Little Missy Wendy

"OK, I've had it!" Madeline exclaimed as she slammed the apartment door behind her.

"Walter the Whiz been a jerk again?" her roommate, Susan, asked.

"Not again--still," Maddy replied. "Oh, I still love him and all, but I'm so tired of him humiliating me in public. He asks me something he knows I don't know, then laughs with his friends about how he's 'educating' me." She balled her fists in frustration. "Sure, he's above me in the agency heirarchy, but I'm not some little know-nothing. I've got a degree in marketing, for heaven's sake!"

"Isn't there some way you could retaliate? You know, humiliate and embarrass him?" Susan asked.

"I don't know...."

Susan pondered a moment. "Here's an idea," she finally said. "You learned hypnosis a year or so back, to help him or something?"

"Yeah, I put him under to help him quit smoking," Maddy answered. "It worked, too. He hasn't touched a cigarette in more than nine months."

"There's your answer, then," Susan said, matter-of-factly.

"What? Put him back under and make him act like a chicken on Main Street?" Maddy laughed.

"I had something a little more devastating in mind," Susan said.

"I don't know..." Maddy began again. "I'm not even sure I could put him under again; the triggers may not work after so long."

"Never know until you try," Susan replied. "Now, let me tell you my idea."

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"You really think I need reinforcing?" Walter asked.

"All the books say the hypnotic links should be strengthened after a year or so," Maddy explained. "You don't want to be tempted by the next cigarette you smell, do you?"

"Of course not," he agreed. "So, what's next?"

"Take a seat," she directed. Then she pulled out the pendant she'd used all those months ago to entrance him. "Look at the jewel and remember what trance felt like," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You'll feel that again when I reach 'one.'" And she began counting backwards. "Five...four...three...two...one."

Maddy smiled as she watched Walter's eyes blink a few times, then close. His whole body relaxed. It had worked. She could put him under again, after all. Now to see if Susan's idea worked as well.

"What's your name?" she asked him.

"W-Walter," he mumbled.

"No," she insisted. "It's Wendy. Your name is Wendy." She stopped to let that sink in. "Now, what's your name?"

"Wal--Wendy," he replied.

"Again."

"My name is Wendy."

"Very good," she said. "You will not respond to any other name. If someone calls you 'Walter,' you will look at them blankly and wait to see who answers." She frowned at him. "You're not dressed like a 'Wendy'. Strip, please."

Obediently, the mesmerized man stood and removed all his clothing. Maddy opened the bag she'd brought and handed him a new outfit, complete with the appropriate underclothes. "These are 'Wendy' clothes. Put them on."

Even within his trance, the newly named Wendy realized something was wrong. He held the delicate satin panties before himself and said, "These are girl's clothes."

"Of course they are," Maddy replied. "What kind of name is 'Wendy'?"

"A girl's name."

"Yes, and what's your name?"

"Wendy."

"Then what kind of clothes should Wendy wear?" she asked.

"Girl's clothes," he answered. With that, he pulled the satin panties over his hips.

Maddy came up to him and softly rubbed his crotch through the satin, feeling his cock rise at the contact. "Oh, yes, that's very nice. You'll always feel like this--and react like this--when wearing 'Wendy' clothes. 'Wendy' clothes make you feel sexy and horny."

"I feel sexy and horny," he repeated.

"Good." With that, she continued to help him dress--a lightly padded training bra, white kneesocks, a white petticoat, a blue dress, shiny black MaryJane shoes with two-inch heels, white gloves, a long blonde wig with a white hairband.

She directed him to the mirror. "This is Wendy," she said.

"I am Wendy," he said.

"Yes, you are...but you're still not pretty enough to be a 'Wendy'," she commented. "Come sit by the mirror." With that, she lightly did up his face with pale eyeshadow, mascara, pink lipstick, and a blush.

The phone rang. "Yes, this is Madeline Connors....Hello, Mr. Albertson....Yes, the campaign for your new line of clothes is all set. We can do the presentation in the morning....I even have the perfect spokesperson lined up for you!" After a few pleasantries, she hung up.

"Wendy, I have a few more instructions for you, then I'm going to wake you up," she said.
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The crowd was gathered in the ballroom for the introduction of the new line of little girls' clothes from Albertson Dresses. The company had never done children's clothing before and this was a big step.

The company president approached Maddy backstage. "You're sure about this?" he asked.

"Absolutely," Maddy assured him. "Kids love to have adults be role models and here's a beautiful woman dressed in the same clothes she's selling to them. It'll be a knockout."

"Well, this Wendy is certainly attractive, I'll say that. I wouldn't be surprised if there are more than a few fathers who pay special attention to these commercials, as well!" Albertson replied.

I wouldn't be surprised at all, Maddy thought, mischievously.

The lights went down in the room and the lights went up on the stage, highlighting the banner with the name of Albertson's new line, "Little Missy." An announcer ran down the credits for the company and then said, "And here she is, the face and voice of the Albertson girls' line, 'Little Missy Wendy'!"

Wendy smiled at Maddy and began her walk onto the stage. Maddy spoke to her as she entered the stage, "Wendy, sugar and spice."

Astonished, Wendy felt a tremendous urge grow within her. Her cock swelled in her satin panties. Her walk became sexier and more erotic. She stopped in the spotlight, curtsied and breathily said, "Hello, everyone! I'm Wendy!"

And felt her come gush into those panties!

The End

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