Fantasia Chapter 4 THE FINAL CHAPTER
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The Queen spoke directly to Missy. Emma sat by the console monitoring
and typing.
Relax. Send a wave of relaxation through your body from the top of your
head to the tip of your toes. Go deeper in trance, honey, go deeper.
That's a good girl. Shape your girl.
Feel the white hot light on your body and the cool blue light on your
clitty shaping you, rounding you, feminizing you.
Excite your clit, girl.
Your clitty is highly aroused. You feel it tingling and it feels
wonderful and sexy. You want to please and be pleased. You want and need
yummy cum.
You now know what in your heart you've known all along. You know you are
more female than male and have always been. Perhaps you will realize
that you have been on a little detour into man-land, a place where you
don't really belong, where you don't really feel right. It is time to
get back on your true path and be your true feminine self. You can no
longer deny what you truly feel. Resistance is futile, girl--it only
strengthens your desire.
First, we will get rid of that awful male name--the one with the negative
associations--hairy ugly body, the male chauvinist attitude, the awkward
gangly behavior. It is time to go all the way and take a female name, a
girly name as your new name. On the count of three you will erase your
male name from your thoughts and from your body. And with it, the last
vestiges of maleness will be gone, sent tumbling out into space, into
the universe, since you no longer need them.
One...two...three. Poof, you are now Missy.
As Missy you are attached to only positive associations.
Your life as Missy is joyful and fulfilling.
Your mind is calm and tranquil, Missy. And you are a real Doll.
You are a self contained, self sufficient, and a self-reliant Doll.
Your full name is: Missy.
Missy certainly does not need nor want anyone in her life who is
negative or detracts from her goal of being the best girl she can be.
You now mentally erase them--those negative people.
Picture their shadowy shapes in your mind's eye then rub them out with a
magic can of erasing spray, until poof, they are all gone.
You are at peace, Missy--a calm, little Doll.
Imagine a divine white healing light surrounding you, Missy and flooding
you with a sense of strength and purpose, and well being in your mind,
body, and spirit.
For you are Missy, have always been Missy, a sweetie and a honey pie of
a girl. Relaxed and calm and serene, floating more easily through life
with more fun and joy.
It is done baby.
From now on you will be proud. Missy is your real name, your given name,
the only name you will want to answer to from now on. You are a good
girl and proud of your name.
Go forth and enjoy, Missy.
From now on, whenever anyone asks you your name, you will tell them,
"Missy." That has always been your name, the only name you remember
having since birth. You are now, have always been and always will be,
Missy.
If anyone calls you by a different name, you will correct them and tell
them in no uncertain terms that your name is Missy, and that is what you
want them to call you.
Every girl has a history, Missy, and you have many memories to be proud
of, to be reminded of. Imagine you are viewing a movie screen. Certain
pictures will be projected on that screen that stimulate fond memories
of you and your girlhood, Missy. Some of them you may have forgotten,
but you will recall them now and they will become strong memories of
yours once again. Memories of a little Dolly.
Let's begin with the first picture. It is coming on now. I believe it is
you at the age of three. Yes, it is you. You are standing in someone's
back yard wearing a cute little pink dress and a pink bow in your hair.
And those are a pair of white Mary Jane shoes I believe. You look so
adorable and shy and are smiling happily. Aren't those pigtails so cute?
You were such a precious little girl back then So innocent and sweet.
Such an independent explorer of the world around you.
Oh, and here you are in the next one. You were four in this one I think.
You are standing next to a wading pool squinting at the camera and
wearing a cute little one-piece purple bathing suit. You look like you
are about to get in the pool with a yellow rubber ducky. That was your
favorite ducky, do you remember? Those pudgy bare legs of yours were so
cute weren't they? And your hair was wet and flat and you were still
smiling, still looking happy. Your breasts were just little nubs of
themselves then, but they would fill out later, Missy, into perky little
things that boys wanted to feel and hold. Remember? You were a very
confident little girl then.
Look at this next one, Missy. That was your first day of school. You
were such a pretty freckle-faced little girl standing at the bus stop in
that cute blue polka-dot dress, black Mary Janes, and pigtails. See
those little boys in the background looking at you? Maybe they knew what
a girl you would develop into. You were so very smart in school weren't
you? The teachers loved you and encouraged you to learn and achieve. You
were such an industrious little girl with a great respect for authority.
You wanted so much to please.
Let's fast forward past these many dresses and shoes, birthday parties,
and cute hairstyles. Oh, remember that one where you were kneeling and
playing jacks. Your white panties were showing. So naughty, Missy. My,
my. Let's keep going. Oh, look at this one. Remember this? You must have
been six. And look, you are wearing your first lipstick, and your hair
is nearly to your shoulders and is shiny and curly. You are starting to
fill out, Missy. Remember that? Those little breasts and hips. You are
wearing short denim shorts and a yellow crop top. See how your little
belly is showing. It was such a wonderful feminine feeling and that was
when you first knew you were a real girl. You wanted makeup and dresses
and lingerie after that. You were crazy in love for feminine things that
would make you look and feel sexier and more and more girlie. This was a
time when you loved being a girl.
Let's forward through these outfits and makeup experiments. Isn't that a
pink tutu with tights and white ballet shoes? So cute! That was your
first ballet lesson.
Your hair is beautiful, so shiny and brushed out falling and bouncing
down your back. Your makeup looks perfect--red glossy lips, some rouge on
those rosy cheeks, and a hint of blue mascara. Are your eyebrows shaped?
I believe they are, Missy. And that little lavender sequined purse is
such a nice touch isn't it? Oh, are those high heels you are wearing?
Yes, open toe, nice red toenails too. You were quite the hot little
number weren't you, Missy?
You had such strong needs, Missy. You were so turned on you would do
anything. You were so passionate and so horny morning, noon, and night.
But you couldn't get that itch scratched could you, Missy?
Well, now you can. Now you can be the girl you wanted to be then. You
can dress and wear makeup and lingerie all you want. You can be a slut
if you want. You are free Missy. No more frustration. You are free to be
who and what you want, to take and give what you want. You can make up
for lost time, Missy. You can be that hot little number again and be as
wild and wanton as you want to be. You may have felt guilty then because
those needs made you want to be wild, to take your passion over the top
in an orgy of uninhibited pleasure. But now you can admit it, confess to
your wanton feelings and accept your passion as a part of yourself. And
by confessing your natural naughtiness, admitting your wanton passion
you can enjoy life now, Missy, the way it was meant to be enjoyed, with
only positive joyous feelings of pleasure.
You have learned so much. You have learned that what Mummy wants, Mummy
gets. You have learned to always be pleasant, that it is unfeminine to
express anger, and you want to be feminine, very feminine. You know that
Mummy does not always like a woman who is more intelligent than her, so
you have learned to act dumb, even like a blonde bimbo, if that's what
it takes to please your Mummy. Because Mummy's needs should be put
before your own. You know that and you know to be passive and obedient
to your Mummy. You do not have the right to say no to me. Your role is
to be mummy's obedient princess.
To be happy and dumb and obedient is to be a bimbo isn't it? And bimbos
have fun. They can be silly and fluffy, they can be sluts with bad boys
or bad girls, can't they? And now you are a bimbo aren't you Missy? A
silly submissive Missy bimbo girlie slut, here to serve anyone, anytime,
in any way.
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