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This story is also available over on AO3 here and my tiered website here

Dress Shopping - A Session Story

This story is about a real session with real hypnosis.

A sweet darling goes out looking for a dress, but finds a boutique with a little more than just clothes.

Transcript below:

One of my darlings wanted a little story woven for her, a story that embodies everything she loves; feeling admired, being put on display, and a pretty, pretty dress. I had an excellent plan and we had quite a good amount of time to do it, she was oh so ready to be mine.

I brought her down into trance, taking the long scenic route. I brought her on a lovely walk through rolling countryside and then when she was fast asleep on my lap all soft and safe that was when I took a length of ribbon and wove it between her fingers and then wove it in her mind. The rolling countryside faded away into rainy streets. Old Victorian townhouses, tall and battered by the weather, towered over her, making her bundle into her coat even more. She dressed comfortably wrapped up in layers that were hidden underneath her pea coat, but she was wanting something different. She was looking for a pretty and beautiful dress. All of the shops that she trotted past didn’t seem to catch her eye until she spotted a little green boutique with beautiful dresses on display on mannequins in the window.

Her face lit up and she nervously pushed the door open but the ringing of a doorbell scared her a little and betrayed her stealthy entrance, announcing her presence to the owner. The owner turned around and greeted her with a beautiful smile. The girl wanted to burrow even deeper into comfortable clothes. The owner was so pretty, wearing a wonderful halterneck dress, in a beautiful green that shone in resplendent shades and highlights as she moved through the space. There were enough petticoats that made the dress stand out so perfectly. She felt herself blush in sight of the owner and meekly asked about finding something pretty. She regretted her choice of words, feeling a little out of her depth, but the owner gracefully walked over in high heels and pointed her to the arrangements of blouses, skirts, and even little playsuits.

There were so many to choose from, beautiful fabrics, satins, silks, flowing sleeves, bows, frills, all of them is so pretty and so hard to choose between. Suddenly a clunk, hollow and plastic, rang out from the little door behind the desk and was followed by an exclamation. Being a helpful soul she asked out if everything was okay and peeked in through the door. She saw the owner cradling a mannequin that had a big crack across its blank face. She jumped to help, bringing the mannequin up and the owner thanked her so much. She was saying that she was bringing it downstairs to put a new dress that she had made on it and rather than bringing it down fully dressed and possibly damaging what she had made she thought it would be wiser to bring the mannequin down first.

“Would you like to see the dress?“ the owner asked brightly.

Words failing her she nodded, almost disappearing into her scarf and coat with shyness. The owner took her by the hand and whisked her upstairs. The room upstairs was quite different to the room downstairs. Up here was very clearly the owner’s creative space, half finished projects, inspiration boards, collages; the girl could feel the care that went into everything she saw downstairs. The owner was stood by a table, very proudly, and she beckoned the girl over. Even though the dress was laid out flat on the table the girl could see all of the beautiful decisions the owner had made in creating it. Long billowing sleeves with a tight cuff to accentuate the shoulders, a bow at the collar to bring focus, a wonderful green satin. The skirt was almost floor-length, perfectly measured to almost scrape the floor. It gripped her heart with how good it looked. The owner, with a glint in her eye, asked the girl, “would you like to try it on?“

The girl blushed deeply, the red in her cheeks became an excellent compliment to the green of the dress. She nodded, it was the only expression she could manage. Her heart was racing, her breaths were quick. She only wanted a small treat, and now she was fulfilling a dream of being someone’s little fashion project. The owner asked if she needed privacy and pointed to an ornate screen in the corner of the room and then left to tend to the mannequin downstairs. The girl hurried over as if the offer was a command and began to undress. Her comfy clothes pooled at her feet and something within her felt the need to neatly fold them and place them, her excitement bringing with it a curious but pleasant obedience. She peeked around the screen to see if she was still alone and with the coast clear she scurried over to the dress and put it on.

The dress fit her perfectly, every single cinch, every single billow, the way the fabric draped on her form was perfect. It felt almost like the dress was made for her. She twirled letting the skirt fan out in its fullest. She swayed her arms like a ballerina just to watch the sleeves billow and move. She hadn’t noticed that the owner came back. Not allowing the girl to feel embarrassment of being surprised this way, the owner swept up to the girl and began to tweak and zhuzh, little adjustments here and there. “You look beautiful!“ The owner said, gesturing with her finger for the girl to do another spin. That pleasant obedience sank in and the girl turned as if she were on a turntable. “You will look perfect!“

Will be perfect? What did she mean, will? The girl thought to herself.

She went to continue turning but found her feet stayed put. The skirt obscured her view of what was causing her to stick. Trying to save face she tried to move her feet in little ways but found they were not responding. No words rose from her throat to save her. How was she going to explain what she was feeling to the owner? It is not every day that someone’s feet just suddenly stop moving. The owner asked if everything is okay and a whimpered little affirmation squeaked from behind the girl’s lips, but she was now finding that her legs were no longer cooperating either. That was when the owner’s eyes lit up and gently lifted the skirt of the dress. In the mirror close by, the girl could see that her feet and her legs were turning to plastic. She looks to the owner in a bit of panic but there is something in her eyes that let her know it was all okay. Her fingers began to tingle and she tried to speak but instead felt her lips gently purse and freeze. Her words became gentle muffles that slowly silenced as her arms began to stiffen. In no time at all the girl was now a mannequin. A worry and a panic began to bubble inside her but they quickly began to quell as the owner’s eyes began to drink her in. She could feel her gaze it felt like a pleasant sunbeam on a cool summer’s day, it felt like the gentle but dominant touch of a hand in the small of her back guiding her forward. Her mind was awash with the heightened pleasure of being admired, of her dress being tweaked, so much so that she didn’t even notice that she had been brought downstairs. Any thought she had seemed to bend and soften into pretty little mannequin thoughts. It didn’t even remember being installed in the window. All it could think with those pretty little thoughts and how good the gazes felt on its body.

It was placed front and centre. Unbeknownst to the mannequin, a small crowd had already assembled waiting to see the owner’s latest creation. Having all of those spectators see it in its pretty new dress sent such pleasure through its body and mind. Like light refracting and turning to vibrant colour, it felt so alive being admired. Each person’s gaze felt like caring hands tracing all over its body. Every detail the owner had into the dress became a vessel for people enjoying the mannequin. Like a sweet marbled cake, its thoughts and memories soon became a kaleidoscope of indulgent moments. Streaks of adoration, gentle pockets of yearning, a warm and ever-present hum of enjoyment. 30 minutes can vary in feeling for so many people but for mannequins, especially this one, 30 minutes isn’t all that long. But it leaves a lasting impression, so much so that the mannequin didn’t even realise that it had been brought back upstairs. Soon the thoughts and sense memories began to fade into a gentle saccharine warm glow as the girl started to feel a little more herself again. Seemingly in reverse the hollow plastic began to return to how it used to be. Things felt hazy, woolly headed at first, like waking from an unexpected nap. The pretty thoughts turned to memories as her own internal voice found itself. She blinked with a great scrunching of her face, her eyes attempting to adjust. Noticing her head had fully turned back the owner beamed at the girl and said,

“Your work helped me get some orders for this very style of dress!”

The girl felt warm hands massaging the skin that used to be glossy white plastic. All of the tension was being worked away by the owner who was diligently making sure the spell was leaving no lasting affect. From behind her she heard the owner say,

“You’ll be paid, of course.” The girl couldn’t turn to see the owner’s face as her feet and legs were still stiff and plastic. “You did some excellent work after all.” the owner added with a cheeky chuckle. “You were only on display for a little bit, while the glue on the other mannequin was drying. You were such a good little helper.”

With the return to normal almost done, the owner brought her lips to the ear of the girl and whispered, “You can keep the dress, a little gift from me”. That whisper curled around the girl’s ear and she shivered, her closed eyes hiding the roll they just made.

Now on the main floor of the boutique, comfy clothes folded neatly in a bag and the dress fitting snug beneath her coat, the girl bid farewell to the owner of the boutique. Trembling she said that she would have been content with the clothes that were already on display and on the racks, but the owner looked at her and said that she looked like she needed something a little special something to make her feel cute and pretty. A grin, a knowing grin, spread across the owner’s face and she said with a delicious curl in her words,

“You know, if you ever wanted a break, a new look, or just to have fun, you can always come back”

That burning blush returned to the girl’s cheeks and as she retreated into the collar of her coat with bashfulness. She nodded. The owner smiled and bid her farewell. The rainy sky felt far less oppressive as the girl made her way home, the dress caressing her skin, she felt the happiness bloom. A disbelief bristled in her mind, but the way she was feeling, the sense memories of having the purpose of being adored be so rewardingly fulfilled; the doubts of whether her little gallivant was real or not quickly faded away.

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