This blog is entirely messed up, with my text getting scrambled, but I have so much history on this page that I can't bring myself to stop.  I'll just consider this a form of autocryptography.

Why stop now?  I'm sitting in my pink nightie having coffee with The Wife.  I woke up at 04:00 in a daze of arousal, slipped from bed to get high, crossdress and goon on porn. I do that every morning now.  Most days, when She is out, and almost every night.  

I made contact with a hypnotist on Tuesday.  The experience was entirely positive, in that he dropped me into trance and I obeyed all of the instructions.  Alas, my anxiety got the better of me, and I popped awake at some point under a blizzard of rationalization. 

Yesterday morning, in obedience with the trigger, I shaved my legs and sent him a photo of my smooth legs.  Doing so left me feeling very aroused and spacey.

Our "bet" has to do with the hypnotist doing something to me that will surprise me.  I couched the "bet" in terms of my general incredulity of hypnosis, and challenged him to prove me wrong.

Secret fact:  I want to be proven wrong.  I want to be controlled, trained, programmed, coerced, manipulated and brainwashed.  I want to feel helpless, mindless, horny and feminized.  I want to lose so badly that I don't even remember why we wagered in the first place.