Dykeification Ch. 10

"Nope," Cameron jeered. "You're done!"

Grace refused to rise to his taunts. "I think I should at least, like, get to say something in my own defense."

"Wow. You've got some nerve!" Cameron laughed. "You know what? Fine. Go ahead. Say your piece. But it won't matter. We know your tricks."

Grace simply turned to face Dani, who had stopped in his tracks to look at her. Grace offered her a slight smile. "Watch closely, Dani."

That night, Grace had dressed up to accompany Dani to her premiere. Her outfit wasn't flashy, but it was professional - a smart, black jacket over a neat, white blouse, with some heels and a pencil skirt that looked deliciously enticing wrapped tight around the trans woman's soft, curvy form.

Within moments, the whole outfit was discarded on Dani's floor.

Grace had stripped as quickly and efficiently as she could, and was left wearing nothing but a set of black, lacy lingerie. Then, she simply stood, with one hand resting on one hip, looking at Dani.

Cameron was scoffing incredulously. But Dani was utterly spellbound.

Desire reared and roared within it, bringing with it memories of all the things she and Grace had done together. All the things Dani had done to that wonderful body of hers. Despite everything, Dani was filled with warmth. And the warmth felt good.

"Like what you see, right?" Grace giggled mischievously, like Cameron wasn't even there. "Thought so!"

"What is this?" Cameron said impatiently.

"More than you ever liked what you saw with him." Grace winked. "Right?"

Dani didn't know what to say to that; she was still simply dumbfounded at the sight of her PA.

"In fact, it kinda seems like everything is going better than when you were with him!" Grace shifted her weight from one leg to the other, swinging her hips alluringly. "Your career, your look, your self-image..."

"That doesn't matter!" Cameron snapped. "It's all fake!"

Grace giggled again, and, still looking only at Dani, rolled her eyes. "Who cares?"

Dani blinked. "H-huh?"

"Who cares if it's fake?" Grace's grin widened. "This is Hollywood, babe! Everyone here is faking. Plus, like, how fake is it, exactly? You totally want to fuck me, and you totally don't want to fuck him. That makes you a dyke in my book. Doesn't matter how you got that way."

"But," Dani replied hesitantly, "you... you brainwashed me!"

"I sure did," Grace agreed. Then, her demeanor shifted completely. She bent forwards, using her elbows to squeeze her tits together and present them to Dani, a bratty smirk on her face. "Haven't I been naughty? Don't I deserve a spanking? Don't you want to punish me, daddy?"

Cameron spluttered in helpless outrage. Dani, though, was seeing red. She wanted to punish Grace so bad. She was just itching to touch her again.

But... that was all wrong? Wasn't it?

Was it?

"Come on, Danielle," Cameron insisted. "We're leaving."

"You don't have to go with him." Grace kept eye contact with Dani. "You can stay here. With me. You can totally keep all this."

"H... how..." Dani breathed, shaking her head.

"It's a choice," Grace replied. "A real simple choice, babe. What do you think your life is gonna be like if you go with him, huh? Probably, a whole lot like how it was before you met me."

"Don't listen to her!" Cameron warned. Dani couldn't look away from Grace.

"But stay here with me." Grace continued, effortlessly ignoring him, "and all this is yours. Yours to keep. And you know how good it all feels." She shrugged. "Two lives, spread out in front of you. It's a fork in the road. It's all on you, babe."

"But..."

Dani was at war with herself. Grace's words rang true in her heart. She wanted what her assistant offered. Perhaps even more strongly than that, she wanted Grace herself. A fire had been lit within her. Grace's words made an alarming amount of sense. But Dani couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't as simple as her assistant pretended. That she wasn't allowed to choose what Grace was offering. It felt like sophistry; like a way to avoid the fact that was staring her clear in the face.

"But you did this to me," Dani said to her. "This is what you want."

"Duh. But it's what you want too, now. Kinda always has been, babe. Right from the start. Right from the very first little push I gave you. It always felt good, right?" Grace giggled. "Maybe all this was part of you all along. Maybe I just set it free."

"That's ridiculous!" Cameron interrupted angrily. "Danielle, there's no way you can seriously believe this!"

"There totally is," Grace insisted calmly. "It's all up to you. Whatever makes the medicine go down easier."

"I..."

Dani couldn't decide. She was paralyzed. Choosing Cameron seemed right, but it felt wrong. And Grace was the opposite. Grace was exactly what Dani was craving, but niggling thoughts in the back of her mind held her back.

"Just tell me this, Dani," Grace said gently. "It felt good, right? Being a dyke?"

Even though she was shamefully conscious of the way Cameron was looking at her, Dani nodded. That was one thing she couldn't bring herself to deny.

"Sex with girls," Grace pressed. "It felt good. Really good."

"Y-yeah," Dani agreed, a touch breathily, as Cameron groaned impatiently at the two of them.

"You know why that is," Grace suggested, her smile widening. "Don't you, Dani?"

The answer supplied itself to Dani at once. It was always lurking in her subconscious, having been hammered there by a dozen different mantras, repeated hundreds and thousands of times. Compared to how hard it was to choose between Grace and Cameron, letting the mantras flow through her was simplicity itself.

"Sex with girls is special," Dani intoned. "Sex with girls is important. Sex with girls is precious."

"Dani!" Cameron yelled incredulously.

Once again, Grace ignored him. "Being able to fuck girls is so important to you."

"Being able to fuck girls is so important to me."

Despite everything, a dreamy smile was starting to come to Dani's face. It was so nice to let herself relax into those nice, familiar words.

"Sex with girls is important," Grace repeated. "And when something's important, you don't give it up."

"Sex with girls is important," Dani echoed. "And when something's important, I don't give it up."

"Dani!" Cameron yelled again, louder. "Can't you see what she's doing to you?"

His voice was starting to fade into the background of Dani's mind. She blocked it out, just as she always did with stray, insignificant noises when Grace was helping her to relax. Cameron's yelling was nothing compared to the ocean of calm, quiet trance that awaited her.

"Sex with girls is important," Grace went on, keeping her voice low and even, calming and soothing, "because you want to fuck girls."

"I..." Dani hesitated, but it was as much excitement as doubt that caught her tongue. "I want to fuck girls."

She did. She could feel it. She was vibrating with it.

"You want to fuck girls." Grace giggled quietly. "And what do we call someone who wants to fuck girls."

Dani's heart skipped a beat. "A... lesbian."

"A dyke," Grace said.

Dani knew her assistant loved the bite that one little word had. Dani had grown to love it too. "A dyke."

"If you love girls, you're a dyke," Grace told her.

"Yes," Dani said. Her voice had become completely empty of feeling.

"And you love girls."

"Yes."

"So what does that make you, babe?"

"A..." Dani's mouth went dry. "A dyke. I'm a dyke."

Grace licked her lips. "Oh, babe. You sure are."

"No, that's-" Cameron stepped towards them, shaking his head, face filled with fury. "No! You're just... Danielle, she's just hypnotizing you again! Don't listen to her! Snap out of it!"

"You really don't get it, do you?" Grace finally turned to look at him. Her grin was full of both pity and mockery. "If she wanted to listen to you, she'd be listening to you instead. Hypnosis isn't magic. But she isn't, is she? She's listening to me."

At that, Cameron's face darkened, and he glared hatefully at Grace. "Just shut up already! You can't do this to me!"

He took a step towards Grace; just one single step, before catching himself. But Grace seized on the opportunity anyway. Even though she didn't look even the slightest bit afraid of him, she fled into Dani's arms, pressing herself up against the celebrity's body and clinging to her desperately.

Dani's instincts kicked in right away. She folded her arms around her assistant protectively, and then gasped as she felt the warmth of the other woman's body. But that warmth wasn't enough for her. Her head was full of thoughts of fucking girls, and she needed more. One of her hands slipped around Grace's waist, allowing her to feel the curve of her assistant's body, while the other came to rest on her incredible ass.

Grace immediately let out a low, purring, satisfied moan. She rested her head on Dani's chest for a moment, planting a few sweet little kisses on her skin - before turning back to look at Cameron, taunting him with her smug, victorious gaze.

"Danielle..." he whined plaintively, before trying to rally himself. Cameron made himself stand taller, and sound more commanding. "Danielle! Come with me, right now! Last chance!"

The urgency of his plea fell on deaf ears. Dani was paying less attention to him than ever. She only had eyes for Grace, and she was determined to drink in everything about how Grace made her feel. It wasn't just about lust or pleasure. It was about power. Having Grace in her arms made Dani feel strong and confident in a way that was utterly intoxicating.

This was what being a dyke meant to her. She was a lesbian. A top. A dominant. She loved fucking women. She wanted to make girls squirm and writhe underneath her. Dani had never felt such effortless self-assurance ever before in her life.

How could she ever give that up?

With Grace in her arms, Dani felt like she was standing on firm ground again. The intense confusion and conflict she'd been experiencing just moments ago was already fading from memory. This was who she was. She felt more and more certain of that with each passing moment, as long-familiar mantras continued to echo through her brain.

I like girls.

I get turned on by girls.

I want to fuck girls.

I want to top girls.

The words were in her own voice as much as in Grace's. Dani wasn't trying to fight them. She welcomed them into the core of her being. What did it matter where they came from, when they felt this good?

Maybe these feelings and urges had been locked up tight inside Dani all along, just as Grace had suggested.

Perhaps that was just a comforting fiction. But Dani had the power to choose what kind of story she wanted her life to be. Why wouldn't she pick the one that felt this fucking amazing?

Dani's fingers sank deeper into Grace's ass, the tips of her nails teasing around the hem of her panties, threatening to pry them away from her body. She groped her just like she had groped Bella Kennedy earlier, reveling in the power of her touch, in the way it made this other girl shudder and cling and moan.

If anything, though, Grace's ass was even better. Dani had always loved a girl with some meat on her bones.

Grace looked up at Dani with need in her eyes, and she bit her lip in that coquettish way she knew drove her employer crazy. She let out a breathy sigh, looking up adoringly at Dani, and pushed her ass back to meet Dani's hand.

"Fuck," Grace breathed. "I'm so glad I made you so good at this."

Dani grinned right back down at her. "Me too."

Grace stretched up to press her lips to Dani's, and they kissed. Both of them were hungry for it, and Dani pushed her tongue into her assistant's mouth to claim her. She didn't care that Cameron was watching. She just wanted to use Grace to feel good, and she knew Grace was equally eager to be used. Their relationship may not have been particularly romantic, but they had shared a bed more than enough times to know how to get each other off.

"Danielle!" Cameron shouted. "C'mon!"

He had lost. It was obvious from his voice and the look on his face. He'd lost and he knew he'd lost, but he couldn't quite bring himself to face up to it yet. Dani just stared at him pityingly.

"That's not my name anymore," she said firmly. "Now get out of my house."

Cameron clearly understood there was no arguing with that. He turned tail and left quickly, pausing only to turn back and yell: "I'm gonna tell everyone. You'll regret this."

And then he was gone. Dani was left holding Grace, once again feeling utterly confident and assured in her identity. She glanced down at her assistant.

"Is that anything we need to worry about?" she asked.

"Nah." Grace giggled. "Hypnosis to turn people gay? Please. His career's gonna be even more over than it already is."

"Good." Dani suddenly pulled away from Grace and made to lead her by the hand toward Dani's bedroom. "Follow me."

"You sure?" Amusement glinted in Grace's eyes. "We could probably still make it back to the premiere."

"We could," Dani agreed, before a lopsided smirk came to her face. "But you've been a naughty girl. Remember? Now it's time for your punishment."

Giggling excitedly, Grace skipped after Dani as the celebrity led her assistant into the master bedroom and closed the door behind them.