Be Careful if You Talk in Your Sleep

Be Careful if You Talk in Your Sleep
By Apache1201
Well, I didn’t expect my life to take me, shake me up, pretty much rearrange everything I had ever done to create my carefully created shell that hid my ‘dirty little secret’, and send me spiraling down a whole different path than the one I had chosen for myself. Yet, here I sit, a mere shadow of my former self, literally. I don’t even know how it happened, but in hindsight, I should have been more careful about my secret ‘hobby’.
It all started when I was just a young boy. I knew that there was something about me that was just different from all my friends. While they liked playing with G.I. Joe and Big Jim, I preferred playing with Barbie and Brandy. I just found their shape and clothing so much more attractive and appealing, and I would imagine myself as those dolls, getting all dressed up, wearing high heels and short skirts, big breasts making my sweater or t-shirt cling like a second skin. It was amazing.
This feeling followed me all through high school, and I was able to put a name to my feelings; I was a secret crossdresser! Oh, I hadn’t gotten all dressed up, nor did any of my friends and classmates know, and that was pretty hard to keep secret, especially since I went to boarding school and had 2 roommates. I succeeded in not telling anyone, and even made it through 8 years in the military without anyone finding out.
Eventually, I got married, but didn’t tell my wife about my secret feelings and desires. What I did do was surf the internet after she went to bed. On one of these surfing sessions I discovered the wonderful world of hypnotism on the WMM website. I downloaded a lot of the files that dealt with crossdressing, and included some that claimed they would cause breast growth on my male body. Oh, I couldn’t wait. I downloaded these files to my mp3 player and listened to them every chance I got; on the bus into work, on my lunch break, on the bus home, surfing the internet in the evenings, and eventually to bed, so I could hope to get the effects of the files while I was sleeping as well.
As it turned out, I also started talking in my sleep, responding to the suggestions in the files. I guess that one night I was talking so loudly that I woke my wife. Instead of nudging me to make me stop, she listened to what I was saying, and developed her plan to change our marriage forever.
Little did I know that she had long had the desire to have an affair, but she didn’t want to risk our marriage. What was the best way to keep her husband and still be able to do as she pleased? Simple; just change the equation. She was able to get one of her friends to create some custom subliminal files for her, and combine those with some of my favorite music and files. Since I listened to my mp3 as often as I could, I was constantly being subjected to not only my files, but also to those that my wife had secretly added.
I didn’t even notice the subtle changes that were taking place. I don’t remember when I told her that I had decided that I didn’t like the materials that men’s underwear was made of, and if she didn’t get some nice soft women’s panties, that I would have to go without underwear altogether. Surprisingly, she was fine with that, and even took me to the mall that same afternoon and helped me pick out some nice feminine underwear. I was in heaven. I felt that since this had been so easy that I should have said something a long time ago. I continued to wear the panties, and my mp3 player was never far from my side.
Over the course of the next several weeks, my wife kept asking me if I was feeling okay, that I looked pale or unwell. I kept telling her I was fine, but she insisted that I start taking vitamins to help me get the proper vitamins and minerals that I needed. I agreed. Almost immediately, I noticed some slight changes, although I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. It was kind of like seeing a very faint light out of the corner of your eye, but when you look in the direction where you thought you saw it, it wasn’t there.
I just kept listening to my files, enjoying how they made me feel; all warm and soft inside. I enjoyed looking through some of the women’s magazines, wondering what I would look like in that pantsuit or if I could find a nice pair of jeans to show off my sexy butt. I had noticed that there were some changes taking place; my butt was getting a little rounder and my waist seemed to a little higher than it had been a few weeks ago. I attributed it all to the hypnosis files that were helping me with my secret crossdressing desires. I was surprised that my wife hadn’t said anything to me about the changes, and I hoped that she hadn’t noticed because I didn’t want to stop listening.
I kept taking the vitamins that she prepared for me every week, and every week I kept feeling that things were changing more than I could recognize, but I just passed it off as my special little secret. My thoughts became more feminine in nature, and I caught myself thinking of things that I had never thought about before. I started noticing that my chest was softer than it had been, and my nipples had taken on a darker hue, and, were they really getting bigger? It was what I hoped for. I was finally getting those nice feminine-looking nipples that I had wanted since I was a small girl…er..boy. Where did that errant thought come from? Oh well, whatever. It was just what I wanted. I even caught myself hoping that they would become nice and large, protruding when I was aroused, and sensitive when they were touched. I didn’t even think that this could be anything other than the hypnosis files, and was secretly happy that all this was happening and my wife hadn’t noticed a thing.
Well, time passed, and I kept listening to the files and taking the vitamins, eating the meals that my wife prepared for me, and enjoying the changes that were taking place. I didn’t realize that there were a lot more changes than I had noticed, all due to those special subliminal files that my wife had secretly added to my listening pleasure.
Where I saw some small changes in my nipples, butt, and waist, others were noticing the small, firm, growing mounds on my chest, the slightly narrower waist that was accented by the wider hips and rounded butt, the slight change in my mannerisms and body language, and the new clothes that I was wearing to work. The buttons were on the wrong side for a man’s shirt, but that now seemed normal to me. The pants now had pleats in the front, where before there were none, and there were no pockets on the backs of any of my dress pants that I wore to work. They also didn’t touch the tops of my slip-on shoes with the 1 ½ inch heels. My fingernails were manicured and sported a nice rounded shape. They were done in a French manicure style, and were very noticeable to everyone except me. Isn’t hypnosis a wonderful thing? My hair was getting longer, and I had decided to see what it would look like in a perm with some highlights. I was still convinced that my wife was unaware of my changes, since they were only minor ones to me, since I didn’t see the complete picture. I never would have noticed had I not added some new files to my collection. Among them was a file that would remove all the previous influences that I had willingly subjected myself to, or so I thought.
After listening to the ‘Undo’ file, I immediately noticed that the few changes I had thought I had undergone were not even close to what I saw when I looked in the mirror! My hair was much longer than I had ever worn it, hanging down over my shoulders. It had been permed and highlighted, and was done in a definite feminine style. Oh, I really liked it, so not all of the conditioning of the subliminal files was gone; I had lost just enough to notice the changes. My breasts were now very noticeable. When I took off my shirt I saw that the nipples were dark brown and were almost as thick as my little manicured finger. The areolas were dark brown as well, and had grown from the nickel size that they were before to be almost the diameter of a half-dollar. Seeing my breasts and nipples in the mirror aroused me, and I felt a familiar stirring in my nether regions, so I had to see what was going on down there. I undressed completely and took a closer look. I noticed right away that there was almost no hair left down there, only a small landing strip. The stirring was only a fraction of what it had been several months ago, and the two companions that hang around down there were about the size of very small grapes. Again, although I noticed the changes, I was not alarmed or scared. This had, after all, been what I had wanted all this time… wait, there was that odd thought again. Where did that come from? Sure, I liked the look of that person in the mirror. The legs were long and shapely, and completely hairless, as was my butt and my chest. My arms had lost some of their muscle mass, and were long and slender as well. My toes were painted to match my fingernails, and I had tan lines!!! It was hard to miss the little triangular shapes of pale skin over the nipples of each breast. To sum it up, I wasn’t the prettiest woman I had ever seen, but I was rather attractive.
Just then, the door opened and my wife came in. She saw me standing naked in front of the mirror, and simply said, “How do you like the new you? I heard you were into this sort of thing, and I thought I would help you get to where you wanted to go.” I was stunned. I asked her how she had come to that conclusion, and she simply said, “Sweetheart, I heard you talking in your sleep. All you kept saying was that you wanted to have nice breasts and that you wanted to see what it was like to be a girl. All I did was give you what you yourself asked for. The reason I didn’t say anything to you is that you would never have admitted it while you were aware of what was going on. I talked to a friend of mine and she was able to make subliminal recordings for me that would relax you and let you release your inner self. The changes were done on a subconscious level, and the really noticeable changes were made with those ‘vitamins’ that you have been taking for the past 10 months. The reason you didn’t notice them is that the subliminal suggestions were also controlling your conscious thoughts and actions.”
I was flabbergasted, to say the least. Here I had thought my wife was completely unaware of what had been going on, and instead, she was the one that had brought about all the changes. I didn’t know how to respond, but she continued speaking.
“Now that you can see for yourself that you really aren’t a “man” any longer, it is only fair that I have to take a lover. I know you’ll agree that I can’t just stop having sex, and you aren’t in any condition to satisfy me any longer. I have constantly measured your growth and size, and hope you are happy with a 42B-31-38 figure. Of course, I also measured you where it matters to me most, and you have lost almost 2 inches in length, and you aren’t any bigger around now than a thumb. That won’t satisfy my needs, so I have already taken a lover, and give you permission to find a lover for yourself as well. I know that this whole transformation is a bit of a shock to you, but you brought this upon yourself by listening to your feminization files in your sleep.’
I am now truly happy, but I don’t know if that feeling is a genuine one that I feel, or if it is another subliminal file. I am still listening to my mp3, but now that I actually have the body that I had always only seen in my hypnotic trances, the feminization files are only used to reinforce what they had originally created.
All I can leave you with is this: Be careful if you talk in your sleep!