Daddy's Princess

Bite the Bullet

A little more happy of a caption (with some fun banter in the beginning) to celebrate the fact that I am (mostly) back from my real-life issues! Enjoy!

Role Model

Winner for caption contest will be announced tonight, so vote if you haven't!

I haven't done a nice, feel-good cap in a while, so I decided to do that today. Enjoy!

Bigger in Texas

So I have the contest winner caps for the Family Feminization Contest coming up starting tomorrow, so stay tuned for that! For now, here is a nice caps based on the old phrase, "Everything's bigger in Texas!"

Quick Cap: Touch Up

Hello everyone! First, I'd like to thank RockStar1986, Ian, Ambyr, and SaraMichelle for their appreciative comments on my HTBABB 101 Finale. It's nice to hear that you all enjoyed the series and made me happy to know that all the time and effort I put into these caps turned into some pleasure for the rest of you!

So I had promised to let you all know what I planned to do on the blog since HTBABB 101 is now over and after some thinking I've come up with a plan. I've stored A LOT of captions in a new style that I've been calling "Quick Caps" - as the name implies, they are shorter caps with less of a storyline and more emphasis on the images by putting fewer words into the caps and by putting the text onto the images so your eye doesn't have to roam back and forth. These caps are similar in style to some captioners that I respect, but I understand that they might not tickle everyone's fancy - so I'm going to try a trial run. Basically, I'm going to post one "Quick Cap" a day for ten days and I want you to give me feedback! Love them, hate them, don't have a preference - add a comment in the next ten days so I can decided whether to keep running these kinds of caps or not! 

I hope you enjoy this new style!

-Elena Starz

Rainbow Girls: A Multi-Cap "Story"

Hello everyone! Do I have a treat for you today! This post will give you not one, not two, not three, but TEN captions to look at. I've had this idea for a long caption series for a while - its based on scene girls being mocked, and turning their taunters into girls with a plethora of hair colors. The original idea for this was based on the idea of gender identity being linked to the rainbow, and each gender change representing a portion of the rainbow, but I ended up including elements of magic, hypnotism, and pageants as well. I've really enjoyed this a lot, and hope you like it as well!

P.S. Vote for your favorite Rainbow Girl by telling me who was your favorite and why in the comments below! Love to hear from you all!

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 like...like your whole perspective was changing? In a really short amount of time?"
     "What do you mean?" asked Lauren, looking puzzled.
     "Well...you 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 re..re..remember doing most of i..i..it"
     "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. Girls...run the world...girls...run 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, Girls...run the world...girls...run 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...

Hypnotic Wishes 4: Sophie and Cassandra

    Hello everybody! This is the fourth installment of the Hypnotic Wishes series. It is REALLY late (I was planning to have it done three month ago!) and I apologize for this. Hope you enjoy it anyways!

     While Misty was getting her younger 'sister' Christy ready for The Pageant, Sophie was working at the "Hypnotic Wishes" apartment for her regular job. She cured all sorts of people of a variety of common problems - only the best, most needy men deserved the 'special cure' offered by Hypnotic Wishes. There hadn't been many eligible candidates over the last couple of weeks. But all that changed when Carson walked through the door about a week and a half after The Pageant had been proposed. He was a strong, arrogant man who strode into the room with a swagger, a swagger that may have been an attempt to hide the fact that Carson was small and lean. "Hi," he greeted Sophie abruptly. "I have a problem with chewing tobacco and I hear you are good at fixing addicts like me up real quick. Got a cure for me, miss?"
     "Please, call me Sophie," Sophie replied warmly.
     "Whatever" Carson responded rudely. "So, how long is this going to take?"
     "Well, that depends," smiled Sophie. "I have a few kinds of hypnotic cures here, involving tapes, music, and good-old-fashion one-on-one hypnosis. But you seem like an eager man who wants special treatment. I can offer you my "Special Cure" if I deem you are in great need. What do you wish to get out of this?"
     "I wanna be with this girl," he replied bluntly. "Her name is Lauren, a smoking hot blonde if you know what I mean, but she says she refuses to kiss a man who chew tobacco. So I want to fix my habit and hook up with her."
     Sophie's eyes widened at the mention of Lauren and inwardly smiled. This is going to be a piece of cake. "I happen to be good friends with Lauren! Do you really wish to be with her?"
     He nodded vigorously. "Good" Sophie grinned at him. "If that is what you wish, I can use my 'Special Cure' to help you. And a tell you what. As an added bonus, I'll give you some tips on how to attract Lauren's attention, then take you to this pageant she is working at in three weeks or so. I can reintroduce you and you'll be on your way!"
     "Sounds perfect!" Carson exclaimed. "What do I gotta do?"
     "It's simple." Sophie walked back to her vanity, rummaged around until she found a pink can labeled "Bimbo Gum". She hastily tore of the tape label and handed Carson the can. "There's some special gum in here that should help you out. Chew this at all times and leave it in your mouth when you sleep so you can digest the juices for longer. One piece should last an entire day and you shouldn't have any urge to chew tobacco at all! Just come back here in a week for a checkup and your first lesson on how to attract attention from Lauren!"
     "Alright. Later!" he called and stormed out, can in hand, without saying thanks. Yes, this is almost too easy, she chuckled to herself. I suppose Lauren deserves to have this poor man as her pageant contestant, but he walked right into my arms! What was I supposed to do? Oh well. I'll just call Lauren and talk to her about it.
     Sophie immediately walked over and picked up the phone to call her friend. She explained the situation and Lauren was perfectly fine with it. In fact, she was ecstatic!
     "Oh yeah, I remember that guy! I thought he would have made a perfect candidate for our pageant, but I decided against using him. By all mean, go and head and hypnotize him, Sophie! He deserves it!"
     "Well, I'm not exactly going to hypnotize him. I found this special "Bimbo Gum" online that will serve my needs. Just like the gum, he'll slowly become softer until he's putty in my hands!"
     "Brilliant, just brilliant!"
     "Thanks. Hey, have you found your candidate yet? I heard that Barbie is still looking around."
     "Yep, I'm working with my candidate right now! Those tapes you gave me worked like a charm! Anyways, I've got to get back and check on her makeup. Call me after your next session with Carson!"
     "I will! It ought to be about a week. Talk to you then!"

  
     Carson did just as Sophie told him, popping a piece of gum in his mouth everyday and sleeping with it in his mouth. He felt kind of funny during the process, feeling light-headed and slightly confused often. Even weirder was that fact that all of his body hair was slowly falling off and his skin was becoming a lot smoother. He wrote this of as a side-effect of the gum and tried to remember to ask Sophie about...about...what was he supposed to ask her? Oh, it can't be that important, he giggled to himself. It's curing my tobacco problem and that's all that matters.
     The week passed by quickly, with the subtle changes occurring daily, and finally it was time to visit Sophie again. Carson knocked on Sophie's door, vaguely disturbed by the fact that he had walked heel-to-toe, wiggling his bum the entire way from his house. She opened the door and led him over to her table, pulling out his chair for him as he slid into his seat with his legs together. "So," she asked as she sat down. "How's the treatment been coming along?"
    "It's been, like, totally great," Carson answered, bemused at his almost feminine tone. "I, like, haven't touched tobacco in forEVER! Except there was, like, one or two problems..." He scratched his head. "But I, like, just can't remember!"
    "That's quite alright," Sophie smiled. "Now, let's talk about your ability to get Lauren to notice you. Come over to the mirror here."
     Sophie led Carson over to the vanity and stood over him as he sat down. "The first thing we need to do is draw attention to those beautiful eyes of yours," Sophie said. "The best way to do this is by outlining your eyes, like this." She demonstrated how to apply eyeliner. "Why don't you try it?" she asked, and smiled as she watched Carson shape his other eye flawlessly. That Bimbo Gum sure is amazing, Sophie though to herself.   Carson probably hasn't been within ten feet of a makeup kit in his life, yet the enzymes in the gum activate his feminine side instantly!
     "Perfect!" Sophie exclaimed. "Now try adding a little eyeshadow...good, that's just how you do it! Okay, Carson, let's try applying mascara..."
     "Like, I totally know how to do that!" exclaimed Carson, as he got to work curling his eyes into the most delicate and thick shape. "How's that?" he asked as he finished.
     "It's great!" Sophie smiled. "See how much prettier your eyes are!"

     "Yeah, they are TOTALLY hot," he breathed. But aren't I wearing makeup? Carson thought to himself, confused. And didn't I, like, totally just apply it on my own? Oh well. I do look quite stunning.
     Sophie continued her tutorial (or more like a guidance, considering how much Carson knew about makeup), helping him shape his eyebrows, apply blush to his cheeks, and gloss his lips with peach lipstick and lip gloss. Carson was a little bemused by his inherent ability to apply makeup, but he was too worried about looking perfect to care at the moment! Finally, after finding the makeup satisfactory, Sophie informed Carson that he was going to have a new name. "You're new nickname will be Cassandra." she said. "It is very elegant, yet very feminine."
     Carson looked at her dazedly. "But why do I, like, need another name? My name is Carson."
     "True, but Lauren likes to give her boyfriends nicknames, so she can feel more comfortable with them. And Cassandra is such a wonderful name. Much better than boring old Carson."
     "Yeah, I guess it is," Carson/Cassandra smiled dreamily. "Cassandra. I like that name."
     "Oh, and one other thing." Sophie said. She went into the back bedroom and brought out a black wig, pink panties and a pink bra, with matching pink top and miniskirt. "Put these on. Lauren also likes a man who is in touch with his feminine side..."
     This is too much, Carson grumbled to himself as he slid on the panties. I'll look like a fool in these panties. They're so - Oh! They're so soft in silky! This feels amazing! I wonder what the bra and blouse feels like...
     And with that Cassandra eagerly dawned her new clothes, marveling at how well they fit her body. When Sophie slipped the wig on her head, she though she would die from the ecstasy. "You like this, I can tell." smiled Sophie. Cassandra could only nod her head in agreement. "Well then you'll love what I have ready for you next. I signed you up for a session with a doctor friend of mine. What do you say we head on down?"
     "Like, totally!" Cassandra squealed, and instinctively reached for the purse that Sophie had so kindly gave her. "Let's go!"

     Cassandra and Sophie then went straight downtown to Dr. DDs. The Doctor greated Cassandra warmly and explained what was going to happen. Wouldn't that be kind of hard to undo? Carson's voice pipped up inside her head, but a small dose of anesthesia eliminated any ability to think. When Cassandra came to, she had a lovely new pair of CC breasts supported by a sexy red bra. "Welcome back, Cassandra," smiled Sophie as she watched Cassandra groggily play with her new assets. "Lauren will love your new boobs. Perfect and round, but not too big. We can increase the size later if you want. Here have some gum..."
     Yeah, maybe we could make them bigger... Cassandra thought happily as she daintily chewed her gum. "Thank you so much, Dr. DD!" she gushed happily. "I hope that I can repay you in some way!"
     "Oh, don't worry about it," the Doctor smiled. "As long as you are happy as you are..."
     "Alright Cassandra, that's enough. It's almost night now and I think you would look fantastic in a tight little dress at a club! Come on, I've got just the thing!" Sophie said as she led her hypnotized protégée out of the office. Cassandra quickly slipped on her top and blew the Doctor a kiss as she trotted out with Sophie.
     When they got back to Sophie's, Sophie went straight to her closet. "I've got to find the dress for you," she called out as she rummaged through her things. "Freshen up your makeup" Cassandra did this without question and in about 10 minutes Sophie came back with a tiny one piece cocktail dress. "Slip this on," she said. "I bet you'll look stunning." Cassandra complied and gasped at how tight the dress was. She felt like she couldn't breathe, but was pleased to see how the dress pushed out her new breasts beautifully. "This looks amazing," she choked out through sallow breaths. "But does it have to be so tight?"
     "Of course, silly," Sophie chuckled. "Beauty is pain. Plus, Lauren just loves a friend who would put herself through such pains to catch her attention. So come on, lets go. I'll tell Lauren to meet us there."

     Cassandra's eyes lit up at the thought of finally getting to see Lauren and see what she thought of him - or rather, her - new look. After throwing on a pair of 5" black pumps, spritzing on some perfume, and throwing away her gum, Cassandra was hurried into Sophie's car and driven to the club.
     When they arrived, Sophie picked her way through the crowd, leading Cassandra over to the bar. Along the way, many of the men in the club tried to pinch Cassandras's sweet and exposed ass cheeks, which began to worry Cassandra. Why are guys trying to cop a feel? wondered Carson, a voice buried deep in Cassandra's mind. Eventually, however, they reached their destination. Sophie brought Cassandra over to a man at the bar and introduced him. "Cassandra," she said. "This is Larry. He will be your date tonight."
     Date? Carson's voice questioned, as the effects of the Bimbo Gum began to wear off. Suddenly Carson remembered everything that had happened that day; the makeup session, the trip to Dr. DD's, trying on the tight dress he was in. "What did you do to me?" Cassandra screamed at Sophie as Larry pulled her by her hairless arm out onto the dance floor. On the dance floor he took her in his arms and began to slow dance with her to the smooth song playing over the speakers. "Stop it, stop it!" she sobbed as she felt him squeeze her bare ass.
     "I don't think you want that," he whispered in her ear. "You see, I know who you are, and I am quite willing to share this secret with everyone else around here. Who would believe you anyways? Besides, you should enjoy this respite while you can. When the beat starts flowing again, the real fun starts..."
     Cassandra didn't like the way Larry smiled when he said that, but said nothing, realizing that she was trapped. After about five minutes, the beat picked up, and Larry kept his word. He began grinding on the helpless Cassandra, playing with her new nipples as she moaned softly, not believing that she was actually enjoying the feelings he was giving her. "Why are you doing this?" she groaned.
     "Because this is what you want. YOU wanted to get closer to Lauren...now you are getting your wish! See, I am Lauren! I'm a T-girl, just like you - I just have my tits bound down to give me the appearance of a man. So now, you are going to return the favor by giving me something I want tonight..."
     Cassandra then gasped, partially at the explanation of Lauren/Larry, and partially at the feeling she got as Lauren pulled Cassandra back on her rock-hard she-cock. At that very moment, something in Cassandra's mind snapped. Whether it was from the long term effects of repeatedly chewing the Bimbo Gum, or from the huge shock that she got from the truth, or from the orgamic feeling she was getting from Lauren's cock rubbing between her ass-cheeks, the tiny amount of control Carson held over his mind completely snapped. A flood of feminine, bimbo thoughts flooded Cassandra's head, so much so that Carson was washed away permanently. For the rest of the night, Cassandra danced with reckless abandon, on Lauren, with Sophie, and on just about any man in the club who got close to her.

     Two weeks later, Sophie visited Cassandra to see how she was shaping up. She had not needed to give Cassandra any Bimbo Gum for over 10 days now and had found that Cassandra was self-motivated to win The Pagaent. Although Cassandra claimed that it was to show herself off for Lauren, Sophie secretly believed that Cassandra was simply such a girly girl now that she couldn't resist the chance to dress up fancy! When Sophie walked in to Cassandra's office, her thoughts were confirmed. Cassandra was  in the middle of a photoshoot for Lauren. She was decked out in a tiny pink miniskirt, with a tight, low cut pink blouse that showed off her new FF breasts. The rest of attire was equally feminine, with starch white stockings adorned with pink flowers, matching pink pumps, glossy pink lipstick, and her beautiful black hair in cute pigtails. Sophie almost laughed when she realized that the former Carson look even more sissy than the frilly pony behind her. It just goes to show you, Sophie thought to herself. Carson truly loved Lauren's feminine beauty. Now Cassandra is perfectly in love with an even more feminine woman: herself.

Hypnotic Wishes Part 3 - Misty and Christy

Part 3 Hypnotic Wishes storyline.  

     Two weeks after the 'birth' of Misty, Barbie, Misty, and Lauren all met at Sophie's apartment to discuss future business ventures. Sophie had created a hypnotic video recording that was laced with subliminal thoughts to turn any man into their dream(girl).
     "I love it!" said Misty after viewing the preview Sophie had prepared. "Anything that could make boys as happy as me is good, but this video looks like it has amazing potential! Even I could make a woman out of a man with this at my disposal!"
     "Yeah!" agreed Barbie. "But I must say that I'm pretty good at this hypnosis thing myself. I don't even need this new video!"
     "Please," chuckled Lauren. "Let's not forget that I was the one who hypnotized you, Barbie. I definitely have a leg up on you in our little profession."
     "But I fully hypnotized Mark into Misty," argued Barbie. "You had to give me a choice to live life in skirts, which I'm glad I took, but you didn't finish the job as well as me..."
    "Now, now girls," smiled Sophie. "Sounds like we have a little disagreement on our hands. So how about a little friendly competition? We are always looking to expand our brand and I need someone to test out the new video hypnosis. So why don't we all try to hypnotize one boy of our choice within a month. After that, we can hold a competition for our new 'girls', including a swimsuit, formal dress, and talent contest. Then, whoever's hypnotized 'girl' is deemed the most thoroughly hypnotized and best performer will earn bragging rights in our little group. Even I'll join in the fun!"
   "Sounds like a great idea!" exclaimed Misty, and the other girls nodded in unison.
   "Then its settled," said Sophie. "We can iron out the details over the next month, but the official competition begins now! We all have one month. Good luck to all!"

     Misty spent the next week looking around for suitable candidates for the competition, but no man had the right build or looked easily enough to trick. So with an extended break from her job beginning in a day, Misty made plans to return home to her mom and younger brother. She had informed her mother, Charlotte, of the changes that had occurred in the past month, which actually excited her mother, who had informed Misty that she always wanted a daughter to help her around the house after Misty's father had died. But Misty's 18 year old brother, Chris, had not been informed of the gender change, so when Misty walked in the door, Chris was more than a little shocked.
     "Well, hello there beautiful,"  Chris said, not realizing that the beauty he was hitting on was his sibling. "What brings you here?"
     Conveniently, Charlotte walked in that moment and greeted Misty. "Welcome Misty! It's been so long!" she said.
     "So long?" asked Chris, confused. "Mom, I know that I would remember this hot girl if I'd seen her before. Who is she?"
     "Well Chris," Misty said, taking in a deep breath. "I'm Mark. Or rather, I was Mark."
     At first, Chris was still confused, until the realization hit him. "Mark?" he asked in disbelief. "My older brother? You're a...a girl?"
     "That's right," smiled Misty. "I transitioned into womanhood about a month ago."
     "Well, I can see that this is a lot to register," interrupted Charlotte quickly, noting the shocked and slightly angry face of her youngest son. "Chris, why don't you help Misty carry her things to her room?"
     "Fine" Chris answered sullenly. He roughly grabbed Misty's bag and motioned for her to follow him up the stairs to her old bedroom. He dumped he bar on the bed and growled at her, "Here's your old room. I'm sorry its not all pink and fluffy like a tranny like you may like, but its a nice, normal room to sleep in."
     With that derogatory comment, Chris stormed out of the room, shouldering past Misty and Charlotte to get access to his room, where he promptly slammed the door shut.
     "He doesn't seem to be that open to this idea  of me becoming a woman," sighed Misty.
     "Yes, I'm sorry he was so mean to you," Charlotte said. "I have a feeling that part of this is because of the friends he's been hanging out with lately. They are very homophobic and against anything that isn't heterosexual, and Ive been noticing that their views have been rubbing off on Chris. I just can't think of anything that could turn him around and make him see that inside you are still the same sibling he loves."
     Misty flashed her mom a sad smile of thanks as she thought about how it used to be between Chris and her. There was no way for Chris to understand what life is like now for her. Unless...
     "Mom, I think I may have an idea," Misty suddenly said. "What if I could make Chris experience that which he fears so he can get a little empathy for me and other transsexuals?" She quickly explained her side-job with Sophie, Lauren, and Barbie and told Charlotte all about the competition that was going to go on in a month. "You always said you wanted a daughter. You could have two daughters to discuss shopping, makeup, and boys with for as long as you want me to hypnotize Chris. All I would have to do is take Chris to a vacation house that Lauren owns and I could make him understand what I'm going through!"
     "It sounds like a great idea!" exclaimed Charlotte. "I'm okay with you doing this whenever you like."
     "Great!  Then I'll go tell Chris about our 'vacation' now!" said Misty.

     Misty left her room after her mom had gone downstairs. She was excited at the prospect of letting her brother experience the joy of being a girl, while additionally taking care of her protege for the hypnosis competition. She softly knocked on her brother's door, who gruffly allowed her entrance. "What do you want?" he growled.
     "Well, Chris, I know my transition has come as a shock to you, so I wanted to help us get back to the way we used to be," said Misty. "Let me take you to a vacation house for the week. We can bond and reconnect and I can dispel any fears you have about me."
     "Humph. Like we could ever go back to the way things were," muttered Chris. "You are a prissy little transvestite sissy, not anything like the brother I once had."
     Misty sighed. "Chris, what is it you want from me? I'm trying to help here."
     "I want my brother back! I want us to both be heterosexuals who like the same gender, to be able to talk about the same things again, to do fun things together that we both want to do. That's what I wish."
     "Well, then let me try to do that. Just come on this trip with me! Mom's already approved it. What have you got to lose?"
     "Fine," Chris reluctantly agreed. "But I want my wishes satisfied, or I won't be happy with this change."
     "Oh, don't worry," Misty smiled. "Wishes will definitely be fulfilled. We'll leave tomorrow. Pack light!"
     So the next day, Misty and Chris got up early and traveled  out for two hours out into the isolated place where Lauren's vacation house was located. They entered the two-bedroom house and placed their clothes in their respective rooms. After that, Chris made a beeline for the large plasma screen TV in the main room, in an obvious attempt to tune out Misty. However, Misty secretly smiled, as she knew that the TV was already set up with the hypnotic video that Sophie had created.
     "Come on, Chris," Misty said in fake frustration. "Let's talk about our feelings."
     "Hell no," answered Chris as he reached for the remote. "I am going to enjoy this break my way, which means chilling out with some shows for a few hours."
     "Alright," Misty sighed, feigning remorse. "I guess I'll just go into town to by some new clothes. I'll be back for dinner. Oh, and the speakers on the TV don't work, so you have to put on those headphones over there."
     "Sweet. Later!" Chris said as he unknowingly slipped on the hypnotic headphones.
     "Yes. See 'you' later," Misty smiled as she slowly closed the door to the house. Once she left, Chris immediately turned on the TV and was pleased to see a video of a skimpily clad, busty girl on the screen. He watched the program with beautiful, provocative woman for over two hours as the headphones slowly began to fill his head with subliminal thoughts. After about three hours, the screen went fuzzy for a minute, and a picture of Misty appeared on the screen. "Hello, Chris," Misty said to the half-aware, half-hypnotized Chris. "Your name is now Christy. You will respond to the name Christy at all times from now on. You will now be recieving some commands from me. You will not remember this hypnotic session, but the commands I give you will be ingrained in your concious forever. Do you understand, Christy?"
     "Yes" Chris mindlessly replied.
     "Excellent," said Misty's image. "From now on, whenever I say, 'Silly Miss Christy', you will fall into a deep hypnosis as Christy, and when I say, "Christy complete', you will come back to full awareness as Chris, but without recollection of our discussion during hypnosis. But for now, listen to my voice, and absorb its message." Then she disappeared and closeup of a woman's face appeared on the screen.
     Christy, Misty's voice said your favorite color is purple. So naturally, you love the feel of beautiful purple eyeshadow on your eyelids. You want to curl your eye lashes with mascara, make them full and lush. You need to tweeze and shape your eyebrows into a perfect feminine arch permanently. If any of these things are missing from you appearance, you feel feel incomplete. 

     Next, the beautiful eyes disappeared and a pair of luscious red lips appeared on the screen. Christy loves wearing beautiful lipstick. Shaping your lips into a perfect cupids bow, making them full and plump, and making them shiny and red practially makes you orgasm. You cannot walk around for a minute without your lip stick and lip gloss on your face. And of course, you always carry your lip stick, lip gloss, compact mirror, and other cosmetics at all times, because freshening up regularly is a requirement for the beautiful Miss Christy.
     After that, the lips faded away into a variety of images of dresses, skirts, panties, bras, nylons, and heels. Dressing appropriately is the most important thing to Christy. Boy clothes are absolutely prohibited.Dresses or skirts are a requirement at all times. You will feel naked without them. Christy will need to wear a matching set of panties and a bra also, especially once her new breast grow in! Christy loves high heels too, liking how they force her to take petite steps and sway her hips sexily like the sissy she is. 
     Chris sat in his hypnotic stupor for over 10 hours, watching the images of makeup, dresses, heels, prancing girls, and listening to the hypnotic commands of the tape. At first, Chris just noticed the girls in the video. Then, he began to notice what they were wearing. How the walked. How they applied makeup and chose the right colors for their complexion. Finally, for the last couple hours, Chris want to be those girls. He yearned to have long hair, makeup, a short skirt, and heels. Misty finally came back later in the night, pleased with the way Chris mindlessly sat, absorbing the messages from the video and headphones. She finally turned off the TV and escorted Chris to bed, leaving the headphones on overnight. Finally, the two siblings fell asleep, one thinking about dresses and makeup and walking in heels, the other thinking about the fun day ahead tomorrow.

     When Chris woke up the next day, he was alone, unaware that Misty had already woken up and removed the headphones from Chris' head to prevent any suspicion of her plan. He groggily got up and took a shower. Absent-mindedly, he used Misty's flowery shampoo and even began to shave his body. What am I doing? Its almost like Misty is rubbing off on me. Every since she's been here, I've been been acting really weird, thought Chris angrily. Oh well, I might as well make everything smooth since I'm already 90% done...
     Then Chris reentered his bedroom and went to his duffel bag to find his clothes. However, something was wrong! Jeans were still in his bag, but they were skinny girl jeans! Even worse, there were no sign of his briefs - just a pair of panties and a matching bra! "Misty!" Chris yelled as Misty came to the door. "Where are my clothes?"
     "They're all there in your bag in in the closet," she answered innocently.
     "No they're not! There is only girls clothes! What the hell did you do with my stuff?" he screamed.
     "I didn't do anything with them. You still have jeans, undergarments, and a top, just like before," she answered, smiling.
     "This isn't funny! This is serious!" he said, jabbing a finger in bosom. "I can't go around looking like...like...like a sissy transvestite like you!"
     "Of course this is serious," she replied, suddenly serious, as she slapped him across the face. "You need to learn some manners. First, you don't go around poking girls' boobs. Second, you need to be more respectful to transvestites and even other girls! So that's why we're here. I got mom's approval to set whatever punishment I want to slap some sense into you. And that's what I intend to do. You will spend the next week as a girl like me, doing whatever I say, whenever I say it, without complaint."
     "You can't do this to me!" shouted Chris, looking both furious and scared at the same time. "I'll run away!"
     "Good luck with that," Misty retorted. "We are 20 miles from any other town, in a gated facility, with all the locks geared against you escape. And even if you do escape, where would you go? Mom won't take you back until I approve of our little training session and you'll look mighty strange pleading for help in a skirt and heels."
     "Then I just won't do what you say!" Chris argued, seeing his options beginning to slip away.
     "That's the best part," answered Misty. "I don't have to do much to motivate you. Let me show you. I am going to leave and wait half an hour. By then, I expect you to have put on panties, a bra, a wig, some other clothing, even some light makeup. I'm feeling so generous, that I'll let you pick out the clothes and your wig. You can choose the most masculine clothes you want - it just has to be in your bag or in the closet. Your wig choices are in the closet. Good luck, CHRISTY."
     With that, Misty left the room and locked the door, leaving Chris fuming and on the verge of tears. She can't do this to me! he whined to himself. Maybe I should defy her and just go au natural all week. Then again, I guess it couldn't hurt to see if she left any guys clothing lying around by mistake...
     So Chris made a beeline for the closet and threw the doors open. To his dismay, there were nothing but skirts, heels, a few wigs, and drawers full of panties, bras, and tights. He was about to slam the closet door when his eyes came to rest upon a pair of purple panties...and instantly his mind was flooded with hundreds of pictures of panties flashing over and over again in his head! When he cleared the images from his mind, he had already put of the purple panties and was just clasping a identically colored bra onto his chest. What the hell just happened? he asked himself. I definitely don't remember putting these on! All I did was look at the closet...
     And once again, after a quick glance at all the feminine clothing in the closet, Chris' mind lost control of his body as it was bombarded with images of skirts, heels, dresses, nylons, leggings, and blouses. When he came to again, he had donned a pair of opaque black tights, a purple pencil skirt, and was finishing tying the laces on the small black boot on his foot. Why is this happening? he moaned. This must be what Misty was talking about. At least I'm wearing boots instead of a true heel. But maybe I can stop it! All I have to do is stop looking at the clothing...
     But unfortunately for Chris, his eye glanced at the long blonde wig in the closet as he attempted to avert his eyes from the closet. After another round of subliminal images of flowing hair, heavily madeup eyes, thick lashes, and plump red lips, Chris didn't regain control until he heard Misty's voice calling, "Almost done in there? It's been over an hour..." When he became aware of his surroundings, he realized that he was putting on some final touches of mascara to his eyelashes, which perfectly matched his lavender eye shadow and pink lipstick. He rushed out of the bathroom to the full length mirror in his bedroom and was shocked. There stood  a very attractive girl with wavy blonde hair and a cute purple, floral top. "Is that really me?" he wondered aloud as he ran his hand through the golden locks on his head.
     "It is, Christy," answered Misty as she walked into the room, looking at her sibling from head to toe. "You look absolutely beautiful. How do you feel?"
     Well, I got to say, I do look pretty hot, admitted Chris as he looked into the mirror again. And although all the feminine clothing feels weird at first, its actually kind of nice! I'm actually liking dressing as a girl! But I can't tell Misty that!
     "This is terrible! Why would you do this to me?" he moaned. "I look so frilly and sissy. It makes me sick!"
     "Really?" smiled Misty wickedly. "I was hoping you'd say that. You aren't even dress half as feminine and prissy as you could be. Instead of being thankful, you whine and moan. So I am going to show you what a real sissy looks like...Silly Miss Christy!"
     With that phrase, Chris instantly became hypnotized and was putty in Misty's hands. "Excellent." said Misty. "Christy, after this conversation, you are to make yourself appear as frilly and feminine as possible. Hairstyle, makeup, dresses, everything. Chris will be fully aware of what you are doing, but will be unable to stop from beautifying himself. Understand?"
     "Yes Misty!" squealed Christy. "I'm so excited to be a girly-girl!"
     "Great," Misty grinned. "Christy complete! You brought this upon yourself, Chris!"
     "What do you mean?" Chris sneered. "Like you could do anything to me in the last 5 seconds-"
     Instantly, Chris' body stripped down to nothing but the panties, bra, and the wig. "What's going on! I can't move!" Chris yelled as his body made moved towards the closet and grabbed the most feminine see-through babydoll and put it on. Chris was still yelping as he moved into the bathroom and his hands grabbed the curling iron. Chris moaned helplessly for the next two hours as his hands curled and twisted the blond hair on his head into a variety of sausage curls and ringlets until his entire head was covered in curly blonde rings. Next, silver earrings were jammed into Chris' lobes, causing him quite a bit of pain in addition to his same. After the earrings, a silver necklace, and all of the feminine curls on his head were in place, all Chris could do was wait meekly as his hands got to work on his makeup. His eyebrows were waxed and shaped into a thin and feminine arch and his lips were painted into a perfect, shiny red cupid's bow. An excessive amount of eyeliner and lavender eye shadow was used to draw his eyes out wide and make them pop, while lots of mascara was used to curl his eyelashes into the most dainty and long feminine eyelashes. After four hours without control during his sissification, it took all of Chris' willpower not to break down in tears as the girl in the mirror practiced primping her golden curls, batting her eyelashes, and blowing juicy kisses to the mirror for another full hour. Finally, his body flounced into the room, curls bouncing, and stood in front of Misty, who was grinning ear to ear. "Why Christy," she exclaimed. "I love this look so much! It's so feminine and perfect! I think you ought to spend the rest of the day like this, don't you?"
     "Oh yes Misty!" Christy answered eagerly, as Chris screamed inside his head, now having lost control of his speech as well. "It be just like a wanted! We can be siblings again with a lot in common and a lot to talk about! Like dresses, makeup, shopping, and boys!"
  

Part 4: The Competition will be posted at a later time. Here is a sneak peek at Christy's competition attire...

Becoming Bimbos

It's very hard to resist when your IQ is lower then your bra size. Ask these (wo)men.