Hypnosis Doesn’t Work On Me

“Alright, Mr. Parks, could you tell me a bit about the problem you said you were facing.” Elliot laid back on the chaise longue. “Well, I guess it all started when my ex-wife caught me in bed with another woman.”

The therapist writes on his notepad. “I see, so what brought you to cheating?” Elliot sighed. “Well, after seven years we started to drift apart. We barely talked, never mind touching each other. Then I met Stacey.”

“Stacey is the person you had an affair with, correct? Tell me about her.” Elliot looked at the therapist. “Yes, she was the one. Stacey was amazing. She was super flirty and bubbly and knew how to have a good time.”

Elliot looked up at the ceiling then closed her eyes, and began to picture Stacey. “She was also a super sexy blonde bimbo. She had a perfect hourglass figure, thick juicy thighs, a big jiggly ass, and most importantly she had massive bouncy breasts with pointy nipples that were always showing.”

Elliot heard the therapist suddenly stop writing. She opened her eyes and looked at him to see him with a confused look on his face as he stared at her. “Everything okay Doc?” He grunts, then adjusts his glasses.

“This woman.” He said. “Stacey.” Elliot corrected. “Yes Stacey… Did she often wear tight sexy dresses, for example, a long tight red dress that hugs the waist tightly, all while showing a lot of cleavage?”

Elliot was a bit surprised. “Yes actually. You basically nailed it. She always wore dresses like that and never wore a bra or even panties. She was also pretty good at matching her makeup and nails to the color of the dress she was wearing, which made her look even sexier.”

The therapist wrote on his pad again. “By that you mean, if for say she was wearing a red dress, she’s had on red lipstick and possibly red painted fingernails?” Elliot nodded. “Yup, that’s correct. I truly don’t know how she found the time.”

The therapist stopped writing and remained silent for a moment. “Mr. Parks, if you don’t mind me asking. When you look into a mirror what do you see?” Elliot raised an eyebrow. “What kind of question is that? Like physically or mentally?”

“Physically when you look in the mirror, what does the person looking back look like?” Elliot looked back up to the ceiling. “Oh, I guess I see myself. A guy with short brown hair, green eyes, a short beard, and a crooked nose from when I broke it.”

“Hmmm. So If I told you that wasn’t what you actually looked like, how would you take that?” Elliot looked back at him, she was really getting sick of his confusing questions. “What does that even mean?”

The therapist once again wrote on his notepad. “If I told you that you were in fact not a man, but a woman that looked exactly how you described this Stacey person, how would you feel?” Elliot sat up and looked him in the eyes.

“I’d feel angry that I spent money on a hack therapist. I’m not a woman, and I definitely don’t look like Stacey. I mean I’d know If I had massive breasts!” Elliot then reached up and grabbed her massive breasts and began to fondle them.

“See there’s no breasts here. Nothing but my pecs that I got working really hard at the gym.” The therapist was completely shocked as if he was seeing something he absolutely couldn’t believe. He then snapped out of it and wrote on his notepad again.

He then got up and walked over to a filing cabinet. He opened it and moved things around inside until he found what he was looking for. He pulled out an old-timey pocket watch with a fancy-looking gold chain.

“A pocket watch? What do you need that for?” Elliot asked, confused. “I’m going to attempt to put you into a trance, and it helps the person going into a trance to have something to focus on.” Elliot laughed.

“That’s not going to work Doc, I can't be hypnotized.” “I’m not exactly trying to hypnotize you. What I’m hoping for is to put you in a relaxing trance and help you break down some of the mental barriers you put up.” He said as he sat back down and moved his chair closer to Elliot.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I’m telling you it won’t work.” “I guess we’ll see.” The therapist says. He then dangles the watch in front of Elliot’s face and starts to swing it from side to side.

“Keep your eyes focused on the watch, and your ears focused on my voice.” Elliot nodded and used her eyes to follow the watch. “I want you to relax… Feel your worries melt away… become so comfortable that you and the couch are one…”

This continued for a few minutes but nothing happened. “Nothing huh? That’s quite odd, almost everyone is able to go into a trance with enough relaxation, but something seems to be keeping you from reaching that state.”

The therapist puts the watch down and picks up his notepad to write in it again. Elliot rolled her eyes. “Doc, I’m telling you, this hypnosis stuff doesn’t work on me! My ex-wife tried to use it to make me act like a chick after she caught me fooling around, and it didn’t work then either.”

The therapist suddenly stopped writing and placed his notepad in his lap. He then rubbed his hand across his bald head. Then he spoke. “She did what?” “Yeah, I woke up one morning to her using a similar watch and telling me I had to act like a chick.”

Elliot sat back up and crossed her legs in quite a feminine manner. “I’m not sure how long she’d been trying, all I know is that it didn’t work, as I don’t act the slightest bit like a chick, and despite your weird questions, I don’t look anything like one.”

The therapist just looked at Elliot, eyes opened wide in disbelief while he stroked his mustache. “Mr. Elliot, it is my firm belief that your ex-wife not only succeeded in using hypnosis on you, but she also put up mental barriers to prevent you from noticing.”

Elliot started laughing. “So what are you saying that I am actually a woman and that somehow I can’t tell? That’s absolutely ridiculous.” Elliot stood up. “Mr. Parks, think about it, you came here because you said you’ve been feeling as if something is off about yourself.”

Elliot got silent for a moment. “You’re right about that, but I really doubt it’s because I’m a woman now and can't tell. I’m sure it’s more like I’m just depressed because I’ve been single and only having one-night stands since my divorce.”

The therapist sighed. “Mr. Parks, I’m afraid I may not be able to help you. I’ll waive the fee for this session, but I highly suggest if you want to feel better, you contact your ex-wife and make up with her, and hope she’s nice enough to remove the many hypnotic suggestions she has placed on you.”

Elliot was annoyed. “Alright, I’ll call her when I leave, but I really don’t think what you're saying is true.” Elliot then walked over to the door. “Mr. Parks.” Elliot turned towards him. “Yes, Doc?” “I wish you the best of luck.”

Elliot waved him off, she then grabbed her coat and purse and opened the door. She made her way out of his office walking in her high six-inch heels. Once she made it back to her convertible, she pulled out her phone and called her ex.

“Hey Elli! What’s up girl?” Megan her ex said. “Hey, I just wanted to give you a call and tell you this dumb ass stuff this therapist just tried to fling on me,” Elliot said, annoyed as she started her car. “Therapist? What did he tell you?” Megan asked, slightly concerned.

“Well for starters, he tried to tell me I was a sexy woman who looked just like Stacey.” Megan laughed. “Did he now? What else did he say?” “He tried to tell me that little stun you pulled where you tried to hypnotize me worked and that you made it so I can't tell I’m a woman.”

Megan continued to laugh. “That’s absurd, I sure hope you didn’t pay that quack.” Elliot laughed this time. “No, that was the only sensible thing he did. He waived the entire session and told me he couldn't help me.”

“That’s good, you have much better things to spend money on, like makeup.” Elliot laughed again. “Yes right, because I’m secretly a woman and don’t know it right?” Megan stopped laughing. “Hey Elli, want to know a secret?” “Sure, Meg, what is it?” Elliot said, curious.”

“You cheated on me, so I cheated you out of your manhood,” Magan said. Suddenly Elliot felt her mind becoming clearer, almost like she had been in a foggy haze for a long time. She pulled her car over and grabbed her head.

“What’s going on, why does my head feel so weird.” “It’s because I released the command that kept you from noticing your changes. Go ahead and look in your rearview mirror.” Elliot looked into it and watched as her mouth dropped.

“I’m a… I’m a wo... I really am a woman?” Elliot yelled. “Yup, that’s right, and not only that, but I got you to turn yourself into a clone of that slutty bitch Stacey you cheated on me with.” Elliot was left speechless as she checked out her body.

“Hopefully this will teach you a lesson that cheating has consequences. If not, I’m sure being fully aware of all the feminine things you do from now on will help, especially when you have sex with men with big meaty cocks.”

“No… Please… Please turn me back..” Elliot begged. “I will never do that, enjoy your life as a bimbo you cheating bitch. You’ll never hear from me again.” Megan then hung up and blocked Elliot before she could call back.

Elliot sat there completely shocked and broken. “ I can't believe all of this… I guess that Doc was right… I wonder if he might be able to help me now, or at the very least add some new suggestions to make me forget about all of this….”