The Therapist's Office
"Can you tell me, in your own words, why you think that you're here," The man looked at the doctor before him. She was small and slender, likely in her fifties, with a smooth and kind voice. She held a clipboard in one hand while resting calmly in a large, leather chair. She looked at the clipboard with purpose through her thinly framed black glases, only glancing up when she was waiting for a response. "Me and my wife have been having trouble with our relationship, so I suggested that we could give couple's therapy a shot," "But this isn't couples therapy, John" the doctor said, scribbling on her clipboard. John sighed, "No, no I guess it isn't. Her mother has convinced her that I am the problem in the relationship, and that I am the one who needs helped." "Are you the trouble, John?" "No! I just want us to work out" "So you let your mother-in-law schedule this appointment?" "Yeah," She sat the clipboard and pen down on a table next to her and looked back at John. "Well, that is very supportive of you. As you seem to know, I am Dr. Gretchen Fields. Your mother-in-law has to me suggested that you are too dominating in your relationship with your wife and has hired me to help 'cure' you off that negative trait, so to speak," John nodded. "To do that, I would like to administer to you a series of psychoactive drugs that will allow me to work with and speak directly with your subconscious." "Psychoactive drugs?" "Yes. The drugs will send you into a dream-like state where I can manipulate your subconscious directly, rooting out this terrible trait of yours." "But I'm not actually dominating! That's just her mothers crazy opinion!" "Do not worry, John. If you aren't actually dominating, then this therapy will have no affect on you." Dr. Field's laid two pills on the table between her and John. "Well?" she asked, "Shall we get started?" John looked at the pills anxiously. He pulled out his phone, admiring the picture of him and his wife on his lockscreen. "Damn it," he mumbled under his breathe, "I guess let's get started." John forced the pills down. "This experience will be disorienting," Dr. Fields warned. The room began to spin before John. Dr. Fields spoke to him, but her voice sounded deep and distorted. "Try to reeee-lax...." her voice dragged, "You are goooooing to leaaarrnn a lot abouuut you-rs-ellffff...." John's vision faded to black.The Ballroom (John's Mind)
John's eyes burst open, revealing a beautiful, well lit ballroom. He was wearing a well pressed suit, far nicer than anything he could ever afford. Before him stood a gorgeous redheaded young woman in a white dress. She was the only other thing in the room and stood out gracefully in front of the large, wooden walls. She looked at John and smiled.
"Hello!" John said, waving at the woman, "Who are you?"
The woman looked directly towards him and began to pull off her white dress.
John's face turned bright red at the sight. She was beautiful, more beautiful than any woman he had ever seen. He couldn't help but stare as she peeled the dress off, never breaking eye contact with him.
"What would you do to have me?" the woman asked.
John was overcome with lust.
"Anything," he said.
The woman began to blur as the room spun around him. His vision faded to black.
"Anything?" he heard through the darkness.
The Bedroom (John's Mind)
John awoke in a white bedroom facing a laptop. As his vision returned he could see the woman he had lusted after before on the screen, surrounded by lewd comments. "Take that bra off, baby," one comment read. John reached forward, shocked to see the woman on the laptop mirror his movements. As he reached back, so did she. As he leaned to the left, she did too. Shocked and horrified, John looked down to confirm his suspicions, he had become to woman he saw in the ballroom.
"Stop wiggling around and show us your tits!" barked a comment.
John read the comment and felt a cool wave brush over him. "Anything," a woman whispered in his ears.
Without much thought, John began to teasingly remove his bra for the camera at the command of the commenter.
"Don't foget the panties!" added another comment.
John reached down, absentmindedly, and began to pull back his lacey panties.
He stared in awe at the beautiful naked woman on the monitor. "Why am I doing this?" he thought to himself.
Another comment appeared, reading "Play with your pussy, dumb slut."
"Dumb slut..." John thought as he laid back in the bed, reaching down into his tight wet vagina. The sensations echoing through his body were unlike any he had ever felt before.
"Good girl," they wrote.
Once again, the room began to spin as darkness clouded his vision. The woman's voice returned, whispering "Good girl," to him as his vision faded to black.
The Kitchen (John's Mind)
John awoke in a beautiful suburban kitchen wearing what appeared to be a schoolgirl's uniform. He felt soft and vulnerable in the outfit, a feeling he wasn't quite used to.
"That was intense..." John thought to himself. He looked in front of him to see an older man, early forties, looking longingly at him.
"Who are you?" John asked.
The man smiled and laughed. "You can be pretty dumb sometimes, Courtney."
"Dumb slut..." John thought, his eyes becoming more vacant.
"I'm your stepdad, remember?" he laughed.
"I... of course... duh!" John giggled, "I'm Courtney and you're my-"
"Daddy," the man interupted.
"Daddy," John repeated. He felt a growing wetness in his panties.
"Why am I..." John thought, before being interupted by the man,
"Your head seems to be cloudier than usual, and I've had a pretty hard day at work. Why don't you be a good little girl and play with yourself for Daddy?"
"I should be a good girl and play with myself for Daddy," John thought to himself.
The man handed John a large dildo and watched as he stripped off the delicate blue and white uniform.
"I'm a good girl," John thought to himself as he remove his clothing.
John mounted the dildo onto the countertop and began to ride the large member, staring longingly at his Daddy.
"That's right," the man said, "Up and down for Daddy."
"Up... and down..." John droned.
"That's right. You're such a good girl, Courtney,"
"I'm a good girl..." John moaned as the immitation cock penetrated his tight pussy.
"Of course you are, and good girl's obey their Daddy. Don't they?"
"Yes, Daddy," John moaned.
Once again, the room began to spin. Moan's escaped John's lips as the room faded to total darkness.
"You're such a good girl, Courtney" the voice whispered.
The Trainer's House (John's Mind)
"Ugh..." John moaned, "I need... I need to get out of here..." "Courtney!" A man yelled. John turned to face him, instinctually eager to please. "Yes, sir" John yelped. "That was an excellent run today," he mused. John began to assess the situation. It was clear the man in front of him was a personal trainer, and he was being trained. He seemed to be outside of a the trainer's house wearing track clothing.
"Thank you, sir" John said. He felt good about the compliment.
"I think we're ready to head inside and wrap up your workout. You made sure not to wear panties, correct?"
John held his leg up, revealing his naked pussy to the trainer, "Of course not, sir."
"Good girl,"
The words melted John's mind. His lips began to tremble as a warmness built in his pussy.
"Thank you, sir" John said with a smile. He followed the trainer inside, sashaying his hips as he walked. His eyes were drawn to the buldge in the trainer's pants, forcing him to lick his own lips.
"I'm Courtney," John thought to himself, "I'm a good girl for Daddy."
The words echoed through his head like a mantra. "Good girl, Dumn slut." Every step he took into the gym seemed only to cement those attributes in his mind.
"Go ahead and take your clothes off, Courtney."
"Yes sir," he purred as he took off his bra and track pants. Sitting in front of him was a large purple exercise ball with what appeared to be a matching dildo attatched to the top.
"Well? Go on now," the man insisted.
Without hesitation John approached and mounted the exercise ball, bouncing up and down as he let the rubber orb fuck him in front of the trainer.
Each thrust ate away at his already deteriorating mind.
"N...no...no..." John thought, bouncing on the orb. Lust was filling him in a new way before. Not only had the heat overtaken his body, but it was begining to creep into his mind.
"I can't forget who I am..." John thought. "I'm..." he paused, "I'm a good girl?" The thought seemed strange at first, "No... I'm a... uh... I'm a dumb slut." Still, it felt off. "I'm Courtney," he thought, "I'm a good girl AND a dumb slut!" Bingo! Courtney's body felt a rush of orgasm, confirming her thoughts.
She looked at the trainer while panting, one hand fondling her nipple and the other guiding the purple cock into her pussy. "Thank you, sir" she moaned.
The room faded to black.
The Basement (John's Mind)
Courtney giggled as she knocked the airhockey puck across the table. She looked across the room at her boyfriend and smiled, arching her leg up and poking out her ass.
"Do you like what you see?" she cooed.
"I'd like to see more," he said.
She approached her boyfriend with a beautiful, seductive strut, slowly lifting her top to reveal her perfect round breasts. As he smiled she sank one hand down into her pants and played with her soaking wet pussy.
"Good girl," he said.
"Thank you, Daddy."
Courtney's mind was empty. Her only thoughts were that of servitutde and obedience to her boyfriend, constant reminders that she was a "good girl," and a "dumb slut."
"You've really come a long way today, John," the man said in a familiar, feminine voice. Courtney felt confused.
"Who's John?" Courtney asked, continuing to play with her pussy.
"Don't worry about it, sweetie," her boyfriend said in that strange, familiar voice.
Courtney didn't worry, she continued to play with herself as the man spoke.
"Do you see your place now? You are not the dominating figure in the relationship. You're just a dumb little slut, aren't you?"
"Wa...wait... ugh... n....n...no..." Courtney struggled. She recognized the voice. It was her therapist!
"What have you d...dd...don...." Courtney couldn't finish the thought, her mind was putty.
The man laughed.
"Get on the ground, naked," the man commanded.
Courtney's body obeyed without question and fell to the ground, completely void of all clothes. The man approached her with what appeared to be some kind of power drill with a dildo attatched to the end. Courtney spread her legs willingly, allowing the man to insert the tool into her.
"Please...n...n..."
"Please, what?" he said as he activated the device.
"Please fuck me, Daddy" Courtney moaned.
"With pleasure."
The man inserted the device into Courtney, pumbling her pussy with lightning speed. Courtney's mind succumbed to total corruption as she gave herself willingly to her therapist. Wave after wave of pleasure traveled through her body and mind as the therapist laughed at her patient.
The room began to spin, before being envolvoped in darkness.
The Therapist's Office
John awaoke, confused and scared. "Hello, John," the therapist said. "John?" he asked, confused. He was shocked and upset looking down at his body. "Wh...wha...who am I?" Dr. Fields sighed. "It is as I suspected, John, you are suffering from a severe case of gender dysphoria. The only cure seems to be, to me, to help you realize your dreams." "I'm... who..." "Relax, sweetie. I will pass this information on to your wife, who I am sure will be devastated, but not surprised." "Wife? I'm a girl! I don't have a wife!" John protested. His mind felt out of sync with his body. "Of course you are, sweetie! You go by 'Courtney,' correct?" "Yes!" John said. "Right, right. Well don't you worry, Courtney, by the end of the week our surgeons will have in the body you belong in. Okay?" "Okay," John said, a tremble in his voice. "Don't be scared," Dr. Field's said, "Just be a good little girl and trust me." A wave of relief washed over him, "Okay, Dr. Fields." While John was unable to save his relationship, his therapist was able to convince him that, after the surgery, he was much happier being Courntey after all.
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Original author: Courtney
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