Mmph. Actually less than pleased about that title, because it's more complex than that. Anyway, introductions: I am Aelfriech, which is about as close to my proper name as I'll divulge here. I am a male Alpha-Geek, and proud of it. I'm quite happy to remain so. Mostly. At some point in my warped childhood I developed a transformation fetish, which makes courting even geek-girls awkward, but that's neither here nor there at the moment. And I'm into practically all transformations. I fantasize about transforming or being transformed into sooooo many things. But my favorites, by far, are Bimbo-ization and Jock transformations. Bimbo-ization, for the record, was probably my first transformation fetish, but I wouldn't swear to it; lot of tissues used since then, savvy? Now, at some point I came upon hypnosis. Again, lot of tissues used since then. The feminization files got me HOT. But it was never more than that. I'd listen, be entranced, transported and momentarily changed, but in the back of my mind this little voice, my "atma" maybe, said "Alright, you've had your fun mucking around getting high off your own endorphins, now it's time for Me to resume control, thank you. You can let Little Miss Bimbo come play again later." And that was it, back to normal. Maybe I'd look at high heels, even contemplate buying them, but I'd always buy some music or a book instead. And the same was true, mostly, with the jock transformation. I'd listen to Luggy's 'Jock Takeover' here, go to Choose Your Own Change and read a jock transformation story, fap myself senseless and then be ready to geek out again in the morning. Until now, anyway. See, the files have started...well, working, I suppose. I've just spent a bit more than an hour listening to a jock-transformation playlist; usually with something that long, I'd come out of trance, which is hard for me to get into anyway. But I didn't. The only movement I made was what the files instructed. It was weird, and exhilarating. However, what disturbed me was that upon waking, my first thought wasn't to masturbate. Oh, don't get me wrong, I was horny, but I was "I'll need to go jack off soon" horny, not my usual "AH FUCK MUST RELEASE NOW" horny. No, my first thought on waking was to turn on the computer and look up prices for jock straps and home gyms. I was genuinely annoyed when I realized the price of most weightlifting equipment, and genuinely pleased at the price of the jock straps. So, I did some push ups, jacked off, and the Atma personality came back in control. *I still wanted to buy those things.* It was amazing. The Atma personality had accepted the existence of this new, jock personality. It was clearly in control, but was either unable or unwilling to force out the new persona. So now I'm faced with a choice. If I continue to listen to the files, I risk ending up a big, dumb jock, both as hot and as dumb as Hell. If I stop, I'll always have this nagging want, this desire to know what it could have been like. I have determined to take a third option. Rather than force myself into conflict, I'm going to separate the jock and my normal self into Personas, which I can choose to take up and cast off at leisure. This will be difficult, but I'm confident I can do it. And, if I fail, this will make a nice place for my Apocalyptic Log as I slide into madness and/or stupidity. Dramatis Personae: Atma: the little voice in my head that I think of as 'Me'. Geeky, spiritual, wants to rule the world. The Jock: the part of me that wants to listen to these files, bulk up and dumb down. Stupid, muscled, wants to fuck the world. Let the Experiment begin!