Marley was dead: to begin with. Oh, no, wait, wrong script. But seriously, for you to understand what happened you need to know a few things first. ONE: as a refresher, I was interested in and dabbled in a number of transformation fetishes prior to settling on The Jock. Indeed, as far as finding the transformation aspect arousing, I still AM interested in and dabbling in said fetishes. The Jock is simply the one that stuck, as far as Hypnosis. TWO: Rather than simply becoming a Jock outright, I've chosen to generate a persona, a separate personality which I have labeled (with stunning lack of originality) as The Jock. Thus I intend to be able to continue to be myself, The Atma, when I need it, and put on or take off The Jock when I don't. THREE: I've progressed a bit in my experiment since last I posted. I have managed to fix in my mind the image of what The Jock looks like, of what I'll look like when The Jock has been allowed enough control over my body to mold it to his image. (Fun fact: for reasons I cannot quite fathom, I always picture him wearing sweatbands on his wrists.) Now that we've established that we can proceed.

I said that I wasn't going to listen to the files over the Easter Holy Days. I was going to restrain myself. I intended to focus on school, graduating friends, and the miracles of the everyday in honor of the Miracle of The Day.

I lied through my teeth.

I ended up salvaging stories and images from Transformation Media, which is going offline(sad, but true), for my own personal collection. Naturally, all the images of bimbos got me to flashing back to my former trysts with Bimboization. I started masturbating, and the first curious thing happened. I had trouble imagining myself as the guy becoming a bimbo; rather, I pictured The Jock as the guy who inevitably fucks the new bimbo senseless. I was curious, so I tried again later. This time, I simply took in a lot of Bimbo-related media that I had salted away, and then began to idly stroke while allowing my mind to wander. (Stream-of-Conciousness Masturbating. The Modernists would be so proud.)

This time, I did indeed eventually come to imagine myself as the one becoming bimboized. I imagined myself growing breasts, loosing my dick, becoming a brainless, bubbly bimbo. When it came to that stage in my fantasy, the man giving me the good, long fucking I deserved, my partner was revealed to be...The Jock. Again. I was screwing myself, quite literally. I came, hard, and noted the event for later.

So now I sit here, like a pornographic Nebuchadnezzar, wondering how to interpret the conjurations of my idle mind and idle hands. I'm going to finish this now, and finish up some leftover work from school, and then I'm going to put on the jockstrap, the files...and let him come out to play before bed. I wonder if I should name him?

I attempted, incidentally, to parse this into paragraphs. I fail at HTML. I don't know whether that's just me or The Jock, but there it is.