Thursday, July 7, 2011

Hypnotic Wishes 5: Lauren and Geneva

To all who have been patiently waiting, here is the next (5th) installment of the "Hypnotic Wishes" series. Misty and Sophie have their "girls" selected for The Pageant; now it is Lauren's turn to make a boy into a beauty! Hope you enjoy!

     It was the day after Lauren had helped Sophie feminize Cassandra that she realized that it was probably time to find a candidate for The Pageant. Being a bit of a spontaneous person, she decided to walk downtown and see if inspiration struck her. She meandered through the mall, wandered through the park, and strolled down main street, not finding inspiration anywhere. So she decided to stop by her favorite art gallery and visit the owner, Mrs. Monasso, an old friend of hers. To her surprise, she found a sign that read, "GALLERY CLOSED FOR MODELLING PRACTICE". Intrigued, and not worried about barging in on her friend, Lauren slowly entered and found a single artist working with one model, who appeared to be nude. The artist seemed to be painting, but Lauren managed to hear a string of lewd phrases directed at the model.
     "Oh, yes, pose for me bitch," he muttered. "Thrust your hot little ass out at me like you want it. Yeah."
     The model seemed quite distressed by these comments, and grew even more agitated as the man slowly began advancing upon her, claiming to want a "better angle". When the poor model saw Lauren standing in the back, she suddenly burst into tears, unable to tolerate the abuse any longer, and ran naked into the back of the gallery. The artist turned angrily towards where Lauren stood:
     "What do you think you're doing? This is a private shoot! I was finally getting somewhere, and then you scare my girl off like that. Who do you think you are?"
     I think that I am going to be your new mistress, Lauren smiled, finally finding the inspiration she was looking for. "I'm Lauren, a friend of the gallery owner," she called out, walking up to where the artist stood. "And I was hoping to get into the modelling business. Your techniques intrigue me." 
     The artist's eyes widened, then he smiled as he walked up to Lauren. "Well, you certainly look qualified," he smiled devilishly. "My name is Gene Green, artist extraordinaire. So tell me, how interested are you in a job? My last model seems to have, uh, found the work conditions a bit too strenuous, and I am in need of a model."
     "I'm sure I could stand up to whatever you throw at me," Lauren laughed as she stood over the short artist. Even without her heels on she would have been at least four inches taller than Gene. "But I think that before I work with you, I would like to know what inspires you, what you truly wish to create with their art. Only then will I decide."
     "But of course," Gene said gallantly, staring at Lauren's bosom. "My goal for my art is to make it extremely passionate, and to do so, I feel I must be very intimate with my models. Does that suit you?"
     "That suits me just fine," Lauren whispered, as she leaned in to softly kiss Gene. And I think you yourself will make a great piece of art, she thought to herself as she slipped a tiny microphone behind his ear. "How about I swing by in tomorrow for our first session?"
     "Sounds great!" Gene exclaimed, excited to have such a willing participant for his questionable routine.
     "Alright, I'll see you then," Lauren smiled, blowing Gene a kiss as she exited the door.

     Gene went home that night absolutely enthralled by his discovery. He was so excited that he began to draw a few images of Lauren freehand from his memory. They were crude, focused a little too much on making her breasts and ass extra-large, but they were actually some of his better artwork to date. Later that night he fell asleep drawing, his pen still in hand. But at about midnight, art began again. More precisely, it was the art of hypnotic messaging, which Lauren relayed through the microphone behind his ear.
     Gene, notice the defining qualities of the female body. Notice their voluptuous butts and bouncing breasts, as many men do. But notice the finer details. Notice the long, slender legs that draw attention to their female parts. Notice the nice hourglass curves that accentuate those beauiful breasts and butt. Notice the smooth, hairless bodies that emphasize how soft and dainty they are. Notice how their smooth, silky hair perfectly frames their delicate noses and high cheekbones. Notice all of these things, and appreciate them.
     The messaging played on all night, until about a half-an-hour before Gene awoke groggily, completely unaware of the messages his subconscious was receiving. He quickly ate breakfast and rushed on down to the studio in order to maximize his time with his eager model. When he arrived, Lauren was already waiting, half-naked, only covering up her breasts. "You ready to start?" she smiled warmly. "You know it!" he replied, and quickly sat down at his easel. For the next five hours the pair worked together, changing poses every so often, each time becoming more and more sexual. What a pervert, thought Lauren, even though she smiled more brilliantly each time the pose became more exotic and revealing. I ought to show him my package just to give him a little scare...nah. I don't want to lose this one. I guess I just give him my other package instead, to speed up the process a little.
     "Hey Gene," she finally called out after Gene was just about ready to tear off her panties. "Do you think I could see some of your drawings?"
     "Sure, why not?" he replied, a little miffed that he wasn't going to have an all nude picture, but still a little flattered that Lauren cared some about his art. "Take a look."
     Lauren sauntered over and gazed at the paintings. These actually are quite good, she admitted to herself. But even better, he is definitely focusing on the aspects I 'suggested' last night. "Wow, these are amazing!" she gushed. "You made me look so pretty! And you even focused on the small details, like my hair, curves, and the length of my legs! Thank you!"
     "Aw, it's just my job," he grinned as she gave him a peck on the cheek. "But I must admit, these are a few of my better works."
     "I agree," Lauren said. "And I've got just the thing to thank you." She strutted back to her purse on the floor and pulled out a large pink gift bag. "This is for you," she said, handing him the bag. "It's got a bunch of nice pastels and a bottle of wine," she said as he rummaged through the bag. "Maybe we can share the wine later after this gig is over," she smiled, winking at him.
     "Yeah!" he exclaimed with a gleam in his eye. "That sounds great!" He unabashedly walked up to her and embraced her in a hug, getting a full whiff of her exposed breasts as his face smushed into them. "You really are the best model I've ever had. I'm really enjoying how my art is turning out."
     "Me too," she replied, as she slipped a secret box into the bag behind his back. And with these extra 'art supplies', I'll really enjoy my own art.

     A little while later, Lauren and Gene went their separate ways. Gene skipped home with his gift bag, his head swimming with emotions, and immediately went to his desk to admire his new pieces. As he laid his drawings on top of the sketches he drew last night, he noticed that today the drawings were a lot less busty and made Lauren look more slender and feminine. Huh, he thought. They look a lot better than what I drew last night. More realistic. Maybe that's what I need to do to improve my art. He spent the better part of the night practicing his strokes to accentuate the details he had focused on that day, before finally tiring out and falling asleep. He was sound asleep by the time the hypnotic messaging began playing through the microphone behind his ear...
     Gene was dreaming. Which was weird, because usually he didn't dream. He was painting the face of a woman. Make sure her eyebrows are thin. That was also weird. Usually he couldn't hear voices in his dream. But this voice was right. So he arched the eyebrows nice and thin. Give her a nice base of purple eyeshadow. Oh, that's a great idea, Gene thought to himself, and did that. We're painting a naughty girl. Paint on some nice long whore-lashes. Gene did as he was told. Some slutty pink lipstick is a must have. Gene couldn't agree anymore, and traced a nice pink cupid's bow on her plump lips. Let's add a little blush, because we want our girl to be embarrassed that she is such a hot little slut. Yeah, oh yeah. That's what I'm talking about, thought Gene, almost orgasming at the beauty of this girl. I should really create this piece when I wake up. But I should name this first...
     Geneva. Name her Geneva. Alright then, Gene thought, pleased with how helpful this voice inside his head was. Thanks. You're welcome, Geneva...
     BUZZ...BUZZ. Gene's alarm suddenly awoke him from his dream. That was odd, especially the way that the voice called me 'Geneva' at the end, thought Gene. Oh well. It was probably just referring to the painting, and I woke up before it could finish. Yawning, he got up, eager to recreate the image of this beautiful girl that was still fresh in his memory. But for some reason, his eyelids still felt really heavy, and his face seemed caked with sweat or something, so he went to the bathroom to wash it off. He went in, looked in the mirror, and almost screamed at the sight. His face was madeup exactly like the girl from his dream!
     "Holy shit!" he yelled. It was impossible to deny. He looked exactly like Geneva; from the hot pink lipstick, to the slight touch of blush, to the excessive purple eyeshadow and long fake lashes, everything on his face was the spitting image of the girl in his dream. He slowly reached up to touch his face, to see if this was real; when he felt the flutter of his fake lashes saw that a little dab of pink lipstick, still moist, had come off on his hand, there was no doubt that this wasn't his dream still. He stared, transfixed with the sight in the mirror, not sure if he was more upset at not knowing how it happened or with the fact that he was starting to get a hard-on looking at himself. Finally, he glanced down to the countertop and noticed a large makeup kit resting there, with many of the items still open. "Shit," he swore aloud. "How did that even get there?" He stopped to think for a minute, then realized that he was due down at the art gallery in 10 minutes to meet Lauren. Not having time to think about it anymore, he quickly washed off the makeup as best he could (although his lips still retained a little pink color and the fake lashes remained glued in), and hustled on down to the art gallery.
     But even though the makeup was (mostly) off his face, Gene still didn't feel normal. On his entire trip down to the art gallery, he was noticing strange things, things he wouldn't normally notice. Things such as how the dress in the store window would go perfectly with those heels. Or how pretty the pink nail polish was on that woman walking down the street. Even he was beginning to be affected; as he noticed the very precise sashaying of the women down the street, Gene caught himself walking in a heel-to-toe fashion, mimicking the very action he had seen before him. Moving as quickly as possible while trying to avoid mincing as much as possible, Gene finally made it into the relative safety of the art gallery.
     "Hello, Gene, darling!" called Lauren, who had arrived a while earlier. "How are you on this glorious morning?"
     "I've been better," Gene stated nervously, pacing around on the floor. "Lauren?" he asked. "Have you ever felt your whole perspective was changing? In a really short amount of time?"
     "What do you mean?" asked Lauren, looking puzzled.
     " see...the last couple days my art work has began to change. My focus was on more subtle details of the feminine physique. Then, I started noticing these details in real life as well...and actually was really appreciating them..."
     "Interesting..." said Lauren, slowly walking over to Gene, were she traced her finger over his lips and wiped off a little of the remaining lipstick. "Ever...experiment with these new-found interests in femininity?" she inquired, showing him the smear on her finger.
     "No!" he exclaimed, blushing profusely. "I mean yes...well, sort of. See, I woke up this morning and found that my entire face was made-up like a real pro - yet I don't have a clue about makeup, nor do I remember myself or anyone else applying it to my face! All I remember is having a dream about seeing a woman...a woman named Geneva...who looked exactly like me with the makeup on my face. It was so strange."
     "I see," Lauren stated, as see sized Gene up. "Well, I think I know what the problem is. But right now, you are in no psychological condition to deal with your problem. So here's what you should do." She walked back to her belongings and came back with a small bundle. "Take this home with you, and take a nap. It will help ease off the stress. Then come to my house later at about 5 o'clock and we can have a deep conversation about this and help you through your struggle. Sounds good?"
     Gene nodded, dumbfounded as Lauren handed him a scrap of paper with her address. He was so excited about receiving the address of a hot model that the thought of checking Lauren's bundle completely slipped his mind. "Thank you!" he grinned. "I'll see you soon!" With that, Gene skipped out of the gallery, not really caring enough to notice that his gait was decidedly more feminine than it was just 15 minutes ago. Yes, thought Lauren, I will see you soon. In fact, I will see the new you for the first time. And a little bit earlier than five, if everything goes according to plan.

     Gene arrived home in a good mood, overjoyed at his change in fortune. He happily dropped his bundle on the couch, took a sleeping pill to ensure a good nap, and immediately fell asleep to the sound of hypnotic messaging being relayed into his ear...
     He was having another dream. About a girl again. But this wasn't the same girl as before - her makeup was much more conservative, although she still looked quite stunning. Her name is Geneva, the same old voice said in his head. Huh. Same voice, same name, but definitely different girl. He watched as she slowly inserted large hoop earrings into her ears. They look beautiful, don't they? Yeah, the sure do, he thought to himself. You would like to feel what it's like, wouldn't you? the voice asked as the girl slowly put on a black bra and black panties. No, not really, he thought. Really? He watched the girl slip on some sparkly gold bangles and bracelets. Really... he said softly to himself. I could make it all better. I could make you feel as good as Geneva, the voice cooed. He was silent. Aw, you're just shy...Let me show you...
     He suddenly blacked out. When he 'awoke' again, he realized he was still dreaming. He was walking to somewhere...Lauren's house? But he didn't know where to go...
     I'll show you the way
     He smiled, suddenly comforted by the voice. Geneva, he thought. I'll call the voice Geneva. Such a lovely name.
     Geneva, Geneva, a wonderful name
     He smiled again, enjoying the slow rhythm of his gait, hearing a distant clicking noise in the background.
     Click, click, click click, heel to toe, heel to toe, swish your bum, swish your bum, walking to the click, click, click...
     Geneva droned on in his head for a while longer, and he paid no real attention, letting her words drive her motion. He took a minute to brush her long brown out of his eyes, then saw his destination.
     Almost there, almost there, click, click, click
     He was almost to the door step; he slowly picked up his high-heeled foot, just like Geneva told him too, and walked up to the door. He was reaching for the doorbell...
     DING DONG. Gene awoke with a start. What was that noise? He looked around. Oh, it's just the door bell... he thought to himself. Wait, the door bell? I'm at Lauren's already?
     He panicked, began to wildly look around...and noticed that all he had on were a black bra, black panties, and some matching black heels! He could feel the jewelry on his wrists, the wig on his head, and the dangling earrings bouncing on his now-pierced earlobes. Holy shit, he thought to himself. I'm dressed as Geneva again! So all he could do was smile nervously as Lauren opened the door with surprise to find this gorgeous brunette woman on her doorstep.
     "Gene?" Lauren asked, feigning surprise. "My goodness, you do have some issue to deal with. Come inside before anyone sees you." She led Gene inside and sat him down on her sofa as he began to sob. "Oh, don't cry, dear, you'll ruin the makeup on your face and get it all in your eyes," she said as she went to grab some tissues.
     "Wh..wh..why is this hap..happening to m.m.meeeeee?!?!?" he wailed as Lauren tried to console her.
     Because I decided, she thought ironically to herself. "Don't worry, I've talked with plenty of guys who have had this issue before," she soothed (leaving out the fact that she had been the instigator of many of these "issues"). "So tell me, how long have you been doing this for?"
     "A..a..about t..t..two days..." he sniffled.
     "And how completely and personally directed have these transformation been?"
     "Not...not very com..complete. I..I don't even doing most of"
     "Alright then," Lauren said, standing up as Gene's sobs slowly became occasional whimpers. "I'll tell you what you should do - You should dress like a girl as completely as possible, intentionally, on your own. Now here me out," she said, looking at the look of shock on Gene's face. "If you do it once completely right, you'll get it all out of your system. Trust me, a few of my male friends did it, and now they have no doubts about flip-flopping between male and female personas - they don't change anymore." This is true, of course, Lauren thought to herself as she gauged Gene's reaction. But instead of staying as men, Barbie, Misty, Christy, and Cassandra all want to stay as females forever. "So what do you say?"
     Gene sat there for a moment, quietly thinking. "I guess I'll do it," he said slowly, still hesitant. "But your sure this will work?"
     "It's worked the last four times, right off the bat," Lauren replied truthfully. "So I will leave you in here to change into some new clothes. You can take anything you want from my room. I'm just going to turn on some music, and leave you in peace in the bedroom. Okay?"
     Gene nodded, and was led in Lauren's large bedroom. There, she turned on some loud, thumping club music to get Gene in the mood, and shut the door. Gene began rummaging through the wardrobe, not exactly sure what he was looking for. Silently he searched for something, as he vaguely came aware that he was tapping his foot to the music. Hmmm, kind of catchy, he thought. I don't think I've heard this Beyonce song before...
     He began humming the song to himself as he looked around, until he noticed a fairly conservative black top. He was about to grab it when he thought about the lyrics to the song. the the world. Maybe I should try this instead, he thought as he reached for a sleeker, more transparent top. Nothing says 'I'm a female' more than showing off your new breasts. I need to get it out of my system all at once, so why not?
     As he donned the sleek top, he heard a voice laugh in the back of his head. Nice choice, laughed an unmistakable female voice. Gene's heart sank. Geneva? I thought she only appeared in my dreams. Am I dreaming? 
     You aren't dreaming silly. This is real. Very real. So come on, enjoy it. Let's dance to the music!
     Gene thought about resisting, but relented. I do like this song, he thought. It's so...moving. With that, he slowly began to rock to the music, then sing the lyrics that he had never heard before like he had known them all his life. Soon he realized he was dancing with reckless abandon, which was weird enough, but the worst part was he was enjoying it! Why am I enjoying dancing like a girl? he thought as he thrust out his tiny male breasts like a seasoned stripper. Why not? Don't you hear the music? It's so lovely! Put on another piece of clothing - we'll have even more fun then!
     He reluctantly stopped dancing and saw the jewelry box on Lauren's dresser. A proper woman would have some accessories, he thought. He pulled out some cute bracelets and tried them on. Instantly Gene giggled. "They're so dangly and cute!" he and Geneva exclaimed at the same time. Realizing what had happened, Gene's hand flew to his mouth in shock. "Oh my gosh!" he gasped. "I'm beginning to talk and think like Geneva! Like, why am I losing control of my mind? It only happens when...when I put on more feminine articles!" Gene discovered the horrible truth. I need to do something! Maybe if I tried putting on some more masculine clothes, the changes will stop...
     Gene quickly began rummaging through Lauren's drawers for something, anything, that was even remotely feminine. This was made very difficult by Geneva singing, the the world in his head over and over. Each drawer he opened, he found clothing that was feminine, but each drawer down the dresser, it was increasing less feminine, but with each opening and closing of a drawer without any luck, Geneva's soprano voice teasingly chanted louder in his head. Finally, in the second to last drawer, he found a pair of jeans! He immediately pulled them out and tossed them on, but alas, as he looked down at his new bottoms, he noticed...
     "Oh no! These are...girl's jeans! And they fit so snuggly too! Oh, I just love how they show off my butt!" Gene/Geneva giggled as they ran their hands up their hips. No! There must be something left that can save me! Gene thought, frantically reaching for the final drawer as he could feel his masculinity ebbing away. He opened the door...and his heart sank, because there, sitting alone in the drawer, was the most feminine, white floral top he had ever seen. Worse, he could tell by the way that he giggled with delight that this was the end of his life as Gene. "Ooooh, it's so lovely!" he cooed as he caressed the white top. Slowly, he donned the jacket-like top, and could feel a flood of feminine emotions swamp him. It was like he was still present, but not in control of his own body. Geneva was in control. She skipped to the mirror, grabbing a scrunchie along the way. She grabbed her hair, styling it into a cute ponytail, and put on the srunchie to hold it in place. Like a lock on a door, this final act seemed to seal Gene away, as Geneva was finally complete. "Don't worry, Gene," Geneva said aloud. "You can still see what I am doing, so you can enjoy the world of femininity as much as I do, but you just can't do anything about it. Teehee. Hey Lauren, I'm ready!"
     Lauren entered the room, and smiled approvingly. "You look lovely, Geneva," she said, smiling at her new bubbly protege. "What do you say about heading down to a parlor to get you nails done? I know a great place!"
     "Sounds great!" Geneva exclaimed, and practically bounded out the door with Lauren.

     The two girls stopped by Serena's makeup parlor and found Serena sitting in the empty salon. "Hello Lauren!" Serena called warmly, hugging her friend. "And you must be Geneva!" she said, turning to Lauren's friend. "That's right!" she called out cheerly. "Geneva is my real, one and only name!" Gene grimaced in the back of her mind, wondering if Serena knew the truth. "Excellent," Serena replied, taken aback by the zealousness of this new girl. Lauren really did a super job with her, she thought. Nobody would believe that she is a shemale! "Why don't we start with a mani-pedi, and maybe a little makeover while we are waiting?"
     "Lovely!" laughed Geneva, as she leaped into the chair. "Let's get started!"
     Serena set to work with her eager client. "I think a nice purple for your nails would look great," Serena said. "What do you think?"
     "Perfect! Purple is my favorite color!" Geneva smiled as she overemphasized her enthusiasm to torture poor Gene a little. It took alomst an hour for Serena to finish, which was quite a long time for the overly-energetic girly girl Geneva to sit still in a chair for. But she managed to pass her time chatting with Lauren and Serena about girly things, like boys, hair care, and great places for health food, all while Serena worker on her makeup.. Finally, it was all done. "Show me your nails, sweetie!" Lauren said. Geneva held her hands aloft eagerly. "They look sooo amazing Serena! Thank you! I just looove having my nails done!" Geneva thought about asking Gene what he thought, but the quiet sobs in the back of her mind told her that he was too broken to care.
     "You know Geneva, you used to be a painter before...umm...your transition," said Lauren as she watched Geneva play with her nails. "But looking at you now, I bet you could be a model!" Geneva turned to look at Lauren, suddenly focused and interested. As she gazed at Lauren, Lauren noticed her impeccable makeup job, with beautifully outlined eyes, delicately arched eyebrows, stunning purple eyeshadow, and the cutest pink gloss on her lips. She looks like a little doll, Lauren thought with amazement. But I love how Serena did her up to look more like a cute model than a plastic Barbie like my girlfriend. Its a subtle difference, and it works for Geneva.
     "You really think so?" asked Geneva, wide brown eyes wide. "I do," smiled Lauren. "In fact, I am ready to sign you up for a pageant in two weeks. It'll be a friendly little competition that could earn you some experience for the modelling world. What do you say?"
     Geneva smiled a big, pearly grin, beaming at her friend Lauren. "It sounds wonderful! You see, when I was an artist, I always wanted to be closer to the models and have more life-like art. Now I am my own most realistic artwork, and I'm as close to a model as I ever could be. I guess I've always just wanted to be a model! Thanks, Lauren!"
     Lauren smiled back at the bubbly girly girl before her. "The pleasure is all mine," she replied. "Now come on; we've got you some proper clothes for The Pageant in two weeks."
     With that, Lauren and Geneva thanked Serena, and exited the door towards their new life.

     One week later, Geneva stood for her first model shoot. The Pageant was only a week away, and Lauren wanted to be sure that her protege would be ready for the flashing lights of the competition. So here Geneva posed, looking quite sexy in her new gold dress that she had personally picked out. Serena had given her a choice of dresses after Geneva had returned for another makeover ("We usually give out bras and panties," Serena had said. "But you look so darn cute I'll let you choose from a bunch of dresses!"). The dress looked lovely with her newly dyed jet-black hair falling in straight  waves over it, but that wasn't the reason Geneva had chosen it. She had selected in because it was the most revealing dress of all the choices, and nicely exposed her new 34DD breasts fresh off the rack from Dr. DD's office. Pouting sexily with her collagen ejected lips and fluttering her thick, mascara-coated eyelashes, Geneva was proving to make the transition from artist to model quite nicely. The only question is, will this talent translate to success in The Pageant? We'll just have to wait and see...

1 comment:

  1. Fantastic story! Really fun and great use of the pictures, too. Thanks for this latest edition of Hypnotic Wishes. Wonderful job!