The Sway, Pt. 1

DISCLAIMER: This story contains hypnosis, diaper usage, TG transformation, breast expansion/lactation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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“This can’t be real,” thought Jack as he sat in his car, staring across the street at his destination. In his hand was a business card that his buddy, Luke, had given him. It read, “Mistress Lala’s Hypnosis Clinic,” and had the tagline, “We’ll help to mold the perfect you, inside and out.”

Stepping back to one day earlier, Jack was sitting at home on another Saturday night, jealous of all the Chads who can walk into a bar all cool-like and pick up any girl they want to. One look at his oafish body told him everything he needed to know about how his chances with the same girls would go. Deep down, he wanted nothing more than to be a hot stud, but his inherent laziness and defeatist attitude kept him stuck at the starting line. In the back of his mind, he had resigned himself to his isolationist fate.

That was until Luke from across the hall decided to stop by. They had shared in their lonely misery together and became fairly decent friends. What Jack found at the door, however, was not Jack, but the Chadiest of Chads. And yet, as much as he couldn’t believe it, it was true. The man who was once as slobbish and overweight as he was now had a chiseled physique and a face that was meant for the cover of a magazine. Not only that, but he also had the personality to match, presenting himself as far more suave and confident than the shy, dweeby shut-in he used to be. Despite the seemingly impossible transformation that Luke had taken in just one night, he soon proved that his new figure was possible in every way.

That’s how Jack got ahold of this business card and was now sitting in front of a hypnosis clinic that, according to Luke, “...can hypnotize you down to a cellular level, able to alter not only someone’s mind but someone’s body as well.” As far-fetched as all of it sounded, the results didn’t lie.

Walking into the clinic, Jack was delighted by the heavenly, feminine scent that filled his nose. It was far cleaner and more erotic than the dank scent of his unkempt man cave. “Good afternoon, sir. My name is Jocelyn. Do you have an appointment?” said the woman at the counter with a voice as smooth as honey. She was incredibly attractive with long, shiny hair and a face that would put Aphrodite to shame. Not to mention her well-endowed proportions that could make a priest swoon.

Sheepishly, Jack approached the desk, forcing a smile to cover his nerves. “H-Hello, um, yeah, we spoke on the phone earlier today,” he said, his eyes looking anywhere but at Jocelyn.

Smiling knowingly, Jocelyn grabbed a clipboard with a small stack of papers on it and offered them to Jack. “Yes, Mr. Doyle, I have all your required documents right here.” As she tried to pass them off, however, the clipboard slipped from her fingers. She moved to grab it but ended up falling forward over the counter, exposing her panties as her skirt snagged the edge of the desk.

Jack didn’t know whether to help her or back away to preserve her decency. In the end, he did neither, opting instead to stand and watch as the poor employee struggled to collect herself. It was clear that she must’ve been a former customer and was likely some klutzy dork. Guess this clinic can’t fix everything.

Reorganizing all the papers and snapping the clipboard shut, Jocelyn picked herself up off the floor and placed everything in Jack’s hands. “P-Please fill these out while you wait in the seating area and we’ll call you in when you're finished,” she said, blushing hard as she walked back around her desk, fiddling with her skirt the whole way.

“Thank you,” said Jack, turning quickly and moving over to a row of mostly empty chairs. Sitting in the far corner was some other nerdy-looking dude with orange hair and taped-up glasses. No doubt, they both had the same goal in mind. Still, given the number of documents he needed to get through, now was not the time for comradery.

Diving into the many pages, Jack scanned his way through the safety warnings, believing that while risks are possible, they wouldn’t operate a clinic like this if it wasn’t safe. As he moved into the personalization forms, though, he began to take his time, making sure he got the perfect body and personality that he desired.

For the most part, it was one long essay portion where you could describe the you that you want to be. However, there were a few questions that gave Jack some anxiety, specifically the one asking if he wanted the transformation to be permanent or not. Apparently, the body’s cellular regeneration would ensure whatever they change is only temporary. However, for an exuberant fee, you could select to be injected with a special serum that makes the changes 100% permanent. This also means that changes could not be made after the cells are locked in. Not looking to cost an arm and a leg and hoping to test out other modifications in the future, Jack decided against the serum, for now at least.

The other question that stuck out to Jack was the “Erotic Fantasy Package” that could be added to any session. Apparently, there was a wide market for people who get off on body transformation, especially of the forced variety. Feeling he had a more dominant personality, he didn’t really want to have a submissive experience when turning into a Chad. And he’d have plenty of time to fulfill his erotic fantasies after the session was over. Yet another extra cost that he’d be avoiding.

Signing his name on the last page, Jack stood up and returned to the front desk with his clipboard in hand. Unfortunately, the other dude had beaten up to the punch and was now chatting up the girl at the desk. So much for comradery, this dude was already trying to hit on the girl he was planning on asking out after he was all hot and sexy.

However, only a few seconds after he showed up, Jocelyn turned her attention to Jack, completely forgetting about that other loser. Smirking, he approached the counter and placed the clipboard down on the desk. “All finished,” he said whilst trying to lean against the counter in a provocative way. The result was unflattering and awkward for all involved parties.

Stacking the clipboards in her hands, Jocelyn stepped out from behind the counter and stood before both of them. “Okay, so, unfortunately, we only have one hypnotist on hand at the moment. Usual scheduling prevents overlap like this, but AJ arrived late and spent a lot of time on the questionnaire. I hate to ask, but could I ask one of you to wait while the other has their procedure.”

Zipping his lips, Jack had no intention of volunteering to delay his session. He showed up on time and this guy didn’t, so he should have to wait. Luckily, he didn’t even have to say anything, as AJ took the lead. “I’ll go ahead and wait,” he said with a soft, kind smile, “It was my fault after all, and what’s one more hour to a lifetime of change.”

“Well, that settles it,” said Jack, clapping his hands together, “Shall we get on with it then?”

Stuttering, Jocelyn responded, “Oh, yes! Let me just get everything gathered.” Stumbling over to her desk, she fumbled with the two clipboards before setting one down on the counter and ushering him towards the back hallway, “Just follow me and we’ll make sure all your dreams come true.”

Jack was led through the front corridor to a back hallway that had several unmarked doors. It almost felt like a real medical clinic. With each step, he could feel himself growing nervous. He’d been so lackadaisical about this whole thing that the feeling caught him off guard a little. He swallowed hard and strengthened his nerves. In one hour, he’d be the man he’d always dreamed of being.

Sliding the clipboard into a clear slot in front of the door, Joselyn stopped Jack at one of the doors, opening it and leading him inside. “This will be your room. Mistress Lala will be in shortly. Do you have any questions?” she asked, already one foot out the door.

“I think I’m all good,” said Jack, waving goodbye as Jocelyn was soon out of sight. Sighing to himself with a smug grin, he looked around the room, taken aback by how cozy it looked. In the center of the room was a chair, with several mirrors positioned around it. Assuming it was for him, he plopped himself down in the seat and let himself sink into the plush surface. He was a little disappointed that it wasn’t a recliner, but hey, it was better than a stiff doctor’s room bed or something.

Meanwhile, Mistress Lala had arrived at Jack’s room, ready to begin her session with him. She wore a long, blue silk dress and had her pitch-black hair tied up in a bun. Being a busy day, she assumed everything was in order and skipped to the personalization forms. Unbeknownst to her, Jack, and even Jocelyn was the fact that when Jocelyn was in a hurry, she accidentally mixed up the two clipboards, leaving Jack’s real clipboard with her while placing AJ’s in his place.

“Mmmmm…another pretty sissy who’s dreamed about being turned into a beautiful woman by a dom,” said Mistress Lala to herself as she licked her lips. Her smile perked up extra as she saw all the fun kink play that he’d diligently listed with the Erotic Fantasy Package. “Alright, AJ, let’s have some fun,” she whispered under her breath as she opened the door with a bright smile.

TO BE CONTINUED…