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Feminizing My Husband - Chapter 3 - Confusion (Part 2)
🕑 Added 2020-10-04 05:51:35 +0000 UTCOTHER CHAPTERS | ALL STORY LIST
Another week had gone by and Joe was now really beginning to feel the effects of the ‘tranquilizers.
Joe 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. 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.
Karen had also been doing a lot of the same things with his chest, which she did with hers 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. 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 pj's and the gown and said, "Would you like to try something that feels quite erotic and looks VERY sexy? He did like the pj's, 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. 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. 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.
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.
"Ok 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,
Karen 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...
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.
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.
