Hypnotised
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We are told that someone under hypnosis cannot be persuaded to anything
that they don't want to. But suppose there is something that, deep down,
you really want to do but know that you can't. Your little secret fantasy
that nobody else knows about. And then one day you attend a show where
there is a hypnotist. A girl-friend or colleague persuades you onto the
stage. And it turns out that you are a perfect subject. It just requires
a trigger - a word and a gesture perhaps. Your secret desire is revealed.
And (although you don't remember this) your girl-friend or colleague now
knows what the trigger is. Entranced and freed from inhibitions, your
secret fantasy can now be fulfilled. Whenever SHE decides.
Here are a few vignettes. Just imagine one (or more) of them happened to
you...
***
I opened my eyes and saw on the adjacent bed a pair of feet in red shoes.
There was a girl lying there on her side. She was wearing tan stockings
and I could see her shapely ankles and knees. I lifted my head slightly
and now could see her stocking tops and pink panties. She was wearing a
skirt, but it was up around her waist. I was suddenly aware of the
unmistakable outline of male genitals in her silky panties. I could feel
my cock start to stiffen. "Her" cock seemed to be stirring too.
Almost instinctively my hand reached for my own cock. I was amazed to
feel that it was only covered by silky soft fabric. I quickly realised
that I was wearing panties.
And stockings and suspenders.
And a bra.
And on the other bed the same sort of realisation seemed to be happening
as well. We were both holding hard cocks in our knickers.
More or less at the same time we both sat up on our beds and swung our
nylon-stockinged legs to the floor, pulling down the fronts of our (very)
short skirts to try and cover our undies. My companion looked familiar,
but I didn't recognise her immediately. She had a white blouse through
which I could see the pretty lace of her bra. Glancing down I saw that I
too seemed to have quite large tits, although I was wearing a red dress
and my bra didn't show through.
I stood, a little unsteadily on my high heels, and moved to sit next to
her. I put one arm around her and placed my other hand on her knee.
"Hello," I said. We kissed and her legs parted to let my hand move slowly
up her leg, over the shiny stocking-top to her smooth bare thigh, and
then my fingertips stroked her erect cock through the silky fabric of her
panties.
"Well, I see you two girlies have met!" said a familiar voice. I turned
to face my girl-friend, rapidly removing my hand from under my
companion's skirt. There was another girl with her - they both seemed
highly amused at the sight of us. I realised I had no idea how long they
had been watching.
"That hypnotist was right. You're both ideal subjects."
***
I found myself in a strange house with a group of girls. We were sitting
in the lounge having a drink and everyone was happy. There was a
discussion on the relative sex-appeal of various film stars and some of
the girls were describing the physical attributes of their idols, and
what sexual advances they could imagine in their dreams. The conversation
became more and more lewd, and at the same time I noticed that several
girls were less careful to keep their knees together. As they were all
wearing short skirts I could see that they all were wearing stockings,
not tights. On the settee opposite, the two girl's knickers were clearly
visible. I felt my cock stiffen. Although I tried not to stare, my eyes
kept wandering to the knicker display.
One of the girls had shiny white knickers, but the other (who was not
really involved in the discussions) was wearing pink ones. There was
something different about these pink panties, but at first I could not
work out what it was. After a while I realised that there was a bulge in
them, and that this particular "girl" was actually a boy in a frock,
knickers and stockings. The sight of this attractive she-male made my
cock rock-hard. I heard my fiancee speak. We were sitting on the other
settee and she was on my right. "What do you think, darling?" As I had
been too interested in the vision of undies opposite, I had not been
listening to the last part of the conversation. I could not think what to
say. All the girls had turned to look at me. I felt her hand on my inner
thigh. It felt strange, but very erotic. Looking down I was amazed to see
that I was wearing a tiny dark blue flared skirt with a frilly white
petticoat and dark tan stockings. My legs were wide apart, and I felt
myself blushing in the knowledge that the erection in my knickers must be
visible to all. I put my knees together. "It's a bit late for that!" she
laughed, letting her fingers roam up my stocking-tops and bare thigh to
fondle my erection through my silky knickers. I became aware of the
weight of my breasts and the straps of my bra. "Come and look at yourself
in the mirror. You're a very attractive girl!"
She helped me up. I discovered I was wearing high-heeled shoes and had to
walk carefully. I was aware of my suspenders tugging at my stockings with
each step, and I felt naked without trousers. In the mirror I saw a
rather tarty girl with a miniskirt so short that it did not only reveal
her stocking-tops, but also showed a glimpse of her crotch, with bright
red frilly knickers and the unmistakable outline of bollocks inside them.
Her skirt flared outwards instead of falling demurely to cover her undies
and I realised that the petticoat was designed for this purpose. I was
not exactly naked, but my throbbing erection was encased in silky
knickers and as I was standing up, the front of my knickers would be
clearly visible to the girls sitting around me. My eyes moved up, taking
in my waistline, accentuated by the flaring out of my skirt, and
marvelling at the size of my bust. My shiny white bra was clearly visible
through my white blouse.
"They're big, aren't they?" giggled my fiancee. "They're the largest size
stick-on silicon boobs available. Quite expensive, but you insisted, and
anyway, you were paying. With the special medical adhesive, you don't
really need a bra, but you really wanted to wear one." Tearing my eyes
away from those wonderful tits I saw that my hair had been lightly curled
to look a little more feminine, and that my face had been made up with
lipstick and eye-shadow. My eyebrows had been plucked and I was wearing
earrings. I suddenly became aware that my ears had been pierced. The
overall impression was of a boy dressed as a girl. A boy with plucked
eyebrows and pierced ears. A boy with big tits and long shapely legs
encased in nylon stockings, wearing a skirt and high heels, in knickers
and wearing lipstick. But undoubtedly a boy with a huge erection,
immensely enjoying the sensation of having been dressed up as a girl,
wearing a skirt far too short so that his knickers, hairless thighs, and
taut stocking-tops were in full view.
Looking across to my left I saw another boy dressed as a girl. He also
wore a skirt far too short, showing dark suspenders and a flash of pink
knickers above creamy thighs and dark stocking-tops. "Go on, give her a
kiss," said someone. I put one hand around his/her waist and the other
cradled his/her head as our lips touched, then parted as eager tongues
met. One of his/her hands lifted the back of my skirt so that the other
hand could caress my bottom through my silky knickers. I moved one hand
to lift our skirts, so that our erections, each encased in silky
knickers, could rub against each other. A shiver ran down my spine as the
tip of my cock touched the shaft of her huge prick. She pushed her tongue
into my mouth and I imagined it was her cock in my mouth...
But to go back to the beginning (now that I've seen the video)...
The boys who had been selected by the hypnotist sat down on chairs on the
stage with their backs to the audience. On the videotape you can't
clearly tell which boy is talking, but of course, the boy's partner and
friends would be able to recognise his voice. "Hands up if you have ever
tried on female underwear," said the hypnotist. Six hands went up. "Hands
up if you worn any of your current girl-friends clothes." This time it
was only two of with our hands up, so he concentrated on us. "Does she
know?" he asked me. "Oh, no," I replied to the amusement of the audience.
"What sort of underwear do you like to dress in?" he asked me. I was
amazed to hear myself replying "Knickers and stockings, and a bra." The
other boy admitted that he had once worn some of his girl-friends panties
to work. "What colour?" "Pink," he replied. "Is that your favourite
colour?" "Oh, yes!" He turned to me. "And do you have a favourite
colour?" I replied that the colour was not so important, as long as the
material was silky nylon, preferably with frills. "Now, you two, whose
girl-friends don't know anything about this," (much audience laughter),
"suppose that they found out. Would you dress in girl's clothes if they
asked you?" We both agreed that this would be good. He whispered
something in each of our ears, then said "When your girl-friend says
those words, you will want more than anything else to be wearing female
clothes and to be pretty and feminine. She may want you to wear girls'
underwear under your male clothes, or she may want you to dress up
completely - she will tell you what she wants and you will obey her."
After this we were led away off stage and the two girl-friends were
invited up. "Well, did you know anything about this?" asked the
hypnotist. Both the girls said that they knew we were fascinated by
pretty knickers. "And would you like to see them dressed up?" he asked.
The girls looked at each other and nodded, giggling. "Well, when you get
home, you can get them to dress up as you like, either in undies or
completely in female attire. All you need to do is to put a hand on their
knee and whisper the special phrase." He told them what the special
phrase was secretly so that the audience could not hear. "I'll be back
here again next year," he said, "so bring them back dressed as girls -
and we'll have some fun! It's up to you to make them look nice!"....
So now my life has changed completely, although hypnosis is no longer
necessary. I work in an office where I am the only male, but all the
girls must know that I wear a bra. They can see my long hair and plucked
eyebrows and must notice that I wear lipstick, albeit a natural shade,
and clear nail varnish. I do not wear socks, so when I am seated I
suppose that people may notice that my ankles are encased in sheer nylon.
Maybe they notice that some of my shirts button on the feminine side.
Nothing is said - they just treat me as one of the girls, whether they
are talking about sex, clothes, whatever.
At home there are now four of us; we two former boys and our domme
partners. As soon as we return home from work, we sissies take off our
trousers and change into short dresses and high heels. I now find it much
more comfortable to wear a short skirt instead of restricting male
attire. I had always thought that tasks like cooking, sewing and ironing
were women's work, so nowadays I am much more comfortable performing
these tasks while wearing bra, panties, stockings and a frock. At
weekends the sissies wear skirts all the time, whereas the real girls are
usually in jeans. If we go out in the car, the sissies sit in the back. I
have to confess that there is often some fondling of stocking-clad
thighs. On long journeys, it is not unknown for one or both of us to
cream our knickers.
It seems to be more and more often that the girls share one bedroom,
while the sissies share the other. Our dommes insist that our pubic areas
are kept hairless, so we help each other by plucking pubic hair.
Experience shows that this is much more satisfactory than shaving.
Plucking removes hair from well below the surface of the skin, so it
takes much longer to grow back. Also, you don't get stubble, which is the
main disadvantage of shaving. Of course, when you are attending to your
girly friend in this way, her nightie lifted up, her panties down, your
hand gently manipulating her dick and balls so that you can closely
inspect the area for stray hairs, it may happen that her cock stands to
attention and accidentally touches your lips...
***
"There we are, dear. You look gorgeous!" I looked at my reflection in the
mirror. I could tell it was me, but I only noticed the differences
slowly. My hair was tinted red and in an unmistakably feminine style. My
eyes were expertly made up - liner, mascara, shadowed lids. My lips
glowed glossy red. Earrings dangled from my newly-pierced ear lobes - I
thought at first just a cluster of coloured beads, but when I looked more
closely I saw each was made up of two pink beads, with a red bead on the
end of a pink cylinder. It suddenly occurred to me that they represented
little penises and I felt my own penis start rising to attention.
My reflection was wearing a clingy dress and seemed to have large
breasts. Glancing down I was surprised how large they were and suddenly
realised how heavy they were too. I became aware of the firm grip of my
bra straps. I supported one breast with my right hand, and noticed that
my reflection had long painted nails. My prick stiffened even more and I
became aware that I was not wearing trousers. My left forefinger traced
on my thigh the outline of a suspender clip fastened to taut stockings.
My cock was now rock hard. As it had grown I had felt it move inside
silky panties, which now caressed my balls. I suddenly noticed that my
girl friend was standing at the side of me. She was wearing jeans and a
jacket and could easily have been mistaken for a boy. "Come on, darling,"
she said. "Shopping to do."
I stood up on 2?" heels. The skirt of my dress came to just above my
knees. It looked a very classy dress and felt divine. However, the clingy
fabric clearly showed the outline of my erection. "I can see she likes
wearing the dress," laughed the hairdresser. "Well it could be the black
stockings," said my girl friend, "but actually I'm sure it's her pink
panties she likes best."
Something clicked in the back of my mind at the mention of pink panties.
I could feel the silky fabric on the cheeks of my bottom and the gentle
grip of the elasticated frills around the leg-holes. I knew that my name
would be embroidered just above the leg hole at the front on the left
side. I knew also that the mention of pink panties was enough to keep my
erection throbbing for hours.
My girl friend helped me on with my coat which concealed my state of
arousal. She handed me my handbag and we stepped out of the shop. It had
been quite warm in the shop and I was suddenly aware of the cooler
outside air on my legs. It takes time to get used to walking out in a
skirt; without the constriction of trousers your legs feel exposed and
you need to keep checking your reflection in shop windows to reassure
yourself that your panties and stocking-tops are not on display. You are
particularly aware of the area of bare flesh between stocking-tops and
panties, especially if a breeze blows up your skirt. In heels, you need
to take shorter steps. And with each stride you can feel (and sometimes
hear) the swish of nylons rubbing together and the firm but gentle
tugging of taut suspenders on your stockings.
We went into the ladies wear department of a large store and I tried on a
few skirts and tops. "You can buy them yourself, "said my girl friend.
"I'll wait for you." I watched as the sales assistant carefully folded my
purchases. A white polo-neck jumper, a pale blue blouse a short skirt in
pale blue, a cerise short nightie, and the inevitable pink panties (the
sight of which had the same effect as saying the words). I could see that
she noticed that my credit card had a man's name on it. When she glanced
at my dress I suddenly realised that I had not put my coat back on, so
the outline of my erection would have been clearly displayed. When she
handed me the card and receipt she smiled and said politely, but quite
clearly, "Thank you MISTER Willis." I grabbed my shopping bag and held it
in front of me as I walked over to where my girl friend was waiting,
grinning broadly, my coat over her arm. My heart was pounding and I could
feel the eyes of several women shoppers watching me.
The rest of the day is a blur...
***
It seemed like a dream. It could have been a scene from one of those old
St Trinian's School films. I was in a room with a group of senior
schoolgirls. Or at least, a group of well-developed young ladies dressed
as schoolgirls.
Shapely bosoms stretched white blouses until it looked as if the buttons
would go pinging across the room at any moment. Very short navy blue
skirts revealed dark stocking-tops and even occasional glimpses of
suspenders and bare thighs. Once or twice there was a flash of white or
pink knickers. They kept glancing at me and smiling. It was very erotic.
I could feel my heart pounding as the blood pumped into my throbbing
erection.
Now I saw that there were some who were more modestly dressed. Smartly
dressed even. Skirts more or less knee-length. But they were also smiling
at me.
There seemed to be more and more of the modestly dressed ones. And
correspondingly fewer of the sexy schoolgirls.
Some of the faces seemed familiar. I suddenly realised that they were my
office colleagues.
I became aware that I was wearing a bra and high heels. I glanced down
and saw that I had the shape of large tits straining at my snugly fitting
white blouse. Looking further down I could see my legs encased in black
stockings and what was obviously an extremely short skirt. And from the
way the front of the skirt was sticking out, the state of my arousal
would have been evident to all my colleagues.
A hand stroked my bottom. There was no skirt material between the hand
and my flesh. Just a thin layer of silky knickers. That gave me a clue as
to how short my skirt was. I was probably displaying a lot of my
knickers. But this realisation did not subdue my erection. I was acutely
aware of my knickers now. Soft and silky, gently encasing my balls. And
completely enclosing my erection, rather like one of those "Prissy Sissy"
illustrations. Not to mention the sensation of fingers fondling my bum.
I now realised that there hadn't been a roomful of schoolgirls. Only me.
"So good of you to put on a show for the girls on a Friday afternoon,"
said a familiar voice in my ear. "A sixth-form school girl coming to the
office for some work experience. We all hope you'll appear again."
"I expect you will," she giggled.
Tamera
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