Janice looked out over the audience. "Please rise," she said.
Immediately, two young men got to their feet. Janice smiled. At every show, there were a handful of audience members who would fall into a light trance. Normally, she'd have to carefully guide them out of hypnosis along with her stage volunteers. This time, however, she intended to use their exceptional susceptibility to suggestion to her advantage. "Come forward, please."
Almost like sleepwalkers, the men fell into line and walked to the stage. Once they reached her, Janice took a few minutes to deepen their trances, while the audience watched, transfixed. Several of the women in the crowd seemed particularly intrigued with Janice's control over the men.
When she was certain the two volunteers were deeply entranced, Janice began to speak to them and ask them questions, questions that--in their mesmerized state--they could only answer truthfully. The first said his name was Charles. "Charles," Janice asked, "what was it that caused you to want to fall into hypnosis?"
"I was aroused," he replied. "I wanted the arousal to continue and grow stronger."
She got similar answers from the other, Winston. "What aroused you the most?" she asked again.
Almost as one they replied, "Seeing Arthur get dressed as Audrey." Janice smiled again.
Janice turned to her maid-assistant. "Audrey, come here." The transformed boy-girl minced over to his mistress's side. "You think Audrey is sexy?" she asked the newcomers.
"Yes," they replied.
"Would you like to become girls like Audrey?"
"Yes," they answered again.
Janice turned to the audience. "Would you like to see our volunteers become sexy girls, like Audrey?" The crowd roared with approval. She ordered each of them to strip to their undershorts, then had Audrey escort them behind a screen. They emerged wearing satin panties--black for Charles, red for Winston. Their hard-ons were clear bulges in their feminine coverings.
In the meantime, a new wardrobe had been rolled onto stage. Janice and Audrey began pulling out suitable attire, as the men stood passively awaiting new orders and suggestions.
Janice approached Charles, carrying a black bra. She placed around his chest and pulled the straps over his shoulders. "There, Charles, that's a good beginning," she said. "But, Charles, you're a girl now, aren't you? You want to be a girl, right?"
"I want to be a girl," he answered. The audience giggled and snickered.
"We can't call a girl 'Charles', can we?" Janice continued. "Your name is Charlotte."
"My name is Charlotte," he repeated.
"Very good--wait here." Janice turned to Winston, whom Audrey was fitting with a tight corset. "Are you a girl, too, Winston?"
"I'm a girl," he answered.
"Then your name is Winnie," Janice told him.
"My name is Winnie," he grunted, as Audrey tugged the laces tight on his corset.
Janice went back to Charlotte. "Charlotte, where are your boobs? A pretty girl like you must have boobs, tits, bazooms!" Janice looked around, then spotted a pair of objects on the shelf of the wardrobe. She held them up, a pair of C-cup breast forms. "Here they are!" She fitted them into her subject's waiting bra. "Now, those are your tits, Charlotte. When the nipples are tweaked, you feel it! When the boobs are squeezed, you feel it! And it makes you feel good--here!" Janice ordered, cupping the mesmerized man's genitals. He shuddered at the touch.
"They are my tits," Charlotte replied.
"Audrey, finish Charlotte up, please." Audrey took the now well-built Charlotte behind the screen and began to dress her.
Meanwhile, Janice smoothed knee-high stockings up Winnie's legs and placed a pair of blocky heeled pumps on her feet. Winnie stumbled a bit as she adjusted to the new angle of her feet and legs.
"Can't have that," Janice said. "Pretty girls don't fall off their high heels. Winnie, from now on, you are graceful and sexy in your heels. You mince with a cute little wiggle in your ass. In fact, without heels--in your bare feet, or in flats--you stumble and fall. You can't walk without high heels."
"I cannot walk without high heels," Winnie repeated.
"Audrey, I'm sending Winnie back." Janice waited a few moments for both of the new "girls" to complete their transformations. Then she said, "Now, when I count back from five to one, both of you will wake up and be the girls you said you want to be!
"Five--Charlotte, you love your big tits and want to feel them fondled.
"Four--Winnie, your long legs and heels make you feel sexy and adorable.
"Three--Charlotte, you will flaunt your boobs for all to see.
"Two--Winnie, hike your skirts so we can all see your luscious legs.
"One--Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Charlotte and Winnie!"
The screen was rolled away and there sat two luscious young women. Charlotte leaned against a table, her long fishnet-clad legs stretched out before her, her lush figure covered with a red satin suit that clung to her every curve and revealed the black bra under the jacket. Her face was expertly made up and her hair was a pert brunette pageboy. Winnie wore a tweed suit with a scandalously short skirt, allowing her long and sensuous legs to be shown off to full advantage. She posed on a prop staircase, one leg up, the other down.
Janice walked over to them. "Hello, girls, feeling good?" she asked.
Both smiled and nodded. Janice reached for Charlotte's tits, feeling for the artificial nipples and tweaking them playfully with her nails. "Oooh, that's nice," Charlotte purred, wiggling a bit in her seat.
Janice moved to Winnie. "Show us how you walk on those skyscraper legs of yours, Winnie, honey," she asked. Winnie obliged, sashaying the length of the stage, drawing wolf whistles from the audience. "Take off your shoes and rest, Winnie," Janice advised. Winnie obeyed, and immediately fell to her knees as she attempted to go back to her place. "Whoa--better put those heels back on, babe!" Janice laughed, and the crowd roared in approval.
Janice put them through their paces, having them each perform such girlish tasks as checking their makeup and smoothing their stockings. After a bit, she asked, "Did Charlotte and Winnie come with anyone tonight?"
Two women rose from their seats. "Excellent." She turned back to her transformed subjects. "Lights dim, Charlotte and Winnie," she ordered, and they fell back into trance. "The women you came with are your mistresses, just as I am Audrey's. You will obey them as you do me. The hypnotic triggers I use with you will work equally well for them." She produced two pieces of paper and slipped them into the boy-girls' pockets. "There are your trigger phrases. You will give them to your mistresses when you return to your seats.
"Curtain up, Winnie and Charlotte," Janice ordered, and they arose from their trances. "Go back to your mistresses, girls, and thank you." She turned to the audience as the two once-men minced and wiggled back to their seats. "Ladies and gentlemen, a big hand for Winnie and Charlotte!"
The audience exploded into applause--and Charlotte and Winnie exploded into their panties!
THE END
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