Being imprinted

With my eyes shut and confidently asleep, Nathanial changes the track I am listening to. It is a deep sleep hypnosis track that I can’t wake from.

As it plays I can tell my dream changes, almost like I am floating in space I see my entire surroundings turn pink. A soft feminine voice fills the void I am floating in. “Nathanial…” his face in the distance shows. “Is a good friend.” Almost like a flash I feel my head get warped and looking at his image afar I feel drawn to him like the closest friend I have ever had. Whispering in my sleep the real Nathanial hears me say, “Nathanial, is my friend.” Happy that the hypnosis has started he gets to sleep himself.

“Jenny…” next to Nathanial is now Jenny. Her perfect blonde hair and sexy body to see. “Is Mommy and must be obeyed. Worship and love her above all else.” This wasn’t even needed to be imprinted on me but this now removes any hesitation in what she asks. Deep down I have it within me that anything she asks I must obey. Like it is second nature.

“You…” my own little weak body is next to Nathanial now. Lithe but somehow curvy at the waist, the effeminate little cock in its cage shown for me to see. “Are a feminine toy for Jenny and Nathanial.” This was the hardest pill to swallow as I always thought myself as a man, while not the peak example of masculinity. Didn’t associate myself with being feminine. Though now as the voice repeats itself, “feminine toy! Love all attention while attempting to be feminine. Strive for more femininity above all else.” I can feel a new core directive in my life. Be as feminine as possible.

The rest of the night is just a repeat of these first three directives. Reinforcing in me that I like Nathanial, he is a friend. Jenny is my Mommy and must be obey, and most jarring is that I am to be feminine. To be a female.