Attitude Adjustments                      by: Rachel Ann Cooper                    © 1997

 

This is a love story of sorts. There is no graphical or porno sex, lewd or lascivious conduct. Rated PG13.

 

Chapter one: the problem

Will you please hurry up? We’re due at the party in 15 minutes and you’ve barely got your make-up on," Joe said, somewhat irritated. He’d been a little short tempered all his 25 years and she still married him, so why develop a bunch of patience now? After all, HE was ALWAYS ready on time, right?

"All RIGHT, Joe," Karen said. "Just some blusher and lipstick and we’re gone." And a minute later, she was at the door waiting for him to open it for her, which he didn’t, as usual, neither the house OR the car. * He could stand some lessons in manners,* she thought. As she opened the door herself, she said, "Listen, you five minute wonder, if you had to go through all I do to get out the door looking nice, I’d be waiting on YOU!"

"Not a chance, Karen. If I couldn’t get it done in half the time, I would go somewhere and take makeup lessons." "Oh, WOULD you now?"

"Yeah, sure," he said and they locked the door and left. A lot he knows, she thought. Arrogant twit!

Karen and Joe had met at a community picnic a few years ago, dated off and on and then got serious. They got married by a justice of the peace in Santa Rosa, California, north of San Francisco and were about to celebrate their 3^rd wedding anniversary. Karen was a natural red head which she kept permed in soft curls framing her delicate features and freckles. She looked a little like Kelly LeBroc. She was just a little tall at 5'7" but girls seemed to be getting taller with each generation and she weighed 130 pounds, but there are plenty of girls who towered over her at work where she did volunteer duty at their little library. So it didn’t bother her even when she wore her highest heels, which she really didn’t mind. Joe was a leg man and said they made her feet look small & pretty and added shape to her already shapely calves even if she did end up a little taller than he was.

Joe was only 5'8" tall and at 145 pounds and with a moderate build with dark mid-length hair that he kept in a ‘shag’ cut at the neck, keeping it very full. He was always having to brush it out of his eyes as he kept it all about six inches long or more all over. She had always thought of him as "cute," not in a ruggedly handsome way. He had dark, well filled in eyebrows without having them grow together and large deep blue eyes with long black lashes that Karen would die to have herself. Why did boys always get the pretty lashes anyway and we had to get them at the store?

He has a rather boyish look and smooth complexion and despite being light brunette, had never seen a five o’clock shadow in the mirror although he did shave at least every other day to please Karen since she didn’t enjoy stubble when they made love. He had managed to build up a comfortable little computer consulting business and at $50.00 per hour did well enough that she could stay home and take care of the house and the books for the business. They weren’t ready for children and Karen was careful about that as she knew Joe would be upset if they came before he was ready.

He wasn’t doing quite as well as Tom, the husband of Karen’s friend Joyce, but then he hadn’t been doing it as long. For some reason, Joe and Karen’s relationship had been a little testy lately. Actually he had been kind of a bear. He, of course, hadn’t even noticed it, but Karen certainly had. She had chalked it up to the pressures of the job, but even at that, it was really beginning to get on her nerves; actually more than just beginning! To herself she mused, I just have to find a way to take the pressure off him and get him to mellow out. This is getting out of hand and I’m taking the brunt of it.

"And what did you mean by that five minute wonder bit, he said?" "Oh, forget it," replied Karen. " No, what did you mean," he insisted? "All right, it takes you five minutes to throw on some clothes or five minutes in the sack and you’re done. THAT is what I mean," she replied, a bit annoyed. "Holy cow, Karen, that’s not fair. I TRY to control myself...it’s just that I get so worked up, I can’t. You know what the sight of that bod of yours in sexy lingerie does to me." "Well," Karen replied, "it wouldn’t hurt you to at least try. You’re done and I’m still taxiing on the runway, so to speak. You haven’t gotten me up far enough to even retract my landing gear in a month."

"Really?" "Yes, Joe. I’ll bet if it was YOU in the sexy lingerie, I could control MYSELF. " Passing right by the allusion to his wearing sexy lingerie, he said, "I’m sorry honey," rather crushed at not being able to please her. He really did want to please her and this was a slap at his manhood. Not that Joe was all that manly, but he thought of himself that way, as so many do. He was really a bit inconsiderate and did lack some of the social graces preferred in men by their women.

"Believe me, Karen, if there was anything, ANYTHING AT ALL that I could do about that, I would. I really mean it. Anything!" "Do you really, really mean that, Joe, she said?" "Yes, of course I do. I’m not totally selfish like some guys, just a little over anxious. You know that I want our loving to be satisfying to both of us."

" No, I didn’t, and from the way you’ve been being rather critical of me lately, I was beginning to think I couldn’t do anything right! So, what you’re telling me is that you’d really be willing to make some changes, like self improvement, more foreplay, whatever?" "Yes, Karen. I really mean it."

"OK Joe, she said, maybe there IS something that you can do. I’ve heard of some herbal remedies and other stuff. I’ll look into it for you." "Great, Karen. Whatever it is, I’m willing to try anything once if it will make you happy."

The next day, after Joyce got off work, she came to visit Karen. They only live a few blocks apart, but didn’t seem to get to see one another that often, at least over the last year or so. Karen had been a bit concerned that she had done something to offend her friend and that might be the reason for their lack of contact. Karen was delighted to see Joyce, invited her in and they sat down over a cup of tea to do some catching up. When that began to wind down, Karen said, "Joyce, have I offended you in some way?" "Why do you ask, she replied? "It’s just that I don’t see much of you and Tom lately." "Joyce replied, "Oh, Karen, it has nothing to do with you. It is because of something that has nothing at ALL to do with you. Put your mind at rest. We are still the best of friends." "I’m glad to hear that. Maybe you can help me with a problem I’m having with Joe", and like we girls do, she opened up and told Joyce about the problems they have been having in their relationship with Joe’s mood swings which included his performance and lack of consideration in the bedroom.

Joyce listened intently and then said, "OK, Karen. I may know a way that you can help Joe with his over anxiousness and especially with his temperament, definitely his temperament," she added with emphasis and a grin. "That would be a real blessing, said Karen. How soon can we get started?" Joyce replied, " I roomed with a gal in college who is now an M.D. She has a practice across the bay. Tom and I were having some real problems about a year and a half ago and she has ironed out the whole problem for both of us and I know I’ll ever have a problem with Tom again < sly grin>. I’ll call her when I get home as I don’t have her number with me." "That’s part of the reason you haven’t seen Tom and I lately." Joyce offered no further explanation. Karen didn’t understand but didn’t probe, figuring if Joyce wanted to tell the whole story, she would.

"Sounds great, Joyce. Thanks." "Well, I guess I should get home and help T...Tom with the dinner, so I’ll call you later, OK?" "Since when did Tom do the cooking at your house, asked Karen?" "You’d be surprised at all the domestic skills he acquired after Barbara got him in therapy, but we can talk about this later. I really have to run. ‘Bye." Karen waved through the open door as Joyce pulled away in her red Mustang and wondered what could have had such a profound effect on the Tom she remembered who was rather a male chauvanist oinker himself.

 

Chapter Two: Beginning the Solution

About 8 that night, the phone rang and it was Joyce. She said that what worked for Tom will probably do the same for Joe. "Barbara is going to write you out what will look like two huge prescriptions and you must follow the directions to the letter. Just tell him they are vitamins or tranquilizers to help him deal with his reverse performance anxiety and I’m sure he’ll take them in a heartbeat. And Karen, you WILL see some changes in Joe, although not immediately. They may be very subtle at first, but you’ll both notice interesting personality and other developments when they really take hold. I hope you are pleased with the results. He should become a very mellow fellow."

"OK Joyce, but you’re being awfully mysterious about this." "You know how I love a mystery Karen. Besides, it will be more fun this way for both of you." "When can I get the scripts?" " The mystery is part of the fun of it and I’ll get them FOR you and you’ll have them in a couple days. And, if you don’t enjoy Joe’s changes, just stop the pills." "I just want to mellow him out Joyce and make him a little more appreciative about girl stuff." "Then I think you will be very pleased honey. Just follow the directions and he will definitely acquire a better appreciation for your side of things." They said their goodbyes and Karen was feeling like there may be some light at the end of this moody tunnel of Joe’s afterall. She had read about how sometimes a chemical imbalance can cause mood swings and was really hoping that whatever Joyce came up with would cure Joe and make him easier to live with. She certainly got a little jumpy before HER visitor came every month.

When Joe got home on Thursday, she had the prescriptions...500 pills of one and 200 of the other. She put them in the pantry with the vitamins so that he wouldn’t forget to take them. She DID think it a bit odd that they didn’t have labels on them but she knew the dosage, so it didn’t matter. Karen told him that they were tranquilizers and that he has to take increased doses up to a point until they are both satisfied the desired effect has been reached. He was to start with one a day, then two, one morning and night and then three, one morning and two in the evening, then two both morning and evening, until he gets used to them and so that they will not cause a sudden upset to his system. The ones from the smaller bottle he was only to take at one a day. Joe was so pleased that Karen had found something to help him he readily agreed to the program taking one of each that evening. Karen told Joe not to expect too much right away. So Joe was not too disappointed when the same old thing happened for the next several weeks. Oh, well, nothing works ALL the time, Karen thought.

However, by the end of the third week, he was slowing down a bit and not getting so excitable and this pleased both of them. Karen was finally beginning to enjoy some fun in the bedroom. And he seemed a little more calm as well. At six weeks, he was up to 3 pills a day and was mellowing out some, especially his attitude with her and all the ‘girl stuff’ that slowed her down with the getting dressed and the makeup and all. In fact, he had taken to just sitting there in the bedroom watching her do her thing and wondered how he could ever go through all that trying to look pretty. But, at least, he now understood from watching her and was patient with her. Man, being a girl takes a lot of time, he thought. I wonder if I would ever have that much patience, much less talent? How weird! Why am I even asking myself that question?

 

Chapter Three: Confusion

After they finished the fun part that night, he couldn’t find his pajamas. "They are in the wash. I should be able to get to it by tomorrow sometime, OK?" "She walked over to her closet and came back with her Victoria Secret Pjs, maroon with pretty white piping around the edges and held them up to him. "Use these honey. I’m sure that they will fit and I know you don’t like to sleep in the nude or just your briefs." "Those are GIRLS pajamas, Karen." "Really? I hadn’t noticed" she added with a little wink. " And so who is going to see you besides your ever loving wife from whom you have no secrets anyway? Am I going to take out an ad in the newpaper? I don’t care if you’re a little prettier than usual. I might even enjoy it!"

"Alright, but where are my bikinis?" Same place, in the wash. Here, take these. They match the Pjs. Her matching panties were rather plain, but made of the silkiest nylon, nothing like the brushed nylon of his own. "I don’t think I should be doing this, he said." "Take them. You may like them. There really isn’t THAT much difference is there?" "No, I guess not, except I’ll have to sit to pee." "Well, for heaven’s sake, I should think that would be a relief, not having to stand there and worry about aiming. (Giggle)"

Joe put them on and then the Pjs. The moderate bulge looked a bit out of place but when he slipped into the bottoms, it disappeared. He didn’t say anything to Karen about it but the silky feeling of her night clothes got him a little excited again. Not being used to sensuous clothing, this was a new experience for him and a rather pleasant one, much to his surprise. He had seen something similar to them in some of the better men’s shops but somehow, wearing Karen’s was a real turn on. He was in forbidden territory and it was a bit of a turn on. Joe did notice that they buttoned the opposite way and the bottoms seemed to be a little on the long side though. However, he soon fell alseep.

The next morning, Joe got up for work and, still finding the feel of Karen’s panties rather appealing, left them on after realizing that his were still in the wash anyway. He reminded himself he’d have to squat the rest of the day, but he still kept them on. She caught him before he pulled his pants up and grabbed his cheeks clad in her silky underwear, pulling him close to her copping a feel of his butt and told him, "honey, these are just for sleeping.

These are for wearing, as she handed him a pair of her regular mid hip style satiny spandex. "Karen, I can’t." "How much choice is there, she countered? You were going to wear the other ones, weren’t you?" "Good point. OK" and he pulled them on, tucking himself in a little, not something he would ordinarily do but it wouldn’t seem natural to have a bulge in pretty panties. It was like having a really tight jock strap on he thought, but they really felt nice, gave him a sense of security somehow with that spandex hugging his privates.

The next night was a repeat performance with Karen apologizing about the laundry, but she got involved with his company books and her volunteer time at the library and just didn’t get to it. Joe thanked her for the loan and she gave him a fresh pair of panties that again matched the pajamas. He mentioned to her that the pajamas seemed a little long. She countered with, "oh, well, you should really be wearing high heeled mules or regular high heels for just lounging in those and they would hang just right. They make them a little long on purpose." He could see that she was in a playful mood and she was getting out her manicure kit. "Sit, Joe. Your feet need a little work. They’re out of place in those pretty pjs." "Karen, what are you doing?"

"Giving you a nice pedicure. Now be still and just sit there. Humor me!"

"OK. What have I got to lose?" When she was done, he had very well groomed, snag free but rosy toes. "Cute, Karen. And you expect me to leave this on?" "Sure. Why not?" "(Sigh)" And in the morning, there was also a repeat performance except that Joe now mentioned to Karen that he was beginning to understand why she liked all this slinky stuff after spending another night in her pajamas.

"Your slinky pjs really do feel good against my skin, he stated. "Well, if you really like them, Joe, we can get you your own. You know they make the very same thing for men now too, although I think it is a little heavier material." "Joe replied,"I think I’ll have to chew on that awhile, and I’m not sure I’d want them heavier material anyway. OK?" "I like these just fine." "These WHAT Joe?" "OK, I was talking about the silk panties too," he added looking away very quickly, before she could catch the expression on his face. "Oh, you like those?" "Well, uh, yeah, I guess I do." "Well, maybe you should have some of your own of those too honey, if you really like them." "Yeah, maybe!" What am I saying? I want to wear silky PANTIES now? Have mercy! I’m already in ladies pajamas and loving it.

As they prepared for bed the following night, Karen noticed that the maroon pajamas were becoming soiled and wrinkled and threw them in the hamper and presented Joe with a complete white ensemble just like the maroon ones complete with the matching white silk mules with 2 ½" heels . Joe said, "thanks. I believe I would like to have some of these pjs. They feel so good. Slipping the mules on his feet, just out of curiosity, of course, he stood up and noticed at once how well the pjs now hung all the while noticing not only how he was teetering on the heels but also the erection that they seemed to be eliciting. These are still too long though except with these high heeled slippers." "So, if you want them to hang right, I guess you’ll just have to get comfortable with the mules honey. I really would rather you didn’t drag the hems, especially those white ones, on the carpet." Well, for heaven’s sake. He actually put on the heels. Imagine that! Must be some of those changes Joyce was talking about.

He walked cautiously over and looked at himself in the full length mirror, his pink toes peeking out of his slippers and being thankful for his tight panties, walked cautiously over to the bed and shucking his slippers, shook his head and crawled under the covers. It had now been seven weeks since Joe began his ‘tranquilizers’. Karen rolled over and said, "honey, you don’t really need to go out and spend all that money on new pjs. I already have four sets and you said you liked my lighter weight ones. We can share, OK? In fact, feel free to use anything of mine you take a fancy too, anything!. I really don’t mind. You know, ‘if it feels good, DO it’?" "Alright. I know they are girls but I wasn’t looking forward to putting out another $100 on pajamas anyway. Thanks." From that night on, there were high heeled slippers on both sides of the bed and Joe was getting used to them and his silky pjs and was never without his panties.

Another week had gone by and Joe was now really beginning to feel the effects of the ‘tranquilizers’ and had deserted his men’s bikinis for Karen’s exclusively. She told him she was going to take his old cotton underwear and give it away "and I’m going to get you some pretties of your own, alright?". "Fine" he said. "I like the feeling of silky nylon on me."

Karen was already in bed reading and as he walked in from the bathroom, he caught a glimpse of himself in ‘his’ Victoria Secret pajamas and matching white high heeled mules in the mirror on the back of the bedroom door. Yes, he got tired of them being too long and just as she had suggested, decided to try walking in the heels and was becoming more accustomed and comfortable with them and the bottoms did hang better. Of course, he had to develop a VERY girlish walk to handle the heels with small, careful steps. Karen noticed that when he was walking away from her, she would have sworn it was another girl. These must be some of those subtle little changes Joyce was talking about. Fascinating and delightfully kinky too. I can’t wait to see what’s next.

He did a double take when passing the mirror and then thought out loud," no, that’s ridiculous." "What did you say, honey?" "Nothing. I was just admiring your pajamas in the mirror." "Oh!" "They ARE pretty, aren’t they, and a perfect fit on you too, well except on top of course." "You look almost as cute in them as I do" she teased." "Yes, I suppose I do", he teased back, "but I never thought of ME enjoying wearing them or thinking about being ‘pretty’ or liking wearing these slippers." "I’d have never believed I’d enjoy wearing sexy high heels." "They make me feel so...sensual, so naughty. It makes me feel like I’m an apprentice girl or something. It’s hard to explain." "They do that for me too, Joey." "It’s a nice feeling, isn’t it?" "Yes, it is, and I can’t believe I just said that!"

"Girls do get to enjoy some nice sensations, Joe, she said. I love my sexy girl clothes and you seem to like my panties and pjs better than yours too." I’ve got a pair of white evening sandals that look really hot with those white pjs", she said. Maybe you’d like to try them instead. I think you may be surprised at just what you may come to enjoy." Without further comment, he pulled back the sheet and came to bed. What he didn’t tell her was that what he noticed in the mirror was truly a girl without make-up with a long, full head of hair and what had to be her nipples, his tender, expanding nipples, protruding in the top of the pj set. It wasn’t like he actually had little pre-pubescent breasts, was it? But there were definitely bumps there, not a hard masculine chest. He checked when he got under the covers and he rolled on his side away from Karen. Definitely! Tender bumps, too. Silk and high heels and tender bumps. Hmmm! Careful, Joe. You’re really beginning to enjoy all this girly stuff a little too much, aren’t you? Maybe you’d like to trade places with Karen for a while!

Karen HAD been doing a lot of the same things with HIS chest lately that he did with hers and his areola seemed to be turning softer and getting larger and ever more tender. They had gone from perhaps the size of a nickel up to the size of a half dollar. I wonder if all this playing and sucking on me is causing this, he thought? Well, what the heck. If it feels good, enjoy it, right, and it sure does feel good! Besides, he liked her doing that stuff to him and it DID feel good. That night before Joe was completely undressed, Karen went to her closet and brought out one of her slinkiest ankle length silk nightgowns with a fitted bodice, trimmed in soft lace.

It was rose colored and she held up the pair of pjs and the gown and said, "Would you like to try something that feels quite erotic and looks VERY sexy? He did like the pjs, but the gown was just too tempting. It was fitted down to the waist and then fell into a somewhat tight skirt at the bottom. He was going to have to change the way he walked, the length of his stride in particular. He loved it on her and the idea of wearing it got him pretty excited. He knew he wouldn’t fill the top though, or would he? Perhaps a little? He could feel himself begin to flush.

It was just too much to resist. Joe chose the gown and, after slipping it over his head, it slithered down his body and caused him WAVES of pleasurable sensations so much so that he had an "accident" in his panties. Karen was effusive in her praise of how nice it looked on him, "even without makeup"she said. That comment did not get past him this time although he had other things on his mind at the moment. It was unlike anything he had ever worn, so slinky and sexy. Damn, he thought, *even I look like a fox in this. I wonder how it would look with a little lipstick, went over to Karen’s vanity, chose a rose shade and put some on with as much expertise as he could muster. Having spent so much time watching her prepare herself finally paid off. He did a credible job. His lips were a luscious, deep rose, smooth and sensual.

What in the world made me do THAT?

"Oh, Joey, you do look hot in that with a little color in your face." He ran his hands over his developing body and he and his goose bumps came to bed. They kissed, their lipsticks blending for the first time. He rolled over and went to sleep after taking his two tranquilizers. Aw, what the heck, and he took another. He fell asleep debating about the evening sandals. I bet they really would look hot.

The next day, Joyce called to check on Joe’s progress and Karen filled her in with a rather detailed report. Joyce asked her if any of this was upsetting her and she replied, "no, actually, it’s kind of fun watching all this. Kinky, but fun. I think if I don’t watch it, he’s going to go all girly on me." I told you that you’d see some changes and that he would gain an appreciation for your girl stuff. I just hoped it wouldn’t get too weird for you. How are his bust and butt coming and how is he feeling about all this?" "Joyce, I think he is absolutely loving it. He actually put on some lipstick last night after I gave him a choice of my slinkiest gown or the pjs and chose the right shade to go with the gown and he’s gotten quite adept at manages his high heels too."

"All right, said Joyce, then it’s time to up his dosage but cut him back to about 23 or 24 days a month and let his body begin to cycle like ours does and see what happens. After his bosom really comes in, he may even start lactating. That should be fun in bed." "I guess I don’t have to wonder what those vitamins are anymore, DO I Joyce?" "No, I think you have the picture now. What happens from now on is pretty much up to you. He doesn’t have much choice in the matter. If you keep him on this therapy, he is going to definitely appreciate things from your point of view because he won’t want to do anything else. He’ll begin thinking like a girl too."

The next morning, Joe complained to Karen that his chest had been rather sore lately and that his cotton T shirts were irritating him. Karen figured out a solution right away. "Here, honey, put on this camisole under your T shirt and that should keep the rubbing to a minimum." "Don’t you think that this is pretty slinky for a guy to be wearing to work, even under his T shirt?" "Not if his nipples are tender, she said, and I can’t think of any other answer at the moment. Try it today and see if it helps." "You like the panties and the gown and slippers, don’t you?" "OK, I’ll try it." "Oh, and by the way; as of today you need to take one more pill morning and evening." "Whatever you say, hon." He certainly has been agreeable lately, she thought. I wonder how he’s going to feel when he can’t get into a man’s shirt anymore? It’s a small step from a nightgown to a dress. He’s getting so soft and cute looking. I wonder if he has a clue about how soft and pretty he’s becoming...

It hadn’t gone unnoticed that she had been playing with his chest a LOT lately, cupping his pectorals in her hands and he rather liked the sensations he was getting from it, especially when they were standing up or he was bending over her in bed and there seemed to be more there to play with. He’d been used to seeing rather firm muscle there but now it more resembled, well...Karen’s bosom. In fact, when he bent over her in bed, ‘they’ seemed to just ‘hang’ there, pendulous, like the teets of a cow, waiting to be milked. Karen, never being one to pass up an opportunity, playfully nursed on his new fat deposits. And when he was laying on his side in bed (on his tummy was too painful) his pectorals just lay there one on top of the other, distended. It didn’t go unnoticed either that he almost filled up her camisoles now and his nipples were always hard and showed through all his clothing if he didn’t wear a jacket. But they were so hard underneath the soft pink too and so sensitive and at now only 137 pounds, he didn’t think there was that much muscle on his chest. Maybe it’s not muscle. Come to think of it, he was looking a little soft and the chest was only part of it. His skin and his face seemed finer, less angular. He looked younger. Hell, admit it Joe, you’re beginning to look like a damn girl and you don’t even mind wearing lipstick. Why not try some blusher and eye shadow too? And you haven’t had a haircut in three months.

He also wondered where the two or three hairs that had been growing there on his chest had gone. He rather liked his body hair, what there was of it, and that seemed to be somehow disappearing while his pubic hair was retreating down his tummy to a triangle like Karen’s. In fact, it looked like he was getting a little tummy like Karen’s too. He’d never been round there before, always flat.

And, on the other hand, the hair on his head was growing thicker and faster. Now, how could a tranquilizer do that, he thought, and decided to see if he could make some ‘connection.’ Anyway, the camisole did help cut down on the irritation, so he decided to keep wearing one, just to cut down on the irritation, of course. Face it Joe. You LIKE this feminine stuff. It feels good! So now he was wearing panties and a camisole to work and a slinky nightgown to bed. He decided that wearing a camisole the same color as his colored Ts would be a good idea and Karen got him a few in colors, all very lacy and sexy, of course, and with a little room to grow into. He could have gotten nylon T shirts he reasoned, but why bother? More savings. Joe loved saving money. He also was loving his pretty undergarments.

 

Chapter 4 : Changes

Saturday morning, he got up and looked at that image again and said to Karen, "you know, I’ve lost eight pounds and yet my chest and my butt seem to be a little bigger than they were. In fact", he said, "I think my chest is beginning to sag a little." Karen agreed that he looked like he has put on a little weight even though the scale said differently. Karen suggested that she take some measurements, just to make sure and went for her dress maker’s tape and beginning with his thighs, worked her way up to his waist...22" thigh, 36" hips, 30" inseam and 28 inch waist.

28 INCH WAIST AND 36" HIPS? Karen, how can that be? That ab machine isn’t THAT good!" Three months ago I had a 32 waist.""I had expected to get rippling abs from that thing and all I see so far is a 4" waist reduction and deep pockets on either side of a smooth set of abs like I have a layer of fat over everything. I don’t mind losing a little flab from my middle though, but it’s like I’ve got a little layer of fat that won’t let my definition show", he said. "And I know that my hips were only 34 inches a couple months ago. It looks like those four inches went from my waist to my butt and chest." There, Joe; you’ve almost finally said it: bosom is the word.

"Well, Joe, you seem to be getting more out of it than I am and a real cute butt, too I might add." "Yeah, and I can barely get my jeans up over this butt and now the waist is too big on everything I own and so are all my belts and my shirts are getting tight. I even look like I may outgrow my new camisoles in a couple of months if I continue to get flabby." "Your flab is looking really cute on you Joey, she said." "You like playing with it, don’t you Karen?" "Sure, why not? You play with mine. Fair’s fair."

"Terrific! Talk about spending money. I tell you honestly, Karen, when I look in that mirror with this gown and heels on...and his voice trailed off. "She replied, "well, you wanted some body changes or you wouldn’t have started the exercises, right?" He thought to himself, I look like I’m getting pretty soft in spite of all our exercises. Wonder why? Might come under the heading of watch out for what you wish for. "Yeah, but I was thinking more ‘Arnold’ and end up more like Christie Brinkley, especially with some lipstick. Of course, I always did think she was a fox.’ ( I’m beginning to look more like Karen, if fact, I bet I could even look pretty good in her bikini and those high heeled sandals are becoming pretty appealing too. Jeeze Joe, where’s your head going, anyway? Do you think you might really like looking like a girl? Naw, that’s not possible, is it? You like the gown and the heels, don’t you? Yes and a little too much. Well?*

Karen interrupted his thoughts with a sale on jeans down at the mall and promised to get him a couple pairs that fit. She took the measurements and put them in her purse. She went to Walmart the next day. Just on a whim, she went to the shoe department and picked up a pair of white, high heeled patina pumps that were a half size large for her. She looked all over the mens jeans and couldn’t find a thing that lived up to Joe’s new dimensions but she managed to come up with two pairs of jeans on sale and brought them home for him to try on. She put them down on the bed and he climbed out of his ill fitting ones and tried on a pair. They fit him almost like a second skin but if he got any bigger, he was going to fill them to capacity and need the next size up and there isn’t much room in the crotch even though he had learned how to ‘condense’ his equipment. The waist was just right though and accentuated his blossoming ‘figure.’ "Honey, those jeans really show off that cute tush of yours. I’m impressed." "Uh...thanks."

He was used to seeing a little bulge there, but with these jeans and Karen’s nylon spandex panties, he could barely see it. He reasoned as how he really didn’t miss the bulge that much. Karen had told him how cute his bottom looked in them and he accepted the compliment. "What size are these, anyway, he asked?" "10," she replied. "10 regular." "What do you mean 10? That’s not a mens size, is it?" "No honey, but with your new dimensions, they were the only ones that measured right." "They really look good?" "Yes, Joey." "But one says ‘Britannia’ and the other says ‘CHIC’ on the label. These are girls!"

"I’ll cut it off, OK?" "Oh, all right. But holy cow, I’m wearing a camisole because my nipples are tender and seem to be growing and now I’m into women’s jeans and panties and a sexy nightgown complete with heels and lipstick. What next, hose and heels and a dress to work?" Ignoring the comment, she replied, " Oh, and by the way Joey, I got you a couple boxes of these cute satin high rise briefs. I’m tired of having to do double duty washing on my own. I hope you don’t mind."

"My gawd, Karen; they have and inch of stretchy LACE at all the openings." "Well, you’ve been wearing MY pretty stretch lace ones, she countered." "They were the nicest ones in the store honey and usually $6 a pair. I thought you’d be grateful,’ and she began to tear up a little. "Oh, I’m sorry, Karen. I know you are only trying to make me feel more comfortable and I guess there’s no denying I really like the feel. Here, let me try on a pair for you." He tried on a pair and did a little pirroet for her, a move neither of them expected. They were a size six and squished his pubic area pretty good and while it wasn’t like looking at Karen in a pair, he tucked himself in a little more and admired the smooth front of his crotch. He sure didn’t care for the pressure it put between his legs though and for a moment wondered if there was a way he could make the jewels disappear. "Very cute tush, Joey," she commented. You could tighten up those buns some more doing one of my exercises. How about working it in tomorrow?" "Uh, yeah, sure." For a second, he found himself in a fantasy about how he’d look with the right equipment in that underwear. Jeeze. Now I’m fantasizing about having a vagina. You are one sick puppy Joey.

"I like them, he said." "How do they feel?", Karen asked. "Not quite as silky as Victorias, but still, very nice, he replied." "Then you’re not mad at me?" "No." "You know Joey, you and I haven’t had cross words in several months now." "Yes, I noticed that too, and I really love the way we have been getting along. I hate being so up tight with you all the time. Those tranquilzers seem to be working really well." Karen just giggled. Yes, they were working very well, she thought. "What’s in this other box," he asked. "Oh, just a pair of pumps they had on sale, but I think they are a little big on me. Want to try them?" "Yeah, I guess so." "Karen, these have a three inch heel too." "Well, they do look nice with your Pjs or the gown and they fit too, don’t they?" "As a matter of fact, they do. Perfectly. Is this a gift?" "If you want them." "Thanks. Now would you like to explain why I’m getting the hots from wearing sexy women’s clothes?" "I don’t know honey, maybe it has something to do with the cute changes in your body." He sat down at her vanity and looked at his reflection with the now larger bumps in the bodice of the gown and his long hair framing his softening face. He applied some lipstick and blusher and just a hint of shadow. Hmm! Not bad.

Karen noticed, came over and said, "you know, you could look even better in these. His mind shot back to his question about how he might look after all the stuff Karen did to herself. "Here," she said, and drew his hair up into a pony tail with a Scunci (scrunchy)and before he had a chance to say anything, reached into the drawer and pulled an old pair of clip earrings and clipped them on his ears, spun him around and deftly applied some rose lip gloss over the lipstick. He did look different. Not so much Joe anymore. Maybe Jolene, but not Joe. He looked in the mirror, took the earrings off, left his hair up and came to bed. When he kissed Karen goodnight, their red, moist lips met and Joey saw little sparks. It felt good but he felt so...feminine as Karen proceeded to feel him up.

The next morning, they got up and neither wanted to get up and dressed. They went down to the kitchen in their nightwear and slippers. There sat Joe on the couch reading the paper with his satin panties and pjs and high heeled slippers on curled up in the recliner. Funny, he didn’t really think about it. He just went down that way. And the curling up in the chair. That was new too.

 

Chapter 5: Nothing fits

Three months had gone by. Joe’s consulting work was coming in on a regular basis and they were putting money in the bank, more than they needed. However, he was now in size 10-12 jeans and praying that he was going to stop ‘growing’ . Nothing else fit. And there is no longer any doubt about it. Joe’s once flat chest was growing to the point that Karen really had something to massage and play with there now, almost a handfull. In fact, he almost filled the bodice of his nighties [he decided he liked the feel of nighties better] and , with a little makeup, was beginning to look VERY feminine, female and sexy at home and he began to worry about how feminine , female and sexy he was looking at work and on the street too.

His nipples and areola were about an inch and ½ across and the nipples stood up now when he got aroused and Karen knew just how to do that. She was making him have all sorts of strange feelings. He now understood the pleasures he gave her with his suckling, his tongue and his hands when he caressed her breasts. He was feeling the same sensations and they were outweighing his previous excitements. He was now more than a little uncomfortable sleeping on his tummy and sleeping on his side, one side of his ‘chest’ rested against the other even more prominently than before. He was at the point where they had to get him a sports bra to flatten him out for work or tape him up in an Ace bandage.

He opted for the bra, one a size too small. He even considered wearing a regular one at home. This thought, however, was not passed on to Karen. The sports bra made his bosom look like he had rock hard pectorals. He wore it over the camisole and under his T shirt and dress shirt and prayed the straps didn’t show. [with his jacket off, they showed] but then, he was working in an office of women and they didn’t seem to mind and had never mentioned it to him...yet. Now he was wearing a camisole, bra, and panties to work and when he got home, slipped on his white 3" pumps and sometimes lounged in ‘his’ Victoria Secret Pjs or just the pumps or the high heeled white mules and jeans with a tee shirt, a rather embarrassing tee shirt without a bra. Rather indecent, actually.

Karen said, "Joe, if you keep growing up there, we are going to have to take another measurement and get you into a real bra for around the house if you want to be comfortable," she said teasingly. "Those are going to need some real support. Besides, they’ll be a lot cuter. You’re going to be very uncomfortable without one." Joe actually blushed a very deep pink and said, "better go get the tape ‘cause I think I’m already beginning to feel a little uncomfortable and I know they’d look nicer with a bra with these bouncing out in front of me, believe it or not." " I’ve heard of men getting something called ‘gynecomastia’ where they get breasts and then have them removed. I wonder if that’s what I’ve got?" "I don’t know if that’s what you’ve got honey, but I sure enjoy them and you’ll love them in a nice bra." And will I love them so much I’ll want to keep them?

In his present mellow state, nothing seemed to bother him, not even his body appearing to take on the proportions and contours of a young woman. In fact, he was beginning to rather admire his new physique but going around the house with his chest bouncing around was a bit disconcerting to him. So maybe he actually WAS turning into a girl or a she-male or something. Maybe this had nothing to do with a disease that affected men. Maybe he LIKED having his own breasts. So maybe he didn’t WANT them removed. No, he definitely did like them. Talk about erogenous zones. WOW! Karen liked them too. He could tell. How strange, he thought. Here I seem to be changing sex right before our eyes and Karen doesn’t seem to mind and she acts like she just wants more.

Was it the end of the world? Karen didn’t seem to mind at all. She seemed to enjoy his new ‘equipment.’ Karen measured his chest wall...34" and then around the fullest part, 38 inches! Then just out of curiousity, she measure his hips and thighs, 37 inches and 23 inches. He had put on 2" in both the thighs and his tush. "Oh, Joey, you are going to need at least a 34 B bra right away. Forget training or padding. And I think a suit with a skirt and heels would look absolutely darling on you now rather than one with pants and loafers" she teased. "Yeah. The way a couple of the girls at work are looking at me lately, I think they’d really enjoy that. Bet I could give them a run for their money too. Maybe we ought to go get me one.<grin>"

"Karen, what is really happening here." "Joey?" "Yes?" "Are we fighting any more?" "Well...no." "Are you upset with me anymore about the time it takes for me to get dolled up to go out?" "No. Of course not. In fact I think I may even be a little jealous because you’re allowed to be so cute and I’m not." "Well, that’s refreshing. Do you feel good and healthy?" "Yes." "The tranqs are working then, aren’t they?" "Yes, I guess so, but they are making me look, feel and even think like a GIRL for crying out loud." "Am I turning into a girl, Karen?"

"I really don’t know, Joey but I don’t think that is really possible. Not a real girl, anyway." "You aren’t attracted to men are you?" "NO! You know I’m a leg watcher. It’s YOU I love. The only problem is lately I seem to be more concerned with their hair and makeup and what they’re wearing and thinking about how I can improve on my looks this or that. It’s really weird! They’re no longer sex objects but role models."

"Are we happier?" "Yes." "Then will you promise me that you will continue to take your tranquilizers without complaining about the little side effects?" You may not have to take them forever, you know." "LITTLE side effects? Is a ‘B’cup little? Is liking makeup and silky clothing a LITTLE side effect?"

"We know you are a male, Joe. You may not be very masculine looking or thinking anymore, but you can’t have a baby. But some of us actually ENJOY being GIRLS and I am one of them. Why MIGHT you want to be a girl, Joey?" "I never said I did Karen, but lately the idea hasn’t been that unappealing. I’m beginning to think that maybe this all has something to do with the way I was treating you several months ago. I’m so confused! I remember an argument we had about how long it took you to get ready and you calling me a five minute wonder. Is that where this all started?"

"Who knows, maybe it did, and now maybe you have a little better appreciation from a girl’s perspective and feelings." "That’s part of the problem, Karen. I think I already DO know the feelings and I think I’m beginning to really enjoy looking like a girl, at least at home, and yet I’m NOT one and you don’t seem to be doing anything to discourage me." "Joey, honey, if you are happier, why would I want to discourage you from being happy and apparently healthier?" "That’s not the way marriage works. All of our bodies change over the years anyway. Yours is just making some rather more interesting adjustments. I don’t think I’ll mind unless you turn out prettier than I am."

"I don’t understand these changes Karen. When I see a pretty girl, I can’t seem to think of what she’d be like in bed anymore but how she manages to look so good and what I could do to look more like her. What brand of foundation does she use. How does she get her eyeliner to look like that, you know? My body is changing. My mind is changing and I’m liking the changes." "Want to work on that jealousy problem, she asked?"

"What do you mean?" "Sit, as she pointed to the vanity bench. And she very quickly filled in his brows, mascared his eyes, put a little blusher on correctly as well as a little eyeliner. "Wow!" "Still jealous?" "Not as much" was all Joey could manage! "Show me how to do that?" "Sure!" What followed was a rather basic lesson in the theory and application of makeup and Joey was a very rapt student.

"Heaven help me, Karen. If it means peace and love in this house, what the hell. And alright, I admit that the silks and satin are a turn on to me now even though I seem to be having a little problem between my legs. Actually, more than a little. I seem to not only be having difficulty, but I think they’re getting smaller too. Maybe I’m just acquiring an appreciation for the ‘finer’ things in life", and he laughed a little, nervous laugh. "And I know that my new chest would be more comfortable with the right sized bra supporting me. That damn sports bra feels like a choke collar around my boobs. MY BOOBS. Jeeze."

"I’m going to have to start really binding myself for work. And you don’t mind me having these?" "Not really. I get pleasure from them too, you know, and I don’t think you are through growing either judging by your sister." "Oh, great!"

"Just the other day, one of the girls complimented me on my creamy complexion and my hair and told me I’d look cuter with some dangle earrings and a pretty blouse. It’s a good thing we don’t have a bunch of friendly neighbors dropping in. I’m not used to jiggling when I walk and sure don’t want that to show through my shirt now, do I?" "I mean, it’s not like I’m going around in a dress and and heels and actually WANTING a bra to make me look more shapely to enhance my figure, is it?" "Not yet, Joey, but you really can’t appreciate the real situation we girls are in until you’ve walked all day in three inch heels on a hard floor with a C or D cup bouncing along out there like I do."

"What do you mean, ‘not yet?’" "Oh, never mind." "Yes, I mind, because I am becoming convinced I’m going to find out. I AM going to find out, aren’t I?" "Maybe hon. Maybe. All right. Probably! It’s in your genes and nobody can predict where you will stop."

"And, now that you mention it, that is one of the things that turns me on too he said." "What’s that?" "You know, the jiggle, the hips, the high heeled pumps." "Which one." Golly, Karen. Why’d you have to ask me that?" "Well?" "All of them. The whole ‘girl’ thing. The walk, the talk, the clothes." "So you admire nice breasts, nylons and pretty shoes and our little wiggle. What’s wrong with that?" "I thought all men appreciated those things. It’s one of the reasons we do it...to attract them." "Swell. Now I’m coveting clothing and actions that attract men. Just wonderful!"

"You’re right I guess, except, well, I have a little confession to make. Lately I’ve been dreaming about a girl dressed like you look when we go out. You know, sexy! She has a nice trim figure and is always in a clingy dress with her hair nicely done and pretty heels. I see her down at the mall but when she turns around to look at me...it’s a girl version of ME! I never figured on needing, wanting or having the breasts or hips OR the pretty clothes or shoes. The last time I had that dream, she was wearing a black dress with a scoop neck with a red shoulder bag, red belt and beautiful red pumps with ankle straps and they must have been four inch heels. And I was jealous, Karen." "I was JEALOUS," he said again as though he couldn’t believe the first time he said it and rested his head in his hands and he trembled a little. He was on the verge of crying and strangely unashamed of his emotions.

"And last time I walked through K-mart, without even realizing it I found myself checking out the womens shoes in the size 8 isle." "Actually, those mules and pumps are an 8 ½ hon, she casually remarked." I just love how they make your feet look so feminine and pretty Karen, and now I find myself thinking about how I want the same pretty feet for myself." "Am I cracking up, Karen?" Am I turning gay?" "Do you still want me as a wife, she asked?" "Yes" "Then you’re not gay"

"Where are we going here?" "I don’t know Joey. Have you always felt this way about womens pretty lingerie, clothes and high heels?" "I’m not sure." "I was never a jock, but I never thought of myself like I have been lately, either." "Anyway, I never figured I’d get the chance to find out and now it looks like I’m not going to be able to avoid dealing with it, doesn’t it? I mean, for heavens sake, that girl at the mall turns me on and I know it is really a feminine version of ME dressed to the nines and I get all kinds of fuzzy warm feelings about that."

"It’s beginning to look that way, Joey, unless you’d rather we return to our bickering all the time, but don’t despair. It’s fun being a girl and I have heard you remark about how hum drum and dull mens clothing is, haven’t I?" "I sure can’t deny that", he replied. "Same old stuff every day but you can’t base your whole life on clothing." "If you want the truth, Joey, I don’t really have all that many girlfriends. I wouldn’t mind having another one really handy, a helpmate here at home", she replied. "Call her a sister or a wife. Yes, I could stand to have a wife. I think that would be fun," she giggled.

She came home from the mall and found him in a pair of lounging pjs with hose and high heeled evening sandals on sitting in front of the tv reading Cosmo. "Just what do you think you are doing, Joey?" "Reading." "That’s not what I meant and you know it Joanne!

"I really don’t know. I just got the urge and it felt right". "Are those my shoes?" Well, uh... no. I got them at Famous Brands." "Really?" "Yes. I don’t know what came over me. I just walked in, found this cute pair of sandals hoping they’d fit ‘cause you said I’d take an 8 ½ , paid for them and started to leave. My heart was thumping a mile a minute so hard I thought the cashier could hear it but the cashier never batted an eye." " She probably never even looked up, Joanne." "Yes she did, and just smiled and said ‘thank you for shopping at Famous Brands’ and then she added, ‘and think of us when you need another pair but it’s best to try on sale shoes, because you can’t return those" and gave me a wink. "You can step into the back room for a moment and try them." "I must have blushed three shades." "I was lucky there was nobody behind me in line. It felt like she could see into my soul and knew exactly where my head was. She nailed me."

"Well, you seem to have gotten through that hurdle alright. Did you go in the back and try them on? "Well, I figured I was caught anyway so I did. The cashier even gave me a pair of peds to use. " "Good for you, girl. You might as well stay that way since I’ve ‘caught’ you anyway and out of the bedroom too. Do you realize you didn’t jump up and try to hide and just owned up to this?" Joey realized she was right. He was beginning to realize he could be at ease with his feminine side and dressing this way sure was more in tune with his now fully B size bosom and burgeoning bottom.

It had been over four months and he filled a size 10 completely like a second skin and the outline of his panties was clearly visible just like they were when Karen wore tight jeans. He had gotten used to the constriction of his genitals and cursed them for getting in the way of his pretty image. With some experimentation and a little pain, he found he could tuck his testes back where they came from, enhancing a smooth front to his panties. Honey, if you really feel comfortable the way you are dressed, I don’t mind if you try a few other little things." "Well, Karen, I was wondering...could I maybe try sleeping in something a little cooler?"

"What did you have in mind, Joey?" "Well, I kinda like that peach colored waltz gown with the spaghetti straps and the fitted bodice." "And where did you come with all the correct words for that sentence," she asked? "Probably from reading your magazines, I guess." "That sounds alright but girls don’t say ‘kinda’ Joanne. It IS quite pretty with the ruffles at the bottom, isn’t it? And I’m sure your bosom will look lovely in it. I really don’t mind and you’re right, gowns are cooler in the summer as are dresses instead of shorts."

"In fact, I thought you might be ready to enjoy some more liberated footwear too, so I came home with a pair of red flats that will go with the shirtwaist, slacks or jeans, also this pair of gold spiked mules that look nice with a waltz or pignoir set and a pair of black patent, 3" pumps for you to try with my little basic black dress." "Maybe we can produce that girl at the mall for you." "Really, Karen?" " Really." "We are getting along so well and it seems a small price to pay for our happiness, don’t you agree? I never figured on having a cross dresser for a husband, but if it makes us both happier, why fight it? I realize this may make my own mind set seem a little unusual, but I’ve always thought you were just a little too cute for a boy anyway so now maybe I can make a pretty girl out of you and we’ll both be happier. And I’ve always been jealous of those eyes and lashes of yours."

"For tonight, I think I’d like to see some full length hose with those heels and maybe you’d let me fix your hair a little, OK?" "OK Karen. Although I don’t think many cross dressers have bosoms like mine." "No, Joey, but it certainly looks attractive on you. You’re lucky I’m not the jealous type. Actually, you’d probably fall more into the ‘she-male’ category right now except I think most of them just have implants with working boy plumbing and yours are real and your plumbing doesn’t work so well anymore."

 

Chapter 6: Lessons in ladylike

"First, however, I think we had better show you how to shave like a lady. Get undressed while I run you a nice bubble bath. And don’t forget to wash and condition your hair. Here are two new razors. I don’t want to find a hair on you when you come out of there except on your head and down below and shave that one to look like mine if it needs it. You do remember what it looks like, don’t you?" "Yes ma’am", he said with a little giggle. "And towel off well and dust on some of that powder all over you from the pearl container on the corner shelf." "OK."

As he came out of the bathroom with a big pink towel wrapped around him from his bosom down and his hair swirled up in another one, she couldn’t help remarking, "My, that IS better and you smell so nice." When he came out and passed that mirror with the towel tucked between his mounds and his full hair just blow dried, he caught a glimpse of a girl. Definitely a young woman. A tingle went through him.

" First, we put the garter belt waist cincher on you. OK, now take the hose and work your way down so you have a whole leg in both hands, point your toes and pull that one all the way up very gently and fasten it to the clips. Here, I’ll show you how. Now, do the same with the other one. Don’t be afraid to tug at the top, but be careful with your nails. We may have to get you a pair of white cotton gloves. You really need to start paying attention to your manicures. You just got lucky with that pair the other day. Those are tough but oh, so silky. I get them at J.C. Penney. Pull up your panties nice and tight.

Now, tuck that little monster back as far as it will go. In fact, here, let me try something." "Hey, that hurt and besides, I already discovered how to do that.’ "Well, good then, and look at all that’s left to hide! Go on. Smooth yourself out more there. We don’t want to see Junior on a rampage when you are getting pretty." "Where’d the jewels actually go Karen?" "Back up inside you for a while, just about in the same place they’d be if they were ovaries." "I didn’t know that was possible!" "Yours aren’t that big any more dear and...well, not many men would find an advantage in it but I can see you will."

"Now, put your bra on like I showed you. That’s it. Now adjust the straps and your breasts in the cups. Good. girl. Those look very nice, honey. Joe blushed. He realized what noun she had just used. "You should learn to be proud of those. There’s no telling what size they are going to end up, but I’d look to your Mom and sister to get a clue and that it is a C or D clue, although that could take a couple years." "I think you are a little excited. Your nipples are aroused." "Now, at least while you are just sitting here at the vanity, I want you to try on your new high heels."

"Just step in and pull the back up. That’s it. Now stand up". " I’ll fall on my face, Karen. These must be an inch higher than the ones I bought but boy, they sure make my feet look cute." You have been practicing upstairs in heels haven’t you.?" "Yes." "And you have been walking all over the place in the white pumps." "These are just higher and sexier. "Don’t worry. Trust me. Just put your weight on the heel normally and the ball will take most of the pressure and don’t forget to put one foot in front of the other with the toes pointed forward." "That’s were the sexy sway comes from. You can’t stride out or splay your feet to the sides any more. Your steps won’t be much longer than your foot but you’re going to love it. Our walk is learned and you’ll need to practice. I stopped by the video store and got a fashion show. I want you to study how the girls walk. They learn to exaggerate, but it will help you with the concept."

"Well, now you are 5'11', rather statuesque. But that’s OK. I’m 5'10 in mine, too. How do they feel?" "Very comfortable Karen and very sexy. I didn’t think that it was possible to feel this way. And you get to do it all the time. Now I really AM jealous. I absolutely adore how I feel." It’ so...different!" "You absolutely ADORE it?" Girl words are sneaking into your speech pattern Joanne. But I though you might like them. If you buy good leather shoes they mold to your foot better and they do look very pretty on your feet. You have cute girl feet with a high arch and low instep."

"Have you noticed that you have been calling me ‘Joanne’ lately,"he said? "Well, it doesn’t sound as masculine as Joe and you certainly don’t look like the Joe I married now, do you?" "Guess not!" "I don’t FEEL or think like him either." "I feel, I don’t know...exited, somehow transformed into another world. It’s eerie! I’m me, I think, but it’s like I’ve been let loose in a candy store I never thought about playing in." "You’ll get used to it. It’s a light, airy, lovely and sensuous candy store too."

"Now, turn around and sit down so I can do a few little things here. The hot rollers are ready and you are going to get your first styling even though we should see about getting you a haircut at the salon, maybe even a perm. Now watch what I’m doing here. I’m not always going to be available to be your personal hair dresser. You can run around the house with your pony tail at your crown like any other girl or just let it fall and frame your face and then put it back to the nape of your neck at work. In fact, I’ve just had an inspiration about a French braid that would look cute on you from the crown back. It will end up about the nape of your neck. It’s a good thing you haven’t had your hair cut since you started on your tranquilizers. We’ll try that tomorrow. It’ll look really cute with a bow at the end. Let’s get you all rolled up in the hot rollers."

"Now that they are in and working, lets look at a few things here, Karen said. OK. Turn around. I don’t want you to see this until I’m finished. First, we take a few of these lower hairs from the brows. Don’t worry, just a few stragglers. Your customers aren’t going to notice anything stranger than what they’ve BEEN seeing. You have been going to work looking very androgynous lately anyway, Joanne. Just a few more tweaks and you’ll blow their minds." "Well, now that you mention it, some of the girls have begun treating me like one of them. They don’t hush up around me like they used to and they talk to me a lot more." "I’m not surprised. You’re getting too cute for your own good and they don’t see you as a guy on the make anymore. You’re becoming a part of their peer group."

"Hmmm! Alright. For tonight just a little blusher and lip gloss. "That tastes good." "My Loreal lipstick tastes better and is much sexier and creamier. Would you like to try some? What you’ve tried before is a cheaper brand." "It’ll wash off, right?" "Mine does, (mostly) unless you want to use some of the newer ones that stay on like glue and I don’t think you are quite ready for that yet!" "I’m NEVER going to ready for indelible lipstick. I’m a male, Karen." "From what I am seeing Joanne honey, you may have been born one but that may be up for a little debate after a while." "Yes, I guess I see what you mean. Real he men don’t go for this stuff and find themselves liking it, do they?" But she-males do, he thought to himself with a little smile. It was a rhetorical question anyway.

"OK. Now, lay your head back a little. First I’m going to outline a little and then fill in and after that you can smooch your lips together to seal everything. That’s a nicely shaped cupid’s bow, Joanne. I never realized your lips were that full. They are going to look nice and female. OK. Smoosh and blot. You’ve seen me do it a thousand times. Just blot where they close. You don’t want to take the shine off. There, now turn around and look at what you see in the mirror." "Holy Hanna, Karen, I may actually turn out kinda cute!" "Rather cute, Joey, not kinda and you needn’t be modest around me. You know you’re going to be a fox. Wait ‘till I do your eyes up for real tomorrow. Then we’ll really see how much natural potential you have. I’ll show you how to take makeup off later."

"Have you got a slip on?" "No." "Well, here. A lady doesn’t wear a dress without one." They went back downstairs and watched a movie of the week. It was Friday night. He hadn’t quite figured out why he was feeling so mellow and comfortable about all that was happening to him, but he trusted Karen and loved her and he loved the feelings he was having. She was his best friend. One of the characters in the program was wearing a slinky gown for the scene and Joey thought, wow, I wonder what I’d look like in that?

During the commercials, she decided to give him a French manicure and reshaped his nails and put a coat of clear hardener on them. He liked being pampered and did not resist even when he saw the white going on the tips. As she was running her hand up his nylon clad thighs toward his well constrained excitement, she said,"You know, Jo, Tvism must be something like adult onset diabetes. You just never know when it will strike," and they both giggled. "And I never made out with a boy who looked so sexy before either." Then she undid his garters, pulling down the hose and gave him a new pedicure, complete with deep rose enamel, applied some Dry-Kwik and let him put his hose back on.

 

Chapter 7: Bedtime

When the movie was over, they went up to the bedroom. Joey didn’t want to take off his pretty things and asked Karen if he could keep everything but the dress on while they played. "Whatever turns you on, honey," and so Joanne hopped into bed with his hose, heels panties and bra on. It was quite a turn on when she had to unhook HIS bra to get at HIS breasts and pull down HIS lacy panties. They made love and lots of mutual breast fondling and nibbling and he was having some serious problems down below so they tried some other things with long, Latin sounding names with mutually satisfying results. (PG14, remember?)

Having the hose and heels on seemed to be a turn on for both of them as they both loved the feel of the smooth and lacy textures mingling, and he was able to satisfy Karen although not the way he planned. Joanne would need some Juicy Fruit gum after this. Karen finally got high enough to retract the landing gear, in part because it WAS so erotic having her husband encased in feminine nylon, lace and pretty high heels. It was naughty, decadent and a real turn on for her and she wanted more. She was getting the hots to turn him into a real girl so they could make love for the next two hours.

Saturday they went shopping and she picked up a few items in a lingerie store and had them gift wrapped while Joe (well, let’s face it, what was left of Joe)was in Sears getting a faucet wrench for the kitchen sink. Now that she new her new ‘girl friend’s’ sizes, it was easy to shop for ‘her.’ She gave him the package at home and it contained two underwire bras, one with push up pads, and five pairs of high rise panties , two garter belt cinchers and three packages of regular stockings in taupe, suntan and black. He gushed a bit femininely and thanked her with a long, wet kiss. She wanted him to model and he did so willingly with hose, garter belt and the black patent pumps he never saw her buy and managed a nice, feminine and sexy walk for her appreciation. Of course, he had to wear his control panty for obvious reasons due to his excitement in his new dainties, although they were becoming less obvious all the time. Although he still had those old feelings, his orgasms had become internal, just like Karen’s, and he found that he could come to one just by thinking about how his wife was responding to his new body and manner of dress, not to mention his use of cosmetics and increasing femininity.

"You’ll have to learn to walk in those gracefully, just like any other girl. A lot of this girl stuff just doesn’t happen by accident, you know? It is not genetic. It is learned behavior that our men like to see in this society. Of course, as little girls, we all wanted to grow up and wear nail polish and lipstick and high heels and look pretty like our mommies, so we practiced a lot. Of course, you HAVE been practicing some with my high heeled mules and your own. You missed out on all that, so there’s no time like the present. No one is coming over today and now is as good a time as any. You can practice in the kitchen on the tile floor. It will be easier."

"Although, I did have the taps changed to leather so they would make more of a click when you walked. I thought you might enjoy that. It’s very sexy to hear yourself tapping your way down the street or through the mall. The sound is totally a feminine experience. Here, change into this pair of slacks." "They are too long, Karen." "No they aren’t silly. They are perfect for dress up wearing pumps. They will just barely cover your instep leaving a sexy amount of shoe exposed. You’ll see. And you’ll find it very sexy as the legs brush across your feet and will be able to see your feet better than if you wore the shirtwaist. Trust me. It’s very sexy wearing dress slacks and spikes."

"I have to use my left hand to pull up the zipper." "Of course. They are girl’s slacks, but I’ll bet you could get away with wearing them to work if you wanted to and just hiked the waist a bit or wear a higher heel. " The other girls may notice, but the men never will, Karen added." "The ‘other’ girls", he said? "Oh, you know what I mean. You’ve told me they’re already on to you," and she passed it off. "Have you noticed how you are using your hands and how you are moving and talking lately? If I didn’t have old pictures of my Joe, I might not know you. Even your voice is softer and more melodic like mine."

"Now, when you walk, I want you to think of your upper torso as a somewhat immovable object. Keep your arms and elbows in. If you must swing your arms, do it from the elbows keeping them in at your waist as much as possible. That way you avoid hitting your hips when you swing your arms by keeping the crease of your elbow toward the front of you. And you are going to learn all about that swivel you like watching except now when you watch, take notes! When you take a step, take part of it with your hips. Just let them roll and the upper thighs will follow and try to put one foot in front of the other. You won’t really be able to, but the effort will yield the result you are looking for."

"You won’t be able to take as long a step and if you don’t relax and let your hips swivel, it will look very odd and will make it hard for you to walk with poise. Now, start walking from one side of the kitchen to the other until you get it right." It took almost an hour, but Joey finally got the hang of it and was enjoying ‘her’ new found skill. Click, click, click across the vinyl floor. The sound of his heels just oozed sexy female. She’s right, he thought. There’s nothing as distinctive as that high heeled tap.

Karen’s clothing pretty much fitted him now and she encouraged him to try on some things from her closet and they found a few skirts, blouses and dresses that worked even though their coloring was different. She showed him about accessories and colors. They decided on an above the knee straight skirt to help further in reining in his stride and a blouse with ruffles at the cuffs and neck. Joe once again looked in the mirror and couldn’t believe his eyes. Karen did as she promised. He was completely made up and dressed as a female with his own hair done in cascading curls with dramatic eyes and he almost fainted at the sight. He actually got a little weak in the knees. The girl in his fantasy at the mall: HE WAS HER! She was him. They were one and Karen realized that she had finally done it. Now, he was a girl in mind and body, maybe not all the way yet, but looking promising.

Joanne realized that he was very content with the image in the mirror and found himself getting a little excited, but not much happened in the familiar nether region except those neat little pulses, contractions, whatever they were and he leaked a little but not like a man: more like a woman anticipating coitus. Instead, his nipples became very evident through the blouse. "Karen?" "Yes." "Why are my nipples so, well...you know?" "That’s one of the ways we show our excitement, silly, or haven’t you noticed that you’ve joined the ‘club.?" "They are filling in for your little whatsis that doesn’t work very well any more."

"Yeah, well today Cheryl, the unit secretary, noticed them and told me that she had a really cute blouse she’d like to see me in and made me promise to wear it if she brought it to work. And I DID! Can you believe it?" "Yes, honey, you are simply being accepted as one of the girls. It seems to be perfectly natural under the circumstances." "Well, my boss is a woman too, and what is SHE going to say?" "Joanne, if she doesn’t know already, I’d be amazed, and as long as your work is good, I’m betting she doesn’t even care. Women talk to one another about everything. You are your own boss, and she hasn’t fired you as a contractor, has she?" "No." "See! I’ll bet you could go in there with a dress and heels on and they wouldn’t even blink."

Joanne?" "Yes." "I just can’t relate to you dressed like that and still call you Joe in any form." "Jeeze. I can’t get over myself in this mirror. Guess I can’t get myself in the sack, can I?’ ‘she’ said teasingly and rhetorically." "No and you’re supposed to be in love with ME, not yourself, silly girl."

" Settle down, Joanne. Does that girl at the mall have a name?" "No." "How about Joanna then? I don’t really like Joanne that well." "Alright, Karen. I think I’m losing this battle anyway. I never knew I had these urges or could take so much pleasure like this. I really never knew there was a girl inside me. And I like Joanna. It seems right for what I see in this mirror and since you’ve given me so much help, I’m not so afraid of my feelings anymore. I really love you, you know!" "Yes, Joanna. I know." "OK, Joanna, time for your poise and mannerisms to take on an even more feminine shape, at least when you look like this. Let’s go downstairs for a little tutoring."

And so, they spent the first of many hours fine tuning the persona of Joanna. She tried and practiced, but ‘she’ was a little slow picking up on things. Having not grown up as a girl slowed things down a bit since it was coming all at once from all directions including a little encouragement from work. The girl did bring in the blouse and he changed into it in the men’s room. Feminine hair, eyebrows, nails, waistline, bust, hips, blouse, slacks and penny loafers. He was getting pretty close to taking up Karen’s challenge about the suit dress and heels. Joanna did get a compliment on her French manicure but gave the credit to Karen. "Joanna?" "Yes, Brandy?" "Are you one of those cross dresser people or something? I’m sorry but you’re just so cute lately and I’m sorry if I offend, but you act just like a girl too.

So, do you have a girl name?" "Joanna." "Oh, I like that." "Please don’t tell the boss Brandy!" "Oh, of course not honey. You’re one of US now."

He was beginning to really love his crossdressing and was still a little worried about it. They had a serious talk and Karen told Joanna how dedicated to their happiness she was, whatever it took, and offered to show him all he needed to pass as a woman, if that is what he wanted. Or, if he just wanted to relax at home en femme, that was OK too. She left it up to him/her. Karen was a little surprised at how calmly she was taking all of this, also. After all, she only began by wanting to effect a few minor ticks she didn’t appreciate in his macho character. Now he was being accepted as one of the ‘girls’ at work when (sort of) dressed as Joe. She couldn’t keep quiet any longer. It had to come out because she found herself really wanting to turn him all the way around.

 

Chapter 8: The Confession

"I have a confession to make, Joanna." "What?" "Those tranquilizers you’ve been taking for the last seven months...aren’t really tranquilizers although they did relieve your anxieties!" "I know, Karen." "WHAT?" You KNOW?" "I KNOW, Karen. I looked at the bottles after you’d been giving them to me for about four months and was having all these warm, fuzzy, strange feelings and feminine desires and things going on with my body and my mind and finding myself loving what was happening with the clothes and heels and all. I knew this was your doing, at least when it first began. Now, I think it is my own. I know I don’t want to stop and don’t think I could even if I wanted to. I’m too much of a woman now."

" I didn’t know what it meant, so I looked it up at a website. I’ve known for the last three months and decided that if this is what is takes to keep you happy, make myself happy and keep us from fighting, then so be it. I give up. I’m a girl for you whenever, however you want me or just for myself, if you’ll have me this way. My whole being feels so comfortable this way. If I thought I could get away with it, I WOULD go in to work as Joanna. I’d just go ahead and BE Joanna. And the funny thing is, it doesn’t seem to be all about the clothing anymore, although I still get off on it. And that, I just don’t understand. In fact, that part is rather scary, ‘cause I think it may be getting sexual as well. I mean, when I get all dressed to kill in a clingy dress and sexy pumps and my makeup just so, it’s just like, well, it’s my clothes. It’s just the way we dress, you know? Like you said, I enjoy being a girl and the clothing is the icing on the cake. Does that make any sense & meet with your approval and if not, how can I turn back now?"

"Oh, Joanna, I just don’t know what to say. You have been so sweet through all of this strangeness and I love you so much. I never imagined you would take to it like a duck to water. I don’t want you to be hurt in any way." "I’m not hurt, Karen. Different certainly but not hurt. In fact, I don’t think I have ever felt better physically or emotionally than I do right now. I guess I’m not much of a husband anymore, but maybe I really should have been a girl. I love it. I’ve begun to feel as though you’ve helped to give me a great gift, helping me to release a spirit I didn’t even know was in me. This isn’t the fulfillment of a life long dream, but I can’t put into words just how much I really enjoy the way my ‘tranquilizers’ have made me look and feel." "I always thought I lusted after women and here I find that maybe I was lusting after BECOMING one." "Really Joanna? BECOMING ONE?" " I don’t know any more, Karen." "I just don’t know. Maybe!" boy, that was something I hadn’t counted on at all, she thought. Still, I sure enjoy what ‘she’ does to me, maybe I’d enjoy doing the same to ‘her.’

"So tell me Karen; I know the how now but what about the why?" "Alright, she said, you have a right to know. You were OK in school but when you got out into the work environment, I think the pressure got to you. You probably didn’t even know it but you were really coming home stressed out and giving me a very hard time. Remember what you said when I called you a 5 minute wonder?" "Vaguely."

"You said that you would do ANYTHING to improve the situation, remember?" "Oh, yeah, and I told you to look into it." "And I did, with an old and trusted friend. I took you at your word. She arranged for your special vitamins and we had some good loving after about a month as they calmed you. And then I noticed you sitting on the bed as you had been doing, watching me put on my makeup, only you were not watching, you were studying how I was doing it. It was obvious. I then wondered if you were having some inclinations toward freeing up some of your own feminine side. We all have both, you know. You WERE being mellowed out by the therapy.

That’s when I decided to neglect the washing and you accepted my offer of soft silks and satin and obviously liked it. I thought that would be the end of it but then your bumps began to grow and you weren’t really complaining or asking to go the doctor about it. You seemed comfortable with your image in satin and high heeled slippers in the mirror and it was cute watching you grow and change. You were accepting the changes in your body and wanting more and more feminine clothing and slowly began to wear it to work and in front of me without fear or embarrassment. Your innate femininity was finding an outlet for expression. All men have some. They just won’t let it loose."

"Remember when I put your hair up with a little lipstick and you went to bed that way?" "Yes, of course." "And you got wise to the ‘vitamins’ and still kept quiet for three more months. You LIKED the changes. No need denying it, right?" "Well, on the one hand, that old job stress is gone but on the other, I don’t quite know where I belong anymore. I’m...confused. I love the way I look when I am dressed as a girl but I can’t let Joanna be fully realized and go to work that way, can I? Cheryl would really get a kick out of it though, I’ll bet. She’s been really sweet to me since I began to dress, well, you know, the way I dress. She keeps trying to get me to escalate my femme side but I don’t want to get fired when I’m over half way through this job. Besides, we need the income."

"Well, what do you feel comfortable with? What you are wearing to work is 100% ladies wear right down to your tasseled loafers. If you can leave it at that for this job, where we go from here is strictly up to you. I never in my wildest dreams thought you would allow this to come this far, but you have. I like you soft and pretty better than I did hard and stressed. You are healthier now and that is more important than how you dress. Just give it some serious thought and we will talk about it again later."

While his curves had been increasing, his manhood had been shrinking steadily back to his pre-pubescent days but they could still manage, after a fashion; actually, more in a girl fashion and we all know that is a mouthy situation. When push came to shove, Joanna had been totally chemically castrated and Joe didn’t need to worry about revealing himself while dressed girlishly. Now, only a minor amount of sterile seminal fluid came out during climax after climax after climax. This was FUN!

Over the next couple months, Karen tried to cover everything she could about the acquired behaviors of femininity during their tutoring sessions. Joanna had a good ten years of catching up to do. She schooled Joanna in how to walk, talk and use ‘girl’ words, gesture, stand, sit, bend over from the knees, eat and move gracefully and how to chat ‘girl talk’ about clothes and hair and men and periods and laundering undies. She even did some baby sitting so Joanna could get used to dealing with diapers and messes and handling babies and young children as a woman.

She taught her everything she knew about make-up and hair and they practiced almost every day with Joanna in charge of Joe’s body. Joanna’s wardrobe of everything feminine had tripled. She never wore a stitch of real boy clothes to work anymore. Hadn’t for some time. By the time eight months had rolled aound, they were both getting a little excited to see if he could pass in the real world. It was high time to try, because Joanna just couldn’t hide herself at work anymore and the whole place was buzzing anyway. The sports bra was a joke now as her suit coats hung straight down from her bosom as with any female and buttoning a coat, well, that was out of the question as it only made her figure more alluring and so definitely curvy and female.

She’d made some really good girl friends by that time though. Being an independent contractor, she didn’t have to worry about promotions because there wouldn’t be any. So they decided to take a chance. Karen called up the job and told Joe’s boss that he couldn’t come in today and could they send his sister instead. "Does she know computers?" "Just as well as Joe." "Well then, I don’t see why not." That night, they went to the mall and had Joanna’s ears pierced-twice.

And so Joanna went to work that day in a light grey business suit with white blouse and grey mid heeled suede pumps, her hair done up in cascading curls falling over little golden hoop earrings and studs. The whole office applauded because they knew, of course, just who Joanna was. But the next day, Joey was back at work but wearing that cute blouse of Cheryl’s’ again and just little studs in his ears. However, he did have on a pair of black flats with his green ladies slacks and some mauve colored lip gloss by Cover Girl. Laura, his boss, told him he looked nice. She was the only one that said anything about it. Joe really thought he went out on a limb with that move but just couldn’t resist the temptation to try it. No problem. Brandy just cooed all over her new girlfriend.

To put a new spin on an old cigarette ad phrase, Joanna had become ‘so round, so firm, so fully packed and easy on the eyes.’ Karen had always thought that Joe had a little natural androgyny going and his attitude about not wanting to cut his hair just added fuel to the idea. Not cutting the hair surely had paid off for Joanna, if not for Joe. Joe’s hair was down to his shoulder blades and was in very good condition and now very thick. They had decided to perm his hair to take up some of the length but it only made him look more like Joanna. The hormones had refined his skin and hair, adding softness and curves to his now even more slender 132 pound body which got a workout every day, and those hairs never did return to his chest. He had run a little track in high school and his well defined calves looked great in hose, heels and a skirt.

It was another Thursday and Joyce had stopped by on the way home to see how things were coming along. She really hadn’t seen the results of Joe’s therapy and was anxioius to hear all about it, although she and Karen had talked on the phone several times about the welcome attitude adjustment during the first couple months. They had not talked since he really began to blossom. She didn’t know how Joyce was going to react to actually SEEING Joe/Joanna. Joe was still at work and it would be at least an hour before he got home, so they had a little time to talk.

 

Chapter 9: Joyce Reveals All

"Where did you ever get the idea for the hormones, Joyce?" " How do you think I got Tom under control?" Karen’s eyebrows went up as she exclaimed, "You mean that Tom is also..? and her voice trailed off as she sank back into her chair in disbelief and shock.

Joyce replied, "Sure, for the last 18 months only more so. He has been a perfect little darling. Or, rather, I should say "she has." Well, not so much at first, but then by now, you know how that goes." "I’m beginning to get the picture", Karen replied. "But why?" "So, I guess that cat is out, I may as well tell you my side of this little escapade. You see, Tom, unlike Joe, was being perfectly horrid to me, a real jerk, abusing me verbally and physically, and one night he slapped me really hard when I refused to do something he wanted in bed. I wanted to get even and one night I was lying there in bed musing about how to do it and the idea struck me like a thunderbolt; why not give him a REAL attitude adjustment and show him how it felt to feel weak and vulnerable like a woman and right then I decided to turn him into one of us."

"So, devlish little me got on the phone with Barbara and we cooked up the whole scheme and then later she threw in another ingredient or two into the pot after things were well along. This wasn’t going to be a minor fix up like you were looking to do with Joe. I was definitely going all the way. I knew it would work just as well with Joe. How is he, by the way?"

"Oh, he’s fine, really fine" replied Karen with a peculiar grin. "Well, I was really ticked and was looking for revenge. I still loved him and didn’t want a divorce so I went to Barbara, and told her what I had in mind and she said it would serve the little twit right for abusing me and wrote me out a prescription and told me how to use it for maximum effect. She gave me all the Premarin and progesterone and spironolactone I could ever use with indefinite refills for a year, which is what you also have now." Tom, or rather, Terri, is on her second year."

"Of course, I had to get Tom to take them, so I told Tom they were those new DHEA tablets and would boost his testosterone, and he began to swallow them like popcorn and I had him up to eight a day in about two months." "Well, pretty soon, he wasn’t the cocky little rooster he’d been, lying around, never helping me with the house or yard or anything else, vegging out watching football games while I slaved away, and his body and mind began to change. He mellowed a lot. Our hormones do have a lot to do with how we think and respond, you know.

We couldn’t give him shots without his consent but that too was worked out because as he began losing muscle and strength, he was looking for an energy boost and the doctor suggested that maybe he needed "B12" shots. He soon was taking "B12" shots every week as well." "Of course, then I had him cut back on the ‘DHEA' to only two a day because the B12 was really Estradiol combined with spironolactone that I put some red food coloring in." Now, at 1 ½ years down the road, she has been completely chemically castrated and the boy stuff has virtually disappeared. I mean, a light control panty and no one would even guess even if some guy slipped his hand up there, and she can wear a bikini swim suit without worry. The other day I almost let his new name slip out."

"Honey, I want to tell you, I was really enjoying this. He became more reasonable and even started to help me some and soon I had an apron on him and he was helping me with the housework and really getting into it and began wanting to dress the part of the housewife, so I let him. He was into a 36A in just the first two months. By the time the 3^rd month rolled around, he was wearing a B cup and he was thumbing through my issues of Cosmo and and Woman’s Day and we suddenly were in conversations talking about what he thought about this or that article or dress and shoes or jewelry, hair styles and so on. The real key to my success was what was going on in bed. No, not sex but what was happening while Terri was asleep.

"His mind was accepting what was happening to his body so easily because I was playing subliminal tapes that Barbara had gotten me from a psychologist friend of hers on dealing with acceptance of ones roll in life as a woman. I’m telling you, it was beautiful! He never knew what hit him. He became more feminine everyday and loved every minute of it. He really didn’t have a choice."

"For all intents, Tom was gone forever, replaced by Terri. So, it was no problem to get him to go to an electologist and get his nasty old beard removed completely and get his eyebrows shaped." "He even let her do his bikini line and his hands. By this time, ‘she’ was going to the beauty parlor and we had two holes pierced in each ear and permanent eyeliner done. She loves studs in the top and dangles in the bottoms. Now, she’s had permanent eyebrows and lip liner done. Tommy ain’t comin’ home."

"In fact, he loved his new body so much, he even wanted to make it MORE feminine and Barbara sent us to a plastic surgeon and we had his waist and tummy reduced a couple more inches with liposuction and had it pumped into his hips and thighs to widen them and had his adams apple shaved and a tiny bit of rhinoplasty at the same time. She smoothed the way by telling him that Terri was one of her pre-ops. I didn’t tell him about that little adjustment beforehand. The tapes made him do girl workouts, so he will have a nice tight butt and firm bod and he is now a perfect 10 with measurements of 34C, 26, 36 and does she ever fill a pair of shorts, jeans or a straight skirt." By then, we couldn’t even begin to produce a reasonable facsimile of Tom, so he just had to disappear. We toyed with killing him but that would have killed the business too, so we just went the usual marital route and got divorced, leaving Tom to disappear and Terri to surface as his sister.

The only way I could explain Tom’s absence was finally to tell everyone that we were divorced and it didn’t look like we would be getting back together. Of course, we have found other ways to get together. Everyone has seemed to accept this now, including me. My conscience did have a twinge or two, but when I realized how much he was enjoying becoming a girl, I stopped chiding myself, started being happy for him and just accepted his fate. Maybe he was really meant to be a girl. Terri really is very pretty. Now, everybody in the neighborhood knows that I live with Tom’s sister, Terri."

"His mind couldn’t help itself with the chemical and psychological conditioning and his body was now quite a knockout. Fairly soon in his therapy he began asking me if he could, you know, borrow a nighty because his breasts were so sensitive after the first couple months and I agreed, naturally. "We got to the nightie part pretty early on too, said Karen." "Oh, really?" "That’s interesting." Their nipples do get tender, poor darlings."

" And then I suggested that he start taping his nipples down with band aids during work because they were erect all the time but he didn’t like that so if he liked my nylon gowns so much, why not begin wearing nylon panties and a teddy under his work clothes." "He accepted the idea without question. Then, when winter came, he complained of cold legs because they were, of course, shaved, so I suggested wearing hose or tights to work under his pants just like any other woman would. So, underneath, he was all girl. All the suggestions are on the tapes in one form or another. Of course, he very quickly had to begin using the stalls at work instead of the urinals. I cannot begin to tell you how great the hormones worked and how fast he was becoming a she."

"He began wearing girls loafers to work and didn’t give a damn who noticed. No one did, actually, until he began wearing the ones with a stacked heel. Then they noticed. And then he found a pair of cute black and white saddle oxfords like we used to wear. And, of course, as the tapes progressed, his mannerisms became more female, not swishy, but definitely not masculine, and he started using his hands like they had wet nail polish on them, decidedly feminine and his vocabulary changed to match.

As his torso modified, he began to hesitantly express wanting more and more to wear feminine clothing and nightwear because the new persona didn’t like her male clothing and I just let that take it’s head and let her have anything she wanted as if it were the most natural thing in the world. After all, I didn’t want a conflict with the imprinting or what were becoming her natural desires, thoughts and traits. Like so many of us, she became somewhat of a shop till you dropper and bargain nut, and we go shopping together all the time. She likes having me there for ‘another woman’s’ opinion."

We measured him and while he’ll never have a female pelvis, his butt bloomed out to a 38 while he now took a 34C bra and couldn’t wait to get home and changed into ‘something comfortable’ like he was being programmed to do, namely a dress, hose and heels complete with make-up or maybe lounging pajamas. " It’s been like being married to one of the Stepford wives. The exercises that she does have modified her dimensions and she lost some hips and more waist and went to a 34D bra as her upper torso became smaller in the chest and shoulders. The member that Tom had been so proud of was no longer of any use except peeing. Now his thighs rub together just like ours as they were also filled in with his own fat."

"I started calling him Teresa, Terri for short, and he loved it. Fortunately, Tom has a good job as a computer consultant also, and makes good money, so pretty soon, we had Terri a nice little wardrobe. You wouldn’t believe the changes and I was rid of having to deal with nasty, abusive Tom and now had lovely Terri as a best girlfriend and companion and didn’t have to be concerned about getting pushed around anymore, or for that matter, pregnant. Her seminal fluid no longer contains anything useful if there is any left at all and anyway, she is incapable of performing as a male. She has become pretty much asexual, except for the fact that I do catch her sizing up men, so what we do in bed is a little strange on the rare occasions when it happens, but that is OK and satifies us both for now anyway and she orgasms just like any other woman."

"All this took about a year. She was pretty far gone after six months of intensive therapy and that’s why I couldn’t get Tom to come over here ever since he was about six months along. He was scared you guys would notice all the incongruous changes and start asking some of the right questions. Tom became his alter ego and Terri really had to work at it because of the subliminal programming."

"But, finally, between jobs, we had to make some decisions. The imprinting was making him talk like a girl, too. That girl I introduced you to about 3 months ago was Terri and you didn’t have a clue! She doesn’t need her gaff anymore and has to sit to pee and she accepts it as perfectly natural. Doesn’t even ever think of herself as having been male. The testicles are back up inside her and her ‘clit’ is now like a six year old’s thumb. No one would ever guess Tom was in there someplace."

"Of course, she is now also very difficult to hide and since she is really quite attractive, we came to the conclusion that she should become Tom’s first ‘employee’ since Tom was opening a branch in another city, which explained his absence from town and we decided it would be better to begin sending her out on sales and service calls instead of him. Well, she passes like she was a girl all her life and the men especially like the qualities of beauty and brains, at least the ones who aren’t threatened by it. Oh, they don’t take her quite as seriously as they would Tom, but that doesn’t seem to get in the way of our paychecks. And, of course, all of her clothes have been chosen to maximize her figure, which I’m sure they also appreciate. Men are such lecherous, horny rutters. All Tom’s clothing was given away long ago. Terri has her own six foot walk in closet just brimming over with suits, dresses, blouses, coats and shoes and a nine drawer chest of lingerie.

" Barbara got some tapes about pitch, modulation and feminine speech patterns and Terri’s voice became a lilting contralto with all the right inflections after only about three weeks once they were started. That was back about the time she wanted to get the liposuction which made her much too feminine appearing to have that old Tom voice. I listened to one of the tapes and it had her practicing her new voice in the car and whenever she was alone. Now, Terri can’t find Tom’s voice. It is no longer in her mental range, even if she actually may still have it."

"Oh, I’d just love to try that one on Joanna. I wonder how they would like a new voice to go with all those girl clothes Joe wears to work. May I borrow it?" "Sure, you can have it tomorrow. In another six months, the year of working and living as a woman will be over and Terri will go out to Colorado and really become my sister, and with the surgery they can do now, she will have everything she needs to get along with a man, with all the nerve endings preserved, if she ever wants one and I think she will." "She has become a very natural woman." "The GIRL clothes Joe wears to work? That just hit me. He’s dressing like a girl going to work?" "Wait. You’ll see, said Karen."

Just then, Joe walked in the door and saw Joyce and just knew instinctively that she was the one who had helped him discover his other side. He was, of course, dressed in his usual very feminine man tailored best feminine suit with flats and this did not escape Joyce’s keen eye. In fact, she couldn’t help telling him how nice he looked. They exchanged pleasantries and he could see they were in the middle of something, and so excused him/herself to the bedroom and safety, or so he thought. Meanwhile, downstairs, Karen was about to drop the bomb.

"Did I tell you that Joe has been to work as Joanna once in full dress, asked Karen?" "NO, really? That’s terrific", Joyce replied. "What was the reaction?" "None, really, except that all the girls applauded when she came in with a skirted business suit, heels, polished nails, dangles and a new ‘do.’" "How did Joanna like the feeling?" "She LOVED it and wore flats in the very next day as Joe and ever since." "I guess things went a little further with Joe than you were planning?"

"Yes, after the ‘vitamins’ mellowed him out, he began to sprout a bosom and things just seemed to go in that direction ever since. It was fun watching the changes. We ARE getting along so much better and I just really don’t seem to mind it either. In fact, when I realized where his head was, I began to offer ‘her’ various clothing options in the bedroom and then it moved out into the living room and now Joanna has been out in the real world at work. It’s amazing. I actually got the hots for converting her all the way too."

"Are you OK with Terri becoming a woman Joyce", asked Karen? Joyce replied, "I can’t wait to see that happen. I wish I could be invisible in the room the first time she has multiple orgasms with a man. Guess I’ve developed a soft spot for my little creation. I’ve mellowed out some and there is no use being angry with him anymore since ‘he’ is practically non existent anyway. Revenge was sweet and I couldn’t want a better girl friend. She is more true to me than Tom ever was. The things the tapes didn’t re-program him for, I have taught her, just like any older sister would and my little plan has worked out just about perfectly, don’t you think? His attitude adjustment is now complete and I’ve had my revenge, so I’ve reduced spouse abuse by one even though I may have created the competition for my next husband."

"Wow, Joyce, I never knew you could get that pissed with somebody and of course, we did notice changes in Tom but didn’t want to say anything and it HAS been awhile since we’ve seen ‘him’. You’ve always had some excuse why he wasn’t there and your sis in law Terri was." "Now I understand why there was such a strong family resemblance to Tom." "I think she is VERY pretty and at only 5'8" like Joanna, would be just right for modeling, only Joanna is just cute, not pretty enough to be a model like Terri." "We’ve talked about that, Karen. We might try to get her modeling work here and she could do the computer thing over in Traverse City. Now that Joanna seems to be following in her footsteps and it’s all out in the open, it’s about time we four girls got together and had a hen party, don’t you think?" "Sure." "Sounds like fun. And what stories we’ll all have to tell."

"And, now that I have things completely under control, if you’d like, you can borrow the tapes and pillow speaker. I guarantee, Joanna will become a perfect lady uncontrollably, if that is what you or she would like to do with your new girl friend. One word of caution though. The programming is pretty much irreversible. The body stuff is one thing, but the brainwashing is quite another." "Well, I don’t know, Joyce. She has gone to work as Joanna and nobody seems to mind but I don’t know about going all the way with her head unless she really wants to."

"I do love Joanna and if that is what she really wants, then that is what will happen but I’m leaving it up to her." Joyce added, " if you decide to go that route, you may as well start her on her ‘B12' shots. By this time, she can’t be getting much satisfaction from having that old useless thing between her legs anyway and with a gaff, you’ll swear you’re looking at a love canal. "I WOULD like to see her in a bikini, said Karen. I think she has a great bod and that liposuction does sound like a neat idea. I wonder what Joanna would look like with a 26" waist? Of course, that would be the end of Joe for sure."

"Female impersonators wear gaffs dancing in front of real men and you can’t even tell they are not women and some of them are really well endowed", Joyce told her. "Well, we can see if Joanna wants to try it. I don’t think I need to push her along like you did with Terri because we’re coming from different motivations, but I know she would enjoy looking unmistakably female when she is dressed that way and those voice tapes would sure help that. She did make a remark about really becoming a girl once. And yes, Joanna could still stand some more behavioral modifications, so I accept your offer of the other tapes too."

"Who knows, I may just go ahead with the behavioral mods anyway and sort of neglect to tell her until I’m satisfied she’s thoroughly female, although he hasn’t given me any crap for quite a while. I’ll give you a progress report when I see the changes you’ve described begin to show up. If I don’t like them, I can always stop. They won’t make him really swishy, will they?" "Oh no," replied Joyce, " but undeniably female in every nuance of every move she makes and everything she says."

"Of course, there ARE disadvantages, like when you need someone strong to move or lift something and Terri can’t do it alone anymore. And also, once you are well along with the tapes, you are also going to be faced with sending Joanna out into the work force for real and all the time, because the imprinting is turned on ALL the time and Joe won’t be able to ‘pass’ as Joe anymore. He will be all girl from inside out, as I said, uncontrollably, incapable of thinking like a male. Joe will literally disappear off the planet. You would not believe how utterly feminine Terri has become. But, we can get those little things taken care of even without a man around the house, can’t we?"

"Muscle mass and neutralizing the testosterone eventually causes their bodies to take on the same softness and same lack of muscle definition as ours. Actually, we may have a problem because I think I may be a little jealous of how pretty she turned out. I’m doing my best to deal with that. Terri has become my competition, but it was my own doing, so I can’t say much. Who knows, I may get a little plastic work myself, just to stay ahead!! If you go ahead with the tapes, Joanna may remain asexual, heterosexual female or, in her mind, turn gay considering you guys are still married. I’ve been dealing with the possibility that Terri and I may both end up dating men and living together as sisters. It could get pretty strange, so think about it awhile first."

"Joanna loves to dress up as she doesn’t get the chance to do it at work for real much like Terri does. I’m sure she’d adore to, and I just know when she understands who Terri really is, they are going to become best friends since they have so much common ground. Terri is so much farther ahead, I’m sure she has a lot she could teach Joanna," Karen remarked. "Why don’t we get together over the weekend. In fact, why don’t we think about incorporating", said Joyce. The ‘girls’ could go out and handle the nuts and bolts and we could do the rest. Think about it". " I will, Joyce." See you and Terri Saturday night about seven?" "Fine."

 

And the adventure began anew.

Joanna got a part time job nights to try it out doing data entry for a local department store. It didn’t pay much but it was good experience for a new ‘girl.’ She passed beautifully and loved it. No one ever had a clue she was anything but a completely feminine being. People are beginning to do double takes and act a little strange toward Joe. I think she would really appreciate the tapes now, thought Karen. I think I’ll start her on them for Christmas. This job Joe is on will end about then and then Joanna can have a life of her own. And just as Joyce had promised, as if by magic, Joanna became a perfect lady right before my eyes. I didn’t have to tell her another thing or correct her about anything. She remembers Joe and her other life but is just thrilled with her new one. Those subliminal people really know how to teach.

 

The end.

 

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