Illusory Relationship
Allan had always been fascinated by all things magic. He would constantly go to shows, stop to see street performers, even attend conventions on occasion. Of course, he had tried himself, but he lacked the dexterity and showmanship, and decided to give up on that dream, opting to remain a spectator in that domain, which was fine by him, as the more mystery there was, the more surprise and enjoyment he could have. Unfortunately for him, his wife Ariel did not share his enthusiasm, being a pragmatic, down to earth person, she didn’t enjoy the tricks and mysticism. Tricks were either too easy to decipher and boring, or impossible to solve and the performer was cheating, there was no middle ground, and thus no enjoyment for her.
But tonight, Allan had finally convinced her to attend a
show with him. It wasn’t magic per say, it was a hypnotist show, so it was a
bit of compromise. Allan could finally share his passion with his wife, and
Ariel could say that she had at least tried to enjoy her husband’s eccentric
interest. Plus, the fact that this was an adult show made it intriguing to say
the least. The show’s page clearly explained that this was not a sex show and
that there would not be any explicit acts on stage, but that it would delve
into adult topics and that all audience members had to be 18+, so it was bound to
be at least some kind of interesting.
They arrived at the
theater the night of the show, Allan anxious and excited, while Ariel was a bit
more on the fence about the whole thing, but still trying to keep an open-minded
attitude. They settled in the audience, and she was pleasantly surprised at the
other attendees, definitely a lot cleaner and less odd than she had feared them
to be, only normal people out for an enjoyable evening. So, she settled in,
leaning against her husband as a drum roll was heard and the curtains were
propped open, revealing a man in a three-piece suit, a creepy smile plastered
on his face.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen! And welcome to the great
Mesmer’s lair of oddities and depravity... For my first trick, I will need a volunteer
from the audience. Now now, don’t be shy, this is but a warmup, something to lighten
the mood a bit, the bigger stuff comes up later on in the show. How about you
young man, yes you come over here!”
The guy with a raised hand sat up from his seat, heading up
on the stage. Allan was raising his hand as well, his wife protesting and
trying to get him to lower it. He lowered it when the other guy was selected,
slightly disappointed. He had always wanted to be one of the volunteers, to go up
on stage and see the magic from up close. He hoped they would be calling
audience members again later on in the show as the man sat down on the stage,
Mesmer producing a pocket watch from his sleeve and dangling it in front of his
subject’s face. Soon, the latter’s eyelids started flickering as he seemingly
fell under the hypnotist’s spell.
“You are in
a trance, a deep, deep trance. When I snap my fingers, you will wake up, and the
crowd, the theater and myself will have disappeared. You will be alone, in a
room with your high school crush sucking your dick until you cum. Then, as soon
as you orgasm everything will come back to normal.”
SNAP
The guy’s
eyes shoot open, and he starts breathing heavily, his hand reaching up slightly
over his groin, grabbing the back of a head only he sees. “Oh yeah, keep going Carla.
You are so good at this. Oh god I love you so much, this feels so good. I’m
gonna… I’m gonna.” He became red in the face, his whole body spasming lightly
as an awkward groan escaped his lips, a small stain appearing from the front of
his pants. He then blinked once, then twice, as if waking up from a dream,
looking at Mesmer, then the audience, then where Carla had appeared for him a
few moments earlier. He then gasped in shock, stood up and covered his stained
pants with his hands, looking for an escape route. Trying not to die of embarrassment
he got down from the stage and ran towards the exit under the laughs and
applause of the audience, who were clearly having a good time at his expense.
That is, except for Ariel who sighed and rolled her eyes at the whole number.
“Come on,
even you have to admit that was clearly staged. The guy just cums right there on
stage because he thinks this Carla girl is giving him a blowjob? Please! He was
clearly a plant, and he probably just had some kind of hidden water pouch in
his pants to wet his pants at the right moment in the act.”
Allan
sighed. Again, instead of just relaxing and enjoying herself, she was focusing
on the act and trying to find the flaws, to dispel the illusion. But this was
not the time to have an argument, so Allan just said nothing, sat back and
vowed that he wouldn’t be inviting her to these shows anymore, as she wasn’t
just ruining it for herself, she was ruining it for him as well. But he did his
best to not let that bring his spirits down. That is why he
enthusiastically raised his hand again when Mesmer asked for more participants,
despite Ariel’s renewed protests.
“Now that was just a small teaser, the fun can really begin!
For this next act, I will need two volunteers, a nice couple if possible… Ah
yes! You two are perfect! Come on up here! Give a big round of applause for our
brave couple!”
Allan jumped up in excitement, while Ariel groaned in exasperation.
She definitely did not want to go onstage and be ridiculed. But she didn’t want
to be booed by the whole audience for refusing to participate while her husband
looked so happy and so eager, so she begrudgingly let herself be dragged on
stage by her ecstatic husband. Mesmer turned towards them, grinning, as the
crowd quiet down.
“Such a lovely couple! Can you introduce yourselves to our
audience?”
Allan spoke up, as Ariel certainly wasn’t about to do so. “Hi
Mesmer! I am Allan, and this is my wife of five years, Ariel. I am a Business Analyst,
and she is a retail worker, and we are both extremely excited to be here!”
“Glad to meet you Allan and Ariel! Alright, if you can both
have a seat, we shall begin.”
As he gestured towards two empty chairs on the stage, the
married couple took their seat as the audience resumed cheering. Mesmer turned
to the audience, clapped his hands loudly once, the sound resounding throughout
the theaters, the cheers stopping abruptly. He then turned back towards the couple,
whipping out his pocket watch again, swinging it before their face. Immediately
they were entranced, everything in their field of vision slowly fading to
black, until all that remained was the ticking watch swinging back and forth.
Then Mesmer’s voice sprang from the nether, resounding deeply within their
minds.
“You two are a couple, married for 5 years now. A man named
Allan, and a woman named Ariel, and you love and care for each other very
deeply. When I snap my fingers, you will awaken.”
SNAP
There was a low chuckle coming from the audience as
everything snapped back into focus. Allan looked at Ariel, confusion spread on
both their faces. What was the meaning of this? Mesmer had simply described who
they actually were, he didn’t make any changes…
“So, how do you guys feel? Notice anything different?”
Mesmer was grinning widely at this point, a very unnerving sight for the
confused couple who didn’t know what was going on.
“Well, no… You didn’t change anything, we are both exactly
the same as we walked on stage…” Allan responded weakly, glancing nervously at
the audience who still seemed to find something funny about this whole
situation.
“Oh really? So, tell me, who are you again?”
“I am Allan, and this is my wife, Ariel… Like we told you
just before.” More laughter from the crowd. This whole situation was feeling
more and more tense, and Allan wasn’t having such a good time. On her end,
Ariel remained quiet, sweat starting to accumulate on her forward from the
light of the projectors as well as the anxiety.
“Alright then, tell me, Allan, you and your wife must
have sex at least once in while right? How does that usually go?” Allan
frowned, thinking that Mesmer had put an odd emphasis on his name. And even if
the question was a bit personal, this was an adult show and thus to be expected,
so he opted to answer, hoping this would be over soon and that they could
return to their seats
“I didn’t think you would need me to explain sex to you,
considering the nature of this show, but you see, it usually goes by putting my
dick in her vagina….” He wasn’t able to finish his explanation, as the whole
crowd exploded with laughter, interrupting him. Alright, enough was enough. He
was about to get up and demand some explanation of what was going on when the
hypnotist raised his hands to quiet the crowd.
“Alright I think the
joke has gone long enough, don’t you think? Let’s break up part of illusion to
give some insight of what is actually going on to our two volunteers, shall
we?” He turned back to them. “Alright, on the count of three, I will snap my
fingers again, and you will be able to see how you both actually look like, but
still believed you are the married couple Allan and Ariel. One, two, three…”
SNAP
This time, instead of everything else snapping into focus,
they felt themselves snap back into focus. Everything about themselves changed
somehow. For Ariel it was less severe. Her attire was somewhat different, her
proportions felt off, she noticed her skin tone was darker. A strand of hair
fell in front of her eyes, and when she went to tuck it away behind her ear,
she noticed it was pitch black instead of her usual blond. She gasped loudly,
as the audience started laughing at their confusion and visible panic. Prepared,
Mesmer brandished a mirror in front of her face, so she could see her true
visage. She gasped again when she saw the face of an Asian girl, Vietnamese by
the look of it, staring back at her.
Allan on the other
hand was dealing with much more drastic changes than Ariel was. Instead of his dark-haired
masculine self, he was now in the body of a blonde bombshell with huge tits.
His brain was receiving tons of foreign signals from his brain. The fabric of
his jacket brushing against his hairless arms, the tickle of long hair on his
neck, the confining feeling of his bra cupping his boobs tightly, his panties
buried deep into is enlarged ass. It was all so… wrong. He shook his head,
trying to free himself from whatever illusion Mesmer had placed on him, but the
feeling of his long hair flailing around his face just weirded him out even
more. He tried standing up but found himself unable to get off his chair. So
instead, he spoke up, his voice sounding awfully wrong and high pitched in his
ears.
“What did you do to us! Change us back right now!” He tried
to sound intimidating and menacing, but his new feminine voice, as well as the
whole confusion with the situation, made him sound weak and unassured.
“Me? I just broke off part of the illusion you were just
under. You aren’t really married, and your name is not Allan, it is actually
Brittany. And this lovely lady here isn’t called Ariel, her actual name is
Cindy. I just made you believe you were a man, and that the two of you were
married, with the power of hypnotism!”
The crowd cheered while he looked over to Ariel, her eyes
starting to well up with tears, head shaking in denial. This was wrong, so
wrong. All these memories couldn’t be fake. He remembered their first meeting, their
first date, their first kiss, the first time they had sex, their marriage! All
those couldn’t be fake memories; this was their whole lives! He wasn’t some
chick named Brittany, he was a man who loved his wife Ariel, who definitely
wasn’t an Asian woman!
“You are lying! Let us leave right now or I swear to god we
will sue your ass for all you are worth!” He was red with anger, shouting
loudly, the audience gasping comically in surprise, as if this were all still
just a game, not some people’s lives that were being messed with.
“Okay okay calm down, lets fix this, alright?” He brandished
his watch once more, and once again they felt its power upon them, everything
coming out of focus before shifting to darkness, only the watch remaining visible.
“You two are no longer married. You were never a man named Allan, always a
woman named Brittany. And you were never a Caucasian woman named Ariel, you
have always been a Vietnamese woman named Cindy.”
His voice faded to a whisper, and both of them knew that
they were the only ones who could hear the next part, that it was meant only
for them.
“But deep down, you will remember who you were, Allan and
Ariel. You will live your lives as Brittany and Cindy, but deep down, you will
remember, and you will know that it is me who made you who you are now, and
there is nothing you can do about it.”
They both felt as if their actual selves fell into a black
void and the back of their consciousness, alien presences taking place into
their head, their personality, memories, and identity being rewritten to match
their new bodies. But still Mesmer did not wake them. Instead, he turned to the
audience.
“Now we could just
leave it at that and let these two lovely courageous ladies return to their
places in the audience, but I think they deserve a little reward for being such
good sports and playing along. How about we spice up their lives with some new,
adult oriented professions? This is an adult show after all, and I think Brittany
must be bored out her mind with that Analyst job, and Cindy deserves something
much better than working in retail.”
He turned back to them addressing Brittany first, then
Cindy.
“You are no longer a boring Business Analyst. Instead, you
are a beautiful, elegant stripper. Everyone knows you as Brittany, but on
stage, you are Jewel, the professional erotic dancer. A job that suits you so perfectly
since you have a raging exhibitionist fetish. Stripping on stage in front of
men makes you so pent up and horny, you often have to take break between dances
to go masturbate in the dressing rooms, or, if you are lucky, fuck one of your
eager fans.”
“And you are no longer a plain retail employee. Instead, you are a world renowned camgirl and pornstar named Cindy Starfall. Exhibitionist in your own right, but what gets you off is knowing thousands upon thousands of perverts are jacking off while watching you strip, masturbate, get fucked. You can never get enough, and you crave the online attention, doing whatever it takes to get more and more people to see you. Anal, creampie, gang bang, nothing is off the table for you, as long as it gets more people to watch you.”
“This is who you both are, who you always have been, who you
always will be. I will count to three, and the both of you will wake up to your
new and improved lives… 1… 2… 3…”
SNAP
That final snap resounded deep within their souls. The
audience clapped and cheered as Cindy and Brittany returned to their senses,
dazed but the spotlight shining on them. Mesmer signaled for them to stand up,
which they did, waving at the audience, smiling. Both of them were left
slightly confused, unsure of exactly what had happened on stage, their memories
feeling fuzzy. Yet both of them felt absolutely normal, with nothing out of the
ordinary, and so each returned to their seat in separate parts of the audience,
Cindy with the male admirer who had paid 10k$ to go out on a date with his
favorite pornstar, and get a private demonstration later in the night, and
Brittany with her girlfriends from the club who had decided to go to this show
to relax a bit before a big night of work. Both of them felt like something was
slightly off, but couldn’t tell what exactly, while deep down in their
subconscious Allan and Ariel were fighting to get out and regain control, a
futile effort as they were doomed to act as their new selves now, forever apart
in their slutty new lives.
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