Our Steven, Our Stephanie Ch. 04

Below is the 4th installment of the story "Our Steven, Our Stephanie". I want to again thank those readers for all the support and positive feedback I have received thus far who have asked that I continue this tale of the feminization of our dear boy, Steven.

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Three hours later, Vanessa finally let Steven go, though not until she'd had him dust the living and dining room, then clean up the bedrooms and make all the beds in the house, and do the washing, drying and ironing, including all the women's unmentionables.

She was actually forced to let him go because she had a date that evening and would be out till the wee hours of the morning. She mentioned this to Diane as she was leaving the house.

Steven was so exhausted, all he wanted to do was hit the sack and sleep the night away. After changing out of his cleaning outfit, which his Mother had him store away in the bottom pantry drawer, he changed into his pajamas and went directly to bed, by this time only mildly annoyed by the butt plug's intrusion and the embarrassing effect it was having now on his seemingly always erect cock.

Regardless of this new and sudden invasion to his decency, he was asleep within minutes of his head hitting the pillow. However, he'd forgotten his promise to help out his sister, and after having been asleep for only fifteen minutes, he felt someone shaking at his shoulder.

"Hmmph!" he said, almost awake, and wanting only to get back to sleep.

"Steven," Diane insisted. "Come on now, wake up!"

"Oh. What'th up, thith, I mean sis?" Steven asked drowsily, suddenly remembering where he was.

"Hey, guy," She said. "It's 8:00. You said you'd help me out tonight. Come on, we need you."

"Oh God, I forgot all about it," Steven said. "Okay, okay, I'm coming, I'm coming."

He rolled himself up into a sitting position on the bed, shook the cobwebs out of his head, and stood up.

"So," Steven started. "What is this thing you need help on, Diane?"

"It's a Psychology project on hypnosis that Julie, Sarah and I are working on," Diane explained as she walked him to her bedroom. "We're almost done with it, just need to do some actual field work to include with our written report. We need a guinea pig and I was kind enough to volunteer you."

"No, wait, wait a minute," Steven said, pausing at her door, sure now he didn't want to get involved in this hair-brained scheme. "This is crazy, sis. Hypnosis is a scary thing, even with professionals, which you girls are not. I'm not going to get myself put into a trance, only to later find I can't get out of it!"

"Come on Steven," Diane was saying. "Nothing like that's going to happen. Besides, you said you'd help us out here, and we really need it. Please, little brother, pretty please. You did promise, you know."

"I know, sis," Steven was trying to explain. "But gee, you didn't say that this was what you were going to want from me. I mean, its just that it could get to be really embarrassing, what with your friends here and all. I know what you girls are like when you all get together like this."

As he spoke, Diane pulled Steven into her room. Once inside, Sarah McKinley, one of Diane's oldest friends whom Steven had always had a secret crush on, now chimed in, "Oh, don't be such a chicken, Steven. We won't do anything to upset you.

"It's just that Diane, Julie and I are all working on this Psych project for school and really need a good grade on it because, frankly, we haven't been doing so hot in that class. If we can get a high grade on this, then we'll be set for the semester, but we just can't do it without you."

As Sarah spoke, she stepped up to Steven and, looking dreamily into his sexy blue eyes, she lay her right arm suggestively around his shoulders while her left hand traced sexily about his torso.

"That's right, Steven," Diane added while this was going on. "You're our one chance here. Please don't say no. Wouldn't you like to be our hero who steps in to save the day? You'd really be doing a big favor for all of us, Steven, really."

"Damn, girls," Steven choked, his voice breaking embarrassingly. "I realize how important this is to you all, but hypnotism? It's just that I've heard...I mean...Your sure that it isn't all that risky? I mean, none of you are experienced at this, what if something goes wrong?"

"Oh Steven, honey," Sarah answered, as she brought her hand down to encircle his growing cock, causing poor Steven to moan with desire. "Nothing will go wrong.

"We've already practiced on each other a couple of times already. I even made Dianne quack like a duck once after she made me walk around and cluck like a chicken.

"But we've gone beyond those experimental stages now and to date there have been no residual side effects , so you don't have to worry about being humiliated or anything like that.

But in case of any unforeseen aftereffects, we have our Professor's phone number right here. So if something comes up we can't handle, we can call him and he can help fix it. Okay?"

"Well," Steven started. "Put that way, I guess its okay then. I have a lot more confidence to agree to help you now that I know there's someone available to call who's experienced in this field in case something happens.

I'm still a bit embarrassed to let myself lose control like I know will probably happen once I let you girls have me completely in your power, so to speak.

But since you say you're past the cluck like a chicken and quack like a duck stage of the experiments and you promise that I won't be embarrassed with that stuff, then I guess I'll agree to help you girls for the advancement of your project and your grades."

At that, the four girls of Diane's sleepover rushed the boy and gave him hugs and kisses for agreeing to help them with their project. Elaine Porter, the fourth girl of the group, was not a part of the Psych class, but was the twin sister of Julie Porter, one of the girls who was in the class.

Elaine had the honor of being there to watch because she and the other girls shared the distinction of being on the cheerleader's squad, and were friends to the end in everything.

Actually, the whole plan to get Steven to help the girls out had been another of Diane's ruses. Oh, there was a Psych class and there was a class project which they were doing on hypnosis, but they had already gathered enough material to get them at least a B or B+ for their grade.

Diane had brought up the idea of conning her brother into agreeing to get hypnotized as an effort to further feminize her brother, and all the girls just thought it would be a hoot if they could get him under their control and in their clutches, and they knew from watching him with Diane that he was just gullible enough to fall for their tale of woe.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, dear, sweet brother of mine," Diane gushed. "You'll never know how much this means to all of us!"

"Okay, okay," Steve said, embarrassed to death by the extravagance of all the attention he was receiving. "Enough, already. Let's just get to it, okay?"

"Okay, okay," Diane said as the girls all stepped back from him as quickly as they had first descended upon him. "Girls, he's right. It's time to get down to business."

It was decided that Diane would perform the hypnosis, as her skills were the better honed of the three girls and they figured Steven would be more comfortable in his sister's hands.

"Sit here, Steven," Diane said, referring to her chair at her vanity table with her three-way mirror. "Now, make yourself as comfortable as you can and just ignore the girls around you, looking only into the mirror at your reflection and listening only to the sound of my voice."

Then she took out a necklace holding a crystalline teardrop pendant. She held it next to Steven's face, where it could be seen reflected into the boy's eyes by all three mirrors and where it received the most rays of light reflecting off its chiseled surfaces.

"Now then Steven," Diane began. "I need you to keep your eyes on the reflection of this crystal in the mirror. Follow it as closely as you can.

"And if possible, try to follow all the images of the crystal that you see before you. If you can't, that's all right, I only want you to really try as hard as you can."

Seeing he was valiantly making the effort, she went on, "Steven, you are starting to get drowsy, very sleepy. You are finding it very hard to keep your eyes open now, your eyelids are very heavy, verrrry heavy."

Steven was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. For some reason, he had gotten so tired.

"Steven," Diane said. "When I count to three, you will close your eyes and fall into a deep sleep. One, two, three."

Steven was now in a trance.

"Okay girls," Sarah said, smacking her lips and rubbing her hands together as if she was salivating over her favorite dinner. "He's all ours. What shall we do with him?"

"Listen girls," Diane spoke up. "I can think of lots to do here, and I'm sure your imaginations are working overtime too.

But first I think we should try some simple things just to see how firm our control is, and to see how receptive Steven is to taking commands.

If we find him malleable and well manageable, then we can go for the big guns. What do you think?"

After hearing Diane spell out her plan, the rest of the girls agreed it was best. Haste makes waste and all that, they agreed.

"Okay then," Diane spoke again. "I know we said we wouldn't embarrass Steven, but hey, he's just my dorky brother, and besides, what has he done for me lately, eh?

"So, let's go ahead and do the animal routine anyway -- the barking dog, the quacking duck, and the oinking pig.

"Besides, they are the simplest and easiest commands to give and to follow. If he accepts and follows them with no real concerns or hesitations, then I think we can move with confidence onto the ultimate goals we have in mind for little Stephanie here."

Realizing the truth in Diane's logic, and wanting to participate in Steven's humiliation, the girls agreed excitedly. Thus was how the die was cast as Diane stepped up to her hapless brother.

"Steven, Steven, are you still asleep?"

"Yes."

"Good, dear," she continued. "Now, I am going to need you to do something for me, but you must wait until I ask, do you understand, Steven?"

"Yes."

"Good, good. Now Steven, when you hear the word 'dog', I want you to immediately start barking like a dog.

"And when you hear the word 'duck', I want you to immediately begin to quack like a duck.

"Finally, when you hear the word 'pig', I want you to immediately start oinking like a pig.

"Do you understand these commands I have given you, Steven?"

"Yes."

"Then repeat them to me."

"When I hear the word 'dog', I will immediately start barking like a dog. When I hear the word 'duck', I will immediately begin to quack like a duck, and finally, when I hear the word 'pig', I will immediately start oinking like a pig."

"Very good, dear. Now, when I count to three, you will wake up from your sleep. You will remember nothing of what was said to you while you were sleeping except for those commands which you were given.

"You will realize what you are doing as you perform each command, but will be unable to keep from performing them, no matter how silly you may feel.

"You will be unable to stop until you hear the command to stop. The word I shall use that will command you to stop is 'butterfly'. Do you understand this?"

"Yes."

"Now Steven, one more thing. I am going to give you one more command. I want to give you a signal that will tell you it is time for you to go back to sleep.

"The command I will give you so you know when to go back to sleep again will be when I touch your nose with my index finger, do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now Steven, I am about to wake you up. Again, you will remember nothing of what was said or done here except for the commands I have given you. Now, when I count to three, you will awaken. One, two three, you are awake!"

Steven came out of his trance, bright and alert, feeling as though nothing at all had happened. He just stared at his reflection in the mirrors. Then he looked questioningly up at his sister's reflection in her vanity mirror.

"Well," he asked, a bit impatiently. "Are we going to do this or not? I've got to get to bed sometime..."

"Dog!" Elaine shouted from the back of the room.

"Ruff, ruff! Ruff, ruff! Ruff, ruff! Ruff, ruff..." Steven barked, watching his ridiculous reflection barking back at him in the mirror.

He was so embarrassed because he knew he was barking like a dog in front of these four giggling girls and what was worse, he couldn't stop from barking.

He had no control over it! He was so embarrassed he could not turn to face them, but knew even not facing them that with his back to them, he was a ridiculous sight.

"Ruff, ruff! Ruff, ruff!" he continued on.

Diane finally took pity on him and called out, "Butterfly!"

Immediately Steven found he was able to stop the barking and was once again his old self.

Then suddenly, Julie shouted, "Duck!"

And just as suddenly, Steven got off the vanity chair and went down into a squat and started to waddle around the room, flapping his elbows, going, "Quack, quaack! Quaack, quaack! Quaack, quaack! Quaack, quaack!"

Again, unable to stop himself, Steven was close to tears as he watched the girls rolling in laughter at his antics, pointing at the "quacking boy" and saying how funny he looked.

Really, none of the girls had expected Steven to get so deep into the character of the duck he was portraying. They had only expected some quacks, and maybe some flaps of his elbows, but nothing else, not really.

When the girls had hypnotized each other, they merely stood in place and made quacking sounds and motions, but none of them actually moved about the room like Steven.

And because of the way he was able to really get into it, the girls started to imagine more and more situations they could put the poor, hapless boy into.

For now though, Diane could see the strain was getting to him so, once again, she gave him his temporary escape, "Butterfly," she shouted.

Steven was finally allowed to stop his quacking and sat down briefly on the side of Diane's bed, gasping for breath.

"I guess you guys did get me hypnotized, after all," he said, still panting, trying to catch his breath. "God, you don't know how embarrassing that was, not able to stop, watching all of you laughing at me being forced to make a fool of myself, and then not to be able to stop. Please, no, never again..."

"Pig!" Sarah, his secret love, said, smiling almost cruelly.

Suddenly, Steven slipped off the bed and was on all fours crawling around the room going, "Oink, oink! Snort! Oink, oink! Snort! Oink, oink! Oink, oink!"

The girls laughed less this time as a balm of realization settled over them all as they witnessed how perfectly Steven took to his commands, even adding some things of his own to them. Now they all understood that he was ready to be taken even further.

"Butterfly!" everyone shouted.

Steven found himself on his knees in front of Diane, gazing up beseechingly, but before he could say anything, she touched his nose and said, "Sleep now, little one. Just go to sleep."

Steven was back in his trance.

"Now Steven," Diane commanded. "I want you to get up and go back to the chair and await my next commands."

Steven arose to his feet and walked woodenly to Diane's vanity chair where he sat down.

"Good boy, Steven," She said. "Now the first thing I want you to do is to forget everything that has happened here so far tonight. Forget all about the barking and the quacking and the oinking.

"All that never happened, so you do not need to feel embarrassed when you see us girls again. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. So when I say the word 'forget', you will have forgotten those events and you will feel as if a great burden has been lifted from your shoulders. Okay, get set, forget!"

Though still in the trance, the girls could immediately see a change come over Steven's entire countenance, as though he was free of all society's burdens.

He was even smiling, which he didn't do in his first trance, and with his longish blond hair, he looked almost pretty.

"Wow, do you see..." Julie started

"Yes, I do." Elaine interrupted.

"I don't know just what I was expecting, but it sure wasn't that!" Sarah said in an amazed tone.

"Oh Girls, I think I'm going to have my sister sooner than I thought!" Diane said cheerily, clapping her hands, then added a bit malevolently, "Or, if not yet a sister, definitely a sissified little brother. And if I'm good enough, she's going to be around for a long time to come."

At that all the other girls joined in clapping as well, hopping up and down with glee at their new found up-and-coming girl friend and sissy-boy that was seated in front of them.

Returning her attention back to Steven, Diane said, "Steven, I want you to listen carefully. You are a boy who loves to wear girlish things.

"You have always loved wearing them because they look and feel so sensuous on you and you hate the scratchy, heavy feel of your drab and dreary boy's clothes.

"You only wear boy's clothes because you are forced to wear them by society and their dumb laws.

"But in your heart, you really truly want to wear girl's clothes because they are so soft and light and sensuous feeling against your skin, and also because they come in all these really pretty colors.

"You like them so much, in fact, that wearing them was the real reason you shaved all the hair from your body.

"You let yourself agree with me when I told you it was to make you a faster swimmer for the team, but you really did it because you want to be as girlish as you can.

"So, removing your body hair and now, wearing girl's clothes will bring you that much closer to attaining that goal. Do you understand, Steven?"

"Yes," Steven droned. "I love to wear girl's clothes, I love being girlish, yes."

"Steven," Diane continued. "Here is my command to you. When you are dressed like a boy and you hear or see the word 'sweet-cakes', you will immediately feel an overwhelming sense of anxiety because of the clothes you are wearing.

"You will find you can't stand wearing them any longer. The need to get changed out of them will be so great that you will immediately come to me or Mother and ask us to give you some of my things to wear.

"You will seek us out wherever we are and ask us this no matter who else is present, that is how great your need to get out of those horrid boy's clothes will be.

"If someone hands you a note with the word 'sweet-cakes' written on it, you will ask that person who gave you the note for an immediate change of clothing so you can get back into your cherished girlish things, and you will wear whatever clothes they give you to wear.

"If you are not dressed, if you are naked and getting ready to dress yourself when you receive this command, you will immediately desire to dress as a girl and do all in your power to do so, including coming to one of us for help, if need be.

"If you are dressed as a girl when you hear this command, you will remember your girlhood and relish in it.

"Now Steven, when you are wearing your lovely girls' clothes and you hear or see the word, 'cumber bun', you will immediately return to the mindset of a boy, a boy caught wearing girl's clothing.

"You will find the idea of wearing girls' clothing repugnant and will be unable to remember why you are wearing your girl's clothes.

"But no matter how repulsive the idea of wearing girls' clothes is to your manliness, you still subconsciously hate the thought of returning to those course, rough, heavy boy's clothes of yours.