Our TG Captionpage 6
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His ambiguity piques your interest
“Really?” You ask. “What would that b-”
He starts to swing the pendulum in front of you again, and doing so puts you right back into trance. You can’t help but fall under his spell, but you do your best to try and remain aware of what is happening.
“It’s this, my dear: you’re older.”
“O-Older?” What does he mean? You’re 18...right? You’ll be 19 in about 6 months. You know how old you are.
“Yes. You’re older. You’re 24.”
“N-no! I’m...18!” you mutter, forgetting your age for just a second. Your head starts to hurt and your whole body is on fire all of a sudden.
“My sweet Valerie, come now,” says the man. “You’re a 24-year-old woman. Say it.”
“I’m....I’m...” you moan as you feel your whole body tremble. You feel your body put on a few pounds around your bust and ass and you notice yourself get just a tiny bit taller. You also notice your clothes have changed; instead of a dress, you are now in a stylish floral shirt and a skirt.”
“I’m 24...I’m 24 years old...” you say submissively, lowering your head. It’s true, you tell yourself, as you accept this new reality and forget the old one at the drop of a hat. Like magic, your memories reshuffle as your time in high school suddenly feels like it happened in the distant past. You graduated from the local state university two years ago, and you work in the city now. You’re still looking to find a career, though. You’re still young, but are by no means a child.
“Good girl. And you...like to show of your body a little, don’t you Valerie?”
“I...I what?” You ask, concerned. Modesty was the name of your game. How dare he suggest such a thing? Although, sometimes you were a little to much a prude...
“You like to wear revealing clothes,” the man asserts, swinging the pendulum faster. “Nothing too slutty.”
“I wear revealing clothes...nothing too slutty...” you robotically repeat. You like to show off a little bit of skin. It makes you feel powerful and sexy, since you’ve always loved your body. As these (now familiar) thoughts occur to you, the hem on your skirt is raised on the left side, the neckline on your shirt gets way lower, and your midriff becomes very exposed.
“Excellent...last thing: you have long, blonde hair.”
“I have...long...blonde hair...” you say slowly, not even questioning it as your locks extend and turn a dirty gold hue. You’ve always been blonde; your boyfriend Chet calls you “Blondie” and you like how simple and cheesy the nickname is. Being blonde is just...the best! Despite all the blonde stereotypes you’ve fought in the past, you’ve never minded your genetic gift.
With that last change, the man lowers the pendulum and you emerge from trance.
“My head...ugh...” you say, clutching your temple with Kurt looking at you with a smile, happy but still not entirely satisfied.
“Really?” You ask. “What would that b-”
He starts to swing the pendulum in front of you again, and doing so puts you right back into trance. You can’t help but fall under his spell, but you do your best to try and remain aware of what is happening.
“It’s this, my dear: you’re older.”
“O-Older?” What does he mean? You’re 18...right? You’ll be 19 in about 6 months. You know how old you are.
“Yes. You’re older. You’re 24.”
“N-no! I’m...18!” you mutter, forgetting your age for just a second. Your head starts to hurt and your whole body is on fire all of a sudden.
“My sweet Valerie, come now,” says the man. “You’re a 24-year-old woman. Say it.”
“I’m....I’m...” you moan as you feel your whole body tremble. You feel your body put on a few pounds around your bust and ass and you notice yourself get just a tiny bit taller. You also notice your clothes have changed; instead of a dress, you are now in a stylish floral shirt and a skirt.”
“I’m 24...I’m 24 years old...” you say submissively, lowering your head. It’s true, you tell yourself, as you accept this new reality and forget the old one at the drop of a hat. Like magic, your memories reshuffle as your time in high school suddenly feels like it happened in the distant past. You graduated from the local state university two years ago, and you work in the city now. You’re still looking to find a career, though. You’re still young, but are by no means a child.
“Good girl. And you...like to show of your body a little, don’t you Valerie?”
“I...I what?” You ask, concerned. Modesty was the name of your game. How dare he suggest such a thing? Although, sometimes you were a little to much a prude...
“You like to wear revealing clothes,” the man asserts, swinging the pendulum faster. “Nothing too slutty.”
“I wear revealing clothes...nothing too slutty...” you robotically repeat. You like to show off a little bit of skin. It makes you feel powerful and sexy, since you’ve always loved your body. As these (now familiar) thoughts occur to you, the hem on your skirt is raised on the left side, the neckline on your shirt gets way lower, and your midriff becomes very exposed.
“Excellent...last thing: you have long, blonde hair.”
“I have...long...blonde hair...” you say slowly, not even questioning it as your locks extend and turn a dirty gold hue. You’ve always been blonde; your boyfriend Chet calls you “Blondie” and you like how simple and cheesy the nickname is. Being blonde is just...the best! Despite all the blonde stereotypes you’ve fought in the past, you’ve never minded your genetic gift.
With that last change, the man lowers the pendulum and you emerge from trance.
“My head...ugh...” you say, clutching your temple with Kurt looking at you with a smile, happy but still not entirely satisfied.
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