Compulsive Behavior | A Constant Distraction

 

 

 

 

 

Compulsive Behavior | A Constant Distraction

Simone called it an exercise in self-control and an experiment in gender awareness. For Selena, it was sweet, delicious torment.

“I once knew another boy like you, Seth,” Simone had told the young man months ago. “He had similar ideas about the advantages women have in life. I’ll admit, the privilege of beauty is a key that unlocks many doors, but it carries just as many burdens as benefits. Still, I don’t think you’re the type to take me at my word. Some lessons are better learned through experience.”

That was the moment Seth learned magic was real. More importantly, he learned that the sultry Simone was a remarkably skilled sorceress.

With a snap of her fingers, Simone unraveled the threads of reality that made Seth who he was. Muscle melted away while the hard angles and strength drained from his frame. New threads rewove him into opulent softness and fulsome feminine beauty. Sculpted pectorals swelled into bounteous breasts while his waist drew taut and narrow. His angular face softened into feline almond eyes and plush, kissable lips. And when Seth finally saw himself in the mirror, something within the spell snapped neatly into place, replacing the masculine perspective with the feminine.

Seth had become Selena, and Selena was all woman.

“It’s an easily reversible spell,” Simone’s voice pierced the fog swirling through Selena’s newly altered thoughts. “The task is simple: find someone willing to take you seriously as Selena the woman rather than merely the desired doll. Make people value your thoughts and words enough to see past the dazzling package I’ve wrapped you in. All that intelligence and brash confidence is still inside you, but I’ve added a few… clauses to the contract. Prove to me that women hold the golden key.”

At the time, enough of Seth still lingered within Selena for her to believe she could reverse the spell quickly. She had not anticipated the obstacles waiting for her, both natural and carefully engineered.

The first complication was Selena’s body itself.

Seth had been tall and striking. Selena was more than a foot shorter than her masculine alter ego, and softer in every conceivable way. Every step, breath, and subtle shift of her curvaceous body reminded Selena of her new place in the world. She wasn’t even tall enough to reach the cabinets in her kitchen without a step stool.

And she jiggled… everywhere.

The swaying fullness of her breasts, hips, and thighs constantly reminded Selena that her body now moved to an entirely different rhythm. Every motion carried a soft, distracting awareness that never truly faded and demanded attention.

Simone had not made Selena merely beautiful. She had made Selena extraordinary. Voluptuous, radiant, and with a face that was impossible to ignore, Selena felt desire radiating from nearly everyone around her. Worse still was the small compulsion Simone had left buried within the spell.

Selena could not simply hide herself away.

Somewhere within the magic, Simone had woven a potent feminine vanity into Selena’s very identity. That pride demanded she present herself in the most alluring way possible. It worked in perfect harmony with the instinctive understanding of cosmetics, fashion, and presentation Simone had implanted into her thoughts. Selena dressed in clothing that drew eyes effortlessly, and every time she surrendered to those compulsions, a wave of warm satisfaction washed through her body. The more she indulged, the better she felt.

Which led to another hidden complication: Selena’s libido.

All her intelligence and carefully reasoned thoughts lost authority when delivered through glossy lips in a breathy, dulcet voice. Instinct arched her posture and proudly presented her ample cleavage even as she struggled to maintain her composure. Worst of all, her thoughts seemed to blur whenever she found herself around attractive men, especially those confident enough to pursue her openly.

Selena quickly discovered that all of it shaped the world’s perception of her.

Men rarely listened because they valued her ideas. More often, they humored her in the hope that their attention might eventually earn them a place in her bed. The realization infuriated her. No matter the situation, she felt trapped at a disadvantage. She could not help her altered nature. She had to dress this way. Had to move this way. Had to feel this way.

What disturbed Selena more was how often the assumptions proved true.

She would desperately try to focus on conversations while the damp ache between her thighs quietly demanded release. She would smile and nod up at some handsome, broad-shouldered man shooting his shot while her eyes drifted helplessly toward the growing bulge beneath his zipper. Later, it became difficult to protest the patronizing way he spoke to her when her mouth was already full of him. And once Selena found someone willing to indulge her desires, all resistance dissolved into a haze of balmy, carnal pleasure.

This was the tempestuous cycle of femininity Selena had found herself trapped within for months.

She resisted her new nature constantly, but each passing day wore her down a little more. The foundation of Seth continued to erode as Selena slowly became more of what the spell intended her to be. If anything, the teasing way her lovers handled her only hastened that surrender. She was so small, and it seemed all of her new lovers were particularly powerful.  Her demurely lush body was easily moved into whatever position they liked, and she held little say in the matter. She was more for their pleasure, and THAT gave Selena pleasure in itself.  Over time, the struggle became less about reclaiming her former life and more about chasing the things that made her feel good.

Simone, of course, loved reminding her of the task.

“Did you find something new to unlock instead of your old self, honey?” Simone’s voice often floated through her head even as Selena found herself within the arms of another worthy lover.  It was especially poignant those times she found herself on her knees in front of them. But even that teasing carried its own mischievous purpose. “It looks like you found something more fun.”

Selena’s submissive streak was thrilled at the way the world saw her. The attention, the objectification, and hunger in people’s eyes all stirred an unbearable heat between her thighs and kept her trapped in a constant, dizzying state of arousal. The blonde doll found herself driven more and more by desire and by her aching need to be wanted.

Yet the truly maddening part was that the key to her salvation remained painfully within reach… and yet it might as well have been locked behind a vault door.

The fight inside her was fading almost as quickly as Seth himself. And Selena was finding it harder and harder to care.