Two days later, Gordon returned to "Satin and Silk Sissy," this time with his wife Hillary along. Once again, Lillian was there to greet him, this time in a tan suit cut along the same lines, with a leopard skin pillbox hat pinned to her upswept curls. Hillary noted the bulge that filled her husband's trousers at the sight...and grinned."Mr. Conover!" Lillian said, feigning surprise. "And your lovely wife. How nice to see you again!" Hillary took the shop manager's extended hand, and Gordon completely missed the knowing look that passed between them.
Lillian turned to Gordon. "Come back for more presents for your darling spouse?" she asked. "I've been anticipating that." She went to the counter and pulled out a package from below it. "I took the liberty of preparing some possibilities for you. Perhaps you'd like to use the changing room?"
Hillary gasped with combined amusement and excitement when she saw how that trigger phrase affected her husband. Gordon's eyes glazed over and he fell into a totally obedient trance state, following the post-hypnotic suggestions imposed upon him during his last visit. "Thank you, Mistress Lillian," he responded. "I'll be with you shortly."
Even in his male clothes and shoes, Gordon seemed to mince into the room with the curtain across the doorway. Once he was out of earshot, Lillian turned to Hillary. "So, what were things like the other night when he got home?"
"At first, he seemed perfectly normal," Hillary explained. "But then, as he got ready for bed, he discovered the lingerie beneath his suit. He seemed totally perplexed by it--but once he saw it, he began acting like a perfect sissy! Without realizing that's what he was doing, of course!"
"That's the programming," Lillian noted. "Right now, the mere knowledge of wearing feminine garb will have him mincing and simpering like a submissive little bimbo--but if you point the activity out to him, he'll absolutely deny that he's doing anything out of the ordinary." She pointed to the other changing room. "But we can't have him see you in that dowdy outfit once the Guinevere personality is working within him. You'll find more appropriate attire in there!"
Minutes later, Hillary returned from her own changing room and settled herself to await the next transformation of her husband. She mused on the last few weeks. Has it really been just a month since I discovered the ad for IGR's services in that woman's magazine? It seemed impossible that so much could have happened in so short a time. And then to discover IGR had this outlet in my own little town! Lillian has been such a supporter in my goal--even suggesting the way to get Gordon into the shop. Birthday present, indeed! Yes, this is my birthday present, Guinevere--getting the kind of lover I've always wanted!
At that moment, the curtains parted and a transformed Gordon stepped out...but stopped short upon seeing the transformation Hillary had undergone. Her ash-blonde hair fell softly to her shoulders. She wore a pantsuit...but it was the sexiest pantsuit he'd ever imagined: Made of pink silk, the jacket hung open over her vest...which she wore with no blouse, so that her cleavage was displayed to her navel. The pants flowed softly to her ankles, and her shoes were in a matching color, with five-inch heels and extreme pointed toes.It is my new mistress! he thought. This image of his wife had been implanted deeply into his mind at his last visit to the boutique, and now seeing it in the flesh impressed his slavish devotion to her upon his psyche. He kneeled before her. "May I worship you, my mistress?"
Hillary extended her shoe. "Kiss my pointed toe, little sissy," she demanded. And Gordon, now Guinevere, knelt to do so.
Lillian laughed at the sight. "I so love to see them be so obedient," she declared. "But we can't have Guinevere parade around in her undies all the time. Time for some serious shopping, dears."
With that, Lillian began pulling out all the clothes she had chosen for Guinevere in the last few days. All of the outfits featured short, tight skirts and high heels, the elements that Hillary knew turned Gordon on the most...and that she also desired in her male lesbian lover. Blouses, dresses, skirts, suits, all of them in every color imaginable...and none of them intended to make Guinevere less than a stand-out.
For the final outfit, Lillian handed Gordon a bright red suit with matching hat to put on over his white lingerie, including the constricting girdle Hillary had insisted on. "Let him know the discomfort we as women go through. In fact..." She leaned in to whisper to the store manager.
"Excellent!" Lillian exclaimed. "I'll input that little addition to her programming before you leave!"
Moments later, Guinevere stepped out from the changing room in her new shopping suit. After she had sat for a make-up session, Lillian had Guinevere pose for a series of photographs. "These will become part of our promotional campaign, I'm sure," she told Hillary.
Then the two emasculators led their submissive subject back to the video terminal. In minutes, Guinevere was deep in her trance state, receiving her latest instructions, as more images of her own transformed self flashed before her eyes. Many of the images involved girdles and corsets and waist-cinchers. You cannot be happy unless you are female. You cannot be female unless you are constricted in a girdle, corset or waist-cincher. Nothing is more emasculating than a well-defined waist. Nothing is more arousing than a well-defined waist.
The programming ended and Guinevere slowly came out of her trance. Hillary was pleased to note the little sissy's crotch bulge was even more pronounced now.
"She'll need one more session, I think," Lillian noted. "See you in two days." She turned and looked Guinevere deep in the eyes. "All sales are final."
Hillary strode out of the store, followed by Guinevere mincing with all the packages. Once the door closed behind them, Gordon's male persona returned, this time with full knowledge of the changes wrought in him. I'm male, I'm a man, I don't want to be a sissy...but I can't stop myself from acting like a perfect little doll!
Hillary smiled. "Come along, Guinevere. You can come back in a few days to enjoy yourself some more!"
Next: Becoming
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