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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.





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