Feminizing My Husband - Chapter 3 - Confusion (Part 1)

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After they finished the fun part that night, he couldn’t find his pajamas. "They are in the, wash! I should be able to get to it by tomorrow sometime, OK?" "She walked over to her closet and came back with her Victoria Secret pajamas, maroon with pretty white piping around the edges and held them up to him. "Use this honey. I’m sure that they will fit, And I know you don’t like to sleep in the nude or just your briefs." "Those are GIRLS pajamas, Karen." "Really? I hadn’t noticed" she added with a little wink. " And so who is going to see you, besides your ever-loving wife, from whom you have no secrets anyway? 

Her matching panties were rather plain but made of the silkiest nylon, nothing like the brushed nylon of his own. "I don’t think I should be doing this, he said." "Take them. You may like them. There really isn’t that much difference is there?" "No, I guess not, except I’ll have to sit to pee." "Well, for heaven’s sake, I should think that would be a relief, not having to stand there and worry about aiming. (Giggle)"

Joe put pajamas on. He was in forbidden territory, and it was a bit of a turn on. Joe did notice that they buttoned the opposite way and the bottoms seemed to be a little on the long side though. However, he soon fell asleep.

The next morning, Joe got up for work and, still finding the feel of Karen’s panties rather appealing, left them on after realizing that, he was still in the wash anyway. He reminded himself he’d have to squat the rest of the day, but he still kept them on. She caught him before he pulled his pants up, "honey, these are just for sleeping.

These are for wearing, as she handed him a pair of her regular mid-hip style satiny spandex. "Karen, I can’t." "How much choice is there, she countered? You were going to wear the other ones, weren’t you?" "Good point. OK," and he pulled them on, tucking himself in a little.

The next night was a repeat performance with Karen apologizing about the laundry, She gave him a fresh pair of panties, that again matched the pajamas. He mentioned to her that the pajamas seemed a little long. She countered with, "oh, well, you should really be wearing high heeled mules or regular high heels, for just lounging in those and they would hang just right. They make them a little long on purpose." He could see that she was in a playful mood and she was getting out her manicure kit. "Sit, Joe. Your feet need a little work. They’re out of place in those pretty pajamas." "Karen, what are you doing?"

"Giving you a nice pedicure. Now be still and just sit there.

"OK. What have I got to lose?" When she was done, he had very well-groomed, snag-free but rosy toes. "Cute, Karen. And you expect me to leave this on?" "Sure. Why not?". And in the morning, there was also a repeat performance except that Joe now mentioned to Karen that he was beginning to understand why she liked all this slinky stuff after spending another night in her pajamas.

"Your slinky PJs really do feel good against my skin, he stated. "Well, if you really like them, Joe, we can get you your own. You know they make the very same thing for men now too, although I think it is a little heavier material." "Joe replied, "I think I’ll have to chew on that awhile, and I’m not sure I’d want them heavier material anyway. OK?" "I like these just fine." "These WHAT Joe?" "OK, I was talking about the silk panties too," he added looking away very quickly before she could catch the expression on his face. "Oh, you like those?" "Well, uh, yeah, I guess I do." "Well, maybe you should have some of your own of those too honey if you really like them." "Yeah, maybe!" What am I saying? I want to wear silky PANTIES now? Have mercy! I’m already in ladies' pajamas and loving it.

As they prepared for bed the following night, Karen presented Joe with maroon pajamas with matching white silk mules with, 2 and a half heels . Joe said, "thanks. I believe I would like to have some of these PJs. They feel so good. Slipping the mules on his feet, just out of curiosity, of course, he stood up and noticed at once how well the PJs now hung " Well, for heaven’s sake. He actually put on the heels. Imagine that! Must be some of those changes Joyce was talking about.

He walked cautiously over and looked at himself in the full-length mirror, his pink toes peeking out of his slippers and being thankful for his tight panties, walked cautiously over to the bed, and shucking his slippers, shook his head, and crawled under the covers. It had now been seven weeks since Joe began his ‘tranquilizers’.