Feminizing My Husband - Chapter 8 - Beyond Feminization

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"I have a confession to make, Joe." "What?" "Those tranquilizers you’ve been taking for the last seven months, aren’t really tranquilizers although they did relieve your anxieties!" "I know, Karen." "WHAT?" You KNOW?" "I KNOW, Karen. I looked at the bottles after you’d been giving them to me for about four months and was having all these warm, fuzzy, strange feelings and feminine desires and things going on with my body and my mind and finding myself loving what was happening with the clothes and heels and all. I knew this was your doing, at least when it first began. Now, I think it is my own. I know I don’t want to stop and don’t think I could even if I wanted to. I’m too much of a woman now."

" I didn’t know what it meant, so I looked it up at a website. I’ve known for the last three months, and decided that if this is what is takes to keep you happy, make myself happy and keep us from fighting, then so be it. I give up. I’m a girl for you. I WOULD go in to work as Joanna. I’d just go ahead and BE Joanna. And the funny thing is, it doesn’t seem to be all about the clothing anymore, although I still get off on it. And that, I just don’t understand. In fact, that part is rather scary, ‘cause I think it may be getting sexual as well. I enjoy being a girl and the clothing is the icing on the cake. Does that make any sense & meet with your approval and if not, how can I turn back now?"

"Oh, Joanna, I just don’t know what to say. You have been so sweet through all of this strangeness and I love you so much. I never imagined you would take to it like a duck to water. I don’t want you to be hurt in any way." "I’m not hurt, Karen. Different certainly but not hurt. In fact, I don’t think I have ever felt better physically or emotionally than I do right now. I guess I’m not much of a husband anymore, but maybe I really should have been a girl. I love it. I’ve begun to feel as though you’ve helped to give me a great gift, helping me to release a spirit I didn’t even know was in me. This isn’t the fulfillment of a life long dream, but I can’t put into words just how much I really enjoy the way my ‘tranquilizers’ have made me look and feel." "I always thought I lusted after women and here I find that maybe I was lusting after BECOMING one." "Really Joanna? BECOMING ONE?" " I don’t know any more, Karen."

I’m confused. I love the way I look when I am dressed as a girl but, I can’t let Joanna be fully realized, and go to work that way, can I? Cheryl, would really get a kick out of it though, I’ll bet. She’s been really sweet to me since I began to dress, well, you know, the way I dress. She keeps trying to get me to escalate my femme side but I don’t want to get fired, when I’m over half way through this job. Besides, we need the income."

"Well, what do you feel comfortable with? What you are wearing to work is 100% ladies wear right down to your tasseled loafers. If you can leave it at that for this job, where we go from here is strictly up to you. I never in my wildest dreams thought you would allow this to come this far, but you have. I like you soft and pretty better than I did hard and stressed. You are healthier now and that is more important than how you dress. Just give it some serious thought and we will talk about it again later."

Over the next couple months, Karen tried to cover everything she could about the acquired behaviors of femininity during their tutoring sessions. Joanna had a good ten years of catching up to do. She schooled Joanna in how to walk, talk and use ‘girl’ words, gesture, stand, sit, bend over from the knees, eat and move gracefully and how to chat ‘girl talk’.

She taught him everything she knew about make-up and hair and they practiced almost every day with Joanna. Joanna’s wardrobe of everything feminine had tripled. He never wore a stitch of real boy clothes to work anymore. Hadn’t for some time. By the time eight months had rolled aound, they were both getting a little excited to see if he could pass in the real world. It was high time to try, because Joanna just couldn’t hide herself at work anymore and the whole place was buzzing anyway. The sports bra was a joke now as her suit coats hung straight down from her bosom as with any female and buttoning a coat, well, that was out of the question as it only made him figure more alluring and so definitely curvy and female.

He made some really good girl friends by that time though. Being an independent contractor, he didn’t have to worry about promotions because there wouldn’t be any. So they decided to take a chance. That night, they went to the mall and had Joanna’s ears pierced.

And so Joanna went to work that day in a light grey business suit with white blouse and grey mid heeled suede pumps, his hair done up in cascading curls falling over little golden hoop earrings and studs. The whole office applauded because they knew, of course, just who Joe was.