enTRANSed: Trance-Script #103

Here’s the latest of my hypno-sessions with Goddess Lola. As usual, Goddess Lola’s words are in italics, mine are in boldface, and my editorial comments are in this sans serif face. Words in [brackets] are actions, and hypnotic triggers are bold and underlined.

I had no thoughts or suggestions for this session, so Goddess Lola had free rein to do as she pleased. As it turned out, she had a complicated personal issue to deal with, so we got started late and she largely improvised throughout the whole thing….but with a very interesting and different result.

Nice

nice

Nice

and docile

Nice

and relaxed

Nice

and obedient

Ready to drift off

To fall

To...

GO DEEP

Deep

Falling

Further

and further

Relaxing more

and more

Allowing your body

and your mind

to just drift into listless rest

To switch off your thinking

and just react

React to my words

Allow them to guide you

to control you

to create your reality

Let my words

control what you think

What you see

What you hear

What you feel

Feel yourself

Sitting on a chair

A very comfortable armchair

Nice

and soft

and oh so relaxing

In this very comfortable chair

You feel so very

Nice

and relaxed

like you could just sit there forever

Such a nice plump seat

Such soft firm cushions

Such a supportive back

This chair is just perfect, isn't it?

Perfect, Goddess

And in this chair

It's very easy

to just sink further into it

To just allow yourself to sink into the chair

To get lost within the comfort of it all

sink...lost...

Such a very soft

comfortable

relaxing chair

That you almost don't realise

that you have no idea where this chair came from

Do you?

No, Goddess

By this point, I had no inkling as to where Goddess was directing me, even in my subconscious. This was a scenario, a location, we had never been in before.

This soft, plush, comfy pink chair

You have no idea how you came to be sitting in it

And in fact

If you look around

and see the rest of the room

With its pink walls, and big screen TV, and wooden bookcase in the corner

You realise

You've never seen this room before

No, I haven't

It's very pretty though

Very pretty

but totally unfamiliar

Look to the left

Can you see a window?

Yes, Goddess

It's such a strange window

Despite having lovely white wooden panels crossing over it

it doesn't appear to have any glass

How strange

Go to the window

Step off your chair

And realise

when your feet touch the floor

that you're wearing heels

Look down and see them

A pretty pair of white patent heels on your feet

How did they get there?

I don't know

But I like the way they look and feel

And how strange

Not only are you wearing heels

but you're also wearing a dress

A tight pink and white gingham dress

That feels so sexy as it clings to your body

It's nice and girly

Very feminine

Very cute

I feel it rustle as I walk to the window in my heels

Look out of this strange window

And see something even more bizarre

There's no garden out there

No streets

In fact

It looks an awful lot like a bedroom out there

But a giant bedroom

A giant bedroom that looks an awful lot like a little girl's bedroom

With a big pink bed, and lots of cuddly toys on the floor

Isn't that crazy?

Crazy, Goddess...

What on Earth is going on, do you think?

I'm not sure...

but I think I am now a toy!

All right, now I begin to think we’re in “Dolly” mode---but she hasn’t used the normal trigger to release my play-toy persona.

But that can't be right

You're a human, aren't you?

Yes...but still I feel....

different....

Could it be that you're feeling

stiff

in your limbs?

yes, stiff, hard to move

Like your arms and legs are

rigid?

Like your legs are made of

rubber?

Look at those arms

Were they always so smooth

and plastic?

No...this is different

Can you bend them?

Just a little, at the elbow and shoulder

Can you bend your knees?

Do you even have knees anymore?

No...I move my legs at the hips, but that's all

Can you touch your face?

No, my arms don't move in a way that will let me do that

Hmm

Why not make your way to that mirror on the other side of the room

and see what you can see in it?

I carefully mince on my stiff legs to the mirror

My face seems odd

Very pretty--but the makeup seems painted on

and my mouth is frozen in a smile

What colour is your hair?

Golden blonde

Long tresses?

Shoulder length and curly

How gorgeous

Of course, you realise what this all must mean

Don't you?

I--I am--I am Barbie!

This is my Dream House

in a little girl's room

Hmmm….we’re in Barbie-land again? We just did that two sessions ago…but this still feels different somehow. That time, I was a human-sized Barbie.

How does that make you feel?

Blank

empty-headed

as a pretty doll should be

Wonderful!

But what's this?

The house appears to be rumbling

And the wall at the window appears to be moving

It's swinging away

And outside

You can see a giant girl

About 6 years in age

And 60 times your height

This makes you excited, doesn't it?

After all

It must mean you're going to be played with

Oh yes!

I hope she plays dress up with me!

Take a look at her face

Her golden curls framing her wide eyes

But oh no

What's this?

She's frowning

Something must be wrong

What could it be?

Maybe she doesn't like my dress?

She starts to speak now

Big booming words that fill up the room

"Oh no, not again!"

She reaches out a giant chubby arm

and grabs you

Feel her giant fingers around your body

What is she doing?

Feel yourself being lifted into the air

See her giant eyes as she stares at you and frowns

"I can't believe Danny messed with my dolls again"

"Look what he did to my Ken!"

"He looks more like a Barbie"

And that's when you realise

you're not a Barbie, are you?

You're a Ken

A Ken that's been dressed up as a Barbie

Given Barbie's blonde hair

Barbie's dress

Barbie's shoes

But actually

You're a Ken

But I like being a Barbie more

That's as may be

But this girl doesn't look impressed

"Look at you, Ken!"

"You look so silly wearing a dress"

"Boys don't wear pretty dresses"

I want to answer her:

"Some boys do...."

What sissy with an older sister didn’t dream of playing with her Barbie, even of dressing Ken in Barbie’s clothes, of living out his girly fantasies through the dolls?

But you can't speak

Dolls can't speak

Can they?

No, but I can speak for the boy who dressed me, can't I?

No, dear

Dolls can't speak

So you can only listen

as the girl says

"You look so silly wearing a dress, Ken"

"It looks so tight on you"

"And pink is a girly colour, not a boy colour"

"Boys don't wear high heels"

"What are you doing being so silly, Ken?"

Not that you can respond

because you are just a doll

The boy who dressed me knows it's not silly

He is trying to leave a message for the girl

"Well if you're gonna look like a Barbie, Ken, I better put you with the other Barbies"

And so she does

She puts you down with all the other Barbies

The real Barbies

with their pretty hair

and gorgeous dresses

sat ready for a tea party

And though dolls can't speak

You can tell

They know you're a Ken

Not a Barbie

And you can feel their mockery

You can see it in their smile

It looks just a bit more cruel than usual

as they stare at the Ken in Barbie's clothing

A Ken pretending to be Barbie

Even dolls don't understand

It's not pretending

Some boys want to be pretty and girly

It's just the way they are

Don't you feel so out of place

Sitting with these real Barbies

dressed as one of them

when you're a Ken?

No...I feel as if this is where I belong

This feels right

no matter what they think

I'm happy as a Barbie

But wait

There's one doll amongst this group

who doesn't appear to be laughing

In fact

you can see her glaring at the other dolls

stopping their cruel smiles

their knowing looks

This beautiful, redhaired doll is different from the others

When she looks at you

She doesn't see a Ken dressed as a Barbie

she sees a Barbie

And the comforting smile

and loving expression

this doll gives you

helps you so much

You know that this doll

will always treat you like the Barbie you are

won't she?

Yes, she understands

Some Kens are really Barbies

no matter what how their bodies are molded

Good Doll

and the smile she gives you says it all

"Welcome, Barbie"

But now it is time

to leave this dolly party

It is time to put away the toys

and to come back to the real world

So when I count to 3

Allow your body to become loose and limber

Allow your body to become flesh, not plastic

Allow your control to return

as you awaken in 1

Oh! How different that was!

I wasn't sure at all where you were going with this

Well to be honest, I wasn't sure myself

I must admit I was too frazzled by today's events to have a fully formed session, so I just put pen to paper, as it were, and saw what happened from there

It was fun, though

[Sissy Dani blows a kiss]

Good night, Goddess

Goodnight Sissified Sweetheart

[Goddess Lola kisses]

Trance-Script #103

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