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Feminizing My Husband - Chapter 5 - Nothing fits
🕑 Added 2020-10-10 12:22:56 +0000 UTCOTHER CHAPTERS | ALL STORY LIST
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.
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 Pj's 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.
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.
Karen measured his chest 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, 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.
"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. Do 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" .
"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.
"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!"
"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 "Yes" "Then you’re not gay"! you are my husband.
