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Half-way. There are a few more captions featuring Guru Self-Hypnosis on my index page (I think)

Dale fumbled nervously with the lip-gloss, applying it in thick layers with unpractised fingers tipped with long acrylic nails. He couldn't be late. Not today. He was on his final warning and one more screw up would leave him jobless in the worst economy he had ever known. He hurriedly tidied up his mouth with tissue paper and pouted into his compact before admiring his uniform in the full length mirror on the apartment wall...

To say budget airline 'JetBlack' had a misogyny problem was like saying Dale's new uniform was a 'bit short'. The air hostess's outfit rode up his fishnet covered thighs seemingly promising a glimpse of his underwear as it had done the legions of buxom stewardesses that had worn it before him. As a pilot, it had been his duty to ogle these beauties and take every opportunity to tell them how he wanted to land his jet on their runways. Unfortunately for Dale, the rest of his crew took their duties just as seriously and a sexual-harrassment suit was inevitably filed against the company.

According to the terms of the settlement, JetBlack were required to put their male pilots through workplace sexual conduct training and Dale and his colleagues soon found themselves in a room with a video presentation. 'Conquer your Misogyny with the Guru Self-Help Hypnosis' played on the projector screen before them, the syrupy sweet female voice oozing from the speakers and into their waiting ears.

Dale continued to stare at his refection. He looked so good. Much better than in that awful pilot uniform he had worn for years. Feeling extra confident, he tried on a pair of faux glasses that complimented his outfit wonderfully. He was still a little wary of being tardy but it was the details that pulled everything together. Besides, his extra efforts would certainly be appreciated. He sighed, pushed his hair back from his signature-air-hostess makeup plastered face and looked around for his flight bag. It couldn't be far. His apartment was much smaller now. The stewardess salary was much lower but he couldn't deny that he felt much happier. Ever since that training session with the Guru, everything had been much better.

Finally finding the bag, Dale slipped his feet into his neon high heels. A thought came to his head and a smile to his lips. He couldn't resist one final peek. Turning to face the mirror, he squatted down on his towering shoes and spread his stockinged legs wide so just the faintest peep of his matching neon panties showed in the refection. He grinned in appreciation of his scandalously short outfit. He couldn't wait to show the pilots on today's flight.