Reflections

 7/25

I have added all the Pink 'n' Prissy Collective captions to my index page. Reading them back, I realise that I have left a lot of storyline threads for this series up in the air - Stephanie the vengeful ex-leader, the conflict with Brent and his older sister Kirsten. I would be interested to hear if people would like to see those storylines resolved or want me to move on to new things with the Collective. The three years passing does throw a spanner in the works and I do have some fun ideas for the girls but I am sure I could work in the old stories too.

Today's caption is something else however. A fairly straightforward standalone hypnosis caption but I am quite pleased with how it came out.

Ellen felt a surge of pride seeing her newest creation teetering on heeled ankle boots across the cinema forecourt towards them. He was embarrassed, sure, but that would pass and he would soon embrace the bliss of femininity as all her playthings did. This little taste of their former lives made it all that more satisfying – like the salt after tequila – and then his new girly compulsions would take even stronger hold like alcohol in his veins.

'He's adorbs, El,' squealed the blonde to her left trying to put popcorn into her mouth without catching her glossy pink lips. 'I can't wait to see how quickly he gets used to being a gorgeous little cutie pie.'

Ellen glanced at her friend standing between two other impeccably dressed teenaged girls. 'Oh, don't worry. You will in no time...'

The reflection in the glass doors to the cinema lobby had been the first hint that something wasn't quite right in Kevin's world. It had been just a flash but it had been just enough to shine a light on the fact the wide eyed brunette staring back at him wasn't who he was supposed to be - for just a second anyway. However, the polished marble floor of the cinema forecourt was not so merciful. As long as he could see his reflection, he was hyper-aware of his old life as a high-school boy. He could feel every fibre of the soft satin panties suffocating his crotch and wedging between his ass cheeks. He could feel the dress hugging every inch of his figure and the layers of makeup clinging to his face. And he could see Ellen, standing with her friends near the entrance to screen 6, relishing every second of it. He didn't know if it was hypnosis or magic or what, but he knew he was powerless to fight it. He could run but he knew the moment he left the reflective floor, he would cease to remember his life as Kevin and his feminine autopilot would take over, inevitable forcing him to restart this ordeal over. The only option was to reach Ellen and her friends and return to his blissful ignorance. But until then, he would have to continue on his walk of shame.

Ellen watched her prize carefully as his obvious humiliation made him jittery, taking tiny steps with his purse clutched in front of him. She wouldn't have blamed him if he had sprinted over, tearing off the proverbial band aid, but she was so glad he didn't, allowed her to savour her creation. Finally, he arrived and the marble floor gave way to black carpet. Kevin visibly relaxed, like a great weight had suddenly dropped from his shoulders, and hugged the other girls warmly. Watching from behind as they headed towards the screens, Ellen sighed. As much as she enjoyed the girly side, nothing beat the squirming as they were forced to view their new feminine existence through the eyes of their former selves. Still, she smiled as her four friends filed into the women's restroom, there were mirrors everywhere.