It started like so many stories start. My wife came home unexpectedly and caught me wearing her panties. Her reaction was not at all what I expected. She smiled. She walked up to me and ran her hand lightly over the silky panties covering my ass. "They do feel good don't they?" she whispered. That was not the reaction I expected and I just looked at her, too surprised and embarrassed to say anything. Her hand slid around my hip to lightly stroke the panties over my very hard cock. "mmmmmmm" she smiled, "Looks like you think they feel very good too." Her hands ran over my body as I stood there. One hand constantly on my cock rubbing it, exciting me, teasing me for a very long time before finally pushing me over the edge and making me cum in her panties. "Good girl" she purred. Which surprised me but my mind was a blur between the initial shock and fear of her finding me like that, the surprise at her reaction and the pleasure that just her hand had given me and I soon forgot it. Smiling at me again she told me I was going to wear nothing but those panties the rest of the day, "Yes, filled with your cum" she laughed as my head whipped around to look at her. You are going to sleep in them too and we will talk more in the morning.
It was strange wearing nothing but panties (and cum stained ones at that) all afternoon and evening. My wife pretended that nothing was different, never once mentioned it, but she did seem to ask me to go get her a drink or other little tasks and watched me with a soft smile as I walked away. We went to bed with me still in just those same panties, again nothing was said, but she did fall asleep with her hand on my panty covered hip.
I slept fitfully, and woke early. I still wasn't sure what she had meant by "talking tomorrow" so did not get up. I lay in bed and waited for her to wake. My thoughts drifted to what had happened yesterday, and my hand drifted to my panties as I remembered. My fingers felt the difference in the texture of the panties where my cum had soaked them. My cock had already harden in my panties from my thoughts about what had happened. My wife woke as I was in the middle of my reverie, rolled over and smiled at me. Her hand slid over and replaced mine on the front of my panties. Her smile widened as she squeezed her hand firmly around my hard cock. "I like that" she gushed, then told me to get out of bed. As I stood by the bed she gave me a playful smack on my panty clad bottom and told me to go make coffee and bring us both back a cup. As I tuned to walk out the door she called out, "You have a very cute ass and I love the way it wiggles in your panties when you walk."
While that was a bit humiliating, it made my cock throb for some reason. I didn't say anything just went to the kitchen to quickly make the coffee. Bringing two cups back I was surprised to see my wife naked, legs wide, fingers lightly stroking her pussy. Motioning me back into bed, she pushed my head between her legs and arched her hips up to press her pussy to my face. I grabbed her hips and began to lick her. We were both very excited and I was overwhelmed with the desire to make her cum, to please her thoroughly. She did cum, at least three times, before she pushed my head away and collapsed back onto her pillow.
Patting the bed next to her she had me lay back down. Handing me my coffee she smiled at me and asked. "Did you like that?" I was a little confused and asked, "Licking you?" That just made her laugh. "No silly, although you are good at that and I am going to train you to be even better. I meant being my sweet little girl yesterday. Wearing those pretty panties all day and all night, even after you made such a big mess in them when you came." I was shocked. Speechless. I had never expected such a direct question, or being called a "sweet little girl" She had been watching me closely, clearly seeing that my cock was responding favorable to what she was saying. Giggling a little she pulled down the front of my panties. "Your cock seems to be saying that it liked it." Embarrassed, even though this was my own wife, confused I stammered "Uh ..... Yes I did like it" "Good girl" she said approvingly. Noticing my reaction she laughed. "But you are my good girl" she said, looking pointedly at my panties "And I am going to help you become an even better girl. Stroke your little cock while you listen to me but do not cum. Keep yourself excited and aroused but no cumming" she said as she began to explain.
She told me that those panties were now mine, the very first pair of panties that I would own. We were going to go out shopping in a bit. Before we left I would put all of my "boy undies" into a trash bag. I would wear feminine undergarments at all times under my normal clothes. We would buy some for me when we went shopping. We would also buy some nightgowns and maybe a teddy or two for me to sleep in. A little hamper for my "unmentionables" since after what happened yesterday it was clear I would be washing them a lot. As soon as you get home every day all "boy clothes" come off. You will wear feminine clothes in the house. Today we will just get you the essentials to have something to wear to work and to sleep in. Eventually we will get you shoes, skirts, tops, dresses, all the things you need to be a girl when you are home.
My mind was racing by the time she was finished. This was far beyond anything I ever anticipated. The idea of being feminized by my wife appealed to me very strongly (aided quite a bit by my stroking my cock as she talked) but scared me a good deal as well. "Do you understand?" she asked as she finished. My only response was, "Yes Ma'am". With a bright radiant smile she gave me another "Good girl" She told me to go take a shower and she would lay out what she wanted me to wear under my clothes for our shopping trip. "Oh, and no touching your cock at any time" she admonished. "You aren't to stroke it and certainly not to cum unless I tell you. Is that clear?" Again my only response was "Yes, Ma'am".
When I returned to the bed room she had my "girl clothes" laid out on the bed. A matching bra and panty set with matching garter belt and a pair of sheer black stockings. She smiled as she watched me put them on, and when she saw me pull on the panties over the garter tabs instead of under them she nodded approvingly and said, "You have been doing this for awhile haven't you" Before I could put anything on over my lingerie she made me get all my boy underwear together and put it in a plastic trash bag. She told me we would bring the trash bag with us and put it in the trash at the mall so I would know I would never wear male underwear again. Only then could I put on pants and a shirt but no socks.
I was nervous as we drove to the mall. While I am sure the bra wasn't that big or that noticeable I was constantly worried that someone would notice it. And I was very self conscious about wearing stockings and no socks. We dropped the trash bag in a trash can as soon as we arrived. I was very nervous as she took me from store to store looking at women's panties and lingerie. We bought a dozen pairs of panties, a half dozen bras, another six chemise, two garter belts, some stockings as well as some "thigh highs" and even some pantyhose that were open front and back. I had never seen those before. A waist band that acted like a garter belt with straps down the front and back of each leg to hold up stockings, but all of it one piece like a pair of pantyhose. Finally she had me buy three nightgowns. Just before we left she saw some lingerie and had me buy two babydolls with very short tops and matching panties and a pink teddy.
When we returned home she had me model everything we had bought and then had me put it all away in the drawer that used to hold my underwear. That was over three months ago. Since then she has made me shave my entire body and keep it smooth, had me grow out my hair, taught me to do my own make up and nails. My wardrobe has expanded, both in lingerie and "normal" women's clothes as well as some very slutty clothes. Now, every weekend, not only must I wear only women's clothes I must also be made up and my hair styled.
That was how I wound up here. Standing in my own living room in bra, panties, thigh highs and heels. Make up impeccably applied, hair styled, nails done. Standing in front of three of my wife's girlfriends. Totally embarrassed but my cock hard in my lacy panties. My wife showing me off to her girlfriends, as I stood squirming, totally humiliated. "Oh, come on Sweetie" my wife laughed, "You look so pretty. I never expected my crossdressing husband would make such a pretty girl. Why would I waste all that effort it took to feminize you, particularly when it had such a spectacular result? Of course you are going to be seen and interact with others as the sweet pretty girl you are. Besides," she continued with an ominously wicked chuckle, "I need some help with the next step in your feminization. Come closer, let the girls get a good look at you, inspect you closely. I am hoping that one of their husbands, or maybe they will have some friend or acquaintance who would enjoy a pretty sissy husband to suck their cock. Oh yes, honey, as soon as I saw how good you looked once I turned you into a girl I knew I had to see how long it would take to turn you into a fag too, as well as a crossdresser."
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It started like so many stories start. My wife came home unexpectedly and caught me wearing her panties. Her reaction was not at all what I expected. She smiled. She walked up to me and ran her hand lightly over the silky panties covering my ass. "They do feel good don't they?" she whispered. That was not the reaction I expected and I just looked at her, too surprised and embarrassed to say anything. Her hand slid around my hip to lightly stroke the panties over my very hard cock. "mmmmmmm" she smiled, "Looks like you think they feel very good too." Her hands ran over my body as I stood there. One hand constantly on my cock rubbing it, exciting me, teasing me for a very long time before finally pushing me over the edge and making me cum in her panties. "Good girl" she purred. Which surprised me but my mind was a blur between the initial shock and fear of her finding me like that, the surprise at her reaction and the pleasure that just her hand had given me and I soon forgot it. Smiling at me again she told me I was going to wear nothing but those panties the rest of the day, "Yes, filled with your cum" she laughed as my head whipped around to look at her. You are going to sleep in them too and we will talk more in the morning.
It was strange wearing nothing but panties (and cum stained ones at that) all afternoon and evening. My wife pretended that nothing was different, never once mentioned it, but she did seem to ask me to go get her a drink or other little tasks and watched me with a soft smile as I walked away. We went to bed with me still in just those same panties, again nothing was said, but she did fall asleep with her hand on my panty covered hip.
I slept fitfully, and woke early. I still wasn't sure what she had meant by "talking tomorrow" so did not get up. I lay in bed and waited for her to wake. My thoughts drifted to what had happened yesterday, and my hand drifted to my panties as I remembered. My fingers felt the difference in the texture of the panties where my cum had soaked them. My cock had already harden in my panties from my thoughts about what had happened. My wife woke as I was in the middle of my reverie, rolled over and smiled at me. Her hand slid over and replaced mine on the front of my panties. Her smile widened as she squeezed her hand firmly around my hard cock. "I like that" she gushed, then told me to get out of bed. As I stood by the bed she gave me a playful smack on my panty clad bottom and told me to go make coffee and bring us both back a cup. As I tuned to walk out the door she called out, "You have a very cute ass and I love the way it wiggles in your panties when you walk."
While that was a bit humiliating, it made my cock throb for some reason. I didn't say anything just went to the kitchen to quickly make the coffee. Bringing two cups back I was surprised to see my wife naked, legs wide, fingers lightly stroking her pussy. Motioning me back into bed, she pushed my head between her legs and arched her hips up to press her pussy to my face. I grabbed her hips and began to lick her. We were both very excited and I was overwhelmed with the desire to make her cum, to please her thoroughly. She did cum, at least three times, before she pushed my head away and collapsed back onto her pillow.
Patting the bed next to her she had me lay back down. Handing me my coffee she smiled at me and asked. "Did you like that?" I was a little confused and asked, "Licking you?" That just made her laugh. "No silly, although you are good at that and I am going to train you to be even better. I meant being my sweet little girl yesterday. Wearing those pretty panties all day and all night, even after you made such a big mess in them when you came." I was shocked. Speechless. I had never expected such a direct question, or being called a "sweet little girl" She had been watching me closely, clearly seeing that my cock was responding favorable to what she was saying. Giggling a little she pulled down the front of my panties. "Your cock seems to be saying that it liked it." Embarrassed, even though this was my own wife, confused I stammered "Uh ..... Yes I did like it" "Good girl" she said approvingly. Noticing my reaction she laughed. "But you are my good girl" she said, looking pointedly at my panties "And I am going to help you become an even better girl. Stroke your little cock while you listen to me but do not cum. Keep yourself excited and aroused but no cumming" she said as she began to explain.
She told me that those panties were now mine, the very first pair of panties that I would own. We were going to go out shopping in a bit. Before we left I would put all of my "boy undies" into a trash bag. I would wear feminine undergarments at all times under my normal clothes. We would buy some for me when we went shopping. We would also buy some nightgowns and maybe a teddy or two for me to sleep in. A little hamper for my "unmentionables" since after what happened yesterday it was clear I would be washing them a lot. As soon as you get home every day all "boy clothes" come off. You will wear feminine clothes in the house. Today we will just get you the essentials to have something to wear to work and to sleep in. Eventually we will get you shoes, skirts, tops, dresses, all the things you need to be a girl when you are home.
My mind was racing by the time she was finished. This was far beyond anything I ever anticipated. The idea of being feminized by my wife appealed to me very strongly (aided quite a bit by my stroking my cock as she talked) but scared me a good deal as well. "Do you understand?" she asked as she finished. My only response was, "Yes Ma'am". With a bright radiant smile she gave me another "Good girl" She told me to go take a shower and she would lay out what she wanted me to wear under my clothes for our shopping trip. "Oh, and no touching your cock at any time" she admonished. "You aren't to stroke it and certainly not to cum unless I tell you. Is that clear?" Again my only response was "Yes, Ma'am".
When I returned to the bed room she had my "girl clothes" laid out on the bed. A matching bra and panty set with matching garter belt and a pair of sheer black stockings. She smiled as she watched me put them on, and when she saw me pull on the panties over the garter tabs instead of under them she nodded approvingly and said, "You have been doing this for awhile haven't you" Before I could put anything on over my lingerie she made me get all my boy underwear together and put it in a plastic trash bag. She told me we would bring the trash bag with us and put it in the trash at the mall so I would know I would never wear male underwear again. Only then could I put on pants and a shirt but no socks.
I was nervous as we drove to the mall. While I am sure the bra wasn't that big or that noticeable I was constantly worried that someone would notice it. And I was very self conscious about wearing stockings and no socks. We dropped the trash bag in a trash can as soon as we arrived. I was very nervous as she took me from store to store looking at women's panties and lingerie. We bought a dozen pairs of panties, a half dozen bras, another six chemise, two garter belts, some stockings as well as some "thigh highs" and even some pantyhose that were open front and back. I had never seen those before. A waist band that acted like a garter belt with straps down the front and back of each leg to hold up stockings, but all of it one piece like a pair of pantyhose. Finally she had me buy three nightgowns. Just before we left she saw some lingerie and had me buy two babydolls with very short tops and matching panties and a pink teddy.
When we returned home she had me model everything we had bought and then had me put it all away in the drawer that used to hold my underwear. That was over three months ago. Since then she has made me shave my entire body and keep it smooth, had me grow out my hair, taught me to do my own make up and nails. My wardrobe has expanded, both in lingerie and "normal" women's clothes as well as some very slutty clothes. Now, every weekend, not only must I wear only women's clothes I must also be made up and my hair styled.
That was how I wound up here. Standing in my own living room in bra, panties, thigh highs and heels. Make up impeccably applied, hair styled, nails done. Standing in front of three of my wife's girlfriends. Totally embarrassed but my cock hard in my lacy panties. My wife showing me off to her girlfriends, as I stood squirming, totally humiliated. "Oh, come on Sweetie" my wife laughed, "You look so pretty. I never expected my crossdressing husband would make such a pretty girl. Why would I waste all that effort it took to feminize you, particularly when it had such a spectacular result? Of course you are going to be seen and interact with others as the sweet pretty girl you are. Besides," she continued with an ominously wicked chuckle, "I need some help with the next step in your feminization. Come closer, let the girls get a good look at you, inspect you closely. I am hoping that one of their husbands, or maybe they will have some friend or acquaintance who would enjoy a pretty sissy husband to suck their cock. Oh yes, honey, as soon as I saw how good you looked once I turned you into a girl I knew I had to see how long it would take to turn you into a fag too, as well as a crossdresser."