Stepping back away from the mirror she slowly loops her thumbs inside the waist band of her lacy red thong. Pulling it down slowly. Leaning down she t...kes her bra and her panties back to the bed, laying them on top of her shorts that she placed there earlier. Strolling slowly into the bathroom she turns the light switch on and pulls back the shower curtain to step inside. Turning the dial she looks up into the spray of water, cool at first but rapidly growing hotter, causing steam to billow out. "Could you make it so when I call him Paula he will think he isa woman? And if I called him Pansy he will be all-woman, fullyfeminine in style and outlook." "Sure I could, but is that what you want?" "Yes, but when I call him Paul, I want him to be himself." "That will be no problem." He went to talk to Paul and soon itwas done. The hypnotist talked to Mary before they left. "Now when you callhim Paul he will be himself and when anyone calls him Paula he willgo along with whatever. Large room with AC! Wall to wall carpeting with one of those Indian throw rugs in the middle of the floor. Big shiny wooden desk and a chair that looked imposing as heck! Funny how 'her" chair was higher than the one I was to be sitting in. She pointed to "my" chair so I sat. She sat in hers and I was looking up at her of course.I was nervous again! I had thought the interview was over. Not so keem-o-sabie!She smiled down at me and said; "Just a few small points I need to stress with you. I had absolutely no reference point as I had never seen one in person, but I still got the feeling that his cock was a massive behemoth compared to others. I felt the cold air strike my bare flesh between my legs, f0rcing me to hurry to slip on the clean pair of underwear my uncle had given me. I stumbled to get one more leg through the leg holes, and then the other before quickly yanking them up to my waist to protect my crotch. Uncle J still didn’t release the flap of my skirt, holding it.