Chapter 5: The Book Begins

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When my father left us, our family crashed. Aunt Tammy, my mother's sister, had moved in with us. My mother, Sofia, went back to work. To keep me out of trouble, she sent me to some summer programs at the local college.

One of the classes I took had an introduction to hypnosis. I did some more study on my own but needed someone to practice on.

Mom had gotten depressed over Dad's leaving and gained a lot of weight. This only depressed her more. Hence I came up with the idea of hypnotizing her to help her lose weight. Aunt Tammy went under too while just watching. I let her believe she had never been hypnotized.

I added a hypnotic trigger to induce an instant trance, 'Countdown Zero'. I added two to be used in a trance: 'Black Ops' and 'White Ops'. When issued, the person in the trance would have no conscious memory of what went on between these two triggers.

The last trigger I developed was an 'Ultra Logic Loop'. When used, the person in a trance listens to two phrases they cannot dispute as true. Then they are given part of a phrase they must complete based only on the previous phrases. This is to be worked out in their subconscious when not under hypnosis. After completing the loop, they will accept the last phrase as truth.

As a young kid, my mother and aunt had fond memories of us playing Super Heroes together. Using this memory we had, Mom come up with the idea of helping me with a photo project I had. They would be the Super Heroines of a half animated and half real life comic book. Of course, teenage boys' comic books are not always so innocent.

I recruited some of their friends, one of mine and a father and son to help filling the cast needed.

We pick up on the first day of 'The Making of a Super Hero'.

'I can't believe I am dressed like this, ' thought Sofia as she glanced at herself in the mirror. She was dressed in a skin-tight, light green leotard. A dark forest green 'bikini' bottom was pulled over it with a matching mini-skirt covering it. A black mask covered her eyes like a raccoon mask. Two capital B's were centered on a white circle over her ample breasts. The circle was outlined with a two-inch black line. Dark green leather gloves came halfway up her biceps. Matching boots with four-inch heels hugged her legs, ending mid-way up her thighs.

'I know not much skin shows, but this outfit doesn't conceal much either. I am glad I skipped that brownie for desert at lunch.'

Her sister Tammy's image appeared in the mirror. "You look hot."

So did she! Tammy had a similar outfit to Sofia's, but with a lavender leotard and dark plum accessories. Three letters filled her circle in an inverted pyramid. 'SL' were the top two letters with a 'T' centered underneath.

Sofia was a little surprised at her reaction to her sister's outfit. Lately, she had started to not only notice if other women were dressed sexily, but also to appreciate it on a whole new level. She knew it was normal for women to notice women. She was still turned on by men more than women, so she must not be gay. Still, it took some getting used to it.

SOFIA

"Let's go see how the director likes it," smiled Tammy. "Don't forget your utility belt." She handed me a three-inch wide gold belt with a 'net-gun' on it. A net-gun is a ten-inch rod about two and a half inches in diameter. It had a black rubber grip on one end with a red push button trigger. When the trigger is pushed, compressed air shoots a net at the criminals to be apprehended (at least it worked in the comics). Along with the net gun hanged two pair of handcuffs, a fifty-foot long climbing rope and several utility pouches, which made it an authentic 'super hero' utility belt.

Tammy snapped on her utility belt, which was the same except instead of a net-gun she had a whip-of-compulsion. When the whip was around a person, they were compelled to obey whoever was holding the end to the whip.

Jeffrey, my son, was the 'director'. He had a photo project come up in his class and I had come up with the idea of Tammy and I being superheroes for a comic book he would write. It would give us time to have fun together as a family and help Jeffrey with school.

I was "Barbie the Beast" and Tammy was "Susie the Lion Tamer". Jeffrey had come up with the names. Since he was the writer and director we didn't argue.

Jeffrey was in the cellar getting the 'studio' ready. He had transformed it into a photo studio. He was wearing his villain costume. He looked like a biker, with a black leather coat with a skull embroidered on the back and pants. A black shirt with a creepy skull peaked out from his coat. He also wore biker boots and a reproduction of a WWII German helmet with a skull airbrushed on the front. A pair of tinted goggles hung around his neck. Black leather gloves were stretched across his hands. Damn, he didn't look like my son anymore. He had really grown up into a fine young man. His character's name was 'Ram Rod'.

A few others were down there. People whom Jeffrey had asked to help with the film. All the rest had villain identities and would fill in as extras when needed.

There was Tommy, who Jeffery had hung out with since grade school. I used to baby-sit him when he was little. He was Jeffrey's sidekick. He was similarly attired as 'Ramrod', but in dark brown leather and his helmet and shirt were plain black. His blond hair and blue eyes made the helmet look more authentic. He was known as 'Speedstar'.

Then, there were Sally and Jane, who had agreed to help with Jeffery's project. I would have felt foolish standing in front of them in my costume except they also had on their own super villain costumes. Sally's was an all-black latex outfit that hid even less than mine. She had to be sans undergarments because any seam would have shown in that kind of outfit. I could almost make out her nipples. A half-latex mask covered the top of her head, ending just below the nose. She had a two-inch metal disc attached to a headband that blended in with the mask. Latex gloves and six inch heeled black ankle boots accented her costume. The letters "BENT' ran diagonally down her front.

Jane was her sidekick. She wore a similar outfit in bright yellow and no metal disk. She was busy helping Sally straighten up her outfit. 'TWIST' circled her waste. Damn if her nipples weren't stretching the latex to their limit.

Then, Joe and Randy came around the corner. I couldn't help but blush and try to cover up a little. The dirty old man was always trying to get a look at Tammy or me. His son was no better. I don't know why Jeffrey picked them to help. He said he wanted a little diversity of characters. They still seemed like creeps to me.

Joe had a huge cranium 'hat' over his head. It was made to look like he had a huge brain. Didn't he wish he had brains? Still it looked pretty authentic. He had a fake goatee also dyed red on. Red-rimmed sunglasses hung on his face. A red shirt hung on his upper body with a lightning bolt on it. He wore silver metallic gloves. Red pants and red sneakers completed his Zapper's outfit.

Randy smiled showing a set of fake gold teeth. His sunglasses had pale blue rims, which matched his pale blue shirt stretched tightly across his rotund belly. He wore a jacket with black and white prison stripes and matching pants. He wore a ratty pair of old black converse sneakers. His character, Snapper, was as unkempt as his real counterpart.

Tammy's friend Cindy came out. She had on a costume similar to Tammy and mine. Her leotard was white. She had red 'bikini' bottoms and a red mask raccoon mask. In the white circle on her chest stood a capital 'CN' with a 'T' underneath. Her gloves and boots were red. Her stockings were red and white-candy striped.

As I approached Jeffrey looked me over. Damn, it sent shivers down my spine when a man did that.

"You look good Mom," he complimented me. It was amazing how good his complements made me feel. "You should lose the skirt though, it is too old school."

Loose the skirt, it felt like my only covering!

"Yeah, Sofia," agreed Tammy. "Look at me."

Hell, I did look at her. Not much modesty there. She used to be on my side on things like this, now she always seems to side with Jeffrey.

"Oh," I yelped in surprise as Tammy pulled it down. The others just laughed. I felt like smacking my sister. Well, it wasn't like the other women were showing any less. Shit, I showed more in a swimsuit.

"Time for our actors mantra," Jeff interrupted my thoughts. "Now, repeat after me," He said.

"I am a method actor."

"I am a method actor," we chorused after him.

"As a method actor/actress, I feel what my character feels," he continued with us echoing him, the ladies substituting in 'actress' where the males used 'actor'. "I understand what my character understands. I enjoy what my character enjoys.

"I am an actor/actress, I will do what needs to be done for the sake of the story. I will not be bashful or hold back. I will do what my director asks of me to do.

"I love being an actor/actress. It makes me feel good. It is an honor and privilege to act."

The next few hours had us posing for cover shots. Jeffrey wanted to get us in some shots with all of us in costume at the same time. If we weren't in a shot, we sat on the side and either watched or played cards.

I was in most of the shots. The first few were solo ones. He had me making muscles and sticking out my chest. Damn if I wasn't getting more relaxed and more into it as we did it.

Then, he had me buckle into a harness that left me suspended about three feet from the floor. With a fan directed at me, he walked around me snapping pictures of me in flight.

Finally, he had some action pictures of us fighting the villains. In one picture Randy, I mean Brawns; we were supposed to call each other our stage names to help us stay in character; holding me around the waste while I kicked out at his partner, Zapper. With my feet out in front of me I was pressed firmly against the bulge in his pants. I found myself partially sickened and partially aroused by this.

After another hour of shots, he had us get in a group pose. I was at the center with the others crowded around me. I found their touch to be almost intoxicating.

I am afraid if it were not for synthetic clothe, I would have one dark spot between my legs. As it was, I could feel my moisture creeping down my thighs. Tammy's crotch pressed against my thigh was not much drier.

"One last set of shots," Jeffrey announced. "This is an intro set for BB, Susie, Speedstar and Ramrod. Cindy, I might need you to help snap some pictures."

"Can I use the bathroom first," I asked. I really needed to dry myself off, maybe even get myself off while I was at it.

"Not just yet," Jeffery told me. "We are almost done."

With that, he led us over to another part of the basement. This looked more like a medieval torture chamber, with chains and ropes hanging about. A shiver went up my spine as we got closer. Again, I was caught between revulsion and excitement; excitement seemed to be winning the battle.

"While Speedstar and I finish the set up here, I need you to take off your boots and tights," he instructed, pointing at two sets of stretched white sheets hanging off in one corner of the basement. "Viola! The changing room," he smiled. "Ladies go to the right and men go to the left."

Tammy and I headed over there. He had quite an assortment of outfits, wigs, shoes and boots along the wall next to the changing room.

The corner of the basement was fairly dark and I was glad to see he had set up set several spot lights up along the wall for us to get dressed by. I turned on the light switch after we got back there. It was almost blinding.

We had to help each other get our boots off. Unsnapping my leotard, I turned my back to Susie and removed my tights. Fearing my soaking thong might show, I removed and bundled it with my tights. I gave my vagina a quick swipe with the bundle, soaking up as much extra moisture as I could. I turned around to see my sister trying to do the same thing.