"Bark like a dog!"
"Arf! Arf! Arf!"
"Bark like a big dog!"
"Woof! Woof!"
The intimate audience laughed, clapped and cheered at the unknowing girl. Mistress Hypno was in command of three females and one male; me. Darlene our party host had hired her for entertainment at her home. Someone had video-ed it. So now at home, I'm watching the post for the fourth time on my 72" Smart TV. I am sitting on my chesterfield, dressed in only my undies: pink bra and panties, stockings, garters and high heels.
Unlike the three females, I didn't want to volunteer but when Mistress Hypno eyed me, it was like I had no will and stepped forward. All of us were under in literally a snap. Mistress started out with stupid party tricks: bark like a dog, forget how to spell or count, frozen limbs, etc. Things escalated.
Mistress did the "you are now experiencing the greatest orgasm you have ever experienced" shtick. Even with me just watching, made me quasi-experience it again. The re-living was still so strong, it actually made me cum the previous three times I replayed it. In the video, someone pointed at my crotch. "Look! He's got an erection!"
Things at the party got worse. Mistress released her hypnotic hold on the three girls and then keyed on me. "Your name is no longer Jerry. You are no longer a boy. You are a girl. Your name is now Jeannie. Repeat."
"My name is no longer Jerry. I am no longer a boy." I repeated in a coma like tone. "I am a girl. My name is now Jeannie."
"Good. Now Jeannie. We're going to go through your morning routine." She started. "You have just woken up and sitting up on the edge of your bed."
I sat straight up in the chair in the middle of Darlene's living room. In my mind, I was in my apartment; in my bedroom; on the edge of my bed. I stretched and yawned as if I just had got up. The people surrounding me were all laughing and howling.
"Good. Now it's time for your morning shower." Mistress Hypno related. "Take of your pretty pink nightie and panties and go have your shower."
The room fell silent. To everyone shock and awe, I watched myself strip off my clothes. Naked and in the middle of the living room, I pretended to shower. I felt great as my body was sprayed with the hot water streaming down upon me. I soaped my body. Then one hand cupped and cradled my breasts while the other hand was between my legs fingering my pussy. I moaned as I pinched and pulled at my nipples. I spasmed as I had a mini-climaxed.
Instructed to dry off, Mistress offered me a towel. I wrapped it around my head like a turban and returned to my bedroom. By now a number of the party goers no longer watched or they had left.
"Very good, Jeannie. Now it's time to get dressed." Mistress continued. "Here's your pretty pink bra. Put it on."
I took the imaginary bra and placed it on my chest, reaching around to hook the eyes in back of me. After adjusting the straps over my shoulders, I reached inside each of the cups and adjusted my big boobs to create a deep cleavage.
The audience that remained were dead silent. A couple had their mouths gaped at the sight of a naked me pretending to get dressed. A few more shook their heads and left as Mistress handed me some invisible panties. In my mind, they were a matching pretty pink with a pink bow in the front.
"All proper ladies were stockings and garters. You are a proper lady. Here are your stockings and garters. Put them on." Mistress Hypno handed me my invisible hosiery.
I sat back down on the chair. I watched myself roll up the nylons, slide them over my pointed toes and up my legs. I repeated my actions with the other stocking. Mistress didn't describe the garter belt, but as I watch myself on the screen, I clipped my stocking tops; one in the front, one on the side and one stretched around the back over my thigh. It was like I had always done it on every other morning.
