Sissy Town Pt. 02

It wasn't until I got home and lay in bed that I realized how crazy it was that had just happened. I hypnotized the whole town with an impromptu plan I came up with in one night. Or in two hours... at most three. And it seemed to have actually worked.

Even though I hadn't slept all night and I had just experienced the most intense orgasm I had in a long time, I couldn't bring myself into asleep. I thought about what had just happened, and then about everything I had done last night, and I realized that the more I thought about it, I was only getting more excited.

Alright. I admit that I was just messing around being funny when designing the hypnosis suggestions. I never thought it would really work. Hypnosis should be a method of in consultations or therapies, and it should definitely not be something that can change people's perceptions of things, such as in performances or urban legends -- or what in the book Chrissiy gave me or I experienced today. But the fact is right in front of me. I can't deny it. I can only try to convince myself that it all makes sense.

My hypnotic suggestions said that this town was "Sissy Town". All the residents in this town would be affected. I replaced the concept of "masculinity" with effeminacy. It would first affect how people think about themselves. The worship of masculinity would turn into the pursuit of femininity. All those who identify as male would identify as sissy. Men would also become more accepting of other sissies. In addition, another important idea was openness and acceptance of sex. All sissies would be bisexual and should love and indulge in feminine sex. Everyone of this town would become nymphomaniacs and dressing and behaving in an erotic and lascivious manner would have become the default value of society. But masculinity was not the new taboo: men from outside the town (because there would be no men left in the town) would also be sought after by sissies.

I also had a set of trigger keywords. When residents in this town heard someone say these keywords, the above settings would then be triggered, but they would ignore the keywords themselves. The command of the person who said the keywords when one were triggered would be the absolute truth to them. The effect of being hypnotically triggered would disappear if the person who said the keyword leaves, and they hypnotized would not remember what happened during being triggered. Of course, hearing the keywords repeatedly would not cause any additional effect. They would just ignore it again. When someone hypnotized was not triggered, they would unconsciously make preparations in accordance with the settings, but would use "normal" actions to cover up and rationalize all their preparations. Like, for example, Charlie wore the sissy sheriff "uniform" under his normal clothes and shaves all his body hair, but he kept his facial hair. I imagine when Charlie "woke up" from his triggered hypnosis, he should be able to see his smooth body in the sissy uniform, but he would not think anything was wrong and would put on his "normal" clothes just like the sissy uniform wasn't there. Conversely, people who had not been triggered by hypnosis would not think that there was anything wrong with those who had been triggered. They would just act normal, unless they knew about the hypnosis. The triggering keywords are "Sissy Banana Plane". Don't laugh. To prevent things from accidentally getting weird, the keywords should of course be a combination of words that would not appear in normal conversations. Just like setting a high complexity password. I'm glad that I was still clear-headed when setting the keywords, even if I didn't believe it would work.

I would admit that these settings might be a bit imprecise, but this was indeed something I came up with in just two hours. Do you remember Charlie saying that the "rules of law enforcement" required him not to satisfy himself when it came to "forced collection"? That was the amazing thing about the human brain. It would help you complete the parts that were not strictly defined, not covered, or somehow conflicted. But if you were to ask me what would happen if two hypnotized people "completed the setting" in different ways in their mind, I could only say that I had absolutely no idea. But I really wanted to find out. Don't you?

After tossing and turning in bed for four hours, I still couldn't fall asleep. I had to get out to find something to eat. It was already noon and I was wandering aimlessly around the town. Without thinking, I pushed open the door of a restaurant. The doorbell rang. I immediately regretted it. This is a typical American diner. I know the owner. He could only make American breakfast: scrambled eggs, sausage, fries, maple pancakes, etc., and it would be very mediocre. But he was good at annoying me. Just like Charlie, he thought I was "not masculine enough." But in a town like ours, there are only a few boring restaurants like this, without the rich menus of foods from everywhere like in the big cities, and without more tolerant and open minded operators. But because there was no competition, it could still open its door.

There were two or three customers in the store. Just as I was about to turn around and leave, I was stopped. "What would you like to order?" I heard the owner's voice, recognized from deep in my memory.

I turned my head and was recognized by him immediately. "Joey! Long time no see! How's life in the big city?" He was still the same, hadn't changed at all. A tall, thin white man in his late thirties, with a head of messy brown curly hair but no beard. He was wearing a light-colored T-shirt and slightly faded overalls, standing behind the bar with his shoulders tilted. "Come, sit here." He pointed to the seat in front of the bar.

I had no choice but to walk back and answer him perfunctorily. "Ah, okay, it's okay." Just order something to eat and leave quickly. I thought to myself.

"Haha. We don't have many college students like you getting out of the town." The owner's name was Darren Dicks. "Even if someone go to school, they are gonna stay in the state." That's natural. They wouldn't have the motivation I had to escape from here.

I could only smile. "Give me a cup of coffee. I'd like some scrambled eggs, a sausage and some fries." I didn't need to look at the menu. No one in town would need it.

"No problem," Darren replied, and got to work. "Are the big cities like what they say in the news, with streets full of the homeless and sissies?" I didn't expect to get into such a topic in three sentences. I shook my head.

"Uh..." I didn't even know how to refute for a moment.

"Hahaha, I hope you haven't become something like that! I remember you didn't really like hanging out with the boys before." Darren didn't seem to be stop talking.

I closed my eyes and yelled, "Sissy Banana Plane!" Everyone in the room seemed to stop talking for a second. Despite my experience with Charlie, I still couldn't guarantee that hypnosis was effective. I prayed a little that the people in the room would not take me as a fool or a lunatic, and then opened my eyes.

Darren was also stunned for a second, then he continued: "You should do more masculine things."

Fuck. It didn't work! "Okay?" I looked up. Darren's gesture seemed to have subtly changed. "Masculine things?" I asked tentatively.

"That's right. Like cooking," he pointed to the kitchenware in front of him. "You know, it takes skills like this to become a good sissy like me." I stifled a laugh. It worked just fine.

"How else are you going to make a nice meal for your lover?" Darren held his face in one hand and rested his elbow on the bar. "Like a handsome boy like you?" He smiled at me. "Oh my god, it's hot in this kitchen." He took off the straps of his overalls, then ripped off his T-shirt with one hand, tossing it casually on a chair, and continued cooking.

Darren wore a white lace corset underneath his T-shirt. So that was why he looked thinner than I remembered.

"Of course. You're wearing so many clothes." I teased him.

"LOL," he giggled, instead of the "hearty laugh" before. "I'm so silly."

I looked at the scene in front of me and a victorious smile appeared on my face.

Darren skillfully poured the fries into the fryer, then placed the scrambled eggs and a sausage on the pan. A sizzling sound coming from his side.

"I'll give you a pancake for free. I know you like sweet things." Before I could answer, he nimbly walked through the kitchen and went into the back room. I really had no appetite, but I didn't know what to do since I missed the chance to refuse.

I guess I just had to let him do it.

When Darren returned, his overalls were gone, and replaced by... well, nothing. Only then did I see that his corset was actually a bodysuit, with garters underneath. But anything below the garter was blocked by the counter.

"How about it? Do you like the view?" Darren asked me. I looked up and was surprised to find that he was wearing a blue matte lip gloss and eye shadow in the same color. He seemed to also had put on mascara. His eyes were full of something sparkling. Anyway, the Darren above the counter, if I didn't know he was Darren, wouldn't be considered by me as a man at all.

"You're so pretty," I complimented.

"And you're so sweet." He walked over with a big smile and kissed me on the cheek across the bar. His height is his advantage.

I could see that there was actually a large gap between his corset and his flat chest. If he were a woman, this posture would have revealed her cleavage. Then he turned around and continued working on something. I then discovered that his jumpsuit actually had a zipper at the crotch. He unzipped the back half, exposing his butt crack. The other half of his butt cheek that was exposed outside the jumpsuit was slightly red. The same shade of red that was worn on his cheeks. Did he put blush on those cheeks too?

Just as I was wondering, Darren brought the food over. Scrambled eggs, fries, and a sausage. Then he brought over the pancakes, but there was no syrup on them.

"Which syrup would you like? Regular maple syrup, or the most popular one of my secret recipe?" He gave me a mysterious smile.

"The most popular...?" I didn't understand what he meant.

"Oh -- you little rascal. Have you forgotten your hometown after living in a big city?" Darren put the pancakes on the counter, then stood with his arms akimbo and looked at me with a pout. Then he reached down to his groin and unzipped it further. His semi-hard cock popped out of his white jumpsuit. Only then did I notice a small, light water stain on his jumpsuit.

Darren took his hand around his cock and started stroking it slowly. "Big Sister Darina's Secret Syrup, the best sissy syrup in town."

His cock slowly hardened. It was about seven inches long. I couldn't help swallowing.

"I know you like it too," Darren looked into my eyes suggestively. It was the first time I noticed that his eyes were silver.

Darren continued to jerk his cock by a dramatic gesture with his long fingers. I had only seen women in adult movies stroking a dick with that kind of gesture. He gradually increased his speed and picked up a small cup of syrup next to him. He poured the syrup over his cock and it dripped onto the plate of pancakes on the counter below. I looked at this extremely lewd scene in front of me, and then I saw his cum shot down mixed with syrup on the pancakes. Finally, the white, transparent cum is mixed with the brown maple syrup. At least their thicknesses matched. His cock was trembling slightly in the air, and the remaining thick cum and syrup were still dripping slowly.

"Don't you want to help me clean it up?" He pointed -- actually pointed at me with his syrup-covered cock.

"Of course." I smiled and leaned over, licked his cock, then swallowed half of it in my mouth and sucked it hard a couple of times. Although I have tasted the salty of cum and the sweet of syrup separately, I didn't expect that they tasted so good together. I heard a soft moan coming from above.

I let go of his cock and sat back down. Darren looked at me and smiled. "I'm so lucky to have a handsome boy like you to help me clean the cookwares." He licked his hands covered with syrup and semen greedily. "Now eat. You must be hungry." He put the plate of pancakes in front of me. "Let me make you a latte art." He winked at me and walked towards the kitchen door holding a coffee cup. His big hard cock swung in front of him with every step he took.

I started eating with big mouthfuls. The taste was actually much better than I remembered. I mean the "normal" part of the meal. Could it be that hypnosis had also improved his cooking skills? As for the cum syrup pancakes -- well, even in the "open" big cities there's nowhere to buy them. But there's a first for everything, I guess.

Then I heard moans coming from the kitchen, getting louder and louder. I guess it was Darren making me the "latte art" in the back. I looked up, but saw Darren standing at the door to the back. His ass was pressed against the wall. His one hand is caressing his chest, and the other holding the coffee cup in front of his cock. I suppose I could guess what was between his butt and the wall.

As I ate the food, I enjoyed watching this brown-haired, blue-lipsticked sissy beauty fuck himself with a dildo on the wall. The moan seemed to be filling up the entire room. I turned around and realized that several other people sitting in the restaurant had also taken off their original clothes at some point and were doing various things that made them moan. A man at a table alone, wearing a crotchless crimson bikini, was sticking his ass out his chair and licking a sausage on his fork -- obviously not the kind of licking and sucking you would do to a sausage. His other hand was inside his bikini panties, and it seemed that he was originally playing with the front, but was gradually moving below his crotch and reaching behind him in a very flexible way. There was also a table where a man and a woman were sitting side by side and kissing each other. The woman was teasing the man's buttocks with her fingers through his panties, while the man was fondling the woman's breasts. It seemed that hypnosis worked just as well on women.

Then I heard a scream of orgasm from Darren. Looks like my "Big Sister Darina's Coffee" was ready as well.

I finished my lunch and had the coffee. Darren came out from the counter to clean things up. He leaned close toward me, and the scent of makeup wafted towards me as well. "How do you want to pay? Cash, credit card, or cum?" I saw him pointing to his backside. I thought I knew what it meant.

"Cash is fine." Although tempting, I'll wait until next time. I think.

An obvious disappointment shows up on Darren's face, "You used to like paying with cum the most." It seemed that hypnosis could also correct people's memory? "The big city has corrupted you!"

"I love your cooking. I'll tip," I replied.

"Alright, little Joey. But you must use cum next time!" He patted me and walked back to the kitchen. Only then did I notice that he was wearing white stockings and white high-heeled sandals below his garters. I also saw that his toes were painted with red nail polish, the color was so bright that you could see it through his stockings. I laughed to myself. The hypnosis was a little too successful.

I put the bill and tip on the table and walked out of the restaurant. The doorbell rang.