From Saul@EmanEslaf.intl.Prsa.net Mon Feb 17 06:24:34 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: TG: Hypnotized into Tabitha 2/2
From: "Saul O. Synjin" <Saul@EmanEslaf.intl.Prsa.net>
Date: Mon, 17 Feb 1997 03:24:34 -0800

Tabitha (Part 2)

     The next day I was disgusted with myself. Fortunately my
date had left before I awoke, because I would've kicked the
fucker out. I hated myself for being seduced and even for wearing
a dress.
     I decided to go out for a jog. When I was a man that had
always seemed to help. I looked around for something to wear, and
found some tights that would've looked great on me, but dammit
they would also make me look like a woman. I knew I was but I
didn't want to be. I wanted my old body back.
     So, I settled for some rather loose shorts and a T-shirt,
wanting to forego the bra but knowing it would be uncomfortable.
With my hair tied back--I didn't even want to touch myself--I
stepped into the hall and started to run.
     Two hours later I was back at my door breathless and
heaving. I was sitting in the hall trying to recover when some
guy came up. He was kind of cute, and I noticed that he was shy,
and this made me think him even cuter. Yet, I knew also it was
the conditioning they had put me through.
     He asked me out. Jesus, what was I supposed to say to that?
I remembered full well what it was like to get up all that
courage only to be dumped on by some bitch that thinks she's too
good for you. I tried to explain that it wouldn't be a good idea,
but he got this expression on his face. He knew was being
rejected so I finally I told him yes and to come by later. He
asked when and I told him anytime just to make it spontaneous and
we could talk or do something. He suggested jogging the next
morning, and hinted that he might like to drop by tonight. I
smiled, and said that founded fine.
     When I stepped back in my apartment, they were waiting: the
woman and two orderlies. My heart sank. I suddenly wanted to run,
but I didn't have a chance or the energy.
     "Do we have to drag you this time as well?" she asked.
     "No, but can I shower first?"
     "You'll need a shower afterwards."
     I was filled with dread. I had no memory of what had
happened last time, but I knew that it had upset me. And when I
came back I always seemed to lose contact with myself. I was a
man when I left but a woman when I returned.
     They escorted me to the doctor.
     "Hello. Any problems we should know about?"
     "Well, I don't like getting fucked by a guy just because I'm
a woman. I mean if you're going to do this to me, how about at
least leaving me some dignity?"
     "Your date last night was arranged so that you would get a
taste of being a woman. We couldn't very well have you just
sitting alone and not experiencing any of it. The change would
take longer that way."
     "Why do you want to do this to me anyway?"
     "It was your decision."
     I started to object.
     "Now please just sit down in the chair."
     I did so but this time no one strapped me in. Maybe, I would
get a chance. Maybe I could fight it this time. He looked at me
oddly and said: "Splabth."
     I suddenly went to sleep.
     When I awoke I felt the change as before. My masculinity had
been robbed, whisked away to some other place, and I didn't mind
it. Even after being disgusted at myself this morning, there were
certain things that hadn't changed. Like the compulsion to keep
my legs closed, and to wear a bra, and other things, such as the
way I walked, they had all become involuntary things, and that
was after just one treatment. What was going to happen after this
one?
     The odd thing was I didn't notice any lasting change, not
like suddenly needing to keep my legs closed, but something
inside me was stirring.



     I opened the door. He stood there looking cute and shy and I
let him in. He gave me a rose, which I thanked him for saying it
was sweet, and had to resist an urge to kiss him. He asked me if
there was anything special I'd like to do and I couldn't think of
a thing so he gathered me up and forced me out the door.
     I was going to object, but I liked his sudden domination;
their mind control was doing it again. Though, he kept looking at
me to make sure I wasn't going to bat him over the head and
leave.
     There was a small party going on, which I'd never been a fan
of, and some people were dancing. I'd never liked dancing. I
always thought I'd look foolish doing it. But he grabbed my hand
and suddenly we were there, and I discovered I actually did like
moving to the music. Teasing him with my body and appreciating
his glares afterwards.
     When the evening was over, we were at my door, and I had a
sudden compulsion to let him in. He kissed me. My toes wanted to
curl up it felt so great.
     I think that's when it happened. I just couldn't help
leaning on the door afterward and hearing him leave. I was in
love. I couldn't wait to go jogging with him, and I thought I
might wear those skin-tight aerobic tights after all. Maybe
afterward when we were all sweaty he would seduce me.
     The next morning my masculinity returned, though less of it
than usual, but I didn't feel disgusted. I was still thinking of
last night's date. But I was worried if he came around to jog
before the treatment he would notice the difference. I found
myself praying they would come first. When they did, they
marveled at the change; I almost ran to the treatment center.
     When I got back, my head and inner thighs were sore, as they
usually were. I had a sudden thought that would never have come
had I not gone to treatment so willingly. I was wondering what it
would be like to be pregnant.
     The doctor had said that any day now I would have the final
struggle and then the treatments could stop. I didn't know what
he meant. But it happened after jogging.
     I was sitting alone when the thought occurred to me that my
name really wasn't Tabitha. I knew that, and spurts of memory
came back to me, as if they had been cooped up too long. I
suddenly remembered exactly how it felt to walk with a penis, and
to woo women, all the things being a man entitled. The doctor
said if I wanted to make it easier on myself to look at my
reflection in a mirror as it happened. I did so, not realizing
that it would make the struggle easier all right. It was a
constant visual reminder of my new body. I was no longer a man;
why not accept it? But all those memories were there. I
remembered everything, and dammit I was a man. I loved women, but
I didn't. That was the conditioning; I felt sure I could beat it
if I kept at it. Dammit! I did want my old body back.
     Something uncomfortable happened between my legs, and
something slipped in my mind as I saw. I was bleeding. I wasn't a
man. I thought about him again and about how tonight wouldn't be
a good night to sleep with him for the first time. He would just
have to wait.
     It slipped further in my mind when I found some tampons and
put one up me. The confusion was full blown. I was suddenly
reeling trying to decide whether I was a man or a woman. Then
suddenly it stopped. I looked at the mirror, still fighting the
compulsion to wear makeup, and said to myself: "What do you
want?"
     The mirror didn't answer which only brought out more
confusion and it was so painful I just wanted it over. Like being
a schizophrenic and fighting yourself for your own mind.
     I thought of myself in the old way. Penetrating women.
     I thought of how good I looked in that tight red dress.
     To be the aggressive one, with the option to dominate.
     To sit back and let him have me, obeying my body's desire.
     To risk such rejection for a chance at romance.
     To wear makeup, and polish, to move and sway, to twist in
heels, to feel the smooth coolness of pantyhose, to bleed, to
have the ability to give birth. To walk around being looked at,
sought after, thought of in wet dreams. I had a new chance for a
new life with a wonderful guy I was in love with, even though I'd
just met him. I wanted him.
     Finally, I looked up and said. "I give up."
     Something in my brain just clicked as if locking itself in
position. I was now a woman. Or rather a woman with a period.




     He and I continued to date and within that week he made his
first move. I was surprised because he seemed so shy, but I'd
been giving him pretty strong signals that I liked him. I
couldn't help it. He was very nice, considerate, he listened, and
he was funny. Besides, my admiration of him had grown. He was
cute before, but the more I got to know him the more I liked him,
and soon I found I was thinking he was downright gorgeous.
     We sitting on the couch in my place watching some movie he
wanted to see. Some beat'em up, slash'em up, and strangely enough
I didn't like it. I'd always loved them before, but this time I
kept watching him. He'd move with the hero, and punch and dodge.
He was so adorable I just couldn't help it.
     When the movie was over, he told me how much he liked me,
and I told him I liked him, too. I got some wine to celebrate,
figuring that we were finally making some progress. He was
finally starting to talk to me, to open up and tell me about
himself. For the longest time I had to avoid his questions about
me. What was I going to tell him? I used to be a man?
     Then he reached over and took my glass and set it down on
the table. I just looked him not knowing what to expect, then he
scooted closer to me and put his hand on my cheek. I smiled and
put my hand on top of his, then took it away from my cheek and
kissed it gently on the knuckles. When I looked up at him he was
completely entranced with me, and somehow I knew he was in love
with me. I had this feeling as if I had somehow snared him,
somehow caught him in my web, and the power felt good. But I was
caught, too, and didn't want to abuse my power over him. I
couldn't hurt him for the world.
     He moved close to me, his breath touching my lips, and we
lost eye contact as he rubbed his nose on my cheek. Then he gave
me a small kiss, barely noticeable, just a nip, but it turned
into another nip, and finally an embrace, and then I was being
pressed back. I leaned back with him on top of me and he started
kissing me softly around the neck. Taking a nibble here, a lick
there, I knew how he wanted it to end, but I was feeling the
familiar sensation of my period. He would have to wait. It was
his final test.
     When he kissed me again, our lips were pulling each other,
our mouths becoming hungry, and I could hear his breathing
growing heavy. I should've stopped it right there, but it felt so
goood. He felt my back with his hands, running his fingers up my
shirt and gripping my shoulders. The other hand found its way
down the back of my shorts and they were slipping down. I was
almost on my back, leaning against the arm rest, and I suddenly
heard his breath near my ear. It was loud, but I couldn't stop
him. He had started nibbling on my lobe and I started to giggle,
but before I could, he licked just behind my ear. I gasped his
name, took a sharp inhale, and he must've knew what it was doing
to me, because suddenly he was kissing me there, biting me on the
upper neck, and licking that place again. I hadn't even known it
existed, but he had found it in a second. And once he had me
totally swept up, feeling as if I couldn't stop it, he knew it
and began to inch his way around my body.
     His hands began to work their way up the front of my shirt,
but hesitantly, ready for the slightest word from me. I let him,
bearing mind that he just couldn't go into my pants.
     Suddenly, my shirt was lifted up. He was licking my stomach.
Working his way up with his tongue, kissing me around the naval
and testing my response. Nibbling his way to the bra I was
wearing and finally stopping. I was just about to say something,
to tell him that this would have to do, when he kissed me hard on
the mouth, his hands falling around to my back again. He hugged
me hard and I felt his head cock to the side. He was giving me a
cue. I opened my mouth, and his tongue dived in. We tasted each
other, his tongue and mine licking and sucking.
     I felt the release as soon as it happened. There was
suddenly less pressure on my breasts, and his hands slipped
quickly around to the cups and pushed them up. He was still
kissing me deeply only this time our tongues were in his mouth
and we were playing again. I simply couldn't stop him, and
finally his mouth left mine and there was a second in which I
could speak.
     I opened my mouth, said his name, and suddenly felt his
tongue rounding my breasts. He was licking me slowly, kissing me
as his tongue spiraled around my left breast to the nipple. I was
beginning to breathe heavily again, and he slowly, painfully slow
made his way to the tip. Once there he sucked, nibbled gently,
prodded my nipple with his tongue, kissed me, told me how
beautiful they were.
     His hand went down the front of my shorts. I almost
panicked, but gently and quickly, I pushed him away, taking his
hand in mine, stopping its search for that final button that
would make me his.
     I told him not yet. He said when, and I said soon, but we
had to wait. At first he seemed a little angry, and I was
beginning to feel disappointed. He was failing my test, but then
he explained that we should've talked about it before he tried,
and he apologized. I told him there was nothing to apologize for.
But he kissed me lightly on the lips, said he had just gotten
peeved because he had gotten so turned on, and said also that he
wait. Wait until the time was right, and until I was ready.
     When he left I gave him a hot kiss to keep him warm, and
thinking of me.
     The next day my period was gone. On the one hand I jumped
for joy, on the other I was worrying. I didn't remember having
sex with the other man. It was planned and that was another
person, one who didn't want to be a woman. At least I didn't have
to go to treatments anymore.
     He came to my door bright and early, and I was still in my
sleep wear. He didn't seem to mind. All I had was a pair of
panties on with a long over shirt. My hair was tussled I wasn't
wearing any make-up but when he came through the door he swung me
around in his arms and kissed me.
     I told him not to look at me because I hadn't even dressed.
He lifted my shirt and put his hands around me on my bare back,
noticing that I was bra-less, and pressed extra close, feeling my
loose breasts against his chest.
     He told me not to worry about it because we were going
swimming. I said great and hurried to the bathroom.
     I suddenly wondered if I had any swimming suits. I did, but
just one. It was pretty skimpy. Just a two piece bikini and it
was small. The bottoms were just an elastic band with a thin
piece of silky looking cloth on the bottom. I slipped out of my
panties and into them. They exposed my entire leg up to my hips.
On the side there was just the elastic strap to contend with. In
the front they went down in a V into a thin line that went under
my legs. It just barely covered my crotch.
     I turned around and noticed that the rear did the same,
covering about a third of my cheeks on each side. I took my shirt
off and raised the top to look at it. Then slipping my arms into
the loops I put it around me from behind and hooked it together
in front. The tops of my breasts were truly exposed, and the
bottoms hung out a little bit, and the insides of them were bare.
The only thing it really hid was my nipples, and even then the
material was so thin you could see them poking out.
     I brushed my hair, found a beach towel, applied some
waterproof mascara, and put the over shirt back on. Then we left
and went to a pool.
     When I took my shirt off I thought he was going to die. At
first he just looked at my breasts. Just stood there gawking,
then his gaze fell to my waist and I could tell he was just
amazed. I was pleased and went to the pool and dove in.
     When I came up to the side there was a tall guy looking down
at me. He offered a hand and I took it so he could pull me up. He
sat down beside me and started talking about how he hadn't seen
me around before. I looked back for my guy and saw him just
sitting and getting angry. At me or the guy I didn't know, so I
excused myself real quick like, told the man that I was with
someone and he gave me some answer like if he wasn't enough,
blah, blah. I gave him a look that said just get lost will you.
     Back at my guy I straddled his legs and looked him earnest
in the face and said, "I'm not here with him. I'm here with you."
He seemed to like it, so I gave him a long kiss just to settle
the argument and to let everyone know that I was taken.
     The pool was great. Men were constantly eyeing me, and I
dived in often just to let them watch. Then I laid out in the sun
and asked him to put some lotion on my back. He massaged me and I
was so loose and relaxed I almost fell asleep.
     When he told me I was starting to burn we left. Back at my
place I lifted off my shirt, having dried completely and turned
to meet him. I kissed him hard and at first he backed away, not
sure of what to do, but I pressed in and he dropped everything,
took me in his arms, laid me out on the carpet and quickly
removed every stitch of my bathing suit.
     He was breathing on me, fondling me, and when his hand
slipped between my legs, I was his. When he stuck a finger up me
I was breathing so hard and needing a kiss from him so bad I felt
weak. I would've done anything he asked just so he wouldn't stop.
     He took his trunks off and was moving around me. I reached
down and took him in my hands, cupping his testicles softly with
one hand and caressing the stiff shaft with the other. I knew how
sensitive it was, so I made sure my nails didn't touch him, just
my fingers, and they found the underside of it and rubbed
slightly. I made a circle with my fingers and slowly moved it
over his head and up and down. I did it quickly just by his head,
in short movements. The irritation turned into excitation, and
finally he said he needed me. I let him kneel between my legs and
opened them wide, leaning back so he could get a good angle. I
wrapped my thighs around his waist and he slowly moved his prick
around my vagina, opening it and touching the clitoris. Then his
head found my hole and he slowly pushed part way in. He pulled
out and pushed in, this time going a little farther, and soon he
was all the way in and moving around inside.
     He pumped me slowly for awhile and when I opened my eyes and
asked him to rest for a bit, he moved it around inside me,
kissing me all over. Then I looked him in the eyes and began to
breathe heavy again, kissing him with a fever so he would begin
thrusting inside me again.
     He would start so slow each time and after each rest he got
a little faster. Finally I couldn't wait any longer. I looked at
him, he was slowing thinking I needed another rest, but I planted
my hands on his rear and pushed, biting his neck and licking him.
He got the hint and began to move so fast I couldn't stand it.
His eyes were closed and I knew he was trying to hold it but it
was hard.
     I gasped, then grunted, then I groaned a little and grabbed
his head and yelled, "Now, Jesus, now!"
     He gave me all he had and I lost it completely. He came
inside of me. It was wonderful. I was his woman. He was my man.
     It was then that his sperm made his way deep inside of me,
and while he was kissing me, thanking me, telling me how much he
loved me, and how great I was, I was losing the final touch of
manhood.
     We slept.