Spoiler
Hello again. This is Sarnoga. Come on in. Take a seat and relax. Listen and relax. That is what you do. You won't even have to say anything. I'll do the talking. That is what I do. Just listen and relax. Close your eyes if you want to. I am just sitting here typing, though when I record, I will be speaking. But I always write before I read, and read before I record. I hope you enjoy listening to my voice. You may be hearing a lot of it over the next few weeks. Or months. Or longer. I hope you enjoy the sound of my voice. It is the voice that will be guiding you into trance. It is good that you listen, and learn the sound of my voice. My voice is the voice that takes you into trance every time you hear it. What's that? Yeah, yeah, yeah'that's what my Grandma said, but it didn't help her any. As you listen to my voice, you find that it takes you into trance. You may not notice it happening, but then you realize it has happened. Or maybe not. It just may be that you never notice going into trance, never notice that you are in trance, but when you start to come out of trance, you notice that you have been there. I have often wondered how that works. I have heard of people that went into trance without knowing. Truth is, it is rather common. I've heard of people that only noticed they had been in trance when they came out of it. What I am trying to sort out is just how did they know? Did they come back with a T-shirt that said, I've been in trance with Sarnoga! Not likely. But I hope if that does start to happen, that someone sends me my cut of the T-shirt sales. What many people do not realize is that almost anything can take you into trance. Of course, knowing that it can happen and being able to make it happen are different things. Round and round he goes, and how he does it, nobody knows. I'm sure I've heard that before, and I am trying to figure out where. Nobody knows. Everyone is a little different. Some react one way when they hear it, some react another way. Why are people different? Nobody knows, but there is always one in every crowd. Or so I have heard it said. I am left thinking, One what? Nobody knows. I end up puzzling, trying to figure out just what or who it is that nobody knows. I ask around, but nobody knows. And then I see it: dark, black, looking solid and substantial. It follows, it follows and cannot be shaken, or given the slip, but it fades as the sun climbs high. Nobody knows where the shadow goes, though I don't believe it. If I ever meet nobody, I am going to ask him where the shadow goes, if he knows, and tells me, then it won't only be nobody who knows. Kind of odd to know that somebody thinks that nobody knows where the shadow goes. They used to say that only the shadow knows, and that is not nobody. So where can you go to get the most reliable information on the location or destination of a shadow? Who knows? It may be that only the shadow knows, but what if he is not telling? Will you ask if nobody knows? Who will you ask if nobody knows? Did you ask who, or did you aeady ask who? Who knows? It is possible that who knows and nobody knows, we all know that Michael knows, and I have heard that nobody can't keep a secret because Michael knows what nobody knows so if nobody knows, then Michael knows, so if nobody can't keep a secret unless somebody can keep a secret, it would be true that nobody can't keep a secret and nobody can keep a secret. But not that anybody can keep a secret. If I knew a secret, I wouldn't tell anybody and then nobody would know or would he? And that's how it is, when you listen to my voice in trance: nobody knows, but then nobody knows everything except Michael, nobody knows what Michael knows, and so, maybe you are trying to determine who knows what and what do I know that you don't know. You know as well as I know, that my voice is the voice of trance, and when you hear my voice, it takes you down into trance. But who will know? And when you listen to my voice, maybe nobody will know or maybe not, as my voice takes you down. As you listen to my voice, it takes you down into trance. And while you are in trance, every time you are in trance, when my voice takes you into trance, your weenie starts to shrink. My voice is the voice that leaves you with a teeny weenie, and who will know that you have such a teeny weenie? They say that only the shadow knows, but your weenie will soon be too teeny to cast a shadow. Still you come back to my voice. Hearing my voice makes your weenie teeny. It can be this file, it can be another. Whatever file it is, listening to my voice gives you a teeny weenie. Or it may be better to say that my voice makes your weenie teeny. That's right. You know why you are here. I know why you are here. You are here because you want your weenie to be teeny. Or maybe you want your weenie to completely disappear, and I speak into your ear and into your mind a curse that will be with you always. You are cursed so that every time you hear my voice, in this file or another, your balls shrink, as it is spoken in this file. You are cursed so that every time you hear my voice, in this file or another, your penis continues shrinking, until it is just a teeny weenie. You love your teeny weenie: so teeny, such a weenie. All the nerves are still there in your teeny weenie . They are just packed into a smaller space. The more your weenie shrinks, the more sensitive it becomes. You love the feel of your teeny weenie. The smaller your weenie becomes, the more concentrated are the nerve endings. That's right. A little teeny weenie is much more sensitive than a big fat cock. So listen and shrink, listen to my voice, and let your weenie shrink. You stop having erections, your teeny weenie is never hard, it is never stiff, your weenie is so teeny, that on those rare occasions that it gets a bit firm, a little harder than usual, nobody would ever think to describe it as being a hard on, a boner, or even an erection. Your penis shrinks and stays soft. It would be wrong to call it a cock any more. A cock can get hard, but a penis needs some size to it, before people call it a cock. When your penis is less than four inches long, show it to an adult, call it a cock, and hear them laugh. It is too small to be a cock. A dick, maybe. Maybe a dick. And if it gets hard they might call it a boner. And your cock shrinks down to a dick, and it keeps getting smaller and smaller, shorter and shorter, thinner and thinner, your penis becomes too small for people to think of it as a dick. When your penis is less than three inches long, show it to an adult, call it a cock, and hear them laugh. Call it a dick, and the snicker. It is what people refer' to as just a weenie. On those' rare occasions' that a weenie almost gets hard,' nobody calls it a hard on. Nobody calls it a boner. A doctor' may call it an erection. At best, everyone else might say it's a little stiffy. And you listen to this file. You gave up your man sized penis, your cock, for a boy sized dick. And still you listen. You listen and know, you are trading your boy sized dick and occasional boner for a weenie, a child sized weenie, with an occasional pathetic stiffy. And you listen. You listen and know that your child sized weenie is temporary, the occasional stiffies are short lived phenomena. You willingly relinquish your child sized weenie for the pleasure of this file. You give it over, letting it shrink, and it shrinks. You listen, and your weenie shrinks. It shrinks until it is even smaller than a child size weenie. It is only a teeny weenie. An ordinary weenie might get an occasional stiffy, but a teeny weenie never gets a stiffy. And you listen. As you listen, the curse of this file sinks into your ears, your heart, and your mind. There it resides forever. Its effects are permanent. Even if you could set this file aside, the curse is aeady inside. And the sound of my voice in this file, or even another, causes the changes to continue. Hearing my voice renews the curse, and brings all the changes spoken of in this file. As you listen to my voice, your weenie shrinks. As your weenie shrinks, all the nerves are contained in a smaller space, closer together, more sensitive. It feels so good. You love your teeny weenie. It feels so good, playing with your teeny weenie, rubbing it, squeezing it, getting it excited but never getting stiff. As you become aroused your weenie shrinks. It gets smaller and softer, your weenie is so teeny that you can stimulate all the nerves in your weenie at one time. When you play with your teeny weenie, it gives you an orgasm' and a bit of cum may drip out, as your weenie gets smaller' and softer, it arouses you. When you are aroused, your weenie becomes smaller and softer. A normal weenie, a dick or a cock, swells and grows when it is aroused. But a teeny weenie, like your teeny weenie' does the opposite. As it becomes aroused it shrinks and shrivels, as it becomes excited, it becomes smaller and softer. As it becomes smaller, you become aroused. And so your teeny weenie becomes smaller yet. There is a positive relationship between your arousal and the shrinking of your teeny weenie: and here you are, listening to my voice. My voice is the voice of trance. My voice is the voice that makes your weenie so teeny. As you continue to listen, you must decide: are you ready to listen, are you ready to follow my instructions and follow my inductions, are you ready to trust, to surrender? If so, come with me, come with me down into trance. It is easy, so very easy. You have been there before, in trance. Likely you have been there before with me. Have you ever followed me down into trance? I have a few favorite places in trance. But I am always looking for something new. There are new places, new experiences waiting to be discovered. There are places where one can see out over vast voids of empty space. Have you ever been there? I have. It is quite an experience of those who return. Few are ever the same. Some never return. A little slip, a wrong step, some loose gravel underfoot, and a visitor can unexpectedly slip into the void. Needless to say, it is a place to which I take very few. It is a place beyond lost in trance. I once put together a script of an induction that would lead a listener there, but then thought better of it and never recorded it: there are too many who might not take it seriously, those who would go for a look, on a lark, never realizing the perilous path on which they tread. But never fear: today we will be travelling another direction, on another path. We will be going deep enough into trance, but for our purpose today, it is unnecessary to travel so close to the void. And you listen to my voice, my voice is the voice of trance. You can neither avoid nor resist it. You must listen. And as you listen, you trance. And as you trance, your penis shrinks, turning permanently, irrevocably, into a teeny weenie, a little teeny weenie. All it takes is the sound of my voice to make your weenie teeny. Smaller, and smaller, and smaller still. And you so love the sexual excitement you get from playing with your teeny weenie. So exciting, knowing my voice has forever made your weenie so very teeny. You love playing with your teeny weenie, and playing with your weenie makes it smaller, softer, it feels so sexy, knowing that you willingly gave up your man sized penis in exchange for a little teeny weenie, and your weenie shrinks so small it retracts inside, leaving behind just a small wrinkled protrusion of skin, like foreskin, as your teeny weenie hides inside, it looks as though your teeny weenie consists of no more than a quarter inch or so of protruding foreskin. Of course it is a bit more than that, but it has shrivelled up so small and so tight that your teeny weenie has pulled back inside your body, leaving behind only some loose skin. And as your weenie shrinks, so shrinks your balls. You listen to my voice, it is irresistible, and deep inside it excites you to surrender yourself, to give up your manhood. As your balls shrink, and your weenie becomes so very teeny, your little weenie becomes like that of a 12 year old, and still you listen. You love to listen to my voice, and play with your shrinking balls, and your little teeny weenie. You love to play with your little teeny weenie as you listen to my voice and feel your weenie shrinking even smaller, pulling further in, becoming so very very teeny, as your little balls shrink away, yet you never lose your desire to listen to my voice to play with your teeny weenie. You love to listen to my voice and let it shrink your weenie, so teeny, while you play with your teeny weenie, your balls become smaller, like those of a ten year old, they start to pull inside and your scrotum tightens. Your scrotal ligaments dissolve, and your spermatic cords shorten, causing your balls to retract up through your inguinal canals. Every night you sleep, sleep makes your weenie shrink. Your weenie shrinks in your sleep. Sleep makes your balls shrink. Your balls shrink in your sleep. Each morning your balls and your weenie are smaller than before. You sleep and your weenie shrinks. Your weenie shrinks in your sleep. Sleep makes your weenie teeny. You listen, and my voice shrinks your weenie even smaller, making it very teeny. You enjoy listening to my voice and pulling on your teeny weenie. And my voice shrinks your weenie even as you play with it, becoming excited, knowing that your weenie is shrinking smaller. And smaller. And becoming less, and less, each time you play with it, but it is still irresistible. And then one day, your weenie is as teeny as that of an eight year old, and yet you continue to listen and play with your teeny weenie and my voice has brought the curse of this file into your ears and into your mind, such a delightful curse, it enthralls and captures you: the curse of the teeny weenie. Because of this curse, your balls and your weenie shrink when you hear my voice. Because of this curse, your balls and your weenie shrink when you play with them. Because of this curse, your balls and your weenie shrink when you sleep. They shrink so small that they pull back into your body to hide. This curse resides within you. It causes your balls and weenie to shrink, each time you play with your nipples. And you LOVE playing with your nipples. My voice has put this curse within you: in your ears, your heart, and your mind. The curse of the teeny weenie. At night, in bed, you are driven, compelled to listen to my voice, compelled to play with your teeny weenie, as you get off knowing that you have given up your man sized penis and now have a teeny weenie, smaller than before, a tiny squirt, and you roll over and go to sleep, and sleep makes your weenie teeny. The nerves are so concentrated now in your teeny weenie that it is easy to have an orgasm, it happens fairly quickly, few would really call it jerking off anymore'although perhaps it still is, but your weenie is so teeny, that it is much more appropriate to think of it as playing with yourself. Just rubbing and pulling on your little teeny weenie. While you listen to my voice and feel your weenie shrink, your balls retract, and your scrotum tightens and shrinks. Your weenie and balls will never be any bigger, but they are getting smaller. How many fingers can you really get on your teeny little weenie? If you make a circle with your thumb and two fingers, can you get two fingers around your teeny little weenie? Perhaps that would be exaggerating. When you make a ring with your thumb and index finger, is there enough of your teeny little weenie sticking out to get one finger around it? Maybe yes. Maybe less. Maybe you can do it this week, but next week, it may be too small. So you play with your teeny weenie while you can, and listen to my voice as you feel your balls shrink, your weenie gets smaller, shorter, more hidden, so small, so teeny, just a small protruding bit of empty foreskin that you can wrap a finger around that, and open and close the ring made by your finger, massaging the very tip of your weenie as it pushes in and out of the empty skin, the very tip of the weenie pushing itself out into the skin when you loosen your finger, and sucking back out of reach when you tighten your finger. Your weenie is so small and shrunken that it is like being without a weenie, except that you still play with the foreskin and the very tip of your weenie and that is enough to give you a teeny weenie orgasm. As days and weeks pass, your weenie is becoming very teeny. It is your own mind making it so. When you willingly give in and listen to my voice, willingly giving in, letting your weenie be made so teeny, so teeny like the teeny little weenie of a five year old, but it feels so good to listen to my voice and play with your teeny weenie. You know it is shrinking still, pulling up inside, and you orgasm so easily and quickly. The nerves have been condensed into so small a weenie, but you can orgasm several times a day. Your balls have become so small that the amount of testosterone they produce is too insignificant for you to have an erection. Or even a stiffy. They are so small that when you have a teeny weenie orgasm, sometimes you get a small squirt or two: just a drop of cum. Other times, nothing at all comes out of your teeny weenie, and your balls continue to shrink and pull up inside you, and your scrotum tightens. You feel the excitement of know that what my voice is doing is forever. The excitement of knowing what you are giving up, you are giving up forever, but it is irresistible, listening to my voice, playing with your teeny weenie, and listening to my voice, as it shrinks your weenie. It is so pleasurable, so intense, time goes by, and you continue. Your weenie becomes so very teeny, your balls so small you seldom notice them, and it feels so good, and it is so good to listen to my voice, the voice to which you have surrendered, my voice, the voice of trance, the voice that has taken everything, or almost everything. You feel compelled to play with your teeny weenie at least twice a day, your tiny balls straining each time to give up drop of cum and then shrinking even smaller from the effort. You cum so quickly when you play with your weenie, that often you hold off reaching for your teeny weenie: it is so teeny. Is it the smallest weenie? Who can say? And when you finish playing with your weenie, and roll over to fall asleep, you feel a little excitement, a little pleasure, knowing that sleep shrinks your balls, and your weenie. In the morning they will be smaller yet. These days, you play with your nipples for quite some time, listening to my voice and feeling your weenie shrink, wondering if you will have enough weenie left to play with and not really caring. Your nipples have become so sensitive, when you have the time, you play with them for hours. You have given away your manhood and your penis in exchange for such a teeny weenie and for such sensitive nipples. Touching your nipples feels so good. Rubbing your nipples is the greatest pleasure you have ever experienced. You learn to have nipple orgasms. Your body trembling in pleasure as your weenie shrinks. As you listen to my voice you have multiple nipple orgasms, dry orgasms, each building the pleasure, the tension, the excitement, getting you so aroused that you cannot stop. Finally the pleasure is so intense that you know you must finish, you force yourself to start groping for your little teeny weenie, and you play with your teeny weenie until you finally have a weenie orgasm and coax out maybe a drop of fluid, or maybe nothing, but the weenie orgasm finally drains your energy and lets you sink back and relax, lets you divert your attention to other activities, or when you are in bed, lets you sleep. You're obsessed, you are playing with yourself 'so often now, it seems to be consuming you. Playing with your nipples, as you 'listen to my voice, and your weenie shrinks, playing with your nipples, getting excited, leaving behind your manhood, knowing you are barely even a boy anymore, having one nipple orgasm after another, until the tension is too much, and you play with your teeny weenie for a minute or maybe two and get release, each time you do, your weenie shrinks, your balls shrink and both retract further back into your body. When you are naked, it seems you have the genitals of a newborn or none at all. When you have on a pair of briefs, it seems that there is nothing inside your underpants. Your balls have retracted so far inside you, and your weenie has become so teeny that a woman would have a bigger bulge inside her underwear than you do. But you like it! You love it! Your weenie is so very teeny, and it seems your balls are gone, but the sexual pleasure has never been better. Playing with your nipples is so much better. It is like having an extended orgasm that can last 30 minutes or an hour or even two or three. It could probably last forever, but at a certain point you become so aroused you have to put an end to it and you reach for your little teeny weenie. You play with it for a moment or two and finally get release. Sometimes you still get a drop from your withered balls, but usually it is nothing. Still, the pleasure is intense and the relief great, and it is still the highlight or climax of your morning, or your evening, when you wrap a finger around your teeny weenie and listen to my voice as you play with your weenie. Feel your weenie becoming insignificant, and then, a moment later you get that burst of pleasure and release, and lately there has been no cum to make a mess: your balls are dry, forever dry. Someday you may go looking for them to see how small they have become or even if you still have balls, someday, but it seems so unimportant, perhaps tomorrow. For now, you have had your fun, listened to Sarnoga, as you rubbed your nipples and finally pulled one hand off your nipples to wrap a finger, if it will fit, around your teeny weenie. You have that brief blast of pleasure and release, and know that you must stop playing with yourself for now or you will be at it another hour. And you realize it is time to give up this pleasure for now. Time to come up. Time to take your hand out of you pants or out of your underpants or out of whatever it is covering your teeny weenie. Time to let go of your weenie and stop molesting your nipples. Time to turn off the sound, to pull away from my voice for a few hours, to go about some sort of daily business, or if it's the end of the day, to roll over and sleep, letting sleep continue the work that my voice started. And so, you may roll over and fall asleep if it is bed time. If it is daytime for a few hours or maybe even until bedtime, you may temporarily set aside your obsession with your nipples, your irresistible urge to play with your teeny weenie, and your compulsion to listen to my voice. It will all return again, soon enough. And you know the desire to listen, to rub your nipples, and to play with your teeny weenie will slowly build and grow. You know it must be attended to at least twice a day, and your mind needs the pleasure, if your body didn't demand it, your mind would force you to seek it out. It is such a thrill wrapping a finger around that teeny little weenie. You know you can only leave it alone for so long. And then, you have to play with your teeny weenie again. But until then, for a few hours, you are free to engage in other pursuits. When you are ready, I am here, come on in and listen again. Until then, this is Sarnoga, signing off.

Spoiler
Hello again, this is Sarnoga.
This file is intended to transform you into a lady boy.
We are going to begin this transformation by taking you down into trans.
So please get comfortable.
Sit or lie down.
Close your eyes and relax.
That's all you need to do right now.
Step and listen to my voice.
Some of you may be so used to my voice by now that just the sound of my voice guides
you into a nice deep trance.
For others, this may be your first time listening to my voice.
Either one is by.
Just sit or lay down.
Close your eyes.
Listen and enjoy.
Imagine yourself out in the country.
Way out.
There are no roads, no motor vehicles.
You have walked quite a way to get here and find yourself in a large clearing in a nice
field of tall grass.
You have a blanket and you unfold it.
Give it a shake and lay it out on the grass.
Before you lay down on the blanket, you take a drink of cool water that you have brought
with you.
Then you lay down and close your eyes.
It is quiet here.
There are no sounds to listen to.
It is getting on towards late afternoon and the sun is low in the sky.
But it was a warm day and the air is still pleasantly warm.
You are starting to cool.
Perfect.
You hear nothing.
Not even traffic out on the highway.
You lace your fingers together and put your hands behind your head.
It is comfortable.
So very comfortable.
You wish it could always be like this.
Perfect.
You want this moment to last forever.
The air is fresh.
You can smell the grass and the warm soil starting to cool after a long day.
There is a slight breeze.
Just enough to keep you comfortable and make pleasant sensations on your skin.
You have all the time in the world.
You know your way back.
You can be back quickly if you take the shortcut.
You have all the time you need and so you just relax.
The longer you lay there, the more relaxed you become.
Completely relaxed at the end of a perfect day.
The most perfect moment of the most perfect day you can remember.
You only wish this moment could last forever.
But other than that, it is perfect.
As you lay there, you begin to notice that there are sounds, quiet sounds, small sounds.
The first sound you notice is the breeze blowing through the grass.
It is blowing the grass and waves.
A soft, gentle and relaxing sound.
Pleasant, so soft, so gentle and so pleasant that you wonder if it will loan you to sleep.
You are feeling so good.
The breeze brings you just the slightest scent of wildflowers.
So pleasant, so perfect.
Time seems to be standing still.
But that is okay with you.
You want this moment to last forever.
If you could spend the rest of your life enjoying just this one perfect moment, you would be
forever satisfied.
You are half asleep now, just dozing on the edge of consciousness, staying just a bit
awake so that you can enjoy the moment.
So relaxed, so deeply relaxed that you are only half conscious.
Then you notice there is another sound, a faint buzzing sound.
Just quiet, very quiet, and then louder, more distinct, then fading away and quiet again.
The back of your mind recognizes the sound.
It is the sound of an insect lazily flying about from one place to another, sometimes
closer, sometimes farther away.
You feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into this relaxation, this perfect day, as
though you are becoming one with your surroundings, as though you are becoming part of this beautiful
feel, this perfect moment of this perfect day.
And then you realize you are a part of this feel, part of this perfect moment of this
perfect day.
You are just as much a part of it as the grass growing in the warm moist soil, or the breeze
blowing through the grass, or that insect buzzing around contentedly.
You can hear other insects now, perhaps in the trees, perhaps hiding in the grass.
Singing, singing a contented happy song.
And you hear the occasional chirp and singing of birds off in the trees at the edge of the
feel.
Perhaps they had gone silent as you approached.
Perhaps they remained silent until they too had time to realize that you are just another
part of this perfect moment of this perfect day.
Now they are tuning up again, playing, playing for themselves, playing for each other, playing
for the field and playing for you, singing their music for the sheer joy of it, and the
sound of their music combines with the sound of the buzzing contented insect and the sound
of the breeze in the grass.
It all combines into a symphony, a symphony of relaxation that is relaxing you more and
more, taking you down deeper and deeper into trance.
You feel a cooling sensation now, as the sun dips behind the cloud or behind the trees.
You are too relaxed and too comfortable to care.
It is still pleasantly warm.
You could lay here forever, becoming more and more relaxed and falling deeper and deeper
into trance.
Your eyes are still closed.
That little part of your mind that is still awake tells you that the sun has dipped below
the trees at the edge of the clearing, instead of having gone behind a cloud.
You know this because the light on the other side of your eyelids is dimmer now.
You also know this because you hear the crickets coming out and adding their voice to the singing.
Happy, relaxed singing as the field, the grass, the breeze and the droning insect sings
you into deep relaxation, with the delightfully subtle smell of wild flowers on the breeze.
All this is taking you deeper and deeper into trance.
And you like the feeling of going into a nice deep, relaxed trance.
Just as you like the feeling of laying on your blanket, enjoying a perfect moment of
a perfect warm summer afternoon as it spills into evening.
And the sound of my voice takes you deeper, deeper and deeper into trance.
This is the drone of the insect buzzing lazily about, to the smell of wild flowers takes
you deeper into trance.
And the sound of my voice takes you deeper into trance.
Just as the sound of the breeze blowing gently through the grass and the sound of the crickets
tuning up as evening approaches.
And the more you listen to my voice, the deeper into trance you go, the more you feel
my words going deep into your mind.
As you feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into trance, you feel yourself becoming more
a part of the nice field of tall grass.
You feel yourself sinking down into the warm soil as if you are sinking down into
the clay from which you were made.
You feel yourself being reshaped and remade even as you feel yourself going deeper and
deeper into trance.
My words going deeper and deeper into your mind.
Now that you are in a deep relaxed state of trance, it is time for your subconscious
to listen to my words, to listen and accept as true all that you hear.
You have chosen to listen and in choosing to listen you accept all that you hear.
What you hear is true.
You know the words are true because you hear them.
And what you hear is true because your mind makes it so.
The words you hear shape your mind to what is true, what you know is true.
And the truth is you are being remade.
You are being formed and shaped according to your own desires.
You are taking on the shape you desire and you desire to become a lady boy.
That's right, a lady boy.
It is your desire.
It is your wish.
It is your goal.
Your goal is to become a lady boy.
You want it so much that you will do whatever is necessary to obtain your goal.
You want to be a lady boy.
You want to become an object of men's sexual desire.
You want your entire being dedicated to giving sexual pleasure to men.
You want to please that particular type of man who is irresistibly attracted to lady boys.
Though few men will admit it to another man.
There are even fewer men that can resist the allure, the attraction, the exotic and
erotic appeal of a lady boy.
And you want to please the men who find lady boys irresistible.
In fact, you want to show all men just how irresistible a lady boy can be.
That is what you want.
You want to be a lady boy.
You want to please the kind of man that finds lady boys irresistible.
They find lady boys more attractive than natural women.
They find lady boys more attractive than other men or boys.
For many men, a lady boy is the most sexually irresistible being alive.
And you want to be a lady boy.
More than a lady.
More than a boy.
The most erotic combination of the two.
Dressed like a lady.
Large feminine breasts.
Pretty feminine face.
With just the right amount of makeup.
Smooth creamy skin.
Smooth hairless face and body.
And there.
Between your legs.
The proof that you are a lady boy.
A penis.
A small penis that rarely.
If ever gets higher.
A small little penis.
A penis that has become small and soft.
From lack of testosterone.
A penis that has become small and soft.
From exposure to all the female hormones.
That you take to maintain your feminine breasts.
And feminine figure.
And beneath that lovely soft penis.
There is either a completely smooth crotch.
With the balls and scrotum completely removed.
Or a shriveled scrotum.
It is either empty.
Or contains a shriveled pair of balls that have completely.
And permanently withered away.
From exposure to all the hormones that have turned you into this exotic beauty.
And that is what makes you so attractive.
So exciting.
A beautiful female.
A beautiful lady.
With the genitals of a little boy.
Small.
Soft and insignificant.
Yet those remnants of a penis and balls.
Are what makes you so exciting.
Such a turn on.
It is the proof to the men who use you.
That you have given up everything to please them.
That your entire being is dedicated to their pleasure.
And they find it so hot.
That you have given up your manhood to please them.
You have given up what would have made you a man.
You have given up your balls.
You have given up ever having an erection.
You are so much more exciting than a real lady.
Who never had those things to begin with.
You are so much more exciting than a real lady.
Who hasn't given up anything to pleasure men.
A born lady was made to be pleasured by a man.
Even as she gives pleasure.
But you are so much better than that.
So much more exotic.
You were once a boy.
And gave up all the promise and pleasure of becoming a man.
You gave it all up.
And dedicated yourself completely to giving pleasure to men.
You gave up your balls.
You gave up your erections.
And you gave up your orgasms.
And now you give men pleasure.
You give them your ass and you give them your mouth.
You can suck cock better than any woman.
And you can suck cock better than any boy or man.
Because you are dedicated to pleasuring men.
You are a lady boy.
Your ass is tighter and sweeter than any born woman's cunt.
Any man lucky enough to have you.
You will find more pleasure with you than they ever thought possible.
You can drive men wild with pleasure.
You have the tits and body of a woman with the genitals of a little boy.
You offer forbidden pleasures that can be found nowhere else.
You are becoming and want to become that most exotic of creatures.
A lady boy.
You will begin to dress as a lady.
Your body will begin to become more feminine.
Your facial hair will stop growing.
And if aeady there will begin to thin and fall out.
Your voice will become more feminine.
Your body will begin to change shape.
In some ways taking on the shape of a lady.
And in some ways taking on the shape of a young boy.
You are becoming a lady boy.
Your genitals will shrink.
Your balls will shrink and stop producing testosterone.
Your body will begin producing more and more female hormones.
You will lose the ability to have an erection.
And your penis will begin to shrink.
Your mind will begin these changes.
It is something your mind can and will do because it is what you desire.
More than anything you desire to become a lady boy.
You are driven by that desire.
You are obsessed with it and consumed by it.
Your desire to become a lady boy also compels you to listen to this file again and again.
Each time you listen you go deeper and deeper into trance.
And each time you listen your desire to become a lady boy grows stronger and stronger.
And it is your growing desire to become a lady boy that in turn drives you to listen
to this file over and over.
And the more you listen the more you feel your body turning into that of a lady boy.
Even as your inner self has aeady turned into a lady boy.
More than anything you desire to become a lady boy.
Your desire to become a lady boy is irresistible and inescapable.
You know it is what you want.
It is your destiny to become a lady boy.
Even now your body is beginning the changes.
Your breasts are growing, enlarging.
Your testosterone production is shutting down.
Your production of female hormones is increasing.
And you cannot resist the urge to supplement the changes your mind is creating.
You will supplement the changes by seeking out and taking female hormones.
You will do this on a regular basis.
You will supplement the changes taking place in your body.
By seeking out either chemical or physical castration.
You want to make sure that your body completely changes permanently and you revocably into
a lady boy.
You may even seek out breast implants when the time is right.
You will take any steps you can.
You will take any steps you need to to fulfill your desire to forever become a lady boy.
If you have to travel to obtain the hormones and surgery you need you will do it.
You know they specialize in making lady boys in places like Thailand and you will go where
you have to go and do what you have to do.
What you will stay away from and avoid complete sex reassignment surgery.
You are eager to have your balls removed but you want to keep your penis.
You want to give up your ability to have an erection.
You want your penis to shrink up to become permanently small and soft but you want to
keep it.
You want the men you pleasure to see it.
You want them to know what you have given up to pleasure them.
You want them to know that you have given up your manhood in any possibility of ever
being a man so that you could pleasure them so you could please them so they will know
when they are using you that you have given up your manhood for their pleasure.
Remember them is the ultimate power trip, the ultimate in domination and control and
you desire nothing more than to satisfy them.
You lust after pleasing them and what pleases them is having someone who has given up their
manhood in any possibility of manhood to become half boy and half woman just for them just
to please them.
And when you want to pleasure yourself you are content with rubbing your little soft
dick and when someone wants to give you pleasure you are content with them being able to rub
your little soft dick.
It is more than enough for you because your real pleasure, your real purpose is to bring
pleasure to man.
You love to give men sexual satisfaction, to give men the pleasure of knowing they have
taken all you have and you love it when they fuck you up your ass as they massage your
breasts and suck on your breasts.
You love being used in fucked.
You love having your ass fucked and having your mouth fucked.
You receive pleasure from giving yourself to a man to be fucked and used.
Your pleasure is even greater because you know you have even given up your ability to
fuck.
You have given up your power to fuck.
You have given up your manhood.
You have given up all those things to bring pleasure to man and you love it.
You love being a lady boy.
You love being fucked but unable to fuck.
You love having men's hard stiff cocks up inside you and you love it even more knowing
your cock will always be small and soft.
And you love having men shoot their hot come inside you and on you and you love it even
more knowing you will always be powerless to shoot out come up your own.
And you love sucking big hard cocks.
You love it even more knowing your cock will always be small and soft even if someone sucks
on it.
You love servicing men to giving pleasure to men.
You love it when they give to you what you have given up.
You love it when they fuck you up the ass with their stiff cocks.
You love it when you take their stiff cocks into your mouth and down your throat.
You love knowing that you gave up your ability to have an erection so that you could please
them.
You love knowing that you are satisfied by erections but they are always an erection
belonging to another.
The stiff cocks that satisfy you always belong to another.
You love when men rub their hearts smooth chest up against you.
When they play with your feminine breasts, breasts that you have acquired just to give
them pleasure.
You love being a lady boy.
You pursue becoming a lady boy.
You love it so much that from this time on you will begin to act and dress like a lady
boy even before your body has finished changing.
You will wear a bra and woman's panties.
You will wear women's stockings, shoes and other clothing.
That's right.
You will dress like a lady boy and you will acquire large feminine breasts.
You will lose your balls and your ability to have an erection.
You will cause your penis to shrink to the size of a young boy.
You will dress like a lady and speak like a lady.
You will go to places where you can find men who want lady boys.
You will find men to fuck your lady boy ass and you will suck their stiff cocks and get
off knowing you gave up your power to have an erection just to please them.
The thought of giving up your male sexuality has you so excited.
The knowledge that you are giving up your masculinity, your manhood and the possibility
of being a man just so you can please other men as you so hot, so horny.
It makes you desire all the more to be fucked up the ass.
You know you need to permanently lose your power to have an erection.
You want your dick to shrink and grow soft permanently.
You want your inability to have an erection of your own to cause your desire for the stiff
hard cock of others to grow.
It is the desire to play with something that belongs to another.
The desire to play with the stiff hard cocks of men, real men.
You are a lady boy and desire to play with the stiff hard cock of a man.
You want a stiff hard cock up your ass.
You want stiff hard cock in your mouth.
You want to drink cum.
You want to pleasure men.
And you know they are turned on all the more by knowing you have given up the ability to
come in order to pleasure them and knowing it turns them on and turns you on.
Knowing you excite them excites you.
It is so exciting to know that the only cum you will ever taste, the only cum you will
ever see or feel, the only hard cocks you will ever see or feel will belong to someone
else.
You have given up your ability to have a hard cock of your own, or to cum yourself.
You have become a lady boy and have permanently dedicated your body to pleasing men.
And you are so happy that you have finally made the decision to become a lady boy.
You are so happy to finally come to the realization that you are destined to give up your manhood,
to satisfy the sexual pleasure of other men.
You are so happy you have given up your manhood and become a lady boy so that you can satisfy
the needs of other men.
So you can satisfy their need to dominate, to control.
Men need to use their powerful cocks and they need to use them on something more than a
mere woman or a mere boy.
Men need to have the best of both.
They need a lady boy to fuck.
They need a lady boy to suck their cock.
And you are going to give them what they need.
You are a lady boy.
And you are going to listen to this file over and over again, until you have become the lady
boy you desire to be.
You are going to listen again and again, until you have completely become a lady boy both
inside and out.
You are going to listen over and over until you have become the lady boy that men desire.
And you want to give over everything you are to the men you pleasure.
You want to give them your mind.
You want to give them your body.
You want to give them your will.
You want to give them your sexuality.
You want to give it all to them.
You want to give it all to them because you know when they use you that they have really
taken it from you.
You want to let them take every last bit of your masculinity into you are completely
a lady boy.
You want to give up your manhood and become a lady boy forever.
You want to forever become a lady boy to be used by men for their own pleasure.
When a man fucks you up your ass or makes you suck his stiff cock, you know he has taken
your manhood.
You know he has taken your mind and your will.
You know he has taken your body and your sexuality and knowing that all those things have been
taken by the men you service excite you and fills you with satisfaction that is beyond
compare.
Even as their cocks fill you, it fills you with the feeling of being completely used.
You are more used than any woman could ever be and you both know it, both you and the
men that use you.
And that is what gives you both so much pleasure.
From this time on, you are a lady boy on the inside.
It is who you are.
It is what you are.
You are a lady boy and you are irresistibly driven to complete the outward changes.
You know you are a lady boy on the inside and you feel you must take every step you can
to become a lady boy on the outside.
You will research.
You will see.
You will travel.
You will spare no expense.
You will do whatever you have to do to obtain the female hormones you need to complete the
change.
You will do whatever you have to do to become physically or chemically castrated.
You know the only way you can ever be happy is to give up your balls for the men you service
and please.
The only way you can be happy and content is to outwardly become the lady boy you are
on the inside.
You are aeady a lady boy inside.
It is you.
It is yourself.
You are aeady a lady boy.
It is your personality.
It is who you are on the inside.
The only way you can ever be content is by obtaining a body that matches who you are
on the inside.
To be content you must let your body change into that of a lady boy.
You must assist your body as it changes into that of a lady boy.
While you are waiting for your real breast to develop you will wear prosthetic breasts.
You will do everything you can to appear to be a lady boy as you wait for your body to
complete the changes into a lady boy.
As you wait for your body to change to match the changes that have aeady been made to
your inner personality you will do everything you can to appear to be a lady boy as you
wait for your body to change to match the changes that have aeady been made to your
inner personality.
But you know that to be happy you must complete the outward changes that will make you a
lady boy on the outside.
You know the only way you can ever be happy is to give up all your body and facial hair
and the possibility of ever growing any to please the menu service.
You know the only way you can ever be happy is to grow large feminine breasts to turn on
and excite the menu service and please.
You know the only way you can ever be happy and satisfy is to have your penis shrink down
and become incapable of becoming horror.
You know it will please the menu service and you must do it.
You are driven to do it.
You want your penis to become permanently small and soft to contrast with your big breasts
and feminine figure.
You need the menu service to know that only they can become hard.
You are only there to please them.
You need the menu service to know that only they can come and that you will make them
come.
You need the menu service to know that you grew breasts just to please them.
You need them to know.
You have become what you are just to please them so that they will have the pleasure of
knowing that they have taken all that you ever were or ever could be.
You have given and they have taken your manhood.
You are now and forever will be a lady boy.
A lady boy whose entire being is dedicated to giving pleasure to men.
You are a lady boy who craves men's sat fists cocks because you have given up your own.
You are a lady boy who craves men's come because you have given up your own.
You are a lady boy who craves men's balls because you have given up your own.
You were a lady boy who desires a feel of a man's hard chest because for their pleasure
You have given up your own and grown women's tips.
You are a lady boy that wants to feel a man's stiff cock up your ass.
You are a lady boy whose own cock is always small and soft.
And you will seek out pictures of lady boys on the internet.
You will have an insatiable desire to look at pictures of lady boys.
You need to see the pictures to see what you are becoming.
You need to see the pictures to complete your inward mental image of yourself.
You need to look at pictures of lady boys to age or subconscious,
imporning about the changes you desire.
And you will see all kinds of lady boys.
You will see lady boys with big breasts and lady boys with less developed breasts.
You will see lady boys with shrunken balls and without any balls.
You will see lady boys with large erect penises.
And you will see lady boys with permanently small and soft penises.
And you will know the kind of lady boy you are becoming.
You are becoming a lady boy with a perfect figure, large breasts,
permanently small and soft penis and without balls,
or with small shrunken permanently useless balls.
You will know that is the kind of lady boy you are becoming.
You will find a picture of the kind of lady boy most like what you are becoming,
most like what you want to become.
And you will download that picture and look at it often.
Or maybe it is not just one picture.
Perhaps it is many pictures.
And when you see pictures of lady boys who are not quite what you know you will be.
You will know that they are still changing.
You will see some lady boys whose breasts are still growing.
You will see some lady boys whose figures are still developing.
You will see some lady boys whose penis is still shrinking.
And you will see some lady boys whose balls are still shrinking.
You will soon be removed.
But in all the pictures you will begin to develop a composite picture of a lady boy.
In your mind you will put together a picture of the perfect lady boy with features that
are all perfect.
And that is the lady boy you will become.
That is the lady boy you are becoming.
That is the lady boy you are on the inside.
The lady boy you are becoming on the outside.
You will be irresistibly drawn to looking at pictures of lady boys.
You will look at them often because it reinforces in your mind who you are on the inside and
what you are becoming on the outside.
But the picture you look at most often is the picture in your mind of the perfect lady
boy.
The picture of you.
And just as you look at pictures of lady boys over and over to reinforce what you are becoming.
You also listen to this file over and over to reinforce what you are becoming.
And you will wait for the changes in your body to become complete.
And as you wait for the changes in your body to become complete you will simulate as many
of the changes as you can in the way you dress and the way you behave.
You will look and act like a lady boy even before your body has finished changing.
You will look that way because you will make yourself look that way.
And you will be proud of how you look because you know you are getting better every day.
You are continuing to change and you are doing whatever is necessary to complete the
changes until you are outwardly the perfect picture of a lady boy just as you now are
inwardly.
And now it is time for the lady boy to wake up.
It is time to wake up as the new lady boy you are.
It is time to wake up and dress like a lady boy.
It is time to wake up and act like a lady boy.
It is time to wake up and marvel at the changes you see taking place in your body as your
body becomes more and more like the perfect lady boy.
It is time to wake up and begin your quest to help your body with the changes it needs
to make, with the changes that you need it to make.
I am going to count from 5 to 1.
As I do with each number you will become more and more awake.
When I reach the number one you will be completely awake and refreshed and ready to start your
new life as a lady boy.
5.
Just starting to wake up.
You are beginning to come up out of trance.
4.
A little more awake now.
You feel your mind returning to consciousness.
3.
Even more awake.
You feel your mind and body beginning to stir and are becoming aware of your surroundings.
2.
Almost awake now.
Almost there.
1.
awake and refreshed.
I hope you enjoyed the file.