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WARP HER MIND (PART 2) By Janis_en_femme Fiction - As I reinforce my altered sexuality through hypnotic files, I start broadening my wife's sexuality and a neighbor stops by Hypnotic Files used: TrainCrossdress, CurseTotalFeminization TrainFemGuy, Control Boyfriend, TrainBiSexual, Pussy Lover, TrainWomenSex, TrainHypnoLoss, Accelerator. While reading my first story, WARP MY MIND, which is non-fiction, is not necessary, reading my second story, WARP HER MIND, would be helpful in catching you up to speed. Any and all comments would be appreciated. Either reviewing it through here or by emailing me at [email protected] will be fine. EXPANDING HER HORIZON Yes, life was good. My wife, Mary, had accepted my cross-dressing lifestyle with help from the Warp My Mind files. We had gone shopping to a couple of stores, picking some lovely outfits for both of us. She promised she would work with me on my make-up and voice, providing encouragement and advice along the way. With her help, my hair would grow longer and fuller. My diet had already taken a definitely more feminine twist with both of us eating more salads and light dinners. And the sex! Fantastic! Marvelous! Superb! But the lure of hypnotic files still lingered, tempting me to go further. I discovered she was very susceptible to hypnotic suggestion. I realized this after I slipped in the CrotchAddict file in her Ipod. She nearly went out of her mind with lust for any cock that wandered in her view. Her reaction at the mall was enthralling. That following Monday she continued to stare at men's crotches, even at work. She wanted to call in sick on Tuesday because she couldn't take it. "Let me get a file to relax you," I offered. Mary still had no idea that the CrotchAddict file was hiding in her Ipod and her mind. That night I deleted the CrotchAddict file and loaded the TrainBiSexual file. This should spice up our sex life, I thought. I giggled like a naughty little girl. I was now acting even more feminine than ever, with my wife's blessing. Because of Mary's acceptance, I was able to listen to the TrainCrossdress, CurseTotalFeminization and TrainFemGuy files at home and on the road. The CurseTotalFeminization file was really doing a head trip on me. I found myself mincing and swishing around without a care in the world. Delightfully, both my wife and I were completely comfortable with it. As far as work was concerned, I covered my tracks there. I was able to avoid any colleagues by routing my calls through my home computer. I didn't have to go into the office anymore. Telecommuting is a blessing. Any clients I had to tend to usually didn't know me so I had the freedom to dress or act anyway I wished. When possible, I arranged to perform my duties using my feminine name of Janis so I could dress up. Yes, life was very good. On the Thursday after I planted the TrainBisexual File in her Ipod, Mary stayed home with a headache and listened to her Ipod almost all day to relax. When I got home, I was wearing my beige skirt, a taupe top and high-heeled shoes. She was overjoyed. Her urge to gawk at men's cocks had lessened but not completely subsided. At least, she was relieved that her cock obsession wasn't as intense as it was on that Sunday. She still greeted me by grabbing my crotch and kneeling under my skirt to give a special hello to my already throbbing cock. That night she had me work on my voice. She said it needed to be more feminine. "Something's missing," she said with a hand to her chin. "What? Besides my voice?" I asked sweetly. "Try it a bit higher," she suggested. I tried and it did sound more airy, more feminine. "There's something else." She walked around me, caressing my rear. She stopped. She came up behind me and rubbed her pussy against my ass. She reached down and began stroking my cock which was rising to the occasion. Her hand drifted up to my chest. "That's it," she said with a note of triumph. "What's it?" "You need breasts. Those rolled up stockings just aren't doing it for me." "Breasts? Implants?" "I know it sounds ridiculous. But you need something more real for me to touch up there." This was an unexpected turn for me. But it was along the lines of something I was considering. "Breast forms." "What are breast forms?" I went online and showed her a few. She smiled. "That's more like it. How soon can you get them?" "Well, it will be expensive but I can order next day delivery." "Do it," she said rubbing her pussy again. "I've got to, I mean, you've got to have them as soon as possible." That night our lovemaking was a little less passionate. Mary would seem to lose focus as if something was missing. "What's the matter?" I asked, suspecting it was the new file. "I don't know. I'm probably just tired." She sat up. "Would you mind just walking around for me? Put on that skirt and just walk like a model for me?" I did without hesitation. Mary's breathing began to get heavy. She was rubbing herself again. "I've got a surprise for you," I said as I pranced out of the bedroom. I walked in with a gift box. Mary was squirming now. She really wanted to get herself off. "Open it." "How about later?" she moaned as her head went back. I tore off the paper and showed her the gift. It was a vibrator a 10- inch, double-headed vibrator. "Oh God, Give it to me now!" she said in short breaths. Being a thoughtful husband, I already put batteries in the vibrator. I switched it on and tossed it to her. "Now walk like a model. Walk a like the most feminine woman you know!" I sashayed away the room, limp-wristed and blowing her kisses. She grabbed the dildo with both hands and began rubbing against her clit. She licked the other end. Shoving it in as fast as she could, she let out a yell of relief and came! "Dear God in Heaven!" She collapsed. The next day, she apologized for her behavior. She was sorry she for being so demanding. She again said she didn't know what came over her. I reassured her that everything was fine. I reminded her of the special parcel and toddled off to work. During the day, I called her at work to check on her. She had taken her Ipod to work. "How're you doing?" I asked nonchalantly. "Fine." There was a tone in her voice. "Fine, but ..." I added. "I never noticed how beautiful some of the women I work with are. Some are downright gorgeous. I caught myself sneaking glances at their bodies. I think that hypnotic file is doing something to me." "It's normal. Because you've accepted my change, maybe you've relaxed any other inhibition you had." "It's beginning to worry me. I don't want to become some sort of sex maniac." "You won't. You can stop listening to those files any time you want." There was a pause. I know this was causing a conflict in her. Part of the files states that you want to listen to them, which makes you need to listen to them. I remembered that I experienced the same sort of reluctance, but finally gave in. "I don't know. If I stop listening to them, what would happen to our marriage?" "You don't feel like seducing any of those women, do you?" I asked with a little bit of hope in my voice. "No. I suppose not." "Maybe you're just getting ideas for how you'd like me to dress?" "That sounds about right." "Just relax and remember what's waiting for us at home." I hung up, wondering what would happen next. BREASTS As usual, I arrived home before my wife. There by the front door, it lay. I quickly snatched it up and went inside. Like a child on Christmas morning, I ripped open the box. I merely gazed upon those beauties. How I wanted to put them on and start dancing! Taking a deep breath, I read on how to apply them. They felt wonderful in my hands. Once again, I was rock hard. My cock seemed to be growing out, reaching, and striving to touch them. I touched them to my dick briefly. I didn't want to mess them up. By the time my wife arrived, I was dressed in black panties and bra with my new cleavage hanging out for her to see. She let out a squeal. "OOOOOOO, let me touch them. Let me touch them." Her right hand gingerly reach out and rested on my left breast. Her left hand followed suit to my right breast. She began massaging them. She closed in to inspect them. "They feel wonderful. They look wonderful," she said. "Have a taste!" I urged. Her mouth clamped down on one, and a growl escaped her throat. We went to the bedroom. She dove in between my legs to suck my hard cock. Her eyes were wide open and looking up my breasts. She paused and grabbed her new vibrator. She rested the dildo between her legs and resumed sucking. Every so often she would reach up to grab one of my boobs. Finally, she tossed the dildo away and slid down my cock. As she rode me, she kneaded my breasts with her eyes closed. By the time I came, she was drained. "That was wonderful," she said as she drifted off for a cat nap. At her request, I removed all hypnotic files from her Ipod. I bought another MP3 player and stored them on it. We agreed that would be used for the Saturday morning reinforcement sessions. Soon she stopped staring at the women and men in her office. Our sex life was still wonderful, but a small sense of something missing was growing within her. I could sense it. A week later, I popped the question. I knew she was ready for it. After another Saturday morning hypnotic reinforcement session, I leaned over. "What to try a threesome?" "Yes," she blurted out and then caught herself. "No." "You, me, and another woman." "No. definitely not!" she said with mild uncertainty. "I'm not a lesbian." "You don't have to be. How about becoming bisexual?" "What are you talking about?" "Another hypnotic file." I told her more about the hypnotic file website. I could tell that she was definitely into the idea of being bisexual temporarily but didn't want to appear too eager. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "Me first and then you." "What?" "It's only fair. I become bisexual for one threesome and you do it for another." "Agreed," I said knowing full well that I would never use the file. I could claim that the file didn't affect me. "I guess you have to load up my Ipod again." "I'm afraid so," I said as I made my way to the computer. Now the question arose, who to pick for the threesome. THINGS HEAT UP Our neighbors, Debi and Mario, were perfect for this type of thing. Our relationship with them ran hot and cold. When they were getting along, they never spoke to us. When they were fighting, we were their best friends. Debi is a fiery red-head with a good body and an attitude to match. She's pushing thirty. She never talks about her life before Mario. She likes to shop and volunteer at her church. Mario is a short, macho Italian who let himself go to pot. He inherited lots of money which is the main reason Deb married him in the first place. Neither of them has had to work in years. He likes to sit around and watch sports. I used to enjoy going over and watching ball games with him, but my interest in sports has waned considerably since I began listening to the TrainFemGuy file. Best of all, I knew I wouldn't have to wait long for an opportunity. With football season beginning, Debi would be coming over to seek comfort from Mary. The rest of the week continued with Mary willingly submitting to listening to the TrainBisexual file. She listened everyday. She acted very nonplussed by the whole situation. By Thursday, she rented a lesbian porno because she "just wanted to see what men found so hot about it." We poured a couple glasses of wine and sat down to watch. Mary had taken to wearing nothing but panties and bra around the house at night. I was in a lovely floral dress and high heels with some wonderful coral-colored lingerie underneath. Whenever we were inside, Mary insisted that I wear my boobs. I swear she was in love with them. During the porno, one of her hands was resting on them at all times. Her other hand would drift over to my cock for a quick tug. But it was my breasts that she seemed most infatuated with. I had no problem with that. I was feeling more girly than ever and I loved my tits more than my cock. As the porno progressed, Mary was getting really worked up watching the women fondle and rub each other. She began mimicking them. When they would squeeze a tit, so would she. When they would rub a snatch, so would she. If they masturbated, so would she. The vibrator I bought home was always within reaching distance. Finally, she climbed on top of me and rubbed herself. My dress went up and my panties went down. She slid my hard cock inside her with ease. She furiously hopped up and down. Her eyes were closed and she grunted. She was really trying to get herself off and it didn't matter who it was it. I could tell she was fantasizing it was another woman. When she briefly opened her eyes once, she appeared disappointed. She bounced harder and harder on my cock. She paused to shift our position. She forced me to lie down on the sofa. I saw her turn her head to catch glimpses of the porno. Mary was bouncing harder and harder on my cock until she finally came. "O My God!" she let out. She laid her head on my chest but her gaze drifted back to the lesbian romp on our TV. My cock was still inside her and I could feel her pussy twitching. On Friday, I was able to sneak into her office. I had a job nearby and I was dying to see how she was acting at her office. I was wearing a darling gray-blue business ensemble and my hair was finally reaching my shoulders, so I looked like a typical businesswoman. With a little help from some glasses and a superb job on my make-up (I was finally developing some style); I was able to enter her office without raising any suspicions. I mincingly strolled around, nodding to various secretaries along the way. Then I saw her. My wife was sitting at her desk. She was squirming. She seemed unable to concentrate. Finally she got up and walked over to the copier. I hadn't noticed that a lovely young lady was making copies. She was shaking her behind as if she was doing a little dance, and my wife was hypnotized by it. She walked up to her and placed her hand on the girl's ass. "You really shouldn't be jiggling in the office, dear. " "I'm sorry." "It just looks unprofessional, sweetie." She removed her hand and took a step back. The girl smiled and began to shift. Mary reached out and grabbed her ass again. As she did, Mary seemed to lose her balance. She reached out and caught a handful of tit. She pulled the girl down on top of her. They paused for a moment, looking at each other. The girl was motionless on top of Mary. "I'm sorry," said the girl. "No, no. It was entirely my fault," Mary said as she got up. "I just got a little light-headed. A splash of cold water should do the trick." "Do you need help?" offered the girl. "No. I'll just dash off the ladies room for a bit." At a respectful distance, I was able to follow Mary to the ladies room. I paused to let her enter first. Then I snuck in quietly. I crept into a stall that was two away from her, and what to my wondering ears should I hear, but my wife fingering herself. I could hear her fingers squishing as they slid in and out of her wet, sopping pussy. A little relieved moan escaped her lips when she came. I peered out of the stall to see her walk over to the sinks. She took a whiff of her finger and then reluctantly washed her hands. "I hope you enjoyed watching the show as much as I enjoyed doing it," she said as she looked right at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. "You really do make a fine looking woman." She gathered herself and left. I exited the stall and checked myself out in the mirror. Mary was right. I looked divine. Not a smudge of makeup out of place. NEIGHBORLY ADVICE Finally Saturday arrived, our time to shop some more. . I was dying to buy a coat, maybe a mink. This time I wore a sweet little black skirt with a peasant blouse for our excursion. While I was getting ready, Mary listened to her Ipod for some hypnotic reinforcement. After that, she decided that a trip to a beauty salon was also in order. She called and made an appointment for us. As we prepared to go, someone knocked on the door. It was Debi. "Just ignore her. She'll go away," I said. "No. She's a friend," snapped Mary as she walked to the door. "No. She'll freak out when she sees me." "You look fine, absolutely lovely." Mary's acceptance of my feminization sometimes blinded her as to what other people would think. Mary opened the door and Debi rushed in. "I've had it with that man! He's is the most self-centered, uncaring man in the world." Debi, paused and looked at me. "Who are you?" demanded Debi. "Never mind her, dear. What happened? What about you?" said Mary directing Debi's attention away from me. "Tell me what's wrong." Any curiosity about who I was vanished as Debi had an opportunity to talk about herself. Debi could never resist talking about herself. "Let's go in the kitchen for some privacy, dear," said Mary as she guided her away from me. They closed the door. I could hear Debi rant for a while Mary calms her down. I heard the refrigerator door open and close. About 20 minutes later, the door opened. Mary walked out. "O God, I just have to have her! That Bisexual file is making me so horny for pussy and tits so that your cock just doesn't do it for me anymore." "What?" I said hurt. "I'm sure I'll crave only your cock when I stop listening to that file over and over, but right now I need pussy. You saw how desperate I was yesterday. I had to cop a feel off that poor girl." "What about Debi?" I asked as I walked into the kitchen. There was our neighbor passed out with her head on our table. "Carry her to our room," Mary instructed. "What did you do?" Mary smiled a most devious smile and held up a little plastic bottle partially filled with a green liquid. "Nyquil," she said. "Nyquil?" I queried. "Yes, I put about a third of it in her soda. I knew she'd guzzle it down because she always guzzles when she rants about Mario. She goes through two liters every time she stops by. Now pick her up" "Why did you do that?" "Take her to our room NOW." Instinctively, I scooped Debi up and carried her into our bedroom and placed her listless body on our bed. She looked beautiful. She had a pair of large tits that I would die for, wonderful red flowing hair, impeccable taste in perfume, and a delicate little outfit I wished I could fit into. God, how I so desperately wanted to be her at that moment. Mary's entrance interrupted my reverie. She had something behind her back. "Loosen her clothes." Mary instructed as she stepped closer. Her smile increased with deviousness with each step. "Ta-daa," she whispered as she whipped out her Ipod from behind her back. "I knew the Nyquil would make her woozy. I knew she'd nod off so I could put this on her." Mary delicately slipped the headphones around Debi's head. She switched the Ipod on. Debi's eyelids flitted opened and eyes rolled back. A smile crept across Debi's face. Her features began to soften for the first time since I knew her. MORE MIND WARPING Mary rubbed her hands together like a villain in a silent movie. Her eyes devoured Debi's body. "Can we go shopping now? She'll be out for at least a couple of hours," I said. "No. I want to be here when she wakes up," Mary shot back. "You'd be wasting our time. The files won't have any effects right away. It may take a while." "They did with me," Mary shot back. "You were willing. You wanted to accept my cross dressing, remember. Let's go shopping." "Shopping will have to wait." She slipped out of her clothes down to her bra and panties. "You promised that I'd get to go to a beauty parlor today," I pouted. Mary brushed her fingers through my hair. She planted a kiss and flicked my lips with her tongue. Her fingers wrapped around my cock. "Let's spend the day here instead. I promise we'll go soon." I could feel my desire to shop fade. "Doesn't she look lovely, John?" Mary whispered in my ear. My eyes drifted over the relaxed form on our bed. Debi was everything I wanted to be as a woman. "Yes," I heard myself hissed. "She's gorgeous, isn't she?" Mary whispered some more. "Yessssss." "You'd like to be her, wouldn't you, Janis?" she whispered again. "Yessssssssss." Mary began to knead one of my tits and cup my ass. I was rock hard again. She forced me to the top of our dresser across from our bed. Rubbing and licking my lips she positioned me to lie down on top of the dresser. Removing our panties, I found myself in a 69 position with Mary. While sucking on Mary's sweet pussy, I realized I could see Debi's body. My head was swimming. I was imagining myself as Debi as I was eating out Mary. I could actually see myself as Debi doing it, enjoying the tart, tangy taste on my tongue. Mary has positioned herself so that she could suck my cock and look at Debi at the same time. Her fervor increased as she slobbered my cock with her eyes focused on Debi. Mary began mashing her pussy into my face blocking my view of Debi. I just closed my eyes and imagined myself as that fiery redhead licking my wife's pussy. Mary pushed harder and harder almost smothering me as she sucked deeper and deeper. Finally she lifted her head and let out a grunt of pleasure! "AAAHHHHHH!" I came in response, squirting cum all over my skirt and blouse. I felt all the tension leave my body. Mary drew in a breath and slid off me. "I've got to have her. It's all I can do not to grab those tits!" Debi did have a lovely set of D's. Before I began listening to my files, I would catch myself lustfully staring at them. "It'll take time for her to feel the effects. It may take weeks." "I don't have weeks. Show me that website where you got these files from." Being completely drained and satisfied, I offered no resistance as we turned on the computer. I cleaned myself up and put on a dress while Mary searched through files. I hate to say such a clich? but she was like a kid in a candy shop. She was poring over the selections and even licking her lips. "Interesting," I would hear her say. "Cute," she uttered once or twice. "Perfect!" she finally said. "I want you to download these three." She chose PussyLover and TrainWomenSex to get Debi in the right frame of mind. She picked out Accelerator to speed things up. "We can start her on these right away," Mary said matter-of-factly. "But they'll make her gay." "Maybe. Maybe not. It'll make her go down on me quicker. I'll be able to play with those tits sooner. Just do it. You want your threesome. I want those tits. I want her for us, for our threesome. You want her too, don't you?" I did. I knew I did. Mary knew I did. Just to feel that body next to mine and see it in all its scrumptious nakedness and to drink in its fragrance. Just the three of us. I sat down and downloaded the files onto the MP3 player that we intended for Mary's Saturday morning reinforcement sessions. "It has PussyLover, TrainWomenSex, and TrainBiSexual on it," I told Mary. "We can slip it on her as soon as the file she is listening to finishes. "Put on the Control Boyfriend one too," Mary said. "Why? Do you want her to feminized Mario?" "No. The file you made is worded to reinforce my acceptance of your cross dressing, right?" "Yeah." "Well, the way you worded it, it specifically talks about you. Using your name as the subject for feminizing, right?" "You want her to feminize me?" "No. I want her to accept you. Isn't that why you used it on me right away?" "Well, yes. But you wanted it to." "Believe me, so will she. Right now she's so pissed off at men that you're exactly what she wants. The Accelerator file is loaded?" "Yes. It doesn't mean that she'll be ready to lick your pussy when she wakes up." "I know, but just the thought of her doing it gets me wet," said Mary as her fingers started rubbing her clit. "Just thinking about her wanting to fuck us," Mary began to moan. "God, all I want is to fuck." I leaned over to kiss her. She pushed me away. "No. Hurry; put those files on that MP3. And give me that dildo." I handed Mary the vibrator and she switched it on and made circles around her pussy. She sat at the foot of our bed, massaging her tits and licking her lips as I hurried to the computer to start the download of the fifth hypnotic file. I added another one too. I could hear the buzzing of the vibrator in the other room. As the download began, I rushed back to see Mary. She was pumping the dildo in and out of her at a furious rate. I grabbed her tits from behind and she moaned. "Oh God!" I licked and kissed the nape of her neck. She shifted the vibrator to one hand and used the other for support. Debi was curled up at this point so Mary had plenty of room to jerk off. "Oh God!" Mary blurted out again. She twisted around to kiss me. "Let me feel those titsssss," she hissed. I slid down to my panties and bra. I moved to her side. She buried her face in between my boobs. (I suddenly realized we stopped calling them breasts for a while now.) She licked my tits and shoved the dildo faster. In and out. In and out. I was getting hard again and began stroking myself off. I wasn't as hard as before having just cum a little while ago, but I was horny. Finally, Mary came. "Oh Fuck," she shouted. "Oh Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" I still hadn't cum and kept yanking my semi-hard dick. Mary lay down next to Debi. She crooked her finger at me. "Let me lay with my two lovely girls," Mary said. I stopped jacking off and crawled next to her. A VISIT NEXT DOOR We lay there for a while. I was about to drift off to sleep when I remember the MP3 player. "I'll be right back," I whispered to Mary. "Don't go," she said grabbing my arm. "The new files are ready for her." I ran and got the MP3 player for Debi. On the way back, I picked up my PDA then I ran back to the bedroom and saw Mary just gazing at Debi. "Here," I said handing the MP3 player to Mary. The switch went without a hitch. Debi stirred briefly as I removed the Ipod and Mary slid the MP3 player's headphones over Debi's ears, then Debi relaxed again. Mary put on the headphones to listen to her Ipod and I did the same with my PDA. We all drifted off to sleep listening to our respective hypnotic files. It was almost an hour later when I woke up to the hypnotic voice telling me that I would feel refreshed and let the changes happen "because it was time for a change as to who and what you are." Mary sat up when I got out of bed. At first, she looked confused and then realized that she was listening to her Ipod. "My file is almost over," she said sleepily. I kissed her on the forehead and eased her back on her pillow. I put on another dress (my third for the day) and stepped into the kitchen. I picked up the glass that Mary spiked with Nyquil and washed it. The phone rang. I picked it up quickly so it wouldn't disturb the girls. "Hello, John. It's Mario. Is Debi there?" "Yes, she is." "You okay, man. You sound kind of weird." "Yeah, yeah. I'm finem" I said trying to make my voice sound more masculine. "Well. Okay. Is Debi there?" "Yes." I tried to make my voice deeper. "Let me talk to her." "She's pretty pissed. She doesn't want to talk to you, man." I wanted to use any manly phrase I could think of. I just couldn't think of any. "Well, screw her then. Come on over. I've got the game on." "Thanks for thinking of me, but I'll pass," I said hoping it sounded tough. "Come on. I've got a couple of buddies over. I've got a new big screen TV," he said thinking that would entice me. "I'm really not in the mood." As they words came out, I know I sounded just like a woman. "God, you sound like a broad!" "I know." I gave up all pretenses. I really didn't know how to talk like a man anymore. "Well, get your ass over here. You need some male-bonding to get some hair back on your balls!" Mary was behind me. "Who is it?" Marry asked. I covered the phone. "It's Mario. He wants me to come over." "Well, go. There's nothing for you to do here. Go." "But I don't want to go. I'd rather go shopping." "Well, that's out of the question. Debi's going to be asleep for a few more hours. So go." I uncovered the phone. "The old lady busting your balls? Don't be a pussy. Be a man. Come on over. Screw those broads." Mario was rattling on. "Okay. Okay. Should I bring anything?" "Yeah, you got any beer?" "Oh, God!" The thought of chugging beer was entirely distasteful to me now. "How about some wine?" "You're really beginning to worry me. Wine? Fuck that. I'll go out myself and get some more beer." "Okay. Call me when you get back." "Yes, dear!" Mario said sarcastically as he hung up. I looked over at Mary who was grinning as I hung up the phone. I sounded just like a woman talking to him. We both knew it. I reacted just like a woman would too. "I hope this amuses you." "It does. It does. You've got to tell me everything when you get back. Hurry, go change. You can't go over to Mario's dressed like that." "I look forward to the weekend so I can wear beautiful things." I was pouting again. "You don't want him to get suspicious and come here, do you? Now go change this instant." I still kept male clothes for work. I wiped off my make-up that I just painstaking re-applied. I put on jeans and a T-shirt but I couldn't take a chance of wearing my bra and panties underneath. Mario was notorious for pulling people's pants down as some sort of macho practical joke. When I saw Mario pull into his driveway, I begrudgingly made my way over there. It was more than four hours of sheer boredom. All Mario and his friends did was drink beer and chomp on pizza. Mario kept flipping the channels on his big screen to all the various games that were being played. Still, I couldn't get interested in a game even if he left one on long for me to focus. I was so uncomfortable in the clothes I was wearing too. I could barely sit still. I found myself cleaning up until one of Mario's friends began to make fun out of me for doing so. I kept quiet most of the time so my voice wouldn't give me away. I was getting some funny looks because of my newly acquired gestures and mannerisms too. Unconsciously, I would place my fingers under my chin to listen when someone was speaking. If I was standing, one hand would inevitably rest on my hip while the other would limply hang. When I sat, I naturally sat like a lady, legs crossed. More than a few times I found myself rubbing my hands along my thighs as if I were straightening out my dress. My mannerisms reflected the way a woman would act if she was at a party. I tried to play it off as if I were joking. But I knew no one was buying it. I then realized that this was my first social interaction since I started listening to my hypnotic files. My present social life consisted going out with my wife or chatting online with friends at the Bimbo Sanctuary. That's it. Any other time that I was in public I had my wife for support or I was with people who didn't know me. I grew agitated at myself. Had I gone too far? Then to add to my discomfort, those buffoons started spouting sports statistics. They were trying to impress each other with such nonsense. I used to know quite a bit. Now I could tell you the latest topic on Oprah's show rather than the latest sports score or stats. I had to get out of there before Mario would start including me in such tedious nonsense. "Excuse me, but I must be leaving," I said. I had grown exhausted from the boredom and tiresome talk. "You can't get going yet. This is your specialty," Mario insisted. "I think I'm gonna throw up, man," I said in my best man voice. "You only had one beer. Don't be such a pussy. Sit down," he demanded. "I am not a pussy," I stamped my foot to emphasize my point. Tears welled up in my eyes. I turned away so they wouldn't see me cry. Just then I felt my pants being yanked down. I turned around and there was Mario and his friends laughing and slapping each other on the back. "I just wanted to see if you were wearing women's panties since you're acting like one," sniggered Mario. I was mortified. Then I slapped him across his face. I should have punched him but I reacted without thinking. I know how it looked, and this only caused them to laugh harder. It was all I could do to pull up my pants. "I have to go. I have to go," I stammered. I turned to leave, but Mario grabbed my arm. "Come on, stay. I was only joking," Mario said with a big grin. I tried to pull away but I couldn't. I gathered up my nerve to punch him. Instead, I struck his chest with my wrist, just like a woman would. I know I should have punched him, but I didn't know how. I realized that I forgot how to throw a good punch. I swung again and again it was a limp-wristed attempt to fend him off. I tried again and again. Each was as limp-wristed as the first. "I have to go, NOW," I cried. Mario only laughed harder, which caused him to loosen his grip. I was able to pull away from him and stormed out of his house. I ran like a woman, with my hands up and small mincing steps. No one chased after me. I'm sure the room was full of gossip about me as soon as I left. I charged inside my house, tears streaming from my eyes. Thank God I wasn't wearing any make-up. I couldn't wait to put my clothes back on and get out of these scratchy rags! I was in the bedroom and out of those man clothes in a flash. Quickly, I had my bra and panties on. As I sat on my bed to slip on my pantyhose, I noticed the bed was empty. I looked up. In the bedroom doorway were Mary and Debi staring at me. "Oh no, Debi's going to tell Mario," I thought. I tried to cover myself up. "Don't even try. I know you like dressing up like a woman. So don't even try," Debi said in her cold, unfeeling way. "I suppose you're going to rush right over and tell Mario," I said almost as if daring her to. "Don't be rude. It's fine with her," Mary said with a wink. "Hell, I wish Mario would lighten up and put on a dress. Mary, you are one lucky girl," Debi added as she turned to hug Mary. It was a full-on hug. Her breasts were pressing against Mary's. It lasted a little too long too. Then, as if she caught herself, Debi pulled away. "I'm sorry you missed your salon appointment. You would have loved it, I'm sure," Debi said trying to shift attention away from the hug. "We'll go another time. Maybe you could come with," Mary teased. "That would be lovely," I added relaxing my guard a bit more. "Well, maybe. I really have to get back to Mario and his pack of drunken baboons," Debi said distastefully "They'll certainly have something to talk about. I was flitting about, bored out of my mind. It was horrible. They tried to make me stay and talk about sports. I just couldn't take it. They pulled down my pants. I completely broke down in front of them. They're probably all talking about Mario's fag neighbor," I whimpered. I could feel tears well up again. "Don't worry, sweetie," said Debi. ("Curious," I thought to myself. "Sweetie is one of the terms the Control Boyfriend tells you to call me.") "Those men are so drunk they probably forgot about it as soon as you walked out the door." Mary moved closer to comfort me with a warm hug. Debi stepped forward as if she was going to include herself in our embrace, but she quickly stopped herself. As Mary patted my head, I began to calm down. Debi was looking uncomfortable. "I really must be going. Thanks for the MP3 player, Mary. I've been telling Mario I wanted one of these for a while." "Our pleasure." Debi gave us both a quick peck on our cheeks and she was off. I finished dressing. I felt much better after I was putting on my lipstick. Then I told Mary all about my afternoon in detail. I found it very soothing to talk about it. "Well, it seems you were quite the little lady," Mary joked. "I've told you about my afternoon. Now tell me about yours," I said. "Pretty dull. I got so frustrated looking at Debi that I had to use the dildo a couple of times to get myself off. Debi slept right through it. Both times. She slept until a few minutes before you came back. She was still a little groggy. She didn't remember listening to the files." "I added a TrainHypnoLoss file, just in case. It makes her forget what files she just listened to," I said. "Good. I think she would have really freaked out. As it was, she was so embarrassed for falling asleep. So I know she won't be telling Mario anything. She couldn't get her bearings for a while either. She kept leaning on me and grabbing my tits for support." "Sounds familiar," I smirked. "I wanted to see if the files had any effect so I mentioned that you were a cross dresser. Don't worry. She was very accepting of the fact. Delighted, in fact." "I guess you were right. Being so mad at Mario and his macho bullshit, she prefers a cross-dresser," I added. "Whatever. All I know is I can't wait until the other files kick in. I knew she was susceptible so I gave her that MP3 as a gift. She promised she would listen to it everyday." "That's a strange thing for her to say." "Well, the files tell you to listen every day, don't they? This was just her rationale to do just that." "Well, what do we do now? It's too late to go shopping," I said pouting. "No, it's not. There's a midnight sale. And we could go out for a few drinks after that. We both could use a couple of drinks," Mary said with a grin. EXPANDING MY HORIZON Shopping did perk me up. We managed to buy me a lovely coat (not mink) and a darling purse to match. I picked up a few more earrings and perfume (the same brand that Debi wears). Mary seemed distracted during most of our shopping trip. At the bar, I was very self-conscious. Mary kept on telling me I looked fine, but I felt as if every man in that place was staring at me, wondering about me. My experience at Mario's had unsettled me so. We only had a couple of drinks and went home. That night we didn't have sex. We just cuddled and fondled each other. Mary was still fixated with my boobs. But then so was I. "You know," she started to say something, but then stopped. "What? What is it?" I asked. "Nothing." "Tell me," I pressed. "It's nothing. Just drop it," She snapped. I pulled away. "If you don't tell me, I won't let you touch my titties the rest of the night," I teased. She sat up unsmiling. "That's just it. I looked through that list of hypnotic files at that website. There are a lot of ones about growing breasts on men." I don't know what stunned me more. The fact that Mary would suggest something like that or the fact that she used the word, "breasts." "I mean, those are nice," Mary said pointing at my tits, "but wouldn't you rather have real ones? So you could feel everything I do to them? To you?" I hesitated. Maybe I had gone too far. My look must have concerned Mary. "You're beautiful. You like playing with mine, don't you?" She playfully jiggled her tits as she said that. "I find both men's and women's bodies captivating ever since I starting listening to those files. Wouldn't it be wonderful if you had the best of both worlds?" "I don't know. What will people say?" "What do people say now?" She knew it stung when she said that. Mary apologized and added, "Face it, dear. You find it nearly impossible to act like a man anymore except for fucking. Tits won't make any difference at this point." It was true. I found it impossible to maintain that masculine charade at Mario's. In fact, I hated even trying. "And look," Mary pointed to my cock. "The very thought of it is making you hard." It was true also. I could not deny that the thought of having my own tits was making me hard. What else could I do but agree with her. We perused the website together. Mary originally wanted CurseHermaphrodite, Shemale, CurseHormoneChange, and SuperFemaleWhammy, but I protested. Those files could possibly result in making me gay or my cock non-functional. We finally agreed on two we both liked, CurseBreastGrowthMale and CurseNippleEnlarge. I deleted TrainCrossdress and TrainFemGuy, because I obviously didn't need them anymore. I kept CurseTotalFeminization because it also suggested breast growth. I added CurseBreastGrowthMale and CurseNippleEnlarge into my PDA. As they were downloading, Mary sucked my cock. I played with my boobs as Mary played with hers. We even went to another website to order some natural breast growth/enhancement creams and pills for both of us. Mary's fascination with titties extended to hers as well. She never seemed to be concerned about her tits before. Now she loved to fondle them. "Every little bit helps," she chuckled. After we placed out order, we went to bed. Mary rested her head on my boobs and dozed off with her hand on my cock. I fell asleep listening to my new files. That night, I dreamt I had a wonderful pair of tits. THE SALON MAKES A HOUSE CALL We woke up Sunday morning as blissful as ever. The sun was shining and Mary decided that we'd take a walk in the park. "We really have to get you out more," said Mary. "You need some confidence. You could use more practice." "More practice? I'm such a woman now that I couldn't even act like a man if I tried. And I tried yesterday. What a disaster that was." "Disaster? I think it was a success. No matter what happened you didn't let the situation dictate your behavior." "Well, I don't want to show my face out of this house for quite a while." "I think that's another reason we should go out. Let's get out of the neighborhood for a bit. We'll drive until we find a park far away from here." "You're so silly," I said to my wife as I leaned over and kissed her. "You can pick out my outfit today. I can't wait to try on my new coat." We walked arm in arm to our bedroom. "I feel like wearing red today!" I said. "Yes, you do," said Mary as she selected a vibrant red dress embossed with flowers. "And I'll wear black!" We grabbed each other and beginning kissing when the doorbell rang. We ignored it and kept on kissing. I slipped out of my nightgown. Then whoever rang the doorbell began knocking on the door. I unhooked Mary's bra and let it fall to the floor. We tried to ignore the knocking at the door but it soon became a pounding. I threw a man's robe to cover my bra and panties. I peered out the window, but I couldn't see who was at the door, so I opened it. It was Debi carrying an over-sized purse. Like usual, she walked right in as if she owned the place. "I saw that you two were up, so I had to come right over," Debi said in a cheery voice. "You're not moving in, are you," I asked looking at the baggage she had. "No, sweetie. I felt just terrible about you missing your appointment yesterday. I just had to do something to make it up to you." "We were just about to go out," I said quickly, following her into the kitchen. "Nonsense," she said. Opening up her bag and spreading various items on the kitchen table. "My falling asleep here kept you from the beauty parlor and forced you to spend time with that idiot husband of mine. This is the least I could do. Plus you and your darling wife gave me that wonderful MP3 player. I listened to it all night. Couldn't sleep a wink, but I feel relaxed and refreshed. I just couldn't wait until you two were awake so I could rush right over and give you the full treatment." "Full treatment? What full treatment?" asked Mary as she entered the kitchen. She tossed on one of my robes to cover up. "Beauty treatment, doll," said Debi. "I used to be a beautician, before I got married." "Isn't Mario going to be mad that you're over here? I'm sure he'll never want either of you to be seen with me ever again," I said. "Oh, don't worry about that. It's like I said, him and his buddies got so drunk that they don't remember a thing. Do I know him or what? They barely remember you being there. They passed out shortly after I got home. I was able to listen to my new MP3 player all night long. Peace and quiet that uninterrupted." "You listened to the MP3 player all night," Mary asked. "Yep. I love it. It does make me feel relaxed. Relieves all my stress. I can't wait to listen to it again," Debi said. Mary started to tie the robe belt around her waist. Debi turned to her. "Now, hon. No reason to be shy," Debi said as she walked over and pulled Mary's robe open. "You have got one fine body. And, sweetie here, is looking good too. You both could look better, with my help. A quick rinse and we'll do a little something with that hair. A little make-over. Your fingernails. A pedicure, if you want. The works, sweetie. You're going to get the works." Mary stood there with her mouth open and her tits exposed. Debi removed my robe. "Throw this nasty old thing away." Debi began running the water in the sink, testing it to make sure it wasn't too hot or too cold. She leaned my head over the sink and began rinsing. It felt wonderfully erotic. I could feel myself get hard. Debi seemed not to notice. Mary finally collected herself. "Debi, this really is a lovely gesture. But we were going out," Mary started to say. "NO!" Debi shouted. Then changing to a softer tone, she explained, "I mean, no. Please let me do this for you. For him. For her. What do we call you anyway, sweetie?" "Janis," I said like I was saying the name for the first time. "Well, Janis, let's do something with that hair, shall we?" Debi responded like a barber cutting a child's hair for the first time. "I think I'll go change now," Mary said warily. "NO!" Debi shouted again. Then she resumed a more calm tone again. "No. This is your house. Relax. No need to dress up. No need to be so formal. In fact, why don't you get more comfortable? Take off your panties. I mean, let's see that lovely pussy of yours. I mean, there's no need to cover your pussy. I mean, there's no reason we need to be so shy with each other. We're friends. Good, dear, sweet friends." For a moment, everything went silent after Debi's rambling. The she started in again. "Here let me help you relax, sweetie." Debi slid my panties down. After all those years with Mario, she must've picked up his knack for yanking down a pair of pants. In a moment, she took notice of my raging hard-on. She looked confused as if she wasn't sure what to do next. She looked almost amazed that there was a cock there. She was tempted to touch it then stopped herself and stood up and faced Mary. "Really, we shouldn't be so self-conscious around each other. We're too good of friends for that." Again stunned silence hung in the room. "If it will make you feel any better, I'll take off my clothes too," Debi volunteered. Without any hesitation on her part or ours, Debi kicked off her shoes and slipped out of her blouse and jeans. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. "Now that's better. We're all friends here. Mary, you still have your panties on." She said playfully. Debi marched over to and yanked them down in one, quick tug. She was squatting and had come face-to-face with Mary's pussy. "You really shouldn't hide such a lovely pussy," Debi softly said. Taking a deep breath, "It smells wonderful. Almost like candy." "Well, then why don't you lick it?" Mary offered. "Can I? I mean, it wouldn't be right." "But we're such good, dear, sweet friends, Debi. No need to be shy. I'd be offended if you didn't." Mary smiled. Debi dove in. She latched onto Mary's pussy like you wouldn't believe. Her nose was buried among the public hair. Brushing her nostrils against the fine, little, brown hairs, Debi enjoyed another whiff. Her tongue was caressing each fold of Mary's pussy lips. Mary's eyes closed. She leaned back against the wall for support. I was enraptured. The sight of these two beautiful women made me forget my wet hair and the panties around my ankles. I quickly kicked my panties off and went over to Mary and Debi. I kissed Mary and she practically inhaled my lips in her mouth. I could feel her hand fondle my balls. "Oh fuck, I need this so bad," Mary gasped. "Let's go to the bedroom." Debi moaned. I looked down and it was she who was fondling my balls. The three of us seemed to be instantly teleported into the bedroom. Mary and Debi were naked but I kept my bra on. I was still wearing my breast forms, but I swear my boobs had grown a bit over night. Debi stayed between Mary's legs. Mary was reaching down stroking Debi's head. I rubbed my dick over Debi's soft flesh and slid my hands over Debi's tits. She let out a little moan. "Rub your tits all over me," Debi begged. I moved behind her. I rested my tits on her back and she arched in response. I reached down to her pussy. It was actually dripping wet with her pussy juice. My fingers seemed to be absorbed by her snatch. As I brushed my nipples across her spine, Debi moaned louder. I pressed my mounds against her. She sharply sucked in a breath. I slid my fingers out of her pussy so I could enter her from behind. My cock needed release. Debi's pussy offered no resistance to my hard cock, but instead greedily sucked it in her. My hands drifted to Debi's tits again. This time my hands met my wife's hands. Debi moved up to kiss Mary. Her hand drifted down. She started fingering Mary. Plunging her slender digits in and out of Mary, her pace quickened like she was performing a ballet in Mary's pussy. Her fingers were twirling around and plunging in again and again. Mary's hands were feverishly exploring every inch of Debi's globes. It was like she was trying to feel all of her at once. I placed my hands on her hands, guiding them. We caressed Debi's tits together. I intertwined my fingers with Mary's so we could both enjoy Debi's tits. I lead Mary's fingers on a dance over Debi's protruding nipples. Then I rolled those nipples between Mary's fingers. Mary broke from her kiss with Debi to start kissing those tits, those tits that she has been lusting after since yesterday. Debi stopped sliding back and forth on my dick, so Mary could suck her tits. I started pumping Debi's pussy. "More," Debi moaned. I could feel her hand go and massage her clit as I continued to pump her from behind. Mary's hands were now holding onto Debi's hips forcing them still against my thrusts. I glanced over to the mirror and saw Mary's mouth sucking Debi's nipple. The other engorged, pink nipple was rhythmically bouncing back and forth in response to my thrusts. I saw Debi holding Mary's head to her chest with one hand and jerking off with the other. I couldn't hold back. The sight and sensation of all that womanly flesh (including my own) made me cum with a violent explosion. I felt every drop gush forth from my cock. An animalistic roar of ecstasy erupted from the bottom of my being through my throat and out of my mouth. The force of my cumming started to make me black out. I pulled back out of Debi with a pop. Mary and Debi didn't pause. They quickly shifted into a 69 position to fill the void I created. I collapsed on the bed next to them and had a clearer view of them. Mary started licking Debi clean. She was slurping my cum out from Debi's pussy. Mary was savoring each drop tenderly and digging for more out of the deepest recesses of Debi's glistening pussy. Debi continued to bury her face inside Mary. She was inhaling Mary's musky pussy, then took a lick. Then she'd inhale again, taking a deep, rich, full breath. Then she'd flick her tongue across Mary's pussy lips. Inhale. Lick. Inhale. Lick. God, I wished I could get hard again, but, I was exhausted. Completed drained, I weakly tried to focus on those two women explore each other. The bed was rocking to their sexual rhythm. It proved was too much for me. Finally I gave in and passed out from the intensity of my orgasm. NEXT: The aftermath in WARP HIS MIND, the finale.