Connie's Story - A Boyfriend Feminizer - Part 3

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Later, at Connie's house with her best friend, Lilly.

"Well, what do you think, Connie? Is it working? Am I reading the signs right?"

"Oh, it is definitely working, Lil, but he seems to be developing terribly feminine tastes in clothing and a few mannerisms to go with him. I never had a boyfriend before who wore pretty lingerie like I do. Not that it’s so bad. I do like running my hands over him in his new undies. I must be a little kinky or bi. Maybe he likes some other pretty stuff too. We seem to be totally unaffected by that one exposure. I wonder if he really develops girlish taste in clothes the more he watches? He beginning to swish a bit, I think."

"I guess you’ve noticed."

"That is exactly what I’m afraid of, girlfriend, and how could I miss it, including the way he has been talking? We may all end up buying the same kinds of shoes in the same store. Did you hear how much Karl loved those pumps and how descriptive he was? Where did he learn all that? I mean, I wanted them to have some style, but does it have to be so girlish? I wonder what is really on those tapes anyway? Come on, let’s just park and watch them again, and maybe we can figure it out." This, of course, only served to re-enforce his desire to see the task to completion.

And so, part of what he heard, or rather ‘felt’ was;

>< After you have settled the matter of your panties, you will proceed to replace those other nasty cotton undergarments. Throw them away. Get them out of your life. They are repugnant to you, into the trash with them all. Should you have chanced to purchase these tapes for a loved one, you will now begin to realize that they shall become everything that you would wish to become if you were devoid of these social graces and inclinations. You will find yourself encouraging and supporting these new behaviors with loving gusto. If they are not already your sisters, you shall begin to treat them as such and react to them and foster their total femininity because your sisters will become. If you are wearing a cotton bra, you will dispense with it and join them in their quest for the ultimate in all things feminine and refined. You would rather now wear a satin bra than a cotton one, and you simply MUST desire lovely bras. Your desires will mount to wear bras of the finest materials and contours that accentuate your lovely feminine attributes and enhance your figure regardless of its current contours ><

"You wanted him to clean up his act, and he did it. You shouldn’t complain, should you? You are getting what you wanted after all! He advertised Encouraging Feminization, and tapes certainly are living up to that. Did you get the impression that he is going to go all the way with this, and you are going to help him out to do it?"

"Uh-huh. That was one of the strongest impressions I got. Oh, my. He is turning into boy chicks, and there is nothing I can do but help him. I’ll bet since we watched the tapes completely, we can’t even resist watching it happen. I’ll bet you have to assist him in becoming lovely and feminine. You probably even enjoy it. This is awful!"

"Oh, not really so awful, honey. I suppose you can’t really complain, Connie. Sort of reminds me of that old one, ‘be careful what you wish for, though. Well, even if he ends up looking girlish, at least he will have good taste. <giggle> That’s a comfort at least and a boon to the fashion world. One less pair of grubby boys won’t be missed. <giggle>"

Well, If Karl continued to play the tapes. It wasn’t as if he really had a choice. The compulsion to play them was built in. And now, Connie's eyes had been opened a tad.

And so, by the middle of the next week, Karl could not avoid the next little step in better grooming. He began taking baths instead of showers for the most part. He almost simultaneously decided to soak in his mom’s oils and shave his legs. Will, he liked the result of that so much that he shaved off all his body hair and thrilled to the sleekness of his new feminine smoothness, beginning to use lotion on his hands, arms, legs, and faces. Even more interesting was what he looked like in his tennis clothes with his shaved legs, a concept to which he never gave a thought for, as everyone knows, you keep your body free of that ugly hair.

<ring> "Hi Connie. Would you like to go to the mall tonight for a little while?"

"Sure, I guess so, Karl. I’ll be over in a few minutes."

"Well, that didn’t take you long, Connie."

"You did say shopping, didn’t you?"

"No, but you read my mind. What’s up with that? We never cared about shopping before! Let’s go."

As he cruised the mall for bargains in windows he previously would never have considered, all bastions of the totally feminine, he rather unavoidably veered into that lingerie store again. He ended up purchasing several pairs of thigh-high hose in taupe, tan and black and began by wearing a couple of the tan ones under his jeans. After he left the lingerie store, he ended up ogling Baker’s window again, pointing out to each other the merits of this or that shoe in all too animated fashion just like he had seen Connie do.

"Connie, are you thinking what I’m thinking?"

"I’m thinking some girl’s shoes are truly pretty impractical and silly but oh, because my panties are getting awfully tight right now! I shouldn’t be so excited, but I can’t help it."

"Well, good then,"

I’m sorry if my wanting to try those luscious high heeled pumps on makes you think less of me, ya Connie, but I’m just dying to see them on my feet."

"It’s ok, Karl, Don’t throw a hissy! Come on. Let’s have some fun ‘boyfriend <giggle>."

He could not resist the lure of all those pretty shoes and found himself inside, seated, and describing what he wanted to try on. And he looked at quite a few styles, pumps, sandals, flats. He purchased a pair of penny loafers that he may wear at home. Also, He purchased a pair of generic though totally feminine sandals with low wedge heels by Cobbie Cuddlers.

As he walked down the hall after exiting the store in just a bit of a daze:

Connie, breathing a bit hard, turned to Karl and said, "Karlie honey, it just happened again, didn’t it?"

" Fraid so, dude. Big time! Or should I say ‘dudette? I feel so naughty and sexy and girlish, and you just called me ‘honey, honey! I thought I was going to die from sheer ecstasy. I never thought my feet could look so pretty. It was sweet of mom to show me how to walk in them and show me how to strut, wasn’t it? I think what Mom said was true. It isn’t that hard with the right sway to the hips, although I felt awful ‘Peg Bundy’ with jeans on."

"Yes, it really was fun, but I’m so scared, Karl. You almost bought those gorgeous shoes. It was everything I could do to resist. I want lots of them. We’re boys. We can’t do that, can we?"

"Well, I suppose you can, Karl, if we really want to. You are very fashionable and pretty and so terribly sexy, aren’t you?"

"Yes, but..."

"Yeah, I know! I don’t understand it either. All I know is, it sure feels good, and I love how my hose feels on my shaved legs and how those shoes looked on our feet. Seeing you in heels made me flash on what you’d look like if you really were a chick. I think you’d be stunning, Connie. I hope you don’t mind me saying that. If my panties weren’t so tight, I’d be in trouble. I could understand this better if it were just one of us going down this road, though. That is what makes it so weird! Still, I’m happy for the company. I’d hate to be here alone. I do love you, Connie."

"I love you too, Karl, and next, we were hugging and kissing hello and holding hands!"

"Oh, I don’t even want to think about that now, sweetie. I’m too excited over what you just did to worry about the next step.

The following morning, our starlets viewed his tapes once more.

>< Now that you have some femininely attractive shoes and hose and undergarments, you are beginning to feel the increase in your femininity, and you are enjoying it immensely. You want to share it with your friends. You are not afraid of being or becoming more feminine. It is about time, after all. Your vocal expressions must take on a more feminine air. You must allow those typically feminine words to enter and be used in your vocabulary. Expressions of affection for others shall not bother you, and you will desire to tell those you love that you do love them. A gentile kiss or caress shall become commonplace. You will embrace all this as good, kind, graceful. Your disposition, if on the stiff side, shall now soften immediately and noticeably. You will desire to have the companionship mostly of females. It is your goal in life right now to allow your femininity to emerge. We will help you. You have confidence in us. Trust what you see and hear in the tapes, and all will go well. If you do not, you will find life difficult because you will be between where you began and where you want to be, which is that perfect symbol of femininity.><

Friday night, Connie noticed Karl was not wearing socks with his sneakers. In fact, he was not wearing sneakers. But was wearing his new sandals with lightweight soles and wedge heels. Cute, lightweight, thin-soled Ladies' sandals!

"Well, will wonders never cease," exclaimed Lilly? Would you look at this, Karl? The boy has traded in his sneakers already for some cute fashion footwear."

"So I see. Darling loafers guy. Like the heels. Where did you get them?"

"Uh, at Bakers, on Wednesday night. We uh, we're at the mall anyway and just simply had to go in. He had a great display and killer shoes, doesn’t he? I think he is getting a real thing for shoe shopping.

"I seem to want lots of shoes all of a sudden."

"You really like them?"

"Sure. Why not?

"They are cute. But why are you wearing hose with them?"

"Because it fits better <giggle> and I can take a smaller size," Karl tentatively asked? "Socks take up too much room."

"Well, yes, of course, "Karl, you’re wearing thigh highs. Since when do you wear stockings? I thought they were just men’s knee highs."

"Well, I am just trying to fit in, aren’t I, Connie? After all, I am wearing lingerie, and, I believe, I am loving it except for not filling my camis very well!"

"Well, of course, you are. I just didn’t know how serious you were about it, but I see you very seriously. Loving it, are you? Wonderful! How do you two feel then about skirts and dresses and spike high heels? You did seem very keen on those patina pumps." She ran her hand up Karl’s leg a bit again, this time on the inside. "Why Karl honey, you shaved your legs too. How sweet to emulate us so. I can’t wait to see how sexy your legs look in the hose, maybe in a mini with spikes?"

"I think thigh highs with lace tops are gorgeous, Lilly."

"Well, I like seeing you in pretty clothes too, right Connie? And nylons do feel divine on shaved legs."

"Yes. I love pretty clothes and pretty shoes, Lilly."

"I see," replied Lilly. "You love pretty clothes and shoes. Very well. Pretty is as pretty does then."

"Listen, Karl, pick us up for shopping and a movie, as usual, tomorrow but we are going to all go to the salon and have our hair styled. Is that ok with you?" said Connie.

"Ya sure, girlfriend. Whatever you want," answered Karl.

The boy got a few stares at the ice cream shop that night. Small wonder. Those girls sipping sodas noticed his hosiery for sure and seemed to notice the shoes too. Men did have thicker soles and lower heels. Men hadn’t worn high heels since the early 70s. It was that night that the boy began acting and talking ever so more femininely. He stopped resting his ankles on his knees, sat, and rose very sedately. He sat with his legs together or crossed at the knees. Karl took to bouncing his free foot. There was a subtle shift in his vocabulary as well as his actions from stud muffin to just plain muffin.

The next day,

Upon awakening and as per usual, our apprentice girl played his tapes while attending to his toiletries.

><You totally love all the groups on these tapes. You cannot go a day without seeing or listening to at least one or more groups. This you will remember each day I must watch or listen to at least part of a tape. The more you hear, the more you want. This is the prime directive. You must follow it until you have rid yourself of all the things in your personal sphere that are not totally feminine and refined.><

"You find that you want to read women’s magazines and books. You are a romantic, and if you are not, you shall become one. You will be drawn to romance novels. If you did not particularly care for shopping for fashions before, now you shall. It is one of the hallmarks of femininity, and you will embrace it. You have been getting used to your new shoes. You now desire to avail yourself of some of the more attractive and sexy styles with higher heels and more daring and fashionable designs. You gravitate to the more expensive styles and brands even if you cannot afford them. You know what you want: only the most feminine and sexy shoes you can afford and the more, the better to go with the skirts and dresses and suits you will buy in the future. Suppose you routinely wear pants of any kind, be it blue jeans or slacks. In that case, you will begin to harbor a most definite distaste for them unless they are the most feminine of styles and fabrics. You’ll want to wear them only with sexy footwear. These thoughts will come upon you soon after you acquire just one more symbol of femininity. You shall now embrace shopping as therapeutic and fun.><

><If your ears are not pierced, you will desire to pierce them at least once and wear beautiful earrings. If your fingernails are short or plain, you shall desire to have long, strong, well-manicured nails in an appropriate shade to match your toenails, which you shall always keep painted. You will desire other feminine jewelry appropriate to your station in life, be it genuine diamonds or faux. Gone are the days when you may accept, as usual, the donning of apparel that is unisex or masculine in appearance.><

><If you do not wear makeup, you will first desire to rid yourself of unwanted hair everywhere on your body. If your eyebrows are unkempt, you shall tweeze them or wax them or have them taken to proper proportions by electrolysis. If you have unwanted facial hair, you will arrange to rid yourself of that as well. You hate and detest body hair on yourself and other women. If you are a rather masculine woman, you will find that aspect of you fading fast. You will now express yourself as a gentile woman of quality, using proper, delicate English. You will make an effort to keep a delightful pitch and resonance to your voice, both singing and speaking at all times. Your speech shall become lilting and pleasing to the ear, and you shall practice by singing or talking to yourself when you are alone at home or in your car.><

><You are unwilling and unable to shorten your hair. You desire to allow it to grow out so that it may be styled in a most feminine and attractive style. When you get your next haircut, it shall be the most feminine cut your length will allow. Likewise, you are not able to shorten your fingernails. You want them to be at least a 1/4 inch beyond your fingertips and sculpted in typical oval fashion or squared if you like French manicures. You may wish to have acrylic nails applied until yours grow out. You are now unable to communicate with anyone using less than the most feminine of language skills. Your speech patterns will take on the sound of a refined lady who uses many exclusively feminine words, particularly descriptive adjectives. You are no longer capable of coarse thoughts or language. You find you cannot consume previously average amounts of food as you have become aware of your desired figure. The desire is building within you to divest yourself of all androgynous trappings or unisex clothing and shoes. Your desire for a wardrobe of the most feminine lingerie, shoes, skirts, blouses, dresses, and suits is building to a crescendo. With each day that passes that you deny yourself these things, you will feel worse. You must have them. You must acknowledge your desires to those who love you, your friends, and your family. You want to turn over a ‘new leaf’ and begin anew with a clean slate as the woman/girl you could have been—should have been. You have re-invented yourself, and you will not rest until you have accomplished your total femininity by the time the 30 days are over. Remember the prime directive.><

After donning his lingerie, hose, and ‘heels,’ the boy picked up Connie and Lilly and headed to the mall about 10 am and proceeded to the salon. He now had affected the proper sway to his hips to accommodate his higher heeled loafers. When the boy sat in the chairs for his hair cuts, he got washed and set and styled as per Connie and Lilly's instructions.

He ended up with short but fashionable bobs and body perms. Connie's was quite curly on top while Karl’s do was a shaved neck and a short page boy with bangs and was straight and quite swingy. It was cut shorter in the back, which left his neck hair exposed. It was an adorable cut for the summer, for a girl. The operators plucked his brows, much to his amazement but without protest, and put 2" gold hoops in both pairs of ears.

While he was ‘drying,’ Gail gave his fingernails a French manicure which was easily accomplished since he had been mentally unable to trim his nails since his programming began. All he had been able to do was file the snags and apply hardener as the nails grew longer, which was now about 3/8" beyond his fingertips.

Spinning him around, Suzie asked, "well, Karl, what do you think?"

"Oh, I love it, Suzie. It’s charming. Thanks, hon. Here’s a tip." And he handed her 10 dollars and admired his new manicure with the three coats of nude lacquer.

"You look fantastic," said Lilly. Why don’t we go and see if we can get you some nice pants and shirts now?"

"Ya sure. I like that."

As he all walked out of the shop, I just got makeovers in there. Just listen to the way I talk? ‘Darling? Lovely?’ It’s like I was getting way too feminine. And I am walking like the girls too. I don’t feel anything boyish going on in my head. And look at me. Can’t you hear it? Don’t you think it?"

"Of course I do, hon, but I don’t know what to do about it."

"It’s not like it hasn’t been happening for a while now. I feel wonderful, and I just adore these hoops and our new feminine look. This swingy haircut is great and so cool on my neck. I think I may be turning into a girl. It’s like I’m feeling total, female, and I don’t seem to care! So what? It’s hard for me to even dredge up a male thought these days, and it seems like I can’t wait to get on with it. Mom is grateful for the help at home, something my dumb ego-driven boy self never considered. This fashion thing seems to have taken on a life of its own, and I keep wanting to call you ‘girlfriend, sugar and honey. I was knee-deep in Mom’s Cosmo last night, too, with no end of stuff I fantasized about wearing, including a formal. I could see myself in that strapless."

And so he went, once again, to the ladies department of Dillard’s and found just the slacks and shirts he wanted, several of each in a variety of colors and slinky fabrics, most slacks with self belts. And he wore a new pair of pants and a shirt from the store. Make that flowing slacks and silky blouses, of course, and knowing full well what he had purchased. He went off to his next stop wearing his new white polyester and nylon blouses along with his nicely detailed ladies slacks over his lovely lingerie. Karl mentioned, "you know ladies, I am now wearing very stylish clothing from the skin out, head to toe, every stitch. Don’t you just love it, Connie?"

"It feels wonderful Karl, you are beginning to look very chic." chimed Connie.

"And rather pretty too," agreed Lilly.

He then entered the shoe store where he had gotten his high-heeled loafers and his sandals from that nice lady, Marie.

"Well, don’t you all look lovely," Marie said as he entered the empty shop. "What can I do for you girls today?"

"Well, I’d like to try on that pair of white patina pumps in a seven and a half," said Karl. I can’t speak for the rest of them," she said, leaving the ball up in the air and ignoring the all-inclusive ‘girls.’

"Well, Connie and Karla were here in earlier in the week, and she did mention a few things she liked," said Marie. "I’ll get some for you. be right back."

"Karla? You must have really let your hair down when you were here. I can only imagine what went on that night <giggle>. It seems you made quite an impression on Marie," exclaimed Lilly, while Marie was in the stock room!

"I guess I did," replied Karl, blushing."

"And I don’t blame you for calling you, girl," said Lilly.

"Can’t take offense at the obvious now, can I? That’s beginning to feel like a nice compliment. I don’t think I really deserve to be, yet. Marie was very helpful and outgoing. I appreciated how she treated us, and I did try on a few other styles while we were here. It was a good thing I had my hose on. I feel a little silly trying to act boyish when I’m dressed so nicely, though. I confess I don’t feel very masculine lately, kind of like a tomboy who’s just realized it’s time to grow up. My masculinity just seems to be slipping away from me and having trouble giving a flying fig about it."

"Tell them about your conversation with your mom Karl," said Lilly.

<blushing> "Well, I was just curled up looking through a magazine, and she caught me, is all."

"Just a magazine Karl? Sure it wasn’t a Lady’s Home Journal or something?"

"Actually, Lilly, it was her Cosmo, and I was looking at the shoe ads."

"And?"

"And we talked. She thinks I have good taste in shoes, and she said my ankles were nice and slender."

"Sounds like maybe she may not mind seeing her little darling in sexy high heels."

"I confess I’m rather hoping that’s true, Lilly."

By then, Marie returned with an armload of shoe boxes, eight in all with more at the ready. She laid down two in front of each ‘person’ seated. ‘Karla’ seemed as anxious as Connie and Lilly to get into the boxes. Lilly tried on the pumps, and she all made appreciative comments. In the meantime, Connie and ‘Karla’ had opened their first box to find a pair of dress patent flats which he took out and slipped on his feet. Then he swished over to the mirrors to admire his pretty feet.

"Oh, those look darling on you, honey," remarked Marie. "Don’t you other girls think so?"

Two voices replied, "yes, they are."

‘Karla’ had gotten into his top box, and it too contained flats but in red calf leather, which looked very nice with his black, rear zippered slacks, a fact not wasted on Connie and Lilly. Funny how there no longer appeared to be a lingering lump in those slacks! And, speaking of lumps, four other lumps had virtually disappeared also. Nobody had mentioned it, but the larynx of our converts had all but melted into swan-like necks. Next, Connie and Lilly found a pair of dressy sandals which he adored. Karla found high-heeled pumps in his bottom box, the very ones he had tried on Wednesday night.

Karla’s were the white patina, but in an 8 ½ and Carries were black patent. His eyes went a little wide, but then he grinned at each other and took them out and slipped them on, and stood up. As he said, Wednesday night, Marie had given him a little lesson in handling high heels, much to his delight, so he sauntered back and forth, showing off for Connie and Lilly. High heels are just so sexy with slacks anyway.

"Now, those are really adorable on you," said Marie. "I’m sure you will want those. Don’t you think so, ladies?"

"What do you think, Connie," asked Karl?" "I think it should work."

"I think she looks adorable in her new heels, and she handles them very well, but she definitely needs something inside those blouses if she is going to wear such stylish clothing around town. Don’t you think so too, girls?"

"We, uh, well, of course, Marie."

Karla now had reason to need bras, though as yet undiscovered. A truly stylish lady can’t be totally flat-chested.

"Do you ladies want purses to match your new shoes, or do you already have some," asked Marie?

"Oh, you are so right. Thank you. Yes, we do," replied Karl. And so, he purchased his first handbags to match both pairs of his new shoes and put his wallets and change into a handbag.

They left the shoe store Karla wearing his new flats that were sexily cut to show just a hint of toe cleavage. He had two shoe boxes and was becoming overloaded with packages, so he went to the car and dumped them in the trunk.

There was no longer any pretense about the boy being nor acting masculine. Even at this point, he would not be mistaken for a male. = He no longer seemed to care and conducted themselves as he was dressed, as girls. Inhibitions were melting away on all fronts. Nor did Connie and Lilly make any attempt to curb these new appetites. He was smart enough to know it was now a lost cause. The tapes drove him to assist in the formation of new feminine personas.

>whispering to Lil<

"Doesn’t seem to be any doubt about what is on those tapes now, does it? Look what’s happening to him. It turned my boyfriend into total she-males, but he does have great taste, doesn’t he?"

"I’m just glad you are really in love with him. Now you can just love him as girlfriends. I think next time we get inspired, we’d better read the fine print, though <giggle>. I can’t wait to see how he is going to look all dolled up in dresses, heels, and makeup."

"We can work on that right now, Lil. <evil grin>"