Trance-Script #42

Here’s the latest of my hypno-sessions with Mistress Lola. As  always, Mistress Lola’s words are in italics, mine are in boldface, and my editorial comments are in this san serif face. Words in [brackets] are actions, and hypnotic triggers are underlined. Unfortunately, this session was suddenly interrupted when Mistress Lola lost her connection…and that bounced me out of trance abruptly. We decided it would not do to try to go back into trance and complete the story Mistress was telling for me. Instead, Mistress said I should complete it on my own. You’ll see the result at the end of the trance-script.

I'm VERY eager for trance
I suspected as such
And I'm ready to be led on your leash
Play with me as you wish
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nice As usual, this repetition dropped me into trance very quickly.
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and deep
and obedient
So docile
So compliant
Ready to relax
and obey
I'm going to tell you a story, Dani
And as I tell you the story
You're going to feel it happening to you
You will feel yourself as part of the story
As the main character
And all the things that happen
in this story
will occur to you
Your mind will make it real
Your mind will make you part of this story
But for this story to begin
I just need two things from you
I need you to tell me a person you want to be more than any other
And I need you to pick an item of clothing
So tell me these things now
I want to be Marilyn Monroe as she was in "The Seven Year Itch"
And I want to wear that sexy white dress she wore I have no idea why that was the first image that occurred to me. I’m not a huge Marilyn fan and I’m generally not that enthusiastic about blondes, either. Perhaps some recent glance at the iconic scene from “The Seven Year Itch” inspired it.
Good Girl
And now our story can begin
So get comfy
Relax
Follow my words
and let them shape your reality
Once upon a time
There was a man called Daniel
And Daniel was a fan of movies
More specifically, he loved movies from the 50s
The musicals, the comedies, the fashions
And above all else
He loved Marilyn Monroe
He especially loved seeing her in The Seven Year Itch
He'd watch that movie
Over
and
over
again
Just loving to watch Marilyn do her thing
Now
One day
As Daniel was watching the news
He saw something very special
For one week only
His local museum was doing a special display
All about Marilyn Monroe
And the star feature
was going to be the dress from The Seven Year Itch
Wasn't Daniel so very lucky to hear that? This is something like the trances where Mistress Lola implants a memory in my psyche. I am being guided through a stage-play of sorts, one where I am the actor playing a role, only being given my lines as the scene unfolds. Eventually, I begin supplying the lines myself, in a kind of hypnotic improvisation.
Oh yes!
Off Daniel went to visit the museum
He got there very late, because he was hoping to have it all to himself
And when he got to the museum
He was lucky again
Because he managed to get in just in time to see the display before they closed
He went to the reception
and asked for the Marilyn tour
"You're very lucky," said the receptionist
"The last tour of the day is just about to start. Looks like it'll be just you."
Wasn't Daniel very lucky?
Oh yes! To have it all to myself
The tour guide came
She was a short woman in a blonde wig, wearing an outfit just like Marilyn's pink dress in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes
"Hi there," she said, and she sounded just like Marilyn
"Are you here for the tour?"
"Yes, I am...."
"Well that's super," she smiled. "Follow me please."
And she wiggled when she walked
Just like Marilyn
And as Daniel followed her
he was taken to a special room in the museum
that was full of Marilyn Monroe memorabilia
There were candid photos of behind the scenes moments on her movies
Short films playing that showed rare interviews
Paper plaques with information about Marilyn's history
And there
right in the middle
worn by a headless mannequin
Was the dress
The white dress that Daniel had admired for so long
How do you think Daniel felt when he saw the genuine dress in person?
I felt weak in the knees
It's so sexy, so beautiful
I can just imagine wearing it
The tour guide noticed this reaction
and she said
"You must really like the dress"
"Oh, I do...I have longed for a dress like it...."
"Oh really?" she asks, surprised
"Do you like wearing dresses?"
"Yes... [Sissy Dani blushes]
"I would love to be just like Marilyn"
"Wouldn't we all?" she laughs
"You look very much like her in that pink gown"
"Thanks!"
She does a little twirl
"They make us wear this stuff. But it's not as cool as having the originals."
She looks around, and whispers
"Listen...we're not supposed to do this, but it's late, and you seem nice enough."
"I'm gonna go take a coffee break and get changed. While I'm gone, there'll be no one watching if you wanna...you know..."
She winks
"You mean...wear the dress?"
"Oh, no no no."
"Just, you know, you can touch it and stuff."
"Ooooh....sure, that would be nice...."
"Great. But remember, it's our little secret."
"Right...."
She smiled, and took off her wig, revealing short black hair underneath.
Then she put the wig on a table, and left to get her coffee and to get changed
Daniel saw the wig, and he thought
Wouldn't it be funny if I wore that wig? Then I'd have hair like Marilyn's
I pick up the wig and going to a shiny column to use as a mirror
I settle the wig on my head.
I smile
I like the look
I shake my head and feel the curls brush my face
Then I walk up to the dress
reach out and touch it
It's soft and gentle
I run my hands over the mannequin's shape...
Marilyn's shape...
and It's almost like feeling it as my own shape
And then a very naughty thought
entered Daniel's mind
What if I wore the dress?
After all
there was no one around
And this could be the only chance he'd ever get
To wear a genuine Marilyn Monroe dress
I strip down to my undies
my very girly undies
and then I carefully remove the dress from the mannequin
He felt how sexy it was
How good the fabric felt in his fingers
I lifted it over my head
and let it fall gently over my body
It floated down over my knees
and it rustled against my thighs
I looked down, disappointed that I didn't fill the front
quite the way Marilyn did
But still
The fact that he was wearing a genuine Marilyn dress
made Daniel very happy
And he went to look at himself again
With the wig and the dress
From a distance
He looked a bit like Marilyn Monroe
And that made Daniel feel
so very happy
So very sexy
And before he knew it
Four little words popped into his head
Simple words
but strangely powerful words
and those words were
Boop boop de doop
It was silly
But those words kept popping up
over
and over
And eventually Daniel couldn't help
but smile
and say those words
"Boop boop de doop"
"Boop boop de doop"
"Boop boop de doop"
"Boop boop de doop"
And it was strange
But every time he said them aloud
He felt different
He felt more confident
More arousing
More stylish and sexy
And when he caught himself in the shiny surface again
he felt that his reflection looked more
Marilynesque
My tits are bigger
My waist is narrower
My legs are longer
My lips are red and bee-stung
And as he made his way closer to the reflection
He found his hips swaying in the most
seductive way
I look around and see the white shoes that go with the dress
I take them and slip them on
And walk again
Now really feeling my hips sway
and my boobs bounce
And it feels
so good
It was wonderful the way that dress hugged his hips
The way it ran up and down his body with each step
And he couldn't help
but say one of Marilyn's famous lines out loud
as he looked at himself
"Diamonds are a girl's best friend...."
He smiled
It came out in her sexy whispering voice
Am I really becoming Marilyn?
He asked himself
And again, it was that sexy whisper
That tingly husky voice
And behind him he heard
"Excuse me Ma'am, but you can't wear that."
I turned
and said "Why not? I'm Marilyn...."
It was the tour guide from before
And she looked stunned
She dropped her coffee cup in disbelief
And spluttered
"Muh...muh muh....Marilyn Monroe?"
And Marilyn responded
"Why, sure, sugar, who else?"
I posed in a sexy way
leaning over with my hands on my knees
letting my tits show provocatively
What a strange girl
Who else was she expecting?
After all
This was an exhibit dedicated to Marilyn Monroe
So of course Marilyn would need to visit
The silly girl gaped and gawked
"But but but...you can't be here! You're dead!"
Dead?
What was that strange girl on about?
Marilyn had never felt more alive
And showed her so
I shimmied up to her
and put my arms around her
snuggled close
and kissed her
"Does that feel like a dead person, sugar?"
She gasped and moaned
"No...that felt very much alive"
"But I don't understand..."
"How can you be here?"
And come to think of it
Marilyn couldn't remember quite how she'd got there
The last thing she remembered was being at home in Hollywood
"well, I think I was just drawn here by all the people worshipping me"
"especially that last nice young man...."
Ah yes, that nice young man
The one who had worn the wig and tried to be Marilyn
Cute
Speaking of wigs
Marilyn realised she had something on her head
It looked like she was wearing a wig over her long blonde hair
How silly
I pulled off the wig...and my real platinum hair tumbled out
I walked to a bench, and sat, crossing my legs
The strange girl went to sit beside Marilyn
"come join me, sugar..."
"But how can you be here? What do you want?"
"I want to see all my fans...
to feel them adore me....
to be the object of their desire...."
And that thought pleased Marilyn greatly
The idea of being worshipped by the public
Just as she once had been
Sent shivers down her spine
And she knew that this girl would be the perfect place to start And that’s where the trance-script ends. From here, this all my invention, based on what I recall feeling as I came out of trance. I will write it in a straight-forward prose style. “If I am to be worshipped and adored,” I told the girl, “I need to be the center of attention.” I took her hand and led her back to the pedestal where the now-naked mannequin still stood. “Can you move that away?” I asked. She smiled and giggled. “Yes, I can, Marilyn.” She stepped up to the pedestal, lifted the mannequin and carried it away to a far corner, where it would be hidden from the crowd. I extended my hand to her and said, “Help me up, sugar.” She helped me balance as I stepped into place…and as I did, something strange occurred. I felt my body become stiff and hard to move. Once in the center of the platform, I found I couldn’t move at all. The girl smiled. She stepped up beside me and began to position my arms and legs. She put my right hand behind my head and my left hand on my hip. She positioned my legs in a girly, sexy pose. She pushed my head back and used her fingers to gently manipulate my lips into a smile. She smoothed her hands over my body and as she did, I realized I could never move again unless she permitted it. “Boop-boop-de-boop,” she said, laughing.