...When it's time.

Hypnosis is an odd experience.  There are times when I go so very deep and have powerful and transformative experiences, but there are other times when it simply doesn't seem to "take."  I rarely really know.

Yesterday I settled in for a session of my two favourite hypno files, and I distinctly recall feeling that it was going to be a deep 'Rabbit Hole' experience.  Those two files had knocked me senseless before - in a nice, pink, fluffy, Sissy way - and I had the powerful intuition that if I subjected myself to those two specific files ever again there would be no coming back.  No coming back.  Mmmm.  So erotic!  So tempting.  So deep.

Then something surprising happened.  Mid-way through the first file yesterday, my eyes popped open, and I just knew that this wasn't the day.  I sat up, feeling an odd ambivolence, and went on with my sissy day.  

I'm going to try again later today.  Honestly, I shouldn't.  The last exposure had me turned out like a sissy fuck toy, dressed like a mind-fucked sissy faggot, and with a delightfully empty submissive feminized mind.  Today, if "successful" will almost certainly be worse.   

What fun!

/Heidi