#5: “Falling Asleep to Her Voice”
I don’t usually post personal stuff, but it’s late and I can’t sleep, and I keep replaying what happened last night in my head. Maybe writing it out will help.
I’ve been messing around with hypnosis files for a while, always curious, never fully letting go. Most of the time, I’d listen halfway, then get restless, take the headphones off, and pretend it wasn’t for me. I’d convince myself: you’re too stubborn, you’re not the type that can be hypnotized.
But last night broke that story.
The file I put on wasn’t anything wild. Just a soft-voiced woman repeating phrases about breathing, relaxing, surrendering. I rolled my eyes at first. Then she told me to imagine my thoughts floating away like pink balloons. For some reason, that image stuck. I pictured all the worries, the denial, even the heavy “manly” armor I wear every day, just drifting out of reach.
And then it happened. My body started buzzing. My limbs were heavy but my mind felt light, like I was halfway between a dream and being awake. I swear I felt her words wrapping around me, not like commands, but like a blanket.
“Good girl.”
Two words. That’s all it took.
It was like the ground gave out under me. My chest tightened, my eyes stung, and I whispered it back without thinking. Good girl. My voice cracked like it had been waiting years to say it.
The rest of the session blurred. She told me to picture myself brushing long hair in a mirror, smiling shyly, adjusting my dress. I could see it. Not like a fantasy, but like a memory I hadn’t lived yet. It was so vivid that my body reacted, I felt my thighs clench, my breath quicken, a heat spreading low in my belly.
When the file ended, I didn’t want to move. I just lay there, hand pressed over my heart, tears running down the sides of my face into my pillow. Not from sadness, but from release. I finally stopped fighting.
I realized something important: hypnosis didn’t make me into something I wasn’t. It let me be what I’d always been underneath. The part of me that giggles at the word sissy, that blushes when called pretty, that secretly aches to be soft and small, that part finally got to breathe.
I fell asleep with her voice still echoing in my head, and I woke up this morning feeling lighter. Not fixed, not finished, but… real. Like I’d taken one honest step toward myself.
So yeah. I guess this is my late-night confession. Hypno works. Maybe not like magic, not like brainwashing, but like unlocking. And once the door opens, you don’t want to shut it again.
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