Connie's Story - A Boyfriend Feminizer - Part 2

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In the morning, while dressing, Karl slid the second tape into his bedroom tape machines, and this was the message they received under the beginning of the second tape.

Welcome,  as the cover on these tapes indicates, we will instill in you the necessary appetites and desires to become the woman of your dreams or perhaps, the woman of someone else’s. If you are a tomboy, we will cure that and bring you forth as a young flower of femininity. If you are an older, more mature flower who has lost her luster, we will instill in you the desire to once again be everything that you can be within the realm of the sophisticated adult female. You are in capable hands. Sit back or lie back and relax while we take you from sleeping maiden to the flowering princess. Open your mind. Relax. You will see and hear what we want you to see and hear. Deep within your subconscious, you want these lessons to take hold in your life so that you may be happier and function better in society. That’s it, relax. Do not be alarmed if you fall asleep while watching. You will still hear the message. Allow the music to flow through you. See the images before you, ALL the images and not just the ones open to the ordinary eye. Hear the music. Listen to the words but also hear the words that we speak to you of accomplishing your goal of becoming a delightful feminine person. You will hear all these words, and you will want to follow the suggestions made to you as soon as you can implement them. You cannot resist the gentile force that is within you struggling to break free. Hear the words. See the images. Let us begin. 

We shall begin with your clothing. You must have and desire only the most feminine of undergarments. You want the smoothness of silk, satin, and nylon next to your skin. If you are wearing cotton undergarments, you will take the first opportunity to replace them, first with lovely panties, then with camisoles if you are wearing a cotton top or cotton bra. You desire nylon and only silk-type fabrics next to your skin. 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, and if they are not already your sisters, then you shall begin to treat them as such and react to them as such and foster their total femininity. If you are wearing a cotton bra, you will dispense with it. 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. Cotton has a flattening effect on your mind and body, but silks do not. This may take some time as you have been entrenched in cotton for so long, but you will overcome it in the very near future. Anywho may be watching these tapes along with the afflicted shall be driven by conscience to assist in their total feminization and acceptance of this heightened state of being. You have set a timetable for yourself of completely converting yourself from inappropriate clothing for a refined lady, and it shall be accomplished in no more than 30 days. You will not allow the entire process to take more than 30 days, and then you shall be completely at peace and a lovely example of your gender.><

That day in

mall they did not shop together, at this point, Karl still could not stand the way Connie shopped, though his curiosity was mounting.

What was most interesting was that he could not understand the fact that he went into the lingerie shop on his own and purchased a dozen pairs of panties, including thongs, full and high leg satiny panties.

He was a little embarrassed by it, but he still did it. The salesgirl was very helpful too. He did a lot of fondling of the merchandise, looking at all sorts of lovely lingerie, teddies, camis, nighties, and bras.

"Do you want to try on a pair of those panties to make sure they fit? You really should, you know. Panties are not returnable unless defective, and I’m not sure whether you are 5s or 6's. Fives, I think, though."

"Well, they’re not really for us," claimed Karl as he blushed crimson.

"Oh, Please! Yes, they are, and we all know it. You went through the whole store, even our prettiest bras. I see you like those seamless stretch satin underwires. I work on commission. I’ve seen that sheepish look before, and I don’t care what you decide to buy. I still get paid my commissions. Don’t be embarrassed. Go. You need to try them on, Sir."

"Oh! I didn’t know that. Yes, I guess I should then," said Karl, thereby acknowledging that the salesgirl was indeed correct and succumbing to the need for lingerie. He was led back to the fitting rooms and tried on a pair of their new satin treasures.

"I hate to admit it, but I really like them. Very classy. Makes my tush look pretty good too."

"Let me come in and look, sir." <opening door> "Well, if you don’t mind my saying so, you do fill those out nicely for a boy."

"What about the bulge?"

"Minimal. I don’t think it will look too ugly in your boy jeans!

Don’t you just hate to see a bulge in panties?"

"Well, I’ve never seen one before, but since you asked, yes, I hate it and how baggy these jeans are too. I want jeans that show off my figure."

So, he wore a pair of his new panties, discarding the boxers in the trash, indicating how they now felt about stylish underwear. Apparently, the people who make the tapes did not lie. They could, in fact, instill a predilection toward high fashion and grace in anyone at all. Just two sections were enough to instill a compulsion and wash away guilt, but surely these videos had not been intended for mere males! Yet the cover did say ‘anyone.’

However, on the way out of the store.

"Seems like it, Karl talking with the salesgirl.

I know I am not a jock person, but I never expected to find myself seriously envying girls' clothing enough to want to dress like them. I wonder if I really want to dress like them? This is really weird! Feels really good, though."

When he rejoined the Connie, who instantly recognized the bags,  had to see his purchases and was overwhelmed. "My goodness. I have no idea you had such good taste. Lovely! Are those for me?"

"What is happing to me? Did you not just blitz that store fondling everything in sight, and are you not wearing lacy satin panties and loving it?"

"Yeah, I do. Very strange. This can get pretty bizarre if it escalates into other things! I Never got this excited about lingerie before.

"Have mercy, boyfriend."

"I decided I liked the thongs you loaned me and wondered what else might feel nice, and so I just got a few to try out. I can’t wear boxers under those shorts."

"But you could wear men’s bikinis."

"Logical but uninspiring. They don’t quite make us feel the same. They don’t have this sleek, satiny feel to them or the pretty lace. I can’t explain it, Connie. It’s only a few pairs," said Karl while running his hand over his bottom!

"A few? That’s quite a pretty assortment. Well, it’s about time you two showed some class! I don’t mind what you wear, I suppose,"

"Do you really, Connie?"

"No, I guess not, Karl. I love to see some classy dude any time you want to wear them".

"I like being seen in the company of classy-looking girls. I’m not sure I understand what I will go through to look like that, though, but I decided I do like girl's lingerie. Your sure you don’t mind me wearing these?"

"Anything you want to wear that improves on torn blue jeans and sneakers is fine with me."

"Oh, I just love to hear you say that! Swell then. Let’s go to the movie. And thanks for the tapes. I played them again this morning. I know I get tired of them eventually, but I feel like I can’t get enough of them right now, but those tapes are great!"

"That’s wonderful, Karl. Let’s go see that new Angelina Jolie movie, OK?"

"Sure, that sounds like fun," replied Karl.

Karl began wearing his pretty panties all the time and, of course, watching and listening to their new tapes every day.  Going home that day and replacing all the shorts in his drawers with the lovely panties. Every time he put them on, he enjoyed a certain sexual stimulus. At first, it was overwhelming to the point he needed sexual release, but after a few more days and a few more ‘plays,’ their panties were just ‘his underwear,’ and his excitement became flaccid. And, over the next week, he had played one of those tapes at least once a day even though he were not always watching them. Consequently, he had a conversation or two about how much he liked satin and lace and the feel of those luscious panties.

Connie Calles Karl.

"Are you enjoying your panties," Asked Connie?

"I don’t know, Connie. Are we really going to have a conversation about my girly lingerie? I’m feeling a little naughty, and I know I shouldn’t love how they feel. "

Just how much are you enjoying yours?"

"I think girls get all the breaks when it comes to clothing. I think boy’s clothes are just plain boring! Shirts, pants, and shoes are so boring."

"If they have anything like the effect these satin panties I’m wearing are having on me. I’m beginning to see why the girls like dressing up to go out. Looking pretty must be fun, don’t you think, even on the inside? Nobody has to know how pretty our lingerie is, right?"

"I wouldn’t know Connie, but the way things are going, I wouldn’t rule out the idea of us trying something else besides panties. I think I’m beginning to be a little jealous of all the nice things you girl get to wear."

"Yeah, babes."

"Lately, I have been trying to figure that one out myself as well as why I’ve been browsing my mother’s fashion magazines. Why am I caring about hairstyles and what makeup colors are in for summer?

"Mom caught me curled up on the couch with her women's magazines."

"What did you tell her, Karl?"

"I think I stuttered a bit and then said I was just trying to find out why girls are so nuts about clothes and shopping."

"Did she say anything to you?"

"She just looks like she didn't care like a normal way, like there is nothing unusual."

"I’m afraid I was ogling my brains out and envying and happy I wasn’t standing up in front of her! I just have no idea why I’d be so interested in girl’s fashions. I never thought about becoming a designer. It’s not like we want to get all decked out like lol or is it?"

"Ok, Connie, bye, it's time to watch the tapes." "Ok, bye, girlfriend," "what did you say to me?" "oh, nothing, ok bye. "

The next exposure to their new mantra was:

>< If you are given to wearing those horrible sneakers or athletic shoes, with or without socks, you will desire to replace them with more delicate and refined ladies' footwear and hosiery. You particularly are fond of stockings, both gartered and thigh highs, as these are the most feminine. You will wear pantyhose when you must as dictated by your outfit but not by choice. First, you must replace those socks, and then you will immediately desire to replace your footwear with something more aesthetically pleasing and feminine. You may start small if you so desire. If you are not given to wearing lovely low, mid, or high heeled pumps, and sandals, begin with a more substantial shoe and a slightly lower heel so that you may become accustomed to the style and gait of a lady. Move from the hips. Keep your upper body quiet while your lower body propels you forward smoothly. You may wish to practice by balancing a book on your head or carrying a cup and saucer full of liquid until you can do it at a normal walking pace without accident. This is not required, but you may if you wish.><

The following Saturday’s trip to the mall produced an interesting event. Karl did not split from Connie. Instead, accompanying her everywhere, including the department stores where they found the perfect undershirts to go with their panties. They found some that were lightweight and all nylon. A few looked like tank tops, but they had a little narrow lace edging. A couple had spaghetti straps, a few-stretch lace. Of course, Karl knew exactly what he was looking at now from going through his mom’s magazines, and he had an overpowering urge to have more satin and lace. HE fully participated in the search, much to the amazement of Connie.

"What do you think Connie," asked Karl? "Maybe in some different colors? Don’t you just love the stretch lace straps on this one?"

"Oh, yes. Those are pretty and very stylish. I love them too,"

"Definitely, Karl. Go for it if that’s what you want. Enjoy looking nice, even if it is only on the inside. At least YOU will know how nice you look and feel under your drab boy clothing, right?"

"Why am I encouraging my boyfriend to wear the lingerie, I wonder?"

"You are SO right, Connie," replied Karl with flair, more than his usual emotion and a flip of his hand. Karl picked out a half dozen camisoles and wore one of the white ones. Of course, they were all satiny nylon and lace.

"Wow, Connie," said Karl. This feels really neat next to my skin. How wonderful compared to cotton. Too bad we didn’t discover these years ago."

"Yes, it is Karl, but you have time for discovery, and who knows? There may be other stylish things that you may decide to enjoy too. We’ll have to wait and see, huh," mused Connie.

"I suppose I will. Considering what I have on underneath, these blue jeans and sneakers feel awfully boorish all of a sudden, and I am beginning to absolutely hate cotton and cotton pajamas!"

"Well, that’s progress anyway," replied Connie smiling. "Heaven knows I have been trying to get you two to see our point of view for long enough. Some nice slacks and shoes would do you good. If you look nice, you feel nice."

Karl looked at Connie with an inscrutable look. Something ethereal passed between them, something of lightness and delicacy neither understood. As they all passed Baker’s shoe store, Connie stopped to look. As she was comparing her shoe to that in spirited girlish conversation with a woman attended, Karl broke in with, "that’s a really pretty pair of pumps there, the white pearlized patina ones with the 3" heels. That vamp has a beautiful throat cut. I love that old style with the sexy slender heels."

"Oh, you are so right, Karl. They’re lovely and would go with that new white cocktail dress of mine. Remind me to come back and get a pair," said Connie. "I will," replied Karl.

As they were walking down the hall, Connie turned to Karl and whispered, "did you actually listen to what you said back there? You sounded like an aficionado on high heels, like a girl! You really like them that much?"

"Uh-well, yes, Connie. Didn’t you? Just think how pretty they’ll be on."

"Well, yes, but I sure wouldn’t have said so! <grin> and on whom? You? us?"

"What can I say, Connie? I think they are very stylish. I can’t help it if I find high heels really exciting and pretty, not to mention sexy!"

"They really are, aren’t they? Damn! I wonder if they’re hard to walk in."

"My mom says not really, but you do have to wear pretty hose with them."

"You talked to your mom about wearing high heels, sexy boy magnet spikes?"

"Well, yeah, sort of. She saw me looking at a shoe ad for Capezio pumps, and one thing led to another. Anyway, she says they’re not that hard to master, especially if you start with a little chunkier heel. Of course, you have to add a sway to your hips regardless."

"Tell me you didn’t have a conversation with your mother about how to walk in high heels, Karl!"

"I’m sorry, Connie. I’m afraid we had a rather lengthy conversation about it. It sort of took on a life of its own, and she explained the whole theory to me. We began comparing notes on the ones in the ads we thought were the prettiest. I just think they are so pretty, and mom thinks I have good taste too as well as slender ankles."

"Oh my! She was talking about how you’d look in them too, or she wouldn’t have mentioned your ankles!

<we are in for it now, ‘girl.’">

"Don’t you mean ‘boy’?"<giggle>

"Oh no. Not anymore, I don’t ‘girlfriend.’ You just crossed the line. Things just got really weird around here if you’re even thinking about wearing high heels! I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore, Dorothy! <giggle>"

Connie veered into the drug store’s makeup department. Karl was just kinds of ‘hanging out’ when Karl noticed some tubes of clear lip gloss in the bottom of the Cover Girl section. He motioned Connie over.

"What do you think? They’re not really lipstick, mostly lanolin."

"Neat. But they do come in 4 colors. Why don’t you try that brownish one, and I’ll get this darker red? They’ll probably just look like a regular lip balm on our lips."

"We could just get the clear or the light beige."

"Yes, but why when I could have a little color? <giggle>"

"OK. I’m game." And they picked up the tubes and paid the cashier. The girls noticed.

"Would you like to try that gloss now? Here, borrow my compact," said Connie. So Connie and Karl stood there and applied their new lip gloss just like a girl, a goodly heavy coat of it, smooshing it like lipstick, and were a bit amazed at a depth of the color. "Look, ok, ladies?"

"Very chic, Karl. You are picking up some class after all."

"I guess so," remarked Karl. "It sure feels nice and tastes good but definitely strange!"

Just then, they were coming up to the piercing booth.

"Hey," said Connie. "Would you mind if I took a few minutes and got our ears pierced? Shouldn’t take long."

"Did I say I wanted my ears pierced, Connie?"

"No, but well, like, do you, Karlie?"

"Well, duh, Connie! Of course, I do."

"If that’s what you want. I think you will look cute with pretty earrings," replied Connie."

Did I just encourage my boyfriend to wear sexy earrings?

So the two of them wandered around the earring booth choosing several pairs of studs and hoops and dangles. Connie looked on, helping make choices but a little stupefied and trying not to show it. Karl picked out a pair of 2" diamond cut hoops and some dangles.

Connie chose studs, while Karl liked the genuine gold ½ hoops as starters.

"I was right. They are darling on you. When they heal, you can try all sorts of things."

"Thanks. They are rather cute," said Karl, who surprisingly made a kissy face in the mirror and missed completely the way he was emoting and had used the word ‘cute.’

They were each given a bottle of special ear disinfectant along with a small bag of goodies, and all went on their way.

And so they went to the movie again. This time it was really a chick flick. Midway through the movie, Karl had to go to pee.

This was not their usual drill. He went to a men's bathroom. He found himself alone in the bathroom and, bowing, as it was, to the restrictions of his new underwear, retired to a couple booths where he sat to pee for the first time in a public restroom. After he was through, wiped, and washed up, they both primped, refreshed his ‘lipstick’ and combed his hair.

'Never realized lingerie could make me feel so sexy before, even without a dress. I’m afraid I like it! Funny. Me too. Oh well. I suppose there are worse things than having a liking for satin undies. C’mon, the Connie will wonder what’s keeping me. It is rather fun keeping her waiting for a change while I go the bathroom. <giggle> How odd. All that’s missing is powdering my noses. Isn’t that just so silly? Do I have enough gloss on?"

Then he sashayed back to his seat and enjoyed the rest of the movie.

Karl seemed to enjoy the movie, which rather amazed him as he always uses to bantered about it afterward on the way home. None of them realized the boys had so many opinions about romantic stories. They found themselves arguing the heroine’s case.

"Oh, Karl, you forgot to remind me about those pretty pumps you liked so much."

"Oh, wow. I’m so sorry, Connie. I forgot. We can go back."

"No, we can get them later. Maybe you will want to get some shoes to replace those funky sneakers of yours too."

"Yes, I’m sure I will want to. I don’t know why, but I am beginning to be a bit self-conscious about being seen with you always looking so nice, and I am not."

"I see this as a good thing, Karl, a very good thing," said Connie. "We’d love for you two to take some more pride in your appearance. We’ll all get some nice heels next week then when we get our allowance."