Literature
Hypnosis Isn't Real
"Hypnosis isn't real" he insisted.
"No?" she asked. "Then why are you wearing those pretty pink panties?"
He looked down at the darling pink panties which held his crotch in a soft embrace. They were pink and white and ruffled. "These are what I always wear, idiot."
"And why are you wearing that little chastity cage?"
He rolled his eyes. "Why wouldn't I wear a cage like this? This is the kind of thing that guys like me are supposed to wear."
"I see. Well, if hypnosis isn't real, why did you put on that pair of fake breasts and the bra that holds them in place?"
"Can't I do mix up my appearance a bit?" he answered. Honestly, the nerve of some people. If he wanted to attach DD breasts to a chest with a glue that couldn't be removed for more than a month, that was his prerogative.
"Well, how about your dress? Why are you wearing that if you aren't hypnotised."
"I'm pretty sure I've always dressed like this," he retorted. The dress was like the sort of thing a little girl would