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SISSY DANI PART 1I was not aware that my girlfriend had begun studying hypnosis,nor that she harbored ambitions of petticoating me. But I soondiscovered that the combination of the two was dangerous to mymasculinity. One afternoon I was sitting in my living room,listening to the stereo through a pair of headphones. It was awarm, sultry day, and after a while I drifted off to sleep. (Muchof what follows my girlfriend–now my mistress– explained to melater.Seeing that I had dozed off, Jennifer saw her chance. Shereplaced my music tape with one she had prepared in advance.Through my drifting sleep, my subconscious mind heard Jennifer’svoice, presenting me with a set of hypnotic suggestions. “I wantyou to sleep, sleep, sleep,” whispered the tape. “When I count to100, you will be in a deep, restful sleep, in which you can hearonly my voice.” When she reached 100, Jennifer switched to theinstructions, designed to impose a submissive femininepersonality upon me. “You love women’s clothes. You lovedressing and looking like a woman. The feel of satin, silk, andnylon arouses you. You are particularly fond of clothes that makeyou look both sexy and little girlish. Very high heels are aspecial turn-on.”You are a sexual submissive. You are compelled to obey thecommands and orders of women. You are particularly responsive tothose who will dress you in beautiful clothes and keep you inbondage. You want to be a male, lesbian slave. But you willnever forget that you are a man, and the great humiliation ofyour feminine, submissive state. “When I reach 1, you willawaken. You will not remember being hypnotized, and will show noeffects from these instructions. However, whenever you hear thewords ‘pretty sissy Dani,’ canlı bahis you will adopt the personality imposedby these instructions. At the snapping of my fingers, you willreturn to your ‘normal’ personality, with full memory of thehumiliations you have experienced. 100, 99, 98, 97 ….”According to Mistress Jennifer, I awoke a few minutes later. Shetold me she had an appointment at her hairdresser’s and asked meto drive her there. I agreed (why not?), and we were there within15 minutes. As we entered the shop, she leaned over and whisperedin my ear, “Pretty sissy Dani.” I could feel the incredible shiftin my personality take hold. I looked at my mistress and asked,”Mistress Jennifer, why am I dressed in these horrid maleclothes?” She smiled mischievously and answered, “Don’t worry, mypretty slave. The appointment here is for you. And look, herecomes Mistress Margaret to perform your transformation.” A tall,well-built brunette approached. “Is this our little malelesbian?” she inquired, smirking. I blushed under her frank gaze.”Well, we’ll soon have you looking the part, Danielle.” She ledme to her working area and settled me into the chair. “Dani, mostof our customers find it much more relaxing to strip out of theirclothes before we begin work,” she told me. “Wouldn’t you like todo the same?” With my new female personality, I was only toohappy to get out of the pants and shirt I was wearing. Soon, Iwas naked, and Margaret wrapped a pink, see-through smock aroundmy slender, nearly hairless body. At that point, MistressJennifer approached once again. “Comfy, Dani?” she asked. Thenshe snapped her fingers.Instantly, my male persona reasserted itself–but this time Iremembered everything I had bahis siteleri said and done, and all that had goneon around me. “Why are you doing this, Jennifer?” I cried. Sheslapped my face. “Mistress Jennifer is my name–and don’t forgetit again!” she snapped. “Now be quiet and let Mistress Margarettransform you.” A short while later, my head was under the faucetof the sink, as Mistress Margaret scrubbed my mousy brown hairwith a sweet smelling shampoo. Next she rinsed a conditionerthrough it…or so she said. As I sat in the chair waiting forthe conditioner to work, I must have dozed off again. I wasawakened by an odd tickling sensation at my naked feet. I lookeddown and another woman was stroking bright red nail polish ontomy toenails. Shaken, I realized that Mistress Jennifer was trulyintent on carrying out her program of transformation. I glancedto the table where my clothes had been left–as I suspected, theywere gone.”Well, sissy Dani, I see you know I meant what I said,” Jenniferlaughed, stepping from behind a partition. In her hands, she helda pair of lacy, pink satin tap panties. She reached under mysmock and slipped them on me. Strangely, even without femininepersona at work, the feel of the satin around my loins seemed toexcite me, as my cock began to grow and harden. The mistresseslaughed and sneered at my combined excitement and discomfort.”That’s just the beginning, Danielle,” Margaret smiled “Look atyourself!” And she whirled the chair around, so that I could seemyself in the mirror.There was only one major change, but it added to my distress. Myhair was wrapped tightly in rollers, and the pink of the smockand panties seemed to feminize my slender, hairless form.Margaret now squeezed güvenilir bahis a foul-smelling liquid onto myrolled-hair–I knew what it was. I was getting a permanent! “Andthat’s not all,” Jennifer laughed. “Danielle’s hair will not onlybe curly–it will be a saucy shade of golden blonde!” A shorttime later, after sitting under a dryer, I was having myfingernails filed and polished the same bright red as mytoenails, while Margaret combed out my hair, producing aflattering golden blonde pageboy, reaching to just above myshoulders.While Jennifer went out to pick my clothing, Margaret performedher magic on my face–tweezing my brows into a thin femininearch accenting my eyes with blue-green shadow, eyeliner, andmascara. A deep blush stroked on my cheeks gave me an appropriatelook of constant embarrassment, while a red lipstick, matching mynails, made my lips look wet, kissable, and desirable. In theend, I was definitely Danielle–absolutely stunning. By thattime, Jennifer had returned. I was released from the chair, anddressed in a pink padded bra, pink garterbelt, sheer whitestockings, and a pink minislip. Over it all came a lacy whiteminidress, the skirt stopping a full six inches above my knees.On my feet, Jennifer placed white patent leather shoes, with astrap across the instep and five-inch heels. They looked likeincredibly sexy Mary Janes. Margaret and Jennifer supervised as Ipracticed walking in them–a full hour, until I had gained a veryprovocative wiggle.The finishing touches were the jewelry–big gold clip-onearrings, a heavy gold chain bracelet, and a matching chainaround my left ankle. But the real finish came last: a heavy goldcollar which Jennifer locked around my neck, hooking the key onher charm bracelet. The transformation was complete. MistressJennifer paid off her friend Margaret, and we sashayed out to thecar. As we drove off, my new mistress whispered in my ear,”Pretty sissy Dani.”
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