"That is strictly for the protocols - we have to begin this inquiry and tests by accepting what the courts have already ruled or it will seem as if we are siding with you. Because I believe you are innocent, I know that we can prove it eventually. You'll have to trust us on this, we have to play by their rules in order to make our case." Dr. Wingate explained.

Trinity nodded, though remained doubtful.

"Now then, I'm going to try some hypnosis on you, take you back to when you were a little bit younger, about 11 or so. I know you feel your father has been terribly neglectful of you, ignoring your needs, being callous with your emotions, refusing to acknowledge that you were a budding and beautiful woman. So many girls are horribly abused like that by uncaring fathers, it is a sad fact of life. He probably meant well in some sick way, but I know the hurt it leaves behind. I want you to imagine for me, what it would have been like. Tell me how you should have been treated by your father. I know you must have dreamt about being loved by him properly as any developing teen should be. Tell me about how it could have been . " Dr. Wingate prompted softly.

Trinity sighed softly, "Oh . yes . I've dreamed about that lots and lots. I was an early bloomer . I was so proud because I was the first in my class to start growing boobs and I got little hairs down there." Trinity began, her voice seeming to change from childlike innocence to defiance.

"I'm not supposed to call it a cunt you know . not nice to do that. Didn't used to call it that. Called it a vagina like Mom taught me to. And a clitoris." Trinity giggled a little before continuing. "I really kind of like those old fashioned words you know. They sound stupid, but they're nice sort of. Like sex to mean the whole vagina and member or manhood to mean a man's cock. It's different but now I use the bad words cause I'm pissed and don't care what people think. It's all fucked up anyway." Trinity said, getting angry now.

"Hold on . " Dr. Wingate said gently, taking Trinity's hand, "I want you to tell how it could have been , so we can change it and make it happen. Imagine how it would be if your father didn't ignore you, if he was proud of your growing breasts, your new womanly body. Imagine all that you wanted to happen . so that we can make it happen . " Dr. Wingate urged softly, stroking Trinity's inner thigh and then cupping her breast gently.

"Yeah . much nicer to think about that. Dreamed about it all the time, every day and more. Used to try and find ways to surprise Daddy." Trinity giggled. "I would forget to take my clothes with me into the bathroom and come out naked after a shower. Then I would wear things that were sexy and I wouldn't wear underwear and bend down in front of him or reach for things or just all kinds of things. I tried to cuddle with him in bed, letting my nightgown bunch way up so I could press my boobies against his naked back . and I tried to snuggle down low to get to his penis. I wanted his penis in my mouth. Friends told me that women would put their mouths on a man's penis . cock . and do stuff that men really liked. But I guess I didn't do it good because he always told me I was being bad." Trinity pouted.

"But . if it was like it was supposed to be I would have been able to do that and I wouldn't have had to do that preacher man though he was nice. But I wanted my Daddy to do that, to teach me like he taught me all those other things like riding a bike, and cooking, and sports and everything. Maybe he would be interested in how my breasts were growing, come see me in the morning and check my boobs and then make me lay down and spread my legs on the bed, and look at my vagina and how it was growing. And maybe he would tell me how to touch myself and play with my clit. He would put his fingers on me and rub me, push his finger inside a bit and tell me that on a special day he would make me a real woman." Trinity smiled softly, fully involved in telling how it could have been.

"Then he would make sure I showered really nice, so I was clean everywhere and massage my breasts because sometimes they hurt a bit. And then make my nipples nice and hard with his strong fingers. He would tell me how to put my mouth on his penis so that it feels good, pushing into my mouth hard until he climaxed with his semen. He would tell me to wear proper clothes, that I shouldn't show myself off to other men because it was private stuff until I was married. I would have to wear neat little uniforms with skirts and blouses and be polite and if I wasn't polite, I'd get spanked on my bare bottom." Trinity continued, her voice sounding childish now and dreamy.

"The teachers in school would be very strict, making me sit straight in my seat, bare bottom on the wooden chair and if I got an answer wrong or didn't do my homework correctly the teacher would bend me over his desk in front of the whole class and use a ruler to spank my bare bottom. The teacher would call my Daddy later so that Daddy could punish me at home too for being bad in school. When I got home from school if I was bad, my Mom would make me kneel in the corner in the living room with my skirt up so my bottom was the first thing Daddy would see when he came in and he would see the marks of the ruler and know that I was bad."

Trinity paused for a while and Dr. Wingate noted the extremely high levels of arousal and strong emotional components that were quite active as Trinity shared her dreams of what could have been. She nodded to her husband who smiled back at her.

"He would come home and see my bare bottom with the red marks on it and sit down in his favorite chair facing me, but of course I couldn't see him until I got to turn around. He would ask me what happened in school and I would tell him that I answered wrong and got punished and was waiting for his punishment. This time would be different though on account of me becoming a woman and all. My boobs had grown and the pubic hair. Even the teacher said something about it in class and everybody laughed. The teacher told me that I had to have new punishments because I wasn't a child any more and that I should tell my Dad that. So I did .

"Daddy, the teacher said I was getting too old for regular punishments." I said quietly, feeling all shy suddenly though I had been kneeling in this corner nearly everyday since school had started.

"He did, did he?" Daddy said in surprise. "Well now, guess I had better take a closer look then. Seems everything was fine this morning when I examined you. Come here and kneel down so I can see what your teacher is going on about."

I came and kneeled at Daddy's feet, afraid to look up at him because something really was different though I didn't know what. I felt all giddy and even a bit dizzy.

"Well?!" he said impatiently, "How do you expect me to see through your blouse and skirt?"

"Oh . sorry Daddy!" I gulped in embarrassment, quickly unbuttoning my blouse and taking off my skirt. I remembered to kneel with my thighs spread really wide so he could see my pubic hair.

Daddy reached out to cup my breasts and he pinched my nipples lightly, nodding. "Quite nice, just like your mother's when I married her."

I beamed when he said that as I was always comparing myself to Mom.

"You do have some nasty old hair down there. Hasn't your mother been helping you get rid of it?" he said, frowning.

I nodded, "Yes Daddy, she did but I just forgot because I keep oversleeping. Guess all this growing and changing just makes me so tired."

He nodded and I was getting nervous. "Your mother show you how to pleasure yourself?"

I nodded shyly. "Yes Daddy. Do you want to see?" I asked, not sure if it was the right thing to do.

"Yes. It's important that you learn to do it correctly and that you do it often unless I have to tell you otherwise." he said, leaning back in his chair and watching me.

I began to panic, because I had never shown him before. I'd been doing it a while now because it seemed I needed to so much . but this was different suddenly, after what the teacher said and everything.

He smiled at me, "Go on, I know you know how. Just close your eyes and pretend you are doing it alone. Men love watching women pleasure themselves."