Girl In The Mirror - Tranny Crossdressing Erotic Hypnosis RecordingsOne of my beautiful girls wrote this about this mp3 'Girl in the Mirror' and I thought it good to share it with you, enjoy. It all began as an erotic game of sorts. I was always confused as to exactly why the idea of wearing women’s clothes drew me back again and again. The fragrances, the sensuous feelings, and the raw femininity were all powerful stimulants but why? Where did it all come from? Even in childhood, before I even understood what it meant to be aroused, I found that I was aroused by simply dressing in women’s clothes.
The power it had over me. Uncontrollable it seemed. Again in childhood, I discovered in movies and television programs that hypnosis and feminization hypnosis in particular was another mysterious force, could take control of one’s life. Is this why? Had I been the subject of some feminizing hypnotist? And so I dreamt for quite some time until adulthood had removed most of the mystery and magic from my life. But the desire to crossdress remained. Controlled, compartmentalized or so I thought.
Madam changed that with her recordings Hypnotic Feminization and Crossdressing Hypnosis. She knew me better than I knew myself. In serving her, she has taken me into a world I only imagined. She introduced me to feminine elements I had not considered or recognized. In my latest assignment, I was to select two or three wigs to help transform an otherwise dull, male face. As I searched various websites for wigs, the choices in style and colour were endless. In the days that followed, I was attentive to the women I would encounter. Did I like the way she wore her hair. Did it appeal to me? I wonder how I would look with hair in that colour and cut? I made some choices as time was fading fast. But I continued looking and watching.
An astounding change had taken place. All attraction to members of the fairer sex was replaced with the constant question of would I like to wear that dress, that style hair, that colour makeup, those shoes, that bracelet, those earrings, etc. It had gone on for quite some time before I even realized what was happening. What’s more, it was not something I wanted to stop. It was not something I could stop and with feminization hypnosis and madam’s other erotic hypnosis recordings I just didn’t want it to ever stop.
Madam let me listen to a new recording the day before the wigs arrived. Called “Girl in the Mirror”, it was far more intense than her previous recordings. My feminization hypnotic trance was deep and profound. I was curious as to what instruction remained in my mind. My conscious mind was so relaxed that there was no memory of her words. The subconscious mind, was always listening to every word, every sigh. It had accepted every one of her wonderful suggestions. But I was unaware until I tried on the wigs.
The first wig was long and black, with bangs across the front. As I put it on, there was hair everywhere and I struggled to get it all back in place. I stepped to the mirror with brush in hand. As I looked at the image of the girl looking back, I was washed in wave after wave of the most feminine feelings. This was more than just wearing a wig. I could hardly move. As I brushed her hair I became that girl. What was happening to me? I needed to get dressed. And I did. And with each glimpse of the girl in the mirror, I shared, however imperfect, her feminine nature. How wonderful it felt as her long, black hair flowed down her sweater, over her breasts, rising slightly with each breath framing the pearl necklace that circled her neck. I didn’t want to move, it was fabulous, and I was fabulous with this my hypnotic feminization.
The second wig was short and silver blond. The hair fell straight with little assistance from the brush. With the application of red lipstick, for a moment I recognized a resemblance was she my sister, my aunt? Perhaps there was a slight resemblance and clearly feminine. My heart was racing. Is it possible that I could really be this woman? I am a woman. The reality was impossible to deny. The game like nature of this all ended in that moment. Is this the real me? I whispered, “I am the girl in the mirror” My thoughts, my desire, now my reality.
The third wig was shoulder length, bobbed, and golden blond. By now a feminine spirit was completely in control. Madam’s instructions, given to me through feminization hypnosis, were guiding me far beyond my previously male experience. I remained dressed for some time. It was unlike anything else I had experienced. There was a comfort and natural peace that I never have otherwise felt an inner calm, a feeling so wonderful that words cannot explain it. My mind jumped from fashion to jewellery, from makeup to grooming. Let me remain as this girl, Madam. Just 10 more minutes please I beg of you. I had to plead with my male self but the girl within me didn’t want to go back into the box, she cried and tried to fight him, she wanted to breathe and dance, sing like never before as happiness and contentment overwhelmed her but her time was at an end, for now anyway.
Heartbroken, my hands trembled as I returned to my male persona, dull, lifeless, until the next opportunity arose for me to be the ‘Girl in the Mirror’ to live again. But I understand now, all I have to do is look in the mirror and those beautiful eyes looking back are Myrnith’s eyes the girl hidden deep within me. Leather Girl |
