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I looked into his eyes and could see the fear and fascination there. I
looked familiar to him but just as equally foreign. He turned his head
to the side to get a better look. He lifted his chin, looking down his
nose. I did the same. It was hard not to.
He didn't recognize that we were the same person. He always thought of
himself as a man but he didn't know that there was a girl inside of him.
Me. I'm that girl. I've been with him all of his life. He's caught
glimpses out of the corner of his eye, as if I were standing behind him,
just out of sight, but he hasn't looked me in the eyes... until now.
I'm Wendy. He's Louis. He used to call the shots, keeping me trapped in
a well deep inside of him until Dr. Herzog helped me escape. Since then
I've been making my presence known more and more in Louis's life. I come
out fully when she puts him into a hypnotic trance, yes, but there are
other ways I make my presence known. If he realized it, Louis would see
that he holds his drinks with his pinky extended daintily. He'd hear
that his voice has gone up a bit in its pitch. And he'd realize that his
mouth waters a little bit whenever he sees an attractive man.
I'll admit it. I'm a cockslut. I've got a voracious appetite for it.
Every time the phone rings at Louis's place, I get a little shiver down
my spine, hoping that it'll be Dr. Herzog on the other end of the line
giving him his trigger word to release me from my masculine bonds. When
this happens, it's Louis that fades into the background while I step
into the spotlight. I feel like a star. I'm the center of attention at
the Herzogs when I go to their place.
There are times, like this, where Louis is given the chance to confront
me. To see himself for what he should be. Tonight Dr. Herzog invited me
out and let Louis see me. It was time that he and I had a little chat.
The more he tries to deny that I exist, the more difficult it's become
for me to come out, despite all of the hypnotic conditioning Dr. Herzog
has put in place for my ease of entry into the world.
"Why do you resist me?" I asked him, my mouth forming a perfect little
pout. I could see this because he could see this.
"I... I don't want you around. You're ruining my life!" he shouted. I
noticed that he avoided any sibilant sounds. I'd gotten him lisping ever
so slightly like Cindy Brady. He knew this because I knew this.
"Am I really? Is that what you think? You've seen the world through my
eyes and lived it the way I want to live. Isn't that better? Haven't you
had fun? Hasn't it been super?" I just had to add that last part to give
him a good sissy lisp.
"No!" he whined. "I don't want any part of it! You're making me do
things I don't want!"
"Like what?"
"Everything! The clothes! The way I act!"
"The way you feel about men?"
"Yes! Especially that!"
"Oh, don't be coy. Don't try to tell me that you don't enjoy that. I've
been with you all your life. I know everything you've ever thought and
all of your fantasies. I've been there as you've jacked off thinking of
the jock who saw you naked at the gym. I've felt you get hard while
watching porn, not because of the women but because of the men. I'm
simply doing all of the things you've always wanted to do but never
would."
Normally I'd be concerned if a patient of mine were having such a heated
conversation with themselves while staring in a mirror. Yet, this is
exactly how I knew this would happen. I had found Wendy inside of Louis
during an early hypnosis session. I could picture her as a little girl,
a lost urchin starving and shaking from fear hidden amongst trappings of
macho bullshit that Louis had piled on over the years, trying to keep
Wendy repressed.
I found the little girl and helped raise her, so to speak. I knew that
her presence was the key to Louis's personality and so many of the
issues he couldn't resolve. How could he? He was denying himself -- much
like he was dong now.
Tonight I hoped to resolve some of the conflict between the masculine
and feminine sides of Louis's personality and allow the feminine to win.
I was sissifying him, giving Wendy the upper hand. I didn't want to
eradicate Louis from existence, rather, I wanted to torment him with his
own desires. Wendy embodied those painfully frightening feelings and she
was my greatest ally in this process.
"Wendy, perhaps you should show Louis just exactly what he needs," I
chimed in. I could tell that they were at an impasse and I hoped this
tilted the scales. My powers of persuasion and hypnosis could only go so
far, even with the farther-reaching hypnotic triggers that had been set
up by his Aunt when he was a boy. She was the person who kept Wendy
alive through Louis's sexual awakening and initial subjugation but her
training of Louis ceased when she had to move to the West Coast, leaving
him adrift.
Dr. Herzog knew exactly what I needed to do to show Louis that I was his
true face.
I heard the pleasantly familiar buzz from Dr. Herzog's intercom, letting
her husband, Charles, know that his services were needed. Or, rather,
that he was needed to be serviced. I've only had a few dozen men with
which to compare him, but Charles was my most favorite. I love the way
he makes me feel. If anything, I think I have gotten a little crush on
him. I hope Dr. Herzog doesn't mind.
I walked over to the center of the room with Louis walking with me. I
tried to kneel where Charles liked me to be but my knees were locked.
"No, I won't!" Louis shouted.
"But you want to," I said.
"No, I don't!"
I closed my eyes and thought of all the men that the Herzogs had
introduced me to. The wonderful feelings that they gave me and how they
satisfied the cravings that I had had for my entire life. I heard their
moans mixed with mine. I felt the physical feelings, yes--the hard heat
in my mouth and pussy--but also the satisfaction of pleasing.
Into my hand I felt the hot hardness that I loved so much. It was like
touching an electric fence. The world stopped and a jolt traveled
through my body. I opened my eyes to see Charles standing in front of
me, towering over me, his hand over mine, over his erection.
"This," I said, "is what you need. Can't you feel it? Won't you bend to
it?"
I could feel Charles's pulse pounding through his sex. My mouth was
watering and I felt my clit get hard in my panties. Moreover, I could
feel Louis's resolve weakening. He wanted Charles's cock. He needed this
because I did.
I sank now to my knees. Hesitant, shaky, but down I went. I trailed my
hand over Charles's sex, tracing the ridge around the head of his
massive cock. I heard a groan, looked to Charles, and realized it wasn't
him making the noise. It was coming from my mouth... it was Louis
groaning, feeling the desire that burned inside of me... of us.
Normally, I'd have had my lips wrapped around Charles by now but I
wanted to take it slow and easy to let Louis realize just how wonderful
servicing a man could be; how marvelous a cock is. I could feel my mouth
watering as my fingers played across the ridged surface, feeling the
velvet soft mushroom head, running a finger down along the underside of
his tool to the base.
I leaned forward and took in the strong heady scent of manhood. It was
intoxicating. My eyes closed as I moved closer, my mouth opening. Then I
stopped and forced my eyes open. I wanted Louis to see everything,
experience it all. I looked at him in the mirror with his own Charles
there, cock standing at attention in his hands. As I leaned forward, so
did he. Our eyes were locked as we licked the tip of Charles's cock,
tasting the salty sourness of man.
We opened our mouths wider and, likewise, Louis opened his eyes wider. I
could see the fright there.
"It's all right," I thought to him. "I'll be here to guide you. You're
safe."
And with that, we took Charles into our mouth, feeling the bulbous head
roll over our lips and onto our tongue. The soft hardness filling our
eager mouths. We heard him moan and felt the satisfaction that comes
with pleasing. This made us move our heads further onto him.
Usually Charles likes to put a hand in my hair and direct me as I suck
him but this time he just let me lead Louis through the experience. I
wanted him to savor every inch and every sensation.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," thought Louis.
"This is what you were born to do," I told him. "You were made for
making men happy. You were born to suck cock." With that, I leaned in
even closer, taking Charles as deep as I could without gagging. A few
faint wisps of his pubic hair tickled my nose.
I began moving my head back and forth along his shaft, slowly easing him
in and out, wanting to go faster but hesitant to scare Louis.
Without warning, however, I felt my head moving quicker. It wasn't me
doing this. It was Louis. I smiled inwardly and knew that we had just
made a breakthrough.
A low moan came from deep within as Louis took Charles deeper than I had
felt comfortable going before. The hunger had him. He needed to feel
more, to know what it meant to feel that emptiness filled. Our throat
worked, swallowing Charles as deeply as we could.
Charles joined with his own moan and swore under his breath as Louis
worked his cock like he was born to it, just as I had told him, just as
I knew.
Usually I can tell when Charles is climaxing from the forceful way he
fucks my face, pumping as deep as he can. But perhaps something about
Louis's mouth was different for Charles simply let out another low,
guttural moan before unleashing a flood into our mouth. This was Louis's
first taste of cum and swallowed it down with demanding thirst.
Spent, Charles pulled out and I heard Louis say, "I want more." I knew
that he had joined me and I began to feel whole for the first time in a
long time.
"Wendy?" Dr. Herzog asked, "Is Louis still here?"
"He's somewhere inside of me, Doctor. He's content and knows that I am
the real person that he always needed to be."
She smiled and told me that when I wasn't called forth from Louis's
subconscious that I would be much more present in his life. More than
fleeting effeminate gestures, he would feel far more like the girl he
truly is. I would be calling more of the shots. He would feel my hunger
and be a cockslut. He would be this way because I am this way.
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