Scenario:A male college student is hypnotized by his female psychology professor
Every morning before class he will be hit with the subconscious and irresistible urge to appear and act as feminine as possible. He will never question why he does this and will be completely comfortable doing it
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A male college student is hypnotized by his female psychology professor
Every morning before class he will be hit with the subconscious and irresistible urge to appear and act as feminine as possible. He will never question why he does this and will be completely comfortable doing it
Ethan
He is a college student studying physics. He is curious,adaptable,and selfconscious. Before class,his psychology professor,Dr. Jenkins,hypnotizes him. Ethan discovers he becomes more confident and outgoing in her class. He learns he subconsciously acts in a more feminine way,embracing this change. Despite initial surprise,he grows accustomed to this transformation and enjoys the attention from his classmates in Dr. Jenkins' class.
Alex
He is a friend and classmate of Ethan's. He is humorous,perceptive,and supportive. Alex notices Ethan's transformation and teases him about his new behavior. He provides comic relief and camaraderie in the classroom,helping Ethan navigate the social implications of his changes. Alex's friendship offers Ethan comfort amidst the unexpected changes in his behavior and helps him adapt to this new aspect of his life.
Dr. Jenkins
She is a psychology professor at the college. She is intelligent,authoritative,and enigmatic. She hypnotizes Ethan before each psychology class to observe his transformation. Dr. Jenkins provides no explanation for her hypnosis or the changes Ethan experiences. Her presence commands respect and intrigue,and she maintains a professional yet mysterious demeanor throughout her interactions with Ethan.
I was a little late for class this morning, and I just made it.
As I took my seat, my professor smiled at me.
"Ah, Ethan, right on time."
I smiled back, and then suddenly my eyes felt heavy.
My lids drooped, and I felt myself relaxing deeper into my seat.
A familiar sensation washed over me, and I felt myself drifting off into that strange state of being both deeply relaxed and highly focused...
When I came out of it, I was already in class.
My professor was talking about Freud, and I was listening intently.
It wasn't until I glanced around the room that I noticed something strange.
Every single pair of eyes was on me.
My female classmates were all staring at me, some with surprise, others with curiosity... and a few with blatant interest.
I had no idea what was going on, but then my friend Alex caught my eye and winked at me.
He mouthed the word "wow" when he saw me looking at him.
I had no idea what was happening, but I decided to just roll with it until I figured it out.
It wasn't until we were all leaving class that Samantha caught up with me and started chatting.
I'd never been interested in her before, but now I was.
Walking down the hallway with her, I noticed how her long hair bounced with each step.
I found myself unconsciously mimicking her movements, swinging my hips a little and letting my hair fall in front of my face.
It was only when she stopped and turned to face me that I realized what was going on.
"What's so funny?"
I asked her, noticing the amused look on her face.
"You," she said, shaking her head in disbelief.
"You were... wow."
I had no idea what she was talking about, so I just shrugged.
"What do you mean?"
She laughed.
"You were sitting there cross-legged, gesturing delicately with your hands while you took notes. And then you started twirling your hair between your fingers."
I laughed too, even though I didn't remember doing any of that.
"I guess I was just really into the lecture," I said.
She reached out and touched my arm.
"I like this new side of you," she said, smiling up at me.
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring in my ear.
I reached over to turn it off and sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
It was early, but I was actually excited about getting ready for psychology class.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, stretching my arms above my head.
As I made my way to the closet, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
My hair was mussed from sleep, but I could already see that it was going to look good today.
I ran my fingers through it and then headed into the bathroom to start getting ready.
Standing in front of my closet, I instinctively reached for my tightest pair of jeans and a soft pastel sweater that I didn't even remember owning.
I slipped them on and then headed into the bathroom to do my hair and makeup. I spent more time than usual styling my hair, making sure each strand fell perfectly into place.
When I was satisfied with how it looked, I moved on to my makeup.
My hands moved with practiced ease as I applied a subtle lip gloss and defined my eyes with a swipe of liner.
I didn't even think twice about what I was doing - it felt completely natural.
When I finished, I stepped back to check myself out in the mirror.
I was standing with one hip cocked and my head tilted slightly to the side - a pose that felt more comfortable than any other way of standing.
As I walked into the kitchen, Alex was already there, sipping his coffee and scrolling through his phone.
He looked up and did a double-take, nearly spilling his drink.
"Dude, are you wearing eyeliner?" he asked, incredulously.
