" "Perhaps not, but Emma would." "What?" "When you're Emma, you're not Henry anymore. When you go into your trance, she takes over, and is free to do ...hat she wants." "But I told you I didn't want to do that! I told you I'm straight!" "But Emma, you're a woman. And that's what straight women do. If I had you lick my pussy, you'd be a lesbian. You'd be gay. I was just following your request." "You can't make me do this! You can't hypnotize me to do something I wouldn't want to do!" "Then you. At home, I began doing all the household chores and when she got promoted at work she had me quit my own entry-level job and get part-time work in the hair salon she frequented. I helped clean up the place and sometimes gave shampoos. By now my appearance was becoming more and more feminine. My hair was down to my shoulders and she had her gay salon friends dye it golden blonde and cut it in a rather feminine style. I didn't object. I suppose the hormones helped make my mind more amenable. Reaching back, I slip my fingers into the waistband and lower the panties, turning them inside out as they cross over the swell of my rosy bottom. As the waistband makes its way down my thighs, the crotch gets caught up and I part my legs and have to tug before I’m able to dislodge them from my obviously wet slit. The spanking continues in earnest, my bottom now warmed-up, he spanks me harder and my yelps are more genuine, the sound echoing off the walls. My bottom is bouncing all over his lap. She woke up twenty minutes later, and the same thing happened to her. We chilled there to sleep some off, but I needed a shower. I told her I was gonna, so I stumbled out of bed, grabbed new clothes out of my bag, and headed down the hall.I tossed my stuff aside, and turned on the water. I sat there, rubbing my head. After I took my shirt off, Lisa appeared past the threshold. She winked, and started to slide off her clothes. I stepped in, and as the water hit me and seeing my naked girl, I.