Feminizing My Husband - Chapter 4 - Changes

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Saturday morning, he got up, and looked at that image again and said to Karen, "you know, I’ve lost eight pounds and yet my chest and my butt seem to be a little bigger than they were. In fact", he said, "I think my chest is beginning to sag a little." Karen agreed, that he looked like he has put on a little weight, even though the scale said differently. Karen suggested that she take some measurements, 

28inch waist and 36" hips? Karen, how can that be?  There, Joe; you’ve almost finally said it: bosom is the word.

"Well, Joe, you seem to be getting more out of it, than I am." "Yeah, and I can barely get my jeans up over this butt, and now the waist is too big. Everything I own and so is all my belts and my shirts are getting tight. I even look like I may outgrow my new camisoles in a couple of months if I continue to get flabby." 

I bet I could even look pretty good in her bikini. And those high heeled sandals are becoming pretty appealing too. Jeeze Joe, where’s your head going, anyway? Do you think you might really like looking like a girl? Naw, that’s not possible, is it? You like the gown and the heels, don’t you? Yes and a little too much. Well?*

Karen interrupted his thoughts with a sale on jeans down at the mall and promised to get him a couple of pairs that fit. She took the measurements and put them in her purse. She went to Walmart the next day. Just on a whim, she went to the shoe department and picked up a pair of white, high heeled patina pumps that were a half size large for her. She looked all over the men's jeans and couldn’t find a thing that lived up to Joe’s new dimensions, but she managed to come up with two pairs of jeans on sale and brought them home for him to try on. They fit him almost like a second skin.  "Honey, those jeans really show off that cute tush of yours. I’m impressed." "Uh, thanks."

He was used to seeing a little bulge there, but with these jeans. And Karen’s nylon spandex panties, he could barely see it. He reasoned as to how he really didn’t miss the bulge that much. Karen had told him how cute his bottom looked in them and he accepted the compliment. "What size are these, anyway, he asked?" "10," she replied. "10 regular." "What do you mean 10? That’s not a men's size, is it?" "No honey, but with your new dimensions, they were the only ones that measured right." "They really look good?" "Yes, Joey." "But one says ‘Britannia’, and the other says ‘CHIC’ on the label. These are girls!"

Oh, all right. But holy cow, I’m wearing a camisole because my nipples are tender, and seem to be growing, and now I’m into women’s jeans, and panties and a sexy nightgown complete with heels and lipstick. What next, hose and heels and a dress to work?" Ignoring the comment, she replied, " Oh, and by the way Joey, I got you a couple of cute satins, high rise briefs. I’m tired of having to do double duty, washing on my own. I hope you don’t mind."

"My God, Karen; they have an inch of stretchy LACE at all the openings." "Well, you’ve been wearing my pretty stretch lace ones, she countered." "They were the nicest ones in the store, and usually $6 a pair. I thought you’d be grateful,’ and she began to tear up a little. "Oh, I’m sorry, Karen. I know you are only trying to make me feel more comfortable, and I guess there’s no denying I really like the feel. Here, let me try on a pair for you." He tried on a pair and did a little parrot for her, a move neither of them expected. 

"I like them, he said." "How do they feel?", Karen asked. "Not quite as silky as Victorias, but still, very nice, he replied." "Then you’re not mad at me?" "No." "You know Joey, you and I haven’t had crosswords in several months now." "Yes, I noticed that too, and I really love the way we have been getting along. I hate being so uptight with you all the time. Those tranquilizers seem to be working really well." Karen just giggled. Yes, they were working very well, she thought. "What’s in this other box," he asked. "Oh, just a pair of pumps they had on sale, but I think they are a little big on me. Want to try them?" "Yeah, I guess so." "Karen, these have a three-inch heel too." "Well, they do look nice with your Pj's, or the gown and they fit too, don’t they?" "As a matter of fact, they do. Perfectly. Is this a gift?" "If you want them." "Thanks. Now would you like to explain why I’m getting the hots from wearing sexy women’s clothes?" "I don’t know honey, maybe it has something to do with the cute changes in your body." He sat down at her vanity, and looked at his reflection, with the now larger bumps, and his long hair framing his softening face. He applied some lipstick and blusher and just a hint of shadow. Hmm! Not bad.

Karen noticed, came over and said, "you know, you could look even better in these. His mind shot back to his question about how he might look after all the stuff Karen did to herself. "Here," she said, and drew his hair up into a ponytail with a scrunchy, and before he had a chance to say anything, reached into the drawer and pulled an old pair of clip earrings, and clipped them on his ears, spun him around and deftly applied some rose lip gloss over the lips. He did look different. Not so much Joe anymore. Maybe Jolene,