Tim woke up lying flat on his stomach. He looked at the clock on the nightstand before he felt the wetness. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a wet-dream. Alone in the home he remembered his step-mother and dad were still away on vacation. Standing up he looked at the comforter and had the urge to make the bed.
“Damn that was amazing…..I think she likes me.”
What was amazing was Mistress Fusions talents as a hypnotist. Often dismissed as a Las Vegas side show gimmick where an audience member unaware of it ends up cackling like a chicken hypnosis is life changing. Many amateur’s using it fail to realize the subconscious mind doesn’t recognize contractions like no, not, can’t, won’t. It instead flips the meaning of them so if one hears ‘you not a male any longer the mind says you are a male’.
Mistress Fusion always put her words in the proactive-positive changing ones beliefs and bringing with a strong ‘call to action’ when appropriate. Knowing nothing affirms change quite like seeing the results of action like a gathering storm repetition of the files also strengthens the new changes and deepens the belief that they are one’s truth.
After speaking out loud he bumped into the desk it was enough to activate his screen. Tim saw the words ’log-in tomorrow my pet’.
Lighting it up he walked naked with the cigarette and his I-phone into the bathroom. Tim liked doing it because it made him feel sexy in a girly kind of way. He hesitated then sat down to urinate as though it was what he was supposed to do when going to pee. A gentle calmness overcame Tim as he looked around the bathroom off from his stepmother’s master bedroom. It felt nice to be in the feminine appointed room awash in colorful tile and feminine curtains creating a mood a woman enjoys having when bathing and doing her cleansing after care.
Possessing a body that hadn’t a lot of masculine hair like his friends had he had always known he wasn’t much of an athlete. His hand drifted down and ran along his leg on finishing he wondered how nice they would feel if he shaved them. His other hand touched the sparse hair growth on his beard area.
After 35 minutes in the shower he stepped out to look at his body that no longer had hair where most young 20-something boys had. It let him realize his mother’s hair removal crème he had used worked. Tim had carefully shaved a feminine triangle on his mound, trimming it down thin left it looking so girlish. Just as he’d seen when stealing glimpses of his stepmother he tilted his head lower then lifted up to let the towel stay ‘turban’ style on his head.
Tim felt a wave of feminine feelings unlike anything he had ever felt before. With his father and step-mother gone on holiday he knew he had the home to himself for the next 3 weeks. A glimpse to his phone showed the text icon. Opening it he saw the single word from Violet Haven ‘panties’.
It was more then just a harmless word it was a ‘trigger’ word designed to activate one of the many that now were layered in his mind. His eyes went wide in delight and he knew what he must do.
In front of the mothers dresser he looked at the array of things neatly folded in one of the drawers brimming with intimate wear. Slowly gently he savored the feeling of pulling the lacy thong into place. Feeling so pretty something inside made him realize he would always want to be in feminine panties from now on. Picking up a bra gave him a sense of yearning yet he put it back deciding it wouldn’t look real enough even if he filled the empty d-cups with balled up pantyhose.
Up until that morning the home was ‘kind of clean’ by his old standards. He now had the urge to do housework until the home looked like how his mother had left it before going on the trip.
Before he had started he pulled his longish brunette hair into a ponytail no different then any other male who’d thought they were sexy he used a ‘scrungy’ to hold it in place. The trip into the large double spaced closet of the woman felt like he had discovered a lost treasure.
Choosing a peach colored cashmere sweater it felt nice over the lace trimmed satin camisole. Her pair of white skinny jeans too went on smoothly while making him feel like his bum was on display. Having been close to her size and height for the last 7 years or so he slid his feet into the pair of 3” high heels hoping they would fit.
The moment he lifted up his penis grew firm, like Dorothy clicking her heels together he felt like he was at home in the new world of women’s wear and accessories.
A pair of pearls around his neck he took to cleaning the home as though he was a housewife. Too sacred to try it he hadn’t used any makeup settling for just putting on lipstick, a quick swipe of blush on his cheeks and pair of his mother’s clip-on earrings.
Vacuuming, dusting, a load of laundry he went about it with a level of organization his mother seemed to possess when doing the domestic chores on the days their weekly Polish cleaning lady wasn’t there.
When he reached his room Tim took a couple of hits from the vaping pen if anything it made him feel a more heightened awareness of how nice feminine clothing felt. He decided to replace the tired looking brown comforter on his bed with one more feminine looking. Matching dust-ruffle in place a festive, colorful array of throw pillows now sat out from the larger lace trimmed pillow shams. Feeling the femininity expanding he took down the posters of his favorite ball team and wondered what he could use to replace them.
“I think you look nice like that honey.”
“Thank you Mistress Fusion, I’m so glad you were available to connect with me.”
Every day for the last three weeks he had had gone to her site to check in before listening to the downloaded hypnotic file’s. Professional hypnotists will tell you that there are ‘many roads that lead to Rome’ when it comes to being hypnotized. In Tim’s case he was being assaulted and overwhelmed mentally right from the get-go. The treatment washes the front of the memory clean and pushes to the background old habits and beliefs. It can be highly effective when done consistently and will take hold affirming the axiom that it takes 21 days to form a new habit.
Sleeping in his stepmothers expensive nighties he had been warned by Mistress Fusion not to ejaculate much less masturbate. The item assuring it was delivered to the home the day after he had first interacted with his new Domina.
The Friday afternoon before his parents returned had him in front of his PC sitting dressed in casual skirt and top any housewife would enjoy being in after knowing her home was clean and in order.
“I see you have gotten used to the chastity cage dear…lift you skirt show it to me.”
Tim smiled then lifted the above the knee pleaded skirt.
“How pretty, turn now bend at the waist and show off your anal plug.’
Her gurl in training flipped the skirt up and held it after lowering his mother’s panties.
“I can tell you have a lovely side to you that you want to explore…am I correct?”
“Yes my Mistress, its that ok? It feels like its growing inside me…..i just feel the need to explore my feminine side….I think she as always been there…..and I’m just realizing it now.”
“I understand dear I think you’d like me to help you….hmmm baby do you want your Mistress to help you explore more deeply what it is you feel….ask me nicely if you are to be my feminine protégé then I’ll insist you be polite and have good manners…..hmm darling are you a good gurl’.”
The trigger words ‘good gurl’ hit hard and made him speechless momentarily.
“Yes Maam I am a good gurl.”
“Honey you’re more then just a good gurl….you’re ‘my’ good gurl…I’ll insist that you learn all you need to know to always be my good gurl….such being the case I’ll have to give you a nice name…something pretty to always remind you…I like the name Amber.”
The name ‘trigger’ floored him.
“Oh Maam I’ve been dreaming that my name is Amber….you are amazing Mistress.’
“Let me hear you say ‘my name is Amber and I am a good gurl’.”
Mistress Fusion had him and she knew it as she listened to Tim speaking the name change.
“My name is Amber and I am a good gurl.”
“Yes, such a pretty thing kitten… a lovely ‘kit-kat Amber’ of a gurl.”
“Oh that makes me feel cute Maam.”
“You are cute….yet you can be a lot cuter once we have you doing things that will bring that out more in you. Do you have the package I sent? You obeyed me and didn’t open it correct?”
“Yes Maam shall I open it now?”
“You may Amber dear.”
Every time he heard his girlish name he could feel ‘butterfly’s’ fluttering in his stomach. The Mistress had set up the audio file so that the feelings would always be there using the words ‘whenever you hear the name Amber you will feel a deep sexual charge flow in your body’.
Struggling at first he managed to get the package open. Inside was a pretty box that held 3 bra and panty sets along with a ping-pong paddle and a package of what looked to be smoothie mixes.
“Lets have you slip out of your things so we can see how my girl’s new bra and panties fit. Do it in front of the cam so I can watch….I must say they do look pretty slip back into your high heels, I take it they are your mothers.”
The comment brought a cute smile to his face as he undressed. Hands on his hips he twisted and turned giving a brief glimpse into the floor mirror on the back of his door before looking at the monitor.
“Very nice Amber a gurl likes having her own things especially her intimate wear ……. I think we can trim some more fat off that frame of yours….in the box there should be a supply of smoothie drinks.”
The woman paused before speaking.
Tim’s hands dropped lifelessly to his sides while he looked giving his full attention to the screen. The moment Violet saw it she knew the trigger word was deeply entrenched within his psyche. Once more mistress Fusion said it.
“Attention….. Amber you will take your smoothie drinks every morning and work very hard at losing more weight, say yes Mistress I understand.’
“Yes Mistress I understand.”
“You want to ask me to put your profile up on my special t-gurl page……expressing your femininity through pictures and you putting in your own comments is very important to you Amber.”
Violet waited yet it didn’t take long.
“Mistress do you think you would let me put my profile up on your page, it would mean so much to me?”
“Yes amber I will, slip onto the bed and bring your paddle with you…turn your backside to the cam. I want you to spank your fanny until I see it turn red.”
Tim knowing it was on camera felt a band of humiliation flow through him while he spanked his twin cheeks.
“Very good, you’ll find your obedience pleases me and makes you feel good also….. I have made a special audio file just for you…..why after you’ve finished it wouldn’t surprise me if you want to be put on female hormones.”
Violet happened to be at her computer when the woman bumped the desk activating the screen. Her access to his computer had her watching as Mariam Tim’s stepmother walked around checking the new look of his bedroom. Having returned from the trip she was surprised to find the home clean as a whistle. It also made her curious when she saw how more feminine his bedroom looked.
Preparing it an advance for just such an occasion within seconds she had a new dialogue box she created up and also prevented the woman access to other areas of her site. The page now up was her social media site for t-gurls with 9 other images of males she had helped transform into pretty transgurls.
The woman reached behind the pillow sham to fluff it out. Pulling it out she spoke out loud.
“So that’s where my panties are…and look a pair of my stay up thigh high stockings too.”
Turning to look out the bedroom window she next saw the flat-screen was active. 4 lone pictures showed ‘her Timmy’ posing in intimate wear with the last of him dressed in one of her pretty skirt and sweater outfit’s in thigh highs and heels wearing makeup.
‘Oh my what a pretty girl………Wait is that Timmy?....is he calling himself Amber?”
She read the small dialogue box of their last message chat session.
Amber: do you think my stepmother would understand Domina Violet? She has always been so kind to me.”
A life long feminist the woman was turned on hearing Violet described as Domina and sat to read more.
Violet: from what you’ve told me she would, your mother Mariam’s not tone deaf like your father. It’s to be expected with him so many males never understand yet women are much more capable of understanding especially one so caring as you’ve said your mom is. We must remember you came to me for help. Perhaps if you sat down with her and explained things she would indeed understand. Women today are different, they are highly evolved more so then the male creature.’
The thought flashed through Mariam’s mind ‘you can say that again’ as she felt flattered reading the comments.
“Your mother sounds very intelligent I’m certain she would be capable of empathizing with you when you let her know you’ve always thought yourself to be feminine on the inside.”
“Thank you Maam, I hope she’ll accept that I am a girly girl in my heart.”
“I am more then happy to speak with her, lets remember I am a trained therapist very familiar with transgirls like the other ones with you on the t-gurl page. When sees you are wearing a chastity cage it will let her know you have no interest in using your penis as a tool of aggression like most males.’
Mariam scratched her head thinking ‘what’s a chastity cage’? She stared at the PC and spoke out loud.
“These computers they can be so intimidating …… I know kids these days like them…. I’m just glad I can read my emails and order from Amazon.”
Violet was amused and commented to her self ‘yea, kids these days like them along with about 3 billion other people in the world’.
The woman hit the keyboard and typed in the dialogue box leaving behind the words ‘anyone there’?
Violet wrote back.
“Hello Amber did you consult your stepmother about your issues like you said you would?’
Mariam hesitated then replied.
“This is Amber’s mother I’m mean Timmy’s mother, my name is Mariam and who are you?”
Back and forth the dialogue went until Violet had won Mariam over. With an element of feminism undercurrent Violet went into her deep knowledge regarding male transitioning to females. It was enough to impress the woman she knew what she was talking about.
The online conversation changed for the better once the two women could look at each other. Seeing Violet looking as normal as she looked seemed to soften up Mariam and soon they began speaking as though they’d been friends for a long time.
“Living at home is quite common for young males now days Mariam. The facts show a greater of percentage of girls in their 20’s are out of the house having jobs in the corporate world while more males live at home. More often then not young males are learning to do the domestic chores once done by girls their age. What jobs they do take are now often menial jobs.”
“Now that I think of it Violet you’re right why the other day I saw two young males getting their nails done. My hairdresser has a cute male at the receptionist desk…I guess the world is changing.”
“Yes Mariam it is. Right it off to feminist helping to create a new dynamic. It’s like they’ve helped flip the script. Its as though many girls are becoming what males used to be and the opposite is true for many young males…..I mean if it was good enough for girls to be the homemakers doing the domestic chores why not have males doing it instead right?...does that make sense?”
“Yes it does make sense Violet, your right. Having males being taught to be the homemakers is fine by me. It reminds me of the power influence of ‘clinging to the apron strings’ of the authority figure a mother like me can be.”
“The social environment these days has males being been taught new more socially accepted ways of seeing and treating females that is much different then in the past.”
“Yes Violet why I know three of my friends who have their girls playing ice hockey.”
The women paused before adding
“Now that I think of it what’s wrong with being feminine….if its good enough for us women it’s good enough for males….. it’s quite likely to be a positive experience for males right Violet?”
“I couldn’t agree more Mariam …with your Amber…is it alright with you I call her that?..... I was going to say with Amber she’s known she was a girl for quite some time yet was afraid of telling you.’’
“Yes it is alright being the step-mom I’ve always wanted to be closer then I am perhaps this is a way for me to be closer then I would have first thought.’
Violet looked at the woman and could tell she was thinking before speaking.
“You know what I’ve just decided I want to help Amber transition I think between your efforts and mine I could really help bring out her feminine side. I mean I’ve always wanted a daughter…say you mentioned chastity cages ear;ier…can you tell me more about that….. I have a hubby who would benefit from being put in one if it’s what I think it is. I guess you could say I am the controlling type.”
“Sure Mariam I guess you’ve figured it out I am a believer in a woman being a female supremacist ……that goes for being in a marriage too. In my field we call it a FLR, Female Led Relationship. I do help women our age take control of their marriage using couples therapy. ….anything that will lead the world to a matriarchy I’m all for Mariam.”
“Me too Violet….a female led relationship I like the sound of that…..we need to meet, you said you’re not to far away.”