[TF, M->Feminized Male, Mental Changes]

[CW: Non-Con/Hypnosis, Public Changes]

Tim sat down at the mall’s coffee shop, claiming a table off in the corner for himself. He set his backpack down on the floor next to his seat, while his shopping sat upon the other seat across from him at the table. His twin sister had sent him to pick up her online order from the clothing store at the mall, since he was heading there anyway. The internet was out at their house, and he had a paper to write for his college course on psychology so he was going to the coffee shop to use their public internet anyway, so he agreed to grab her clothes.

Not that he felt normal having a bag of very feminine clothes sitting across from him at the table. What if someone thought it was his? With the garishly bright pink bag it was in, Tim had felt self-conscious the entire trip from the clothing store to the coffee shop. Sure, he wasn’t some buff macho man that would be impossible to confuse for a girl, but it’s not like he was very feminine himself. He was average, and he was averagely insecure about the glances he thought he was receiving that in reality, no one was giving him.

Still though, it was time to get started on that paper. Pulling out his laptop, he connected to the shop’s public WiFi. It took a moment to load up a connection, but finally all the little notifications popping up on his computer from various instant messengers and emails let him know it worked. Tim took a sip of his coffee and sighed, scrolling through the news on his homepage for a few moments before he would get to work on his essay.

Then, something happened. It was like his screen flashed pure white suddenly, nearly blinding Tim in the dim lights of the coffee shop. Dazed, he looked around. No one else seemed to have the same thing happen to their computers or phones. He turned his attention back to the screen, and tried to focus on the articles in front of him. Strangely, it was hard to concentrate, his eyes wandering across the screen aimlessly. He scrolled a little bit, and then it happened again. Except, this time Tim didn’t look away, and swore he could almost see something in the flash. He waited, watching the screen. Whatever was going on had captured his interest more than the dull paper he was to be focusing on.

Another flash. Tim hesitated, pursing his lips. He swore he saw a picture of a girl, along with the word “CUTE” written in all capital letters. After a brief moment of reflection, the image seared into his mind’s eye for review, he concluded that, yes, the girl was cute. A pang of another emotion shot through his heart, though he was uncertain what it might be.

A flash, a girl, and this time the word “HOT”. The girl was wearing booty shorts that showed off the underneath of her ass, with a crop top barely concealing her chest. Tim couldn’t help but agree with the strange messaging, though that strange emotion was back.

The next time his screen strobed, the girl was bent forward, her petite chest cupped by the lacy bra underneath her crop top. Her lips were pouting, and she was touching a pair of fingers to them. “SEXY”.

The next pose that Tim was unable to shake from his head was of the girl standing there, one foot raised up with her hands to either side of her hips, looking flirty and… “GIRLY”. Tim gasped, a realization dawning on him. The shoulder length black hair, the sparkling blue eyes, the relatively flat chest, the slender hips… he was looking at himself, dressed as a girl! Cute, hot, sexy, girly… the words echoed through his head as this revelation left Tim feeling perplexed. Sure, the ‘girl’ in the pictures - himself, he supposed - was all of those things. Did that mean that he was those things? Could he be the hot girly that his computer was showing him?

Another flash of light appeared while Tim was struggling with his inner thoughts. Surely he could be that cute if he tried, right? His laptop screen lit up again. Would other people find him that cute? Another pulse on the screen. They had to, right? He had to be the cute girly to show off for everyone.

At this point, his screen was just continually strobing as image after image of this effeminate version of Tim posed in varying cute or sexy poses. The words “PUBLIC” and “GIRLY” alternated back and forth, providing a relentless barrage of input to Tim’s befuddled and dazed brain.

After several minutes of the mental onslaught, it stopped. Tim was back on his list of news articles, breath heavy as he tried to compose himself. He looked around the coffee shop, and found a few concerned glances his way. Taking a look down at himself, he gasped. During whatever had happened, one hand had found itself between his thighs, cupping a moderate erection, while his other hand was groping his chest. He blushed, forcing himself to move his lingering hands back onto the laptop. He needed to calm down, to make himself presentable. Hurriedly, he grabbed his belongings and rushed into the bathroom.

After closing the door, much to his shock, his hands were nearly empty - save for the bag of clothes for his sister. Fuck, Tim thought to himself. His hands shook as he looked down at the bag of clothes. Thoughts of wearing them flitted into his head, which he tried to shake away.

“I’m not a girl, I’m not a girl…” Tim repeated, facing himself in the mirror. The images forced themselves to the front of his mind. An unattended hand reached up and toyed with a stray lock of hair, and before Tim could help himself, he had pursed his lips and blown kisses in the mirror. “Fuck,” this time Tim swore outloud, albeit under his breath. He *was* the same size as his sister, roughly.

“Fine, I’ll just try them on, really fast. No one has to see me,” Tim muttered as he stepped into a stall. As much as he felt like he shouldn’t be doing what he was doing, he couldn’t rationalize why he shouldn’t. It felt too right to him. Shutting the stall door behind him, he quickly disrobed, his member standing proudly at attention. It seemed off putting, how aroused he was by the whole ordeal. What was happening? Why was he doing this?

The first thing out of the bag was panties, which slid over his slim hips with ease. While he wasn’t overly endowed, the bulge in the front of the panties was impressive, and stretched the cotton fabric around his body even tighter. He could feel it cupping his rear, giving a gentle curve to his ass. A warm tingle shot through his body. This felt so good, even though he couldn’t be sure why. Next up was the bra. Shockingly, this bra was the same lacy black bra from the images his computer had shown him. How did it know what clothes were in the bag? How was it even using pictures of him in the first place? Tim pondered these questions and more as he deftly put on the bra, fastening the clasps behind his back as though he possessed years of experience. His body was moving on its own, grabbing the denim booty shorts out of the bag and shimmying them up his legs.

Tim thanked no one in particular for the fact that his body was relatively hairless, only belatedly wondering why he would care about that. It’s not like anyone would see him dressed like this. Still, the idea of showing off tempted him, and he couldn’t help but to agree. *If* someone saw him like this, that would be hot as hell. Last up, the crop top. If the booty shorts were a struggle to put on, this tight tube of fabric was nearly impossible. Ultimately, Tim managed the dark green garment over his body, adjusting the bra underneath to fit more comfortably on his chest.

Well, that was that. Here he was dressed up in his clothes - no, his sister’s clothes. Tim shook his head. Despite being tight fitting, it seemed natural to think of them as his own clothes. That would have been concerning, if another thought hadn’t entered his mind, stealing priority away from everything else. He just had to see how it looked. Sighing, stuffing his old male clothes into the shopping bag, Tim stepped out of the stall and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror.

“Holy shit…” Tim gasped. His fingers ruffled through his hair, puffing it up so that it looked fuller than usual. He leaned forward, and pursed his lips, mirroring the poses he had seen on the computer. “I’m… god, I’m hot…” Tim couldn’t believe that he was looking at himself in the mirror. The heavily effeminate figure mirrored all his poses and copied his motions, but it looked like a hot girly. Hell, he could probably pass for a female if it wasn’t for the throbbing bulge in his pants.

“Hi,” he whispered. The cute girly in the mirror whispered it back with him. “Hi, I’m… I’m Tina.” Tina. That felt like a cute enough name for a cute girly like him… herself. Tina smiled at herself, waving her fingers to her reflection. Only one thing left to do. The words “PUBLIC GIRLY” throbbed in her brain, like a drum beat that wouldn’t quit.

Tina pushed open the door to the bathroom and stepped out into the coffee shop. Ass cheeks practically hanging out of her shorts, she strode away from the men’s room - that in itself catching attention, why would such a hot girly be leaving the men’s room? - and returned to her seat. She looked over the abandoned laptop and the news feed that still adorned its screen. A few quick keystrokes, and she was looking at pictures of barely dressed men. Pouty lips found their way around a couple fingers and she started to suck. Heads turned and people whispered in the coffee shop, but Tina didn’t care. She was good at being a cute, hot, sexy, girly - a public girly at that - and that meant showing off for everyone.

Across from Tina in the coffee shop was a stranger in a hoodie hiding behind their laptop. They watched on their computer as Tina’s web traffic changed to something befitting a slutty girly. Another patron opened up their laptop, and connected to the public WiFi. Unencrypted, with no VPN or other protections against intrusion. It was too easy to load the magical hypnosis virus over the network to this new computer. The stranger looked over at the newcomer - a petite woman - and smirked. This time, he’d hypnotize her into being an obedient little puppy. Time for his little game to start again.