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This is an intense script meant to trigger gender dysphoria for masochistic purposes. I wrote it with the intent of creating a sensory experience within the trance, rather than implanting lasting triggers or suggestions. This is not "hypnosis that makes you a girl," and it's not hypnosis meant to influence how you feel outside of the trance state.

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"If you open your legs, I'll fuck you and cum inside."

So I do my best to endure, but... My panties are very thin, I feel his precum mixing with mine, his cock head grinding against my clit... I cum over and over, but I won't open my legs.

Until I couldn't. One day he made me cum so good that my body twitched, then I accidentally opened my legs and big bro slid his dick inside me!

like… every time i come over, the first thing he does is grope me through my shirt and make a face when he realizes i’m binding. he fusses about how uncomfortable it must be and how he’s worried about my health until i feel compelled to take my binder off to appease him. it’s whatever, i tell myself. i’m not that dysphoric anyways.

from there on out his hands are under my shirt playing with my tits more often than not. no matter what we’re doing, he’ll idly have a hand slipped down my collar, or a finger tweaking my nipple, or just outright play with them while we talk. he tells me he likes them, but also vehemently assures me that he still sees me as a man. i don’t question him.

yet i can tell he’s staring at them when i move, watching the way they bounce when i get overly excited. it’s opportunistic and frankly perverse, but a part of me loves the attention — and really, it’s just nice to get a break from binding.

so i deliberately start choosing not to wear a binder when i come over, reaching for old bras instead. i opt for lower cut tops, shirts that make my tits look nice. i rationalize it by telling myself it’s more comfortable, and there’s no harm in looking good.

he’s obviously pleased with my choices. i’m showered with love and seemingly unrelated compliments at a significantly higher frequency when my tits are out. he picks up the habit of commenting on women with nice tits, joking that he’s always been a boob guy and that a girl with a “good rack” is a massive turn-on. i begin to wonder if i am included in that category.

it doesn’t take long for his behaviour to shift during sex once he knows i’m accustomed to attention being given to my tits. hesitant brushes quickly morph into shameless groping, and it doesn’t take long until i’m on my knees naked looking up at him while he jerks off to the sight of them.

it’s only when he’s balls deep inside my pussy, eyes trained on my tits bouncing up and down as he thrusts, that he let’s the words “good girl” slip out of his mouth, sandwiched in between praise for how gorgeous my body is and how horny it makes him just to watch them. and it’s only then that i realize i don’t care if he perceives me as a woman — it’d been a while since i even tried to dress like a man around him. it’d been a while since i wanted to.

i need to be restrained and forcibly stripped so my body is accessible — my tits, pussy, ass & hips all on display to be groped and played with. i need to be told to shut the fuck up and take it while a cock is shoved in my mouth repeatedly, hitting the back of my throat until i’m gagging and crying for them to be just a little more gentle, please - pleading that is quickly cut off with a load of cum shot into my mouth.

she’ll reach out to grope my tits. i’m unable to stop myself from arching into her hands. i’ve never been this sensitive before. “moaning like a whore already? it’s only natural. you’ve been living that fantasy of being a boy for years now subjecting your female body to something it’s not… and just look at how quickly you responded when given a girly stimulant! a girl’s brain is her pussy after all.” she pushes my skirt up to expose the soaking wet panties she had me borrow. i squirm but she only pulls them down and starts playing with my clit. cooing the entire time about how i’ll make the cutest little girlfriend.

it’s not long before i’m begging for her to be inside of me. she’ll lay me back on her bed and lift my skirt up. my legs will open automatically and she’ll pat my cunt all proud. it takes her a moment to put on her strap and she’ll force my mouth open to lube it up. “c’mon pretty girl. open up for mommy’s strap. she knows just how tight your little cunnie is so you better get it nice and wet. okay princess?” i’m too horny to argue so i’ll wrap my tongue around her strap and lube it up with my spit.

finally she pulls it out of my mouth and slaps my face with it. a wet thunk has her satisfied. so she’ll finally fill me with her strap and fuck me nice and hard. her hips bruising into mine with each thrust. “look at you sweetie. you’re no man. just my sweet girl. isn’t that right? mhm. good girl! you’re my little lesbian… no? babygirl look at yourself sweetie. this isn’t how a man has sex and you know it. it’s time to stop pretending. you wanna have cummies? say you’re mommy’s little girl. c’mon… attagirl! see how easy that was.” as i squirt all over her strap further proving her point.

there’s no way to prevent a man from sliding his cock or fingers into me. it doesn’t matter if i’m not wet, spit will do. after all, my pussy is literally a hole designed to easily receive.

i can’t do anything to someone else, but a man can spend however long he wants fucking me. he can cum inside me and permanently alter my body. i’m built for his pleasure.

even my orgasms are for his benefit. if i cum, i clench, and then my hole just feels better for him.

A warm, heavy body draped over your back, settled between your legs. A thick, meaty cock settled deep inside you, twitching occasionally.

Panic overwhelms your poor sleepy brain, but before you can make a noise, a big hand clamps over your mouth. To your horror, you realize the cock inside you is soft, and the space between you two is sticky. “Shhh baby, daddy’s got you, it’s okay.”

The soreness in your lower back and cunt was starting to become obvious as he started to move, his cock hardening, growing inside you as he humped you.

“Stay quiet for daddy, I’m not nearly done with you yet.” Pulling out fully, he pushed his fat tip against your gaping hole, pushing back in slowly. Groaning the whole way. Giving you no time to adjust— why would he? You’ve already taken at least two of his loads. You can take another.

Dad that can barely even wait for us to get through the front door. I knew what I was in for so I tried to make a run for my room but couldn't. The moment that front door closed I was on the floor. My panties aren't even halfway down my thighs as he fucks me.

His cock is stretching my poor cunt in ways I should be used to by now. He's desperately fucking into me like he's never been inside. His grunts and moans are loud, obvious to anyone who walks by. If someone does they wouldn't even think he's doing this to his daughter.

He's manhandling me into any position he wants me in on that floor. Cock ramming into me like he's on a time limit. Forcing orgasms out of his poor daughter. Let's out the loudest moan when he slams his cock deep into me a couple final times. Makes sure he paints all of my insides with his cum and keeps fucking it into me. Kissing my forehead and telling me I was good daughter for taking it. Ignoring the fact that we both know I tried to run. Telling me to get up and help put away the groceries we got.