Dressing Down Ch 01

"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.

I finished up with some knee length stockings I thought would get a run in them (no luck), some Mary Jane shoes with a bow on top (how are her feet the same size as mine), and, desperate now, a pink barrette with a bow. Well, that was a bust, I though , looking down at my outfit which unfortunately fit perfectly. Annoyed at wasting so much time when I could be watching Netflix at home, I grabbed the coats and walked out of the room, ready to content myself by telling Jill her 'hypnosis' didn't work.

I was halfway back to Jill when I heard the giggling. And I didn't make the connection until I was standing in front of her and about to say, "Sorry, Jill, but I'm still dressed as a man. Better luck next time." But the words stuck in my throat as I looked down. I got so caught up in trying to ruin Jill's clothes, I forgot to take them off! I froze, panicking. I wanted to run but knew I'd be laughed at even more than I was right now. Everyone was gathered around in a circle as Jill and Karen, side by side, smirked at me standing before them. I felt myself harden, the humiliation perversely turning me on. Worried that they'd see me 'growing' down there, I took the skirts of the dress in my hands, spreading them out and forward. I felt wobbly now, off balance, disoriented. I tried to take a step back with my left foot, but it ended up behind my right and, feeling like I might fall over, I bent down with both knees. I stood up again and, not knowing what else to do, I smiled, hoping they'd think I was in on the 'joke.' I stood there like that, hoping someone would say something, then realized: I just did everything Jill told me. Every single thing.

All around me I heard pictures being taken with smartphones. Jill walked up to me and whispered in my ear, "Sweety, you might be a man, but from now on, you're going to behave just like a little girl. A little girl who's VERY embarrassed right now, and has no dignity at all, and cannot run away. What do you suppose she'd do? Answer me, Sweety."

"Cry," I whispered back, my lips quivering even as I smiled.

"Oh, she'd do more than that. What would she have, Sweety? What would a three year old girl have?" Jill said, still whispering.

"Tan...tantrum," I said, feeling my control slipping away.

"On the count of three, you will be three. You will cry, and pout, and whimper, and roll around the floor in a terrible tantrum. The more embarrassed you get, the worse it will be. You'll kick your legs and show off your panties to everyone. And you will be VERY aroused. Understand, Sweety?"

"Yes," I said, my voice barely registering to my own ears.

"One, two..." Jill said for everyone to hear. My body quivered, thinking she might change her mind, or it might not really work, that I was just psyching myself out.

"...three!" My legs turned to jelly as I dropped to the floor. My eyes burned as tears quickly formed. I tried to be quiet but instead howled and cried, rolling on the floor and kicking my legs as I contorted my face in pouts and uncontrollable sniffles. Sure enough, my dress ended up over my head quickly and I felt my cock rock hard against my panties. Everyone, including Karen, laughed and pointed, which only made me cry and scream more.

After a minute of this, Jill said, "OK, that's enough. Sweety, ah-ten-SHUN!" Hearing that, I shot up to my feet, hands to my sides and stood frozen at attention. I couldn't even move my eyes as Jill walked a slow circle around me, looking me up and down. "So, would you say you're hypnotized now, Louis?"

"No, um, no ma'am." The crowd chuckled when I called her that. I couldn't help myself.

"Well, let's review: You're dressed like a little girl in front of everyone, curtsyed for me, had a temper tantrum like a toddler, and now you're standing at attention. Sure you aren't hypnotized?"

"Well, I can explain most of that..." I said.

"Can you explain the cute little dance you're going to do for your wife?" Jill said.

"Huh, what are you talking about?" I said as Jill whispered something to Karen. Karen looked at me with a gleam in her eye and walked up to me so we were nose to nose.

"Louis, I mean, Sweety," Karen said, "You're wearing magical dancing shoes, and when I snap my fingers, they'll make you do the most adorable dance for us. And you'll tell everyone you see that you're a little dancing girl and beg them to watch." And before I could respond, Karen stepped back and snapped her fingers.

My feet felt like they they were filled with jumping beans, and I tapped and pranced around as quick as I could. My hands went to the hem of my dress, spreading my skirts out wider as I smiled and winked in an effort to be more adorable. A partygoer held up her phone to record me, and I tapped over to her and chirped, "I'm a little dancing girl! Watch me DANCE!"

I did this over and over again, making sure every single person in the room know I was a dancing girl and making sure they saw me dance, like a child would. One man tried ignoring me and walking away, and I became so frightened that he wouldn't see me dance I danced as fast as I could in front of him and, when he tried again to leave, I dropped to my knees and cried, "PLEEEASE, Mister! I HAVE to dance for you! I'm a little dancing GIRL!" I felt mortified by what I was doing, but I couldn't stop. Tears came to my eyes, and before I knew it I was loudly crying and whimpering even as I shook my butt trying to keep dancing. The man made to step back and I grabbed his hand and kissed it, over and over, blubbering now that I was a dancing girl.

Finally he nodded his head and I shot up to my feet and danced even faster, big smile on my face even as I kept crying. I saw him turn and smile to his friends, then turn back to me and frown. I became petrified that he might not think I'm adorable enough, so I lifted my skirts and did my best Can-Can dance. Everyone laughed, including him, which embarrassed me even more, which made me cry even harder. But I couldn't stop dancing.

"Are you hypnotized, Louis?" Jill yelled out.

"No, I'm a little dancing girl! Are you watching? " I said, kicking my legs even higher.

"But why are you dancing in a little dress?"

"Because the magic shoes are MAKING me!" I cried, knowing that didn't make sense but had to be the only explanation.

"Sweety," Jill said, "you're a rag doll." As soon as she said it, I collapsed in a heap on the floor, too tired to do anything. After a minute, Jill said to me, "Go back to my room, Sweety. I've got lots more outfits for you to try on, and so many games to play." Getting back to my feet, I made my way to the bedroom, Jill and Karen close behind.