Connie's Story - A Boyfriend Feminizer - Part 5

THANK YOU NOTE - I have edited the ending part now the story has 2 alternate endings. The second ending of this story is written by my dear friend Miss Joannie all credit goes to her thank you.

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Karla then turned to face the music. "My dear child. You look so chic! You are quite lovely. You remind me of myself at your age. Come here and give a mother a hug."

"You mean it, mom? You aren’t going to kill me and feed me to Uncle Len’s hogs?"

"Silly. Such a waste of such a beautiful girl. <hugging tightly>. You must tell me all about this journey of discovery and how it came about. Let’s go into your father’s study room where it’s quiet."

Taking her new daughter’s hand, they walked to the study room, down the hallway, the clicking of their high heels echoing like a statement of womanhood for Karla. "Now, sit down, dear, and tell me.

Gabby has already filled me in on some of your recent clothing preferences, but I see it goes Much further than that. You’ve been hiding an adorable figure. Why didn’t we know about you sooner?"

Karla began to weep a bit, and her mother reached over to comfort her. "It’s alright, mom. It’s just that I’m so happy I’m overflowing a little. I’ll be fine, although I really don’t know where the figure came from. Well, it dawned on me today as I was coming in from my bath. I think it may have begun a few years ago. You recall it was I who chose the decor of my room, and didn’t you think that it was a bit girlish?"

"Your father and I discussed that at the time, dear, but we didn’t attach any real significance to it then. I see there may have been some, however. We need to get you some more proper furnishings, honey and some clothes, everything! This is going to be such fun! Girls are so much more fun to be around and have around."

"Mom, I’ve just obliterated your son, a project you’ve devoted 17 years to. Why are you not angry with me, and what is daddy going to say? What is going to happen to me?"

"We’ve already discussed it, honey. When Gabby found your hose and lingerie, we knew it was not ordinary transvestism. TVs are usually very secretive with their families. You didn’t even think of hiding. No, we knew something major was afoot."

"But you don’t mind? You want to help me to become your daughter? This is making my head spin."

"Then let me explain fully. Morrie has never been around much to influence a boy the way most fathers want to. He’s a charming man and not that macho himself anyway that he would take a lot of pride in a football player son. Frankly, the name Karla was what we had chosen for you, but you came with different plumbing, so we just dropped the ‘a’ and make it Karl. Then your sister came along, and we were delighted that we finally had our little girl, especially since the doctor told me that I couldn’t afford to get pregnant again if I wanted to keep on living. And then your dear sister died from pneumonia six years later. There was nothing we could do. Her little body just could not fight off the infection no matter what they did, so we still had our Karl, and we were grateful.

Now it appears that we have a daughter after all, and believe me, sweetheart, we have discussed all those things that have run through your head like secondary sex characteristics and how you are going to go back to school in the fall."

"It’s hard for me to see my son in you, dear, except for a family resemblance. Yes, to answer your question. You have indeed. You are bright and pretty, and I love that cute hairstyle too. It becomes you. It appears you have good taste in clothing too. Now, here is what we propose. I’m going to show you a picture of myself at age 18. If you like how I looked, your father and I will treat you to a few nips and tucks and a start on a bosom and hips of your own. You’ll be a carbon copy of your mother at your age. Would you like that?"

"Oh, mom! I don’t have to look at a picture. You’re gorgeous. Please yes! But I seem to be getting breasts and hips of my own anyway somehow!"

"Alright, sweetie. We can do something about any telltale bulge if there is one left. We’ll get your prostate removed and those nasty little testicles, too, if that is alright. Your clothing will fit so much better, and you won’t be bothered by inappropriate thoughts contorting your anatomy if you get my drift. Will that be alright too?"

"Of course. A girl has no use for those things. And when you say ‘little,’ you certainly hit that one squarely. I can’t be beautiful like my mother if I don’t get rid of them, and I would hope just as quickly as possible. I want to go to the junior prom in a gown and not worry about it falling down <grin>. But I should tell you, mom, my body seems to be undergoing some reconstruction on its own. I hardly qualify as males now as it is. Our testicles seem to have disappeared on their own, and their faithful companion is withering. "

"How fascinating!"

"That should not be a problem, little one. With my genes and your father’s propensity for a flabby chest despite his rather slender figure, I think your future in that regard is assured. Your father will be delighted for all of us. We know that you can’t replace Esther, but now you can be our daughter, go on to college and make us proud. Then maybe you can find a nice man and settle down and raise some kids of your own."

"Oh, mom, that’s almost too much to hope for. I’m am so excited."

"Me too, darling. We simply must go shopping just as soon as possible so we can finally do justice to that 10-foot walk-in closet of yours."

"Mom, do you have any idea why I have become a girl,"

"Actually, I do have a slight inkling about that, honey. It may have something to do with those tapes you’ve been watching for the past several weeks. Were they present from Connie?"

"Ya, they were, mom; why! I know the title is "Style & Grace with Blue Man Group and others," but how could that? I don’t understand. How could a tape have a hidden agenda? Or maybe I do! Do you think they may have that subliminal programming on them or something? I just adore the new me, though. Oh my!

"It's time to tell you the whole truth, Karla,"

"What, mom, what are you hiding anything from me,"

"Sorry to say daughter, but yes, it was my and Connie idea to make you a littel girly or feminine in style, but this went far from that, and we also charged tapes cover, the original name was 'Encouraging Feminization to motivate'"

"But why mom, Connie, why did you did this to me?"

"We are extremely sorry, Karla, I will tell you all the things from starting," Connie said, "Karla, we are friends for a very littel, and we used to play together, with you loving all the girly stuff like dressing up in my clothes, playing with dolls, painting nails, like we were besties. As we become a little young, you told me that you want to play with me and do all the girly stuff but can't because you were a boy and boys can't play with girly things. Remember Karls one thing you told me that I can never forget, 'wish I was born as a girl so that we can play every day, and then you run away, and from that movement, we didn't play again. Now in high school, you propose to me in front of everybody, to become your girlfriend. I said yes, because I just don't want you to get embarrassed in front of the school, so I did say yes, the real thing is that, maybe I really don't feel anything for guys, maybe I am a lesbian, or maybe I am confused, I truly don't know what I feel, as we started dating, it was like two friends, not a couple. And when we went shopping in the mall, your eyes were always locked on girls' selection and not interested in guys' stuff. Is that true Karla,"

"Ya, I used to love the feeling, and it was true."

"In school, you really don't like sports or gym class."

"Ya, that was also true."

"You always complimented me, to how cute was my top, and many times you told me that I am wearing a nice shade of lipstick and observer me doing my nails, and one day you were gone, and I came to your house, your mom and I chatted about you, discussing your strange behavior like there were panties, bras, and lipsticks in your closet asking about them you said that they were mine, but in reality it was yours, so I am right Karla,"

"Ya, brought them to gift you but, I kept it to for myself like feel I want to wear them."

"So looking at your struggle and confusion with identity with gender and girl stuff, your mom and I planned to feminize you with tapes, thinking that it will help you in some way, to bring out the best and real in you, and I just to say to myself I am more attracted to Karla then Karl, due you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Sorry, Connie, I think, with all this happen with, I out in girls anymore they don't attract me, anyone from now onwards, Connie you are my best friend, not a girlfriend okay."

"Ya Karla, best friend forever," but Karla, are you not angry with us for all this we did with you?"

"Say it, Karla, what did you feel about us." Mom said.

"Mom, Connie, what are you saying? I am angry with you both; why should I? You both did the right, and it was true I was very much confused and struggling with my identity, finding the answer why do I feel so attracted towards girls stuff, seeing you Connie from childhood I always used to feel very jalouse of you, and always wondering why do I can be like you, from past few weeks this is the best days of my life, and now I want to find a nice boyfriend and become a prom queen, Karl is dead now, and I just don't want to think about it again,"

"What, Karla," Mom said,

"That I was once born a boy, now I am not your son anymore."

"Ya Karla, you are my beautiful daughter, know."

"Ya girl, and my boyfriend."

With that is was all sort out, with Karl transition into Karla with the help of tapes. Wait for a minute, the story is not done yet,

"Mom, has someone recorded and copied my tapes? There was a message on the VCR, that the recording has been done."

"Funny, you ask. It was your dad,"

"Has daddy watched them at all?"

I’m afraid so dear, and that’s what made me suspicious enough to ask. I never knew your father had a liking for wearing ladies' nighties before, but he does now! He looks charming in one."

"Oh, no, mom! not him too!"

"One can only imagine, honey. He liked the tapes so much after seeing them both, he made copies to take on his trip to California, and he won’t be back for another two weeks."

"But mom, it only took me three weeks to get like this!"

"Yes, dear, I realize the implications. I can call and ask him to stop playing them. What do you think?"

"To be frank, mom, I don’t think he will be able to stop playing them. How did he look in the nightie mom?"

"Rather cute, as I said. And he does have that rather perky chest that rather turned me on too. I suppose he could have been a good-looking woman."

"And he’s what, 39?"

"Yes."

"You did say girls were more fun to be around. Mom, if he can’t stop playing those tapes, this family may become a house full of women. We’ll know for sure, I guess, when we meet daddy on the plane. If he’s not on it, one of those women deplaning is daddy, or was!"

"Yes, dear. That thought has occurred to me. He has sounded a little strange on the telephone. A little too melodic, if you know what I mean. Cheer up, dear. Everything is going to turn out fine, I hope!"

Later that evening, she spoke with her husband. It was late afternoon in California. "Hello, Morrie. Everything alright out there? Meetings going well?"

"Wonderful, honey. And at home?"

"We have had a few developments here, Morrie. Nothing we need to go into now, though. No emergencies here. What are you wearing, honey?"

"Why, I just got back to the room and changed into a robe and nightie."

"And?"

"And uh, Victoria’s panties. Why?"

"Wearing them under your suits too, are you? Anything else?"

"I, yes. Along with a cami. How did you know? Why?"

"And is that the nightie of mine you took?"

"No. I found a lovely lingerie shop just ‘round the corner from the hotel. This one’s a naughty hot pink with black lace trim. I hope you like it."

"You sound a little different, dear. Do you feel alright?"

"Lovely. Why?"

"Lovely?"

"What’s going on, Blake?"

"I wish I knew, dear. How are you enjoying those tapes you made?"

"Oh, I love them. They are just great. Play them after work every day. Why?"

"Just curious. Did you buy anything else at the lingerie store yet?"

"Yet? Well, yes. Just a few camis and a pair of slippers."

"Slippers, huh? Mules?"

"yes."

"'3'?"

"Yes."

"Love those too? Learning to swing your tush."

"Blake, I don’t understand any of this, but yes. Am I turning into a transvestite or something? I didn’t even see it coming, and all of a sudden, I’m having all these urges, and the more I do, the better I feel."

"Or something, honey. I’ll talk to you in a few days. Love you. Karla sends her love too. ‘Bye"

Hanging up the phone in his room at the Astor Hotel, Morrie sat on the edge of the bed in his hot pink gown and robe with matching mules mulling over what he just heard. ‘Karla?’ Did I listen to what I think I heard? Karla? Naw. That’s silly. Fluffing the pillow and taking off ‘her’ robe, Morrie lay down for a much-needed rest. Rubbing the knots in her chest, ‘she’ fell asleep.

Meanwhile, early on the following Wednesday afternoon and with ten days into the trip, Blake called Morrie again. Ringing room 410, she heard a sweet, melodic ‘hello’ ending on a high note and thought it was the maid.

"Who is this? Morrie, can that be you?"

"Well, of course, it’s me, honey. Who else would it be?"

"That’s what I called to find out. It’s too early for bed. What are you wearing, honey?"

"Grey."

"Grey, what dear?"

"A grey suit."

"And what color’s the blouse and how long is the skirt?"

"Cream and just above the knee. Listen, Blake, I’m really sorry. I don’t know what’s come over me. It’s like I don’t have any control over this."

"I know. You don’t have any, dear. And what else?"

"Accessories?"

"Pearls, rings, earrings, and necklace."

"Good, and?"

"Dark hose and black pumps."

"3"?"

"Yes. Maybe 3 ½. You know how they like sexy shoes in LA."

"And the walk?"

"I think I have it. It’s a little too ‘runway,’ but I’m trying to tone it down. How did you know?"

"Call it intuition. What size bra and panties?"

"34B and six. Why?"

"All you?"

"Mostly. It’s just shaped a little. Mostly me, yes. How did you know?"

"Wait a minute. Karla? Since when do we have a daughter?"

"We did want a daughter when Karl came, remember? I told you we had a few issues here."

"Of course I remember, but..."

"She’s beautiful."

"When I left, I had a son, and I was a normal man. I don’t understand any of this."

"You will, my darling. You will. Has anything strange been happening to your body?"

"I seem to be getting rather curvy, and the package is dwindling. I may not be much use to you by the time I get home. I don’t think my chest was this sexy or my hips this wide when I left home. This should not be happening if I’m just turning into a bloody transvestite, should it?"<tears>

"You can’t help it, dear. You might as well just accept the inevitable as it happens. Do the best you can with what you have, and don’t get yourself arrested."

<sigh> "I wish I understood this. Somehow it feels right."

"I know, dear. It’s supposed to feel right. Just do me a favor. Have someone take a picture of you with your digital camera and send me, so I know who to look for when you deplane.

What is this feminine creature’s name?"

"I think it’s Maureen. At least, that’s what I dreamt."

"Alright, Maureen. Have a nice time. Send pictures. Love you. ‘Bye.

Saturday afternoon, two weeks later, Karla's father had booked for his return flight.

Karla and her mother decided to look nice for Maureen’s homecoming, so they dolled up in dresses, hoses, and heels. Her feeling about that doorway was correct. She had shrunk all over inappropriate places while others had blossomed. She now weighed only 115 pounds and was a size seven. Her 30 days were over, and her boyhood was gone, replaced with the total femininity promised on the tapes. Karla was now the spitting image of Blake at 17, even without the surgeries. Her daddy arrived looking marvelous in a black raw silk sleeveless dress with a jewel neckline and with the matching jacket draped across her arm. Maureen carried a taupe shoulder bag that matched her stylish high-heeled taupe pumps, which she managed flawlessly. Without the photo she had sent, she would have been unrecognizable. Her shoulder-length auburn hair swayed gently as she walked up to her wife and daughter.

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1st Ending -

The wizard Baldezar, "and even nicer you shall look and very soon." as he thrust a minor spell upon their bras and panties. He could keep track of them easily because he had installed a bio tracking device in the programming of the tapes he produced, and now their brain waves were emitting the tag frequency.

"Again Baldezar smiled. "You will learn not to mess with your daughter’s rock ‘n roll tapes after this 'Boss.' Know I suppose your dirty businessman days are gone forever, boss,"

"This happens when you messed up with the wrong person, my dear boss."

Fuck You.....     

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Alternate Ending -

Written By My Freind Miss Joannie.

Baldazar the Wizard just smiled, as he intently watched the vision of the feminized father and son at the airport.

“And Morrie thought he could mess with my beloved wife without consequence.”

Baldazar was an extremely ancient wizard, and he was enjoying this moment immensely.

“Most people don’t believe wizards exist, but we continue to walk this earth, and they don’t even know when we are standing right in front of them.”

Baldazar continued to weave his spell, "And even nicer you shall both look and very soon." as he thrust a minor spell upon their bras and panties. He could keep track of them easily because he had made a locator spell part of the tapes, so he knew where to find Morrie and Karla at all times.

The Wizard sneered, "You were a pig Morrie. You seduced my beloved wife on a business trip, and she became pregnant because of your actions. She called you for help, but you simply laughed in her face, and told her to deal with it on her own. Rather than face me, she wrote me a letter, disappeared and I am unable to find her."

"Now you will pay for your actions. You messed with the wrong person, my dear Morrie."

I created those feminizing tapes just for you and your son. I placed a spell on his girlfriend so she was attracted to the tapes and would buy the copies. She was compelled to show them to your son, and thus he became compelled to watch them and follow the feminizing directive. When he brought the tapes home, you watched them with your son, and then you were ensnared in my trap. You were compelled to make yourself copies of those tapes so you could continue to watch them on your month-long business trip. You left as a man, but returned as a woman.

I placed additional spells on both of you, so you have become real women, and you can both now become pregnant, like any other woman who is not careful of who she meets.

The Wizard continued to watch the vision of the new mother and daughter embrace each other.

“Wait this cannot be! They are smiling and kissing each other. They are enjoying themselves as women. But that was not supposed to be! You were to remember you were once men and would despise the day that you were feminized into women!

Baldazar screamed at the heavens, “NOOOO!”

But the spells had run their course, and there was no longer anything the great Wizard could do.

If you are curious about what happened to Karl after this, you can find out in - (Women's Job Part 26).