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Womanhood - Husband Feminized By His Wife
🕑 Added 2020-07-16 07:22:02 +0000 UTCPARTS - Part - 2 | Part - 3 | Part - 4
PART - 1
SUMMARY - A psychiatrist's wife discovers her husband's trills of being in female clothes. Using her skills and a promise from him he is fully made over into Christine.
CHAPTER ONE - CHRIS
My name is Chris Wood and I would like to start my story by saying that I am married to the most wonderful girl in the world and that just having her as my wife and knowing that she loves me more than makes up for anything that she has done to me. Janice and I met at a party and although she was a great deal older than I, (she was thirty-five and I was twenty-one) we were both very attracted to each other. She was working with a psychiatrist named Dr. Laura Shullman who was also an expert in hypnoses. Janice was going to school, and was about to get her doctorate in psychiatry, and become a full partner in Dr. Shullman's practice. I had just received a four-year degree in computer science, and was working for a small consulting firm that installed computer systems for companies who were too small to hire their own computer staff. We started dating each other immediately, and shortly after that fell in love. Six months later we were married. I don't know for sure when it started, but the first time that I remember her trying to feminize me was about four months after we were married. We were both sitting in the living room watching tv.
Janice was doing her nails, when she looked over at me with a smile. "How would you like to have some fun?" "Sure.", I replied,
"What did you have in mind?" Janice picked up her emery board and nail polish and slid over next to me on the couch. She started took my hand and started filing my nails. "What in the world are you doing?" "I'm doing your nails." I had not trimmed them recently so Janice was able to file them so that they were all slightly pointed and all the same length. When she was done filing my fingernails she picked up her bottle of nail polish and shook it. "Oh no, not nail polish." "Yes nail polish. I'm going to make your hands look pretty." Looking back on this incident maybe I should have stopped her right there, but I didn't. Janice put nail polish on all ten of my fingernails. When she was done each of my nails was bright red and very shiny. Janice seemed very turned on by what she had done on and started coming to me very aggressively. Eventually I undid my pants and she started masturbating me. All during the time she kept telling how pretty my hands were, and how maybe I should think about wearing nail polish more often. After I had reached orgasm, I started to masturbate her. She grew very excited, very quickly, and just prior to her reaching orgasm she said, "Common, shove that pretty red fingernail deeper inside. Faster little girl, faster!"
Putting nail polish on soon grew into more elaborate forms of feminization, and soon she was doing something to me every time we had sex.
CHAPTER TWO - JANICE
Chris is the dearest, kindest man I have ever met. And although it is true that I think he looks prettier as a girl than he does, handsome as a man, my efforts to feminize him have not gone totally unencouraged by him. To listen to him you would think that I was an over baring woman who didn't care for anyone's feelings but her own.
When I met Chris, I was just coming off of a relationship with a man who was very dominating and self centered. And Chris, who is just the opposite, was very good for me. Whenever we go anywhere or do anything, Chris always makes sure that it is something that I want to do. He is always surprising me with flowers or little presents or just something special that he has done for me. The only area in which Chris has ever lacked is sex. Let me start by saying that I love Chris very much. And that just having him as a husband and friend would be enough even without sex, but from the first time that we tried to have intercourse, Chris had a hard time reaching orgasm. After that most of the time Chris would not even reach orgasm at all. Each time we tried Chris would become very depressed afterwards. I have tried to comfort him many times by telling him that it was ok and not all that important to me, but it never seemed to help.
I would like to describe an incident that until later made me suspicious of nothing. It was before we were married. Chris and I were coming home from a date. We were sitting at a bus stop waiting for a bus. As we were sitting there, I took out my compact and proceeded to powder my nose. I looked over at Chris and he was looking at me very intently. Just as a joke, I loaded up the makeup brush with powder and said, "What's the matter, you want some too." I brushed his nose and then spread the powder out onto each of his cheeks. I had just intended to lighten up the mood but Chris acted very strangely. He sat their kind of stunned for several seconds and then gave a deep sigh, as if something were making him nervous and excited. All during the ride on the bus Chris kept touching his nose. Finally I asked him if something was wrong. "No, no, nothing's wrong.", Chris replied as if startled by the question. After that he made more of an effort to act normally but I could tell that something was going inside that mind of his.
Like I said that incident on its own did not make me suspicious. Another time, shortly after we were married, I had just arrived home from shopping. It was raining very hard. I had this hot pink, plastic rain slicker with a hood that I wore whenever it rained. (Now that I think of it, I have noticed Chris looking at it longingly on a few occasions that I had worn it before.) I had just laid it down on the couch, when Chris said that he was going out to the mailbox to get the mail. "Chris, you can't go out in this rain, you'll get soaked." "I'll be fine.", He replied. I picked up my rain slicker and held it out for him to put on.
"Here, at least wear this." Chris looked very surprised, almost scared, then turned around and put his hands into the sleeves of the raincoat. I slid the coat up over his shoulders, turned him around, zipped up the front and pulled the hood up over his head.
"There you go. Now you'll not only stay dry, you'll look cute as a button.", I said jokingly. I went into the kitchen to make myself some lunch. I must have taken at least five minutes and when I came back to the front room, Chris was sitting on the couch, still wearing my raincoat. He was looking very intently at it, rubbing his hands up and down the sleeves. "Gee, if I knew you liked it so much, I'd have bought one for you." At this point I began to grow suspicious about Chris's desires, so I decided to conduct an experiment. The next night we had sex. I had just finished masturbating Chris. Just to satisfy my curiosity, I picked up my panties. Chris had not noticed what I had done and when I looked at his penis it was not erect at all. I took the panties and dangled them over his naked body. "Do you like my panties?", I asked in as sexy a voice as I could. I lowered the panties down so that they just touched his penis. Then I slowly dragged them up his body until they were over his face.
Then I brought them back down until they touched his penis. By this time he was starting to get hard. "Oh, I guess you do!", I said with delight. "I do not!", he said with some irritation in his voice. "You do too. Look at how excited you're getting." I continued to slide the panties up and down his body, just letting the crotch brush up against him. I started to laugh as Chris got more and more excited. "Chris likes my panties... Chris likes my panties...", I said in a sing songy voice, taunting him in jest.
The more I teased Chris with my panties, the more excited he got, so I decided to try and find out just how far I could take it.
"I bet you would like to wear them wouldn't you?" "Oh Janice, please.", Chris said with desperation in his voice, as if there was something about him that he didn't want me to know. Something that I was getting dangerously close to. I couldn't stop at this point, I had to know more. "Come on Chris, tell me. Would you like to wear my panties? You acted very strangely yesterday when you were wearing my raincoat. Now something's going on here and I want you to tell me, do you like wearing women's clothes?" "I don't know."
"What do mean you don't know?" "Well there was a time, but I really not sure if I liked it or not." "What time?" "Well a couple of girls---. No, it's embarrassing." "Tell me about it."
"Please Janice.", He pleaded. "No, I want to know." "No.", He said growing very uncomfortable. I reached down and grabbed his testicles and started to squeeze. "Ow. That hurts!" "It's going to hurt a lot more, now tell me." I squeezed a little harder.
"Ok, ok! I'll tell you!" I loosened my grip a little, but still kept my hand there, keeping Chris in a vulnerable position. "Go ahead, I'm waiting."
"Well, you know I grew up with just my mother and older sister, Jennine." "Yes, go on." "Well, when I was about ten, my mother had lost her job and money was very tight." Chris seemed to hesitate at this point and again I had to ask him to continue.
"Well, all of my underpants were bought at the same time and all starting to get holes in them and the elastic waistbands were wearing out. My mother told me that she couldn't afford to buy me new ones, but that I couldn't continue to wear them. When I asked her what she wanted me to do she told me that I would have to share my sister's panties until she could afford to buy me new underpants. I protested and told her that I would be willing wear my old underpants or go without wearing any underwear. She told me that I couldn't do that and I had to wear panties until she bought me new underwear.
Jennine thought that this was very funny and with great fanfare, brought me a clean pair of panties every morning. I did not know it but Jennine had told her friends and about a week later a group of older girls came up behind me as I was walking home from school. "Hay, I hear you wear girls' panties.", One of the girls said.
I did not reply although I was very scared. I started to walk faster, but the girls picked up their pace to keep up with me. "Do you wear panties?", she asked me. Still I did not reply. Then one of the other girls said, "Maybe we should make him show us." All of the girls started to laugh, and a couple of agreed that they should make me show what I was wearing under my pants. Finally I could hear one of the girls running toward me. I started to run as fast as I could, but the one that was chasing me was much bigger and faster than I was and she soon grabbed me by the collar and forced me to stop. All of the girls formed a circle around me and the one who stopped me, (She seemed to be the leader.) insisted that I undo my pants and show them what I was wearing underneath. I refused and started to cry, but they still insisted. Finally the leader said that if I didn't show them, that they would drag me into the woods and find out for themselves. I told them to let me go, but they refused and dragged me into the woods.
When we were out of sight of the road one of the girls grabbed me around the ankles and pushed me to the ground with her shoulder. Then four girls held me there, one on each arm and leg. Then the leader said, "Well, lets see if those rumors are true." She bent down and undid my pants. I started to scream and struggled for all I was worth, but the four girls held me there with no trouble at all.
When my pants were undone she grabbed the cuffs of both of the pant-legs, had the two girls let go of my feet, and she pulled my pants off. That morning Jennine had given me the laciest pair of panties she owned. They were bright pink with ruffles around the waist, legs, and across the back. I had protested when she gave them to me, but she said that it was the only clean pair that she had.
So there I was, in front of all those girls, naked from the waist down, except for a pair of pink, lacy panties. One of the girls said that I looked so cute wearing the panties, that they should remove that ugly boys' shirt that I was wearing because it was spoiling the look. That was all that one of the girls needed to hear. She bent down and tore my shirt open, popping every button. After that it was as if they all went crazy. They starte taring and pulling at my shirt, taring it to shreds. "Put some lipstick on him.", the leader said.
One of the girls reached into her pocketbook, took out her lipstick, and applied it to my lips. Another girl took out a bottle of perfume and almost emptied the whole thing on me. After that they let me up. The leader asked me if I wanted my pants back. When I reached out to take them she pulled them away and told me to show them how I could walk like a girl. They taunted and teased me for about ten minutes. After that I guess they just got bored.
The leader threw my pants at me and they all ran away." I was able to go through the woods to get home, crossing roads only when absolutely necessary. When I got home I was able to sneak in the back door and upstairs to the bathroom where I washed off the lipstick and took a shower to wash off the smell of the perfume as best I could. I hide the shirt in a bag of rags in the garage.
My mother had me wearing panties for quite a while after that." "How long?" "I don't remember exactly but it was a lot longer than necessary." "How do you know that?" "Because she had found a job and had bought Jennine several new outfits before she finally bought me any new underwear," I don't know if Chris had intended to tell me all of what he had. Before he had started his story he had admitted that he wasn't sure weather he liked it or not. Then, once he started to talk, it was as if a dam had burst he told me the whole story in great detail as if subconsciously had wanted to tell someone about it for a very long time. As he was talking his penis grew vary hard and remained that way.
I started to realize what made my husband tick sexually. "And you're not sure weather or not you liked what those girls did to you?" "What do you mean? They forced me, how could I like it?"
"Just a few minutes ago, before to told me the story, you said that you weren't sure you liked it." "Oh. Well I don't think I liked it."
"Are you sure? What if I made you wear my panties, would you like that?" "Oh, Janice!" Chris began to grow very excited.
"Maybe I'll make you wear my panties, then I'll put lipstick and perfume on you, just like those girls did!" Chris's penis was hard as a rock, and I started to masturbate him. "But I won't stop there, I'll make you wear a bra, shave your legs and put stockings on you. Then I'll make you wear a dress and high heels. I'll put ribbons in your hair and make you wear earrings. I'll make you be a girl. How would like that?" "Oh, Janice, Janice!". "Yes, I think I'll turn you into a little sissy-girl."
At this point Chris was out of his mind. His mid-section was bouncing up and down on the bed as I was masturbating him. Finally he shot his load and lay there totally exhausted.
It took Chris quite a while to finally regain his composure, but when he finally did, he masturbated me with more enthusiasm than he ever had before. When we had completed sex I lay there in bed totally satisfied. Not only had we both enjoyed a sexual experience together more than we ever had before, but I had also found the key to turning him on.
A few nights later I was doing my nails. I was in a playful mood (I get that way with Chris sometimes), and just for fun I decided to do Chris's nails. It was at this point that I realized that I enjoyed making Chris more girlish. The first night with the panties, I did have fun but I thought that it was just because I had found something that turned him on. Now, I would never want to do something to Chris strictly for my own pleasure if he didn't like it too, but as I was filing and polishing his nails I noticed how feminine they looked. As I thought about, a strange tingle ran through me, and I was really getting turned on by doing it to him.
I have done Chris's nails several times since and I could tell he really liked it too. each time I did it I would leave his nails a little longer. At first I just thought that he would keep them trimmed as normal but to my surprise he stopped cutting them altogether and just let me care for them. I didn't keep them very long but they were longer then most men have them.
CHAPTER THREE - CHRIS
Things were going fine sexually, but as time went on Janice began to grow more and more demanding as far as feminizing me. One night, a few weeks after she put the nail polish on me, we were having sex. She was telling how she was going to make me wear her panties the next day. This was not unusual, but when she told me things during sex, usually it was just a fantasy, especially if it was something daring like making me wear her things out in public.
The next morning as was getting dressed for work, she came into the bedroom with a mischievous grin on her face. She was holding something behind her back. "I have a surprise for you.",
she said slyly. "What is it?", I asked. She brought her hand around from behind her back. She had a pair of yellow panties in her hand. "These are the panties that I wore yesterday." "And what do you expect me to do with them?" "What do you mean? I told you last night that I was going to make you wear my panties today."
"How am I going to do that? I have to go to work." "It's easy you just hold them out in front of you and step into them one leg at a time. Here, let me help you." She got down on one knee and held them out. I don't know why, maybe I should have argued, but I just blindly stepped into them and she pulled them up into place.
"There you go, you look sweet. Now put your pants on."
That day I went to work wearing my wife's panties. All day I was very embarrassed and scared. Several times during the day I remembered back to the time when my mother made me wear panties to school and I had a strange feeling that it would not be the last time I was made to wear Janice's panties to work, and I was glad when I finally got home that night.
Things went on fine for about a week. Janice had not made we wear her panties, and I was beginning to think that all of my worrying that day was for nothing. But one night, a week later she painted my toenails with nail polish and during sex she told me that she was going to make me leave it on. I didn't think she would really do it because she said she would do a lot of things since she made me wear the panties, but hadn't made me do them.
After sex I went into the bathroom to take the nail polish off and she followed me in. "What are you doing?" "Taking the polish off.", I replied. "I thought I told yo to leave it on?" "Yes, but" "No but's, I want you to leave it on. Now come to bed." She did not let me take if off the next morning either, as a matter of fact a week later when it started to chip, rather than let me take if off, she took it off herself and reapplied new nail polish.
Three days after she had painted my toenails the first time, she had me wear her panties again. Then two days later she did the same thing again. Initially, during sex, when Janice would talk about feminizing me, it was just a fantasy and she would very rarely actually make me do it but as time went on, more and more I realized that she didn't want this to be just a pretend game, she really would make me do these things, and before long I was wearing her panties more than I was wearing my own underpants.
During this time I had been trying to get some free lance work installing computers in an attempt to get my own business going and it was about this time that I landed a very large job with a beauty salon. This was the break that I was looking for. It was a very large CAD (Computer Aided Design) System. It would allow them to take a picture of a customer, scan it into the computer, bring up the picture on the screen, and show them what they would look like with a particular hair style or a certain type of makeup.
The system would also contain inventory, payroll, and booking systems. There would be seven terminals throughout the salon, with the main computer in the office. The entire system was worth several hundred thousand dollars and would take about six months to install. At this point I quit my job with the company I was working and started working full time for myself. Before long, the owner of the salon (her name was Colleen Summers) became very impressed with the job that I was doing and promised that she would recommend me to anyone whenever she got the chance.
One night about four weeks after I had started a the salon, Janice and I were having sex. She had me dressed a pink panty and camisole set that she had worn that day. She told me that it was time that I graduated from just panties and tomorrow she was going to make me wear the camisole too. "But Janice," I said "What if the girls at the salon see it through my shirt?" "Well, then I guess they'll just find out what a sweetie you really are." Sure enough the next morning she made good on her promise and made sure that I was wearing the panties and camisole before I got dressed.
As time went on, not only was she making me actually do the things that use to be just fantasy for her, but when I protested she would become upset with me. The worst time was one when she had bought this red plastic undergarment and wanted me to wear it.
When I told her that I didn't want to she became furious and decided to punish me for my unwillingness. This triggered the lowest point in our relationship to date.
CHAPTER FOUR - JANICE
I must start out by saying that I admit to being very unfair and out of line the first night I made Chris wear The red vinyl leotard, but I will talk more about that later. Chris has left out a lot of details that I will try to fill in. When He first told me about what the girls had done to him when he was younger I found out that I could sexually stimulate him by telling him I was going to dress him up like a girl and it didn't take long before I realized that I got excited with these little fantasies too. But as time went on I noticed that Chris (and me too) did not become as excited with them as he did at first.
Being the tease that I am, Every now and then, after sex, I would make him stay dressed as he was. After a while I noticed that if I actually made Chris do the things that I told him I was going to make him do, the next time we had sex he would get a lot more excited when I talked about feminizing him. It didn't take me long to figure out that if Chris really didn't believe that I was going carry out the little fantasies I described during sex he wouldn't react as well.
As time went on I also discovered something else. If he thought I was going to make him wear some item of womens' apparel out in public, especially if he thought it was something people might notice him wearing, he got a lot more turned on. I remember once, I had been making wear my panties for about a week and I had just started making him wear nail polish on his toenails. At that point Chris would have believed that I would actually carry out just about any fantasy. I told him that I was going to put blush on his face the next morning and make go to work that way. Chris go so turned on that I almost thought he was going to explode. I didn't really make him do it, (although I probably should have) I did decide at that point that if our sex life was going to be exciting that I would have to make him do everything that I told him I was going to make him do. This was going to be hard, because often in the passion of the moment, I got carried away.
This turned out to be a problem sooner than I thought. Two nights later, during sex, without thinking, I told him that it was time that he graduated from wearing just panties and that I was going to make him wear my panty and camisole set to work the next day. I had been making Chris wear my panties and nail polish on his toenails, and he had no reason not to believe that I would make him wear the camisole too.
Chris started to protest, saying that people notice it through his shirt. I told him that I didn't care and that he was going to wear it anyway. As I said this I could feel his penis growing in my hand and I have to admit that I became excited, think about the risky situation that I would put him in if I did make him do it.
Then I remembered the promise that I had made to myself. Would I really make him do this?
He usually wore light colored business shirts to work, and the possibility of the camisole showing through was real. Then I thought about the times that I had not made him do things and how unresponsive he became during sex to my little stories. After thinking about it I decided that I was going to really do it. I thought to myself, "My husband, wearing a womens' camisole. Would the women at the salon notice it through his shirt?" As I asked myself this question I could feel myself growing more and more excited and at that point I determined that he was going to wear the extra item of womens' clothing.
The next morning Chris protested again about wearing the camisole. I grew annoyed with him and he immediately reciprocated and put it on. He put on the darkest shirt he had which was a medium blue and unless you were really looking for it you could not tell he was wearing it.
At this point I was making Chris wear my panties about half of the time. When I made him wear my panties I usually made him wear my camisole too. Chris would complain when I made him wear my camisoles and each time he did I grew a little more upset with him and as my announce with grew, his protests became a little weaker.
It wasn't long before he stopped complaining altogether. I think after a while he became more comfortable about wearing my camisoles because one night when I told him that he was going to wear my panties the next day he actually asked me if he was going to have to wear my camisole too. I really wasn't planning to make him wear it, but since he asked, I figured, "Why not?" and made him wear that too. If we both didn't enjoy this little game so much we probably would have realized how much risk of getting caught I was actually putting him in, but as time went on we both became more brave.
A few weeks later we were having sex and I told Chris I was going to make him wear my panties and camisole. I didn't think about it, but that day I had worn my black panty and camisole set.
It didn't seem to phase Chris much. He put them on without hesitation. Whether or not he realized what he was doing, or if it was just coincidence, I don't know, but he wore a white shirt made of a very thin material. When he came down for breakfast I could plainly see the camisole through his shirt even in the dim light of morning. I probably should have said something to him but the thought of making him do something that risky was exciting to me.
As a matter of fact I almost wished that he noticed how boldly the camisole showed through his so he would protest and I could make him wear it anyway. Sure enough Miss Summers, at the beauty salon, noticed it, but I'll let Chris tell you about that.
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Hello Charles, At the top of the story, you'll notice parts 2, 3, and 4, and by clicking on one, you'll see the next part.
Charles Ramer
Where is the rest of the story?
