Written 03/98 by N. Trance. COPYRIGHT © 1998 FemDom, Mind Control. "FANCY DRESS" Claudia was lost. Her taxi had dropped her off at the wrong place in town and then sped away before she'd had time to realise her mistake. It was dark and the streets didn't feel safe. The atmosphere was baleful and seedy. There was a pub on the corner but it looked far too rough. There was no way she was going to go in there. Not with the smell of stale sweat, men and spilt beer wafting out as she passed by. She hated those places. They were so repulsive. Lots of horrible common men getting drunk and making idiots of themselves. The type that stick nudie calenders all over their workshop walls. The whole thing was disgusting. She was just about to cross the road for the phone box when she spotted a light on in the back of one of the shops just up ahead. The place was called GLORIA'S, and looked like a fancy dress shop, lots of garish frills and fur, things Claudia wouldn't be seen dead in. Except maybe if she and some of her friends were letting their hair down at a Tarts and Vicars party. She cupped her hand over her eyes and peered in through the window. There was movement in the back so she tapped her freshly manicured nails on the glass. Eventually a woman came to the door. "We're closed." "I realise that. I don't want to buy anything," she scoffed. "I just want directions." Gloria raised an eyebrow and opened the door. "Uh-huh?" "Hello, I'm Claudia," she said. "I'm trying to get to a party. A friend of mine, she's having a bit of a do. But I seem to have got the wrong address." "Yes you have," Gloria said, eying this prim and rather haughty young woman. "I mean the one time I forget my mobile and I end up here. Daddy would have a fit." "Well you're a long way from the yellow brick road, Dorothy," Gloria said dryly. "It's Claudia, but yes, I get your point." "Follow me. I've got a street map in the back." Gloria said. "Thank you." She followed Gloria through to the back. The woman was dressed so badly that Claudia wondered if this place was fancy dress at all. Then suddenly a whiff of Gloria's perfume tickled her chest and started her off on a coughing fit. "Would you like a drink?" Gloria asked, eying the young woman. "Please," Claudia spluttered. After a few moments Gloria came back with a glass of water. "Sorry about that," Claudia said after she'd taken a few sips. "I think it's this place. I have a very sensitive chest and I have an allergy to cheap perfumes." "Where is it you want to go?" Gloria said ignoring the little snide remark. "Oh yes, right. It's called Kensington Place, and it's... it's... Oh how funny." Again Gloria ignored the haughty young woman, and pretended to search the index under K. Stuck-up little rich girl, Gloria thought, thinks she's so superior in her expensive cream silk blouse and long wispy skirt, hair perfectly styled and teased. The most delicate make-up. Gloria made sure her search was slow, flicking back and forth between pages, checking and double checking, then checking again. "I... erm... excuse me... erm..." "Anything the matter, sugar?" Gloria asked, watching her closely. "No it's just..." but Claudia seemed to lose her train of thought again. "Here smell this," Gloria said, uncapping a deep red lipstick and wafting it under her nose." "Oh, that's..." Claudia said, scrunching up her nose. "Sweet and tacky," Gloria suggested. "Yes," Claudia said, her frown slowly changing into a smile. Looking a little glassy-eyed. "Smell it," Gloria insisted. Claudia was forced to smell it again. "Take a deep breath. Now look at it" she said held the lipstick between her thumb and forefinger, just above eye-level. "Look at the lovely red lipstick, my sweet." Claudia watched the lipstick waft in front of her, gently swaying, to and fro, to and fro, suddenly captivated by it's twinkly gold base and its soft rocket-head of bright red wax. She had never seen such a vibrant shade of red, it practically glowed. "Keep your eyes on the lipstick, Claudia, and breathe in that wonderfully cheap scent." "Mmm," Claudia said dreamily. She felt rather tingly all of a sudden, slightly giddy. Gloria watched her contentedly. She hadn't slipped her anything serious, just a little Rohypnol, a mild tasteless and colourless hypnotic designed to heighten her sensations of arousal. It also caused the recipient to drift into a trance and lose about three or four hours of time. Usually Gloria used it to soften her up customers. It made it easier for her suggestions to take effect. It was incredible what people could be cajoled into spending here in her brothel. They could be persuaded to spend an extra five hundred pounds just to see one of her girls smoke a cigarette. Of course Gloria was careful to only con them out of what she knew they could afford to lose. She didn't want to draw attention to her little business here. All she had to do was spike their drinks and wait. Before long they would become docile and pliant. She didn't usually do anything drastic, except when the men became violent; when that happened they tended to end up as slaves for the amusement of the girls. But Gloria was prepared to make an exception for Daddy's girl here. This girl needed to be taught a lesson or two in manners, and she had decided to give her a very special class in etiquette and deportment all of her own. Claudia's eyes were fixed on the cheap lipstick; it seemed to shine like a red beacon, and she was beginning to find the cheap waxy aroma strangely arousing. Slowly, Gloria brought the lipstick closer and closer to Claudia's lips, allowing the smell of it to overwhelm her drug-heightened senses. Claudia breathed in the tacky perfume and practically swooned with desire. "It's such a wonderful smell isn't it, Claudia. So wonderfully cheap and sleazy. Take a deep deep breath, Claudia. Take a deep breath of this wonderful vulgar smell. Continue to breathe in deeply, Claudia. Each time you inhale this scent you will feel its properties transforming you, becoming part of you. With each breath you will go deeper and deeper. Deeper and deeper into your new personality. You are falling under the influence of this lovely cheap, tacky aroma. Breath it in Claudia. That's a good girl. Deep, even breaths. The more you breathe in the more you will want to breathe in. Feel yourself changing. Feel yourself going deeper. Deeper and deeper. Deeper still. Deeper with every breath. Tackier and tackier." "Feeling so relaxed now Claudia. So comfortable, so relaxed. Your limbs are feeling heavy now, your body, your shoulders, your mind. All the little muscles around your eyes becoming more and more relaxed. Your breathing becoming smoother, easier. Each time you inhale you will take in more of that erotic perfume, more of the transforming scent. And now, Claudia, I want you to close your eyes and imagine that you are surrounded by a mist, a deep red mist made up of this beautiful perfume. Close your eyes, Claudia." Claudia did as she was told. Feeling so comfortable, so relaxed. "It's such a wonderful feeling Claudia. You feel wonderful, just wonderful. You know that you must continue to follow my instructions. If you try to resist me this wonderful feeling will disappear and you will be right back where you started, lost, upset and worried about getting home. And you don't want that, do you Claudia?" "No... not... that," she said. Suddenly desperate to get as far from that feeling of being lost as possible. "And you don't want to lose this wonderful sleazy feeling either, do you Claudia?" "No, Gloria." "I know you don't, dear. And I don't want you to lose this feeling either. I want to help you. And I will help you if you allow yourself to relax by obeying my instructions. Do you understand, Claudia?" "I understand." Claudia's voice was flat now, robbed of its natural rhythm. "You are safe here, Claudia. So comfortable, so relaxed." Claudia smiled and felt herself go limp in her chair. Her hand starting to unconsciously caress herself, running her palm round her neck and down over her chest. "I want you to picture the red mist surrounding you now, Claudia. Taking you deeper and deeper. Deeper and deeper. The mist is thickening. It's like a fog now. A heavy red fog that's enveloping you. You are deep inside the fog, Claudia. But you are not troubled by this because you are so comfortable, so relaxed, so happy to be drifting into your new tartish personality. And as you breathe in this red fog you feel the relaxation increase ten times stronger than before. With each breath ten times deeper under its influence. You feel your cheap tartish personality beginning to dominate your mind and body. You feel the old Claudia just slipping away, slipping further and further away. Isn't that right, Claudia?" "Yesss," she said slowly. She could see a picture of herself in her head drifting further and further away, becoming smaller and smaller, losing all sense of meaning. It was a strange unnatural state but she felt so comfortable, so relaxed that she didn't even think to question it. She knew if she tried to resist that this feeling would suddenly evaporate and she would be lost outside again. "Feel the red fog pouring into your lungs, Claudia. Pouring into every fibre of your body. Being taken around your body inside your blood. It is carrying your new personality around with it. Spreading your new personality all round your body. Your whole personality is changing. Feel the transformation from Claudia the little rich girl to Candy the slut. With each breath the transformation is getting one hundred times stronger than before. Almost nothing is left of Claudia now. Even the name Claudia sounds strange to you now, foreign. You are Candy. You feel comfortable with Candy. You respond to Candy. Candy is a cheap sluttish name, so it is much more suitable to you than that silly name Claudia. Claudia is sophisticated and you are certainly not sophisticated are you Candy?" "No Gloooriaaaa," she said. In some vague part of her mind Claudia recognized that she had responded to another name. But it was only slightly troubling. Any worries she had were immediately drowned out by the feeling that Candy was absolutely the right name for her. It felt so good, so right. She was Candy. "It's no longer enough to smell that beautiful lipstick anymore, is it Candy? You want to wear it. You have to wear it. You need to cover those lovely full blow-job lips of yours, Candy. You want to smear it on thick, like a tart. You want everything to know that you are a cheap sleazy little tart. What are you Candy?" "A cheap sleazy little tart," Candy said, beginning to smile indulgently. "A cheap sleazy little tart," Gloria repeated. "Now then Candy, I'm going to count from five down to one, and on the count of one you will wake up. But you will not consciously remember anything of this conversation. You will wake feeling bright and refreshed and it will be as if Claudia never existed. You will have no memories of your life as Claudia. You will be Candy. You have always been Candy - a cheap, vulgar slut. Do you understand me, Candy? Candy the slut?" "Yes Gloria... I... understand." "Good girl. Now then five... four, Candy, drifting upwards... three, closer to the surface, Candy is a slut... two, beginning to waken, Candy has sex for money... one." Candy opened her eyes and smiled Gloria. Unaware of the drastic personality change. Gloria smiled wickedly and said, "You look like you're wearing fancy dress." Candy stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. How strange. She was wearing a cream silk blouse, long flowing skirt and her hair was immaculate. She pulled a face and took out the bobby-pins from her hair and shook it loose so that it fell over her face. The next thing she did was to walk over to the mirror and apply a deep red coating of her favourite lipstick, a tartish red colour that made her feel like a whore, smiling and pouting for the mirror. She ripped off her two hundred pound blouse and flung it on the floor, and then discarded her bra, so plain. She wanted a Wonderbra, she wanted all the boys to ogle her. See how lovely and sexy she was. She wanted them to go hard as she walked passed. She wanted them to salivate over her big tits. "Here Candy," Gloria said smiling and holding up a change of clothes, complete with a red satin Ultrabra. "You read my mind," Candy grinned. Candy took the clothes and changed there in front of Gloria. The older woman looked on, admiring her protege's nubile body, her toned curves. And now that she had finished dressing the transformation really was complete. She was wearing a black skirt with a split up the side, which when she sat down exposed the tops of her laddered stockings, a red satin blouse adorned with large frills around the scooped neckline which gave you an eyeful of her large cantilevered cleavage. Her jewelry was gold and sparkly and tacky and her make-up overdone, way too much eyeliner and much to much cheap red lipstick. As she walked towards Gloria her firm young boobs jiggled enticingly as she clicked along on her red six inch heels. She took a fake fur coat off its hanger and put it on, hugging herself inside it. Her eyes were glassy and blank with lust. She was utterly transformed from the very proper, condescending, young lady who had tapped on her window less than an hour ago. Gloria realised that Candy was still being aroused and transformed by the smell of the lipstick now permanently under her nose, so that each time she breathed in the spell became that bit stronger. Her hypnotic instructions would continue to increase exponentially with each breath. The only way to break the spell was to stop breathing. Claudia would be trapped in the lascivious mind and body of Candy for as long as she reapplied her cheap red lipstick, and she had been instructed to reapply her lipstick continually. So she was trapped inside a circular logic. "How do you feel, Candy?" "Wonderful. Horny as fuck." She was in a world of her own now. "I'll tell you what. Why don't you come with me,"Gloria said with obvious amusement. "There's some men I know who'd get a real kick out of you." "Sounds interesting," Candy smiled wickedly. As they left she pulled a feather boa off from a hanger and wrapped it around her neck. Gloria escorted her new girl round the corner to the pub. The same pub that the old Claudia had avoided like the plague because it was rough and smelly. As they walked in the whole pub wolf-whistled and applauded Candy's entrance. Candy smiled and pulled her blouse down to give them a flash of her firm, sculpted tits. Gloria smiled. She could see that her new girl was going to prove a very profitable addition to her little enterprise. Candy had already gone over to stand with her legs either side of one of the pool pockets, so that the player would be put off by having to aim towards her sweet young pussy. Candy was in her element. THE END