"Seriously, can we just go? I can tell everyone I have to work tomorrow," I said.
"No," my wife, Karen, replied, "that's a lie, I'm having fun, you OWE me this, Louis."
If we weren't surrounded by her friends in the living room of someone else's house I'd have given her a piece of my mind. I took her by the arm and was about to lead her towards the door when Jill, her obnoxious best friend, tapped me on the shoulder. "Hey, don't run off so soon, Lou, we have a bet. Remember?"
"What, seriously?" I said, not amused. Jill was one of those experts on all manner of spiritual pseudosciences, and when I made the mistake of mentioning I wanted to quit smoking she insisted she could hypnotize me and make me quit. "I don't remember anything about a bet, and we were just leaving, so..."
"OK, let's pretend it's not obvious you're bullying your wife because for once in the last couple years you're doing something SHE wants instead of what you two usually do, which is watch movies about gay sailors or something..."
"British naval history is NOT about..."
"Yeah yeah yeah OK, here's the bet: I take five minutes to try and put you under, you give me five minutes of cooperation. If I don't make any headway, then you reveal me as a fraud and you can go home victorious. If I do get you under, then, well...hmmm..."
"OK, let's do this," I said, making my way to the couch and sitting down. Five minutes was a small price to pay for shutting Jill up about something for once. Karen made to object but Jill whispered something in her ear, which made Karen smile and giggle a little. I don't know what she had to laugh about but it was about to be over quick.
Jill pulled up a chair and sat across from me. "Close your eyes," she said, "and start counting down from 100. Doesn't have to be out loud, just to yourself. I'm going to keep talking while you do. Don't try too hard to listen, just let whatever I'm saying be white noise while you count." I did what she said and started counting down to myself. I considered only pretending to cooperate only to reveal myself when she thought she had me under, but I wanted to prove her wrong legitimately. Besides, I had to admit I liked the way she sounded when she was using her 'trance' voice. Softer, deeper, not nearly as irritating as usual.
"..two, one, zero." I finished counting and opened my eyes since she wasn't talking anymore. I realized I couldn't remember when she stopped talking, or even what she had said when she was. Unsurprising, I said to myself, since tuning out people I don't like is kind of a specialty of mine. I looked around and saw we had an audience of partygoers looking at Jill and I expectantly. Damn, I thought: most of the guests were Jill's friends, silly women like her and their hippie boyfriends. If I knew there was going to be this much attention I wouldn't have done it. Oh well, I thought, at least I have an audience to properly shame my 'hypnotist.' "So, now what? You slip me a 20 so I agree to pretend that worked?"
"I can't afford $20 for that, Louis, my crystal and incense budget for the month is spent already." I chuckled at that, I'll admit. "So, I'm just going to have to hope this worked. So, um, are you hypnotized?"
"No."
"Just a little?"
"Sorry, no."
"Hmm..." she said. "Well, I notice you're not standing up, are you? In fact, you are quite stuck to your..." I immediately got to my feet. "And, ladies," Jill said, "that is how you make a man do what you want. Just make it seem like it's HIS idea." Everyone laughed at that one. I got annoyed at being the butt of a not very clever joke, but smiled anyways.
"OK, good one. But you obviously did NOT put me under, so I think I win this game. Karen, we're leaving. Jill, where did you put our coats?"
"In my bedroom on the bed." I turned and walked towards her room. As I tuned the knob of the door, Jill called out, "Oh Sweety?" to me. I stopped in my tracks and turned to her, wondering why she called me that. "I just texted your phone. Once you're in there read the text and do whatever it says, OK?"
"Yeah, sure, OK," I said, walking in the room and closing the door behind me. This whole night was grating on me and I just needed a minute alone. God knows Karen wasn't going to see anything my way on the drive home. I grabbed our coats and made to walk out without checking my phone, but then decided to check it. After all, not doing what Jill told me was how she tricked me last time. Fool me once...
I opened the messages and saw that Jill had sent me a text, but it was from half an hour ago. Huh, I must have lost track of time, I thought. I opened the message and read the message:
PICK OUT A PRETTY, GIRLY DRESS FROM MY CLOSET, ONE WITH A SWISHY SKIRT AND A POOFY PETTICOAT. GET NAKED AND PUT IT ON. THEN PICK OUT PANTIES, SHOES, SOCKS , AND SOMETHING FOR YOUR HAIR, TOO. PUT THEM ON AS WELL. WHEN YOU'RE DONE, COME BACK OUT AND CURTSY TO ME WITH YOUR BIGGEST SMILE. THEN FREEZE UNTIL GIVEN FURTHER ORDERS.
I went cold when I read this. Not because it had an any effect on me, but because it matched a secret I had for a long time, a shame I never admitted to anyone. Could Karen have...No, I thought. I'd been very careful with my browser history, and it had been years since I looked anything like that up anyways. Just a coincidence she picked that as my hypnotic comeuppance.
I made to leave the room, but then decided to linger a bit. Let her think it's working while I stay in here. All the more disappointing for everyone when I walk out still dressed like a man. I looked at her closet, curious what she would have expected me to pick out for myself. My eyes settled on a floral print in the middle, white with pink flowers, short sleeves and a collar at the neck. I took it off the rack and held it up. Would it even fit? It would serve her right if I ended up tearing her dress in her attempt to shame me.
I held the dress in my hands, ready to pull it apart then walk out, saying, "Well, I tried, but it just wouldn't fit," then leave the ruined dress at her feet as I left. But which part would rip, I thought. The back, the sleeves, the middle? The material seemed heavy, so it might not tear too well in my hands, I figured. So I'll just put it on quick and flex a little. It's GOT to be too small, right? I quickly undressed and pulled the dress on over my head, settling the skirt over my hips and, with with a little difficulty, zipped up the back. I noticed then I had taken off my pants and underwear, too, which wasn't really necessary. Doesn't matter, I figured, this'll only take a minute.
I flexed and bent this way and that, trying to make the dress rip or tear, but I couldn't manage it. I'm taller than Jill, but not so much broader than I thought, I guess. Well, thee's got to be something here I can ruin. I took a white ruffled petticoat hanging next to where the dress was off the rack and slid it up my legs onto my hips, hoping it would be too small. No such luck, though, a little snug was all. I noticed the skirts of the dress were quite puffed up now. The petticoats were heavily starched and made the short dress even shorter now. I twisted back and forth watching the skirts swish up and out, like a square dancer. I felt my member swell a little as I did that, remembering my old fantasies and imagining, just for a second, what it would be like if I did march out there in this getup. Maybe, if I just pretended...No, I thought. I can't let Jill have that satisfaction ever.
But I have to ruin SOMETHING of hers. Maybe some panties. I opened the drawer and picked out what looked like might be an expensive pair, sheer pink with lace. I quickly pulled them on. Again, they were snug, but not so much that they'd tear. The feel of the soft, silky material against my cock made it jump out even more and I had to resist the urge to touch myself down there.
