The books say to gauge your success with tests like "You can't lift your arm," or "You can't open your eyes," etc.The books say to gauge your success with tests like "You can't lift your arm," or "You can't open your eyes," etc. They work. I made his face numb and he couldn't feel pin pricks, even on his lips. Or kisses on the pin pricks. But before all that we spent half a week trying to figure whether anything at all was happening beyond him getting a comfy lie-down while I droned on at him for an hour. Twice a day now, on weekends. Actually, I'm not really sure it worked, even still. It seems to have, but I have to take J's word for it. He could have been faking, but I don't think so. Besides I trust him. He believes it worked, I'm sure. Something happened on Wednesday, anyway. It was weird, though, I'm tellin' ya. The techniques are easy, but it's hard work. It just takes perseverance and trust and a little reading and a positive attitude. And he trusts me completely: that's important. Equally important, he has to want me to do it. Back to the Plan: Hypnosis aside, I/we have to create an outwardly female appear- ance for him--all over--and he probably shouldn't be aware of the details of the process if he is going to believe it. He has to look in the mirror afterward and see a woman. Knowing how I did it would spoil that. It has to seem sudden and miraculous, even though there is a lot to do. I'm going to do this from the ground up. I told you I got a corset in SF? Did I mention I got one for him? He sent his measure- ments no extra fittings, so keep your fingers crossed. And I got shoes in his size. I'm going to use a flesh-colored unitard, padded out to look feminine. I have scads of sterile cotton wadding from supply to make hips. I have a selection of pastel chalks to sketch on nipples, navel, details like that. I'm going to try water balloons, guys, unless you have a better suggestion. Wig, makeup, fabulous fakes, false eyelashes, I've got tons of that stuff. He has the face for it. He'd be better looking than I if he were a woman. I'm going to convince him his anus is his vagina, and then treat it like one. Make him a contralto. Make him walk the walk. Keep the light dim, him under strict control, and my fingers crossed. But I can see that this is all a long way in the future. I have a lot of work to do. |