Personal Fantasy Video

by Phlox

 

The night was charged with erotic energy. It crackled and sizzled with anticipation! She looked into my eyes and smiled suggestively then slowly unbuttoned her blouse one…button… at…a… time!

Then I woke up. Sigh. A test pattern on my TV was screeching at me. I was alone—again; another boring, standard evening home alone. Earlier that night I had checked out some of my premium adult channels. Same old stuff. I channel surfed for anything NOT a rerun or talk show. All I found were movies made way back in the stone age. I must have fallen asleep during one of them. I don't even remember which one it was.

I picked up my remote and mindlessly surfed through some more channels. Nothing looked interesting until I came upon an infomercial:

"…fulfill your sexual fantasy any way you choose. For $39.95 plus shipping and handling we'll send you a personalized video based on your own fantasy. Describe it in writing or call and tell us your fantasy. Within 30 days we will have a customized video sent to you in a plain brown wrapper to your door. Our phone lines are currently open."

What a come on!

"This is not a come on—"

I laughed! Yeah, right. Im-possible.

"Sound im-possible? With highly advanced techniques we make it possible. We can cater to your every personal fantasy desires."

Yeah, yeah, sure. I started to press the remote--

"Wait! Don't change the channel! Don't miss the opportunity to experience your kinkiest fantasy."

This was weird. It was like they could see and hear me, or something. It piqued my curiosity, though, so I put the remote down.

"Call now and receive a special T-shirt guaranteed to become a sought after collector's item."

They gave the phone number. I reached for my cordless then hesitated.

"Don't be shy. Punch in the number and give us a call. Our friendly operators are waiting just for you."

What the heck, I punched in the number.

"Hello. Personal Fantasy Video. Samantha speaking. I am your telephone hostess. How may I place your order?" Her voice was pleasant but impersonal.

"I'd like to order your video."

"Oh, no, sir," she said politely, "it is not our video. It is your video. Tell us your fantasy and we make it just for you and send it to you within 30 days. Guaranteed."

A thought just occurred to me, "How do you know I'm not under age?"

"We only accept signed checks and you must send a photo copy of your driver's license with your date of birth clearly circled."

"Well, um, ok then."

"Good. And what kind of fantasy would you like, sir?"

"Um, well…"

"Still kind of shy about it, sir? Don't worry. We keep everything confidential."

Well, ok. I thought for a few moments. Let's see…alright, you asked for it. I thought I would shock her with this, "I want something really, REALLY different. I want to be physically transformed completely against my will into a beautiful, sexy woman. I want to feel all of the changes that happen to my body. Make it feel very sexy and very sensuous. Make it clear you are in complete control, that this is your choice and there is nothing I can do about it."

"No problem, sir."

"No problem, huh?" This I had to see.

"That's right, sir, no problem. Our techniques are so advanced we guarantee your full satisfaction or double your money back." she answered cheerfully.

"OK. I guess." What did I have to lose.

"Good. Do you have any pictures of beautiful, sexy women?"

"Uh, yes I do. I, uh, have several, actually." I was a little embarrassed to admit this. "Uh, why?"

"For this kind of fantasy we find it helps if our clients look at these kinds of pictures when they play the video."

"Um, sure, I can do that."

"And what kind of plot scenario would you like, sir?"

"I don't know. Surprise me."

"Yes, sir. That won't be a problem, either. It will be $39.95 plus shipping and handling. The total comes to $51.95."

I got their address. The next day I mailed the check and copy of my driver's license.

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Twenty-nine days later I received a small package in a plain brown wrapper. I opened it. The T-shirt looked nice but was way too small for me. I guess they goofed and sent me the wrong size. Oh, well. Anyway, the video was there, too. No labels on it or anything but that didn't matter. I was really curious. Maybe even a little excited. There was a little note that said, "Best viewed when alone." That would be no problem.

I played the video. The screen went dark and I heard some voices chanting. A hooded figure in a gray robe faded into view.

"Hello. My name is Samantha and I am a witch."

I laughed at this but resisted asking where Darrin was.

"I appreciate that."

"Huh?"

"Shall we begin?"

"--Yeah. Any time. I'm ready."

"Are you? You don't have your pictures ready yet, do you?"

"Uh, I forgot." This was weird. I paused the video and got my pictures.

"Good. You still have all your clothes on." It was a statement, not a question but I answered anyway, "Um, yes I do (why was I answering a video?)."

"I want you to take off all your clothes and put on the T-shirt."

"What?!"

"Do not argue or hesitate. Do as I say. Take off all your clothes and put on the T-shirt."

"But it's too—"

"Do it."

I don't know why, exactly, but I did as she said. The T-shirt was a real tight squeeze. I thought it was going to rip at the seams but I managed to squirm into it. I felt silly standing there wearing nothing but a too-tight T-shirt that only went halfway down my belly. Maybe this was one of those crazy TV shows where they played some sort of a joke on you.

"This isn't a joke and it isn't a TV show, either. This is your Personal Fantasy Video."

"I, uh, have the T-shirt on, now," was all I could think of to say. I couldn't believe I was talking back to a video.

"Good. No more arguments or discussions. Do what I say and only what I say."

I suddenly started to feel as if I actually did have to do what she said or, well, kind of like, in a way, I wanted to do what she said.

"Take some deep breaths, inhale and exhale, several times in a row. This will help you relax and get in the right state of mind. Now, imagine yourself at home alone."

That was easy to do.

"It is early in the evening and you hear a knock on your door. You answer it and see a cute looking messenger standing there. She smiles sweetly. There is something strange about her but you think little of it. She says in a soft, sing-songy kind of voice, "Cupid's Candy Corp. Special delivery." She hands you a clipboard then says, "Sign here, please." You feel oddly compelled by her voice to do so. You turn away for a moment then turn back, she is suddenly gone."

This seemed so real it was almost like it was really happening.

"The package is a box of candy tied with a pink ribbon. It has a card that reads, 'From a Secret Admirer.' Without realizing it you find your hands opening the box. You shake your head a moment wondering what's going on but the thought passes quickly. There is only one piece of candy in the box. You want to resist it but you can't. You pick it up, eat it. The candy melts deliciously in your mouth; it tastes like creamy, honey sweetened chocolate—and something else. You wish there was more.

Whoa! I actually did kind of taste it. I did want more. What's going on, here?!

"As you finish the last heavenly bite you start to feel a soft buzzing in your head. A strange but wonderful kind of euphoria takes hold of you. You close your eyes and begin to slip away…deeper… deeper…a little more…. Feel yourself begin to lose control of your mind, of your body, the feeling is intoxicating, almost erotic. And you slip away more…and deeper…and deeper still."

I wanted to stop listening to her words but I couldn't help myself. I had to listen to her. Wait a minute! I suddenly realized something. I didn't actually hear her speak. When she talked to me it was like her words were in my head. I didn't hear them, I felt them.

She seemed to know what I was thinking, "I told you, I AM a witch."

This scared me and I tried to turn off the video but I found I couldn't do that either.

"You are now totally under my control and can only move or speak as I tell you to."

Samantha started chanting something else, some more words I couldn't make out. They felt powerful and made me tingle all over. What was happening me? I wanted it to stop yet I didn't want it to stop.

"Take a deep breath and hold it, until I say otherwise."

I did exactly as she said. I couldn't help myself.

"Listen to me in your mind and feel my words, they are like a warm, soft rain gently soaking into your body. Feel the sensation slowly wash down from your head, to your shoulders, to your stomach, down to your thighs, to your calves, your ankles, and down to the soles of your feet. Feel the rain soak into your skin and into your body. The sensation is soothing yet very sexy. You feel aroused. You want more! But you are afraid to lose control of yourself. You resist."

She chanted some more strange and powerful words then said, "The sensation is so good, so deeply pleasurable your resistance begins to fade…and the pleasure grows more and more intense. This feels too good to resist. You want to give in, totally, to these sensations. The more you do, the more your resistance fades, and the more your resistance fades, the more your pleasure builds. Feel your resistance fade more…more…it is almost gone…it is completely gone. Your whole body is alive, tingling with pleasure. You are losing control of yourself. You can no longer do anything to stop me. You do not want to stop me. It feels too good. You are mine, now, mine to command, to do with as I choose. Release your breath, breathe."

I did as she ordered.

"You start to feel a vibration in your chest, it tingles and feels erotic. You want to moan in pleasure—but cannot. The sensation slowly spreads out to your arms and hands, your legs, your face and then your whole body. Your skin seems to tingle alive as if someone were giving you a soothing, sensuous massage. You start to feel more aroused but cannot react. Take a deeper breath and hold it until I tell you to exhale."

I gulped a breath and held it. I couldn't release it. My head started to buzz.

"Now look at all the women in your pictures. You cannot take your eyes away from them. Suddenly all the pictures start to flash in front of you one by one. They flash faster and faster, one at a time, until one seems to change into the other. Try to focus on them but they flash so fast they turn into a hazy blur. You cannot see them clearly as they flash even faster. Do not stop watching them until I tell you to exhale."

I could not tear my eyes away from the pictures. They flashed and blurred over and over until I could not tell one from the other. Over and over and over. I felt drawn into them…dizzy… disoriented…and--

"Exhale! Breathe. The flashing slows down bit by bit and the pictures gradually become clear again. You notice there is only one picture now. Focus on it. Stare at it. It is a picture of a woman who has all the sexiest characteristics you find most desirable in each of the other women in those pictures.

"Look at her. See her hair. See how long, luxurious and beautiful it is. See the come-on twinkle in her eyes inviting a man to her place. Notice the pout of her mouth and the fullness of her lips—always ready to be kissed. See her teeth, as shiny as new pearls. Her smile could dazzle an army of men into submission. Look at her neck, like cream and peaches, begging for a lover's nibble. Look at her hands, fragile and delicate, begging for the brush of a caress. Look at her skin, as soft as velvet, begging to be gently caressed…and touched…and kissed…and nibbled on by a big, strong, handsome man. Look at her silky smooth legs perfect for miniskirts and very short shorts.

"She is just right for tight, form fitting dresses that cling to her shapely figure. Her nipples poke suggestively through her blouse. Her breasts are luscious, full and round. Her eyes, like sapphires, could turn a man into jelly. She is petite, almost any man would feel big and strong holding her in his arms.

"You do not want to look away from her picture. Focus on her. You cannot do anything else."

I could not move or look away. I did not want to.

"Take in a deep breath. Stay focused on her. Exhale. You start to tingle all over and feel yourself begin to shrink. The feeling is dreamy and euphoric. It feels good. You become smaller a little at a time. Your body keeps its proportions. You are now one inch smaller…an inch and a half…slowly growing smaller…a little at a time…two inches smaller. Feel your shoulders and head shrink down, your arms and hands become tiny and delicate. Your legs are smaller. You are smaller…three inches…your whole body continues to shrink…four inches--."

Wha-what's happening? Everything's getting bigger.

"--Your are five inches smaller. Then six. You continue to shrink down…you are seven inches smaller…growing smaller and smaller. Now eight inches. You are nine inches smaller! And ten inches smaller. Your body stops there. Take a few deep breaths. In and out, in and out."

I did as she commanded.

"You may now look at yourself. But do not touch."

My T-shirt was like a short, sexy looking dress (dress?) on me. It barely covered down to the top of my thighs, like a sexy tease. I kind of liked it in an odd sort of way. I expected to see the bulge of an erection on me but didn't. I looked at my hands, they WERE tiny, they WERE delicate. I idly started to wonder what it would be like to have a man hold them in his big, strong hands—what's this!? What am I thinking?! It was chilling and frightening and wonderful and sexy. All at the same time. What was happening to me? I took several involuntary breaths and started to hyperventilate—

"Stop!" She commanded. I obeyed. "Slow down. Breath easier, more natural. Inhale. Exhale. Breath in and out. A gentle calmness washes all over your body. You feel relaxed. Good. Good.

"You start to feel warm and cozy as if someone were gently bundling you up in a fluffy soft blanket. This feels so good you want it to continue, never stop. Let the feeling move inside you, all around you, and all the way through you. It covers your whole body all over and it feels gloriously sensual. Let it take hold of you, now, completely. You want it to take hold of you completely. Give in to the feeling. Lose control.

"Now, feel your skin shimmer and tingle all over. It slowly softens more and more until it becomes as fluffy soft as that blanket. You want to caress it. You want to touch it. You want to feel how sensuous and soft it is, but do not, you cannot."

My body, my skin feels so…. I wanted it to continue. I almost didn't want it to continue. I couldn't control myself. This, this can't be real.

"But it is. Very real." Her voice was inside my head. "Feel my words, feel my presence, I am inside of you, my mind controls you. You are clay and I am the sculptor. I am your will. I am in total control."

I heard more chanting in the background.

"Take a deep breath. Hold it as long as you can. When you release it, your mind will be blank. This scares and arouses you but you will be unable to do anything about it."

I really was scared but also very turned on. I took that deep breath and held it.

"Your nipples begin to tingle as if someone were gently blowing on them from the inside. Goosebumps dance all over your body. Feel your nipples try to push themselves out. They want to break free. They need to break free. FEEL the pressure build in intensity. FEEL the heat of that intensity. It becomes warm…then warmer…then deliciously hotter like moist, sticky heat. The pressure…the heat…it builds like too much steam in a boiler. You can do nothing about it. As it continue to build, feel…"

It was hard not to release my breath. I couldn't think clear anymore. I'm not sure I wanted to.

"…my hands lightly, softly touch your waist. Feel me mold it, sculpt it slimmer, smaller, into the waist of a shapely, sexy woman…

"…Feel me slowly move my hands down your waist over your hips. The sensation sends erotic shivers all through your body. Feel your hips vibrate softly then shimmer as they widen just enough to curve delicately into your waist…

"…I reach inside your derriere and mold it rounder, fuller, softer. Imagine all the stares you'll get swaying so provocative and sexy as you walk down the street.

"Now feel your whole body tingle erotically all over as I mold it, shape it, curve it into the round hourglass figure of a seductive, sexy woman. Perfect for a man to make love to. This frightens you but feels more erotic because of it."

Unable to hold my breath any longer, I released it. A door suddenly clicked shut in my mind. All I could do, now, was go along for the ride.

"That's right, go along for the ride. Do not resist. You cannot, you do not want to resist. Now, take a deep breath a little sip at a time. Hold it a moment. Slowly exhale. As you do this, feel my hand lightly touch your hair then gently begin to brush it. O-n-e-g-e-n-t-l-e-s-t-r-o-k-e. Your hair starts to grow. T-w-o-g-e-n-t-l-e-s-t-r-o-k-e-s, it grows longer. Three s-t-r-o-k-e-s… longer…longer. My brushing feels like a soooothing, sensuous massage. You want to let it take you to an orgasm. But cannot. Feel me brush your hair one sensuous stroke at a time. As it keeps growing, feel…

"…me touch your legs. Look at them. Watch them shimmer and change. Feel them tingle softer as I mold them into long, enticing, and shapely legs perfect for miniskirts and bikinis. Imagine the hungry stares you'll get on a beach when you slowly, oh, so slowly and oh, so deliberately rub them all over and over with oil. The thought is intoxicating and erotic.

"Your hair is now long, luxurious, and as soft as velvet. Imagine how sensuous it will feel when a man gently stokes it. This arouse you more. Your hair grows all the way down to your shapely, womanly waist and stops."

I felt so--so feminine now, with my long hair and soft body. I couldn't help it. This was strangely erotic, I wanted to moan in pleasure but couldn't. I felt my manhood almost tingle to an erection but it seemed to grow smaller and softer the more it tingled.

"I now touch your nipples, your flat, boring, ugly male nipples as sensitive as dried up clay. Inhale deeply. Release. Feel me reach into your chest and touch them from the inside. They hurt to escape their male imprisonment. It will feel so good to escape. But something holds them back. They push harder and harder. They want to break free. They are ready. You are ready. But not quite yet. Something is still wrong! What can it be? You must ask me, in your own words, to let them free. You may now speak!"

I choked a moment on the words as I tried to form them, then I whispered in an
out-of-breath female voice, "Please let them free, let them free!"

"They are now FREE!"

I suddenly felt a fluttering in the front of my T-shirt. The material rippled one way, then another, and started to push out. A rush of erotic sensations shivered through my chest. I felt my nipples pulsate in and out as they began to grow and then pulsate and push out more. My T-shirt bulged out slowly from my chest as it tightened more and more around my nipples and breasts. I felt sparks of pleasure tingle all through them, all through me. They grew larger…and luscious, soft, and succulent. My T-shirt clung deliciously tighter and tighter around my breasts. I could feel my nipples poking through the material. It was electric! I squealed in delight then moaned again and again with each breath I took, in and out. Oh, my…!

"It feels so good to lose control, to let yourself go, doesn't it? Enjoy the feelings, let them take over, let yourself enjoy the sensations tingling all through your whole body.

"You feel your breasts grow a little larger, a little more sensitive, and then you feel them stop. You want to cup them in your hands and experience how wonderful they must feel but you cannot do so yet. Take a deep breath. Breathe in and out, in…a-n-d…o-u-t. Enjoy how they feel moving up and down with each inhale and each exhale. Breath in and out again.

"There is still one thing left to do. What do you suppose that is?"

I could not form enough of a thought to answer her question. What could she mean?!

"You must ask me to complete you, to finish you. You must ask. You can still speak."

"Please make me complete. Please finish me."

"Breathe deeply again, and feel the gentle, soothing pressure of my hand gently stroking your back. My touch is light and sends tingly goose bumps all over your body.

I shuddered in pleasure.

"Feel me move through you, and in you. Feel me lightly, tenderly push through your body and reach down to your manhood. I gently pull it from the inside. Feel it soften and draw into your body. I reshape it, mold it, and pull it all the way inside you. I form it slowly into a vagina. It feels incredible. You want to touch it but cannot.

"You are almost there, almost womanized against your will. Feel your body, your thoughts, your mind slowly become more womanly, more feminine. Picture yourself in a room with a man. The lights are soft and intimate. You smile enticingly and slowly unzip your dress then let it fall to the floor. You turn around, unfasten your bra and hug it to your breasts. You turn back. He cannot take his eyes off you. The look on his face is so sexy! You hold your bra out with one hand and let it fall softly to the floor. You give a slow sexy wiggle…then you let your hands seductively roam up and down the tantalizing curves of your waist…then you s-l-o-w-l-y move your panties down your thighs to your knees and all the way to the floor. The man loses complete control, grabs you up in his arms and…the picture in your mind fades away!

"You may now move your hands to your breasts. Cup them to your body. Slowly massage them round and round with your soft, feminine hands. You moan with pleasure. Slowly move your hands down to your tummy and to your sides. Enjoy how warm and soft your skin feels. Let your hands gently, sensuously slide down your waist to your luscious derriere. You lick your lips at how delicious this feels. Your body feels so sensuous, feminine, and alive.

"Now, move your hands a little at a time to your vagina. A little closer. Once you touch it, you will explode with the fires of your first female orgasm!" I tried to speak. "Hush, now. It is almost time. Your orgasm will be so intense it will seem to consume you and you will pass out.

"When you awake, you will be in bed. Your body will be completely womanized inside and out. The video will be gone. But know this, everyone around you, everyone you know, will believe you've always been a woman. They will, of course, think of you very differently than you're used to—especially the men. Your hand is almost to your vagina now.

"You will have an identity. Some of your memories will need to be readjusted. For awhile, you'll have two sets of them. In time, your old ones will fade. They'll never go completely away, they just won't seem important anymore. And some day, if I choose, I may let you find us again and change you back, if that is a fantasy you need to experience. Until then…

"NOW!"

Explosion!!! Fire!!!! Ohmygod!!!!!!!!!!!!

Then I went blank and passed out.

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I woke up in my bed, completely naked and drenched in sweat. How long had it been? Half an hour? More? Who cares. It was glorious! I took a few deep breaths, my breasts moved with each inhale and each exhale. Mmmm!

I looked around and saw a cute, cozy room with lacy curtains and lots of pretty flowers. It was just darling. I took another deep breath and looked around some more. My T-shirt was on the floor. How'd it get there? I could hardly wait to wear it again, though. It would be perfect for, well, um, lots of things (if you know what I mean). I gave a girlish laugh at that thought.

--Hey, the Video was gone. I wonder where it went to? Oh, well….

My stomach suddenly growled. I realized I was absolutely famished. Let's see, nothing to eat at home, here. But I did have plenty of money in my purse to go get something, no need to go to the bank. How did I know that? Boy, I sure was hungry, though. I could almost eat two salads. I walked over to my dresser; it had a sweet, charming smell about it.

I chose some soft silk panties that felt so heavenly I knew I was going to enjoy putting them on. I pulled them slowly up my ankles, slowly over my calves, up past my knees, up over my luscious thighs, slowly all the way up my legs and then over my derriere. They felt sooo divine next to my skin.

Next, I picked out a frilly silk bra (I simply love silk). My nipples stiffened delightfully as it cupped my breasts and sent some tingles of pleasure all over my body. Oh, my, my! I had to take a few quick breaths to still myself, in and out, in and out, and that felt so gooood, too.

I went to my closet and got my favorite dress. I held it in front of me and gently hugged it to my body. It was so pretty and felt so sensuous. I put it on and had to do a sexy wiggle to slip into it. It was tight and clingy and molded itself to my figure like a wonderfully soft second skin. It was deliciously low cut (why should a girl hide her yummy, succulent breasts?). It was scandalously short and revealing enough to tease a man into a few stares and, maybe, a delightful bulge in his pants. I was going to enjoy sitting down and slowly crossing my gorgeous, shapely legs. I smiled at the thought. No wonder this was my favorite dress.

I walked to my full length mirror. A beautiful woman stared back at me. She was devastatingly sexy and absolutely gorgeous. The come-on look in her eyes could stun any man into submission. And she was me and, oh, I was soooo sexy. All I had to do was flirt with my baby blues, sparkle a smile, and…!

And then, to my horror, I realized what I had been thinking for the past several minutes: Men! The horror faded quickly as thoughts of how much fun it will be to make a man "suffer" and then let him grab me into bed. I gave a little girlish laugh at this.

Well, if I was going out to get something to eat, I had to make sure I looked my best. I went to my vanity. There was a pretty pink ribbon on it. I wonder where that came from? Anyway, I sat down, brushed my hair (oh, my, that felt wonderful, too!), then puckered my lips to make a kiss and began to put on some juicy red lipstick (it felt sooo good on my lips!).

**********

That was four months ago. Even with the memories Samantha gave me I still had a lot to learn about being a woman. I had to learn how to relate to other women and, of course, how to relate to men. I had to learn how to take care of my body and keep track of that time of the month. The idea of having a baby made me feel tingly all over in a different sort of way. I teared up whenever I thought about holding one in my arms. It would be so precious. But I wanted to wait for the right man, though. When I do meet him, he won't have a chance. That thought made me giggle like a "bad" little girl.

It also took me awhile to learn how to walk in high heels. It was worth it, though. I wiggled and swayed so s-e-x-y I turned lots of heads as I walked by. And I always knew what they were thinking, too. Just like naughty little boys! Hmmmmm!

Anyway--

It's great being lusciously soft, devastatingly attractive, tantalizingly feminine—and hot. I LOVE it! Oh, some day I will settle down and be a good little girl. But, for now, I want to enjoy being seductive and desirable. I want to enjoy never ever having to spend any evenings home alone any more unless I choose to. You know, maybe that was my real fantasy all along.

I love my new life. I love it especially when I, um, shall we say, lose control. Well, it feels great to lose control like that, like it sets something free inside me. It makes me feel happy.

I've also made a lot of men feel happy, too, along the way (safely I might add).

I've never been able to find Personal Fantasy Video again. I tried a few times but no luck. Every once in awhile I get the urge to try again. I often forget why, though. Maybe some day. Until then…

…anyone seen my T-shirt?

  

  

  

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