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“ Hah...” he says, swinging the pendulum twice as fast. “Just try and resist me now!”

It’s now just so hard to resist, and you can feel yourself slipping. You absolutely know you have to try, but...

“You’re a female,” he declares. “Repeat after me.”

You feel your body begin to change in weird ways, like your hair growing longer and what rests between your legs shrinking. You know this isn’t right and you try and fight it, but it’s so hard...and so much easier not to...

“I’m...NOT...a...”

“You’re a female.”

“I’m a...f-f-female...” you admit. It’s true...right?

“With all your heart, please.”

“I’m a female.”

You say the words and it seems...right. After all, you’ve always been female. Of course you’ve always been one, with your long brown hair and pretty face and thick lips and curvy figure. You remember playing with dolls and going on shopping sprees as a kid. It feels weird to suddenly have doubts about your gender. This weirdo hypnotist is really messing with your head.

“You’re 33.”

You pause for just a moment, trying to remember your age. All that comes back is that you aren’t 33. But why does that number feel correct? You’re definitely an adult woman given your developed body, but...

“I’m...I am not...”

“You are 33. You think and behave like you’re 33.”

“I’m 33. I think and behave like I’m 33.”

You are 33, with your fully grown body color and you wouldn’t think or behave any other way...wouldn’t you? You’re poised, mature, and very driven. You have a budding career and have a good life. You’re wearing your clothes from the office, and you would like to think you dress as maturely as you act.

“Your name is Victoria.”

What had your name been before? It hurts that you blank but you quickly remember that you’ve always been Victoria. You had to be.

“My name...is...Victoria.”

“You think it’s a great name.”

“It’s a great...name...”

Oh, now you had to be Victoria! You remember always loving your name and saying...well...how great it was! You sigh with relief and smile. The man pauses for a moment before speaking next.

“You’re smart.”

“I’m smart...” you say. You know you are smart. Nobody ever said you were dumb. You aren’t the brightest, but you were certainly bright.

“You are extremely smart.”

“I’m...oh! I’m extremely smart...” you say, glasses appearing on your face and your IQ rising fast and new memories of excelling academically manifesting. Everything has always come easy to you. You were the top of your class in high school and college, and you started the company which you now head. You are usually modest, but nobody ever was reluctant to admit you were super intelligent. You stand up a bit taller.

“Yes. And you love to show off your breasts.”

“E-excuse me?” How unprofessional of anyone! You certainly love your body and your breasts but-

“You LOVE to show off your breasts.”

“I-I love...” you begin, your shirt buttons unbuttoning. You loved your breasts so much and wanted to accent them as much a possible. At work, you always let them breathe so the men (and some women) could get a look.

“You love to show off your breasts.”

“I love to show off my breasts!” You exclaim. All of your dresses had cleavage windows, or weren’t very high past your nipples. Your two breasts were your body’s pride and joy, after all, and they needed to be flaunted.

“Good, good...”

The man stops swinging the pendulum, and you emerge from trance dazed but relatively fine.

“How do you feel Victoria?”

You are curious how this stranger knows your name, but you decide to be kind. “I feel...odd. Was I just doing something? And who are you?”

“I was helping you with something and you just spaced out. You invited me over.”

“I suppose I did...are we done?”

“Oh, yes we are...but I think I want to do one more thing...”