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“Now...let’s see you resist this!” he exclaims, swinging the pendulum at awesome speed. As you watch it go back and forth so fast, you start losing your edge.
“I...I...I...”
“Will. Obey. Me.”
You so don’t want to. You want to keep fighting this lunatic weirdo hypnotist. But right now you can’t bring yourself to do that..
“I...will...obey...” you say softly, finally beginning to loosen up. You aren’t squirming anymore. You are still and oddly calm.
You are ready to obey.
“Very good,” he says. “Let us begin: you are female.”
“I’m...wait, what? I’m not...female!” yiu exclaim. You don’t get it; that’s not a command! Why would he make you say that? Does he want you to believe that? You’re a guy!
“But you are female.”
“But...but I’m not...” you protest meekly. You don’t know what he’s on about, but now you feel kind of weird. Your whole body is strangely warm, and your head starts to hurt like hell. It’s getting harder and harder to stay focused.
“But you are. You are female.”
“I-I’m...female?” you slowly ask. Were you? It’s hard to recall, because everything just hurts now, and now you suddenly are having doubts that you are male, even though you remember being one.
“You have no memory of being male.”
“I have...um...no memory of being...male...” you manage, realizing it to be horribly true. You don’t remember being...anything. Does that mean you were female? You start to shudder, your head throbbing and your body on fire, unable to remember who you even are anymore. In fact, it’s hard to really think anything at all...you are starting to become merely a mindless, blank slate.
“Let’s try this again: you are female.”
“I’m...female...” you say with some confidence, relieved you know that. Your body finally starts to stop hurting, and not a moment too soon. You’re a girl, with long, curly dirty blonde hair, small but round breasts, a slim and curvy body, painted nails, a pretty face, wide hips and a bubbly butt, and a pussy that is, mysteriously, soaked. You’re wearing a white top and very short denim shorts and just a hint of makeup. You still can’t really think, but at least you know you are a female for sure. Thank goodness.
“Hmmm...you’re...25.”
“Oh...I’m 25,” you say without much resistance, your head hurting just a little less as you, with great relief, are able to at least recall your age. Unbeknownst to you, you get a bit taller, put on some more weight, grow your hair a little longer, and get a slightly more mature-looking face as your body quickly ages from what it was up to 25 to accommodate the change. Although a little, happy your mind is still one big haze, and it’s still very painful.
Luckily, the man isn’t done.
“I...I...I...”
“Will. Obey. Me.”
You so don’t want to. You want to keep fighting this lunatic weirdo hypnotist. But right now you can’t bring yourself to do that..
“I...will...obey...” you say softly, finally beginning to loosen up. You aren’t squirming anymore. You are still and oddly calm.
You are ready to obey.
“Very good,” he says. “Let us begin: you are female.”
“I’m...wait, what? I’m not...female!” yiu exclaim. You don’t get it; that’s not a command! Why would he make you say that? Does he want you to believe that? You’re a guy!
“But you are female.”
“But...but I’m not...” you protest meekly. You don’t know what he’s on about, but now you feel kind of weird. Your whole body is strangely warm, and your head starts to hurt like hell. It’s getting harder and harder to stay focused.
“But you are. You are female.”
“I-I’m...female?” you slowly ask. Were you? It’s hard to recall, because everything just hurts now, and now you suddenly are having doubts that you are male, even though you remember being one.
“You have no memory of being male.”
“I have...um...no memory of being...male...” you manage, realizing it to be horribly true. You don’t remember being...anything. Does that mean you were female? You start to shudder, your head throbbing and your body on fire, unable to remember who you even are anymore. In fact, it’s hard to really think anything at all...you are starting to become merely a mindless, blank slate.
“Let’s try this again: you are female.”
“I’m...female...” you say with some confidence, relieved you know that. Your body finally starts to stop hurting, and not a moment too soon. You’re a girl, with long, curly dirty blonde hair, small but round breasts, a slim and curvy body, painted nails, a pretty face, wide hips and a bubbly butt, and a pussy that is, mysteriously, soaked. You’re wearing a white top and very short denim shorts and just a hint of makeup. You still can’t really think, but at least you know you are a female for sure. Thank goodness.
“Hmmm...you’re...25.”
“Oh...I’m 25,” you say without much resistance, your head hurting just a little less as you, with great relief, are able to at least recall your age. Unbeknownst to you, you get a bit taller, put on some more weight, grow your hair a little longer, and get a slightly more mature-looking face as your body quickly ages from what it was up to 25 to accommodate the change. Although a little, happy your mind is still one big haze, and it’s still very painful.
Luckily, the man isn’t done.
What happens?