Adonis & Aphrodite                    by: Rachel Ann Cooper         © 1999

 

Ken was from my home town, a town we both had tried to get away from but despite going on to college, we were drawn back by the lure of family, friends and a base of small industry that was growing. My name is Margaret but most people call me Peggy. Ken was two years ahead of me in school and had been working as a numerical control programmer and doing rather well when I graduated with my degree in sociology with a minor in psychology. I got on the staff of the local hospital and was working with troubled teens. I must say that some of them were not only troubled but rather unusual in their appearance also.

I had dated Ken a few times but I always thought he was just a little too full of himself. I mean, he was cute and somewhat of a track and field star, a hardbody, but he really had an ego that walked out front of him even though he was only 5'8" or so. When we met again at a square dance one night given by the 4-H, he had changed in appearance some. He knew how to dress now and he wore his hair a bit longer and still had his earring and neck chain that a former girlfriend had given him. I still thought he was cute though and when he asked me for a date, I thought, ‘what the heck’!

We got along pretty well on that first date. He had mellowed some and wasn’t quite the jerk I thought he was in high school. He was going to have to make some more adjustments to his thinking processes before he got me in the sack though. I was still (almost) a virgin and had some definite ideas about the kind of guy I wanted. Of course, with my educational background, I did have the ability to mold and reshape a person’s thinking as my stock in trade, so he didn’t appear as an ‘out of the running’ candidate as a husband and he did have a reasonably good future. A girl has to consider these things in a prospective mate after all.

So, I decided to give him a chance. We began to date on a fairly regular basis and he was somewhat affectionate and that was in his favor. He still had a big ego though and that just left me wanting to take him down a peg or two. He had a good deal to learn about how to treat a lady like ladies like to be treated. Ken was fairly typical of males I think. He was more concerned with HIS needs than anyone else’s and didn’t offer me a lot of help or support. Neither of us was living at home anymore which was a plus except when I went over to his place, I usually ended up having to clean it. He was such a slob. Talk about your bachelor pads!

His mom kept such a neat house too by comparison. Must have inherited that from his dad. You had to be careful what you ate or drank from his ‘frig too. Men!

Still, in this town, and after looking around a while, he began to look like one of the better prospects even though I knew I’d have to train him after we were married. I think that’s pretty typical too. At least, that’s what my Mom said. She said "even if the horse proposes, it doesn’t mean you can put a bridle on him." Of course, he hadn’t even asked me yet but I felt it coming. I noted with interest on pondering this that my Dad was rather well trained over the years and Mom could usually ‘reason’ with him. He’d put on his apron and help her with the dishes.

After several months, the proposal finally came and, with a few minor reservations about my being up to the task, I accepted and we were married in a small church wedding. The honeymoon was nothing to write home about as Ken proved he was only interested in HIS needs again. I was prepared for that. He definitely needed guidance. Like most hunting dogs, he needed to be domesticated and housebroken. Well, OK. I decided right then that if I had to begin with a litter box, I’d get the job done eventually.

Over the ensuing months, I tried all sorts of things to domesticate him with varying results, none of which thrilled me. I tried to concentrate on his good qualities but he was so MALE, so insensitive. He never stopped to smell the roses but just went through life like the proverbial bull in the china shop putting one foot in front of the other in what became a rather dull routine. I just had to find a way to ‘adjust’ him and that was all there was to it. I talked to his mom and she did give me some helpful advice but it met with mixed results as before. She was definitely on my side in this though and shared her insights.

She told me that she had early on decided to get his father to help her with the dishes and that progressed to her putting an apron on him which he eventually came to appreciate as they didn’t use an automatic dishwasher and he didn’t change clothes when he came home from the office. I tried that with Ken and it worked to some degree but just didn’t have the punch I wanted. He did accept the apron though.

Ken had a couple of cronies from work he liked to fish with and of the two, Marty was a bit off the wall, not the type I’d expect my he-man husband to hang around with but then they say, "no accounting for taste." I didn’t dislike him. If anything, he was a bit too nice and refined, a gentleman or gentile person, whatever’s correct these days. When he came to dinner, he always offered to help with anything that needed doing and needing the company, I began relating to Marty kind of like a girlfriend. It was then that I realized that he actually was a bit effeminate. I did not see this as a bad thing. If anything, I hoped some of his gentile manner might rub off on Ken. Oh, if it only would. I’d give anything to turn him into a real helpmate who appreciated my side of life.

Marty was still a bachelor living at home just a couple miles down river from the local chemical plant. I think he was in his early twenties although it was hard to tell. He looked younger but he had to be at least that old. His dad worked some kind of packaging machine at the plant and they had a small farm on about 15 acres, just enough to feed themselves with stuff his mom canned. She was forever canning.

Over the next year, Marty was at our apartment a lot. I encouraged Ken to bring him over and enjoyed talking to him. He was well read and could talk about anything including women’s subjects like hair and fashion. Funny thing was, the longer I knew Marty, the less of a HIM he was and the more effeminate he became. He was becoming downright androgynous in general. I don’t know if this escaped Ken or if he just didn’t care because they always had so much fun together. It really didn’t matter I suppose as I slowly began to see that Ken was beginning to soften, to think and act just a little more like Marty, more gentile but not really effeminate. Maybe I was going to get my wish. I wondered of course what the heck was going on with Marty the way we’d go on about women’s subjects during the commercials of a ball game or at the dinner table and Ken never seemed to mind anymore. We’d talk about hair care products or even clothes. I think it irritated him at first but he eventually got over it and once in awhile Marty could even draw him into our conversations. It felt strange but I liked it.

Ken had saved his money these last two years and had enough for a down payment on a house we liked a little upstream from Marty. It was good bottom land and had about ten acres with it. We could raise a steer and a hog and I loved to garden. The soil was rich. The house was on higher ground but the fields got a periodic spring flood. There was that chemical plant where Marty’s dad worked upstream that made, among other things besides animal feed, vitamin and mineral supplements and also supplements for post menopausal women. It was such a small operation that I don’t think the F.D.A. even knew they existed and they had a little company store where you could buy anything they made at a considerable discount, even the stuff that ordinarily took a prescription because it was damaged in some way and they wanted to recover their costs and apparently weren’t afraid of getting caught.

For a little operation, I was amazed at the variety of stuff they made. And the best part was it was cheap because a lot of it was factory ‘seconds’ they couldn’t sell retail at ANY price so I think they just sold it at cost. I’m something of a health freak so I bought a lot of their supplements because of the price. We were about a half mile down from the plant and I guess they used the water too but with EPA regulations, I figured it was still safe. It never bothered ME anyway, not in any way I could discern. We never got sick from it, I’m sure.

They would give tours of the plant once a month and, being interested in manufacturing in general, I took one. It was really intriguing, especially in the area where they made their pharmaceuticals. The MEN all seemed very effeminate like Marty and ‘chesty’, especially the ones in their 20s and the older the guy, the more of a ‘figure’ he had although they did tend to get ‘fluffy’ like most people their age. I noticed that no one wore gloves or masks in there. That confirmed my suspicions about their anonymity regarding the EPA. The middle aged men looked even more feminine with obvious and pronounced bosoms and gorgeous complexions and hair with very little if any beard shadow. I mean, I knew they were males but they looked and acted like ladies. If actions speak louder than words, their actions were screaming "female" at the top of their lungs. Their movements were fluid, their walk a gentle sway, you know? That set my little mind to working. Marty didn’t work there but he did LIVE downstream. I wondered what his dad looked like but even though we went through packaging, I had no idea who he was. The men there looked a bit more manly, although not by much.

Our house didn’t have a well. The water in the stream had always been so good tasting that the previous owners had just piped the water up to the house with a pump and through a regular string filter to take out any sediment and bugs. They had re-piped it in PVC so there was no rusty taste at all. It tasted like bottled water only better and was always nice and cold even in the summer. That left all the minerals and good stuff in the water and of course & there was no chlorine like in town. It was really a neat system and the water tasted wonderful. Maybe that’s why Ken drank so much of it in iced tea and such. When you turned a faucet on, the pump came on.

The same was true of the hot water. There was no storage tank. It had an ‘instantaneous’ hot water heater that fired up when the hot water faucet was turned so no propane was wasted keeping water hot. All the other houses near the stream had wells though. There weren’t any building codes or restrictions out there so we also had a retention pond instead of a septic tank. It was far enough away from the house and the overflow ran into a field full of fruit trees.

We tapped into the line before it got to the filter or the house for a line going out to my garden area putting a second pump on it there and that was the water I used to irrigate with. I really didn’t believe in pesticides but despite that, the garden did very well. There are organic ways of treating pests like spraying with a weak solution of dish detergent or spices or tea. The vegetables did very well and so did the tomatoes which are really fruit. I put up green tomato relish that Ken just loved. It had a strong flavor, but he seemed to like that type of thing, preferring meats of a strong flavor too, like corned beef and hot sausage and he just loved salsa, which I also made using our tomatoes and bird peppers.

We had lived there about six months. I had a nice garden going now, about 30 by 50 feet and a nice mound of ever bearing strawberries. Taking care of the place, the garden and Ken was a full time job and I was glad I didn’t have to work outside the home so to speak even though I did indeed spend a lot of time ‘outside’ doing chores.

I had begun ‘training’ Ken on our wedding night by guiding him in the things that pleasured me. He, of course, was more interested in his own pleasure and the concept of extended play was not in his ‘vocabulary’. I decided that had to change by hook or by crook but was totally up in the air about how to go about it. That remained a mystery until a little light bulb went on about Marty, where he lived and what I’d seen at the chemical plant.

Then I remembered some of the things I had seen at the store, in the plant and also on the Internet, especially those guys in the pharmaceuticals production. I found a site on the web that had some pretty unusual stories on it. It was a ‘transformation’ story archive or something like that. Well, I read some of those stories about how women transformed their husbands into girls and a few of them got me a little wet in my panties. What a naughty thing to do! But why did that excite me? Could I do that to my little Kenny? Was I really capable of doing the same to mine just to train him? I did want to domesticate him, but how far was I willing to go? Would I really ‘get off’ on doing that to my little hubby? Well, maybe!

He wasn’t the totally self serving person that moved into that house by now. I didn’t know how or what, but he WAS changing very slowly but not fast enough to suit me and certainly not like some of those stories that got me excited. I wanted RESULTS and just hanging around with Marty wasn’t changing him THAT much! Yes, I WAS capable of doing a little ‘tampering’ with my hero’s form and future I decided!

I went to the company store one day and began writing down the names of all their generic pharmaceuticals. That done, I went home and hooked up to the Internet and found out what they were, not that I didn’t have a clue after my reading and what some of those guys looked like at the plant. Some of them looked very promising as ‘training’ aids and I decided to get a few. They were SO cheap. Some of the pills had chips in them. Some of the capsules were a little crushed. So? It didn’t matter to me at all. I found myself becoming a little excited at the prospect of what I was about to do to improve Ken’s ‘disposition’ even while I was making my purchases and I got a really good supply just in case something shut down the plant.

From that humble beginning, I took those broken pills and opened the crushed capsules and mixed them together in an experimental ratio, turning them back into powder with my little coffee grinder and then a mortar and pestle so the stuff would dissolve instantly in anything, and then I incorporated the mix into Ken’s lunch meat sandwiches at first. My gut told me something hot might not be the best thing for a vehicle so I never put it in his coffee. Between the strong flavor of the meats and the Dijon mustard, he’d never notice and the lettuce and tomatoes came from our own garden. He had quite an appetite but an equally speedy metabolism and would eat a whole sandwich at both break times plus one at lunch so his ‘doses’ were spread over the work day. I hoped that they would mediate his ego and help me to train him to be a kinder and more considerate person. I must have been doing something right although it took a little while for it to show up, several more months actually. Perhaps he wasn’t getting enough of the ‘mix’. I really had no idea how much to feed him at first.

Now, I must tell you that I was the kind of girl who liked to be a little sexy anyway, and even though I had become somewhat of a farm girl, after the outside work was done, I liked a nice soak and to slip into something really feminine before Ken got home. I didn’t run around in jeans and sneakers all the time the way some women do but rather reveled in my feminine choices of soft clothing like dresses or lounging pajamas and sexy footwear. The house was what you’d call an upscale log cabin and it had hardwood floors which I really liked. It was designed like an A frame but had large dormers on each side that housed the bed and bathrooms. And of course, there was a loft upstairs.

There were rugs but I liked to hear the tap of my heels on the floors reminding me of my girlishness. Just because I was a country girl now didn’t mean I couldn’t be a little stylish or sexy. Ken seemed to appreciate my efforts too. In fact, he was becoming a little less self centered and more considerate lately. Using my psychology training, I was able to gently guide him in becoming a more considerate lover. That was my first goal. I had no idea that I was getting so much help. I’ll get to that in a minute. I really didn’t have all that much faith in spiking his food though.

On a whim, call it a hunch because I didn’t think the rather small quantity of chemicals I was feeding him could have this effect, I sent a sample of both the unfiltered and filtered water off to an independent lab at the nearest ‘big’ city of 150 thousand people where we went for recreation and serious shopping. It was a revelation. Every drop of water we drank and every drop that fed our garden was generously spiked with various female and phyto hormones. No wonder the garden did so well. So that was why Ken had begun to mellow a bit.

Bees can’t do everything. Of course I knew that the addition of these hormones to my diet would do nothing but preserve my youth and beauty and help prevent bone loss and osteoporosis, but Ken, well, would they prevail on HIS youth and BEAUTY too? It appeared SO if Marty was any gauge! He was becoming prettier all the time! It was rather obvious that the plant’s discharge was affecting the stream. Even the fish we caught were supplying us with estrogenic compounds. With this new knowledge, I made it my business to get to know first the wives and then the husbands and children of several of the other families that lived close by on the stream, paying special attention to what their males looked like when I met them.

A couple of them had lived there for several years and appeared quite ‘round’ and sweetly dispositioned. How interesting, I thought. Long term effects? After thinking on it, I realized that the wells too were fed by the aquifer fed by the stream and would naturally contain the same compounds, perhaps in lesser amounts since they were filtered through the ground.

I began to observe Ken as unobtrusively as possible yet took stock of his appearance and attitudes with increased interest. I certainly did want to train him but did I want to turn my adonis into a goddess, a kindred spirit, willing and able to converse on my level? Gee, that sounded like a terribly quirky kind of fun. Oh, I was just so devilish sometimes! I challenged myself. Was it possible? Could I really do it and what would be the finished product??? Could I perhaps turn my Adonis into an Aphrodite like in some of those stories? That was terribly quirky of me to think of but also it got me a little hot and bothered and I just LOVED a challenge. I rationalized that, since he lived here, drank the water and worked at that plant that eventually, this would happen anyway. All I could do would be accelerate his processing.

I got him to let me take a picture of him in his swim trunks for comparison later. With my observations and close inspection of the picture came the realization that he had indeed begun to soften, not only in mind due to my carefully worded suggestions but in body. His muscles no longer rippled and he no longer had a six pack for a stomach. He was becoming smooth...like a girl. I couldn’t help notice either that he seemed to have an increased appreciation for my expressions of femininity like my sexy lingerie and nighties and high heels. When we went out, even just to the local movies, I dressed up, not down, and he seemed appreciative of my efforts. He became more expressive generally and told me he liked seeing me in dresses, even beginning to express some opinions, something he had never done when we were courting. He began commenting on my clothes and shoes.

Now, when Marty came over for dinner or hung around most of the weekend, he was getting the same treatment I was giving Kenny, having his boy hormones blocked and girl ones boosted by what I fed them. We began to become more involved in ‘girl talk’ and Ken began to listen and learn even if it was unconsciously at first. And Marty was beginning to ‘blossom’ all over the place. He was getting downright cute, from a guy’s point of view. Poor kid. Funny thing was, he seemed OK with it and that made me really wonder about his dad. I just HAD to meet him sometime.

As Ken became a bit softer he became a better lover. This gave me the idea that if SOME is good, MORE is better, and I began adding another quarter teaspoon of my ‘compound’ in all of his meals. It didn’t take long before that move showed real promise as I soon noticed more pronounced changes and he actually began to ‘shift’ a little toward goddess like in those stories after only about six weeks on the increased dosage. He was getting a little ‘bouncy’ like Marty, not only in his chest, but in his demeanor. His areolae were expanding.

We were in the ‘big’ city and I was having my hair and nails done. Ken had taken that time to go get a part for our roto tiller but after about an hour, there he was sitting in a chair at the salon waiting for me idly looking through the available reading material. I suppose I don’t need to explain what THAT was. Certainly not ‘Hot Rod.’ He had his nose buried in Cosmopolitan. On the occasions when I was pointed in his direction, he seemed to actually be engrossed. How interesting! I made a note to ask him casually later what he had been reading. I filed this away at once and my little head started scheming.

Before we left, I had suggested, and he had accepted with, what to me was amazing ease, the idea of getting his other ear pierced and his nails done. His hair wasn’t long really, not YET anyway, just a little over his ears and down to his collar but it was thick and full. With the ‘additives’ he was getting, he’d surely not go bald. I didn’t want to push my luck, so I just suggested tiny little gold studs. As we had walked around the mall shopping, I had noticed quite a few fellas with two hoops, some of them a fair size or heavy and even a couple he-man types with dangles, and mentioned how I thought that look was neat and would look nice on him. Then I let it drop. He took the bait. OR, the new chemical balance in his body did. Either way, my baby was on the road to becoming more ‘handsome’ than he or we had ever dreamed. He commented on how he did think the hoops looked nice on a guy we saw with similar hair to his. Marie did a nice job on his nails, not too feminine but I did manage to tell her not to cut them.

He did get a little teasing at work at first about the earrings but it died down. After all, he had been such a macho track star and all and was well respected. When he told me the teasing had ceased, I got him a nice pair of small ½" genuine gold hoops to wear. He accepted them readily and just left them in all the time. From this small beginning, things just seemed to take on a natural progression. Well, perhaps not so natural, but you get the idea. Slowly but surely, Ken began to blossom. His once rock hard body took on increasingly gentler contours. He was still strong but I could see the subtle shift. He was ‘smoother’, less chiseled. His once rock hard pectorals, which protruded from his chest anyway, now protruded further and with much larger brown areola. Then, his ego took a little shift too. He began to take better care of his skin and hair and he let his hair grow. He picked up a few rather feminine mannerisms about his hair too and I noticed my skin lotion and beauty soap disappearing faster.

He and Marty were getting along famously now and nothing Marty could say could keep Kenny out of the conversation. Finally, I asked him what he’d been reading in Cosmo the last time we were at the salon and he said, "oh, it was just something about what was going to in with shoes, dresses and hair for next spring I think. I think the spring styles are going to be really pretty." WELL now!

By the time I was ready for another perm, he needed a haircut. I made an appointment for him to get a trim at my salon, which turned out to be a wash and perm instead much to his and my surprise, and Ken found himself with curlers in his hair under a dryer alongside me. The operator was so taken with his mane, she talked him into doing something stylish with it. It was theoretically a unisex salon, but there was rarely a guy in there. It was so cute seeing Ken under the dryer beside me having another manicure and when we were done and he looked in the mirror, it was obvious he liked what he saw. What I saw was beginning to lean a little more toward perhaps a "Kelly or a Kathy" rather than a Ken. He was definitely getting cuter and the poor dear just couldn’t figure out how he was putting on a little weight as his body began to lose that sinewy definition he had always had. He could still put away a lot of food though but it was depositing nicely for my purposes as his metabolism began to slow to a more leisurely pace and lovely fat began to deposit itself on his thighs, butt, hips and chest.

The salon seemed like a good place to work from as a starting point in my efforts to ‘domesticate’ him and so, even though it was more trouble for me, I quit getting perms and starting going in for a wash and set every couple weeks, making sure to entice him to come on whatever pretext I could think up at the time. He never refused, and soon became comfortable there and got to know the girls and talked with them---girlishly, I might add. He read the fashion and other women’s magazines and when he was sitting beside me under the dryers, I would glance his way seeing him lingering on various articles and particularly on hair, makeup and nail and hand care. It wasn’t long until Marie would finish my manicure and Ken was getting one too at every session. She just sort of teased him into it. I’d never really noticed before but he did have rather slender hands and feet for a man and Marie always gave him a couple coats of hardener and a top coat so his nails began to shine a little and of course, she began to round his nails as they grew longer and she never failed to push his cuticles back. When she was doing nails, she flew on auto pilot. A hand was a hand and deserved to be pretty I guess. Works for ME!

I was pretty friendly with Marie and asked her if she had noticed any changes in Ken since I had started bringing him in. The answer, of course, was yes and I noticed a naughty twinkle in her eyes, not unlike my own. I gave her a couple website addresses to look at and without any further discussion except a wink next time we came in, she began doing Ken’s manicures just like mine, allowing his nails a little more length and roundness. He’d always look at them just like a man does with an inward fist when she was done but she corrected him and showed him how to appreciate his manicures properly with an open, back handed glance. I now had a co-conspirator. How lovely!

We exchanged e-mail addresses and ‘talked’ once in a while about Ken’s ‘progress’. Yes, she did think he was taking on a more feminine appearance although it was quite subtle. She had known him in high school too, so she did have a guideline for comparison. She came right out and asked me if I was doing anything to intentionally Feminize him and, since I enjoyed having someone else in on the joke, confessed that I was indeed working in that direction because I didn’t like my men so macho. I didn’t give her all the particulars on the net as that can be hacked into. Marie knew of Ken’s ego and thought it would be good medicine for him and expressed her willingness to help ‘in any way she could.’

Now that we were going into the city more, I began to engage Ken in more window shopping conversations and found out he had learned quite a lot from his reading and was developing some feminine vocabulary, knowledge and definite opinions about styles and fabrics. How neat, I thought. We now had a new common ground for conversation just I had hoped and not just the usual husband/wife stuff.

He did have an eye for a pretty shoe too. As we visited the shops, I began explaining about the feel and texture of different fabrics and I could see that he was gaining an appreciation for these soft and feminine things as I would make it a point to have him get the feel of various materials. I had decided however to be as subtle as I could stand to be and even though by now had become fascinated with the idea of truly feminizing him like those stories I had read, took to other jewelry as my next step.

I got him a bracelet and necklace, nice ones, for his birthday. Not those big chunky masculine ones either and I got him a pair of zircon dangles too. I began to wear the sexiest undies and high heels I could find and wore them when we went out and at home. I always made sure I had my best wiggle going when I knew he was watching. Of course, this made me a little taller than him. Ken began to express his pleasure at my efforts with some very knowledgeable comments like, "I think the blue D’Orsay pumps would look better with that dress honey".

I was secretly hoping he would become a little jealous of my femininity and as summer of our second year on the land approached, I was rewarded for my patience. He now knew the difference between an empire waist and a regular one, an A line skirt and full one and a lot of other stuff, the proper names for various styles of footwear and lingerie and I had made very special efforts to increase his appreciation for the feel of nylon and satin especially. I had noticed him reading an article one day on ‘how to please your man’ and it discussed clothing, what and how to wear it and some things one did in the bedroom in ‘nice’ terms. Well, I just knew I was going to have to read that article too and find out what he would be expecting and before he could even hint, I gave it to him.

I began to pleasure him in ways I would like to be pleasured. I also began to seduce him by prancing around in hose and heels and a teddy or chemise, flaunting my femininity in his face like it suggested in the article and found it really turned him on as he ran his hands all over me from head to toe. He snagged my hose once so I made him start using hand lotion all the time in addition to his totally feminine manicures and his hands became soft and feminine.

As I became more friendly with my girl neighbors, I decided to ask them to let me see their family albums. Most gals like to share those and so I got to see their men and sons as they grew/matured/changed and without exception, they all had a certain femininity about their appearance if not a downright girlishness especially when I actually met them. They would all start out normal from the time they moved there and then they would slowly change. As I got to know a few of them too, it became all too apparent that the boys especially had been influenced by the local water. One of the baby boys was born with breasts, which does happen if the mothers hormones are running amuck and how could they not? A couple of the young boys were well, quite pretty, which I’m sure caused them no end of problems and they acted a lot like girls too and simply refused to let their hair be cut. One gal, Veronica, showed me a picture of her eldest child, Lee, who had moved to the city before we moved there and was now 20. I didn’t realize, due to the name and his appearance that this was a boy and remarked how attractive ‘she’ was and what a nice figure ‘she’ had in that bikini.

Veronica noticeably flushed and told me that was her SON and told me that he was now living as the girl he appeared to be. They had been out there for 20 years and had raised their four kids there. Veronica was rather worldly, having lived in a couple really large cities in her youth, and seemed OK with it. I asked her how her husband felt about the situation and instead of giving me a direct answer, showed me a picture of him in his also well filled BIKINI showing mucho cleavage about the time he was around 30. He had a really cute face and figure. "Veronica, This is your HUSBAND? I mean, I can see he has matured some since and he does seem a little curvy for a guy. I’ll bet he’d look darling dolled up. How did this happen? Tell me all about it."

It appeared that Veronica hadn’t really shared all this with anyone before but of course, her kids had grown up seeing and knowing and Robert, now 11 and getting ‘bumps’ and who would probably turn out to be Bobbi was headed the same direction. She seemed glad for someone to talk to about it all. "I really don’t know or understand it all that well Peg but my husband and sons are just as feminine in appearance and tastes and manner as my daughters. Naturally when Terri began to take on this flavor to the point it became all to obvious, we went and had his blood examined. We did it with Lee too and the whole family has the same hormones coursing through our blood although the boys to a lesser extent. Now that Lee is living as a girl though, she is taking large doses of female hormones and will have surgery when she’s 21 and she has a steady boyfriend. She doesn’t have a masculine thought in her pretty head. It’s been very hard for me to relate to her as a boy for many years now."

"It was quite upsetting at first but I got used to Terri’s shift and actually enjoyed having him really understand me and then Lee changed too and I just had to accept it. She really is pretty, isn’t she?" "She’s lovely Veronica. I don’t think you have anything to be ashamed of and Terry is quite cute for a middle aged man OR a woman. Does he still have that figure?" "To tell you the truth Peg, I think he looks better in a dress and heels than I do." "You mean he dresses as a woman too?" "For years now, especially since Lee began to look and act more and more like a girl and we finally gave in to letting him follow his heart and dress like one. He just was being himself. Terri always wears ladies lingerie and Ann and Lorraine have completely accepted their daddy Terri with an I instead of a Y. I don’t know how that will influence their relationships when they get married but as Terri changed, we had little choice but to embrace the new ‘she’ in our lives. They only see their daddy dressed as a male when he doesn’t have a choice. His bosom is rather hard to hide anyway and they’ve gotten used to seeing him in nighties. He’s a C cup. All of us wear nighties now, even Bobbie."

"We go to the city as five girls all the time. Now that you know, maybe he will relax and let you meet ‘her’." "I’d love to. Actually this is all quite fascinating because Ken seems to be changing too and you’re the first person I’ve share this with also. His body used to so hard but now he is becoming quite smooth and round and seems to be developing a bosom and hips. I wonder if he’d like to try wearing something girlish too?" I was just dangling a carrot here and preparing her for the future when Ken would, if I had my devious way, become ‘Kelly’ or ‘Kathy’. I had, by now, read a lot more of those stories on the ‘net’ and had found other websites as well and quite frankly, sometimes I caught myself in a compromising position with my left hand as I read these transformation stories. I got some neat ideas from them too. "That’s really a tough one Peg but if it looks like a girl, it would probably enjoy dressing like one too (giggle)."

"You wouldn’t disapprove of my Kenny looking or dressing girlishly in front of your kids?" "I don’t have much room for discrimination in this house Peg. The kids are used to girlish guys and it will probably only be a couple years before Bobbi has to wear a girl’s swim suit too. There isn’t much doubt he’ll end up a girl. His manhood isn’t developing at all. Why don’t you test the waters and see if he’d like something girlish to wear, maybe a nightie or panties and a camisole or something. I noticed how pretty his hair and hands are and his earrings. He’s a lot cuter than he used to be (giggle). He could probably be a cute girl if he wanted to be."

"You know, Marie, down at the salon where we go, said the very same thing to me the other day" I lied. One has to lay a foundation before you build a house after all. "That might be fun. I guess if he’s going to turn girlish on me, he might as well enjoy some of the perks too like Terri huh?" "If he doesn’t reject it out of hand at once, you probably have yourself a new girlfriend I’m afraid and if his body is changing, so is his mind. I learned that the hard way. My Terri is terribly female and she seems to know just what I’m thinking and feeling. It’s really very nice." "I do want him to be happy and he does seem to have a special feeling for femininity lately. OK. I’ll let you know what happens." We finished our coffee and I drove home. Another Ally. How interesting. It had to be the discharge from the plant, at least at their house.

I knew from my schooling that males and females process information differently. I began to wonder if there was a way to make it impossible for his body to utilize his male hormones and so I typed in ‘testosterone blocker’ into a couple search engines. It didn’t take long to find what I needed. I couldn’t actually get that at the store but I could order it over the ‘net’ from overseas, which I did, and that too was incorporated into the ‘mix’ when it arrived a couple weeks later.

Summer was coming and the new styles were out , the styles Kenny had read about, and as we wandered in the mall, I tested the waters. I wanted some new sandals and we went to a self service shoe store. We both got a pair. Ken had never been a sandals kind of guy before. They were rather generic, not terribly this way or that but they came right out of the same isle in the ladies section and he really liked them on his skinny little girl size 8 feet. They were a medium tan in color with a medium chunky wedge heel. I saw a waltz length gown that I thought would look cute on him and bought it without comment as to my intentions. That would come later. I just knew that the image this would present to him in the mirror would blow his mind as he saw his engorging nipples with expanding hips and the way the gown hung from them both.

I remembered what Veronica had said and I figured, if he didn’t slug me or get nasty about my suggesting he wear such a thing, we were on our way. Tonight was the night. I laid out the gown on the bed, HIS side of the bed. When we climbed the stairs and he found it there, he picked it up and noticeably fondled it for a brief few seconds obviously enjoying the feel of the fabric as he asked why I’d left my gown on his side.

It was ‘now or never’ time and I just jumped in. It had been a couple weeks since I had cut off his testosterone supply and besides, he was rounding out very nicely. "Well sweetheart, I just know how much you like nylon on ME and it’s very comfortable to sleep in. And I just thought you’d really like it. Would you wear it for a night and just try it?" "There’s no way I should be even entertaining this Peg." "I know, but you ARE, aren’t you?" "Yes. I admit I have wondered what wearing something light and pretty was like and you really turn me on in your hose and heels and chemise. I love that look. It’s very sexy." I HAD him! "We can get around to your trying those later sweetheart if you like." Without commenting on that like he didn’t even HEAR it, he removed all his boy clothes and let it slide down his body. He got very obvious goose bumps and tented it in three places. "Oh," I said, I think it looks darling on you but you’d better take care of that. Here’s a pair of stretch panties to keep that lump in check." He put them on and tucked himself back. "Go look honey."

He did, and the look on his face was priceless and he at once tucked his third projection away a second time. "Damn, Peg." "See? Feels nice too I’ll bet." "Yes, it really does but I think I’m growing tits." "So maybe you are and haven’t they provided you with pleasure when I nibble and nurse on you?" "In ways I’ll never understand Peggy. I feel so...unusual lately." "Well, just enjoy your new nightie honey and we’ll see about how deep those feelings run as we go." To say that we had a good time that night would be a waste. He was really turned on and after we were done and he had cleaned up, my offer of another pair of panties to sleep in met with no resistance at all. One day, I would have a sweetie like Terri. It would just take some time but now that we were over this first little hurdle, I just knew we could move ahead a little faster.

We only went into the city on Saturdays and so this morning was Sunday. Ken awoke to my teasingly running my long fingernails over his pantie clad bottom with one hand as I was making little circles around his expanding areola with the other. "Oh, that feels nice Peg and so does the gown. I feel so feminine though...hell, I like it." "Well then darling, we should get you some nice sexy lingerie of your own. It would turn me on seeing you in it too and you feel absolutely delicious."

I then pounced on him and felt him up something awful. I should be ashamed of myself! "You drive a hard bargain Peggy. I can’t believe I like the feeling of slinky, feminine nylon on me so much." I made sure his nightie stayed laundered that week and that he always had a fresh pair of panties to wear to bed and I was very attentive to his chest and bottom although I did complain about his hairy legs. Just a hint. I didn’t press it. Just plopped a seed in the fertile ground and watered it once during the week. I saw him noticing his hairy legs in the mirror one night but said nothing. He frowned. That was good enough for me.

Meanwhile, to add fuel to the fire, Mary, sorry, Marty was coming over regularly and the girl talk was flying all over the place. Marty was now wearing what were obviously, a lot of girl’s clothing and his body shape had really changed. He was wearing a sports bra and doing a bad job of trying to hide it and he’d become so downright girlish I really did slip and called him "Mary" one day. "Oh, I’m terribly sorry Marty I began to say and was just as quickly squelched. "Honestly hon, I feel much more like a Mary lately, so it’s OK with me if it’s OK with Kenny" and he looked questioningly at Ken. "I...uh...don’t have any way to get out of this do I?" "Guess not Ken. We’ve known each other a while." "OK, Mary it is then and heaven help us." "US?" "Oh boy! Yes, us Mary. Apparently it’s contagious and I must have it too but please, try to keep it to yourself, alright?" "Oh sure Kenny. Of course!" And I was thinking, "yeah, right!"

The following Saturday after our hair appointments, which found his nails a little longer still and more feminine as I had called Marie beforehand. His hair was prettier than ever. We shopped. He was embarrassed at his newly acknowledged feelings and appearance but he let me buy him a couple more gowns and a half dozen pairs of panties and even a pair of slippers, gold colored wedge heeled mules with about a 2 or 2 ½" heel. His new sandals had a 1 ½" wedge heel so it wasn’t much of a stretch to a slightly higher one.

I got him a housecoat too. After all, while I did enjoy looking at his nipples through his gown, I knew there would be times when he’d only have on panties, bra and the robe and mules.

Ken stopped wearing his boy briefs after the first week. He wore panties all the time now and I just kept one pair for when he saw the doctor. His brief drawer was filled with pretty panties now. I didn’t have to put the seat down anymore. It was always down. How nice a change. I hadn’t thought of that. He was becoming a squatter. Well, Ken fell in love with his girlish sleep wear, the robe and slippers with the higher heels, and was definitely turned on by his nylon garments. He began to spend more time in them, sometimes a couple hours on the weekends while up in the morning or at night before bed. His walk by necessity took on a different flavor as his heels clicked on the hardwood floors. My ‘seduction’ outfit of chemise, hose and heels was also getting to him more. I could almost hear him thinking about how that might look and feel on him.

Once I knew he had accepted these things, I gave him a pedicure and made no bones about completing it with rosy polish and some drying oil. He was already in his favorite gown, the one with the lacy bodice and hem with the ribbon woven through the bodice and when he slipped his feet back in his slippers I asked, "like them?" "Uh-huh. Sort of fits whatever it is I’m becoming I guess. Are you sure this all doesn’t bother you Peg? We can forget it...I... think!" "Tell me you don’t love it and we will." "I...can’t do that. I think I do love it."

"Well then honey, I suppose I’ll just have to get used to your enjoying a little femininity in your life. It’s OK, really. I don’t really mind. It’s only clothing after all." "Alright. You asked for it" he said with some resolution. Perhaps it was a resignation I heard but he didn’t sound unhappy. {yes, I did ask for it and it was working nicely too!}

I did keep Marie informed and she was fascinated. It was a little hard to keep Marie up to speed while at the salon so I began sending her encrypted e-mails. It took me a long time to get him this far but now we shopped every week for pretty things. I still brought him along slowly but I just knew that he wanted to try out my ‘seduction’ outfit. We just got him a little jewelry the next week, some prettier earrings, a couple bracelets and a ring. I could FEEL him champing at the bit so the following week I asked him straight out if he’d like to try that outfit himself. I wish you could have seen the reaction. "Could I really Peg? You wouldn’t mind, really? You think I’d look cute? A teddy, hose and pumps?" "Well, yes, but on one condition." "What?"

"You have to get rid of all your body hair honey. It just ruins the look and would look horrible in hose. You know that. Besides, your pretty things will feel nicer against smooth skin." "Yes, I know. Alright. I’ll do it."

We got ‘her’ a rose colored chemise and panty set, some thigh high hose by Jacklyn Smith and also some knee highs which I had Ken go into the men’s room with and put on a pair under his socks. Then we went back to the shoe store and found a pair of black patent 3 ½" spikes for ‘her’ and I made Ken try them on. Oh, he was SO nervous! What if this and what if that, but he finally did it and he got a little woody right there. Just a little one. It wasn’t much of one though as he’d been off his boy hormones a month now. I saw that part of him shrinking and becoming less responsive as he expanded other places and continued to smooth out as a layer of fat built up under his skin. His complexion changed too. He was looking very cute lately. I was getting rather anxious to try painting that canvas and see just how pretty he had become.

I taught him how to don his hose and how to walk in spikes, rotating his hips, taking little steps. He had been doing a little swishing in his mules but spikes were harder and gave him a much sexier walk. It didn’t take him long to learn and soon we’d both get dolled up in chemise, hose and heels and he didn’t need looking at me to get turned on. We were animals!

He turned himself on. He became a little limp wristed too ALL the time. He began to act and talk like he was dressed, like another Mary. And in fact, Mary & Ken had become best girlfriends. We began to keep our hose and heels and chemises on as we made love. He was coming from a different place now but was very stimulated by being so clothed. We got him another pair of heels, some flats and some ladies slacks and I suggested, and was met with little resistance, that perhaps it was time for a bra. After we got ‘her’ into her first bra and positioned ‘her’ new fat in it, she almost fell off her heels. Now was the time. I sat my new ‘Kelly’ girl down and began to teach ‘her’ about makeup and ‘she’ just lapped it up. "Are you enjoying this side of you now Kelly?" "Is that my new name?" "If you like it." "I do." "Then I christen thee Kelly and thence shall thee be known." I touched her on each shoulder with the curling iron symbolically and we both smiled and then she turned and planted a moist kiss on me. It was a very sweet moment.

"For something I never even knew was in me, I have to admit it’s the most delectable thing I’ve ever done. I can’t describe the feelings and I just seem to want more and more. Is this what being a girl feels like?"

"I don’t know how you feel honey but the trappings are certainly part of it. Lingerie and pretty clothes aren’t just made for guys to look at. We love to wear them just for ourselves. Would you like to have some pretty dresses, blouses and skirts?" "Oh Peggy! This is so terrible of me to put you through this. I can’t control these feminine desires all of a sudden. Yes, I want to dress in pretty things. Oh, this is horrible!"

"Nonsense darling. You obviously need to express your feminine side. Every guy has one. I don’t want you running around frustrated and having a stroke or a heart attack. Let’s measure you." Well, THAT was a revelation for both of us. Kelly, needed a 34B minus bra now so a push up B would produce nice cleavage and her waist was a mere 27" and hips were up to 35. She was approximately a size 11 but still growing I was sure. I was only a nine, so we’d have to get her own things.

The next week, the savings account took a hit for a couple hundred dollars. When we showed up at the salon, I wish you could have seen the looks on the girls. ‘Kelly’ had been christened for certain in my mind and had ‘come out’ and was wearing a simple, man tailored blouse under which was her bra and a cami. She had on slacks and flats and basic makeup without foundation and big hoops. Well, they gushed all over her and I finally had to tell them the new name I had chosen for ‘her’ as I re-introduced her to the staff. She left the salon with a ‘convertible’ haircut, slightly tinted nail polish and the ‘works’ in professionally applied makeup and was she ever stunned at her appearance. A few pictures were taken. At the same time she was grinning from ear to ear, her eyes were tearing up. It was another very sweet moment.

"You are really going to be a doll Kelly honey. Why don’t you just stop pretending to be Ken at home from now on and enjoy yourself?" "That would be OK with you?" "Honey, either you’re going to work this out of your system or you are going to work it into your life. One way or another, you have to find out. You’re not alone you know." I had just dropped the ‘bomb’. "I don’t understand. What do you mean I’m not alone?" "I mean Terri Walker from down the road, not just Mary." "What about him?" "He’s more of a she like you seem to want to be and has been for over 10 years. You two should get together and compare notes. It might be fun for you to have another girlfriend like yourself to talk to. "Oh Peg. I couldn’t. Surely we’d both be too embarrassed. Mary is one thing, but a neighbor?"

"You may be doubtful, but Terri has been living his off duty hours as a woman for years. The family is all quite used to it. They go out as five girls all the time." "No!" "Yes!" "You’ve never met their son Lee. He lives in the city but he isn’t a he anymore either and Robert, well...!" "You know, I thought that youngster was awfully girlish. What’s going on around here, witchcraft?" "Nothing like that I’m sure but boys certainly do seem to like becoming girls. It makes YOU feel good now doesn’t it?" "I’m ashamed of how much I like it Peg. I’m even beginning to like my breasts and butt and wanting them to grow. Isn’t that awful?" "Don’t worry dear. They will grow and no, it isn’t awful, just delightfully kinky and sexually liberating. I just love being a girl. It’s a much more civilized lifestyle. I’m sure you will love it too."

It took me another month to convince my now accomplished girlish husband to come with me to the Walker’s for dessert one night. Terri and Kelly’s meeting was very strained at first because Kelly was so shy and afraid to be her new self but slowly she began to come out of her shell and she and Terri did indeed get along well. Terri was wearing a nice house dress, one you might wear for daytime out with mid heeled sandals and Kelly had on a skirt, blouse and mid heels. We decided to play some cards after pie and ice cream. The kids joined us for dessert. They stared a little at first but it didn’t last long and then it was just four ladies playing Euchre. We lost. The conversation took a quite expected direction as far as Veronica and I were concerned. We broke it up around nine.

 

Not the end.

 

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