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Never Marry a Hypnotist
by Alana
"Never Marry a Hypnotist" by Alana
On Friday evening my husband got home by 6:00 p.m., which surprised me. I'd already implanted a post-hypnotic suggestion compelling him to go directly from home to work, and from work to home, with no stops in between. I don't want him trying to flee. But I do allow him to work late if he wants to, and recently he's been working as late as he can, delaying his return home. He knows what's waiting for him.
"You're early," I said. "By which I mean on time, which is unusual these days."
"This ends right here and now," he said.
He reached in his coat pocket. I caught the flash of a snub-nosed nickel-plated revolver.
"Prissy!" I exclaimed. "What do you think you're doing with that thing, you naughty girl! Put it down at once!"
He stared at the gun in his hand, frightened. Then he looked at me.
"I don't know! I didn't know!"
"Put it down! I said, put it down!"
He very carefully laid it on the floor. He was startled and confused.
"And what are you doing in men's clothes, again? I've talked to you about that. Pretty girl wear pretty dresses. You know that!"
"I'm sorry! I didn't know! I don't know how---"
"Never mind that. Get those clothes off!"
I helped him with his tie and coat, but he took the rest off himself.
"I laid your frillies out on the bed. Go put them on, and your wig and your special make-up. I've got a surprise for you."
While he was getting dressed, I unloaded the gun and put it in a desk drawer. I hid the bullets away.
When he had gotten dressed in his frilly underwear, I went to his closet.
"I don't know why a naughty girl like you deserves something this nice, but I bought you a pretty new dress. Look!"
His eyes lit up when he saw the gleaming pink satin dress.
"Mommy, it's beautiful!"
"Well, don't just stare at it, put it on."
"Help me, Mommy."
"Prissy, you're old enough to put on your own dresses by now. Put it on yourself."
He slipped it on and got it zipped up all by himself.
"Mommy, I love it! It's so pretty!"
He posed adorably in his pretty pink dress.
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"Not as pretty as you are, Prissy."
"Is Daddy coming home soon? I want him to see my pretty dress!"
"No, dear. Daddy won't be coming home for some time, now. Daddy was naughty."
"What did Daddy do?"
"Daddy messed around with another woman."
"What's 'messed around'?"
"That's something that grown-ups do. It's kind of like a special hug. I'll explain it to you when you're older. Turn around and let me see how it looks in the back."
He turned around and gave me an adorable look over the shoulder, so happy to be in his pretty dress.
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"Can I wear my new dress all weekend?"
"No. You've been naughty. You can wear it tonight, but it will be awhile before you get to wear it again. Not till you can be a good girl. Now assume the position."
"No!"
"What was that? Did you just tell me no?"
"Mommy, no! Please! I'm sorry! I don't know how it happened!"
"Guns are very dangerous. You know that. I'm doing this for your own good."
"Please, Mommy!"
"Right now!"
He went over to the couch and leaned over with his hands on the armrest, staring at me sullenly. I loved that delicious submissiveness.
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I lifted up his skirt and gave him twenty good smacks on his cute little rump. He started crying before I was even half done.
He stood up and dried his tears. He tried to sit down on the couch, but his rear end was too sore, so he just kind of perched on the edge.
"Now Prissy, you know this is for your own good. Don't pout. No one likes to see a pretty little girl who's pouting all the time. People like to see little girls who are happy and cheerful. So I want you to give me a smile."
He tried to smile a little.
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"That's better."
We had dinner. Prissy was careful not to spill anything on his brand new pink satin dress. Afterwards I told him he could watch some television if he wanted to.
He turned it on. As he was watching TV, I watched him. He could be such a wonderful little girl when he wanted to be, and it made me happy just to see him enjoying himself and being so girly. He caught my eye and smiled at me.
He was such a sweet little confection in his lovely pink dress! Like a yummy little bon-bon!
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I gave him a kiss on the cheek when it was time to go to bed. Now that he was a little girl he slept in the guest bedroom, except when he had a bad dream or was feeling scared, and then I let him sleep with me. He loved his new dress so much he wanted to sleep in it, but of course I made him put on his nightie.
In the morning he asked if he could wear his new dress, even though I'd already told him he couldn't. I told him he could wear his pink gingham dress. It used to be his favorite dress, but of course it couldn't compare with the lovely pink satin frock.
"Help me get dressed, Mommy."
"Now, you know better than that. You're getting to be a big girl now, and you can get dressed all by yourself."
"OK," he said sullenly. I could've made him a little girl who was more obedient and didn't talk back all the time, but I kind of liked ordering him around. It was more fun when he fought back a little.
He went in his bedroom, and soon came out in his cute little pink gingham dress.
"Look, Mommy! I put it on all by myself!"
He posed adorably.
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"Good girl. First we're going to have some breakfast, and then guess what? We're going to clean up the house! I might even let you run the vacuum cleaner!"
"Could I really, Mommy?"
He clapped his hands together in glee.
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He wouldn't lift a finger to help me around the house before, but put him in a pretty gingham dress and he can't wait to help.
"We'll see," I said.
"Let me get the vacuum cleaner out now, Mommy."
He turned to the closet.
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"Not now! I told you, we're having breakfast first. Honestly, Prissy, I just don't know where your head's at, sometimes."
"I'm sorry, Mommy."
We ate, and then spent a few hours cleaning the house. When we were done, he was so tired he flopped down on the couch and pulled his feet up. I should've told him to keep his feet off the sofa, but he just looked so adorable sitting there with his legs curled up, his frilly petticoat showing, that I just couldn't be mad at him.
"I love you, Prissy. I am so lucky you're my daughter. You're just the best little girl in the world."
He smiled at me.
"I'm lucky too, Mommy! Lots!"
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Then I remembered that this was the man who came home with a loaded gun.
"Mommy, couldn't I change into my shiny new pink dress?"
"Well, I'll tell you what, Prissy. You can wear A pink dress, but not that one. Just a minute."
I went into his room and brought out his pink sissy dress.
"Not that one, Mommy! I'm too old to wear that dress now!"
"Not for long. Take off what you're wearing, Prissy."
He took off his pink gingham dress, and I forced him into his pink sissy dress. I told him to sit down on the floor, and started to put his hands into some pink satin mittens that would restrict his actions.
"No, Mommy! No!"
"Don't fuss so, Baby Prissy."
At the mention of that name, his head lolled back and he seemed to lose control of his arms and legs. I got his hands into the mittens and his feet into the little booties without much difficulty. The final touch was a pacifier, which I put in his mouth. He suc-ked on it, and crawled around on all fours. Baby Prissy was too young to walk, yet.
I went to the desk drawer and got out the empty gun.
"Do you like your pink dress, Peter?"
He blinked, coming out of the trance. He looked down at his dress and his mittens, and he glared at me with a look of cold hatred in his eyes.
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He said a few unintelligible words, and realized he still had the pacifier in his mouth. I laughed at him, and he glared at me again.
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He spat it out, and said, "What the hell did you do to me?"
"The usual. What were you intending to do with the gun, Peter?"
"What do you think?"
"I think if you killed me you might just wind up being a little girl for the rest of your life, and no one could bring you out of it. It would only take one word from me."
"Forty-eight hours is the longest it could last."
"Oh, really? Don't believe everything you read on Google. Were you really willing to go to prison for the rest of your life?"
"I'm in prison now. A prison of frilly dresses and petticoats."
"And you look so pretty in them!"
"You bitch! I'll kill you!"
He lunged at me, and I said, "Baby Prissy!" just in time.
He fell on his face and started to cry. I held him and comforted him. I tickled him and listened to him giggle and coo. He was so much fun to play with when he was Baby Prissy.
But eventually every baby has to grow up, at least a little. I turned him back into Prissy, and made him put on his blue gingham dress. We ate a little lunch.
I took a look out the window. The trailer trash had started their outdoor barbecue. I thought they'd appreciate a visit from Prissy.
"You look so pretty in blue, Prissy."
"Really, Mommy? Do you think I look pretty?"
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Of course you do. You know you look pretty, Prissy. In fact, you look so pretty today, I want to show you off a little. Let's go down to the trailer park and say hello to the guys having their barbecue."
"No, Mommy! Not that! They're a bunch of meanies! They're always yelling things at me, and laughing at me, and I don't know why! They're mean!"
"Now, now, Prissy, they're just trying to get your attention, that's all. That means they like you. Now, when we go out there I want you to be nice to them. I want you to go right up to them and smile, and give them a little curtsey, like the sweet little girl you are."
"Please, Mommy! Can't we just stay indoors?"
"No we can't. It's a nice day, and we're going for a walk. Tug your skirt down and let's go."
I had to practically force him out the door. As we walked I followed along behind him, enjoying the sight of his beautiful legs in that short skirt. He really did have lovely legs. He should've been a woman. He was so lucky I let him wear high heels. Most little girls his age wouldn't be allowed to wear them.
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I loved the way the wind was playing with his short skirt, blowing up under it, making it swish and sway in the breeze. He didn't even bother to hold it down.
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But then he came to those idiots having their barbecue. They hooted and laughed, calling him names. But instead of going right up to them and curtseying, he just ignored them! Wouldn't even look in their direction!
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My naughty little husband! My contrary husband in his cute little blue gingham dress wouldn't do what I told him to! I nearly put him over my knee right then and there, but I had a better punishment in store.
"You stop right there!"
We were past the guys having their barbecue, but we could still hear them.
"Please, Mommy! I just couldn't! They were so mean to me!"
"Be quiet, Peter."
He blinked a few times, then looked at me quizzically. He looked down at his pretty blue dress, then all around him.
"What am I doing outside in a dress?" he asked.
"Why not? It's a nice day. We have to turn around and go back now."
In a panic, he looked in the direction of the barbecue. He could still hear them. He looked all around. There was no other way out of the trailer park than the way we came.
"You can't make me walk past them looking like this! Please, Estella! They might even attack me!"
"You should've thought of that before you married a hypnotist. And then cheated on her."
"I promise I'll never cheat on you again! Please, turn me back into a little girl!"
"You want to be a little girl?"
"I don't want to remember this."
"Tough. Turn around and start walking, Peter. They'll love you in your pretty little dress."
He walked as fast as he could in his high heels, which wasn't very fast. Walking much more like a man this time, he went past the barbecue as they laughed and jeered and called him names. I laughed harder than any of them to see it!
He shot an annoyed look in my direction.
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The jeering got worse as he got closer. He looked down at his pretty dress, as though just realizing for the first time he was wearing it. Oh, the delicious, exquisite look of humiliation in his eyes!
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As soon as we got back home I turned him back into Prissy. We had some dinner, and I said he could watch TV before bedtime.
Sunday morning we got up and had breakfast. Prissy kept bothering me about wanting to wear his pretty pink satin dress, but I told him no. He was naughty on Saturday, when he wouldn't curtsey to those men at the barbecue, so I told him he couldn't wear pink today. I made him put on his blue gingham Swiss Miss dress. We did some more housework and had lunch, and I told him he could watch TV in the afternoon.
I just loved watching him sitting there in his girly dress, his pretty legs in white stockings. He caught my eye and smiled at me. Having a daughter was so much fun!
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In the evening we had dinner. He was looking worried and disturbed about something.
"Mommy, can I ask you a question? Are you really my Mommy? Am I really a little girl?"
I just about spat out my milk when he said that!
"Prissy, how can you ask a question like that! Of course you're a little girl! Look at yourself, honey! You have long hair, and you wear dresses! How could you be anything but Mommy's little girl?"
"But I'm bigger than you are! And I'm so much bigger than all the little girls I see on television. They all go to school! Why don't I go to school, Mommy?"
"There are good answers to all these questions, Prissy, and I'll explain it to you when you're older. Help me clear the table, and we're going to go say hello to those men having their barbecue."
"Not again, Mommy!"
"Yes, again, and you're going to do what I say this time. You're going to smile at them and you're going to curtsey. And you're going to skip, this time. I want you to skip up to them. If you don't I'll take that brand new dress you love so much and throw it in the trash!"
"No! Mommy!"
"Don't cry and carry on so. I'm your Mommy and you have to do what I say. Help me with the dishes and let's get going."
We loaded up the dish washer and turned it on. I took a last look at pretty Prissy to make sure he looked perfect, and we left.
They always have their barbecue until late in the evening on a Sunday. I made Prissy skip right up to them, which wasn't easy for him to do in high heels. They all started laughing as soon as they saw him, but he presented himself to them and smiled and dropped them the sweetest little curtsey I've ever seen him do. It was darling!
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He looked back at me to see if he was doing it right, but I was laughing too hard to pay attention.
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Oddly enough, the guys stopped laughing. They smiled appreciatively, and one of them even applauded and cheered. I wasn't sure I liked this new tolerant attitude of theirs. I wanted them to go back to jeering and name-calling, but it seems my husband looked so sweet in his pretty little dress, he won them over.
"Let's go home."
"Did you see that, Mommy. They liked me!"
"Yeah, yeah, fine. Let's go home."
I dragged my husband home by the elbow. I was in a bad mood.
Monday evening my husband got home late, about 8:30. No gun this time. I had already eaten, and I figured if he was so intent on arriving home late, he could just go without supper.
I turned him into Prissy immediately, and as usual he started bothering me about wearing his adorable pink satin dress. I was mad at him for getting home late, but he had been a good girl the day before, and I suppose it wasn't fair to blame Prissy for what Peter had done. So I let him put on his favorite pink dress.
Seeing how happy he was in that pretty dress put me in a better mood. He can really be the most darling little girl when he wants to be!
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I had a whim. I said to my husband, "Prissy, I'll give you a choice. You can wear that dress for the rest of the evening, or we can play dress-up again, and you can try on one of my dresses and see what it's like to be a grown up woman. Which would you like to do?"
"Oh, I want to play grown-up, Mommy! I want to be a grown-up like you!"
I thought so. We went into my bedroom, and Prissy took off his pretty pink dress. He was reluctant to take it off, but he couldn't resist playing grown-up. I slid his stockings off his legs and gave him a pair of dark pantyhose.
"Prissy, I bet you can't put on these grown-up nylons all by yourself."
"I bet I can, Mommy!"
While he struggled with the pantyhose, I reached into my closet and pulled out a slip and a sexy black dress. My husband and I are the same dress size. Is this a perfect marriage or what?
"Not that one, Mommy, I want to wear something really pretty and colorful."
"Now, now, Prissy. This is what grown-up woman wear when they want to look grown-up and sexy. You want to look grown-up, don't you?"
He nodded. By now he had on the pantyhose, and I helped him into the satin slip and the black dress.
"Now, these are grown-up high heels for you to wear. They're stiletto heels. Can you say that? Stiletto heels."
"Stiletto heels. They hurt, Mommy."
"You'll have to get used to them. Now, bring your purse and come on out to the sofa."
We went to the living room. I had Prissy sit down, and instructed him on how to cross his legs like a grown-up lady.
"I must say, you look quite sexy in that dress, Priscilla."
At the mention of that name, his whole demeanor changed. His movements and gestures became much more practiced and mature. He was an adult, now. An adult woman.
He blinked and looked around.
"Estella, it's the strangest thing, I keep having these blackouts. All of a sudden I don't know where I am or how I got there. What were we talking about?"
"I was just saying, we're going out drinking tonight, Priscilla. Grab your purse and let's go."
"OK. Let me just fix my lips."
He took a lipstick out of his purse and went to the mirror to touch up his lips. I enjoyed the sight of his gorgeous, sexy legs in dark nylons.
"You don't wear pants much, do you Priscilla?"
He turned and looked at me.
"No. I can't even remember the last time I wore pants. Ever since I was a little girl I've always loved wearing dresses. I remember, when I was a girl I had this beautiful pink satin dress I just loved. My mother only let me wear it when I was good. That was a long time ago, but it seems like just yesterday, somehow. No, pants just aren't very feminine. No offense."
I was in a pantsuit and comfortable shoes.
"No offense taken. I guess we can't all be as feminine and girly as you, Priscilla. You are 100% girly girl."
"Thank you, Estella, that's so nice of you to say! Is your husband coming with us? You know, I don't think I've ever met him. I've seen plenty of pictures of him all over the place."
"My husband will not be joining us. I told you what he did."
"You can't stay mad at him forever, Estella. You know how men are. You can't change them."
"Oh, can't I? Anyway, perhaps you and I might pick up a few cute guys tonight."
"Estella! You're a married woman!"
"I am, but I'm not a fanatic about it."
He threw back his head and laughed, placing one hand flat against his chest and fluttering the other at me in a feminine, limp-wristed gesture.
"Oh, you are awful, Estella! Are we going to be driving?"
"No, it's walking distance."
"I hope it's not too far." He looked down at his legs, and his shoes. "I guess I picked the wrong night to wear stilettoes, didn't I? Oh, well. Beauty is pain, right?"
Yes it is, and it's going to be very painful for you, husband dear. He was wearing three-inch heels, and I decided to buy him some four-inch ones soon.
"Could we get something to eat while we're out? I'm hungry."
"Oh no, Priscilla, you've got to watch your figure. You could stand to lose a few pounds."
"I suppose you're right," he said, looking down at himself.
We left together. We took a short cut through the trailer park. I stayed behind to enjoy the sight of his lean, lovely legs in dark nylons. I'd have to see about buying him a new dress, something slutty to show off his legs and figure, especially his cute little butt.
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"Hurry it up, Estella! I'm going fast than you in these heels, and you're wearing flats."
"Right behind you. There's no hurry. Take a right here."
I was thinking we might go to that bar where those men were hassling him, before. That was fun. He nearly got beat up! He just couldn't understand why they were bothering him.
It's wonderful to have a daughter, really it is, but sometimes you just want to leave the kid at home and hit the town for a ladies night out, even if one of the ladies is a man in a dress who can't seem to understand why everyone's always laughing at him. I'd been thinking I'd only continue his punishment until I felt he'd learned his lesson, or until I got tired of it. But checking out my husband's sexy legs in dark nylons, hearing his stiletto heels click against the pavement, I had only one thought in mind.
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I can't see myself ever getting tired of this.
THE END
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