My character is a 25-30 year old man, maybe with a problem with smoking, sleep or some kind of addiction, a friend, a relative or my girlfriend recommended me to go to a hypnotherapist and so I went to a hypnotherapist and decided to go to a pretty good one that had very good recommendations on the internet.

But what I didn't know was that this hypnotherapist, instead of helping me with my problem, was going to do something else, make me more and more feminine, make me believe that I had to be a woman, with his sessions little by little I was going He made me love feminine clothes, I would like to make up with feminine clothes to have long hair. And behave totally feminine. Being a Crossdresser or a drag. And go on to the point of wanting to have surgery and be a complete woman.

But I can't just be a simple woman, I can be any kind of woman, maybe the hypnotherapist will show me what the real me is: a 50 year old cougar with giant tits, who loves cocks, or a bubbly valley-girl. Maybe a hooker or a stripper, a dumb bimbo, a housewife, etc., my mind is a blank canvas, for the hypnotherapist to do whatever he wants, he can even fill it with twisted fetishes, as dumb as he is unable. Counting to three, or wanting my body to be weird and bizarre, like having giant lips, huge tits that make my back ache for life but it doesn't matter because the bigger the better, a colossal ass, or some surgery extreme surgery that makes me permanently pregnant or change my skin color because I want to be another race.

Like I said before, I'm just a blank canvas, held up by the dark desires of the hypnotherapist. I'm also open to maybe being a friend, brother, or my boyfriend girlfriend. And we both end up at the mercy of the mad hypnotherapist.