Synopsis: A guy is hypnotized to prevent sexual arousal by women other than his wife. When he falls in love with another girl, trouble begins...

 

An Ounce of Prevention...

by Cleo Girlie

Chapter 7. Genie in the bottle

 

Derek opened his eyes. He saw nothing. Robert must have disappeared. Actually, everything disappeared. Derek was on his own, alone, in a dark room that looked like it belonged in some ghost story with a frightening ghoul as a storyteller.

"Maddie, Robert…?" Derek called out.

He heard his own voice, but the voice was different, higher in pitch, softer somehow. It was a feminine voice, to match his feminine hair.

'My hair!' he remembered with shock. Derek looked around him. The room he was in, had drapes across big windows, their shutters closed from the outside. As if something, or someone knew what he was looking for, his attention was drawn to a full-length mirror set in a closet door that just happened to have been left open.

Derek stood in front of the mirror now. The first thing he noticed was his hair. It was still in the style Maddie gave him. Bangs, puff and French Braid. He resigned himself now. His eyes examined other aspects in his appearance. His breasts for instance were prominent. So were his red lips and tastefully made-up eyes. Suddenly he realized that he was wearing Joyce's dress. His face, decorated with her makeup. It was her eyeshadow on his eyelids, her lipstick and lipgloss on his lips. The same colours she used to use. The same perfume she used to wear was now around him, emanating from his neck and wrists and other places only women knew about.

"What's going on here?" He said out loud with shock but before he could give the matter a second thought, something rustled behind him. A blurred movement of a human form caught his eye as he turned away from the mirror. Then Joyce appeared and, to his amazement, he appeared near her. The other-self of him that appeared near Joyce was slumped on a sofa. His other-self was asleep, or otherwise very relaxed.

"Joyce…?" Derek tried calling out. His voice sounded even more feminine now, as if knowing that his hair was in a feminine style, wearing a dress and having his face made up, made him become even more feminine than he was moments ago. Joyce did not appear to hear him at all.

Joyce was waving her hand before the other Derek. She looked back, and her lips moved as if speaking to someone Derek could not even see. He could not hear what Joyce said, but then, a disembodied voice said: "He can only hear my voice, dear." The owner of the voice, although unseen, was an elderly woman he met only once before. Emilia.

Emilia's voice had a calming affect on Derek and he recomposed himself, trying to listen to every word either woman said. Joyce was speaking now and he could for the first time in months, hear her voice again. Just hearing her voice, even though she was not responding by talking to him, made him feel overwhelmed with love toward her.

"Can he hear me now Auntie?" Joyce asked with a clear determined voice.

"Yes, he hears and understands you now dear" answered Emilia.

"Derek, can you hear me sweetie?" Joyce turned to the sleeping Derek and examined his face.

"Yes Joyce, I hear you" said Derek in his now-feminine voice.

"Yes Joyce, I hear you" repeated the sleeping Derek in his normal manly voice.

Derek stepped closer and now stood over Joyce and his sleeping other-self. Looking at them both stirred something in him. This scene, he has been in it before, its… it is a dream perhaps? No… he hasn't dreamed this, it was real… but, it was… a memory! It was not taking place now as it actually happened in the past, it was just replaying before him now.

There were sounds of someone getting up, moving a chair, closing a door. Joyce and the two Derek's were now alone in the room. No one said a thing for a moment. Then, Joyce let out a soft sigh, almost a sob.

"I'm really sorry I have to… do this to you… Derek, I… I love you very much… and… I…" Joyce's body shook once. She must have found her resolve because her voice was now steeled and even, not breaking or hesitating as before.

"I have to do this because there is no other way Derek." said Joyce.

"I hope you will understand, that is, if you ever find out what I have done to you."

Then, as if reciting, Joyce's voice became rich and strong with emotion as she described to the sleeping Derek the shape of things to come.

"From now on, after today, every time you will look at other women, instead of leering, or lusting over them, you would compare yourself to them. You would wonder how You would look wearing your hair like they do. How would their dresses fit you. How it would feel to be kissed by their men. Only with me, you would be the man you truly are. With all other women who previously aroused you, you would act as a peer would, you would think of yourself as just one of the girls. If another woman that you used to find sexually appealing speaks to you, you would answer her, but as a girl! You will ask her about her dresses, her hairstyle, her makeup, and her boyfriend. Is that understood Derek?"

"Yes Joyce, I understand" said the sleeping Derek, as Derek himself looked at Joyce with tears in his eyes. Joyce was perfectly serious in her instructions and the sleeping Derek was very receptive to them. Derek looked at his own calm face as Joyce kept giving her instructions. He looked so peaceful to himself.

"…if you ever see another pussy other than mine, even in a porn magazine or a movie, instead of thinking about filling it with your cock… You would be thinking about having a pussy of your own and being filled with a man's cock!"

 

Derek could not believe his ears. Joyce was slowly but surely instructing him to actually become a woman in his own mind's eye! Suddenly, all was clear. Derek touched the puffy part of his hair, smoothing it gently. All this has already happened. Joyce, or Emilia, hypnotized him and programmed him to think as a woman if aroused by any woman other than her! How could she? Why did she have to do this? He was never unfaithful to her!

"If you ever find out about this, you will probably wonder why I had to do this to you. I am sorry sweetheart, but you know the old saying about An Ounce of Prevention..."

*TING!* A loud clear ring sounded in Derek's ears. He shook his head in surprise, his braid gently caressing the back of his dress.

*TING!* The sound repeated as the room disappeared along with Joyce and the other Derek.

*TING!* The third ring brought Derek to sit up from the sofa he was lying on. His eyes opened and took in the room around him, then one by one, Robert, Maddie and another tall girl… the dancer from the "Leopard's Paw", Michelle.

"Are you ok?" Maddie was the first to speak. Her voice filled with concern. Robert was looking at him and so was Michelle who was holding a small silver bell. It was Michelle who brought him out of his dream, if it was a dream at all and not an accurate memory of what happened before Joyce's accident.

Derek immediately knew that he had no breasts. He did not feel like he had lipstick on his lips, or any other makeup. It was just his hair that was still held and swept in a French Braid. Derek felt a little better about this, but not a lot.

"I… How… how did I get here?" Derek said, his voice shaking a bit. He looked around. The room appeared cozy and nice, certainly feminine in taste. Pink bed covers on the bed. A small vase with flowers on the bed-table.

"Don't worry sweetie, you're in my place" Michelle said calmingly.

Although still stressed, Derek did calm down a bit seeing both women smiling at him. Maddie seemed more relaxed to see Derek calm down and smile back at him, even though it was a shaky smile. Michelle looked at Derek as well with no hint of ridicule or judgement in her eyes. Clearly, the fact that Derek's hair was styled in a beautiful French Braid did not mean he was to be laughed at.

Robert was the only one still visibly shocked and out of sorts. Neither woman was looking at Robert nor paying him attention of any kind, all eyes were on Derek now. Derek looked at Maddie first.

"So… how did I get here?" He asked and smiled reassuringly. In a way, things seemed to have reversed. Derek was now more confident while Robert, Maddie and Michelle seemed to need him to show them he was feeling better.

"We brought you here after you passed out in the bar" replied Maddie. Robert looked at her and finally remembered he too had a mouth capable of speech.

"After I passed out?" asked Derek.

"I don't remember passing out… I remember ki…" started Derek. Robert's frown caused him to quickly close his mouth while his cheeks blushed with more red than was humanly possible.

"I have to go back to work, sorry mate." said Robert, getting to his feet. He reached to gently pat Derek on the shoulder before leaving the room.

"Oui, do not worry… we will take good care of him!" said Michelle. Her face looked odd now. She was still very beautiful, but there was something artificial to her beauty now, as she was wearing makeup. Derek wondered about the makeup he was wearing before in his dream/trance. Did he also look pretty, yet artificial just like Michelle?

"I'm going to make some coffee," Maddie said and left without waiting for a response from either one of them. Derek was alone with Michelle now. An opportunity most men would love to have and exploit no doubt, but somehow, both Michelle and Maddie, and even Derek himself, knew nothing would happen.

"Your hair is very pretty," Michelle said, smiling genuinely.

"Thank you," managed a surprised yet flattered Derek.

"I hope you like it that way," Michelle pursued.

Derek looked at her questioningly.

"I meant your hair sweetie, I hope you like your hair that way" Michelle smiled again. Derek knew very well what Michelle meant when she asked if he liked his hair that way, the first time. Michelle also knew that Derek knew… so they smiled at each other and finally, Derek nodded, blushing.

"That's very sweet of you, did you tell Maddie yet?" Michelle's eyes never left Derek's. She seemed to know exactly when, and how he would move his face so she could meet his eyes with hers with every move he made.

"Uhh… no, I… passed out, I think…" he said quietly. He did not pass out, and they both knew that too. Michelle decided not to let this one slip by so easily.

"You did not pass out." Michelle said, simply stating a fact.

"I… you mean…?" Derek tried very hard not to touch the subject of his latest dream/trance experience, but it seemed Michelle would leave him no choice.

"You were under a hypnotic trance." Again, Michelle was stating a fact, not debating a speculation. Somehow, she knew exactly what to do to shake him out and make him confront whatever happened to him. Derek decided it would be best to start with learning what she knew about his mental condition.

 

"How did I even…" He started.

"You were hypnotized before, and you fell back into trance because someone triggered your trance-signal." Michelle said as if she explains these things to people who visit her condo on a daily basis. There was obviously more to her than met the eye, naked or dressed. Derek's eyes quickly focused on her chest. Her breasts would feel so nice if they were his, wouldn't they? Just like in his trance. He suddenly shivered as he realized the thought that just passed through his mind. Having breasts… like a woman. Joyce's hypnotic suggestions, they were already manifesting themselves in him!

"My… trance…signal?" He countered, hoping to stir himself away from any thoughts of having breasts, after all, maybe Michelle was also a mind-reader?

"Yes, whoever hypnotized you, left some trigger signals in your mind, maybe hoping to continue with your hypnosis on a later date." Michelle's eyes never left his.

"Or… it could have just happened by accident, many things can go wrong with hypnosis." She added, smiling softly.

"How do you know all this anyway?" Derek was trying to buy time and learn what else she knew about him… did she know Robert kissed him? Did she know he liked it? Did he like it because he was hypnotized to like it… or…? Why did Robert kiss him in the first place? He needed to know!

"I study hypnosis and psychology" Michelle grinned now. Derek realized from her grin that this part of her life was not supposed to be known to the frequent ass-grabbers visiting the "Leopard's Paw".

Michelle approached him and sat beside him. Her hand gently touched his cheek. She had an idea, a theory she had to check. She had to know the facts before she could help Derek regain his proper self.

"Do you want to kiss me?" Her blue eyes stared into his. At first, he shook his head. Michelle slowly reached behind his head. Her fingers found the ends of his French Braid and undid the simple scrunchie that held it in place. Derek now felt the full weight of his hair being released and Michelle's fingers swam in it freeing the hair and setting it to freely lie on his back. He looked at this beautiful girl who sat beside him, and had just arranged his hair on his back. His eyes explored her face, her features… was she making fun of him now, offering a kiss to a man who had his hair done like a girl because she thought it was, what…? Funny? Hilarious perhaps? Or maybe she truly wanted him to kiss her?

Still not having a satisfactory answer to her question, Michells asked again.

"Do you want to kiss me, Derek?" Her lips softly spoke the words. This time, he nodded, closing his eyes, not moving… actually waiting for her to give some sort of final authorization permitting him to perform the act of the Kiss itself. None came, but as he opened his eyes, he could see her face coming closer, and felt her lips pressing on his. She kissed him. Her fingers lay now, again, in his hair and were gently smoothing his hair up his neck, feeling how smooth his hair was on the back of his neck, just like he used to do countless times to Joyce as he kissed her. It was unnerving to realize he was being kissed like girls were kissed, but there was no deying it either!

 

He did not pass out, or go into a trance with this kiss. This kiss was completely a girl-to-girl kiss and they both knew it. Apparently, so did Maddie!

"Hey… I got the coffee!" said Maddie and the surprise in her voice was in a way quite enjoyable to Derek.

Maddie put the coffee mugs down on the bedside table and sat beside Derek, on his other side. Now he was surrounded by two pretty girls, his own hair not unlike theirs, layered and trimmed in a feminine haircut. Ironically he asked himself whether this is what Joyce had in mind when she set in motion his change of heart, and mind!

  

  

  

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