Booby Trap

by Jennifer White

 

Monica was just livid. She had been married to Kyle for five years now, and she felt stupid for not having seen the truth before: her husband was a secret crossdresser. There had been a few times when she had looked for something such as her black bra, and couldn't find it with the others in the drawer. Then, a few days later, there it was! She thought she was going crazy when that happened to her a few times, with her panties, with her bras, and with one of her skirts.

She had caught Kyle staring at her clothes more than once, when she snuck into the room. He would explain that he was just thinking of them on *her*, and she thought it was so sweet that she would just hug him, and forget about it.

Now that she had him figured out though, she knew he was looking at her clothes because *he* wanted to dress up in them. Now it made sense why he actually liked going shopping with her. She thought it was so special: how many husbands are actually willing to go clothes shopping with their wives? But now, it just made her fume.

Another odd thing that made sense now, was how some of her panties and her nylons had worn out so fast. She put one a pair of pantyhose for just the second time, and they didn't feel as snug as they should have, as if they were stretched out from prolonged use. Or another pair got a run right away, even though she was careful as always with them. And some of her panties lost their elasticity really quickly. Before, she thought it was poor quality materials. Now she knew: it was Kyle's fault.

Monica had a pink tennis skirt, which she was putting on that very morning, preparing to go out and play with the ladies in her day league. The skirt had built in shorts, and she was concerned that it had been a little too small for her when she bought it. But it was a great bargain, and she just couldn't pass it up. She went to try it on, and much to her delight, it felt better than she remembered! It wasn't that snug and tight after all. She felt good, she must be losing weight!

Then she took out the matching pink top. It was just *so* cute, and even though it was a perfect fit, she had been reluctant to wear it, because it didn't match any of her other skirts. So today she would finally be able to get into it. It was sleeveless, with thin straps over the shoulders, and a built-in bra. She took it off the hanger, and then a look of horror came over her face.

There, on the side of the top, was a streak of white, like you get when you put on something when you're wearing that white colored deodorant. But she had never worn it, so how could it have a white streak? She sniffed it, and her heart broke when she detected the smell.

Instead of the baby powder scent of her white deodorant, it was the strong scent of Kyle's antiperspirant. And she could smell *him* on it. She turned it inside out, and there, on the inside front, she could see hairs. There was no doubt: Kyle had been wearing her tennis top.

That sent off the logic in her head: if he wore her top, then he must have worn the skirt. He had stretched it out. She hadn't lost weight: he had been wearing her skirt. And if he was wearing that, then it would explain all the other mysterious things about her clothes. The worn out elastic. The misplaced items that suddenly reappear. His interest in her clothes, and in clothes shopping.

Monica was crying as she packed her tennis bag, and drove over to the club. She was seething with anger when she got on court, and she really knocked the ball *hard*, taking out her inner emotions on the poor ball!

After tennis, the ladies always got together at the local cafe for iced tea, a snack, and of course gossiping. The four of them sat there, talking about who at the club was dating who, who had just broken up, how the one pro had been seen too many times with this one young lady, and all of the other tidbits of information they loved to share.

"Monica, you're being so quiet today" said Jean. "What's wrong honey?"

Monica was silent.

"Come on babe, you were really slamming that ball like you were angry about something" said Anne. "Plus, I could see that your mascara ran. Were you crying before you came on court?"

"You can tell us anything" said Linda. "We're your friends. We just want to help you. You'll feel better if you talk about it."

"Okay" said Monica. "This is hard, but I caught my husband doing something he should be doing."

"He cheated on you?" said Jean, her mouth open in amazement.

"Worse. He's been dressing up in my clothes when I'm not around. He'll be home by now, and he's probably got one of my bras on."

"Oh honey, that's so terrible!" said Linda.

They all expressed their deepest sympathies to her, and made her feel better about herself, telling her that it wasn't her fault, it was all *his*.

"You know, I have a friend who knows about these things" said Linda.

"What did she do about it?" asked Monica.

"Why don't I hook you two up, so you can discuss it?" she replied.

 

When Monica left the cafe to drive home, she had the phone number for Linda's friend Jennifer. She called Jennifer right there, on her cell phone as she drove. Monica explained what was going on, and listened to what Jennifer recommended to do. Monica pulled over so she could write down the addresses for the web sites she would need to visit, and which items to order.

That night, as Kyle went to bed, Monica stayed up to surf the net, and order the supplies she would need. In two days they would arrive, and she could set her trap.

 

* * *

 

Monica was excited when the boxes all showed up, on time, as promised by the web sites. She opened them, and took all the supplies upstairs. Luckily, it was garbage day, so she put all the boxes out with the trash. They'd be picked up by the time Kyle came home, and he'd never suspect that she had been on a shopping spree.

She took the items she wouldn't need for a while, and hid them in a hot box in the closet. She hoped he wasn't putting on her hats too, because then he might discover her plan prematurely. She would put that box at the bottom, just in case.

Next, she took out the bra. It was the sexiest laciest shiny red thing, with extra padding too. It would be irresistible to him! She took out the special cream, and with rubber gloves on her hands, she rubbed it all along the inside of the bra. In the cups, on the strap, on the band. While it was still wet, she sprinkled some of the powder on too. She rubbed it in as well, and it quickly reacted with the cream, losing it's color. Now, you couldn't see that there was anything applied to the inside. Last came an application of a second special powder, but just to the cups of the bra.

She let the bra dry, then carefully folded it up. She sprayed it with a special perfume, and put it on the top of her pile in her bra drawer. He would notice it there, and it would call to him. He would put it on, and the fun would begin. Now it was time to treat the matching panties she had bought. Again, she applied special creams and powders to it, in just the right places. After it dried, she also sprayed the perfume on it. She folded it carefully, and put it away for him to find.

Her last task was to prepare the new nylons. They needed to be sprayed with a special aerosol product she had bought online too. She let them dry, sprayed them again, waited until once again they were dry, and then put them away as well, in the drawer with the others. She gave them a little puff of the perfume as well, just in case.

So it was ready. Monica carefully put away all of her supplies, into the hat box in the back of the closet. Now all she had to do was to give him a chance to get at it.
"Honey?" she said innocently, "I'm going shopping with Kathy this evening. Her niece is having a baby shower, and we're going to pick out a present for her. Then we're going to the mall, because they're having a sale, and I wanted to get you a new pair of shoes. Your brows ones look too scuffed up, and you need something nicer."

"Oh, they're fine" replied Kyle. "I don't need new shoes."

A typical male reaction. Monica nodded her head, and thought to herself about how funny it was that he was hung up about dressing in women's clothes, when he didn't even *think* like a girl inside. He might like to believe that a part of him was girlish, but she knew better.

She kissed him good-bye, and headed out the door. In fact, she really was going to meet up with her friend to shop for a shower. But she was going to make sure that he knew he'd have a long time at home alone.

 

Kyle waited half an hour after Monica left before he went to their bedroom. He had seen too many times when she had returned quickly, having forgotten something. But he figured that if she was gone 30 minutes, then it was safe to proceed.

He went into the bedroom, and even though he was the only person in the house, he locked the door. No surprises that way. And then he pulled down the shades, so that nobody could see in. Now it was safe. Now he could start.

Kyle went to the panty drawer first, and he was thrilled to see the new arrival there. They were red, shiny, lacy, and oh so sexy looking. At first he wondered if he shouldn't try them on. They were brand new, and she might notice. But they even *smelled* good. Irresistible in fact. He pulled them out, and lovingly caressed them with his fingers, while he looked through the bra drawer.

Bingo! There was a matching bra. He felt a shiver all over. He just *had* to wear these, and try them on to see how they felt. He stripped down naked, and pulled the wonderful panties up until they were snug against his crotch. They felt so good! So luxurious! Shivers of pleasure ran up and down his spine. They were *so* sexy, so feminine, and they were on him!

Now he turned to the bra. By now, he had become expert on putting one on, and taking it off. And so, moments later, it was on him as well. He considered stuffing it full, but the fabric felt magical against his skin, making it tingle. He didn't want anything to come between him and this bra!

Now he went to the drawer where Monica kept her nylons. There were many pairs, but the one on the top was very dark, and it caught his attention. He grabbed them, and took a deep whiff of their wonderful smell. He carefully pulled them on, knowing better now how to do it, so that he wouldn't snag them.

Kyle loved how it felt to be encased in nylons. They wrapped all around him, making every touch to his legs more exciting! Once he had a skirt on, each time it moved the air, or rubbed against him, it would produce a delicious sensation. He put on a floral skirt, and a white tank top. Then he practiced walking around the room like a girl, sitting, crossing his legs, and pretending that he was a woman.

 

Kyle looked at the clock. It was about half an hour before Monica said she'd return, so he began the sad task of undressing. After that, he started putting everything away very carefully, just where he had found it. Under no circumstances did he want Monica to discover his dirty little secret. He had been fascinated with girl's clothes ever since he could remember, but being caught in them would be the worst humiliation he could suffer.

Now all was back where it belonged. But as often happened, he could still *smell* the clothes on himself. And if *he* could smell them, then surely she would too. So he took a shower, as he normally did. He'd tell her he worked out downstairs, and was showering so he'd smell nicer for her.

Of course, after getting all aroused for hours by her clothes, he would be all over her in bed. That was his logic: he was dressing up just to get himself more aroused, so he'd be more interested in her. It never occurred to him how twisted that logic would seem from her point of view!

 

Kyle got out of the shower, and dried off. The mirror was all steamed up as he toweled himself off. When it came time to brush his hair, he used the towel to wipe off the mirror. It was only at that moment that he saw it.

His skin had turned red where the bra had been, and the panties. It was unmistakable! A bright red color. Something in the material of the bra must have irritated him. Now he was worried. If Monica saw him nude, she'd see the clear outline of a bra and panties on him! He couldn't let her see him like that! He hurriedly pulled on his boxers, a thick T-shirt, and pajama pants.

Kyle stopped to itch his chest. It was one of those irritating itches that just had to be scratched. It felt better for a moment, but as he started to shave his face, it started to itch again. He hoped that all of the irritated areas wouldn't do that, but for the time being at least, it was just his chest that felt like that.

 

When Monica got home, she wanted to tell him all about her shopping adventures of course, and he pretended to listen, as he wondered when the red irritation marks would go away. It was so strange how the bra had felt so silky and smooth against him, but now it was burning and itching. He made a mental note not to wear that bra and panty set again!

 

As Monica watched him standing there, pretending to listen to her, she tried to suppress a smile. She saw him constantly itching himself around his nipples. It was working! He might be embarrassed now, but he had no idea what he had gotten himself into. She knew she had the upper hand, so she decided to make things uncomfortable for him that night.

Once they were in bed, she started in on him.

"Kyle, you look so hot in that shirt. Why don't you take it off so you're more comfortable?"

"Um, no, I feel fine" he said, terrified that if he did take it off, she'd see the bra shaped red pattern on his chest, back and shoulders.

"But you look uncomfortable. It's not like you to wear your shirt to bed."

"No, I'm fine" he said again.

"Well, that's all right. You can make love to me with your shirt on if you insist, but then you had better start taking those boxers off! Come on baby, I'm really ready for you."

A wife coming on to her husband. Just what every man wants....except for Kyle at that moment. He couldn't take off his boxers, or Monica would see a red outline of frilly lacy panties on him. He couldn't let her see them!

"Not tonight" he said. "I just don't feel well. I'm sorry honey."

"Aw, poor dear" she said, trying to sound sympathetic. She had enough fun for now, seeing him squirm. He thought *this* was bad, but just wait a few days. Then the real fun would begin.

 

* * *

 

When Monica had spoken with Jennifer, she had said that after the first time Kyle wore the special bra and panties, they would almost be calling to him. The chemical agents that Monica had applied would make him crave them even more than he normally did. So two nights later, Monica put an application of powders onto the clothes. However, this time she applied a different set of powders in certain places. In the panties, only in the crotch did she use the same kind. A different type was used everywhere else. And in the bra, everything was coated with something new, while the cups were also laced with the same application as before. She told Kyle that she would be out for several hours, giving him a chance to get at them again.

It was just fifteen minutes after she left that Kyle was upstairs, preparing to dress up again. He felt such a *need* to do it, and get it out of his system. He went to the bra drawer first this time, knowing that he would definitely avoid the red one. His skin looked a tiny bit better, but it still burned and itched, particularly around the nipples. He had itched them so much, they were starting to feel a little raw and swollen.

Kyle looked in the drawer, and there on top was the red bra again. He was about to move it aside, but when the aroma from the special perfume hit his nostrils, he couldn't help but to reconsider. It was just so perfect, so comfortable. He wanted to wear it so much more than any of the other bras. They seemed dull compared to this one. He picked it up, and suddenly found himself putting it on.

Once the bra was on him, everything was all right. The itching, the soreness, it all disappeared! Instead, he felt a wonderful warm tingle in its place. It just felt *right* to have the bra on. But of course, that bra called for the matching panties, which he quickly pulled on. He found the dark pantyhose, and now he was ready to dress up in a skirt. He felt *so* turned on now, like just the smallest touch would make him climax!

Since he hadn't made love with Monica for a few days, this made matters even worse. He had to rush to get a condom on, so he could stroke himself and make himself climax into it. He hadn't done that in a long time, making himself come while dressed up. He felt ashamed, and quickly undressed, then cleaned up.

After his customary shower, he was very relieved to see that the redness from the bra and panties had almost completely vanished. That was a load off of his mind! But as he dressed, he still had the annoying itch on his chest. And now, between his legs, he felt a small itch too. He tried to ignore it, but from time to time, he had to scratch it. Oh well, a man scratching himself down there would look normal to everyone. And now his redness was going away, so he'd be able to make love to Monica again!

 

After Monica returned, she let Kyle know she was really hot for him. They went upstairs to bed early, so they could make love. They went through all the preliminaries of foreplay: touching, kissing, caressing, petting, and rubbing. Monica was excited. She told him she wanted him right away. But there was a problem: he couldn't get hard. Kyle was kicking himself inside for having made himself climax. Now there hadn't been enough time to recover, and he just couldn't do it.

"I really need it honey" said Monica. "Will you go down on me? Or do I need to find where I put my old vibrator?"

"I'll take care of you" he replied.

He hated going down on her. She loved it, but he didn't feel like it was a proper activity for a man to go muff diving like that. When he saw women do it to each other in a XXX movie, that was one thing. But a man wasn't meant to do that. Now, because he had been so excited by her bra and panties, here he was, having to go down on her, like a woman.

He had never failed in bed before. Between failing, going down on her, and knowing that he had been wearing her clothes, it made him feel an intimidating smallness inside. Something very emasculating, like he was no longer a complete man. What kind of *man* couldn't satisfy his wife in bed, unless he used his tongue? He didn't like this, being made to feel like a woman.

 

* * *

 

It was a few days after the failure in bed. Kyle's red marks had all completely disappeared, but that persistent itching on his chest had actually intensified, as well as the lingering itch in his crotch. He tried not to scratch, but it was impossible to make himself stop. He tried creams and lotions from Monica's supply, but nothing seemed to help it. It was getting more and more swollen around his nipples.

As they got up on Saturday morning, Monica commented on it, much to his chagrin.

"It's nothing" he said.

"No honey, I'm worried. Look how red and swollen that is. Have you tried to put some moisturizer on it?"

"Yes, I tried that bottle on the shelf there, but it didn't help."

"I have some special cream, which I had a prescription for when I got poison ivy" she replied. "Let me get that for you. It might help."

She handed him the white tube a few minutes later. Little did he know, it was a supply she had purchased over the internet, along with the other things she bought.

"Put lots of it on, right on the nipple, and around the area."

He did as she told him, not know what it was that he was now doing to himself.

"Make sure you put it on four to five times a day, like the directions say" she warned.

Kyle nodded his head. If it would help, he would do it.

"Now I see you itching yourself on the chest all the time" said Monica. "You've got to stop that."

"I know" said Kyle. "It's hard not to sometimes."

"I understand. I know! I have an idea. Something to make it harder for you to itch yourself."

"What?" he replied.

"No, wait, you wouldn't want to do that. Sorry I said anything."

"No, what? I don't want to itch myself like this! Tell me what I can do."

"Well, like I said, you won't like it. But I had this idea. I bet your clothes are irritating your skin, so you need something to keep the fabric away from your nipple area. And if you do go to scratch yourself there, you need something to block you."

"Exactly!" he exclaimed.

"I have something that could do that for you, but I'm sure you'd hate it."

"Monica, quit keeping me in suspense. Just tell me what it is you want me to try."

"A bra" she said, much to his shock.

Now for someone like Kyle, who absolutely *loved* wearing women's underthings, it was a dream come true for his wife to be suggesting that he wear a bra. But he couldn't let her know that. So he put up a protest, but eventually relented.

He stood there shivering, as Monica put a bra on him. It was skin colored, with lots of padding to keep him from itching underneath. She adjusted the straps for him, explaining what she was doing as she went. Then he put his shirt back on.

He was wearing a bra, in front of his wife, because *she* wanted him to! He was going around the house, doing his normal routine, in a bra! It truly was a dream come true for him. It was the best day of his life. He never imagined that he would one day be able to do what he was doing right then and there.

"Kyle, you're touching your bra again, trying to itch underneath it!" scolded Monica.

"Sorry honey, I'm trying not to" he replied.

"I have another idea. Can you do the dishes and vacuum the livingroom while I run to the store?"

"Sure!" said Kyle. It had always been another fantasy of his to be dressed as a maid, and do the housework for Monica. He wasn't in a maid's uniform, but at least he had a bra on! That was better than nothing.

 

When Monica returned from the store, she told Kyle to come upstairs with her. He followed her to the bedroom.

"Go take your bra off, apply more of that prescription cream, and come back here."

He did as she asked, rubbing in even more of the smooth cream, as it soaked into his thirsty skin. Although the hormones and other chemicals it contained were already working on his breasts, he didn't even noticed the additional swelling.

"This is a mastectomy bra" said Monica. "Designed for a woman who had breast cancer. It has a pocket here, where you can insert a plastic cup, like this."

She slid the hard plastic cup into the pocket, and the bra stood firm on its own, as if it was cupping a full sized breast.

"Now put it on. You'll have a hollow space under the bra, because of the cup. Nothing will be touching your skin, and if you touch it, the cup will protect your chest. No scratching, no irritation. A perfect solution."

Kyle put on the bra, then his shirt. The front of his shirt stuck out because of the hard plastic cups inside the bra. It made it look like he had boobs, as well as a bra now. And again, it was all under the direction of Monica, making it so exciting, that he finally got hard, for the first time in days.

"Ooh, look who decided to wake up" said Monica, grabbing his crotch through his shorts. "I'm not going to waste this! I've been feeling like a naughty encounter with you all day."

She pulled down her faded jeans, and removed her panties. She pulled him by the hand to the bed.

"You stay on the bottom this time. I'm going on top."

She removed her shirt and her bra, as Kyle removed his pants and his boxers. He started to remove his shirt, but Monica shook her finger at him.

"No dear, you need to leave that on your chest."

So he was on his back, seeing 'boobs' on his chest, as she mounted him from the top. Again, she was making him feel like a woman as they made love, and while the bra he was wearing really turned him on, he didn't like how she was making him feel. It *was* wonderful to come inside her though, and she squealed with delight as well, as she came too.

 

* * *

 

All weekend, Monica made him keep on the bra, which he thought was a wonderful idea at first. But there were a few problems. First of all, the itching didn't stop, even with putting the cream on five times a day. Secondly, while it was exciting at first to wear a bra, after hours and hours of it, the bra was no longer sexy or exciting to him. He didn't like this, getting *used* to wearing one. He had liked the rush he felt from putting one on. He didn't want it to become "old hat", but that was starting to happen already.

Add to that the fact that it looked like he had boobs, and that eliminated going out to hang with his buddies Sunday to see the game, or anything like that. He was trapped in his house, because he couldn't let anyone see him like that.

 

On Monday, Monica told Kyle that he should still wear some kind of bra to protect him, since he was still itching so much. She gave him a white padded bra, which she said wouldn't show up under his clothes if he wore a thick shirt or a sweater.

He saw the truth in her idea, so he put the bra on. Little did he know, but it had also been prepared with special powders and oils, waiting for him to put it on. Monica laughed out loud when she saw him.

"What's so funny?" he said defensively.

"You've got black boxer shorts on, and a white bra. It looks so silly. Here, try these."

She tossed him a pair of white lacy panties from her drawer.

"Monica...." said Kyle.

"What? You're already wearing a bra? Why not wear something that matches?"

Again, it was a thrill for him to have his wife *tell* him to put on panties. Without much of an argument, he slipped them on. And once more, the special chemicals and hormones Monica had applied were now touching his skin, absorbing in, and doing their work on his body.

All day long at work, it was hard for him to think about the fact that he was there wearing panties and a bra. He had never contemplated doing that, but wearing them in public was exciting because of the danger of being caught.

Once he got home, Monica told him to change back into his mastectomy bra, after he applied more of the cream to himself.

"I don't think it's working" he told her. "I'm still itching, and I think it is even more swollen."

"Didn't you read the directions?" she replied. "It takes four to five days for a full treatment."

"Oh" he said. "Then I guess it's okay."

 

For the next few days, it was the same routine for Kyle. Monica gave him a bra and panties to wear for work, then made him change into his bra with the built-in cups at home. He kept applying the cream to his chest, which continued to itch. Now, even more, his crotch itched too. It was only that night when Kyle realized he hadn't gotten hard in a couple of days. Something was wrong with him.

Kyle decided to take a bath. He ran the tub, put in bubble bath, and sat in the tub to relax and soak up the warmth and the wetness. Maybe being in a tub of hot water for a while would help ease his itching.

When he was done, and dried himself off, Kyle looked at himself in the mirror. he never looked at himself closely, but now he saw something, and was shocked. It looked like his was changing, his body never looked like this before, did it? He called Monica over to see him.

"Monica! Come here!" he yelled. "Something is really wrong."

"What's wrong honey?" he replied.

"Just look at me! I don't understand what's happening to me."

"I don't see a problem" she said.

"Look at my chest" started Kyle. "First of all, what happened to all the hair on it? I didn't shave it or anything, but it has all fallen out. And my legs too for that matter."

"I have been seeing a lot of hair in the bed and on the floor" mused Monica. "Is that all?"

"No! Look how much the area around my nipples has swollen! It's all puffed up. It makes it look like I've got boobs!"

"Don't be silly honey, your still just itching it too much. A few more days with the cream, and it will go back to normal."

"What about this then? Look at me, between the legs. Doesn't it seem smaller to you?"

"I hate to break it to you" said Monica, "but you've always been small. Not very well endowed at all in fact. But don't worry. It's what you do with it, not the size. Besides, when you went down on me the other night, that was *really* good. I'd be happy with just that every night."

Kyle didn't like that one at all! It was bad enough that all of this was making him feel less and less of a man. Now Monica was talking about their lovemaking turning into just him going down on her! And she was telling him that he was tiny. Not exactly what he wanted to hear.

"Okay, what about my butt? I swear that it's swelling up too."

"You have been putting on a few extra pounds lately honey" said Monica. "A woman notices these sorts of things. I was going to tell you, but I was trying to spare your feelings, so I let it go. Maybe you should quit drinking beer, and start working out more."

"Do my hips look wider to you?" he said. "I swear that they are."

"Come on honey, quit putting yourself down so much. Lets get you dressed up. We have a lot of chores around the house today."

"Okay" he said, sighing. Maybe she was right. Maybe it was all in his mind.

 

Monica smiled to herself. He was starting to notice the changes. They had come so quickly! She could hardly believe how well everything was working. He hadn't mentioned the fact that he hadn't shaved his face in days. He hadn't even noticed!

 

 

After putting on his bra and panties as usual, Monica handed Kyle a pair of pantyhose.

"What are these for?" he said.

"They are control tops. They'll make your tummy look slimmer, and hold everything in more. You're feeling bad about yourself, so you can use something like this to help make you look nicer under your clothes. Go ahead, try them on."

Again, it was a fantasy come true. Monica telling him to put on another article of feminine clothes! Kyle pulled them on, forgetting to pretend he never wore them before. His expertise in getting into nylons was a dead giveaway to Monica that he wore them frequently. She laughed to herself, and shook her head. He seemed disturbed by the changes he had noticed so far, but this was his own fault. She couldn't wait to see how he'd like it as he continued his inevitable transformation.

 

The next day, after he put on his pantyhose, Kyle complained to Monica again.

"These just make it worse" he said.

"What?" she asked.

"They make my tummy seem smaller, and that makes my hips seem even wider. When I wore my jeans on top of this yesterday, it made me look like I have curves."

"Hmmm" said Monica. "I know, I have something that might help. Wait here."

She went into the walk-in closet, and returned with a hanger in her hand, with a bright yellow garment hanging from it.

"What's that?" said Kyle, taking a step back.

"This is a jumper style housedress" she replied. "It is very shapeless. It won't hug your curves, it will hide them. Try it on for me."

Kyle was faced with a tough decision now. He really wanted to wear a dress, but not like this! Monica was telling him to put on a dress, which should have got him all aroused and excited. But now he resented it, like when a mother tries to dress a teenage child. Plus, wearing the clothes was supposed to be a way to get excited in the bedroom, *not* something to wear all day around the house.

But what could he do? He had just asked her to dress him in something more shapeless. And she was kind enough to give it to him. So he put it on.

"I don't know" he said, looking in the mirror.

"Just until your swelling goes down" replied Monica.

"Okay" he replied.

 

Monica felt very satisfied with his progress. Not only did he no longer protest about wearing her underthings anymore, but now he would start to get used to a dress. She would gradually move him from the shapeless garment he now wore, to things more form fitting and exciting.

"Now Kyle, would you please help me out? I'm going shopping, but I could really use a hand to mop the kitchen floor and wash the windows in the dining room while I'm gone. Could you do that for me?"

"Sure" he replied.

It felt like she was grabbing him in the crotch, ordering him to do housework while wearing his dress. It was a fantasy of his in his mind from before, but in reality, it felt terrible. He was giving control over to Monica, and that made him feel even more weak. Weak, and less of a man than before. It was as if all his power was gone, as he stood there in the dress.

While she was having fun shopping, he was at home, doing the housework. Not only was she controlling him, but he felt like he was being turned into her slave now. He couldn't go out, not dressed up in women's clothing! He was stuck there, and he had to do the work she requested. He actually started to cry, for the first time since he was a boy. What was she doing to him?

 

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Every day that week when Kyle came home from work, Monica had him change from his man-clothes into something designed for a woman instead. And as the week progressed, his attire became gradually more feminine and sexy. On Friday night, she dressed him in a short black skirt, with a skimpy cami top that included lacy trim on the V of the neckline.

Kyle looked at himself in the mirror, and was terrified upon seeing how good he looked in the outfit. It wasn't just his imagination, no matter what Monica said: he had definite curves. And even though he wasn't wearing a bra with the top, his chest stuck out in front. You could even see the outline of his enlarged nipples through the thin fabric of the cami. He felt utterly emasculated at that moment. And that was before Monica gave him a present.

He opened the box, and stared at the contents. High heels shoes! In his size!

"What are these for?" he asked.

"For your feet, silly. Go on, try them on."

He took them with a trembling hand. He had always wanted to wear heels, but his feet were size 10, way too large for any of Monica's sexy shoes. He slid them on, and felt a shiver go through his body as he lived out his fantasy. He looked in the mirror. From the neck down, you would swear that he was a woman. Only his head still looked male.

"You look very pretty" said Monica. "Now come sit down right here."

"What for?" he replied.

"So I can put on your makeup."

He took tiny teetering steps in the heels, and very ungracefully plopped down in the chair. He thought about the fact that he should be as hard as rock, from living out his fantasy. But there was no bulge to be seen between his legs. In fact, he could swear that he was getting smaller still, even though Monica swore he was always that tiny.

"I could never really feel you inside me" she said. "Your thingie is just so small, it's just about useless. But don't worry honey, you're doing a great job in bed. I love how you go down on me now, every night. You're so gentle, so loving, so tender."

That made him feel even worse, as did all the things Monica told him as she applied his makeup.

"You know, you really fill out that top well. You're at least a B-cup, and all you would need for some awesome cleavage is a good pushup bra. Don't get me wrong though, you look so pretty in that outfit! I just love how you look in it."

Kyle felt even less of a man at that moment, if possible. He was completely passive now, and didn't even argue as she put on his jewelry, and a pretty wig of wavy red hair. When she was done with him, she told him to stand up and go to the full length mirror on the wall.

He took the tiny wobbly steps over to the mirror, and gasped. The reflection in the mirror no longer looked like a man at all. He saw his reflection, and it was purely feminine. From head to toe, he looked like he really was a woman. So much so, that he could go outside, and nobody would blink. They would all think he was female.

"Oh honey, you're gorgeous!" she said. "Just look at you!"

"Why are you doing this? Why are you dressing me up like this?" he said, unable to break his gaze from his unfamiliar reflection in the mirror.

"Because Kyle, you're becoming a woman now."

 

 

Kyle had loved to dress up in women's clothes, but he didn't want to *be* a woman. He didn't want to *be* female. He just liked how he got turned on by women's clothes. The though of actually becoming a woman scared him to the core of his soul.

"I'm not becoming a woman!" he said in feeble protest.

"Kyle, your breasts are growing. They are B-cups now, but they will most likely reach D, if not DD size. And between your legs, you've noticed how you are changing."

"You told me it wasn't shrinking! You lied to me!" he said.

"Not really Kyle. I said it wasn't shrinking. That was true. Because it is not getting shorter, it is actually pulling back up inside you. There is less than an inch to go now. Once that pulls up inside you, you'll have a new opening in the front. A pussy of your very own."

"No!!!" he said.

"Oh yes, and it will become very real. Once your manhood is all the way inside you, it will transform. Soon you'll have a uterus inside you, ovaries, a cervix, and the works! Once you have the right internal organs, you'll start having a period too. Just like me. Think about it Kyle! You're going to be a real woman."

"Oh please no! Please stop this! I don't want to be a woman!" he cried.

"Maybe not now, but once your mind transforms as well into a *female* mind, you'll start to think and feel like a woman on the inside. You may be uncomfortable with your femininity now, but once your mind is altered, it will seem normal to you, and you will no longer fear it."

"No! No!!!" he sobbed.

"Yes Kyle. Everything about you is transforming. Your inner needs, your wants, even your sexual desires, they are all rapidly becoming female. You are well on your way to womanhood. You are becoming one of *us*. Soon, you too will be a girl."

"Stop this! Help me!" Kyle gasped

"I'm afraid I can't" said Monica, with overemphasized sadness in her voice, as she stuck out her lower lip in a mock pout. "It was *you* who did this to yourself. I know you were wearing my things. That was why I set the trap for you, and you walked right into it. Once you put on the red panties and the bra, you started down the road to womanhood."

It was all his fault? The revelation shocked him even more.

"If you had stopped when you just had a rash, it would have all gone away in time. But you continued to dress up in my things. And so you transformed yourself into the woman that you are becoming."

"But that's impossible!" he blurted out.

"There were special powders and creams on the inside of the bra and panties. They absorbed into your skin, and started the process. They contain high concentrations of female hormones, and other ingredients to make you turn female. You've also been putting breast cream on your chest several times a day, helping it to grow out as well."

"How can I make it stop?" he said.

"By now, the process is irreversible though. There is nothing that can be done to stop it. Tell me Kyle, can you feel yourself between your legs? Has your little tiny manhood down there pulled back all the way inside you yet? It won't be very long now, you know."

Kyle was overcome with emotion, too upset to speak now.

"Once your ovaries start to produce eggs, and you get your first period, that is when your mind will start to rapidly change. I can't wait until you *think* like I do. That will be so fun! Just us two girls, having fun together, shopping, dressing up, dating men..."

"No! I'll never date a man!" said a defiant Kyle.

"You will dear. Once your mind is female, it will become all you want. You need to face it dear. Very soon, you will start dating men."

Now Kyle was sobbing uncontrollably. His fetish had turned on him, and he was now trapped in something horribly wrong.

"You know" said Monica, "When I was a little girl, my favorite doll that I used to dress up in pretty clothes was named Leanni. You're my new dress-up doll. I'm going to put all sorts of sexy outfits onto you, do your makeup, pluck your eyebrows, paint your nails, and make you look so sweet and pretty. I think I'll start calling you Leanni too."

"Leanni?"

"Yes. That's your new name dear. You are a woman now, so you need a woman's name."

"No, please!"

"Oh Leanni, you're such a silly girl! Why can't you get it through your head? You can't argue with the truth. You just need to fact the facts that you're a girl now, and it is never going to change. For the rest of your life, you are female, so you had better get used to it."

 

The words 'you are female' echoed in Kyle's head. He was stuck now as a woman, for the rest of his life, and there was nothing he cold do about it. He touched his breasts, knowing now that they were real, and they were permanent. He touched himself between the legs, feeling the end of the stub of his manhood, which was about to pull back inside him forever. He fell to his knees, and looked up at Monica, who had a warm smile of satisfaction on her face.

The worst of it all, was that he had done this to himself! It was all his fault, and now he had to live with the consequences for the rest of his life. What would he do at work? Come into the office on Monday, and tell them that he was a woman now? What about his buddies he watched football with? How could he face them and tell them that he now had tits?

What if what she said was true, and his very desires would change? How could he ever look at a man the way he now looked at a woman? He was becoming just like Monica, and he was scared out of his mind. He was almost a woman already, and it would only get worse as he progressed.

"Come on Leanni, let's get some lunch. I'll take you out to the really cool place that I always go with the girls. I want them to all meet you. They'd love to have another girl in our group. You're one of us now, so you should start joining us when we do things like this. Female bonding rituals. Showers, parties, and the like. Come on Leanni. We're going out."

Leanni stood up, and took her first steps out of the house, and down the road to her permanent womanhood.

  

  

  

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