Message-ID: <799eli$9705131432@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: "D. L. Johnson" Subject: New Tg: Mesmerized Moderator's note ------ Images are not allowed in a.s.s.m, after consulting with Debi, she agreed I should post the story with the image removed. ------ end note I hope that you all like the picture, and the new story. Bye for now, Miss Debi Mesmerized Penned by: Miss Deborah (Debi) Leigh Johnson One It was the eeriest feeling that I have ever experienced. I could not even begin to put it into words. Let me try though, okay? Well, for starters, it was kind of like waking up, but I was not groggy or tired or anything like that. It was like one moment, I was not conscious of my surroundings, and the next moment I was. What amazed me was that I was not panic stricken or anything like that. I was just suddenly aware that I was sitting in a very nice restaurant, with a very nice meal of stuffed crab in front of me. I had a fork and knife in my hands. I was feeling the white wine that I had been sipping at. The music in the background was quiet, easy listening. I was also suddenly aware to, that not only was I sitting across from my college room mate, but I knew that I was also dressed entirely in women's clothing. I looked down, and I saw the pink nails on the ends of my fingers. I heard the delicate tinkle of the silver charm bracelet on my left wrist. I could see the reflection of the candle light on the silvery band of the wrist watch on my right wrist. I saw the ruffled pink hem of the sleeve of my dress, about half way down my forearms. I could smell the delicate perfume that I was wearing to. It was a flowery scent, very pretty and somewhat intoxicating. I did not want it to be intoxicating to me, but it was. I was also very aware of the soft silkiness of the under wear that I was wearing to. I knew that it was silky, because I had never felt anything like that against my skin before. I did not want it to happen, but I could feel a huge erection growing in the panties that I was wearing. It was as though my senses were suddenly heightened to a degree that I had never thought was possible. I looked up at Dennis. For some reason, his frank appraising stare made me blush, and made me want to lower my eyes. I actually felt kind of submissive to him. This really confused me. I had never felt that way before, especially to another guy. I also, along with this emotion of submissiveness, had a very strange feeling that I was feeling like a girl on a date with a guy that she really likes, might feel. Worse, as I became aware that I was feeling like a girl might feel in the same circumstances, I also became aware that it was one of the nicest feelings that I had ever had. It made me feel delicate, dainty somehow and it made me feel special. I liked the feeling, very much. I looked up at Dennis again. "Wha... What have you done to me, Dennis?" "Don't you like it, Debi? Don't you like the way that you feel?" "I do... And that is the problem. I am not a girl. Why have you done this to me, Dennis?" "Well babe, if you think back about two weeks ago, you told me that no one could ever hypnotize you. Do you remember that?" "Yes?" Memory of that conversation poured back into my conscious mind. We had been sitting around wasting a beautiful Saturday afternoon, just a few weeks before Easter exams. We'd started talking about hypnosis, and I let him know that even if he was a firm believer in it, that I thought that the whole idea was a lot of bunk. The conversation had ended in my agreeing to a bet. He would hypnotize me, and I was to understand that he would do it at any time, and I was to also understand that he could not make me do anything against my innate will. Suddenly, as I looked at his shit eating grin, and became all too aware of how turned on I was by knowing that I was on a date with him, and that I was dressed as a pretty girl, and knowing that he could not make me do anything that I did not want to do, made me aware of a whole new side of my personality that I had never even suspected existed. I blushed with shame because I knew from the look on his face, that he knew that some part of me must have wanted to be dressed up pretty, and be taken out on a date with a boy. I have never felt that way about boys before, but if the hard on in my panties was any kind of indication to me of what I was really feeling, then I knew now that I was about as queer as a three dollar bill. "You are wearing a Freudian slip..." I heard his words echo in my mind, and my mind suddenly filled up with memories of how he had helped me to get dressed up earlier in the evening. I recalled how I had giggled and squealed like a little girl, when he had shown me the pretty lingerie and dress that I was going to wear for our date. I had never used makeup before, but when he had put me under, he had instructed me to remember all the times I had ever seen a female apply her makeup, and to use that knowledge for my own makeup. I knew that I looked pretty, because I remembered seeing myself in the mirror, with my blue eyes highlighted, and my brown hair looking like a frothy halo of curls about my oval shaped face. I knew that I was wearing silver earrings, ones that dangled from my newly pierced ears. I could feel them, as I recalled how they had made me look so lady like. I'd squealed with delight when I saw what a pretty girl I had been able to become. "The phrase Freudian slip is enabling you to remember things, Debi. "Dennis?" "Yes Debi?" "How... Uhhh... How far are you going to go with this charade?" "Debi, you admitted to me that you wanted to be a pretty girl, and that you wanted to have a romantic date with a boy, as a pretty girl. On any date, dinner is the beginning. You are going to experience a date from the pretty girl side of the coin tonight, honey, and you are indeed a very pretty girl tonight." "What do you mean?" "After we have our dinner, we are going to go dancing. After that, we may decide to go for a romantic walk in the park along the lake. You will get to see what it feels like to have a boy kiss you in the moonlight. Then if we are not too tired, we will go back to our room, and I will make passionate love to you, like I would to any other pretty girl whom I got to go back home with me." "Do I have any choice in all of this, Dennis?" "Honey, you made your choices all ready. You wanted to be a pretty girl, and you got the chance. All you have to do is go along with it, and enjoy it. I know that I am enjoying it. You are a real pleasure to be with, as a young woman, Debi. You are nothing at all like your brother, you know? This is most curious, not to mention a delightful surprise." "I do not know what you did to me, but I want this to stop." "No you don't. If you did, you would never have told me that you wanted to be a girl on a romantic date. I am afraid that because I am your friend, I am going to insist that you see this through, all the way to the end. I do not think that you would have the courage to do it otherwise." "You said that you wanted to make love to me. What do you mean?" "I want to kiss that pretty face of yours. I want to touch every square inch of the beautiful shapely body of yours. And I really want to feel those luscious lips of yours on my hard on." I knew that I should have been ripped at him for saying such things to me. But, I wasn't. I wasn't even close to being mad. The idea of him kissing me, and feeling me up like I was really a girl, it was very exciting to me, and I could feel myself throbbing in the silk panties, wanting to know what feeling his hand under my dress was going to feel like. I should have hated the very idea that he was proposing, the idea that he wanted to feel my lips on his hard on. I knew that I should have hated it. I was not gay. But, being a girl, feeling like a girl, made me want to experience doing all the things that real girls got to do. I did not want to admit it to myself, but I knew that if he wanted me to suck his cock, that I would do it for him, because I was his girl for the night, and girls like to suck cocks. I shuddered. Where could these thoughts and feelings have come from? I did not want to like the way it felt to be a pretty girl on a date, but I did. I did not want to think about sucking Dennis' cock, but I could not help but to wonder what it would feel like to kneel down submissively in front of him and to feel it sliding over my lips, as he entered into my effeminated mouth. I blushed. He knew what the most secret thoughts that I had ever thought were, and I knew that he knew them. Two We ate the rest of our dinner. I could not believe how heightened my senses seemed to be. Everything seemed to taste so much better than I was used to experiencing. Everything seemed to smell better. Certainly, these clothes assuredly seemed to feel better than any clothing I had ever worn before, had felt like. I was acutely aware of how lovely and sensuous it felt with even the slightest movement that would make my slip slide across my nyloned thighs, with a barely discernable whisper that was normal to the wearing of girlish attire. I could feel my bra straps, and I loved the unaccustomed pressures from it. I could feel the constriction of the waist nipper corset, and I wondered how I had ever liked not feeling myself in a corset before this night. I was acutely aware of how nice it felt to have the high instep of the high heeled shoes that I was wearing, pressing up against my arches. It made my feet feel ever so delicate. My erection throbbed against the front of my panties, and I needed to be relieved. I hated to admit it to myself, but I wanted for this man sitting across from me, with his all so macho superiority grin, to do the relieving for me. I now had a new appreciation for girls that I had never even dreamed of before. Sure, feeling pretty and wearing such beautiful clothes had some advantages, but there seemed to be some draw backs to the feminine nature as well. I felt so restrained by my desires to be made love to, rather than the normal drive I would had, to just try and take care of it myself. It was as though I was craving something that being with him could satisfy in me, that nothing else could. I did not know how much wine I had consumed, but Dennis made sure that my glass was nearly always full, and I was feeling a delightful carefree buzz from the wine. I absentmindedly collected my purse, as he helped me to rise to my feet, as we prepared to leave the restaurant. I was a bit wobbly on my high heels, but not enough to draw any kind of undue attention to me. He put his arm around my waist, and I hated myself for moving over closer to him, as we made our way out the door. I did not know where this feminine personality had come from, but she was far more powerful in me than I had ever imagined. Tonight, I was Debi. Every reflex was that of an attractive young woman who wanted her date to be pleased with her. I did not like knowing that my roommate was the one who knew and understood all of this. What would he be like to live with, after this was all over with? I felt the strength in his arm as he led me to his car. It was like a new part of me, a part that I had never known before, craved to feel the strength of this man near me, taking care of me and guiding me. I had never felt so dependent before, and though I did not like it, it satisfied something in me. When we got to the car, Dennis bowed gallantly, as he opened the door for me, and watched my dress slip up my thighs as I got into the car, in as lady like a fashion as I was able to manage, given that I had never consciously tried to get into a car in a lady like fashion before. He smiled most appreciatively when he saw me blushing as I tugged my hem back down to cover my knees again. This lady like stuff was not so easy to live with, no matter how nice being a lady felt like. I was nervous and I was shy. But, a part of me was also pleased that he liked what he had seen. It meant that I was keeping his interest. I knew that I should not like knowing that I was keeping a guy interested in me, but my newly discovered feminine vanity was being stroked, and she loved the way it felt. I had to admit, I liked being Debi. We drove to the nightclub where he had promised to take me dancing. We pulled into the parking lot, and he drove to near the back of the lot, where it was kind of dark. He turned the car off, and sat there looking at me for a long moment. I was nervous and started to fidget with the hem of my dress, and the chain strap of my purse. Finally, I looked up at him. "What is wrong, Dennis. Why aren't we going inside?" "Because Debi, I want to do something that I have been dying to do." "What?" A little tremor of excitement was running through me, but I did not understand what it was. "Slide over here, and I will show you." It was as though his words were like a command to me. I could not resist them. I did not want to resist them. I gathered my skirts up, and I slid over across the seat, till I was sitting very close to him. I was aghast at myself. I wanted him to kiss me. I sat there, submissively and I did not pull away as he very slowly raised his right arm, and draped it over my shoulders in a most possessive way. "Debi, you look so adorable, I just can not resist my desire to kiss those shiny pouty lips of yours. Do you want me to kiss you, like a man kisses a pretty woman?" "Uhhh... I don't have a choice, do I? Just do what you want, and get it over with, okay?" My words sounded filled with bravado, but inside I was quaking like a little girl. I could not believe how strong was my desire to feel his arms around me, taking control of me, and pressing those lips against mine. "Honey, you have a choice. Freud said so." I felt like a dam was opened inside of me, and my desire to be kissed was even stronger than before. I did not like knowing that I wanted a boy to kiss me so bad that I could nearly taste it, but I did. I knew that the phrase, 'Freud said so,' must have something to do with it. What was amazing though was that I knew he was not forcing me to do anything. I really wanted him to kiss me, as though I really were the pretty girl that I felt like. "Do you want this loving gentleman to kiss you, Debi?" I wanted to say no. I really did. "You know I do, Dennis..." I felt myself melting against him, my shape conforming to his. I felt the heat of his body through my dress, and it excited me. I did not want it to, but it was the most exciting thing I had ever felt in my life. I guess that I must really be a fairy after all? His arm pulled me tightly against him. He lowered his lips to mine, and I lost control of my breath, as for the first time in my life, I felt the hard thin lips of a man's pressing against my own. It was exciting. My heart was beating wildly. I wanted to pull away, because I wanted him to kiss me so badly. It was not right, I thought to myself. He kissed me like that for a long moment, then I felt the tip of his tongue on my lips. I cried out 'no' in my mind, but with my body, my lips parted, inviting him to enter my body at his wish to do so. He wished to do so, and in a second, I felt my mouth full of a man's tongue. It felt so big, so domineering, and it also felt so very right. I whimpered, and found myself sucking on his tongue. I had never enjoyed being kissed so much in my life. Every nerve ending in my body, was acutely alive to the caress of the feminine clothing I was wearing, as I raised my hand to gently caress the back of his neck, in a decidedly feminine and loving manner. I wanted so much for this man to enjoy kissing me like this. Three I longed to be his girl, as I sucked hungrily on his tongue. It felt so completely right for him to treat me like this. I wanted for him to like me, in the same way that he liked pretty girls. I wanted for him to want me to be with him. Needless to say, these emotions were all very new to me, and the strength of these new desires was almost scary to me. I let my arms go up, till I was encircling his neck, and I was pulling him down, as though I could pull his tongue further into me by doing so. After he had kissed me like that for what seemed like a long time, he broke the kiss, and asked me if I wanted to go dancing for a while, or if I wanted to go back home with him. I wanted for him to take me home, and make a woman out of me, but I knew that this is not how ladies responded to such invitations. I told him that I wanted to go dancing for a while. We entered the club, and I was happy to see that it was mostly an older crowd, and the music was easy listening type of stuff. He soon selected a table for us, and while we were waiting for our drinks, he took my hand, not giving me a choice in the matter, and led me onto the dance floor. It was a slow dance. He put his forefingers under my elbows and he raised my arms so that my hands would be on his shoulders. I lay my head on his chest. I could feel his heart beating wildly, and I knew it was because of the feminine me that he was so worked up. His hands gently caressed my back, sometimes tracing the outline of my bra, sometimes gently pressing against my back, which pulled me into his erection. I did not want to, but I pressed against it. I could hardly believe that as a girl, I was turning him on so much. Dennis was a kind of a campus stud, and I was more of a nerd. That he liked me so much as a girl was astounding. That as a girl, I liked him so much was also astounding to me. I felt the erection, and I also felt the gentle gyrations as he would rock his pelvis against me. I whimpered and pressed even closer to him. I wondered if this was how girls felt, when the fell in love. I wanted to be so close to him, that if I could, we would share the same skin. I knew from the urgency of his erection that he wanted to be so close to me, that he would wanted to have part of him at least, inside of my body, as though I were his woman. I took a strange comfort in that thought, as I found myself playing with the short hair on the back of his neck. I looked up at him, and was rewarded with a loving kiss. I felt as thought I wanted to melt right into him. I abandoned myself to my feminine emotions, no longer caring if I should feel guilty or not. I wanted to be loved, and loved as his woman. We made our way back to the table, and quickly downed the drinks. We both knew that we wanted to be alone with each other. He took my hand and led me outside, back to the parking lot. We did not say anything as he drove me to the campus parking lot. In the parking lot, if we turned to the right, we would be heading right towards our dorm building. If we took the path to the left, we would be heading to the small lake on the campus. I sighed acceptance, as he took my hand, helped me from the car, and led me down the path to the left. The moon was bright, and because of the heavy growth of trees surrounding the small park, there was very little noise and very few lights. It was a lover's paradise. We walked slowly. I felt his leg brushing against my dress as we walked, and it felt so right, so natural. I loved it. We came to a bench, a picnic table actually. We sat on it, and his arm went around my shoulders again, for another prolonged kiss. I loved it when he kissed me like that. It made me feel very special, and wanted by him. I liked feeling wanted by him. After a long time of silent kissing, in which I got to suck on his tongue a lot again, he sat back and smiled at me, and asked me how I had liked being a girl so far. I had to admit to him, that I was loving it. He told me that he was loving me for being such a pretty lady. He then asked me if I was ready to become even more of a woman. I told him that I did not know how I could become more of a woman, after the way I was dressed and had been acting all night. He just smiled, stood up, and climbed up onto the picnic table. He told me to turn around, and put my knees in under the table. I did what he told me to do. I was embarrassed by intimate proximity that I found myself in. I was sitting between his legs. I felt so weak and submissive as I looked up at him. This was a position that any girl, any day of the week could find herself in, but not a guy. I had no place to put my hands. I folded them on my lap, and I wondered what he wanted me to do. "Do you want to feel it, Debi? Freud says it's okay." Did I want to feel it. Boy, did I ever want to feel it. I raised my arms so that my elbows were on his knees. I felt so completely feminine, as I lowered my hands. They came to rest on his upper thighs. I could feel his muscles rippling under his pants. I moved my right hand ahead a few inches, and the palm of my hand was resting on top of his erection. It started to throb and jerk when he felt the weight of my hand on it. "Oh baby, you turn my crank... You are the hottest chick on campus Debi, and I want you." I pressed my palm against him, hardly daring to believe that I was really doing this. This is what girls and fairies do, I tried to tell myself, but a part of me wanted to do every thing that real girls got to do. I wanted to experience womanhood, all of the womanhood that I could have. I looked up at him. I was scared. I was weak. I was vulnerable. Dennis knew it to. He smiled at me, and asked me if it was okay for him to take it out for me. I did not know what to do. All I could do was to nod, as though I were in a trance or something. I watched, mesmerized as I saw his fingers opening his belt, lowering his zipper, then he raised his bum up and lowered his pants to just below his knees. I could not believe that I was in such a situation, and it I was sure that I was about to rip open the front of my panties, my own erection was so rock hard. It seemed funny to me, that I could get such a masculine reaction by being in such a totally feminine environment. "Go ahead honey, touch it. Freud says it's okay." I placed my elbows back on his knees. His thighs were so hairy that they tickled my arms, as I lay them down on his thighs. I could hardly believe what I saw my pink tipped fingers doing. For the first time ever, they were holding another man's cock, and not only holding it, they were teasing it into an even harder state. His cock was fascinating to me. The surface skin was so soft and satiny smooth, and it seemed to move over what can only be described as rock hardness. It was so fascinating to me. I loved how it looked. I loved the hotness of it on my fingers. I loved the hardness, a hardness that I knew that I had put there, because I was such a lady. I explored his hairy balls as I watched my fingers masturbate him, very slowly, as though I did not want the experience to end. "Freud says it's okay for you to kiss it, Debi." Kiss it? I had not even thought about such a thing before, but it seemed like such a very good idea at this moment. This was something that girls did every day of the week, all over the world. I wanted to do everything that girls got to do, so yes, kissing the cock in my hand did seem like a very good idea. I leaned over and placed my lips on the very dry head. I could smell his musky man smell, and I liked it. I knew that I would never smell like that. I knew that I never wanted to smell like that. I wanted to have a delicate feminine scent, that was what I wanted. I drew my head back, and I saw the faint outline of my lips on the end of his cock. It seemed so right that I should make my mark on him, in such a way. Now that I knew what it was like for me, as a lady, to kiss a cock, I knew that I liked how it felt. I lowered my head, and planted another kiss on him. Then my lips moved around so that I found that I was kissing him all over and up and down the shaft of his cock. I also found a new emotion. I was kissing him, because I had a desire to honour him as a man. He had what it took to live as a man, and I now knew that I did not. I did not want to live as a man either. I had what it took to be taken care of by a man like this, to want to live my life pleasing him. I planted my little honours all over his cock, as a way of telling him that I respected and honoured him, for being a man. I think that he knew it to, because I could hear a low throaty chuckle in his throat. He knew I would never again be a man, and he knew his superiority over me because of it. I melted inside, and I relished how every nerve ending in my body was telling me how nice my feminine clothes felt on them. "Freud says it is okay to take it into your mouth, and suck it for me, Debi." That was another normal type of thing that girls did, wasn't it? It struck me as a good idea. I knew that I had no problem having my lips on his cock, after all, I had been kissing it for the better part of half an hour. I raised my head till my lips were back on the dry head. I opened my mouth, and I slowly began to lower my head over it. I felt the dry head as it slowly passed over my lips, and his cock entered my body for the first time. I felt the big thing slowly fill up my mouth, so that it felt fuller than it had ever felt before. I began to lick the underside of his cock, and I felt terribly free. I was doing the kind of intimate things that a loving girl does, and it was what I wanted to do. I wanted to be a real girl. He suddenly grew in my mouth, and he started to erupt. I moved my head back so that just the end of his cock was still inside of my mouth. I knew that if I did not do that, his cum was going to spill out of my mouth, and probably make a horrible mess all over my dress. I did not want that to happen. I masturbated him into my mouth, sucking everything out of him. I felt the big salty thick gobs pound against the roof of my mouth, and settle in big thick gobs on my tongue. It was salty, yet sweet to. I liked it. I really liked it. I began to swallow as much of it as I could, all the while trying to get more of it out of him. I could hear myself slurping in a most disgusting way, and I knew that I was hearing myself sucking a cock. Dennis was talking to me, telling me what a fabulous cock sucker that I was, and I some how took it as a compliment. I sucked him till he started to get soft. I did not want to let his cock get out of my mouth. I hoped that he would let me suck it again, but I did not really know if he would or not. I wanted to do this kind of girl thing again and again. I wanted to be all girl for this roommate of mine. He let me suck him till he was soft. He told me that I had sucked him so hard, that he was getting sensitive. I reluctantly let it drop from my mouth, giving it one loving little parting kiss. I looked up at him, and I knew that I had a happy satisfied grin on my face. He leaned down and kissed me in a tender fashion, and told me that I was the kind of girl that he hoped was going to stay in his life for a long time to come. Inwardly, I hoped he meant it, and not just because I had just sucked him off, but because as a girl, he really liked me. We stood up then. He reached down and gently caressed the front of my dress. I nearly swooned when I felt a man's hand on the front of my dress. He told me that he wanted to help me with it. He told me to turn around. I did so, and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling back against him. I could feel the muscles all over his body, a body that was so very unlike mine. Mine was more suited to the way that I was dressed, I knew. I leaned against him glad that he wanted me. He slowly pulled up the front of my dress and slip, and told my to hold it up. I did not know what he was going to do, but I used both hands to hold up my dress. His fingers drove me crazy as he gently began to caress the front of my panties. It felt like each one of his fingers was big enough to break off my cockette, if he had wanted to do so. Then I felt him put his thumbs into my panty waist, and I felt the cool night air as he lowered the front of my panties. He lowered them, just low enough so that he had complete access to my cockette. When he wrapped his big hand around it, I thought I would die, it felt so wonderful. If I had died at that moment, I knew that I would have felt that I had really lived a full life, because he'd let me be his girl friend for the night. He masturbated me for a few seconds, and I started to ejaculate in the most profound orgasm that I had ever had. It felt like every fiber of my being, mental, physical and spiritual, were all orgasming all at the same time. I do not know how long he held me like that, but it seemed like a very long time. I felt weak, and I leaned into him for support. I felt such a deep sense of peace and emotional satisfaction come over me, that all I wanted to do was to crawl into his arms and spend the rest of my life there. I loved the way his strong arms held me tightly against him. I loved the way he ever so gently raised my panties back up, and lowered my dress for me. He turned me in his arms, and I flung my arms around his neck. I wanted him to know that I loved being treated like his girl. I wanted him to know that he'd fulfilled a dream that I had not even suspected that I had ever had. I turned my face up, and waited for the shower of gently little kisses that I knew were going to rain down on my lips, and I did not have to wait very long. Dennis held me in a tight love embrace for a very long time, as he kissed me. Just before we broke the embrace, I could feel his erection growing again, and I knew that I was not finished with being his girl yet. He took me back to the dorm and snuck me in, as girls were not allowed in the boy's dorms. For the first time in my life, I spent the night in a nightgown, wrapped in the arms of another boy. If you liked this story, and you want to convey your thoughts to me, you can write to me: Dljohnson@cnwl.igs.net -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /