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Frame of Mind

“Age is a frame of mind,” they always say, and I once heard that what you look like in a mirror heavily affects how you feel about yourself. I wouldn’t have remembered either of the two pieces of trivial advice, but I had been feeling old lately. Too old. I had aged well, but I had just turned thirty. It wasn’t the worst thing to happen, but I was no longer twenty. It worried me, so I started seeking youthful clothing. They were flashy, colorful, and very eye-catching.

I was on my usual jog in clothes brighter than I’d usually wear when I bumped into another guy. He wasn’t jogging but rather walking absentmindedly, observing the scenery. He looked older than me with a worn face and full beard. He was also larger than me, and when I inevitably fell on my ass, he quickly helped me up, apologizing profusely. Having reached my cardio goal for the day anyway and since he invited me, I walked along with him. We talked of the deeper things in life and developed a real sense of trust. I eventually unloaded my concern of age to him to which he laughed. He revealed that he was something of professional hypnotist and gave me his card.

I ended on his fluffy, cow-print couch the next day. He had me a bunch of weird things like breathe, count backwards, and visualize staircases, but I didn’t think any of it worked until he started telling me how young I am. He told me that young men like me are virile and open-minded. I had nothing to prove. I simply wanted what happened to prove my youth. I wanted to wear these clothes, but right now I wanted to take them mostly off. I wanted to stroke my cock in virility, and I wanted to show my hole in open-mindedness.

Young people were always so open-minded, weren’t they? They’d believe anything you told them, and the hypnotist told me that I was already so much younger than him. Perhaps I should become even younger? I began forgetting things. College became a blur, then high school. I couldn’t recall a single detail about my career, and being so open-minded, I believed the hypnotist when he told me that I never had a career. I was just some dumb kid stroking away at my big, adult cock.

The hypnotist sort of became my guardian after that. Being open-minded, it didn’t seem weird. It’s all just a frame of mind anyway.

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