Hypno-Session: From Male to Sissy

Wednesday, I had another meeting with Mistress Lola...and following my request, she took me from completely male to submissive sissy in a marvelous mental adventure.

Read the trance-script here.

Hypno-Session: All About the Bimbos

On Tuesday, I had my weekly session with Mistress Lola. I went into in a very empty-headed bimbo-like mood, so that is the direction the trance took me in.

The trance-script is here.

The Further Feminization of Jon Arbuckle

Saw today's Garfield and I knew it was time for another look into the kinky side of Jon and Liz's relationship:

For a look at Jon's history, see here and here.

Hypno-Session: Bubbles Breaks Loose

In my most recent hypno-session, Mistress Lola released my bimbo persona...and Bubbles went to town!

The trance-script is here.

Feminized Fuck-Toy

Male Lesbian Sissy

When Can We Start?

Dani and the Professor, Part Four

Stage four

In one week, the six-month period would be completed. Dani and Prof. Venus had become passionate lesbian lovers, with Dani thoroughly enjoying their nightly sessions of muff-diving and pegging...and his weekly milkings as well. But there was still one element of what the professor had promised her colleagues that was missing.

Prof. Venus summoned Dani to her office. He arrived dressed in his now typical attire--a frilly lacy dress in pink, skirt so short it threatened to reveal his panties and displayed his long feminine legs to perfection. "Dani, sweet, there's one more stage to our process," the professor said, as she gestured to the laptop on Dani's desk. "Sit, please, and open the program titled stage four."

Dani complied, put on his headphones and opened the program. The screen filled with the familiar pink spiral, spinning its way into Dani's mind, with "nice...nice....nice...." flashing in and out as well. Dani was once again riveted to the image and to the voice of Prof. Venus in his ears:

Dani, you are already my male lesbian love slave

Now you will become my perfect submissive in all things

Repeat after me:

I am Mistress Lola's submissive sissy

I obey Mistress Lola

I obey Mistress Lola

I am aroused by obeying Mistress Lola

I am aroused by obeying Mistress Lola

Obedience is arousal

Obedience is arousal

I feel a thrill of sexual pleasure when I say

Yes, Mistress Lola

I feel a thrill of sexual pleasure when I say

Yes, Mistress Lola

Obedience is pleasure

Obedience is pleasure

Obedience is arousal and pleasure

Obedience is arousal and pleasure

I cannot disobey Mistress Lola

I cannot disobey Mistress Lola

My body belongs to Mistress Lola

My mind belongs to Mistress Lola

My body and mind belong to Mistress Lola

The program went on repeating the phrases, with Dani murmuring his assent, for the rest of the day. When it ended, Dani remained in a blissful, happy, blank-minded trance. He had no need to think...all his thoughts would come from Mistress Lola from now on.

The final presentation

"Friends and colleagues, I know many of you were quite astonished by the presentation I made to you three months ago, reporting on my progress in creating a perfectly submissive sissy from a normal heterosexual male. But that was just an interim stage. Today, I present to you the culmination of my work."

Prof. Venus gestured and a curtain went up behind her, revealing the completely sissified Dani...now in an even more ruffled, petticoated outfit. "Step forward, my Pretty Sissy Dani," the professor ordered. Dani minced downstage on her six-inch heels, her hands holding her skirts in a curtsey-like pose. "Tell the audience all about yourself, Dani."

In a breathy voice, in the monotone of the truly entranced, Dani answered, "Yes, Mistress Lola," and then continued:

I am Mistress Lola's submissive sissy

I obey Mistress Lola

I am aroused by obeying Mistress Lola

Obedience is arousal

I feel a thrill of sexual pleasure when I say

Yes, Mistress Lola

Obedience is pleasure

Obedience is arousal and pleasure

I cannot disobey Mistress Lola

My body belongs to Mistress Lola

My mind belongs to Mistress Lola

My body and mind belong to Mistress Lola

The onlookers could clearly see the effect all this had on the sissy. His breath became short, his face flushed. The tell-tale signs of sexual arousal were everywhere. He clearly wanted to pleasure himself...but could not without permission. Prof. Venus smiled and finally asked, "Do you wish to come, Pretty Sissy Dani?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress Lola," he panted...and a shudder of arousal ran through him again.

"Will you do anything to be able to come?"

"Yes, Mistress Lola...obedience is arousal and pleasure...."

"Lower your panties so that our friends can see."

"Yes, Mistress Lola," Dani replied and his ruffled pink undies fell to the floor. He raised his skirts and pettis so that his rampant sissy-cock was visible to all.

"What do you need to be able to come, Dani?

"Your...your permission, Mistress Lola..."

"Then, on the count of three, come--but catch all your cream and clean it in the usual manner," Prof. Venus said. "One...two...three.......come!"

Since Dani had not been milked in over a week, an enormous amount of cock-cream spurted from his erect member. He caught it on his hands and once his orgasm was over, he carefully licked every drop from his fingers.

The gathered academics applauded and congratulated Prof. Venus. As they filed out, many of the women gazed longingly at Dani, now standing and looking adoringly at his mesmeric mistress. Finally, one of the women broke the spell. "Professor," she asked, "can you help me make my husband into a pretty submissive sissy?"

The professor handed her a flash drive. "Put this on his computer...and call me tomorrow."

Dani and the Professor, Part Three

Stage three

With the success of the progress presentation, Daniel began to dress more and more femininely, never returning to any form of slacks again, and his heels being at least four inches all the time. He even smiled when Prof. Venus began calling him "Dani."

Finally, one month after the presentation, Prof. Venus called him into the office and said, "Dani, it's time to move on to stage three of our experiment. For this, I'll have to ask you to move into my home."

Dani blushed. "Oh, Professor, is that really appropriate?" Secretly, with his long-held crush on the beautiful academic only intensified by the program, Dani was thrilled with the idea.

"Of course it is, dear. We are both consenting adults..." Well, your consent is a bit forced, she thought. "I've already cleared it with the department heads." And so, that weekend, Dani became Prof. Venus's live-in companion. He took over what had been intended as servants' quarters, filling the wardrobe with a growing collection of sexy and frilly attire.

One week into the new setup, the professor suggested something more. "Dani, dear, I know you have admired me for some time. And I must admit, with your new look, I am finding you more and more attractive. As part of stage three, I think we should work on your ability to make love as a woman."

Dani smiled. "Is there a new program I should download to my laptop?" he asked.

"No, darling, I think this one should be one-on-one and personal," Prof. Venus replied. She patted the space next to her on the couch. "Come sit by me and we'll begin." Dani complied.  Prof. Venus leaned forward and stared into Dani's eyes. "Look at my eyes and imagine the pink spiral there....see it spin in my eyes...it draws you down...it draws you in...all you see is the pink spiral in my eyes...all you hear is my lovely voice..."Dani was enraptured by the spiral in his mind and her voice. "Yes, that feels nice, doesn't it? Nice...nice...nice...nice...nice...nice...nice...say it with me, Dani...nice...nice...nice...nice....nice..."

"Nice...nice...nice...nice....nice...nice..." Dani murmured along, his voice slurring and getting softer as he fell into trance.

"Nice and deep...nice and docile...nice and obedient," the professor said, deepening the trance. "So deep, so docile, so compliant, so hypnotized....

"Now, Dani, I know you want to make love to me. I want you to make love to me...but not as a man...as a woman. How do women make love, Dani?"

"They...they use their mouths on each other's vaginas," Dani replied, hesitantly.

"That's right, but there's no need to be so formal, darling. We can call it by its familiar name--pussy," Prof. Venus cooed. "Now, how does a woman make love to another woman?"

"She eats her pussy," Dani answered.

"Good girl! And every time I call you a good girl, you go a little deeper into trance and get a little more aroused," she told him. "But that's not all women do together...what else do you think they do?"

"They suck on their breasts...."

"Good girl! But, again, let's be friendly about this..." She played with her boobs. "These are my tits, dear, my boobs.... and how would you make love to me with them?"

"I would suck on your tits, Professor..."

"Good girl! But did you know some women like to do more? Especially with special good girls like you?" She moved closer to her mesmerized student. "Sometimes, they like to actually fuck their pretty partners...how would they do that, with a special girl like you?"

Dani shook his head. "I don't know, Professor..."

Prof. Venus took a strap-on harness and dildo from a drawer in the end table. "They would do it with one of these, my dear...and they would fuck your sweet, tight, little ass-pussy...."

Dani gasped, feeling in trance the penetration. "Oh, Professor, really?"

"Really, darling...and a good girl will get great pleasure from it, won't she?"

"Yes...yes, Professor...."

"Good girl! Now there's one other thing a woman might do with her pretty male lesbian partner." She reached down and stroked Dani's burgeoning sissy-cock through his panties. "She might play a bit with this," she said, as she playfully squeezed it. "You see, to be sure her good girl stays feminine and docile, she has to make sure the dear thing doesn't have too much of that nasty male stuff inside...so she helps him get rid of it regularly."

She sensuously rubbed her hand over the satin-covered member.

Dani moaned, "Oh, Professor...."

"Yes, and we call that milking...removing all that cock-cream so that the male feelings don't overwhelm the feminine ones," Prof. Venus explained. "Now, Dani, I'm going to bring you even deeper into trance. When I count to three, you will go ten times deeper than you are now...and you will remember and think about all the things we have talked about. They will become part of you when I wake you in while..."

"One...two...three...."

And Dani dropped even further into trance, his mind swimming with all the new lovely ways he could make love to his beautiful Professor.

That night

"Wake up, Dani dear." At the sound of her voice, Dani came out of trance and saw the professor, framed in the doorway to the bedroom. She was wearing a long black satin nightgown that gleamed in the light. "My pussy needs some attention...come be my little pussy-eater...."

With those words, Dani suddenly realized he had an enormous craving for the taste of Prof. Venus's sex. He stood...and realized he, too, was dressed for bed, in a short pink baby-doll nightie. He followed the professor to the bed.

She lay sensuously upon it, and pulled up the gown to reveal her pussy, naked and already wet with arousal. Dani crawled between her legs and began to suck and lick, finding her clit and using his tongue to bring it to full erection. At the same time, he felt his own sissy-cock respond.

"That's....nice..." Prof. Venus murmured. "Nice...nice...nice...nice....nice...." And Dani suddenly saw the pink spiral before his eyes and fell again into a waking trance. "Keep at it, sweetie, and there will be a reward for you when I climax." Dani brought her to three shuddering orgasms.

Now, the professor reached into the nightstand and found her dildo harness. "Roll over, Dani dear. I'm going to fuck your virgin ass-pussy." And Dani found those words seemed to loosen his ass, making it ready for her penetration. She pushed the faux-cock deep into him, setting up a primitive rhythm, the tempo increasing as she felt his arousal growing. "Good girl!" she said. "You're a natural at this, darling." And the sensations of the dildo against her pussy brought Prof. Venus to yet another climax.

She slid the dildo from Dani's ass-pussy and rolled him over once more, his sissy-cock at full erection, quivering with anticipation. "Time for your milking, dear...time to get all those nasty male juices out of you, so that you will be my docile, compliant, ultra-femme sissy lover." She began to stroke his sissy-cock, gently at first, then with more urgency. She brought him to the brink once, twice, three times...each time slowing down to increase his frustration and desire. Finally, she brought him to ejaculation, catching the cock-cream on her fingers and then thrusting them, still sticky and wet, into his mouth.

"Suck, Dani, suck and then tell me who and what you are!" Prof. Venus demanded.

"I am Dani, your submissive sissy...your male lesbian love slave!" he cried, then collapsed in passionate exhaustion.

Prof. Venus passed her hands over his eyes. "Sleep, my love, sleep and dream of serving me forever."

Bubbles Says "Hi!"

Which One?

First of Three

Hypno-Session: Sleep-Over Aftermath

For our second trance on Sunday, Mistress Lola returned me to a previous session, when I became my teenage self, in the thrall of a girl I really did have a huge crush on in high school.

The trance-script is here.

Resigned and Pleased

Strangeness on a Train, Part Five

Fifth meeting

Lola waited for Dani's appearance on the train with excitement. How firmly did my bimbo suggestions take hold? What will be her boss's reaction? The doors opened at the center city station and a sexy vision came through. Lola watched as every male eye in the car followed the jiggling knockers and swiveling hips. Dani was a sheathed in a skin-tight pink dress with a bare midriff that also exposed a good deal of her big round jugs. The skirt ended a full eight inches above her knees and her long sleek legs were perched on pink platform sandals with six-inch spike heels. Her hair--bleached and obviously enhanced with extensions--fell to her waist in waves.

An equally attractive--if more sedate--figure entered behind her. Dressed in a figure-hugging black leather suit, this was obviously Ms. Demanden. As they approached and Dani saw Lola, she automatically made her way to sit next to her as programmed. Ms Demanden, raising an immaculately trimmed eyebrow and giving a hint of a smirk, followed her. 

The mesmeric mistress slid to permit both of them to sit beside her. She smiled and nodded slightly as Ms. Demanden, who returned the smile. Dani seemed oblivious to her surroundings, happily giggling and looking around the train. With some exaggeration, Lola darted her eyes towards the bubbly bimbo and then back to Ms Demanden. The leather-bound boss half-turned her head and raised her eyebrows, a silent gesture of granting permission whilst not being quite sure what was being requested. Lola nodded gratefully, then turned to Dani and riveted her gaze on the newly blonde sissy. "How do you like being a bimbo, Dani?" she asked. "Does it feel...nice?"

Dani's eyes glazed as she began repeating that all-important word: "Nice, nice, nice, nice." Each repetition sent her deeper into trance. Lola let her continue as she turned her attention to Dani's companion. She held out her hand, "I am Lola Venus. I presume you are Ms. Demanden?"

Ms. Demanden took her hand. "Call me Vera," she answered. "I got your note." She fished it out of her bag and read it:

Dear Ms. Demanden,

I am Lola Venus, who has been guiding your employee Dani deeper and deeper into a new life as a sissy...and now I am hoping to add "bimbo" to her personality as well. If you wish to learn more, please come with Dani on his trip home next Wednesday.

She folded the letter and put it back in her purse. "As you can see, I am here and quite intrigued." She nodded to Dani. "What exactly is happening right now?"

“Are you familiar with hypnosis, Vera?” Lola asked, interested to see her reaction. To her credit, Vera did not seem to respond with any immediate signs of ridicule. Had she, perhaps there would be two brainwashed bimbos leaving the train today.

“I’m somewhat familiar with the concept,” Vera answered. “Though I didn’t realise it was possible to do so with a single word, as you appear to have done.”

“When done properly, anything can prove an effective hypnotic trigger,” Lola explained. “I happen to find mantras quite useful in helping subjects to take themselves deeper into a hypnotic state, as Dani is now doing to herself. In a few moments, when she is quite deep, I will take control and guide her trance. The first thing I will do is ask her to describe her activities in the past seven days."

Vera nodded. "I see...well, this is fascinating. Please continue."

Lola turned her attention to Dani. "Nice and deep now...deeper than ever before. So deep you hear only my words, my words become your thoughts. What did you do when you left me last week?"

Dani blinked and her voice became soft and dreamlike. "I went to the beauty salon near my home. I went in and asked for an appointment the next day, telling them I wanted to become a blonde. The receptionist seemed to recognize that I was a sissy and said, 'Hoping to have more fun?'

"I smiled and blushed, saying, 'Something like that.' She gave me an appointment for 5:30 the next evening. I went home and began to contemplate what it would be like to be a beautiful blonde...all sorts of strange thoughts and images filled my mind. I saw myself as Marilyn Monroe, as Jayne Mansfield, as Madonna, as Debbie Harry. I became quite aroused and spurted my cock-cream without even touching myself. As you taught me, Mistress Lola, I immediately sucked the tasty cream from my panties. I changed into my babydolls and fell to sleep, dreaming of myself as a blonde."

Vera touched Lola's arm. "I noticed Dani was quite distracted that next day...now I realize she was daydreaming about her new look."

"I arrived for the appointment on time,” Dani continued, “and the stylist began her work. I was excited and aroused by the whole process...and when she turned me to the mirror and I saw my new look, something happened. My mind became fuzzy and soft, my ability to concentrate faded. I smiled and, giggling, I said, 'I look, like, sexy, don't I?'

"'Yes, sweetie, you do,' the stylist answered. 'Very sexy...you're a real sex-bomb now!'

"'A sex-bomb!' I repeated. 'Yeah...that's what I am! I'm just a big, busty, blonde bomb of sex!' And I giggled again.”

Lola turned to Vera, not wishing to interrupt but clearly amused at the idea of Dani calling herself a sex-bomb so eagerly. In response, Vera pointed to Dani’s growing bulge as the sissy bimbo remembered the exciting event. It was all Lola could do to stop herself from bursting out laughing and potentially breaking the trance. “What did you do next, Dani?” asked Vera in a purring tone, trying to imitate the seductive voice Ms Venus put on when being hypnotic.

“ I got out of the chair, and gazed at myself in the mirror. 'Oh, but this outfit is, like, all wrong! It covers too much for a sexy thing like me!' I pouted.

"'I know just the place to find the kind of clothes you need now,' the sylist said. She handed me a card. 'I get all my clothes there.' I looked at what she was wearing--a figure-hugging red dress that ended eight inches above her knees. Yes, that's the kind of clothes I need!

"I paid the bill and wiggle-walked to the sidewalk. I could feel men's eyes ogling me--even in this unsexy suit--and women's eyes viewing me with combined envy and scorn. The recommended shop was on just the next block. I went in and was greeted by a clerk in an even sexier outfit than the stylist wore. 'Can I help you, hon?' she asked, popping her gum.

"'I need a whole new wardrobe...sexy, revealing, suitable for what I am now,' I answered.

"'And what are you?' she said, smiling. 'A bimbo?'

"That stopped me for a moment and I realized that, yes, that's exactly what I am. 'Yes, I'm a bimbo,' I giggled, 'and proud of it!'

"Half-an-hour later, I left the shop in a new, pink, body-conscious dress with a very low bodice, six-inch heels in the same color, and several bags of similar clothes. I went home and slept again, dreaming of myself strutting the streets in my sexy stuff. Monday morning I went to work for the first time as a bimbo!"

Vera smiled. "I was quite shocked when Dani arrived that morning," she said. "And even more surprised when she spoke. Her formerly quiet intelligent voice was now a bubbling, giggling prattle...but it was somehow very appealing. I invited her to my office and we had a very entertaining morning as I acquainted myself with her new bimbo enthusiasm for sex of all kinds!"

Lola grinned. "I expected something like this. That's why I wanted to meet you. Now that you know what my powers are capable of, is there anything you'd like me to add to Dani's persona?"

Vera grew quiet and looked over her bimbo lover-employee. After a moment, she said, "Yes...I've always wanted a perfect love-doll! A sexy object to treat as a toy. Is that possible?"

"Of course it is," Lola answered. She turned to Dani. "Dani, when you awaken, Ms. Demanden will begin a new regimen of changes in you. With each day, you will find your mind becoming more blank and empty, more ready to be filled with Ms. Demanden's desires and wishes. Each day that passes, you will find it easier and more satisfying to allow yourself to be filled, to soak up all of Ms. Demanden’s orders and demands like a sponge.”

As she spoke, Lola pulled out a business card and pen, scribbling something onto the card. “You will find that, as each day passes, it will become harder and harder to think for yourself. Making decisions will seem so much trickier, so much more difficult. You will find it so much more appealing, so much easier, to allow yourself to follow others, to allow others to make your decisions for you. Each day your own thoughts will be harder and harder to access, while those of Ms. Demanden will fill your mind more and more.” 

She passed the card to Vera, who looked at what was written on it. Next the printed phone number, Lola had scribbled ‘For when you fancy a real woman’. Vera raised a surprised eyebrow and looked back at Lola, who playfully winked as she wrapped up her instructions. “You will enjoy having a head free of thoughts, and focus only on what Ms. Demanden wants of you. When you return next week, you will no longer be just a bimbo...you will be a Bimbo Doll--a living plaything devoted to pleasing your Mistress. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress Lola..." Dani murmured.

"Very good, then arise and follow Ms. Demanden from the train. When you step onto the platform, you will awaken, unaware of being hypnotized, but ready to follow my suggestions. Go now." Lola nodded to Vera and gestured for them to go. Ms. Demanden placed the card in her purse, winked back at Lola, and then lead Dani off the train.

Lola watched them leave and overheard as the doors closed, "Oh, Ms. Demanden, a doll? Like, really ? When can we start?"

Strangeness on a Train, Part Four

Fourth meeting

Lola was enjoying these weekly encounters; it was intriguing to see how Dani's mind interpreted and acted out her hypnotic suggestions. She sat in her usual place as the train entered the center city station, her eyes on the doors. When they opened, a tall vision in a red-and-white gingham frock entered. The skirt floated over what seemed to be acres of petticoats and crinolines. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. 

Could it be...? Lola thought, but then she noticed the telltale signs. They’d been covered as best they could in makeup, but if you knew where to look they were quite apparent. Yes, it is Dani! And wearing a dress nicer than any I own. She didn’t know whether to be proud or jealous.

The lovely crossdresser sashayed down the aisle, her gaze locked on the seat beside Lola. As she slid in, Lola turned to her, focusing her own gaze on Dani's eyes. "Hello, sweetie," she purred. "That's a beautiful retro look you're wearing.”

“Thank you, Miss,” said Dani. Lola almost laughed when she heard her speak. She used a much lighter tone than before, not quite a falsetto but certainly approaching it. It wasn’t actually that far off being convincing. 

“Yes, such a pretty, feminine dress. Tell me, does it make you feel...nice?"

"Yes...nice," Dani responded, and then began repeating, "nice, nice, nice, nice...."

Lola let Dani go on, her repetition sending her deeper and deeper into trance. "Nice and deep," she finally said. "Nice and relaxed. Nice and calm. Nice and obedient. So obedient. So compliant, so submissive, so powerless to resist. So ready to listen and follow my words. Aren’t you, Dani?”

“Yes Mistress…” Dani replied in a whisper. Fully relaxed, her voice had returned to its former lower tone. 

“Good girl. Tell me about the past week, darling."

Dani blinked and her eyes glazed over, as she followed Lola's suggestion and drifted back into her memory. "The day after our last meeting, I went to work, still thinking about your order to find suitable clothing for entertaining. It was not something I had considered before, so I sought advice...from Ms. Demanden.

"'Oh, darling,' she responded. 'I know just where to go to find you the perfect outfits for playing hostess. Meet me at lunchtime and we'll go.' And so, at noon, I met Ms. Demanden outside her office and we headed to the nearby shopping district. She led me to a little boutique on a side street called Perfect for Pansies.

"'They specialize in retro and vintage styles,' Ms. Demanden explained. 'All designed for and sized to fit sweet little sissies like you.'”

“Where abouts is this boutique, Dani darling?” Lola interrupted. She took out her phone and texted herself the address as Dani gave it to her. Definitely something to keep in mind for other clients, going by what Dani was wearing now. Hell, she might even pick up something for herself. “Continue, sweetie,” Lola nodded.

“Ms. Demanden took me by the arm and escorted me into the place,” Dani continued. “We were met by a cute sissy in a very retro shopgirl dress. 'My...friend...Dani is in need of clothes suitable for entertaining in her home,' Ms. Demanden said.

"The clerk looked me up and down. 'Oh, yes, I'm quite sure we have some things that will work wonderfully!' She began going through the racks, pulling out all manner of dresses--each of them with a wide, bouffant style skirt and tight fitting bodice. Choosing four of them, she directed me to a fitting room. 'Strip all the way to your panties, honey...for these dresses, you'll need very special underwear!'

I did as she instructed, with Ms. Demanden's assistance. The girl brought in a waist-cinch, a bra with pointed cups, and several layers of petticoats. They soon had me trussed up in the cinch and the bra, padded with appropriately shaped inserts. I slipped into two layers of the petticoats and they lowered the first of the dresses--the one I'm wearing today--over my head, adjusting it so the skirt fit correctly over the pettis.

"'Oh, yes--that is most delightful,' Ms. Demanden exclaimed. 'If the others are as lovely, you will have quite the wardrobe, Dani.' Each of the other dresses also met her approval and we left the shop loaded with four dresses, my new foundation garments, and three different petticoats. When we returned to the office, Ms. Demanden said, 'Dani, I want you to begin wearing these outfits to work every other day, so you get used to moving in them. Oh, and one more thing, I think you should go blonde...'

"So, I have dressed as you see, alternately with my business suits," Dani concluded.

"And what about going blonde?" Lola asked.

"I'm frightened of that," Dani replied. "It seems so drastic..."

"You will make yourself a blonde," Lola said. 

“I will make myself a blonde,” Dani repeated in a monotone.

“Yes you will,” Lola nodded approvingly. Then she smiled her wicked smile as a naughty idea popped into her head. “And when you do, you will find that other things change as well. You will find it hard to think about anything other than looking beautiful and sexy. Thoughts of work will be difficult...but thoughts of sex will come easy. Doing sums will feel so hard...but giggling will be natural. You won’t know a thing about science or academia...but you’ll always know how to look your best.”

Lola watched as Dani began to smile, a silly, sexy smile that filled her face, and the Mistress knew the sissy was already starting to melt her mind away. “Your brain will feel like it’s wrapped in cotton candy, sweet sticky fluff that makes those big, heavy thoughts so hard to come together. Only nice, light, airy thoughts will be able to get free. You will become a blonde bimbo. You will seek out suitable clothes for your new role--tight-fitting, flesh-revealing outfits. Your favourite colour will be pink, your favourite task will be shopping, your favourite subject will be sex. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Dani answered.

"Good bimbo,” Lola smiled as she heard Dani giggle, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Your station is next. When you exit the train, you will go immediately to a beauty salon and make an appointment for a change in your hair color--the blonder the better. Once you have done that, you will awaken from trance, with no memory of having been hypnotized, but ready to follow all instructions." Lola paused to write out a note. "Give this to Ms. Demanden tomorrow."

The train slowed to a stop and Dani rose and exited. Well, I wonder what her new boss will think of having a totally brainless bimbo on staff! I’m sure she’ll be able to find a...suitable position for her.

Transform-Mall

Office Girl Dani: Part Four

Dani the model

Ms. Lola sat at her desk, poring over financial data, a strangely satisfied smile on her face. Occasionally, a slight gasp escaped her lips. When she heard a knock on the door, she called, "Enter."

In came Madame Poupee, the magazine's fashion editor and designer. "We have a problem,  Mam'zelle Lola," she reported.

Lola looked up and asked, "What's the problem?"

Poupee handed her a file of photographs. "None of these models is right for the new line of clothes you want to market...and these are the best I've looked at."

"You mean the line I want to sell to cross-dressers?" Lola asked.

"Yes...we need someone who can look like a male in feminine attire...and still be attractive and sexy," Poupee replied.

"I believe I have the perfect choice," Lola said. She pushed her chair away from the desk and said, "Dani?"

Her assistant arose from under the desk, her lips still glistening from Lola's juices. "Yes, Ms. Lola?" she asked.

"I want you to go with Madame Poupee...we may have a new assignment for you."

"Of course, Ms. Lola," Dani replied, straightening her skirt. "Where are we going, Madame?"

Madame Poupee, at first startled by Dani's sudden appearance, regained her composure and took a stroll around Dani. "Oui, her height makes her seem masculine...not to mention her somewhat broad shoulders."

Lola chuckled. "Dani doesn't just seem masculine, Poupee...she was born male and remains so in every way except how she dresses and acts. Isn't that right, Dani?"

Dani blushed. "Yes, Ms. Lola...I am just your male lesbian lover and personal assistant."

Poupee smiled. "Then I think she will do nicely. Come along, Dani, I want you to try on some outfits..."

Three days later

"Mam'zelle Lola, I'm afraid Dani just isn't working out," Madame Poupee reported.

"I thought you said she was the perfect look for our line of clothes for sissies and nancy-boys?" Lola responded.

"Oui...but she does not move like a model...she moves like an ordinary woman. A model must have a special grace, an ability to put forth a mood, an attitude, with simply a gesture or a pose. I have been trying to explain it to her and demonstrate, but I am getting nowhere."

Lola frowned and thought a moment. "Leave it to me...I know exactly what to do..."

Later that day, Lola called Dani back to her office. "Madame Poupee tells me your efforts at modeling have been less than successful..."

Dani hung her head in shame. "I am sorry, Ms. Lola...but it just seems to be something I cannot accomplish."

"Nonsense," Lola retorted. "With proper training, my Sissified Sweetheart can do anything. I believe the problem is you don’t have the right incentive. You can’t visualize what it means to be on the catwalk, in front of all those people. And without that motivation, it’s hard to be excited about being a model, am I right?”

“Always, Mistress,” Dani curtseyed.

Mistress Lola smiled. “You have been taught well. I think I know what will help though. Do you know what these are?” she pointed to the object on her table.

“It looks like a VR headset, Mistress.”

“Correct, sweetie. I’ve had a very special type of training program created for you. Put the helmet on.”

Dani did as she was told. Lola flicked the switch on the back of the headset to power it on, and at once Dani heard the familiar mind-controlling melody that so often filled her head these days. Looking around, she saw that she had been placed in a black room, lit up by the shiny silver catwalk beneath her and a bright pink light off in the distance. As she looked left and right, she noticed she was standing in a line of models, each blankly staring forward.

“Your training begins now, Dani,” came Mistress Lola’s voice from the real world. “The headset is calibrated to detect your every motion, your every gesture. Your task is to be in perfect synchronization with the models around you. As long as you stay perfectly matched with them, you will feel pleasure like so…”

Dani shivered as the ever-arousing ‘Nice’ filled her senses.

“But the moment you get something wrong…”

Everything went black, and Dani heard the word ‘Bad’ fill her head. It was a terrible thing to hear, so full of disappointment and shame. It made her feel upset at herself, ashamed of performing badly. She did not want to be bad. She wanted to be nice. Her vision filled again, the catwalk and pink light returning, the models appearing by her side.

“Let’s see how well you do. Your goal is to make it to the light. Your training starts...now.”

The models began to move forward, their long legs strutting perfectly on their catwalks. Dani did her best to move with them. She took a few steps forward, feeling the buttplug vibrating as she did so. Then….

Bad

“You need to move your legs with more confidence,” came her Mistress’ voice. “Each step should be a statement, a bold, confident click of your heels as you strut across that floor. Again.”

The display reset itself, and Dani started again. She tried harder to strut like the models around her, to move with the self-assuredness of a true model. She looked down at her feet to see where they were going. The screen went black.

Bad

“Never look down, Dani. Always look forward. Focus only on that pink light ahead of you. Act as if an invisible string is pulling your head straight up. Now try again.”

The scene started again. This time Dani held her chin up, her eyes concentrated on the light in front of her. She could still see the models around her in her peripheral vision, still see their movements, but her attention was directed straight ahead.

Nice

The buttplug vibrated slightly faster for a second as a reward. Dani started to strut across the catwalk. This was so nice. She wasn’t going to be bad. She was going to be nice. It was nice to be a model. It was nice to act like a proper model. It was nice to be like the other models. She wanted to be a good model. She wanted to be sexy. She wanted to be adored. She wanted to look good, to make the clothes she was wearing to look fabulous, to make people want to wear her clothes, to make people want to look like her. The fact that her thoughts were in Mistress Lola’s voice did not bother her. She knew that Mistress’ words were her thoughts, and accepted them as her own.

The training continued for some time, with Dani getting Bad and Nice depending on her actions. Thanks to this negative and positive reinforcement, she found her body adjusting to how it needed to move, to act, to be. The gaps between Bads were longer and longer, the pink light getting closer and closer, brighter and brighter each time. Dani felt happier and happier each time she got closer to the light. And why shouldn’t she? She was a model now, a graceful, confident woman. And her hard work paid off when she finally reached that pink light and found…

Dani was still walking, still strutting like the confident model she now knew herself to be. But her surroundings had completely changed. She was still on a catwalk, but it ran down a packed theatre full of bright flashing photobulbs and cheering fans. The music had changed too - it was no longer the peaceful entrancing melody that had filled her head with the proper thoughts. Now it was a thudding electronic beat, perfect for the modern model to strut to.

“You are a perfect fashion model,” said the music in a dull, robotic monotone that suited the harsh electronic tempo. It was her Mistress’ voice, and it enforced the statement in her mind. “You are here to sell clothes. You are here to look your best. You are here to make a statement in fashion.”

“Make a statement,” Dani mumbled, getting lost in the strut, her face frozen in an emotionless pout.

“You must make the crowd love you. You must make the crowd love your clothes. Make them happy with your look. Treat the crowd like your Mistress.”

And though she knew she couldn’t look to the side, from the corner of her eyes Dani could see that the crowd was in fact her Mistress. Each of the thousands of people she could see were clones of Lola Venus, admiring her, encouraging her, applauding her.

Dani knew she had to please the crowd. She came to the end of the catwalk, leaned back on her heels to highlight her legs, and then turned to go back up the catwalk. But instead of a stage she saw it had another end, another place to turn, and the crowd was applauding her, cheering for her. It was so nice to please the crowd, to show off the clothes that her company was selling. 

“You are a walking mannequin,” said the music. “Your purpose is to show off your clothes. To make people want your clothes. To look perfect in your clothes.”

“Perfect,” Dani sighed, as she took another turn, walking once more down the runway. It continued for what felt like hours, the music reinforcing her thoughts, the crowd cheering and smiling and encouraging her so much. Until finally things become blurry and fuzzy, the music getting softer and quieter, until there was nothing but darkness and silence.

Back in the real world, Lola unfastened the headset and placed it back on her desk. She snapped her fingers in front of the entranced sissy, bringing her back to reality. Dani hazily shook her head, then stared into her Mistress’ eyes. 

"I am ready to return to my modeling, Ms. Lola," she said.

“Good girl,” Ms Lola smiled. “After all, we need to make sure that the public face of my new Pansy Passion line is at her very best, don’t we?”

The next day

Lola was called to Madame Poupee's studio. When she arrived, she saw Dani, dressed in one of the flirty outfits from the new line of clothes. Dani smiled, she batted her eyes, she wiggled her hips and her tits. She was clearly in character as the come-on queen who would wear such a frock. As the camera flashed, she struck pose upon pose, always perfectly in keeping with the scenario. Lola smiled and applauded.

"That is enough in that dress, ma petite," Poupee said. And Dani curtseyed, reverting instantly to her normal, sweetly submissive character. "She takes on the appropriate look and attitude with each outfit," Poupee advised. "In the office wear, she is the perfect secretary; in the baby-dolls, practically a whore. I cannot wait until I get her into some fetish gear."

Lola laughed. "Neither can I."