Olivia slammed the door behind her, absolutely frothing at the memory of what she had seen just minutes before. "I can't believe it!" she cried to the empty room. "He lies to me about a 'business
meeting'--and he's really keeping a date with that Britney wannabe bimbo!"
"He" was her erstwhile boyfriend, Charles. The bimbo in question his young associate, Stefani, who favored the crop tops and low-ride jeans made popular by the teen-aged pop star. Charles had begged off a "get-back-together" date with Olivia, claiming an urgent appointment...but Olivia had stopped at Chez Ricardo to cancel her reservation and seen the two at an intimate table, holding hands, as Stefani giggled girlishly.
"So that's the image he wants, huh?" Olivia continued talking to herself. "Wonder how much he really wants it?" She pulled out the book on hypnosis and subliminal programming she'd been studying for an adult-education class. It had suggested a revenge plot to her when she first discovered Charles's straying ways...and now it was clearly time to see if it could work.
A week of work--more studying, time in the school's video lab--followed, but she was soon ready.
"Hello, Charles," she cooed into the phone, trying to sound her most conciliatory. "Is work under better control this week? How about making up that missed date with me?"
"Sure, Olivia," Charles said. "Should I make reservations at Ricardo's?"
"Nooooooo," Olivia purred. "I'm fixing a scrumptious meal for us right here--much more interesting and private, right?" Charles quickly agreed and made plans to be at her door at 7:30 that evening.
Olivia spent the time in between preparing her trap and herself. The lights in the living room were at their most romantic, the special tape already in the VCR. At precisely 7:30, the doorbell rang and she answered it. Charles clearly liked what he saw:
Olivia wore a little black dress with a plunging neckline and a hemline that ended six inches above her knees. Long black gloves accented with silver bracelets graced her arms. She glared at him, but it was a glare that burned with sexual fire.
"Wow!" Charles exclaimed. "Can we forget about dinner?"
"No, we cannot," Olivia answered, smiling seductively. "But dinner has a few more minutes in the oven. Join me on the couch."
They moved into the living room and Olivia got her victim settled comfortably in one corner of the couch, propped on pillows. She took her place at the other end, where the lighting highlighted and accented her eyes. "Look at me, Charles." He did so, his eyes dropping momentarily to her bosom. "No--not there, dear. Here!" She cupped his chin in her gloved hand and raised his gaze to her eyes. Her gaze met his...and he suddenly discovered he could no longer look away.
"You like the way my eyes look in this light, don't you, Charles?" He started to speak, but she put her finger to his lips. "Don't speak, just nod." He nodded. "I knew you would. Look at them closely while I talk, Charles. My voice is soft and low and it makes you relaxed and a little horny, doesn't it?" Another nod. "Good. Just keep looking at my eyes and listening to my voice. My eyes seem to be changing now, don't they? Are they spinning, seeming to become a whirlpool that your own gaze is drowning in?" Still another nod. "Excellent. Let your gaze drown in my whirlpool eyes. Let your consciousness drift on the current of my voice, drift down, down into a light trance. Not too deep, not too deep...just enough to increase your relaxation, your arousal, your suggestiveness."
As Olivia noted his trance state, she let Charles settle even more comfortably into the couch, making sure his gaze was directed at the television set. Then she pressed the remote and the screen came alive with the tape she had made.
Repeated images of teen-aged girls in the style of clothes favored by Charles's secret lover filled the screen, interspersed with images of Charles himself, and with quick flashes of subliminal messages: Isn't she hot? Wouldn't you like to be that hot? Only girls get to be hot. Wouldn't you like to be a girl?
Now the images began to shift--as the pictures of Charles literally morphed into pictures of the sexy teens. Olivia noticed Charles's arousal growing as the images became more and more explicit about him becoming the embodiment of his own desire. The hidden messages became more explicit as well: You are hot. You are a girl. You're a sexy girl--a sexy teen-aged girl.
The screen faded to black, and Olivia moved back into Charles's field of vision. "Who are you?" she asked.
"Charles," he replied.
"What are you?"
"A sexy teen-aged girl," he answered.
"But sexy teen-aged girls aren't named Charles," she objected. "You need a better name. Your name is...Charity--because I expect you to be doing a lot of giving very soon."
She beckoned to him. "Come with me, Charity. We have to get you ready for an appointment." She took his hand and led him to the bedroom. There, three different sets of clothes were laid out: one was a normal male outfit, another was a dress that a sophisticated woman might wear, and the third was a sexy outfit designed for a teen-age girl. The newly renamed Charity moved immediately to that set, as the subliminal messages and images of the tape had urged her to.
It was a sweater and pants set--the sweater a tight-fitting embroidered thing that ended just below the breasts. The pants had an elastic waist and rode low on the hips. Olivia handed the faux girl a lightly padded bra and matching panties to wear beneath, followed by pantihose and sexy sandals with a four-inch heel.
Once Charity was dressed, Olivia did a quick dusting of makeup. "OK, Charity--time for your first beauty appointment!"
And 20 minutes later, they arrived at the beauty salon owned by Olivia's friend Sophia. Still entranced, Charity was oblivious to the idea that this was a place that no male belonged in...unless that male was to be further transformed!
"What did you have in mind for her?" Sophia asked, grinning at the image of the half-changed young man.
"Obviously, a complete facial makeover," Olivia replied. "Make her beautiful! And the hair definitely needs work: that dirty blonde color does nothing for her fair skin and deep brown eyes, don't you agree?" The beautician nodded. "Something long and sexy, I'd say...and a dark chestnut color."
Sophia quickly agreed and in moments the half-hypnotized Charity was seated in the chair, awaiting a whole new look. "Charity," Olivia said to her, "you will find this experience arousing and delightful. You will want to go through it often. Enjoy yourself!"
First came a shampoo, then a careful reshaping of the former Charles's already long locks. The hair color was the next step, followed by a gentle permanent. While it dried, Sophia turned her attention to Charity's hands, filing the nails into slender claws, painted a deep pink verging on red.
Next came the cosmetics, transforming Charles's nondescript, slightly wimpy male features into a paragon of youthful loveliness. Through it all, Charity's gaze was directed away from the mirror, so that the final effect would be a total surprise. The final step was the comb-out.
At last, after more than two hours, it was completed! Charity was ready for her unveiling. But before that event, Olivia again spoke to her.
"Charity, in a moment you will see yourself for the first time. That sight will raise your arousal level to the highest it's ever been. You will pose, you will primp...and when you hear me say Charity begins at home, you will come as you never have before, falling deep in love and lust with your own feminized image."
Olivia and Sophia walked their charge to the full-length mirror and then turned her to face it. Instantly, a smile widened on Charity's face, her breathing grew heavy, and she began a series of sexy poses, all the while feeling her pantied cock grow larger beneath the tight-fitting, low-riding pants.
Olivia watched Charity's hand stray toward her half-hidden bulge and felt her own arousal grow. Her nipples grew hard and erect, her pussy wet and hot. Watching her creation turn itself on was turning Olivia on as well. Finally, she could stand it no longer. "Charity begins at home!, she announced, and watched the boy-girl nearly collapse from the power of her orgasm.
And felt herself react as well, as though the post-hypnotic suggestion had as much power over the hypnotist as it did over the hypnotized!
More to come
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