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"Boy2Girl" or "Dan2ielle" Part 1
by SweetDarlin
Jennifer always thought her husband Dan was somewhat feminine.
First, there was his appearance. He had soft facial features and
very little body hair. He had kept his brown hair shoulder length all
the time she had known him (he used to play in a rock band and styled
his hair like many others in bands like his). He was all of 5'8" and
had a slender frame. At 23, he was a year older than her. Both his
features and his age contributed to a picture of a soft young man,
unhardened with lines or musculature.
But there was also the matter of his personality, likes and dislikes.
He prefered women as friends because he liked to communicate his
feelings and emotions. He had nothing in common with many of the men he
knew who talked of sports, spoke of women in sometimes vulgar and sexist
terms, and could only speak of things external to themselves. He made
love with great tenderness, a "slow hand," and with beauty. Yet he
didn't really ever speak of himself as being feminine, just thought he
had different tastes as a man.
Jennifer often imagined him as a woman, as a sister or girl friend
who happened to be her husband. But, of course, he was a man and her
husband and she would snap back to seeing him as he was.
On one of those occasions when she glanced at him, felt a rush of
love for him, and saw his femine qualities so strongly that he appeared
momentarily as a woman to her in her mind.. a "devilish" idea brushed
her thoughts. What if she could change him into a woman, see what he
would be like as a woman? But how would she do that? He would not
exactly jump at the idea and might be offended.
An idea came to her with great force. Why not change Dan in very
subtle ways, ways that he would not even be aware of at first, in baby
steps over a long period of time?
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
That night, before they were to make love, Jennifer made a special
request of Dan. Actually she didn't even ask for it. She just
indicated her desire. She told him how she found smooth, soft hairless
bodies to be very sexy. She told Dan about one of her old boyfriends
who had removed his body hair and how smooth and sexy he was.
Dan always loved to please her. He had never heard this desire from
her, but immediately responded, "Would you like to to shave my body?
Would you find me sexier that way?"
"Oh Dan, thank you for asking. You know how sexy you always been to
be. But yes, I would be turned on by that. But I wouldn't shave it
off. You could use my Nair, much easier and less chance of cutting your
sweet self!"
Dan agreed and Jennifer suggested she pur him a bath. He usually
preferred baths when he had the time, but she told him she would add
some bath oil that would smooth his skin (even more than it already
was). She brought the Nair to him while he lowered himself in the
scented bubbles and told him how to use it for his underarms, chest,
arms and legs. She did not suggest he remove his pubic hair as she had
other plans for that!
Dan emerged from the tub much smoother, softer and I joy to behold.
All his body hair - save his head and pubic area was gone!
While they made love that night and on many, many nights afterwards,
she made sure to tell him over and over how much more desirable he was
and to run her hands over him with delight.
When Valentine's Day approached, she decided to grant a request he
had made of her a couple of years ago. He wanted her to shave her pussy
hair into a pretty, sharply defined heart shape. She even added an idea
she knew he would warm right up to! How would he like to do the shaving
himself?!
Dan agreed with evident pleasure and made the shaving into a long,
sensuous evening. He nestled his cheek against her pussy for almost an
hour while he stroked her legs and thighs and cupped her sweet mound.
That was followed by delicious oral sex and finally he lathered her up
and put his artistic talents to use.
A couple of nights later, she told him again how much she had enjoyed
his handiwork and his admiration of how it turned out. She then
proposed she give him some of the pleasure he gave her. Why not
matching hearts? She would shave him and give him a night to remember.
Dan wasn't about to refuse. At the end of that evening, he had a
smooth hairless body except for a short trimmed, heart shape (She made
good use of this opportunity to make sure he was "bikini-trimmed" for
her long term plans for him).
They so enjoyed those episodes that they continued after Valentine's
Day. She got so good with the shaving that she tried out a flower
blossom pattern. He did not realize what she had done and was a little
irked to find this very feminine pattern but they laughed it off soon
afterwards.
END OF PART 1
Part Two Preview:
How do you subtly get your husband in panties? How do you educate
him in the ways of being a woman without offending him and making him
have to display male pride?
This and much more await Dan.
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Subject: TG Repost: Boy to Girl 2
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with what I have now.
"Boy2Girl" or "Dan2ielle" Part 2
by SweetDarlin
[In Part 1, Jennifer comes up with a brilliant plan for slowly making
him more feminine in appearance and manner and begins to implement it]
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Dan had now been soft, smooth and clean shaven for a few months. He
and
Jennifer continued to shave each other and Dan now had a pretty flower
pattern as his only pubic hair.
One morning, Dan went to his dresser for socks and underwear and found
he had no underwear for work.
"You can do more of the laundry yourself you know!" Jennifer said
seriously but with a light-hearted, kidding tone. "Well, I might have a
chance today to do a wash ... Hmm.. Dan you could always wear a pair of
my panties."
Dan started to raise his eyebrows and open his mouth to speak.
"Oh, pul-eeeze Dan, I didn't mean anything that is too obviously
feminine." She went over to her dresser and quickly pulled ou a pair of
plain white cotton panties (well, OK, they had a little lace trim at the
legs but so what?)
"OK, but I sure hope you are able to do a luandry. I really wouldnt
mind doing it but you know I have meetings with Kenjii Japan every night
this week."
Yes, she did know. She was a very careful planner! There was no way
she wanted him to do the laundry. At least, not yet!
Dan put on the panties and then put on his slacks quickly as if to
ignore the lace and soft cotton feel and look of them.
But the next morning he again found he had no male briefs. Jenneifer
said she was sorry and would be sure tonight to do a wash.
He went off to work that morning with a light pink pair of cotton
panties (At least it had no lace at the band that his co-workers might
spy if his shirt became untucked! And he had a pair of the pink Calven
Klein underwear for men).
The next morning, Jennifer had to apologize was again. She knew she
would have to add a different tack or her excuses would grow all too
thin. So when he had put on the pair of baby-blue panties with the lace
V-front (no lace that showed!), she looked at him with a new
appreciation.
"Honey, I don't know what it is but you look so SEXY!! Would you wear
those tonight when we make love?"
He agreed easily because her suggestions always seemed to lead to such
great love making. He did get her to make an absolute promise to do the
laundry.
She did. But when they made love that evening, he put on the blue
panties as promised before the heat demanded they come off once again!
As with the shaving and hair removal, she made sure he knew just how
sexy he looked in those panties.
The next morning he had male underwear and for a couple of weeks
afterwwards until the laundry ran down once again except this time she
made sure the machine needed fixing and he always insisted on fixing
those things himself. And - take three guesses and the first two don't
count! - he was ver busy the next 2 weeks.
He wore about 20 different pair of panties (luckily he and Jennifer
were
the same size) - everything from white satin panties with pearl beads
sewn in pretty floral patterns, to pink, lavendar and mint green lace
panties, to ones with little flower bows at the waist. And how she
managed to get him to wear the pink lace ruffled panties, she never
knew! But of course, there was plenty of lovemaking and re-inforcing
compliments until she finally sprung the question...
It was Dan's birthday and she saved one present till last. Dan opened
the box to find several assorted pretty panties in assorted colors.
He looked at her with surprise.
"Dan, you know how sexy I find your panties on you! aNd how I love
thinking of you having them on at work. It's our little secret. But
Dan, when you fix the washing machine this weekend, please don't go back
to wearing those, stupid boring pants that men call underwear! Please!"
"But honey, I can't have people I know finding Im wearing ribbons, bow
and ruffles for God's sake!"
"Who said they would find out? When we go to the tennis club, just
wear
men's underwear. You could keep a few for times like that."
Dan was not convinced. But after making love that evening, he realized
how much it meant to her and agreed on the condition the secret was as
safe as Fort Knox.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
His drawers were now full of beautiful dainty panties. He put them on
with hardly a though each day as he went to work.
Jennifer had so many plans for him over so much time, that she felt she
could not delay starting him on the "special" orange juice each morning.
It tasted like regular orange juice - and he never let a day pass
without a glass of it - but it had an important extra ingredient that
would shape Dan's life in ways he would not have imagined.
She had started to insist on his doing more of the household chores.
She was not about to sew on the loose buttons on his shirts, thank you!
She softened the blow of what he would have to learn by correctly
pointing out that it wasn't a woman's skill. Her father had known how
to sew since early childhood.
Dan enrolled in a sewing class at an evening adult education center.
He was miffed to find out he was the only man there except for some gay
guy. She chided him about his pride and assured him that he was a
modern man, whereas many of his friends were still stuck in another
century of sexist thoughts and actions. He bagan to enjoy sewing and
when the class began a project for sewing a dress, he thought he would
make something absolutely beautiful for Jennifer with Christmas right
around the corner.
One weekend, they went swimming with friends. Dan made sure to put on
one of his 3 pair of men's briefs. He was surprised to find that they
felt rough and crude and he didnt like wearing them. They just didn't
light a candle to the softness, colors, pretty lace patterns, bows and
ruffles he had become accustomed to. But he wore the briefs anyway and
hated it!
Jenneifer was surprised to find that Dan made some of his own changes
without her having to plot like some sneaky detective. For some reason,
he felt like he should tuck his penis - maybe so the panties fit better!
HIs trousers were still baggy enough that it wasn't obvious to other
people that his male equipment was taking a vacation! Another change
did involve a little of her premeditated connivance - she had not
continued subscriptions to Time and other magazines, but had kept up
Cosmo and added several other women's magazines which were all over
their house. Dan would often read them while in the bathroom for lack
of anything else to read. But there conversation started to become
peppered with his taking the position of women writers about sex and
work related issues and suggesting hair styles for Jennifer that he had
learned about. Jennifer told him she didnt know if she understood the
styles enough herself so Dan did her hair for her on several occasions.
"Maybe sometime I can give you a new hairstyle, Dan. I used to cut my
brother's hair. " (She of course was not thinking about the same style)
"Sure, we could save more money on top of what we've saved from my
doing
your hair for our trip to Maui."
But that would come later... The seed was planted.
Their lovemaking - besides being very pleasurable - had become a great
way for Jennifer to reinforce every baby step that Dan took. On one
night - as she stroked his soft smooth body - and played with his
nipples, he surprised her by blurting out "Ohhh, wow.. Jenny, I don't
know why, but, my God, my nipples and chest seen so much more sensitive
recently."
End of Part 2
Please give me your thoughts and comments. If you like it so far,
there
is much more to come!
Preview of Part 3
Jennifer has some thinking to do. The "orange juice" will produce some
changes in Dan's life that will make it necessary for her to advance his
conciousness to keep pace with the rest of him.
Why does Dannie start to eye the matching bras when he buys panties.
He
may wear panties every day, but what would he do with a bra?
And his penis. Is it getting smaller? Why is it that he can tuck it
so
easily with barely a touch?
Dan starts to get a liitle bit of a tummy and they both decide to join
a
local exercise club. The only class after work is a women's aerobics
class. They start to makes more salads.
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Subject: TG Repost: Boy to Girl 3
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with what I have now.
"Boy2Girl" or "Dan2ielle" Part 3
by SweetDarlin
[In Part 1, Jennifer comes up with a brilliant plan for slowly making
her husband Dan more feminine in appearance and manner and begins to
implement it]
[In Part 2, Jennifer gives Dan a pair of her panties to wear to work
when his supply of clean men's briefs runs out. Her complimenting him
on how sexy he looks in her panties and some problems with the washing
machine lead to his wearing panties almost every day. He agreed to a
sewing class so that he could share in more household responsibilities.
Since Jennifer has made sure there is nothing but women's magazines to
read, Dan has become much more involved in women's issues and is helping
Jenny style her hair on occasion. She has so many plans for Dan that
she realizes she must start him early on the "special" orange juice each
morning that will SHAPE his life]
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Both Jennifer and Dan have found how easy it is to gain a little
weight with desk jobs and busy lives. Jennifer suggested to Dan that
they join a local exercise club. Neither of them knew what exercises
were good or even how to do them properly so they decided that taking a
class together would be the best idea. They looked at the schedule of
classes at the spa and found only one class they would be able to attend
after work: Jazzercise. Women's Jazzercise.
"Jenny, isn't there a class with some men in it too, some balance?"
Dan protested after Jenny read the schedule and the description of the
class out loud.
"No, I'm afraid not," Jenny said in a voice that feigned mutual
disgust. "Oh, I don't know... It wouldn't be that bad. Hey! There
will be a lot of pretty ladies to look at and you might be the only one
with the chance! Unless, there are some other smart, unsexist men who
are confident in their masculinity."
This last comment gave Dan some light internal jitters. He didn't
feel very masculine lately. He never really did, to be honest. But
wearing panties had given him a different perspective of late. And he
did so enjoy reading Cosmopolitan.
"But Jen, thats what you said about the sewing class. There have
been no males within 500 yards of that class save myself."
"So! Quit the class if you want. If you feel you can share in the
sewing at home, that's all I ask." Jennifer was too smart to say
something like that if she thought there was any chance he would agree.
But she knew how much he relished the class and how his creative talents
were finding an avenue in the latest sewing project: making a dress as a
present for Jenny. He was one of the best students and the teacher
often used his work as an example. To this she added, "If you have any
other suggestions for our fitness, please feel free. And it would be
nice to take a class together. We haven't done that since we took that
water color class two years ago. That was fun to share with you!"
Dan shrugged. There might be other men in the class, he thought to
himself. And if there weren't, so what? He would get to enjoy all the
ladies himself! Only, he found that other than greatly enjoying sex
with Jenny, he was'nt oggling women nearly as much. He seemed to
identify with them more than ever [And perhaps other factors were at
work? I can hear dana Carvey as "Church Lady" saying "Could it be..
ORANGE JUICE?!!"]
That night, Jennifer began noticing the first signs of the "special"
orange juice taking effect. Dan had been drinking his usual orange
juice with the special ingredient for months now. She could see a
little puffiness in the area of his chest and his nipples were a little
larger and erect more often. And he had mentioned their increased
sensitivity.
There was another change too. His ass, always an object of her
admiration, was taking on some new curves.
Dan had not mentioned seeing any changes himself - other than the
tingling sensations in his breasts [I mean chest!] but that may have
been because he didn't know what to make of them and was too embarassed
to bring it up. Be that as it may, Jennifer knew she had to move
quickly into the next step of her plans for Dan.
The next step was prompted and greatly fascillitated by one of the
changes that orange juice brought on. [OK, I might as well tell you -
as if you didn't know dear girls - that the "special" ingredient was a
combination of female hormones which Jenny administered with great care
and after consulting a doctor she knew]
One evening, shortly after Dan returned from work and at the end of
what had been two days of intense negotiations on a new product, he
broke into tears in front of Jenny and sobbed on her shoulder. And this
wasn't the first time. He had been more prone to these emotions for
over a month now. And he had often linked these feelings to his work.
Jenny reflected that they were probably at least spurred on by his work,
but knew the hormones were most likely responsible for his way of
expressing his tension and uncertainties. She was glad that he thought
his work was the culprit. That played right into her plans.
"Honey, you know I support you in your work. I would agree to almost
anything you want for yourself if I thought it had the least chance of
making you happier. If you want to look for another job in your field -
one that has less demands and tight deadlines - I would definitely
understand."
"Thanks Jenny. I really appreciate that. But you know, I think its
in the nature of my work. I don't really think the grass is greener
anywhere that I would have to negotiate multi-million dollar product
deals and handle contracts of thousands of workers and all the rest."
"Maybe you're right. Have you given any thought to any of the other
kinds of work you have mentioned you might enjoy?"
Jenny was speaking of one job in particular that Dan said he might
enjoy. She was surprised when Dan had first mentioned it. It was
another of those occasions when Dan had seemed to be drawn toward
something either obviously feminine or feminine only in terms of
society's sexist expectations, judgements or assumptions. The job he
was thinking about was that of a homemaker! That idea surprised her
for other reasons as well. Dan was well paid, had a great deal of
responsibility, and was very respected for his work.
At the time, Dan had emphasized the tension and mountain of
responsibility on his shoulders. He wanted very much to take a
sabbatical. And he wasn't about to stay at home or take trips etc.
without helping around the house. He had felt very bad that his
schedule had given him precious time or little inclination after long,
tiring hours to do his share around the house. He had never been one of
those sexist men who expected the woman in his life to take care of
those chores so wrongly dubbed feminine ones. He certainly didn't feel
like a woman because he had learned how to sew (Or did he? That
sometimes briefly confused him). As far as money was concerned, they
were quite well off, as they both had very high paying jobs and had
invested wisely with the advise of Jenny's father who was a famous
securities analyst. A little time off wouldn't hurt him. He hadn't
used much of his vacation time and that - combined with the generous
sabbatical benefit his company had for people who worked there over
three years - made it possible for him to take almost six months off of
work. His company would ceratinly not be pleased to have such a
valuable employee gone for that long, but they couldn't refuse his
request and they would rather know he had used up all this time before
the huge contracts signed for the next year were underway.
Dan smiled. The mention of his very own idea seemed to immediately
relieve him. Jenny could see his shoulders loose their tightness as
surely and quickly as one would receiving a nice, relaxing Swedish-
Esalen message.
"You mean, my idea of taking some time off work?" he said knowing
perfectly well what she meant but wanting the re-confirmation to settle
his own doubts about it.
"Yes, honey. I can't think of anyone more deserving of the time
off."
Dan's eyes lit up. "Yes! Yes, I think I just might. And I would
certainly like to help you out around the house more. Just being at
home for a while would be delight enough for me. I don't have any ohter
plans at the moment."
"Thanks Dannie. I sure would appreciate it. My job's getting to be
a bit helter-skelter lately and we have a lot of household projects that
have fallen between the cracks." She had been slipping in "Dannie" more
and more lately without any more reaction than "Sweetie." Dannie didn't
seem to mind. After all, one would think that he would have caused more
ruckus over his starting to wear panties than over being called an
affectionate name.
Bricks were being added every day to the "wall" of Dan's "new life."
But it is really incorrect to call it a wall because - ultimately - Dan
had made every decision along the way. Sure, Jenny had helped him, but
just try to get Dannie into men's underwear now! Even when they went to
his sister's wedding recently, Jenny had been unable to convince him to
wear briefs. And she gave up rather easily! But interestingly, Dannie
had not once referred to any of these changes as being feminine AFTER he
had incorporated them in his life. He just seemed to think of them as
part of who he was. What woman could ask for more in the "task" of
feminizing her man?!
"I'll do it!" he said with evident pleasure. "Ah, I'll even be able
to finish my sewing projects. My sewing has languished lately."
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
[If you haven't noticed already, much time has elapsed since Dan first
Nair-ed the hair off his body and let Jenny shave his pubic hair into a
sharply defined and often "maintained" flower shape. The time has been
part of Jennifer's plans all along. Every phase has become a part of
Dannie's life. He does not question them - except sometimes when the
idea is first proposed or he thinks of them herself (typo! Yeah, right!)
How much time has elapsed? I'll leave that to your imagination.
By the way.. you remember how Dannie went swimming with friends? And
how he wore his male briefs? "Well and fine," you might say, "but what
would his men friends say if they saw him in the locker room taking off
those briefs only to reveal his delicate pubes and clean shaven body?"
That's an interesting question and I don't pretend to know the whole
answer. But it may be because he has become extremely shy about
changing around other men. And he has not even asked himself why, he
just is more shy. Period. And he changed rather furtively on that
particular occasion. Of course, there will come a time when he will
change in front of people in locker rooms again, but I'm getting ahead
of the story...]
Dannie did take the time off from work. He caught up his reading,
sewing, laundry, gardening, wood working projects, and cooking. And
found he enjoyed every one of these tasks for themselves, not to mention
that he also loved the look on Jenny's face every time she came home to
find new flowers planted in their backyard or a well-planned and
delicious meal awaiting her on a table that was decked with candles,
cut-flowers and other little touches.
You may wonder why he didn't switch to a new execise class now that
he was around in the late afternoon when the men's class was held.
There are several reasons for that. First, he and Jenny were having a
blast taking the class together. Then there was the matter of the other
women in the class. While for some reason, he didn't find himself
thinking about what they looked like under their leotards, he did find a
peculiar fascination in what styles and colors of leotards they wore. I
say "peculiar" because Dannie didn't know why he liked to look at their
clothing and why he had so much more patience with Jenny's shopping
trips. He just did. He had also become quite accustomed to the
particular exercise and didn't want to have to learn a whole new routine
in the men's class. At first, the exercises were difficult for him, as
some of the movements were distinctly feminine. He had looked at Jenny
with a red face and a grimmace during the first couple of classes, but
Jenny ignored his embarrassment as if it was just foolish.
One afternoon in the summer, Jenny came home from work to an
immaculate house and found that Dannie had laundered their panties, his
pants and shirts, her blouses and skirts. She felt so happy just then -
not just reflecting over the whole course of the changes in Dannie's
life but thinking of how he had exceeded her wildest dreams. Take the
laundry for example. A lot of women worry what their husbands or
boyfriends will do with certain delicate silk clothing and tell them to
leave certain items to wash themselves. But Dannie - you could trust
him to wash and iron anything. She had given him some pointers, but
only after he asked. He also picked up some helpful hints in women's
magazines.
Here she was, thinking fondly of Dannie, but where was he? She
smiled and then walked through the sliding glass doors into their
backyard. There he was as she suspected he would be. These last couple
of weeks, he had taken to reading in the backyard in the sun after he
finished his chores (well, more like hobbies and pasttimes than chores -
since he enjoyed them so much). Today was no exemption. His back was
to her in a raised chaise lounge as she approached. He seemed deep into
a good book.
When he had started to read in the back yard, she told him she was
concerned about the sun drying out his skin. She gave him some lightly
scented cream which he now applied regularly. And she cooed when they
made love telling him how delicious his skin was being not only
hairless, but moistured and ever so soft! "Dannie, you are so
unbelievably sexy. I can't get enough of you!"
It had slipped my mind until now in the story to tell you that Dannie
was no longer using Nair. He got tired of it and the itch of hair
coming back in..especially, when the pubic hair that Jenny shaved with
such art came back in as stubble. Jenny had suggested electrolosis and
Dan agreed since he had long ago become quite accustomed to his lack of
body hair and quite annoyed with its coming back in. He did however
continue to enjoy the erotic shaving and accompanying love- making when
he and Jenny fashioned each other's pubic hair. Jenny made sure to
contact a friend who did not know her husband and to just describe their
mutual desire for hairlessness. She told her that he would like
electrolosis and not to make any embarassing comments. She agreed.
Dannie was now "clean-shaven" for life. Why did I remember to tell you
this now? Because he was now also trimmed for summer swim wear.
But that did not prepare Jenny for what she found. For when she came
up behind Dannie's chair, she saw that he was wearing a bikini bottom -
a very pretty one at that. Good thing they had a high fence! She had
learned not to express surprise about such things because she didn't
want him to ever feel there was anything unusual about the way he
dressed, looked or acted - especially when they were his own choices.
On this occasion, it was quite difficult for her not to show surprise
because he looked so pretty!
His skin was smooth, soft, flawless, and hairless. He had put his
hair back with a rubber-band so that he wouldn't feel so hot in the sun.
And he was wearing a bright, almost neon green bikini bottom.
Unmistakeably not Speedos! This bikini had a wide ruffled edge around
the waist!
What was even more surprising was that Dannie didn't launch into an
explanation of why he was suddenly wearing a women's bikini. But what
became apparent from what she had seen about him in the last few months
and was able to gather from little snippets of conversation over the
next few days (she never confronted him openly), was that he WANTED to
wear bikini bottoms. Of course, he had to buy the tops with them in
matching sets but told Jenny she could probably use some more styles
with summer underway (to which Jenny heartily agreed while envisioning
the bra-tops on him!).
The reason he bought a bikini is rather simple really. He wore
panties ALL the time now and had thrown away his remaining pair of
stupid-looking briefs. They often lounged around the house in full or
partial nudity and it was not unusual for him to plunk down in a chair
in the living room on a Sunday morning to read the paper wearing a T-
shirt and lace ruffled panties. Here it was summertime and he was faced
with buying some men's swim suits. He went to a department store and
found that he could not stomach the look of the men's swim suits he saw.
They reminded him of the briefs and hopelessly ridiculous boxer shorts
he had long ago given up. Besides, he thought bikinis much like panties
- something Jenny would appreciate and something that felt good to wear
and look at. So it may surprise you that his only twinge in deciding to
buy them is that they came with bras which he didn't need but had to pay
for (If only his "chest" could speak, it would tell him of future joys
and the need for "support").
Jenny was all to happy to add to his bikini collection on her own
shopping trips, making sure each time he wore them to compliment him on
his taste and to thank him for adding a bikini top to her collection.
He now had classic "polka-dot" bikinis, thongs, and many other styles in
many colors. One day Jenny brought home a one-piece suit, but he
wouldn't wear it because he couldn't see the sense in it. He was right
of course. Everything in its time.
Jenny was making other changes in his life - small significant steps
so as not to draw attention to them.
When they were watching one of his favorite rock groups on TV, Jenny
noticed that the lead guitarist was sporting - not one earring - but two
and they were danggling pretty ones at that. Truth be, besides his long
hair and earrings, the guy looked like a scuzz-ball from hell, but that
didn't stop Jenny from remarking "Cool" when they did a close-up off his
face on TV as if to show off his wild style.
Dannie looked slightly perplexed. "You like his earrings?"
"Yeah, they look neat on guys! I do, I really do." Seed planted.
Some of the best steps into this new world were accomplished - once
again - without her help. Dannie had been working on the dress for
Jennifer is his sewing class. He had missed being able to give it to
her last Christmas when work had piled up and he had to put the classes
aside temporarily. But now he had the time and was determined she would
have this present for her upcoming birthday. Trouble was, he had no one
to try it on in the class. The other ladies wore sizes either too small
or too large for Jenny. And it was to be a total surprise for her.
One of his new friends in the class, Sarah, had come to know Jenny as
well. When Dannie next complained about "working in the dark" on this
dress, Sarah suggested he try it on himself. She explained that she
had seen his wife on several occasions and knew they were the same size.
After some coaxing and assurances, he relented and tried it on in the
men's room at the school. He might be trying on the dress for his wife,
but what would the women think if they saw him in panties!
When he emerged, it was obvious to Sarah that the dress fit except in
one very important regard. That of course, was taken care of with some
rolled-up stockings. Perfect fit! Sarah was a little startled with the
picture he presented - his long hair, clean shaven - or was it
hairless?! - face, and a dress that fit him so well. But she didn't
think anything more of it and Dannie often tried it on again during the
classes he worked on it.
One of the other ladies teased him on one occasion "You'd think with
all the times he's tried it on, the dress was for him! I haven't met
his alleged wife!"
"That's cruel!" Sarah responded testily. "I'VE met his wife and she
is a darling. I might add, she's lucky to have a husband who isn't
threatened by sexual stereotypes. I wish my husband would take a class
like this with me intead of guzzling beer in front of sports shows every
evening after work!"
"You're right about that. I totally agree," said one of the other
women.
When Jennifer returned from work one day, Dannie was cooking
something in the kitchen that smelled heavenly. But the first thing she
noticed was the spilled tomato sauce on his shirt. She immediately went
over to one of the kitchen drawers and pulled out a frilly apron.
"Here" she said, handing him the apron while pointing at the stain.
Then she gave him a kiss and left the room to go change. No reason to
hear what he might think about the apron. He had stopped questioning
such things and put it on without a moment's thought. It's interesting
that if she had just come into the room and asked him to put on a dress
and stockings, his remaining vestiges of male pride would have probably
gone into overdrive. But each change he made in his life made sense and
was given time to feel comfortable.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
While most of Jenny's glances at her husband gave her a feeling of
deep satisfaction and accomplishment (and if accomplishment be mentioned
she had to praise her husband in the same thought for being the kind of
man he was), but recently some of those glances were out of concern.
Jennifer knew that the growth of Dannie's breasts were fast
approaching the size that would prompt him - however reluctantly - to
consult her about them and to suggest - what? Medical treatment? God
forbid! (So much wasted orange juice and feminine potential).
His crying jags had largely been confined to watching emotional
movies and spoiling what had otherwise been a great meal he was
preparing. The only time it was embarassing was when he started to cry
rather unexpectedly in the middle of a jazzercise class when he fell
from a pirouette-like step. The women comforted him but he, Jenny, and
the other women were a little surprised at the depth and suddeness of
his emotion. However, his emotions started to smooth out as his body
began to accept female hormones as the natural state of things.
And his butt was beginning to be very full and attractive!
Yes, Jenny had her work cut out for her and was inspired by that time
of year that has helped so many men to don dresses and give full reign
to the woman inside of them - Halloween!
* * * * * * * * * * *
End of Part 3
Of course, your suggestions are appreciated. I already am planning to
useone of them that a pretty lady suggested to me about Dannie's hair.
Visions of things to come in future parts of this series:
Halloween party - of course!!
Pierced ears from the lady who did his electrolosis.
Will Dannie be an "Indian-giver" and want his bikini tops back from
his wife? What will bring him to accept that radical addition to his
life?
Will he come to think like a woman? That is, in more ways than he
already does?
Will he think of himself as a woman?
Those and many more questions will be answered with touches of
tafetta, ball gowns, thoughts about men, name change?, etc.
To all of you in lace, blouses and dresses, and those who love such
pretty women, my undying affection,
SweetDarln
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I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may
contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is
offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy ....
enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up
with what I have now.
"Boy2Girl" or "Dan2ielle" Part 4
by SweetDarlin
[In Part 1, Jennifer comes up with a brilliant plan for slowly making
her husband Dan more feminine in appearance and manner and begins to
implement it]
[In Part 2, Jennifer gives Dan a pair of her panties to wear to work
when his supply of clean men's briefs runs out. Her complimenting him
on how sexy he looks in her panties and some problems with the washing
machine lead to his wearing panties almost every day. He agreed to a
sewing class so that he could share in more household responsibilities.
Since Jennifer has made sure there is nothing but women's magazines to
read, Dan has become much more involved in women's issues and is helping
Jenny style her hair on occasion. She has so many plans for Dan that
she realizes she must start him early on the "special" orange juice each
morning that will SHAPE his life]
[In Part 3, Jenny convinces Dan to join her in taking a jazzercise
class - a women's jazzercise class. The "special" orange juice
continues its "work," and forces Jenny to consider how to help him make
the full transition before Dannie's body changes are impossible not to
notice. Dannie takes a sabbatical from work and spends most of his time
as a homemaker. He decides he wants to wear bikini swim suits - all on
his own (Jenny doesnt even suggest it!). He has electrolosis to keep
his body smooth and hairless and uses women's creams to keep his skin
soft. In his sewing class, he finds that since he wants to surprise
Jenny with the dress he's making for her, he needs to try it on himself.
He is a full-fledged homemaker now and does all the laundry, cleaning,
cooking, and sewing. He wears a frilly apron in the kitchen, is
considering piercing both his ears, reads women's magazines and shops
for pretty panties and bikinis. And yet, he doesn't even consider all
this makes him a sissy or a woman! All these things seem like logical
choices to him - just part of who he is. Jenny's predicament about the
speed of Dannie's changes, is handled by an upcoming party - Halloween.]
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
While Jenny and Dannie changed for a party, Jenny's thoughts were on
the Halloween party they had been invited to later in the month.
Jenny's mind was definitely somewhere else as she put on the dress that
Dan had sewn for her birthday. She was so proud of him!
Dannie was slipping on a pair of pink lace Wacoal briefs. He liked
the tight fit. He had lost his "tummy" thanks to the jazzercise class,
but he still liked the trim look that foundation garments gave his
overall frame. And he liked the feeling of the tight fit. As always,
he tucked his little penis between the cheeks of his ass and drew the
tight lace up as far as it would go.
He had expanded his collection past the dozens of pairs of colorful
lace panties and bikini bottoms he had. He now shopped for girdles, tap
pants, and tight-fitting briefs. To him, it all seemed part of his
decision to wear panties and his ultimate satisfaction with them. He
did feel they were sometimes incomplete however because the girdles had
tabs for stockings. He wondered if his new girdles needed stockings to
be complete.
When he shopped for those things, he didn't bother to mutter
something to the sales clerk about getting something for a wife or girl
friend. Why should he? His choices felt perfectly natural to him. He
didn't think himself any less a man. Oh, sure, he didn't volunteeer
that these clothes were for him as this was all still a secret safe with
Jennifer. He came to know exactly what he wanted in panties and girdles
so he didn't have to ask silly questions that might prompt the sales
lady to smile and say "Are these for you?"
On that particular night, Dannie had asked Jenny if he might try on a
pair of her stockings with his new pink briefs.
"Sure, I think they would go well together, honey" she responded
cheerfully, again watching that her manner and voice did not betray the
slightest hint that this was an unusual request. He would be putting on
his men's slacks and a shirt and off they would go to the party. So
what if he was a vision of femininity under it all? She was about to
show him how to put them on when he demonstrated that he had an
instinctive feel for them.
As he was drawing the stockings up his legs, she asked - innocently
enough - "What are you planning to wear to Linda and Greg's Halloween
party?"
"Oh..geez. I don't know off hand, haven't given it a thought. I
guess I may pull that Arab costume out of mothballs again. I haven't
worn it for a few years."
"That disgusting thing! Sorry honey, but that's gotten a bit old.
You don't see me dragging out the same old stuff year after year. It's
a chance for a creative person like yourself to go hog-wild. Especially
since you have the time to find just the right costume."
"You have a point there. I always appreciate having the time to be
creative. Hmmm.."
Looking very pointedly at his stockings she suddenly said "I know!!
Your putting on stockings just gave me an idea. You could go dressed as
a woman. With the few costumes you've re-cycled through the years,
you've probably never had a chance to wear that costume." The word
"costume" was said like this is just one costume idea among many. No
big deal.
As you might imagine, wearing all the panties and bikinis had made
him sometimes wonder what other women's clothes would feel like. He
would quickly dismiss the thought as he only wore what Jenny had
expressed made him a sexier MAN and what made "sense" to him. And so
far he had seen no reason for a bra or anything like that.
Jenny was prepared - with great subtlety - to meet any objections he
might raise to this idea. That's why he took her aback when he blurted
out..
"OK!" The idea just happened to coincide with his curiosity about
the feeling of other items of women's clothing. He thought that panties
and bikinis felt so good to wear - what would a dress or a blouse or a
skirt feel like? They must feel great. At least this would be a fun
one-time thing and he would satisfy his curiosity.
"Great! This will be fun! I told you I would return the favor of
your doing my hair on occasion. Only, I will need your advice since
you've become so good at doing mine. We can go shopping for you
tomorrow!" She realized she had jumped into this a little excitedly.
"Hey! Wait a minute! Aren't you going overboard here? It would be
too expensive to buy me an outfit that I would only wear once."
"You know we are the same size. The dress you made for me and tried
on in class fit you as well as it fits me! If we go shopping together,
we can get something we BOTH like since I'll be wearing it after the
party. Just thought it would be part of the fun."
"Well, okay, okay. But hell! I haven't been learning to sew for
nothing. I could make this dress for you - I mean for us - myself."
"Right you are about that. What am I thinking?"
Dannie chuckled "I can even try it on in class."
Jenny laughed too and they reached for each other and fell onto the
bed, careful not to mess each other's clothes up too much. They kisssed
and fondled each other until they got up to finish dressing and go to
the party.
Jenny was lost in thoughts of Halloween and all the fun preparations
for it as they drove to the party. For his part, so was Dannie.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Jennifer and Dannie had always prepared for parties with great zeal.
They had a lot of fun and didn't skimp on the cost of preparations.
They gave it all they had - whether it was preparing for a murder-
mystery dinner or working with friends to make a parade float.
Halloween that year was no different. Sometimes, in the weeks before
Halloween, when Jenny was getting ready for work and Dannie was lying on
their bed talking with her, Jenny would grab something out of her closet
and say "Try this on!" She said that the more accustomed to women's
clothing he was, the more convincing he would be at the party. They had
decided that "passing" would make their preparations all the more fun -
not just to make him look like an obvious male in a dress. The
potential for jokes on their friends was alone worth the "price of
admission."
Dan tried on blouses, skirts, dresses, jewelry, women's jeans,
scarves, coats, and even - as part of this grand experiment - even wore
a baby doll frilly nightgown to bed when Jenny begged him to try it on.
They were laughing so much and having so much fun that no request seemed
strange or outlandish.
"Oh, Dannie dear," she called from the bathroom one morning. "OK,
now.. I can well understand if you think this idea is for moon-men or
moon-women. But remember when we saw that rock star with the double
pierced earrings. You mentioned that it might be a good idea... I mean
for small, conservative earrings that a guy could wear without drawing
attention. If you got your ears pierced before the party, then you
could wear some great earrings to match your outfit." Saying that, she
giggled. All part of the big game, the one night of craziness they were
preparing for.
"Jeeezus," Dan exclaimed, "You really do want to go all out for this
party!"
"Of course. What will our friends say if we don't? We have a
reputation to uphold!"
In the days that followed, Dannie slaved over the dress he would
wear. He worked mostly at home, but he also went to a couple of sewing
classes. He confided in Sarah about the party. She smiled and said
"What a trip! That's great!" Then she looked at him a little
strangely, started to mumble something about a boyfriend she once had
and stopped herself in mid-sentence. But he found her very supportive
and her suggestions for the dress were now all based on how HE wanted to
look and on HIS curves and dimensions.
"Will you have breast forms or just go cheapie with socks or
stockings?" she asked on one of the occasions he was trying on his dress
and they were measuring for the breast. Sarah was a little surprised to
see he had what seemed like little breasts himself, but said nothing.
"You know better than to ask that! Spare no expense! Jenny bought
some breast forms. You'd think she was getting them for a masectomy
patient, they're so life-like!"
Sarah giggled. "For God's sake, bring them then. No sense trying
to fit you with these stockings!"
When Dan next came to class he brought a bra and the breast forms.
They were in a paper bag as he didn't really relish anyone but Sarah
being aware of the attention he gave to sewing details!
He put on the bra in the bathroom. He had become experienced at
trying on bras from the last two weeks of Jenny's tutelage. He then put
in the breast forms and positioned them as best he knew how. Then he
pulled the dress carefully down over his head. It still had pins in it
and he didn't want to have to do the measurements again. With that, he
went throught the door of the bathroom to show Sarah his handiwork. She
always met him in the rear foyer by the bathrooms so he didn't have to
model in front of the others.
But when he came out of the bathroom, she had a quizzical expression
on her face. "Why did you use the women's bathroom?"
Dannie blushed deep crimson. He hadn't even realized what he did.
All this playing with dressing like a woman and sewing dresses was
making him think like a woman too! Get ahold of yourself man! He tried
to laugh it off with the excuse of trying to be mentally prepared for
the party, but he was disturbed by what he had done without the least
thought. Just a careless mistake? Yes, but the disturbing part of it
was that - in some remotely conscious part of himself - he felt that was
the bathroom he should be using.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Although Jenny and Dan had decided to fashion his hair themselves,
Jenny suggested they go to a beauty salon, get some tips, and see what a
professional could do with his long, soft brown hair. They also needed
to consult with Jenny's friend who owned the parlor. On the afternoon
before the party, Marlene would do his nails, toenails, and makeup.
Dannie had been learning a little about makeup from Jenny, magazines,
and experiments but he didn't feel confident enough in his skills yet.
Jennifer had told Marlene a little about the party when she made the
appointment, but when they first arrived they explained their
preparations in more detail.
"Wow! No one can say you skimp on effort. But Jen, you haven't told
me what YOU are wearing to this gala event."
"Oh sorry.. it's just that his costume is so much more fun. Dan
sewed me a Fairy Godmother costume and a magic wand."
That met with Marlene's approval. Jenny was thinking "If only they
knew why I chose that costume!" Her costume was to serve her purposes
with Dannie.
With the preliminaries over, Marlene asked Dan if he would take off
his shirt and pants so she could have him put one of the pink frocks for
customers. Dan thought it a bit unusual that he would have to take off
his clothes for hair styling, but then Jenny explained that she was
treating him to a whole make-over that included skin treatment for his
whole body.
Dannie was no longer embarrassed at the thought of another
professional woman seeing him naked. After all, he did have
electrolosis in some private parts of his anatomy. But he forgot that,
in taking off his pants - as he did with a quick flourish after taking
off his shirt - he was revealing his panties and stockings (which he
wore almost every day now). Ooops! Too late.
There he was, standing in front of Marlene, in a pair of baby blue
rumba panties with row-upon-row of tiered lace and a pair of rose-
patterned thigh-highs.
"My, my" Marlene gasped. She was not sure at first what to say.
She recovered quickly saying something about their unbelievable party
preparations, but it was evident that she was surprised at what he was
wearing days before the party.
Dannie was clearly embarrassed and Marlene did not want to add to it,
but she did need to ask him to disrobe completely and she had to refer
to his clothing by name. "Dan, would you please take off your panties
and stockings as well."
Marlene handed him the pink frock just as he was pulling down his
panties so that he could cover up again quickly and minimize his
discomfort. But before he had pulled the gown around himself, Marlene
noticed other things about him that made her wonder if the party was the
extent of his dalliance with feminine appearance. He was clearly
hairless and smooth all over. And there was his tan! He was tan all
over except for a triangle that had not seen the sun, a triangle that
was undoubtably in a woman's bikini shape! And when his panties had
come down, his cock was nowhere to be seen, until - after his body
shifted slightly - it unfurled slowly from its place of hiding, looking
small, cute and demure. And - of course - there was more! His pubic
hair! What was that shape? It sure looked like a delicate, closely
trimmed flower to Marlene.
When Marlene had fully regained her inner composure, she realized
that this appointment could be a lot more fun than she originally
expected. Making up a man to be look somewhat feminine paled in
comparison with the chance to transform them into someone truly feminine
and beautiful! She knew she had the skill to do it. After all, some of
her women clients needed all the skills she possessed to make them
attractive.
Throughout the appointment, Jennifer referred to Dan as Dannie and so
Marlene also began to address him by that name.
After a facial and application of special creams over the rest of his
body, any doubt in Marlene's mind about Dannie's sexual status were
gone. As she applied the cream, it was obvious that Dannie was more
than clean-shaven. Hair follicles were nowhere to be seen. And - when
she worked on his face - she saw he had pierced ears. She could also
swear that his breasts seemed swelled a bit and his nipples seemed
larger than on any man she had ever seen (Well maybe he had just had
more than his share of marijuana over too many years).
Before they came into her shop, Marlene probably would have asked
Jennifer this question, but it seemed natural to direct such questions
to Dan. "Dannie, what color of polish would you like for your nails
and toenails?"
"Let's see.. how about teal? My dress is teal."
"Then teal it is, hon."
Dannie felt a little chill and slipped back on his panties while his
nails dried. Marlene couldn't help noticing how he seemed to
effortlessly and thoughtlessly tuck his little wee-wee away like he did
it every day.
"So.. Dannie, have you ever been made up like this before?"
Marlene's curiosity was not going to sit politely on the sidelines.
"No! I mean.. not all this!" Of course, Dan realized that Marlene
had no doubt noticed he was wearing panties. He didn't think about all
the other things Marlene had noticed, but then he didn't think those
changes had anything to do with being feminine. So he just defended his
panties. "Oh, I know you probably wondered about the panties. Well,
I'll let you in on Jenny's and my secret. She really finds them very
sexy on me and pleaded with me to wear them."
Marlene glanced at Jennifer and saw that she was grinning and nodding
to affirm Dannie's statement. "Well, that's cool. I am definitely a
believer in couples doing whatever feels good and doesn't harm anyone
else." She went on babbling about legalizing drugs and a host of other
freedoms, partly because she felt there was something more to this story
but didn't feel like pressing it.
It is interesting that Marlene had had the chance to see many signs
of Dannie's advancing femininity. But to the rest of the world, Dan
presented only a face that was devoid of beard. And remember, he never
had much body hair to begin with. His one attempt to grow a mustache
years ago was aborted when - after weeks of not shaving - he just looked
as if he had forgotten to shave on a weekend camping trip. And his
pierced ears had only made their appearance a few days ago.
Marlene, Jennifer and Dannie looked through several magazines of hair
styles. Marlene made several suggestions and Jennifer and Dannie either
shook their heads or expressed their approval.
Finally, Dannie said "Yes! I like this one." He pointed to a
picture of a redhead with her hair curled at the hairline, straight
bangs, and curled under at the ends.
The original idea had been to get tips from Marlene and set Dannie's
hair a few hours before the party. But Jenny suggested, "Want to have
Marlene do your hair while you're here, Dannie?"
"I don't know as that would be the greatest idea. The party is three
days from now. I can't really drive about town looking like this!"
"I was just thinking that Marlene does such wonderful styling.
Besides, you've finished your dress and done our household shopping for
the week and bought everything you need for your 'costume.' " Jenny
couldn't help wondering how Dan could be concerned about being seen with
this hairstyle but not giving any thought to his painted and lengthened
nails!
"OK, but only if you promise that I won't need to go out until the
party. If any last minute needs, come up, you'll have to do the
shopping!"
"No problem. Marlene, give my man the works!"
Marlene was reflecting about how more women could use a man in their
life who normally did all or most of their shopping. She certainly
could, with all her responsibilities in running her salon.
When Jenny and Dan came in for their appointment, Marlene had flipped
the sign on the door to "Closed" and drawn the blinds on the shop
windows facing the mall. But she had neglected to lock the door.
The shop door suddenly swung open and in came Ms. Greer, looking
apologetic. "I see that you have up the closed sign, Marlene, but I saw
your lights on and just hoped, HOPED you would be able to fit me in to
do my hair. It's Harry's and my anniversary."
Marlene, Jennifer and Dannie looked up at Ms. Greer in astonishment,
but for Jenny the feeling was combined with an inner joy that - despite
Wendy Greer looking directly at them - there was not even a hint of
something out of the ordinary on her face. Because, where Dannie had
first been sitting there with straggly, twisted hair that would have
been fit for Woodstock upon emerging from a skinny-dip in a lake, there
now sat the countenance of a beautiful woman.
Dannie was now fully made up with base cosmetics, blush, lipstick,
and eyeliner. He had originally planned to remove the makeup before
they left the shop and reapply it - with the benefit of Marlene's expert
instruction - just before the party. But now there was no reason not to
emerge from the shop just as he was. Jeans and a man's shirt - so what?
Marlene said "Well, I think we are done, aren't we Danielle?"
Marlene had thought to cover up Dannie's identity and came up with this
extension of his name into the feminine. Jenny was flabbergasted that
Marlene had stumbled upon the name she planned for Dan from the very
first!
Dan took his cue and said softly in what higher-pitch he could add at
the moment to what was already a high-pitched voice for a man "Yes,
thank you ever so much, Marlene!"
"Wendy, can you come back in about five minutes?" asked Marlene
cognizant of Dannie's need to get dressed and leave with Jenny.
* * * * * * * * * * *
On the afternoon of the party, Dannie's clothes were laid out
meticulously on their bed and hung up on the bedroom door. He was
studying them like a general surveying a battlefront map. It was a
funny sight.
With the excuse of Marlene's having had to use the name "Danielle" in
her salon, Jenny had been teasing him the last couple of days by using
that name. He would look positively irked and then laugh good-
naturedly. "Just don't use that name after the party!"
Earlier on that Saturday afternoon, Jenny had drawn Dannie a bubble
bath. Then she had made a game of drying him off and powdering him
which had made him erect. But his erections seemed smaller lately for
some reason. Maybe, it was from all that tucking, Dannie thought.
Last week, when Jenny first saw Danielle's completed dress, she had
bought him a lace bra, panty, and garter set that was amazingly almost
the exact shade of teal. He had been eyeing them all week, hardly able
to refrain from trying them on. He had promised Jenny he would not wear
them yet so he would have the complete debutante experience as she
called it.
But now, Dannie put on the treasured garments. First, he drew the
panties up his soft, smooth legs. Once again the pleasure of lace
snapping gently into place, holding his penis softly and firmly. Then
he fastened his bra in front and turned it around, put his arms through
the straps, and positioned the breast forms. The forms had realistic
and erect nipples which looked quite pert under the lace of his bra. He
then put on his garter belt followed by his brown stockings that he
snapped to the tabs on the belt. He was beginning to have the same
feelings for all this new clothing that he had long had for panties and
bikinis. But wait! I can't wear these things everyday, he thought.
Best not to think about them too much.
"Danielle, you look gorgeous!" beamed Jenny from across the room.
"Wait, we're not done yet!"
"You're right. Come over here to my vanity table so I can help you
with your make-up."
About an hour later, Danielle turned to model for Jenny in the dress
he had made. The jazzercise classes seemed to have given many of his
movements a new feminine grace. There he was, in a teal dress that
ended just above the knees where his shapely, stocking-clad legs
continued to a pair of 4" inch high heels in a black velvet material
with bows on the top. The dress had a "sweetheart neckline" and puffed
short sleeves. It also had a big bow in the back at the waist. Jenny
had lent him one of her delicate gold watches which went nicely with the
matching black and gold necklace and long, dangling earrings Dannie had
bought when he last went shopping for panties. His permed hair looked
every bit as spectacular as when he left Marlene's salon. Jenny also
had given him a gold bracelet and a diamond solitaire ring in a gold
setting. He had bright red lipstick, eyeliner, mascara, and blush which
both he and Jenny had applied.
"Wait there!" Jenny shrieked with delight. She quickly went into the
bathroom and came back out with a bottle of Sand & Sable perfume. She
applied it liberally to his wrists, below his ears, and playfully put a
dab in the 'V' between his breasts.
"I've said it before and I'll say it again. You look maah-velous
darling! You really are a beautiful sight."
Danielle smiled slightly, looked downward in playful meekness and
said softly "Thank you, Jenny." He had only practiced a feminine voice
since they returned home from the salon, but he was beginning to sound
like the young, pretty woman that he appeared to be.
As they left to go the party, Jenny said "Aren't you forgetting
something?"
Danielle looked momentarily puzzled, then grabbed his purse from the
nightstand.
* * * * * * * * * * *
When they arrived at the party, Jenny began introducing Danielle as
they had agreed in their naughty inventiveness. Of course, being a
costumed Halloween party, they only made introductions to those people
who knew Jenny despite her Fairy Godmother costume and mask and due to
Danielle's "non-costume costume." She introduced him as her cousin
Danielle, who was staying with her for the weekend. Danielle would
point to her dress and say that she didn't have time to make or buy a
costume and hoped they didn't mind. She did however have on a mask - a
teal mask of course.
"Where's your husband? He's getting to be a distant memory, he's
been on sabbatical for so long," said Jack Conley after he was
introduced to Danielle.
"He was so sorry to miss this party, Jack, but he has been camping in
the Grand Tetons all this week. He had to take a trip sometime, he's
been such a homebody during most of his time off!" She managed an
unnoticed sly grin in Danielle's direction.
Everyone bought their stories and enjoyed having Danielle there even
though she was a party-pooper with no costume but a mask - or so they
thought. She was even around several close friends who did not
recognize her.
When the dance music started up later in the evening, Jenny was
filled with giddy anticipation about what might happen to Danielle.
They had kidded about the possibility of her being asked to dance but
Jenny didn't think Danielle had really thought through this very real
possibility.
It was Tom Larson who first asked Danielle to dance. Tom was a close
friend of Jenny's from college and was still an eligible guy. Jenny had
caught Tom eyeing Danielle on several occasions that evening.
Danielle had accepted his invitation after an almost visible gulp and
a moment of hesitation that seemed to last long after it was over. She
was grateful that the first few dances were fast and "detatched" ones,
but that was soon to change. The next number was a slow, long, love
song and Danielle found himself in Tom's strong capable hands for what
seemed an eternity. Thankfully, he led so well she was able to follow
without much effort - at least after she remembered where to put her
hands! She even managed to place her hand on his shoulder in a most
definitely feminine angle and gesture. He held her very close and
sometimes lowered his head to hers where he could "drink in" the
delicious smell of her perfume and graze the nape of her neck.
The "joke" that Jenny and Danielle enjoyed was just Danielle being
able to spend the evening "un-read" by their close friends. They had
never planned to spill the beans toward the end of the party or anything
like that. And now, Danielle was VERY glad of that because it was
becoming all too clear to her that Tom was quite "taken" by her. She
did not want to imagine what how Jenny's friend - a varsity boxer in his
college days - might react to knowing the truth about what lay hidden in
his panties.
Her suspicions were confirmed when, later in the evening - after she
had danced with several other men and a few ladies who clowned around
together - Tom asked her if she would like a drink. She accepted and
Tom led her out onto the moonlit veranda (like some old Fred Astaire
movie). After, some small talk, she suddenly realized he was gathering
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I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may
contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is
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enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up
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"Boy2Girl" or "Dan2ielle" Part 5
by SweetDarlin
[In Part 1, Jennifer comes up with a brilliant plan for slowly making
her husband Dan more feminine in appearance and manner and begins to
implement it]
[In Part 2, Jennifer gives Dan a pair of her panties to wear to work
when his supply of clean men's briefs runs out. Her complimenting him
on how sexy he looks in her panties and some problems with the washing
machine lead to his wearing panties almost every day. He agreed to a
sewing class so that he could share in more household responsibilities.
Since Jennifer has made sure there is nothing but women's magazines to
read, Dan has become much more involved in women's issues and is helping
Jenny style her hair on occasion. She has so many plans for Dan that
she realizes she must start him early on the "special" orange juice each
morning that will SHAPE his life]
[In Part 3, Jenny convinces Dan to join her in taking a jazzercise
class - a women's jazzercise class. The "special" orange juice
continues its "work," and forces Jenny to consider how to help him make
the full transition before Dannie's body changes are impossible not to
notice. Dannie takes a sabbatical from work and spends most of his time
as a homemaker. He decides he wants to wear bikini swim suits - all on
his own (Jenny doesnt even suggest it!). He has electrolosis to keep
his body smooth and hairless and uses women's creams to keep his skin
soft. In his sewing class, he finds that since he wants to surprise
Jenny with the dress he's making for her, he needs to try it on himself.
He is a full-fledged homemaker now and does all the laundry, cleaning,
cooking, and sewing. He wears a frilly apron in the kitchen, is
considering piercing both his ears, reads women's magazines and shops
for pretty panties and bikinis. And yet, he doesn't even consider all
this makes him a sissy or a woman! All these things seem like logical
choices to him - just part of who he is. Jenny's predicament about the
speed of Dannie's changes, is handled by an upcoming party - Halloween.]
[In Part 4, Jenny talked Dannie into going to a friend's Halloween
party dressed as a woman (or does Dannie talk himself into it?). There
were many preparations to make. Dannie put his sewing talents to use -
this time to make a dress for HIMSELF (ostensibly, Jenny would wear it
after Halloween since they are the same size). Jennifer helped Dannie
try on bras, dresses, skirts, and blouses in the few weeks before the
party - to get used to them. They decided to make him look like a
convincing female, not just a male in drag. First, Dannie had his ears
pierced like one of his rock idols (not to be more like a woman!). Jenny
made an appointment with her friend Marlene to do Dan's nails and teach
him some makeup and hair styles he might use for his "costume." At the
salon, Marlene became the only other person to see the extent of
Dannie's feminization. She suspected there was more to it than a party
costume. But Dannie didn't! At the salon, Dannie got more than his
nails done. He left with his hair done in a very feminine style, had a
facial, creams applied over his whole body, and makeup. He had not gone
in expecting to have all that done then since the party was only days
away. Before they left the salon, Marlene was forced to use the name
"Danielle" to cover up for Dannie when another customer came in. Jenny
teased him often with that name before the party. On the night of the
party he wore his teal dress, black 4" heels, black and gold earrings,
a necklace, a bra, panties, a garter belt (all in teal of course!),
stockings, a bracelet, one of Jenny's watches, a teal mask, and a
purse. Just like he grew to insist on wearing panties, he grew attached
to other items of feminine apparel. He just liked the feeling of them.
At the party, Dannie was introduced as Jenny's cousin Danielle. Dan
was in the Grand Tetons for a week - or so they told their friends.
Everyone accepted Danielle and - later in the evening - many men wanted
to dance with her. Especially Tom, Jenny's friend from college days.
Tom kissed her repeatedly before she could free herself, but not before
Danielle realized he liked to be held, and kissed, and adored by men.
Those feelings caused him such confusion that he insisted on leaving the
party immediately.
On the way home, Dannie related all his feelings, doubts, and
confusion about how he felt being kissed by Tom and his growing love of
women's clothing. Relating his torrent of feelings led to his sobbing
and telling Jenny that he hoped she didn't think any less of him. She
gave him a solid assurance of her love and acceptance for whatever he
chose to do in discovering, affirming and enjoying his identity.
With the magic wand of her Fairy Godmother costume, Jenny
symbolically conferred upon Dannie the choice of who he would become.]
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Like someone testing the water temperature in a pool with a few toes
stuck tentatively in the water, Dannie explored the feminine side of
himself. Jenny had told him she would support him whether he never
swam, splashed in the kiddie pool, or dove deep into the water and took
to it like a seal. It was this acceptance that allowed him to "splash"
a little.
But before he made those little splashes, he made one big jackknife
dive into that pool. As the end of his sabbatical from work approached,
he realized that his newly felt, urgent need to explore all these new
facets of his identity would be swallowed by the demands of the job to
which he would soon return.
When a person begins to close a door on a chapter of their life and
move on to new experiences, they often leave that door ajar should they
feel the need to come that way again. Whether that door is a job or a
relationship or something else, they will put a shoe in the door to keep
it open. Is it for security? to assuage any lingering doubts? Yet how
often do they soon re-acquaint themselves with all the thought and
energy it took to open those other doors and how great is their
necessity to go back, remove that shoe and forever shut that door on
their fears?
Dannie had to shut the door on the work that had brought him so much
tension and separated him so much from Jenny. His time as a homemaker
had allowed him to sew, and cook, and garden, and take care of Jenny.
How good that all felt! He was never bored, never missed the frenetic
pace of his office. All that he was learning and exploring would have
been stillborn in the pace and demands of his work. Yet all this would
have had to be written up as philosophical yearnings were it not for the
fact that they were well off financially and Jenny's work was well paid.
He put the question to Jenny one night shortly after that fabulous
Halloween. She told him she was very grateful to have his support in
their home and his taking more time for himself might help him discover
some wholly different work for the future. She was also glad to give
him the same kind of chance as when he supported her while she completed
her advanced degree.
Of course, his boss and his co-workers were not pleased to hear of
his decision. But, let the chips fall where they may..
Jackknife!
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
And then there were the little "splashes" ...
The weeks before Halloween and the night of the party had stirred
some powerful feelings in him, feelings which he wanted to pursue.. for
a while at least.. to see where they led in his inner landscape.
Some days, he would wear a skirt or a dress at home. Other days he
would wear his men's jeans and shirts. Of course, everyday he wore
panties, a girdle or a brief with stockings. That was already well
established in his life.
On those days when he wore a bra and panties under a pretty dress,
Jenny would address him as Danielle. On the days he wore men's outer
clothing, she would call him Dannie. She never called him Dan anymore.
She was careful not to express a preference in whether he dressed as a
man or a woman and praised whatever he chose to wear if she liked it,
but she probably expressed more admiration for the blouses and skirts,
the dresses and women's shoes, and the pretty bras he would wear with
his breast forms. After all, women' clothes had so much more variety
that Jenny would have loved them more in any case, even if she wasn't so
happy to see Danielle blooming and enjoying herself.
Just as his panties had slowly but surely become so much more
enjoyable to him than men's underwear, he began to revel in the feeling
of sheer silky blouses and the swish of his dresses and the flow of air
around him.
Bras held a special magic for him. Often when he wore a bra, he
would think about how wonderful it would feel to have his own breasts.
He thought about the weight of them, the graceful curves, and beautiful
erect nipples. Many women can't wait to take off their bra at the end
of the day or any chance they get - to be relieved from the restriction
of them. But for Dannie, bras gave him a warm feeling, a bond with the
realm of the feminine.
He wasn't sure why his chest felt so much more sensitive than he ever
remembered it. Often - when he looked in the mirror and squeezed the
loose flesh - it seemed he had little breasts like a teenage girl just
beginning to bloom. He chalked it up to wishful thinking. He thought
"I must really want to have my own titties."
The warm climate where they lived continued to provide a mild summer
sun even through the late Fall, so he was able to spend many afternoons
in the backyard.
Perhaps it was subconscious, but his frequent desire for breasts of
his own led him to protect his chest from the sun when he lay in the
chaise lounge in their yard. He began to wear the top to the bikinis he
had purchased earlier in the year. He had given them to Jenny, but
Jenny made it clear to him that he could wear anything in her closets
and drawers he wished.
It wasn't long before the tan lines around his "chest" from his
bikini top made it plain to him that he couldn't afford to change in a
men's locker room for quite a while. He could only do that again when
he had "satisfied his curiosity" about his feminine side, gone back to
dressing as a man, and his tan had faded.
There was a definite trend in his dressing. Female garments were
winning. How could he wear a shirt when he could wear a blouse? He
would think, "Is there really any comparison?" Even with jeans, he
liked the tight fit of many styles of women's jeans much better. And
what item of men's clothing is so exhilarating, so playful, so beautiful
as a dress? Did the choice of colors in a man's tie light a candle to
a lace bodice, an alluring, plunging "V" neckline, or a necklace of
beautiful gem stones set in gold or silver? Would he prefer a pair of
"Dockers" to a pleated skirt or a suit to a smart ensemble that allowed
him far more fashion combinations than a suit could even dream of? Was
it as fun to shop for women's shoes as for mens? Not for Dannie. Would
he rather wear a plain "wind-breaker" men's jacket in some staid blue or
brown or a jacket with pretty beads sewn in flowery patterns and in
colors that seemed to enjoy life!?
Ever since he had worn a baby doll nightie to bed at Jenny's request,
he had longed to wear them again. He had felt so heavenly. Yet, before
Halloween he had not wanted to make Jenny think he was enjoying female
clothing as much as he was. What would she think? But when she had
given him the gift of supporting whatever he chose to be, he had
practically flown back to nightgowns and sheer nighties. Even on the
few days he wore men's clothing, he always wore a pretty nightie to bed.
Dannie's "splashes" were in more than clothing. His thinking was
undergoing a metamorphosis in ways of which he was aware and in more
subtle, unfathomable ways.
His choice of books to read on his quiet afternoons in the yard were
gravitating more and more towards romance novels. At first, they were
romances that might have been equally enjoyed by both men and women.
But then he began to buy those classic books that pictured a handsome,
muscled, shirtless sea captain or soldier or farmhand holding a pretty
young lass in a full length dress with petticoats and ruffles - as if to
protect her from the elements. You know - one of those books where the
sex scenes make you think of a woman's breast reclining in a bed of
feather boas and the men's sex drives seem precariously poised between a
"slow hand" and unrestrained passion. He would often think again about
how good it felt to be held and kissed by Tom. Even when he saw some of
his old friends, he would find himself thinking how much he would like
to be in their arms, but then he would dismiss the thought, irratated
with himself for crossing some line in the sand he felt he should not
cross.
One day, before Jenny left for work, she asked "Danielle, would you
be a sweetie and buy us a new bedspread today? Our old one looks so
ratty! You said so yourself the other day." She had called him
"Danielle" as she most often did those days. Would "Dan" have been an
appropriate name for someone who was sitting by you at the kitchen table
wearing a black lace bodysuit and a short purple skirt?
When Jennifer returned home that evening, Dannie led her into the
bedroom and she was surprised to find - not just a new bedspread - but a
pink lace canopy trimmed with white lace and a matching coverlet and
sheets!
"Danielle, this is beautiful! I'm so glad you chose this!" She was
about to say she did not expect he would have chosen something so
feminine, when she checked herself. This was perfectly natural for her
Danielle!
"I'm glad you like it. I was feeling pretty today and felt like
getting something pretty for us!"
"You certainly are pretty, Danielle. I love you more than you can
even imagine!"
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
One evening, Jenny noticed immediately that Danielle was looking
unhappy. She was usually radiant when she was dressed so prettily, so
Jennifer knew there was something really wrong.
"Danielle, what is it darling?"
Danielle put her head on Jenny's shoulder and held her close a while
before speaking. "Honey?"
"Yes, my pretty angel."
"I have really enjoyed dressing here at home, but I'm beginning to
feel like Superwoman changing in a phone booth whenever we go out. I
hate having to change into men's clothes every time we go anywhere."
"I know honey. I know you don't feel right in men's clothes anymore.
We can take some weekend trips together to places where we aren't likely
to see anyone we know and you could spend all weekend dressed as a woman
if you liked."
"That would certainly be fun darling, but I feel like that is just..I
don't know..temporary..kind of like a tease. Here and there, just a
little freedom to dress the way I feel. But, my God, I couldn't face
our friends right now!"
"I know. You need some time to see what you want to be. There will
come a time when you can be around your friends again and be just as you
are!"
"It's hard to imagine at the moment. What would Judy or Mark think
if they could see me now. And Tom.. what would he think if he knew who
he was kissing on Halloween?"
"Well Tom is another matter. From what I knew of him in college, he
would be fonder of you now than ever. But for everyone else, I know it
will take time. Honey, you know I have a standing offer for that
position in Tuscon. It would even be with a raise. We've talked about
how we might enjoy living there. And we couldn't stay longer than a
year or two anyway, since it's a temporary management position. I was
just thinking that if I took that position, we'd be in a place where we
don't know a soul. You could be a woman in everything we did there, if
you wanted. And if we missed our friends and our home here too much, I
would not renew on the next six month contract."
"Yeah, but Tuscon. Isn't Arizona as hot as a pistol a good bit of
the year?"
"Oh, sure, but it's in the high desert, not nearly as hot as Phoenix.
Heh! You'd be able to work on you tan a lot!"
"If I don't get burned to a crisp through a hole in the ozone layer!"
Jenny could hardly believe that he was more concerned with the heat
and the ozone layer than the prospect of living full-time as a woman!
* * * * * * * * * * *
Dannie knew that the move to Tuscon was a perfect chance for him to
find all about the Danielle inside him. It was a clean break, at least
for a while. He would not have to worry about going to dinner at local
restaurants as Danielle, not have to think about how he looked when he
answered the door. How could he ever really know what it was like to be
Danielle, if he was Dan one moment and Danielle the next?
Jennifer and Dannie had a lot of long talks in the weeks that
followed about how they would live in Tuscon. They decided that he
should be called Danielle at all times. He would again be Jenny's
cousin and there would be no one there who would even know about Dan.
They would briefly explain to those who asked that she had a husband who
did not join her on this temporary assignment because of his work.
Dannie was not going to bring a shred of male clothing, so if he was
going to be dressed, it would be in bras and panties, stockings and
jewelry, women's shorts, jeans, skirts or dresses, women's pumps,
Reeboks, and heels (just as any woman would be dressed).
Danielle would take cosmetology classes and actively seek to learn
all those things about being a woman that he would have learned if he
had been raised as one. He would socialize with women, learn to share
in the same ways (In this last respect, he had always been much more
sensitive than most other men and preferred sharing with women).
He would bathe as a woman, he would walk as a woman, he would
continue to modulate his voice as a woman. Jenny suggested that he even
put a Kotex in his panties once a month as a reminder of what his
sisters endured. He agreed that was a good idea. There would be no
more references to "he" or "him."
Once again, Jenny assured Danielle that she would not mind if she
woke up one morning and decided to change it all back. And if she
wanted to go on living as Danielle, that would be great too!
Danielle was in heaven having the excuse to shop for such a wide
array of women's clothing. She just had to remind herself as part of her
new mental discipline that "What ELSE would she be shopping for but
women's clothing?" She was a woman. There were a great many things to
get for her wardrobe, even though she had bought dozens of dresses and
skirts, bikinis and blouses over the last few months. She continued to
read women's magazines and paid special attention to articles on
building a sensible wardrobe for every kind of occasion. The only thing
was, she wasn't sensible! She couldn't resist buying nearly anything
and everything that caught her fancy. Jenny teased Danielle that she
shopped more than she ever had back when someone named "Dan" would
complain of all the time they spent in clothing stores together on
weekends.
She now did her shopping out of town so that she could go as a woman,
change in the women's changing area, and shop to her heart's delight!
She bought capris, spandex shorts, knit stirrup pants and palazzo
pants in many pretty colors. She tried on hundreds of dresses and
purchased denim shirt-dresses, button-front jumpers, jacket dresses,
dresses with "broomstick" pleating, dresses with V-shaped drop waists,
print dresses with loop-de-loop trim and lace up back ties, cotton viole
dresses, self-belted pullover dresses and sundresses. These were in
pinks and lavenders, yellows and reds, polkadots and floral prints,
sheer and silk, cotton and polyester, macrame and applique lace. She
swirled in wrap skirts and rompers, flippy pleated skirts, sweep skirts
and 3-tier gauze skirts. She found pretty T-shirts with applique
flowers, beautiful tunics, glitzy sequined pullovers, and lace trimmed
and embroidered blouses.
With the Arizona sun in mind, she had the delicious excuse of buying
even more bikinis and swim wear. Among her favorites were the many
skirt-suits with flowered, form-fitting tops and flip skirts with built-
in panties. The skirts were so cute and short and showed off her
gorgeous legs. She no longer felt that one-piece suits didn't make
sense! Everything that was pretty, fit well, and showed her to best
advantage made sense!
She could never have enough panties! She bought flare leg panties,
stretch lace briefs, and floral bikinis in cotton and silk. She had
become particularly fond of lace ruffles and many of ker panties had
ruffled waists or were nothing but ruffles!
She greatly expanded her collection of bras to include lace midriff
bras, tube bras (for those special fashions), longline bras, and soft
cup bras. She was surprised to find that if she put on a padded bra
without her breast forms, her "imagined" breasts and the padding gave
her a respectable bustline.
Danielle especially went wild with jewelry. What a dizzying variety
of beautiful rings, and earrings, and necklaces, and bracelets there
were!
Danielle was trying out so many hairstyles that Jenny teased she
would wear out her poor hair! By now Danielle's hair was to the middle
of her back. Oh, it was a lot of extra work, cleaning and brushing and
trimming hair that long - not to mention it getting in her way sometimes
- but she loved it. Her long hair had become a source of pride. It was
all hers and it made her look every bit a woman.
The idea of weekend trips did have merit. While they would soon be
moving to Tuscon, Danielle needed to experience many things about being
a woman so that she could begin her new life in Tuscon that much more
smoothly.
Danielle needed to learn to take her purse with her everywhere she
went and what to keep in it. She needed to use the women's bathroom
EVERY time. And that was at first hard for her when she would remember
her experience with Sarah. But she soon got over it and learned to sit
and pee in such a way that it didn't emit a distinctly masculine sound.
She got used to touching up her makeup there and chatting with other
women. She already had worn heels enough to walk comfortably in them,
but Jenny gave her pointers on how to move her hips, the length of steps
she should take, and how to walk sexily (Danielle was not sure why she
should want to present herself in such a manner!). They made sure to
meet plenty of strangers on their trips, so that Danielle would begin to
feel comfortable relating as a woman.
Nearly every day, she would read from women's magazines and from
books that had what was considered "a woman's point of view." She would
discuss what she read with Jenny and soon found how even the forms of
speech that women used were so often different from men. While there
were false stereotypes a plenty, some things did seem to be "generally"
true about how women related. Danielle learned to be less
confrontational, more meek and easy-going.
When she stood in the full-length mirror at home, looking at her
smooth, hairless body, her long, beautifully styled hair, her clittie
(as Jenny had told her to call it) tucked away , her prettily trimmed
bush, her cute butt (Dan never remembered having an ass that cute!), her
face freshly madeup with lipstick, eyeshadow and eyeliner, who was to
say that a woman wasn't staring back?
On one of those occasions, Danielle squeezed the lose flesh of her
breasts as she stood in front of the mirror. Jenny had reminded her to
speak of all parts of her anatomy in the feminine. It was evident from
the way she played with her titties that she really wished she had her
own, beautiful, big, full tits. It was like she felt the only thing she
really needed to make that mirror image perfect was her own breasts.
How she had managed to deny that she really DID have developing breasts
at that time can only be explained by her having no idea how that could
possibly be. Was it a form of denial? Whatever it was, Jenny knew she
had to address the hormones issue and soon!
Jenny was standing behind and to the side of Danielle while she gazed
into the mirror. She saw Danielle pinch her budding breasts.
"Danielle, do you want to have breasts of your own, honey?"
Danielle turned quickly from the mirror, clearly startled and turning
deeper shades of crimson as fast as frames of film in a stop-action
camera recording night to dawn. She had been caught in a visible
gesture of her secret wish. It was a desire that revealed all too
clearly how much she was drawn to all that was feminine in body and
mind. Despite Jennifer's often repeated assurances of support and
acceptance, Danielle was still unsure how far Jenny would support her in
such a far-reaching transformation. Hell, she had enough doubts about
all this herself! Why was she drawn so strongly in this direction? She
was born a man, so why should she prefer to look and act like a woman?
Where would it end? Would her life ever return to what it was like
before she donned her first pair of panties?
All these thoughts were swimming in her mind as she struggled to
answer Jenny's question. "Jenny.. you surprised me! I.. well..
sometimes I think about them.. you know, what it must feel like. Living
as a woman makes me think about those kind of things.."
"Darling, breasts are beautiful and very much a part of being a woman
- of course! It is quite natural that you would desire your own when
you are working so hard to look and act like a woman. All your clothes
look better with breasts! I would only be surprised if you DIDN'T want
to have your own soft bosoms, your own lovely nipples! It wouldn't make
sense."
"But Jenny, I'll just have to be satisfied with breast forms. I'm
never going to have my own breasts. It just hurts me to think about
them!"
"I know honey, but if you decide you want to continue to live as
Danielle, you might consider female hormones. They will not only give
you your own wonderful breasts, but softly round out much of the rest of
you." No, she didn't tell Danielle then either! Timing, everything is
timing, she thought.
A few days later, they were on a plane to Tuscon. Jenny sensed
Danielle's excitement, anticipation, nervousness, and dreams all rolled
into one. She instinctively reached out and held one of Danielle's
pretty hands in hers. She knew - that for Danielle - this was no
ordinary plane ride. This was a plane trip to womanhood!