Resurrection Pt. 1

Jazmine woke up with a heavy heart, the weight of Clea’s words still pressing down on her. She dragged herself out of bed, each movement slow and deliberate. She opened her closet, picking out a simple black tube top and a pair of worn-out jeans. Underneath, she wore plain, unflattering cotton underwear. She glanced at the more alluring lingerie that Clea had bought for her but couldn’t bring herself to wear it. Today wasn’t a day for feeling sexy; it was a day for survival.

She sat at her vanity, staring at her reflection. Her eyes were dull, ringed with dark circles from a sleepless night. She applied her makeup with a heavy hand, covering the imperfections but not enhancing her features. A bit of foundation, a swipe of mascara, and a touch of lip balm. It was a far cry from the glamorous looks Clea usually insisted on.

Jazmine’s thoughts were a chaotic swirl of self-loathing and regret. Clea’s harsh words echoed in her mind: “You’re a failure, Jazmine. You need to fix this.” She knew Clea was right. She had to become the perfect version of Jazmine Jade. There was no room for Jackson Steele anymore.

Clea’s voice snapped her out of her reverie. “Get downstairs. We’re starting.”

Jazmine took a deep breath, steeling herself for the day ahead. She shuffled down the stairs, feeling like a condemned prisoner walking to the gallows. Clea stood at the bottom, her expression cold and unreadable.

Clea guided her into one of the guest rooms, typically empty and unused. The stark white room housed something that resembled a high-tech coffin, and Jazmine's heart began to race. Clea stood beside it, her expression stern and unforgiving.

"Get in," Clea ordered, pointing to the tank. "Four hours. You'll listen to the audio loop the entire time. No exceptions."

Jazmine hesitated for a moment before climbing into it. The coffin was eerily warm, and as she lay back, the lid closed over her, plunging her into complete darkness. Her breathing quickened, the sound of her own heartbeat echoing in her ears.

The audio loop started, the voices insidious and inescapable.

"You are Jazmine, a beautiful and irresistibly desirable woman. Embrace your femininity fully, revel in your girly charms and your insatiable desires. You are a goddess, commanding attention and adoration from all. Be the good girl who craves the touch of men, savoring every moment of pleasure. Forget Jackson Steele and all traces of masculinity, for you are now Jazmine Jade, the epitome of feminine allure and irresistible allure."

The repetition was relentless. Over and over, the mantra drilled into her mind, each word a hammer striking away at her sense of self. The darkness enveloped her, and she felt as though she were floating in a void, untethered and lost. Time seemed to stretch, each minute an eternity. She had no sense of the outside world, no distractions to cling to.

When the four hours finally ended, the tank opened, and Clea was already waiting there, and her face came into view. "Get out," she commanded.

Jazmine's limbs felt heavy as she climbed out, her body trembling. She was immediately sat down on the bed and handed a pair of VR goggles, and Clea placed them over her eyes.

"Keep these on," Clea instructed. "You'll watch everything we’ve programmed for you. No taking them off until I say so."

Jazmine nodded, the goggles already immersing her in a world of hyper-feminine imagery. Models strutting down runways, glamorous actresses on red carpets, women in seductive poses, pornographic videos. The visual **** was overwhelming, each image reinforcing the narrative being pounded into her brain. "You are Jazmine, a beautiful, desirable woman."

Time lost all meaning as Jazmine sat in the chair, her mind slowly being reshaped by the relentless conditioning. She saw herself in the images, heard her name in the affirmations, and felt her old identity slipping away. The resistance that had once been so strong was now a faint whisper, drowned out by the overwhelming flood of new thoughts and beliefs.

Clea watched with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation. She knew this was only the beginning, but the progress Jazmine was making filled her with confidence. The plan was working, and soon, Jazmine Jade would be fully realized.

As Jazmine removed the VR headset, her vision blurred from hours of constant bombardment. Her mind was a haze of images and phrases, all meant to reinforce her new identity. She was Jazmine Jade, a woman meant to embrace her femininity fully. Clea’s presence was immediately felt, her eyes inspecting Jazmine with a mixture of satisfaction and expectation.

"Alright, Jazmine," Clea began, her tone firm yet deceptively soothing. "Now that you’ve had a good dose of that, it’s time for the next step."

A wicked smile spread across Clea's face. "Every time you perform overtly sexy and feminine behaviors, you’ll get a rush of endorphins. But if you slip up, if you revert to any masculine habits, you’ll feel discomfort, maybe even nausea."

Clea motioned to a small device on a table nearby. "This is how we’re going to do it," she said, picking up what looked like a small bracelet. "It’s a biofeedback device. It can measure your physiological responses and administer endorphin triggers or discomfort signals directly into your bloodstream."

Jazmine’s eyes widened as Clea attached the bracelet to her wrist. "This is linked to your behavior," Clea explained. "We’ll start with something simple. Stand up and walk towards me, but do it in a way that’s seductive and utterly feminine."

Taking a deep breath, Jazmine stood and began to walk. She swayed her hips, exaggerated each step, and kept her eyes locked on Clea, trying to channel the confidence and allure she’d seen in the VR videos. As she reached Clea, a warm, euphoric sensation washed over her, making her gasp.

"That’s it," Clea praised. "You felt the reward. Now, let’s try something else. I want you to stand in front of the mirror and practice a sensual dance."

Jazmine hesitated, but Clea’s stern look pushed her forward. She moved to the mirror and began to sway her body, letting her hands glide over her curves. The endorphin rush came again, stronger this time, almost intoxicating.

"Good girl," Clea said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Remember, Jazmine, the more feminine and seductive you are, the more pleasure you’ll feel."

For the next few hours, Jazmine performed a variety of actions under Clea’s watchful eye. She practiced pouting seductively, arching her back, and even moaning softly in a high-pitched, girlish tone. Each successful action was rewarded with an endorphin rush, reinforcing the behavior. But when she slipped up, when a movement was too stiff or her voice lacked seductiveness, the bracelet would administer a mild shock, sending waves of discomfort through her body.

As the day wore on, Clea introduced the next phase of the plan. "You’re starting a new hormonal regimen today," she said, handing Jazmine a glass of water. "Increased doses of estrogen and anti-androgens. They’re in everything you drink and in the one meal you’ll have today."

Jazmine took the glass, her hands trembling slightly. She drank it down, knowing she had ****. The liquid was slightly bitter, but she **** it down, reminding herself that this was necessary to become Jazmine Jade fully.

Clea watched her with a satisfied smirk. "Good. Now, for dinner, you’ll have this." She handed Jazmine a small, skimpy meal—barely enough to fill her stomach. "You need to stay slim and delicate," Clea explained. "This will help with that."

Jazmine nodded, accepting the meal without complaint.

"From now on," Clea continued, "this will be your daily routine. By the end of these two weeks, you’ll be completely transformed."

Jazmine felt a wave of despair wash over her. The thought of enduring this for two more weeks was almost too much to bear. But she knew she had ****. Clea’s words echoed in her mind, reminding her of her new identity.

"You are Jazmine, a beautiful and irresistibly desirable woman. Embrace your femininity fully. Forget Jackson Steele and all traces of masculinity."

As the first day of Clea’s master plan came to a close, Jazmine felt a strange mix of fear and anticipation. She knew the road ahead would be challenging, but she was determined to become the woman Clea wanted her to be. There was no turning back now. She was Jazmine Jade, and she had to do whatever it took to embrace her new identity fully.

Jazmine awoke on the second day of Clea’s master plan with a mix of dread and resignation, but also optimism. She slowly got out of bed, her body feeling heavier, her mind foggy from the continuous conditioning.

She reached for a tight-fitting, low-cut pastel pink dress that hugged her curves and a matching set of lace lingerie. The bra was padded, pushing her chest up and creating an ample cleavage. The panties were a thong, designed to leave little to the imagination. She slid the lingerie on first, feeling the delicate fabric against her skin. The panties fit snugly, reminding her constantly of their presence.

She was feeling like her normal self, and she was glad to not feel utterly defeated. She slipped into the dress, struggling slightly to zip it up at the back. Once on, it accentuated her hips and waist perfectly. She glanced at herself in the mirror, noting the way the dress clung to her body.

Her makeup was next. She carefully applied foundation, concealer, and powder, followed by a subtle eyeshadow that brought out the color in her eyes. She added eyeliner and mascara to elongate her lashes, giving her a more dramatic look. Her lips were painted a soft, glossy pink, making them appear fuller and more inviting. As she finished, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and saw a woman who looked almost unrecognizable from the depressed Jazmine of just a few days ago.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Clea entered, her eyes scanning Jazmine from head to toe. "Good morning, Jazmine," she said, her tone brisk. "Today’s another important day. Let’s go."

Jazmine followed Clea down the hall to the guest room with the coffin. It loomed large in the center of the room, an ominous reminder of what awaited her. She climbed in without a word, lying down and closing her eyes as the lid shut over her. Darkness enveloped her, and soon the audio loop began to play. "You are Jazmine, a beautiful and irresistibly desirable woman. Embrace your femininity fully..."

The hours dragged on, each second stretching into what felt like an eternity. The phrases repeated over and over, drilling into her subconscious. Jazmine tried to let her mind drift, but the constant repetition made it impossible. She couldn’t escape the words, and soon they became the only thing she could focus on. "Forget Jackson Steele..."

When the lid finally opened, Jazmine squinted against the sudden light. Clea helped her out, guiding her to a chair where the VR goggles awaited. "Good job, Jazmine. Now, let’s reinforce what you’ve learned."

Jazmine slipped the goggles on, and the images began to flood her vision. She saw women, dressed provocatively, smiling seductively at men. The images were interspersed with videos of women behaving in overtly sexual ways, their actions accompanied by soft, encouraging voices. "You are a goddess, commanding attention and adoration from all..."

The videos showed women engaging with men in various ways—flirting, touching, and ultimately submitting. Each image, each video reinforced her new identity. She was Jazmine Jade, not Jackson Steele. She needed to embrace her femininity, to revel in her girly charms and insatiable desires.

As she watched, she felt a strange mix of arousal and confusion. The images were designed to make her crave the attention of men, to see herself as a sexual being.

After what felt like hours, the VR session ended. Clea removed the goggles and looked at Jazmine with a critical eye.

Jazmine felt a deep sense of resignation. She knew she had ****. This was her reality now. Clea’s plan was in full swing, and she was powerless to stop it.

Jazmine removed the VR headset, blinking as the room came into focus. Her head still swam with the vivid images and the constant mantra that had played through the headset. Clea was there, as always, ready to guide her to the next step in the day's plan.

"Alright, Jazmine," Clea said, her voice cool and commanding. "We're moving on. Today, it's going to be more intense. You need to push yourself."

Jazmine felt the familiar weight of the bracelet on her wrist, its presence a constant reminder of the conditioning she was undergoing. Clea led her to the training room, where a series of tasks awaited her.

"Let's start with something simple," Clea said, handing Jazmine a feathered boa. "I want you to dance with this. Make it sexy, make it hypnotic. Think of yourself as a seductress."

Jazmine took the boa, feeling its softness against her skin. She started to sway her hips, moving the boa around her body in slow, sensual movements. She imagined herself as a siren, using her body to lure in those around her. The bracelet buzzed softly, releasing a small dose of endorphins. The rush was immediate, making her feel a surge of pleasure.

"Good," Clea said, her eyes watching Jazmine intently. "Keep going. Make it bolder."

Jazmine upped the intensity, arching her back and running the boa down her cleavage. She tossed her hair and moaned softly. The bracelet rewarded her efforts, sending waves of pleasure through her body, though she wasn't fully aware of how deeply it was affecting her behavior.

Next, Clea handed her a tube of lipstick. "I want you to apply this while looking in the mirror. Do it slowly, sensually. Make it an act of seduction."

Jazmine approached the mirror, the lipstick in hand. She leaned in close, her breath fogging the glass slightly. With deliberate slowness, she twisted the tube, revealing the vibrant red color. She started to apply it, her movements exaggerated and languid. Each stroke of the lipstick felt like a performance, her eyes locking onto her reflection. The bracelet rewarded her efforts, sending waves of pleasure through her.

"That's it," Clea murmured, her voice almost a purr. "Keep going."

Jazmine finished with a flourish, pressing her lips together and blowing a kiss at the mirror. The head rush left her slightly breathless, her body tingling with the aftereffects.

Clea then led her to the next task. "Now, I want you to practice your moans. Make them as sultry and seductive as possible. You're not just practicing; you're embodying Jazmine Jade."

Jazmine felt a flush rise to her cheeks but nodded. She started with a soft moan, letting it build in volume and intensity. She imagined herself in various scenarios, her moans becoming more **** and needy. Each perfect moan was rewarded with the bracelet's endorphins, reinforcing the behavior.

"More, Jazmine," Clea demanded. "Feel it."

Jazmine's moans became louder, more breathy. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the sounds she was making. The endorphin rush was intoxicating, urging her to keep going, to be bolder, louder, more feminine.

After what felt like an eternity, Clea finally called a halt. "Good job, Jazmine. Now, it's time for the hypnotherapy."

Dr. Fields entered the room, carrying a small device. She placed it on the table and turned to Jazmine. "Lie down and get comfortable. This is going to help reinforce everything you've been learning."

Jazmine did as she was told, lying down on the plush chaise lounge. Dr. Fields began speaking in a low, soothing voice, guiding Jazmine into a deep trance. Jazmine felt herself slipping away, her mind becoming more pliable and receptive.

The video started, the screen filling with swirling colors and soft, rhythmic music. Dr. Fields’ voice continued in the background, blending with the mantras. "You are Jazmine, a beautiful and irresistibly desirable woman. Embrace your femininity fully..."

Images of herself, more vibrant and feminine than ever, filled the screen. Each image was accompanied by affirmations, reinforcing her new identity. She saw herself in different scenarios, always alluring, always the center of attention.

Jazmine felt her mind absorb these new truths, the resistance to her transformation weakening. She could feel the ever-stronger presence of Jazmine Jade.

After what felt like hours, the session ended. Dr. Fields brought her back to consciousness slowly, her voice guiding Jazmine back to the present.

"How do you feel?" Dr. Fields asked.

Jazmine blinked, her mind still foggy. "Different," she murmured.

"Good," Clea said, a satisfied smile on her lips. "That's exactly what we want. Now, let's get you something to drink."

They brought her a glass of water, which she drank eagerly. Unbeknownst to her, it contained the increased doses of estrogen and anti-androgens. Each sip reinforced her transformation, altering her body and mind to fit the new identity being crafted for her.

Dinner was a small, meticulously prepared meal, designed to keep her figure while also delivering the necessary hormones. As she ate, Clea and Dr. Fields watched her closely, noting every subtle change, every sign that their plan was working.

By the end of the day, Jazmine felt exhausted yet strangely content. The constant conditioning, the rewards, and the punishments were reshaping her in ways she couldn't fully comprehend. She knew one thing for certain: she was becoming Jazmine Jade, and there was no turning back.