Sitting on the couch Harry pulled back slightly on seeing Marion walk into the room. His hesitation informed her he was developing a level of intimidation from her presence. The smooth legs crossed at the knee there was something inside him that made ‘Trisha’ want to present himself well on seeing Marion.
There was no other way to say it the woman was highly skilled at using NLP hypnotic power words. Marion put four of them to use starting with the word ‘imagine’ as Harry and her chatted.
Just asking him to ‘imagine’ finding no reason to disagree with it his critical ‘conscious’ mind didn’t take the word as a command or a real task rather instead his brain looked on it like it was a mind game.
The HR director knew there were 3 critical steps…the 1st is attracting ones attention. The 2nd was by-passing the critical mind moving past the male-ego’s thrown-up objections to sneak into the brain through the back door of the imagination. The 3rd step was stimulating the unconscious mind activating one’s imagining.
The 2nd stage she used the word ‘You’. The word is powerful and hypnotic because of the name it refers to and represents in his case meaning Trisha. The 3rd step the word ‘because’ was used validating a logical reason as to ‘why’ he should.
Thinking on how gentle and passive the feminine gender clothing made him feel Marion spoke disarmingly.
“Imagine working in an environment you’ll find peaceful and productive not having the pressure of using critical thinking….letting someone else be the one making important decisions….Because being a secretary Trisha will allow you this personal freedom….you’ll like that honey won’t you?”
Imagine…you…because…personal. Four everyday words people take for granted unaware of how powerful they are. Imagine…it represents the freedom of youth where imagination was highly active. How many a child lives in their make-believe world whenever possible?…you…it represents one’s individuality reinforced by the word ‘personal’. Because…it answers ‘why’ validating a choice satisfying the brain’s need for a reason.
Neuro linguistic programming or NLP is the subtle use of words to bring out desired behavior in another person. Like hypnosis it is a powerful tool in creating habits in a person without them truly realizing it until it becomes an accepted practice that is reinforced the more they do it.
One has a sense of ownership in their own imagining that is deep-seated. That makes a prospect’s imagination of powerful ally to a mind-programmer. A brain doesn’t know the difference between imagining a reality and actually experiencing reality.
Being an adult pragmatism takes over yet inside the mind the power of make-believe one had as a child still exists with the same level of power if not more because one yearns to escape the daily drudgery of reality.
Harry imagining being freed from trying to find new clients and the pressure of monthly sales quota’s nodded his head before agreeing.
“Yes Ms. Marion.”
It had taken a few days yet by the end of the 5th week Harry like the others had grown use to wearing the cute looking pair of shorts with pretty high-waisted panties underneath and a bright colorful ‘V-neck’ T-shirt more often seen on a female.
With Marion in a smart looking women’s-cut business suit he felt diminished dressed so causally. It supported his growing belief she really was his authority figure and he her compliant underling. The longer she talked the more he listened never questioning her as a font of information and truth.
“You know I haven’t told the others…”
The NLP words pulled him in making him feel special.
“….you really have a nice figure Trisha…..and this hair of yours will look wonderful the more it grows out….such potential....your femininity is blossoming.”
Her hand gave a fluff to the brushed-out hair before her finger lifted his face up by the chin.
“You like having a nice figure don’t you…such pretty legs…so soft…..so smooth ….slip your shorts off show me your panties.”
“Yes Ma’am…right here?’
“We could go out into the general office area if you’d prefer Trisha.”
The shorts slid down with Harry looking to see the wet spot left from the precum stain on the panties. Showing Marion the panties with his new name ‘Trisha’ engraved on the lower left front made him feel emasculated.
The bulge of the chastity cage quite prominent under the ‘granny-panties’ his cheeks blushed as he turned away. Once more Marion lifted his chin for him to look at her.
“They’re called ‘tears of chastity’ dear….all this talk regarding your femininity has excited you.’
Just then another spool of precum wetted the area further.
“Let’s give you your panties and ‘T’ for tomorrow…hold my hand like a good girl.”
Moving to the table ‘Trisha’ saw the two different piles. The one on the right had his fresh pair of ‘granny-panties’ and a brightly colored t-shirt. Next to them was a bra and pantie set with embroidered lace edging and matching garter-belt with stockings still wrapped in the cellophane of their package.
Harry couldn’t help himself he stared at the pretty lingerie set.
“I haven’t decided yet if I continue to see progress Trisha perhaps in a few months we’ll have you lose your plain looking high-waisted panties.”
“Ma’am may I ask…what’s in the box there.”
“Here Trisha I’ll show you…..sometimes a girl likes to have a little padding …they’re called breast forms….see how realistic they look…don’t pouting nipples look pretty?…go ahead touch them…breasts are so nice see how soft yet firm they are …that’s the thing about breasts no matter how long they are being played with being malleable they always return back to the original contour.”
Marion let her hands slide down along the sides of his body.
“Can you imagine having your own pretty breasts…..the way it caresses your skin wearing lingerie feels so nice to be in…throughout her day a woman is reminded about her femininity.”
The tip of his penis oozed out some wetness as he felt the soft panties.
“More ‘Tears of Chastity’ Trisha….you look like a toddler in need of a change…slip your panties down you’ll just have to wear this clean pair….Tonight I want you to handwash the one's you have soiled…bring them in clean with you tomorrow.”
Hearing her say it Harry hoped she’d pick the pair from the lingerie set. Marion smiled
“You’re not ready for these pretties….not yet.”
After she spoke Marion gave a caress to his ball-sac.
“One day you’ll look on your chastity piece as clitty jewelry…..The road to growth comes through obedience.”
Each having been assigned to a different female senior executive reporting to the particular ‘VP’s’ top assistant the months seemed to move along with Harry taking to the name Trisha, Mark responding to the name Amber and Stan addressed as Lucille.
At the time Marion and Delilah went back and forth over it until the owner said ‘I’ve always liked BB King…lets have Stan called Lucille just like BB’s guitar. By the way have you ordered that ‘belly-bump’ simulator for next month.
“Yes it will be here in time so whenever you think Lucille is ready.”
“Marvelous let’s see in a month how he likes carrying an extra 40 pounds while trying to look pretty doing his work.”
Healthy dieting can have one losing 8 to 10 to 12 pound a month. Mingling with their HRT regimen the ‘new’ secretaries were dropping down to weight levels they hadn’t seen since their youthful days. The threat of random ‘peeing in a cup’ prevented any alcohol from being digested.
Passing the half year mark the estrogen started showing itself even more as all of them now enjoyed the comforting feel of their expanded choices of intimate wear to go with women’s-cut slacks and floral tops and flats.
Every month new feminine items became a requirement. Pierced ears gave way to regular salon appointments for their hair with facials and manicures and pedicures a regular ‘thing’. Makeup lessons followed after each hair appointment with Trisha, Amber and Lucille becoming more proficient at doing the basics.
Deciding to lose all of their ‘old’ friends assuming they ‘wouldn’t understand’ Trisha and Lucille moved into together.
Aided by the emotional upheaval brought on by estrogen the day they were told they would be using purses all the time ‘Trisha’ broke down into tears before picking out an attractive shoulder strap one of brushed tan leather.
Early on they discovered the power of strong British black tea. Calling sugar poison Marion has them sipping the tea with honey at their desks while they improved upon their secretarial skills.
It was Lucille sitting at ‘her’ workstation desk out in front of the senior VP Ellen Tremont’s office that looked up with a fright as her boss spoke.
“Excuse me Ma’am…may I run to the ladies room?”
By then regularly in 2” heels Lucille made a beeline for the loo. Once in the stall Stan did his best to lower the pair of slacks and panties at the same time before sitting down to pee. It had been one of the things the three males had made fun of..’why you women…you’re all the same…always having to use the washroom’.
Throughout their day from then on Trisha, Amber and Lucille made sure they knew where the ladies powder room was.
When Stan got the call to see Helga a bold of fear ran through him. All had learned going into her office-nurse station often brought with a new level of embarrassing feminine impact.
While each secretly contemplated the size of their breast growth in the days ahead they had talked among themselves about the breast forms Harry had seen that day with Marion. Camisoles had replaced T-shirts to go with their high-waisted panties yet none of them had yet to be put in a bra.
Walking in he saw Marion her cocked hip resting on the desk looking at the emails on her phone.
“Yaaa everything off Lucille lady….inspection time.”
Stan cringed on hearing her say it. There were days he was comfortable with his feminine name while at other times despite the estrogen and t-blockers he was still making the adjustment.
His hands secured to the bar on the wall he tried unsuccessfully to look down to see what Helga was pulling up as he stepped into it. At first he thought it must be some type of shape-wear or as his mother used to called it a ‘girdle’.
As it lifted higher he couldn’t understand why it felt like it had the weighted protrusions as the woman moved it nearly in place giving it tugs here and there.
Marion stepped forward her hand patted the smoothness of his face made so from the regular hair removal treatments.
Her eyes holding his she threw a compliment Lucille’s way.
“Very nice…a blemish free complexion… I see you’re learning the art of makeup…you know many a pregnant woman learns it’s one of the few things she can do to feel feminine despite the unsightliness she feels sometimes being with child.”
“Yaaa you like Ms. Marion?”
“Yes I do Nurse Helga…..a woman with child is always a demonstration of beauty in its own way."
Helga slapped Lucy’s fanny.
“You lift…one leg at a time…I secure tabs.’
He could feel the smoothness of the sheer stockings once they were in place. Stepping into the high heels he looked at Marion as she spoke.
“You’ll find a panel between your legs Lucille…it unsnaps easily…..you might as well accept it you’ll be put in this every morning once you arrive here….let’s have you involved in selecting your term-wear outfits.”
’Lucille’ freed from the bar turned to see he was wearing a pregnancy-simulator. The large womanly belly pushing out rested below a matching pair of hefty sized breasts.
“If people ask I’d suggest you tell them you are nearing the end of your 2nd term…if I recall you liked saying estrogen is only good for growing tits and making babies…well now you’ll appear to have both…by the way you’re between a d-cup and a double ‘d’…do you know much about the randomness of lactating…so often it comes when a woman with child least expects ….or for that matter wants it.”
Write it off to the estrogen yet Lucille started blubbering in front of Helga and Marion doing little to wipe away the tears.
“Oh Ms. Marion I was so wrong…I feel so bad about being so mean to the other women.”
Marion took note he said it as though he included himself in the term ‘other women’. On the spot feeling the visceral intuitiveness of the comment she decided she’d give him a month like that before leaving behind the days of cruelty mixed with animosity to welcome him into the sisterhood of femininity.
“There, there dear…you’ll learn to make the adjustment….let’s find you something pretty to be put in….with the added weight be mindful of your posture… you’ll have to be careful not to injure your back.”
Suddenly Lucille’s eyes grew wide. A look at Marion Helga picked up on it right away ushering Stan into the restroom in her office. Moments later they both could hear the clink of the chastity and the tinkle of the urine hitting the porcelain.
“I guess our Lucille found that panel I spoke off.”
“Yaaa…seems so Ma’am.”
The sleeves puffed out at the elbows letting the empire design of the top show off the womanly belly he carefully waddled back to his workstation.
One of the many alpha females on the sales staff happened to walk by. Staffed all female since the takeover every employee there knew of the history of the three Lucille, Trisha and Amber nary a one rarely passing up an opportunity to make them pay for their misdeeds.
“Hey Babe…you know out of nowhere pregnant women often get horny…you need an extra hand to help I’d be happy to diddle you.”
A loud bellowing laugh followed her comment as she walked away.
End of part 2 …