...and introducing the girl

Since she has had a few mentions already - and perhaps will be allowed to continue the story after this post.

We both enjoy hypno...both enjoy the transformation play. But...

...she is one of the more difficult subjects I have ever worked with. On the plus side, she will and can be tranced in seconds. Now. But it took a long time to get there. She began life as one of nature's hypno-sceptics. The first time she was hypno'd, I remember doing something comparatively simple, like preventing her from raising one arm.

It can't possibly work, she explained. There is no such thing as hypnosis. It is all a trick. This as she sat there, straining and trying to raise the aforementioned arm.

Our early hypno sessions were mostly like that. Her disbelief, coupled with breaking down boundaries, accompanied by refusal to accept that anything was happening. Ah, well. The protestation gave me some amusement then.

Since then, as stated above, she has become more adept. This, in turn, has taken her into territory that I find many hypno subjects eventually arrive at - which is a degree of addiction to the trance state. So much so that she is now forbidden to attempt to enter it on her own and without permission.

Bad girl!

What else? Well, her take on transformation is slightly, frustratingly different as well.

I enjoy the process: the gradual realisation that the individual is changing or being changed. Also, the embarrassment - the humiliation - of being someone or something other than what one is meant to be.

But she is literal. Too literal.

A table, as far as she is concerned, is inanimate and therefore non-sentient. If she is transformed into furniture, she should be incapable of being aware that she is. There is a world of philosophy in that debate, and perhaps someone out there can get underneath it.

Or not. This seems as good a place as any to allow her to take up the keyboard.