Chapter 1
Now I know if you haven't seen one in person you have heard about them. Hypnotists that have a show where they get people up on stage and hypnotize them and make them do foolish things like act like a chicken, fall in love with a chair and the like.
It was one of these shows that led me to my new life. It was about a year ago and I was with a group of friends. For my 28th birthday they decided to see if they could have a little fun at my expense. The show was at a comedy club and it was a Wednesday night. There were not many people in the audience and when the hypnotist asked for volunteers my friends all volunteered me. I didn't want to do it but they said since they were paying I owed it to them.
I joined three others on stage. Two women and another man. I didn't think he was going to be able to hypnotize me. I am sure he had a lot of resistance from people to being hypnotized. When he got up on stage he said that he had been doing this for 30 years. He did look on the older side and as I learned later he was 57. He had each of us site in some chairs on stage, asked us to put our hands on our knees and relax. As we sat there he asked the audience to be very quite as he put us under. He returned his focus to us. He asked us to start to relax starting with our feet then legs and so on. All the while counting back from 20 and talking in a very calm voice. I don't know if he actually got back to zero as at about 11 I was completely under.
From watching the video tape he had us doing all sorts of wild things for about an hour. I was a ballerina, a frog, Michael Jackson (sang one god awful rendition of Thriller), I was a five year old who wet his pants and taught everyone how to properly take a shower. He had everyone on stage doing similar things.
I didn't remember doing any of it and only watched it later on a disk of the show that we were each given. Before he brought us out of our hypnosis he whispered something in each of our ears. He told the audience that it was a post hypnotic suggestion for the end of the show. He seemed to take twice as long giving me my suggestion and with good reason he gave me two of them.
After we woke up he had us sit back in the audience for the last little bit of the show. My friends were yucking it up and telling me what a fool I had been but I didn't believe them. That is until the hypnotist, Fred, started telling us a story. Every time he said Julie I stood up and yelled "Oh my that feels good!" The others that were hypnotized said similar things when their trigger words were said.
Everyone was having a good time but I was beginning to be upset every time anyone said Julie I would stand up and yell "Oh my that feels good!" Fred, the hypnotist said that each of us that were hypnotized would only do that until 10pm and then would not be affected by the trigger. That left about half an hour from when the show ended. We went to our regular bar where the drinks were cheaper and my friends kept saying Julie. Only after it stopped working at 10 did they stop saying it. I was very happy and at about 11:30 we all headed for home, after all this was a work night and we all had jobs to go to. Well I was unemployed but the rest of them had jobs.
When I got home I went straight for my computer. I turned it on and dialed a number. The number was the other post hypnotic suggestion that Fred had left for me. He answered the phone by saying hello Julie it is nice to hear from you so early. I paused for a minute and said "Oh that sounds nice to hear you call me Julie." I thought that was weird but Fred replied by giving me a web address and after I had said it was loaded he then told me to sleep.
He told me that I would spend all of the next week at my computer looking at the website and listening to the music. That when I slept I would dream of being a woman named Julie. He would contact me next week and when he did he would open a new world for me. He told me to tell my friends that I was busy with a promising job prospect and that I had a lot of things to do to get ready for it. I would go shopping the next day and purchase foods and that all I would eat for the next week was vegetables and a few other items such as nuts and would only be drinking water.
The following week was a blur. The website had pictures on it. Some of them just landscapes, some sex. There were movies and moving colors. The music was elevator type music and after a few seconds of listening I would forget that it was on. I started to dream about being Julie. I would work as Julie, dress as Julie. I had I liked the attention that people gave to Julie in my dreams. She was nice and everyone seemed to want to spend time with her. She had a lot of dates but never did anything more than kiss in them. I was blowing off my friends phone calls telling them that I was getting ready for an important job interview.
At the end of the week Fred called again. I couldn't believe it had been a week. It seemed just like a day or two at the most. I didn't know this but the website that he had me looking at was changing my thoughts and in effect brainwashing me. The music had inaudible words that were being picked up by my subconscious. All in all I was being changed from a person that thought like a man to one that thought like a woman.
He told me that I would feel completely comfortable telling him everything he wanted to know even if I may think it was strange and would normally make me uncomfortable.
He talked for a while telling me all sorts of things about his life. He talked about how he did the hypnosis for fun and that he was actually a very wealthy man who was board by life. He told me how he liked transsexuals and that it was fun for him to find young men that would make good looking girls and help them find them self. He told me how he could easily spot men who would be happy as women even though they may not realize it and I was such a man.
As he went on he asked me if I had ever tried on women's cloths. I told him that when I was 12 or 13 I would put on my mom's stockings and underwear when my parents where out of the house and I was alone. I liked the way that they felt next to my skin. The first time I had ever come I was in my mom's stockings and underwear and loved the feeling. As I got older I had decided that I shouldn't do it and had not since that time.
We talked about having sex and how many times I had had it. I told him that I was 21 my first time and I had paid a prostitute for the experience. I maybe had sex 10 times total in my life and that I was never comfortable as with the exception of the prostitute as the women always seemed to want me to lead I never felt comfortable being in charge.
