined the weight of very sensitive, very large breasts on my chest and
the feeling of my completely smooth skin as I ran my hand down my body
from my large and proud breasts to my wide tantalising hips. I saw myself
let my hands fall behind me and grasp my firm, large and sexy buttocks
and as I did I felt my cock throb in my now moist grip. I was about to
imagine my hand slipping down a little further to what I was sure would
be a very wet pussy when a ding on my computer let me know that I wasn't
going to have to change a wettened outfit and that in fact the page had
loaded up.
I focused on the form that I was presented with; it was asking for a few
basic personal details which I filled in - name (Michael McLaren), age
(26), status (single), occupation (receptionist) and so on. As I was
getting near the end of the form I realised I wasn't so keen about giving
this hypnotist my real name. I had been using my femme guise on the
Internet from the first day I'd used the Internet when divulging in all
things that weren't masculine - whether it was entering a chatroom or
simply posting on a forum for crossdressers.
It was the safe thing to do and I didn't want there to be the slightest
risk of my secret coming out. And that was the case even now as I stepped
forwards on a road that would inevitably lead to my secret not being a
secret anymore. If it was going to come out it would have to come out at
my pace, I thought. I read a little note at the bottom of the form
written by Mistress Xenthia that let me know if I didn't want to that I
could put in an alias as long as I was prepared to remember and use that
alias when contacting her. So I entered in a name that I was hoping to
embrace and become.
Sara Louise Freeman
I pressed my enter button, waited for the next page to load up and
drifted into my relentless thoughts. Sara Louise Freeman. It was a name
that me and my ex-girlfriend Louise had come up when I told her about
myself. Before then I had been calling myself Michelle but Louise felt
that was probably a little bit too close to my original name for her
liking. I often felt that even then she had wanted to see my female side
as being completely separate to my male side.
The truth was of course I didn't have "sides" but I was happy to let her
think that way because quite frankly I was just happy that she had not
left me. When I told her I'd considered getting all dressed up for her
and showing her the real me but instead I decided the best way to do it
was with a couple of glasses of wine and a calmly given explanation. If
I'd have known what her response would be I'd have got dressed for her in
my naughtiest outfit so that there wouldn't have been any delay to the
wondrous sex we had the evening I came out to her. She was thrilled with
the idea and had told me that she had always wanted to dress me up and
make me into her doll.
This revelation did not shock me but it did surprise me - I guess I've
been told in the past by a couple of female friends how feminine I looked
even when dressed in guy clothes. God or whoever's in charge had blessed
me with soft and round features, a small frame, large hazel eyes and long
blonde hair that made me look quite androgynous. However in my carmine
lace-up hourglass corselette (which at that time could reduce my waist to
a ridiculous 22 inches), which held in my voluptuous 38DD forms, and
matching PVC thong I didn't look quite so androgynous anymore. Add to
that an outer coating of a black low-neckline clinging PVC minidress with
a basque-boned front, my smoothly shaved legs encased in sheer satin
stockings attached to my corselette, my 4 inch needle-heeled fuck-me
pumps and make-up so sexy and tantalising that it screamed danger and I
looked like an irresistible temptress.
With Louise's help that night I looked incredible and could barely peel
myself away from the mirror to let myself be thrown onto the bed by my
lover. She ran her nails sharply up my legs and told me that tonight I
was going to become a woman. It took all my energy to not cum right there
and then and I was to find out just how glad I would be that I didn't.
She lifted up my dress (which was barely hiding my sexy panties), took my
tall penis out from its cage, stroked it, sucked it and fucked it. She
used me and abused me and I loved every minute, every grab of my exposed
and smooth butt, every squeeze of a tightened waist that any model would
kill for, every thrust of her wet and tight pussy onto my shaft.
I watched her ride me rhythmically with her long black hair scattered
across her beautifully sharp features, her tongue licking her full
scarlet lips and her breasts threatening to escape their white bikini bra
prison. She is really enjoying this, I thought, she is enjoying this is
as much as I am. She looked directly into my eyes with her own deep brown
gems and raspingly called me 'her slut'. As those words left her mouth I
couldn't hold on, my orgasm exploded inside her and my body writhed in
feminine ecstasy. If this is one's reward for honesty, I thought, then
the truth is priceless.
7 months into our relationship Louise re-christened me as we lay together
beneath our cream duvet in post-coital bliss. I was now Sara Louise
Freeman. She laughed as she explained that the Freeman denoted my escape
from masculinity. I had chosen Sara as it was one of my favourite girls'
names. She had put in the Louise so that I would always remember that I
was hers. And even though I wasn't anymore I kept it to remind me of her.
I was brought back into reality by the rude awakening that was my
screensaver of Angelina Jolie springing onto my screen diligently and
scantily-clad. I shook myself and my mouse into action and saw that now I
was being presented with a new form that was definitely more extensive
than the last. That was not its only difference - the questions this time
around were deeply personal and definitely specific to the file series I
was downloading. 'When was the first time you dresses in women's
clothes?', 'Do you think you dress for sexual, sensual or psychological
reasons?', 'Have you had sex dressed as a woman', 'Have you had sex with
a man as a woman?' and the ever-so-subtle 'Have you ever used a butt-
plug?' were just some of the questions included in this interrogation.
After reasoning for a minute I decided that I had no objections - after
all this was probably just for Mistress Xenthia to build up a database of
the kind of people who use her file and she did say that she had 'tweaked
the series over the years'. I concluded that she would probably use mine
and others' information to update the files to be best suited for
everyone. I spent an hour filling in long and well-thought out answers to
the questions - for the most part. The occasional question like "Do you
find men attractive?" and "Would you like to be a shemale?" got quick and
definite 'no's. My mind lingered a little on the last question... 'Would
you like to become a woman completely?'. It didn't linger because I was
uncertain of the answer but because the question reminded me once again
of that night.
That night Louise wrapped her arm around me playfully as we lied together
in bed, both just in our lingerie, and asked me what made me dress. I
explained to her my past, how I started and why I did it now. She seemed
interested and not annoyed by what I had to say and soothed my
nervousness with those deep pools of chocolate staring at me. Suddenly
those deep pools looked altogether more shallow and she asked me whether
I wanted a sex change. Quickly I gave her my answer and lied, 'No'. I
wished I had told her the truth.
I clicked enter again and this time the page loaded up quite quickly as I
fluffed out my long blonde wavy hair. A little message in bold white
stood in the centre of the page with a button underneath that read
"Download Now". This answered my worries about having not yet given a
postal address - the files could be downloaded now! It eventually dawned
on me that in about an hour I could be listening to the first file. My
heart stirred again and I got out of my seat agitated and quick-stepped
in an uncharacteristic masculine fashion around my room trying to settle
my nerves. I hot-footed it back to the screen, nearly tripping over
myself in my skyscraper heels, only to find that the download was still
reading at '1 hour until download complete'.
I had taken work off tomorrow as over the last week I was finding it
increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything at all. My boss, a
perky middle-aged sweetheart named Julia, had told me to sort my head out
so that I could keep my mind on the job. She even joked that I should
just forgive whatever stupid boy had annoyed me. I had told her before
that I wasn't gay but she had not given up her little joke. By taking
time off tomorrow I would be able to put in some time with the hypnosis
tomorrow. I wondered if the effects would happen quickly but I doubted
that they would and I figured that it was more likely the effects of the
series were gradual.
'Complete Feminization.zip - 20% complete' flashed frustratingly on my
monitor. I found myself wondering about Mistress Xenthia... was she as
sexy as I'd imagined her. I pictured her with jet black hair that curled
around her shoulders, eyes that varied from one unworldly colour to
another (in one dream she had scarlet eyes and in other they were white),
full lips coated in dark red. She had a body to die for that was usually
encased in very little that was very tight and very revealing. I was
certain that she must be incredibly sexy and a very dominant woman.
Whoever was lucky enough to be her lover was probably also her slave. I
expected that she was incredibly intelligent, very vivacious and deeply
flirtatious. I expected she probably actually had many slaves - some of
them men, some of them women and some of them special like me. The
thought made me giggle. I was now imagining her in some gothic dungeon
with a whip, her eyes turning into spirals that ensnared her many
victims. My imagination, I thought as I chuckled silently, was twisted.
I browsed the net for a while and searched my usual haunts. I read a
couple of old short-and-sweet favourites on Fictionmania and window
shopped a bit before - ding ding. The download was complete. I barely
contained myself as I unzipped the file onto my hard drive in a folder
that I had named "Womanhood" in anticipation.
There were 23 files in the zip - 20 of them were audio files ranging from
20 minutes to a full hour in duration. I opened up the other file which
was a readme document:
Dear Customer,
Thankyou for purchasing my Complete Feminization file series. I hope you
will enjoy this series as I much as I enjoyed making it. You will soon
become the sexy, wonderful and complete woman you know you are meant to
be with my help. This series will bring out a perfect woman from you, or
at least what is my vision of a perfect woman. If you think this vision
may differ from yours then you don't have to listen to each file. At the
bottom of this readme is a description of what each file does to you
exactly and you will be able to pick and choose what kind of woman you
want to become!
This series contains 22 audio files that are designed to be listened to
in order. The 1st file is an induction file that will send you into a
trance and the 2nd file is a file designed to bring you back up from
trance. The other 22 are the suggestion files which are responsible for
the effects out of trance and should be listened to in-between the 1st
and 2nd file.
So if you wanted to listen to the 3rd file - **** you would queue up your
audio files as follows: 1st then 3rd then 2nd. If you wanted to listen to
the 3rd and 9th files then it would be 1st, then 3rd, then 9th and then
2nd. Simple enough!
As I said I recommend listening to the files in order. Try listening to
the 3rd file for 2 weeks, and then to the 3rd and 4th for 2 weeks, and
then to the 4th and 5th for 2 weeks and so on and so forth. If you feel
the files are not affecting you then try listening to them more than once
a night or by listening to them for more than 2 weeks. These are your
files now and you are in control.
Of course if you are feeling dangerous then you could listen to all the
files without knowing their effects. Are you woman enough to take on my
challenge? Who wouldn't want to be my perfect woman? If you want to be
the vixen of my dreams then don't bother to read any more...
And I didn't.
I closed down the readme and quickly scrolled through the files. They all
had numbers and names which were all mythological. The first file was
called "01 - Hypna". I knew Hypnos was the Greek god of sleep and guessed
that was a little joke and clue by Mistress Xenthia. I spotted a couple
of names I knew but did not understand their relevance or couldn't be
certain if their relevance was what I guessed - Venus, the goddess of
love and beauty, was file number 16, Apolla (a feminine version of
Apollo) was file number 3 and Aphrodite was file number 12. Mistress
Xenthia obviously enjoyed her mythology but her curious names had not
given me too many clues about what laid ahead. Apart from one obvious
thing: all the names were female and some of them were ones that were
normally male (like Apollo to Apolla). She was not without a sense of
humour.
I took off my heels (for one my feet were starting to ache) as I
transferred the first three files, Hypna (the file that would induce the
trance), Morphia (the file that would wake me from trance) and Apolla
(file number 3 and my first hypnotic suggestion file), onto my MP3
player. As my computer switched off I queued them up in the correct order
and slipped on my headphones snugly. I quietly got into bed, still
covered in pink, and beneath my covers with my beautiful head resting
softly on my pillow I listened to Hypna.
I fell deeply into trance.
(To be continued in Chapter 2: Apolla)
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