The following story was inspired by the excellent manipulation by Mad Bird. I wish to thank him publicly for his permission to post it here.
“I’m just not very pretty, Dr. Cornell.”
Dr. Brenda Cornell looked at the young lady sitting across from her and sighed. Ricki had spoken the truth; she wasn’t just pretty. She was drop dead gorgeous. With her curly mop of cinnamon-red hair, 5’11 inch height and incredible slim figure, she should have been one of the top fashion models in the country. However, an abusive childhood had robbed the poor girl of any confidence whatsoever, and Dr. Brenda was running out of ideas on how to help her past her inferiority complex.
“Doctor?” Ricki asked cautiously, bringing her out of her thoughts. "What can I do about my appearance?"
“Oh, sorry, Ricki,” Brenda said, sitting forward. “I was just thinking about something; perhaps a way to help you, even. Tell me. Have you ever been hypnotized?”
“Hypnotized?” the girl repeated. “You mean like the guy on late night T.V. that makes people cluck like a chicken?”
Brenda smiled. “Well, that is one way it can be used, but it can also help people, as in beating some addictions, or recovering their buried memories. I think employing this technique might be a way to help you build a little confidence, as well.”
“I..I don’t understand,” the girl admitted with a slight stammer.
“Ricki,” Brenda explained, “you’re an extremely pretty young lady.” She held up her hand as her patient started to protest. “Yes, you are, but years of being told that you’re worthless have caused you to build up mental blocks that make it impossible for you to see it for yourself. I think that, through hypnotism, we might be able to break down those blocks and let you see yourself how everyone else does, as a beautiful poised young woman. What do you say?”
The girl thought about it for almost a minute, while Brenda waiting patiently behind her desk. Finally, Ricki looked up, though there was still plenty of doubt etched on her face. “Well,” she said, “if you think it will help…”
“I do,” Brenda said confidently, happy that the girl had agreed. “Well, there’s no time like the present. If you’ll please stand up, we can get started.” Getting up herself, she walked around her desk to stand next to her patient. Again, she marveled at the girl’s height. If she hadn’t been wearing heels, Ricki would have towered over her. As it was, she was still almost an inch taller than her. “Okay, Ricki,” she said slowly. “I’m going to ask you to do one more thing before we start, but only if you’re comfortable with it.”
“What’s that?” the obviously nervous girl asked.
Brenda took a deep breath before replying. “I want you to take off your clothes.”
Ricki’s eyes shot open. “What? Why?”
Brenda looked over the baggy shirt and skirt that the girl wore. “Well, like I said before,” she answered carefully, “you are a truly beautiful girl, Ricki, but you insist on hiding in those very unflattering clothes. My goal here is to get you to see your inner beauty, and I just feel that they will get in the way of that. If you’d rather leave them on, that’s fine.”
Ricki stood and considered it for a few moments. “Could I at least keep my underwear on?” she asked.
Brenda smiled. “Certainly. Whatever makes you the most comfortable.”
Brenda waited patiently as the girl slowly stripped down to her undergarments. She really wasn’t surprised to see that even Ricki’s lingerie was rather plain too. Well, she thought to herself, if this works, maybe I can convince her to drop by my sister’s boutique.
“Is this okay, Doctor?” Ricki asked, as she nervously shuffled her feet back and forth, covering herself with her hands self-consciously.
“It’s fine, Ricki; look over this way,” Brenda told her, turning her to face the far wall. “Now, I want you to concentrate on watching the gold pendulum of that wall clock and listening to me carefully.” She slowly went through the routine she regularly used to hypnotize patients, and as she had suspected, Ricki proved to be an easily suggestible subject. It took barely two minutes to put the young girl completely under; after a few checks to make sure she wasn't pretending, Brenda brought her into a very deep trance while her eyes were closed.
“Okay, Ricki,” she said to herself, moving around to stand in front of the statuesque subject, “let’s see what we can do about your self-image.” One more time she took in the incredible beauty of the entranced girl. Seeing her standing there in her underwear, she again thought about her sister’s store. Suddenly, she had an idea. “Ricki, hear my voice; you’ve seen lingerie models, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” the girl said drowsily, her head hanging downward.
“They’re very very pretty, aren’t they?”
Brenda just shook her head at that. “Yes, they are,” she said in a commanding tone. “What I want you to do is to use your imagination. I want you to imagine that you are one of those very pretty models. Picture yourself wearing the most sexy lingerie you can imagine for all to see. Can you do that?”
“I guess,” the girl said again.
Brenda ignored her hesitation this time. “Okay, Ricki,” she said, “use your imagination. You’re a lingerie model. You’re beautiful. When I count to three, you will open your eyes and see yourself as one of the most beautiful models you can imagine. One... Two... Three!”
At the last command, Ricki’s head came up as her eyes flashed open and she moved into a model-like pose. Brenda watched with satisfaction, expecting to see the girl prance around the office like a supermodel on a runway. However, the girl just stood there without moving a muscle. She was staring off into the distance with a cute expression on her face.
“Ricki?” she called softly, getting a bit concerned when she got no response. Was something going wrong? She had just about decided to bring the girl out of her trance, when she noticed something else odd.
Ricki’s skin seemed to be taking on a shiny appearance, reflecting a sheen of light from her desk lamp. At the same time, the immobile girl’s eyes took on a glassy expression, while what looked like smooth lines appeared at her waist and shoulders. Cautiously, Brenda reached her hand out to the girl’s arm, finding it cold and hard to the touch. She drew back in shock, using the same hand to catch the gasp that escaped her lips. As hard as it was for her to believe, she couldn’t deny what had happened.
Ricki had become a display mannequin.
“But how?” she asked herself, slowly walking around the frozen girl. She had read articles about hypnosis subjects manifesting physical changes while under, but nothing this extreme. “And why a mannequin?” she continued, talking to herself. “I said lingerie model, not…” Even as she started to say it, she realized her mistake. She hadn’t been specific enough. She hadn’t made sure that Ricki knew she meant the models on the television ads. Not models in store windows, however idealized they might have seemed to the young subject.
Brenda stood staring at her unmoving patient, unable to decide what to do next. A part of her was screaming for her to bring the girl out of her trance…to get her back to being herself. At the same time, however, a clinical curiosity made her want to know more about this strange transformation. How far did it go? How long would it last?
Finally, the curiosity won out.
Slowly, she approached the girl for a closer look. She waved her hand in front of Ricki’s glassy eyes, getting no response at all. She ran her finger along the break-line that had formed on the girl’s left shoulder. As far as she could tell, the arm could be completely separated from her body. She wondered if she would be able to actually remove it, but found that even her curiosity wouldn’t let her go that far.
She drew her hand back toward the girl’s neck, noting the hard smoothness of her skin. She let her touch drift downward, stopping just at the top of Ricki’s cleavage. She raised her eyes back up to Ricki’s face, looking for any reaction. The girl just continued to stare straight past her.
Taking a deep breath, she continued her exploration, feeling the girl’s left breast through the coarse lace of her bra. Finding what should have been the softest of female flesh so cold and unyielding brought another gasp from Brenda’s lips. She brought her finger down to feel the tip of the breast.
In shock, she drew her hand away, staring at the girl’s chest. Slowly, she reached forward again, this time running her finger around a few times. Slowly, she pulled away, her eyes again searching the girl’s face. “Sorry about this, Ricki,” she said to her, “but I’ve got to know.”
She leaned in closer to the girl, using her finger to slowly pull the cup of the bra away from her breast. With a final look into Ricki’s eyes, she peered down at the naked flesh inside. Sure enough, her eyes confirmed what her finger had felt. Ricki had no nipples. Her breasts had become nothing more than smooth mounds of plastic on her chest.
Almost without thinking about it, Brenda found her eyes moving downward, unable to stop the obvious question from jumping into her thoughts. Was the transformation complete? And could she bring herself to find out? Finally, she let out a sigh. “Oh, well,” she said to herself. “In for a penny…”
She let the girl’s bra drop back to her breast, though she kept one finger wrapped in the strap. Slowly, she placed her other hand on Ricki’s stomach, again noting the smooth feel of her skin. Running the hand down, she let her fingers dip into the waistband of the girl’s panties. Taking just a second to steady herself, she pushed forward, exploring Ricki’s most intimate areas and finding…nothing! No pubic hair. No vagina. All her fingertips encountered was more smooth plastic.
Pulling her hands away, Brenda moved back and leaned against her desk, wondering if the transfixed girl had even felt her touches. Again, she found herself worrying about the condition of her patient. What if everything that had been Ricki was gone, leaving just this plastic mannequin in her place? Would she even be able to bring the girl out of this?
“Okay, Ricki,” she said firmly, with just a note of panic in her voice, “it’s time to come back. I want you to become yourself again…” She paused for a moment, as a thought came to her. “You are Ricki, but deep inside you will also always be this beautiful lingerie model. Do you understand, Ricki?” She frowned, as she got no response. “Okay, come back now, as I count down to one” she sighed, and started counting.
At first, she was sure that nothing was happening, but then, she saw that the gaps at the girl’s arms seemed to be sealing up. She breathed a deep sigh of relief as Ricki’s skin slowly became more flesh-like in appearance. A few moments later, the girl’s head dropped back down onto her chest, fast asleep once more.
Brenda fought the urge to reach out and feel the girl’s arm. “Okay,” she said with a little more of her normal voice, “when I snap my fingers you will wake up.” She waited for a second, and then snapped her fingers.
Instantly, Ricki was awake. The girl looked around the office in confusion for a few moments, before looking down at herself, seeming to realize that she was still in her underwear. Brenda halfway expected her to grab her clothes to cover herself, but Ricki surprised her. Instead, the girl continued to look down at herself, as if seeing her own lovely body for the first time.
“Ricki?” Brenda called softly, getting the girl’s attention. “How do you feel?”
“I don’t know, Dr. Cornell,” the girl admitted. “It’s kinda hard to explain.”
Brenda nodded. “Have a seat,” she said, going around her desk to sit down herself. “I have something to tell you that you’re going to find difficult to believe.” With a sigh, Brenda told her everything that had happened during the hypnosis session, leaving out only the part about her exploration into the girl’s panties.
After she finished, she just sat there and let the girl take it all in. At the same time, she watched Ricki carefully, trying to get a read on what was going through her patient's mind. She was concentrating so much on Ricki’s face that it took her a few moments to note the way the girl was sitting. Before, Ricki had slouched down in the chair. Now, she was sitting up straight and tall. It was a little thing, really, but Brenda couldn’t help but see it as a sign of progress.
After almost two minutes, the silence in the office got to be too much for Brenda to take. “You don’t believe me,” she said, just to say something.
“Actually,” Ricki replied, “I do. I don’t know why I do, but I do. I’m just trying to figure out what it’s supposed to mean.”
With a sigh of relief, Brenda sat up straight. “Well, for starters, I think it means that we’ve found the key to your problem.”
“Certainly,” Brenda told her. “For years, you’ve been told by people who should have known better that you were not pretty…that you were worthless. You heard it so much, that it’s ingrained into your subconscious.” She paused for a minute and smiled. “And, sweetie, you have got the most powerful subconscious I’ve ever encountered.”
Ricki halfway returned the smile. “I guess so,” she said. “So, now what?”
Actually, it was a question that Brenda was asking herself. “That’s mostly up to you, Ricki,” she answered. “How do you feel about yourself now?”
The girl considered carefully before answering. “Well, better, I guess. I don’t know, for sure, though.”
“That’s perfectly alright. You’ve been dealing with your negative self-image for so long that it would be foolish to believe that one hypnosis session would reverse it completely. My recommendation would be for a few more sessions, maybe even a few outside of this office.”
“Outside?” the girl repeated. “What do you mean?”
Brenda answered carefully. “Well, I just feel that it would do you good to explore your new self-image in a more public forum.”
“Well,” Brenda replied, with a slight smile on her lips, “my sister owns a clothing store downtown. Maybe we could do a session or two down there.”
Ricki sit there and thought about it for a while, then met Brenda’s eyes. “Do you think I could be in the window?” She asked eagerly.
Brenda smiled back, for the first time feeling that she was finally reaching the girl. “I don’t see any reason why not,” she told her. “No reason at all.”