Riley, the dignified freelance artist he was, got to work on the futanari porn commission. It didn't interest him; what he really wanted to do was get into some kind of video game art. But for now, he got to work at his bedroom desk.
His apartment bedroom was full of posters: game posters, anime posters, and one printed sheet of paper above his desk with his finest pencil drawing of a girl in a wedding dress; that was the one that blew up, got him a following online, and let him make a living off porn commissions.
After finishing the huge-cocked girl, it was time to draw the femboy being railed by her. As usual, he deliberately drew him to look nothing like his own femboy-adjacent physique: long blonde hair to contrast with his short dark brown, a nice tan to contrast with his sunlight-deprived pale body, and he made sure to give this femboy just a bit of muscle, unlike his delicate form. He had no desire to insert himself into these drawings; his femboy physique was an accident, and nothing like the buff, tall body he wished he had...
He checked his phone: it was already four in the afternoon. Time went by fast when he was drawing these, but the pay was good; he learned very quickly to not undervalue his art services.
As he carefully and delicately drew the femboy's small dick, a knock at the door surprised him, and his pen shot forward, making it much longer than he wanted it to be. He'd fix it later.
He left his bedroom and went to the front door. When he opened it, he saw... a girl from his old high school? He couldn't remember her name, but he'd recognize that purple dyed hair and small mole on the cheek anywhere. She was wearing jeans and a snug blue shirt.
"Oh, um, hi!" she said. "I just, well, I wanted to stop by and see how you were doing..."
She was holding a present wrapped in silver paper and topped with a red bow. Riley was hesitant to accept it; did she even want to give it to him? What was going on?
"Yeah this was um, unexpected," Riley said. "I don't think I ever caught your name in..."
"Amanda. And listen, you saved my college career by getting me a passing grade in that one group project, and I heard it was your birthday, so uh, I wanted to thank you!"
She handed him the box.
"Thanks, I guess? I wasn't expecting a gift from an old classmate. But I'll take good care of whatever's in here."
"It's a pair of headphones with a built-in guided meditation routine. Just listen to them and you'll be relaxed and happy in no time!"
"Wow, again, thanks... Do you want to come in for coffee or anything?" he asked before immediately regretting it. Was inviting her in for coffee acceptable? It was a random courtesy he threw out, but it filled him with anxiety...
"No thanks," she said. "I actually have to get going; I've got to be at my psychology internship soon."
As she left and he closed the door, the weirdness of the interaction stuck with him. He sat at his desk and tried to wonder if there was any subtext he was missing. And when did she learn his birthday?
He placed the box next to his computer and opened it. Inside was a chrome-plated pair of remarkably bulky headphones: there was no packaging besides the wrapped box, not even foam or some clamshell plastic.
There was, however, a hand written instruction note under the headphones. He pulled it out and read it:
To use, simply place over ears and press the on button. Although you can perform other activities while using the device, do not use it with drugs or alcohol, and do not drive or operate heavy machinery.
Handwritten instructions. Maybe this was some luxury brand? Or a piece of expensive therapeutic equipment? He had no idea. It probably wasn't Amanda's handwriting, but with all the time that had passed, anything was possible.
He held the headphones and thought for a moment. Regardless of what was really going on, he decided that some relaxation would be nice; he placed them over his head. The foam pads dampened the ambient noise. Perfect for drawing without outside sounds getting in the way.
Riley pressed the on button. An unnerving droning began playing, but it then settled into a soothing buzz. He decided to keep listening.
"Just relax," a woman's voice said, startling him briefly before he realized it came from the headphones. Was it... Amanda's? It sounded like Amanda's voice, but more seductive. Seductive wasn't her.
He recovered from the surprise and then decided to do some drawing while the headphones were playing.
He started fixing the mistake he made earlier.
"Relax, relax, relax," the voice said. It was working. The tension in his legs was fading away.
"Let your body go loose and limp...
"Let your thoughts calm down...
"Let your eyes drift..."
It was effective. So effective. Riley was delighted by how easily it got him into a relaxed mood. He kept drawing as relaxation grew and grew...
He caught his gaze unfocusing, and brought his attention back to his art.
"Just imagine the tension fading from your arms and legs...
"Your chest fills with warm relaxation.
"Your head grows fuzzy and happy..."
The gentle buzzing was already making him feel fuzzy. He was amazed by how easily sounds could do that...
He kept drawing. The nearly imperceptible jitter from this morning's coffee was gone from his hands.
"Happy, happy, happy...
"Relaxed, relaxed, relaxed...
"Sleepy, sleepy, sleepy..."
He didn't plan on sleeping with these on, but it was true; his relaxation made a nap not entirely objectionable.
"Focus on these words.
"Let them relax you.
"Let them shape your thoughts."
With how well this was going, he gladly let it relax him. And he would happily let the voice get rid of every stressful thought he had so he could focus on his work...
"Follow my voice...
"Deeper and deeper...
"Through the happy buzzing..."
He did exactly that. He paid attention to the voice, and to that nice buzzing noise accompanying it.
"Empty your mind...
"Don't worry about anything.
"Set everything down so you can relax."
He set his drawing tablet down. He'd get back to it soon, he promised himself.
He focused on meditating, trying not to think about anything.
