This is a work of erotic fiction. All of the characters in this story are over the age of 18.
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My name is Anna and I have been married to Marty for 10 years now. I've never been the sexually adventurous type but lately Marty has been reading stories on the internet and sharing his fantasies with me. He has somehow become obsessed with showing me off and with my teasing younger men.
One of our neighbours has an eighteen year old son and Marty hired him this summer to do our gardening and mow the lawn. He then tried all summer to get me to tease him and flirt with him, making me wear short shorts and halter tops whenever Colby was working at our home. I wasn't completely comfortable with the whole scene, but the sex with Marty was some of the best we've had so I just kind of went along with it. By the end of the summer all the sex and fantasy was getting to me to and I started to really enjoy myself.
Then one Friday night we went out with friends to a variety show downtown. One of the acts was a hypnotist who asked for volunteers. Marty insisted that I go up and I complied. Within minutes I was under his spell, clucking like a chicken, dancing with a broom, and hopping like a kangaroo. Marty made a special effort to meet the hypnotist at the end of the show and get his card.
It was about a week later that Marty announced that the hypnotist was coming to our home for a private session. I wasn't sure I liked the sounds of this, but since nobody else was coming, I relented.
When Alfred arrived, he was very complimentary of our home and accepted an invitation to come into the living room. Marty served a round of drinks and polite conversation turned to erotic hypnosis.
Marty asked Alfred if some of the things he had read and seen on the net were true. He went on to ask if a woman could be brought to orgasm, just by shaking her hand, or by being shot with a toy gun. Alfred said that with the right subject, almost anything was possible.
Marty, then asked about age regression and if that type of thing was actually done to subjects. Alfred indicated that although it was more in the domain of clinical therapy, it was possible to do with anyone. By then I had zoned out of their conversation until sometime later I heard Alfred say
"Yes. She was a very good subject as I recall, I think something like that would be possible."
"Like what?" I inquired. "What would I be a good subject for?"
"Oh, just a good hypnotic subject in general, that's all dear." Marty said
Alfred asked me to relax and started speaking to me in a quiet monotone. It took him only a minute to drop me into a deep trance. When I was out, he set up a trigger phrase to allow Marty to put me under and make post hypnotic suggestions. Now, whenever I hear Marty say the words "over and out" I will immediately fall into trance. Alfred spent a long time putting me into and bringing me out of trance to strengthen the trigger before he woke me the final time. The next thing I remembered was that I felt wonderful and relaxed and was telling Alfred that in exactly those words.
Alfred then asked Marty if he would like to be guided through a session to make sure he could get the result he wanted. Marty thought that would be a good idea, so he looked me in the eye and the last thing I remember was him saying "over and out."
"This time when I woke, I could remember nothing of what had gone on, and it made me a little nervous. What had happened? What had Marty done, if anything? Why was Alfred smiling so broadly?"
At this point Alfred said that he had to get going to prepare for his show that evening. We walked him to the door and Marty shook his hand vigorously, thanking him profusely for providing this private session. When he held out his hand to me I took it and started to shake it.
The instant our palms met, I felt a rush of excitement flow through me and my pussy started to melt. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before, and it made no sense. The more Alfred shook my hand the more excited I got. I tried to pull my hand away, but Alfred took my wrist in his other hand to prevent that from happening. After about 30 seconds of hand shaking, my knees buckled and I sat down hard on the hall bench as I had a full blown orgasm.
Alfred smiled down at me and asked if I enjoyed my cum. Dazed and confused, I simply looked up into his smiling face and nodded.
"Marty. You are certainly going to have fun with Anna here, but do be careful. Things can get out of hand very quickly with this sort of game." Alfred warned.
With that last comment he was gone.
"Did you do that to me?" I asked. "What the Hell was that all about? I felt
like a fool sitting here and cuming like a tramp while he shook my hand. Turn that off. Turn that off right now." I demanded.
"Over and out." was all I heard.
When I woke up, I was relaxed and refreshed until I remembered what Marty had programmed me for. He had asked me a number of questions about high school and about the boys and girls I had gone to school with. He was particularly interested in one of the girls who always acted a bit slutty. Theresa had been on the cheer squad and had the reputation of being a bit of a push over for the guys on the football team. Rumour had it that she was a pretty easy lay.
Marty then took me back to high school age, telling me that I was now a lot like Therea. I really liked boys, and I really liked sex. I was not quite as slutty as Theresa. I didn't do it with groups of guys, and I never did it with girls, but if a guy was nice and we had a few dates, I would certainly share my favours with him.
The final piece was that whenever I heard the word "teenanna" I would become that girl. I would have no memory other than being that girl. I would believe that I was a high school age girl and act as we had discussed. Easy but not a total slut. I would know nothing about being older, married, or anything else about my adult life. I would know Marty as my uncle who was taking care of me since my parents had died in a car wreck. Lastly The word "realanna" would return me to my normal state.
When I woke up I was confused. What had all that been about? Had Marty finally flipped and we were going to live out some sick fantasy where I was a teen girl living with, and fucking my uncle? Marty just smiled and told me to wait and see. I would always remember what happened after I returned to myself.
It was two or three days later that the doorbell rang and Colby was standing there when I answered. The first word he spoke was teenanna, and my whole world changed instantly.
That cute neighbour boy with the blonde hair was standing at my door asking if I was alright.
"Yes. Yes. I'm fine I blurted.
Then I looked down to see that I was dressed in some hideous old women clothes. OMG. They were awful. They covered EVERYTHING, and did nothing to attract the stares of the cool guys. Why was I wearing these rags?
"Oh fuck." I blurted. "Don't look! I'm wearing my Aunt's cleaning clothes. I didn't bring any old clothes with me."
"Don't be silly" he answered. "You look FINE even in those old duds. My name is Colby and I know you are new around here. I came to ask if you wanted to catch a movie with me tonight. My treat. Tell you what; How be I give you time to clean up and I pick you up here at seven? "
"K. Seven it is." I replied, shutting the door.
"Who was that honey?" Marty inquired.
"It was just the boy from next door" I replied. We're going to a movie tonight."
It took a long time to get ready. I had to ditch the old lady clothes, shower, shave my legs, and find something suitably hot to wear. Picking through the spare room armoir and closet I finally found a pair of jeans and a scoop-neck tee to go with it. Thong panties and a nice lacy bra completed the outfit.
