Warp Her Mind (Part1)

By Janis_en_femme

Reading my first story, WARP MY MIND, which is non-fiction, is not necessary, but may be helpful. Any and all comments may be forwarded to Janis_en_femme@yahoo.com.
Unlike my first story, this one is fiction. After changing my sexuality through hypnotic files, now I start work on my wife.
Hypnotic Files used: Control Boyfriend, CrotchAddict

ACCEPTANCE

The more I wore women’s clothes the more feminine I felt. The more feminine I felt, the more aroused I began. And masturbation just wasn’t doing it for me anymore.
I had to indoctrinate my lovely wife, Mary, into my cross-dressing world.
But how?
I tried a few techniques suggested at Bimbo Sanctuary, but she either outright rejected them or grew furious at the mere suggestion of them.
I asked her how lipstick felt. She replied, “You’ll never know,” completely unaware of my stash mixed in with her own.
I suggested a little role playing in bed with me in women’s lingerie, (I has just bought this sexy satin number I was dying to try on). She shoved me aside and stormed out of the bedroom. “What? Our sex life isn’t good for you anymore?” she screamed.
I picked up a porno. A good porno always gets her in the mood. This one had a transgender theme. “What the hell is this shit?” she muttered as she threw the DVD at me. I claimed I made a mistake, and that we should watch it anyway because I paid for it anyway.
“Pervert!” is all she said the rest of the night as we watched the other movies I rented.
So I was grasping at straws when I went back to see what Warp My Mind had to help me out of this situation.
At first, I balked at the idea of playing mind games with my wife. But I was becoming more and more involved with my feminization and cross-dressing. I needed some sexual relief from her. I needed her to be a part of it.
I was desperate when I saw my solution. It was a file about Control Your Boyfriend. It was a script on what to say to get your girlfriend into feminizing you.
Perfect! I thought. Just a few minor changes and it should work.
She was gone for a weekend on business which allowed me plenty of time to record and load it on her IPOD.
As soon as I got home from dropping her off at the airport, I donned my cute little skirt with a floral pattern and a darling pink blouse. I shaved very closely before I slipped on my wig, the same shade of brown as my wife’s, so she wouldn’t become suspicious if she ever found a strand.
Now for the make-up. I had become quite proficient at this over the few weeks. Just the right amount of lipstick, eye shadow, and mascara. I painted my finger and toe nails with care.
Now I was set. I was in just the right frame of mind for my diabolical plot.
I began recording the script. Changing any mention of boyfriend to husband. Then I played it while I played some of her music. After a few hours, I converted the files to MP3 and loaded it onto her IPOD. Everything was set. Two hours of music with the hypnotic file in the background.
I sat back. Still pondering the morality of what I had done, I whirled around to feel my dress flare out.
Then, my world was shattered.
My wife was standing in the doorway of our bedroom with me on the computer and decked out a lovely ensemble.
She was stunned.
No deception was possible. Nothing I could say could rationalize how I was dressed or swishing around.
“I knew something was up! I just knew it,” Mary whispered. “I almost wished it was another woman. But not this.”
She spun around and ran for the door. I kicked off my heels and caught her by the door.
“It’s still me. Just a new dimension.”
“I don’t know. I just don’t understand. Is it me?”
“No! No! It’s hard to explain.”
“Well, do you still love me, or is there a man I need to be concerned about?”
“No, of course not. It’s just something I’m experimenting with.”
“Well, stop it.”
“Do you still love me,” I asked, completely risking everything on that one question.
“Yes. No. I don’t know.”
“If it wasn’t for this, would you still love me?”
A moment’s silence.
“Yes,” she admitted as she slumped into my shoulder and began to cry.
“I can take care of that,” I said.
“You’ll stop doing this?” she sobbed.
I explained about how I began listening to these feminization files as a lark and how I began dressing. I admitted that I not only enjoy it but was becoming very aroused while doing it.
I placed her hand on my crotch.
She gasped. “O my God! You’re a rock down there.”
I had her attention now.
“I can relax you and have you accept my dressing this way.”
“I don’t know. I just don’t know.”
“Let me try. Just once. If it still bothers you, I’ll stop.”
“This is giving me such a headache,” she said as she began to rub her temples.
“Let me relax you. I know how to take care of this.”
I guided her back to our bed room. I laid her down and slipped the ear buds of her IPOD into her ears. Lying down next to her, I softly rubbed her temples and switched on her IPOD.
She enjoys listening to classical and easy listening music to relieve the stresses of her job.
I could feel her body relax. When the first song ended, that’s when the trance began. I could feel her body relax even more.
Every so often, I planted a gentle kiss on her face.
I noticed she began to smile.
I played the hypnotic file three times.
About an hour later, she woke up.
She looked at me and blinked.
Then she smiled.
A wide, warm, happy smile!
“How do I look?” I ventured.
“Wonderful, sweetie. Just wonderful!” she said as she planted a big kiss on me.
Just like the script said, she would stop calling me by my male name and just refer to me as Sweetie or Darling.
She grabbed my crotch. I had gone soft during her trance.
“Oh, so sad. I was hoping for a little loving, then a little shopping. Show me what you got. Do a fashion show for me.”
I was stunned. I didn’t expect her to react so quickly! She must’ve really wanted to accept me this way. She really wanted to stay together no matter what the situation. I was in heaven.
As I tried on several outfits, she began undressing and playing with herself. As she slipped in two fingers into her wet, glistening pussy, she wanted to take a close look at my nail polish.
Needless to say, I was rock hard again.
She grabbed my hand, licked my two middle fingers and shoved them into her hot pussy. With her hands freed, she grabbed my cock and began stroking it.
I had to control myself. She shoved my hand away from her!
She then grabbed my by my bra and impaled herself on me.
She was cumming the moment I entered her.
She was kissing me, smearing my lipstick all over her face. Her eyes were wide open as if she wanted to devour the sight of me dressed as a woman!
“OH MY GOD!!!” she yelled riding me to the point of no return.
I came as she continued to pound me. Sliding up and down, milking me for everything I had.
Then we collapsed!
After a few seconds, she kissed me again and uttered those three wonderful words that every woman loves to hear.
“Let’s go shopping!”

PREPARATION

With renewed energy, I practically hopped out of bed. I dashed into the bathroom and wiped the make-up off my face as I began to strip.
“What are you doing?” came my wife’s soft voice behind me.
“I’m getting ready. You can’t expect to go shopping like this.”
“Your make-up is fine, sweetie. Just a little touch up really.”
“I can’t go out with make-up on.”
“Of course, you can. It looks fine. Put on that floral skirt you had on when I walked in. It’s lovely. I pick out another blouse though.” She turned around and began going through my wardrobe.
“I can’t. I just can’t.”
“Yes, you can and you will,” she said without looking at me.
“But I just do this at home. I just couldn’t go out in public like this.” I was beginning to have concerns about that ControlYourBoyfriend file. What have I created?
“It’s about time that everyone sees how beautiful you are.” She turned and smiled so sweetly I just couldn’t refuse. But I had to.
“I do not make a beautiful woman, but thank you anyway.”
“All you need is a little confidence and this is the way to get it. Here put this on.” She tossed me a delicate pink blouse.
Picking up my wig, she said, “I’m very flattered that you chose my hairstyle dear, but it doesn’t flatter you at all. You can wear this until your hair grows longer.”
She caringly placed it on my head.
“Maybe we’ll pick up a blonde one today.”
Mesmerized, I dressed. My wife helped me with a tug here and a shove there.
She examined my make-up and touched it up every so lovely.
When she stepped away from in front of me, I examined myself in the mirror.
I was a lovely, mature woman. I looked to be in my late 30s. I was enraptured and I could feel myself getting hard again.
“Plenty of time for that later,” my wife said with a wicked little grin. “Let’s go.”
“I still don’t think I can pull this off.”
“Well, do you want to?” she pouted.
“I love to. I really would. But I don’t carry myself like a woman.” Now the truth was I had been practicing my feminine strut for quite a while. I just need a little ego boast and she gave it to me.
“From what I saw, you walk like a catwalk model!” She winked.
“Fine. Let’s go. I’m just dying to check out this little boutique I saw.”
Now my wife hesitated. Had my eagerness neutralized the effects of the hypnotic file?
She pulled away and closed her eyes.
“Say that again.”
I repeated myself. I could feel tears begin to well up in my eyes. It was over as soon as it began.
She whirled around and had a most serious expression of concern.
“We have to work on that voice. You obviously know what to say, but not how to say it. Let me do the talking today. We’ll just tell clerks that you have laryngitis.”
She the grabbed my hand and we were off.
As if to reflect our new roles, she drove.

SHOPPING WITH THE WIFE

On the way to the mall, I explained about how I got into cross-dressing and that I used a similar method on her to accept me. She apologized for deceiving me by pretending to go on a business trip so that she could caught me at whatever I was doing behind her back. We giggled as we forgave each other for our deceptions.
Eventually, we arrived at my favorite mall.
We had a wonderful time. I sashayed around the mall with Mary at my side. It was heavenly.
Mary and I both tried on earrings and clothes. We bought three outfits and a purse to match each one. Mary surprised me with another purse to match what I wearing. What a darling wife I had.
As she promised, she did all the talking. Occasionally asking a clerk for an opinion, she paraded me around. The clerk would always comment on how beautiful I looked.
When we went to Victoria’s Secret, my cock was fully erect again. I was using a purse she had just bought me to hide my hard-on.
“We can’t go in there,” I whispered.
“Please,” she begged.
“If I move this purse, they’ll know I’m not a woman.”
“Don’t worry!” she said as she grabbed my other hand and lead me into the store.
After looking around for a bit, a clerk came up to us. She was in her late 20s and professionally dressed. Most likely, she was the manager of the store.
“May I help you?” she asked in the usual perfunctory manner.
In a quiet voice, my wife leaned over to her and said, “Yes, I hope so. My husband here is a cross-dresser and we’re looking for something nice for him.”
I could feel myself go red. My cock wilted. How she could let out our secret?
The clerk smiled a tender, knowing smile.
“But, of course, come this way, I’ll show you some very nice panties we just got in.”
“He looks darling,” the clerk whispered to my wife.
“I know. He just doesn’t think so,” she replied.
“It takes a little while. A trip to the salon will do it. I know of a lovely little place. I’ll write it down for you before you go. It’s a bit pricey, but you pay for discretion, you know.”
As it was Louise was indeed the manager of the store. She made me feel quite comfortable and at ease. Mary giggled as Louise locked arms with me.
It seems I was not the first cross-dresser to buy at her store. In fact, she had a regular clientele as it turns out. And my wife had heard rumors that many cross-dressers shop at Victoria’s Secrets.
Louise escorted to a furthest dressing room and had me try on a few panties. White ones, black ones, red ones, pink ones. Lace, satin, silk ones. All the time, I felt myself getting harder and harder.
Both her and my wife marveled at how long I stayed erect.
“Well, I have to get him home. And take care of this,” Mary said giving my cock a squeeze.
“We’ll take these three.” She chose the white lace, pink with bows, and a red satin.
Louise rang up the sale and off we went back to the car.
Shutting the car door, we burst out giggling like schoolgirls.
We fell into each other arms and my wife placed my hand on her pussy. It was soaked.
“You think you were horny. I’m been wet since I saw you try on those silver earrings!”
She reached under my dress and smiled.
“Oh good.”
She then crawled over and slid her head under my skirt. Peeling down my panties, she began licking my cock. She stroked my shaft a few times and she circled my cockhead with her tongue. Then she engulfed the whole thing.
“I’m gonna cum!” I shouted.
“Good,” I heard muffled under my skirt. And I let loose.
She smeared some cum on her lips.
She pulled herself from under my skirt and resumed the driver’s seat.
“You can repay me when we get home.”
She drove off with some cum lingering around her mouth.

THE NEXT WEEK

As soon as we got home, we carried our bags inside and dropped them on the floor. She stripped and lay back on the sofa. Spreading her legs, she said, “Do me! Lick me until I cum 100 times! I want you to suck me off in each of your new outfits. Starting now.”
I was still on Cloud 9 when I knelt between her legs and kissed, nuzzled, and licked that lovely, ripe pussy! It was delightful, to say the least. I started getting hard again when I saw my ruby red lipstick smeared all over my wife’s thighs.
By the second outfit, she was begging me to fuck her.
I was hard again so I just plunged in! Pumping away, I watched as she played with my white lacy bra and licked her lips, a bit of drool coming out of her mouth.
There we were fucking like crazy on the sofa. Again my wife sliding her pussy up and down on my rock hard pole! Soon, I erupted. Three times in one day. Howling like a wolf, she came with me!
After taking a break, I tried on each of my new outfits. And I licked her each time.

A new routine began to take over our lives. We had no more time for shopping, but she insisted I change into my feminine attire as soon as I got home. I was to greet here dressed in a new outfit each day. I also was to practice assuming a feminine voice. She helped. Her encouragements involved a hand job or a full body massage. Relaxation, she said, was the key to my new speaking voice.

During the week, she seemed to become a little more hesitant each day. By Friday, I noticed a definite change. She wasn’t smiling anymore.
“What’s the matter?” I asked with a low, breathy feminine voice.
“Don’t talk like that. I just don’t know about this anymore.” She admitted that she was beginning to have doubts about our new arrangement.
“I though you enjoyed it,” in my regular masculine voice.
“I do. I did. I just don’t know anymore.”
“Do you think you need a booster?”
“A what?”
“Listen to the ControlYourBoyfriend file.”
“What’s that?”
“That’s what I had you listen to last week. It’s on your Ipod.”
“I haven’t listened to my Ipod all week.”
“Well then, let’s give it a shot.”
She lay down on the bed again and I stroked her temples as she listened. Again her body relaxed and she smiled with her eyes shut
When she woke up, I asked how she was.
“I’d be better if you sound more like a woman again,” she said.
Our relationship resumed its new course.

FURTHER ENHANCEMENTS

After two weeks, we began to settle into our new situation. Every Saturday morning, I’d reinforce her acceptance of my cross-dressing. Mary fully accepted that she would have to regularly submit to the hypnotic sessions to keep our marriage stable.
But as always, I have to fiddle around. I wanted to try something new. When I got home early Thursday, I downloaded CrotchAddict. Unbeknownst to her, I added it to her Ipod list.

As we woke up Saturday morning, she leaned over and said,” I need a booster. You nightgown is beginning to bother me.”
That was just what I wanted to hear. She had unconditionally accepted my treatment. Now, to see what would happen next.
Again she relaxed as I rubbed her temples and gently kissed her.
She woke up refreshed and horny at seeing me in my nightgown. She immediately focused on my crotch.
“Hello!” she said as she scooted between my legs. “I just can’t seem to get enough of you!”
She played around with my cock to get it hard. She stroke it, planted kisses on it, and even smelled it at one point.
But a big day was ahead of us. We were going to buy shoes. She wanted a nice high-heel number for me.
We leisurely changed and prepared ourselves for our venture outside again.
I wore a black-and-white striped blouse with a black knee-high skirt and Mary wore a red blouse with black Capri’s.
After checking my make-up and wig, Mary gave her approval and we were off.

We knew better than to stop at a local shop. We drove into Chicago where we could hide among other shoppers unnoticed.

After we parked in a parking garage, we walked to the nearest exit. A tall, black man walked by and didn’t notice us. We noticed him. I waited to see any reaction to how I was dressed, but received none fortunately. My wife, however, stared at his crotch.
So the CrotchAddict file had taken effect as quick as the ControlYourBoyfriend file did.
Catching herself, she shook her head as if she was trying to wake herself up and smiled at me.
“See something you liked?” I asked innocently.
“No. I just kind of was staring off into space,” she said unconvincingly.
I smiled on the inside. I was going to have fun.
Walking in through the mall was excruciating for me and my wife. I had to maintain a calm façade while talking in my breathy feminine voice. My wife was staring men’s crotches. I would occasionally catch her licking her lips and once rubbing her pussy.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she muttered. “I’m just so goddamn horny today.”
“Let’s go buy the shoes and go home,” I whispered. I was laughing on the inside. I wasn’t sure if I should tell her or not.
At the shoe store, my wife nearly went out of her mind.
I sat down demurely as a young man fetch some shoes for me. I positioned myself strategically so that when my wife sat down, her view was of the angled mirror on the clerk stool.
She closed her eyes and sat down. She leaned in close to me.
“I really don’t understand why I’m so horny today. Did you do something?”
“No, I didn’t.” I lied. So there it was. I made my choice. She wouldn’t know about the CrotchAddict file. I silently resolved to myself to remove it from her Ipod next week.
The young clerk interrupted us. He presented me with a pair of black high shoes with 4-inch spike heels.
“Delightful,” I squealed. “I’d love to try them on.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched my wife.
There she was eye level to a male cock and she looked like she was going to explode.
She leaned a little closer to it and breathed deeply.
The need was too much. She absentmindedly began to reach for it.
I grabbed her hand. It broke her trance.
“I’m sure the young man can put them on my feet, dear,” I said trying to give her an excuse for her unexpected behavior
“I’m sorry. Of course, he can’t. I don’t know what I was thinking,” she said red-faced. She leaned back.
The young man removed my left shoe and slid the black shoe with the 4-inch heel on my foot.
Mary looked down in order to avoid looking at his crotch. That’s when she saw a bulge in his pants reflected in the mirror. She licked her lips and squeezed her legs together tightly. I caught of whiff of wet pussy and so did the young clerk. He smiled without looking at either one of us.
Then my wife made her move.
Mary went to stand up and pretended to slip. She reached out and grabbed the young man’s cock. They both froze for a moment.
So here I was, with a young man caressing my foot with a woman’s shoe and my wife caressing his cock. She stroked his cock and gave it a squeeze. Red-faced she stood up and left.
The young man smiled. Here a story he was sure to share with his co-workers the second we were gone.
“I’ll wrap these up for you. On the house,” he said.
I followed him to the register and thanked him.
“Come again,” he said. And this time I’m sure he definitely meant it.
I walked out to the mall and couldn’t find my wife. I wanted to shout out her name, but I knew I couldn’t do so in my feminine voice.
So I headed back to the car, thinking that’s where she would most likely go.
Then I saw her.
There she was at a men’s store staring at the mannequins. She had lowered her purse so that she could rub her pussy and stare at the mannequin’s crotches.
I guess it was a smorgasbord of sorts for her.
I sidled up next to her.
“I got the shoes for free, thanks to you,” I said flatly.
“Look at them. Look at all those cocks and dicks and pricks. God, I just can’t take my eyes off of them,” she said.
Then I realized she wasn’t staring at the mannequins, but the reflections of the men walking in and out of the store.
“Let’s get you home,” I said grabbing her arm.
“I really want to stay and look at some more.”
“Want to feel my cock?” I asked.
“God, yes,” she said leading me out to the car.
As we walked to the parking garage, Mary became bolder as she started at men’s crotches. At one point, she even pointed and asked out loud how big I thought that man’s dick was.
We got into the car, and she wasted no time in shoving her head under my skirt to suck me off.
I cold see that her Capri’s were soaked around her crotch.
Again she played with my dick although it was already hard. She was going to enjoy herself. She stroke and rubbed it all over her face. She breathed in deeply to inhale all the musky aroma of maleness.
I picked up my skirt and saw that her eyes were wide open. She completely ignored me and focused on my crotch.
She slipped off her Capri’s and panties. She frantically rubbed her pussy, slick with juice,
Now she devoured my cock. She moaned! She pumped her head up and down. She moaned louder! She stopped.
“Don’t cum whatever you do. I want to play with it some more,” she begged.
“I’ll try,” I said in my regular voice.
“Moan like a woman,” she said as she went back under my skirt.
In a high-pitched moan, I carried on. I was able to last for quite a while because of my concentration on maintain a female voice.
Finally, she gave me permission to cum and she was plunging her fingers deep into her cunt. I could hear the squishing of her fingers sliding in and out.
She swallowed as much as she could. Again she smeared some cum on her face.
Again she drove home with cum around her smile.
I would keep my promise to myself about deleting the CrotchAddict file from her IPOD. Although her reaction was exciting, I must admit to feeling jealous at my wife’s attraction to other men’s cocks.
Then a wild idea hit me.
Next week, I’ll try the TrainBiSexual hypnotic file on her and see what happens.