Chapter 48
As they walked up the steps to the health club, Joe started to
become apprehensive. Would anyone recognize him?
He had been here, like this, twice before, but both times with
someone else. First with Jay, and most recently with Linda. Both
times, someone else presented their membership card, and the girl
at the desk was allowed to assume Joe to be their guest.
This time, he'd need his own card. Tim wasn't a member. The
membership card wasn't a photo ID, it just had his name, Joel
Bates. He didn't even know if the records had him recorded as
male. Even if it did, his new drivers license would serve to prove his
current gender, if there was any doubt, and he could claim someone
made an error. Then again, before the change, he had been a two
or three time weekly visitor. Surely some of the employees had to
remember him.
Joe held the card in his palm as he walked to the counter. He
recognized the pretty, young woman on duty. She might even
remember the old Joe. He had asked her out once, a few years ago,
but something, perhaps a revised work schedule, he couldn't
remember, it just never came to pass.
Joe wished his hair was longer. The still short, male cut only served
to draw unwanted attention.
He took a breath and dropped the card on the desk.
The woman was folding towels from a large cart and only
momentarily glanced at the card. She looked up briefly, and then
idly entered the data on the keyboard in front of her. She
apparently didn't remember anything.
"This is my friend Timmie." Joe said, trying to hide a smile of
relief.
Timmie. Was that even a girl's name?
"She'll need to sign in." The young woman ordered, without
looking up.
Hmmm, I never had to do that, Joe thought. Wonder why not?
This girl is probably just a little more diligent than the others.
"Name, address and phone number." The woman said as Tim
signed the log. She offered them large towels, which they both
accepted.
Now Tim will be inundated with membership offers, Joe knew.
The first gauntlet ran, Joe and Tim walked to the lockers. There
was an aerobics class in session, and Joe checked to see if Susan,
the girl he met the other day, might be there. He didn't spot her.
In a way, he wished she was, since he'd probably miss their
Thursday meeting. He had kind of been looking forward to it.
When they reached the locker room, Joe looked at Tim and gave a
mischievous wink. He opened the door and went inside, a nervous
Tim hot on his heels.
There were three rows of lockers and benches. Most of the women
were in the aerobics class, and it had just started, so there were
only a few persons in the room, most still dressing from the
previous class.
Joe picked the middle row since there were only a couple of doors
open there. Everyone was either outside, in the showers, or relaxing
in the whirlpool.
Joe found an empty locker, and claimed it as his own. He hooked
his padlock to the door.
"If you have anything to lock up, you can put it in here." Joe
offered. "Put your whole bag in, if you want.
Opening his gym bag, Joe pulled out his royal blue leotard, white
Capri pants, sport panty, bra, socks and Reeboks. He hung the
clothes on hooks in the locker. Tim watched with interest, then
found a locker of his own. At the store, he had placed his new
underwear back in the original package, so he had to remove it from
the box. He looked around for a trash can, but there was none to
be found. Joe noticed what he was doing.
"Just toss it in the locker, I guess." Joe suggested. "You can take it
along later, if you want."
Joe removed the silk blouse, found a hanger, and carefully hung it
in the locker. Tim watched as Joe then unhooked his bra and
massaged the little red marks under his bare breasts. He then
stepped out of the light wool skirt, and searched for a hanger for
that.
"I thought this place was full of babes." Tim whispered.
"They're all out there." Joe said, pointing towards the aerobics
area.
"Uhh-huh." Tim said, grinning.
He just finished saying that as a towel wrapped woman walked
around the corner. She went directly to an open doored locker,
acknowledging them with a quick, friendly smile.
She innocently removed the towel and finished drying herself. The
woman was probably in her early thirties and quite average looking.
But she captured Tim's eye. The former young man kept his eyes
fixed on the woman's nakedness as he slowly pulled the T-shirt over
his head and unfastened his own bra.
Joe understood the paradox the young man/woman in the little
pink underpants was experiencing. Even though his/her own body
had already become just as female as the woman's, long established
habits and curiosities were very difficult to ignore. Joe was
watching too, but he tried to avoid staring as obviously as Tim.
Completely oblivious to the powerful sexual tension she was
creating only a dozen feet away, the woman finished drying herself
and carefully applied underarm deodorant.
As Tim stepped into the new underwear, Joe watched how he gently
touched himself between the legs. Joe knew Tim was sexually
aroused because the snug panty had immediately developed a
noticeable wet spot at the crotch. When Joe caught Tim's eyes, he
grinned and looked down at the panty. Tim bent over and saw the
wetness. He grinned sheepishly and shrugged his soft shoulders.
Hearts pounding, Tim and Joe finished dressing. They had
purposely lingered until the woman put her outerwear on, then
they took their racquets and towels to the courts.
Tim was using Joe's old racket, since he didn't have one of his own.
When they reached court six, they opened the door and went
inside. When he was sure they were alone, Tim spoke.
"Gee, you were right." He said. "That was just too cool."
"Well, you haven't seen anything yet." Joe bragged. "You need to
join in one of the aerobics classes, then you'll have a whole roomful.
Welcome to your new peer group."
"We can join a class?" Tim asked.
"Why not?" Joe responded. "We are physically and legally female.
But, even regular guys are in the class. Of course, you'll need to
join the club."
"I might just do that." Tim said. "Becky would never take me to a
place like this."
"Why not take her, then?" Joe suggested. "She can always use the
workout, too."
Tim grinned.
"Joe, you haven't been looking at my sister, have you?"
"What if I have?" Joe teased. "We're both just girls, right? What
could I do, anyway?"
"Well, that's the honest truth." Tim agreed. "I thought I was going
to wet my pants back there. I don't know what's worse, a rock-hard
boner sticking out, or these soggy drawers."
Tim bent down to check if the clammy wetness he could feel, was
still visible.
Straightening up, he pressed the flat palm of his hand between his
legs.
"You know, it still feels weird when I touch myself." Tim confided.
"Only then does it really hit you that something is actually missing
down there."
"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean." Joe agreed, laughing.
"When you touch it, or when you need to pee."
"Right. Then too. No way to aim. I guess real women don't miss
something they never have. But, I sure do." Tim added.
"Will you change back if you get the chance?" Joe asked.
"Hmmm... I don't know. I guess I do kinda enjoy some of this stuff.
A lot of it, even." Tim admitted. "But then, I liked being a normal
guy, too." He laughed.
"Think you'd ever like to make it with a guy?" Joe asked. "Aren't
you curious what that might be like?"
"Sure... I guess." Tim answered. "Aren't you?"
Should he tell him, Joe wondered?
"Of course." Joe responded. "Me and Jay messed around a little."
Joe divulged.
"What was it like?" Tim asked. "Did you like it?"
"Yeah, I did like it." Joe admitted. "At first, I was scared and it
seemed a little weird, but as we got more into it, it actually felt
kind of natural."
"Just what did you do?" Tim asked, his curiosity piqued.
Joe grinned sheepishly. Decision time.
"Well... Quite a bit, I guess." Joe confided.
"You screwed him?" Tim asked.
"Yeah... Or, he screwed me, I suppose." Joe said, grinning with
modesty.
"You did it with a guy? With Jay?" Tim breathed, his amazement
showing.
"Yeah. I did. A few times, even." Joe admitted.
"Was it much different?"
"Oh, yeah, of course it was different." Joe explained. "But there
are similarities too."
"Did it hurt?" Tim wondered.
"A little, at first, but the pain went away almost immediately."
"Better, or worse, than before?
"Hmmm... Better in some ways... Maybe about the same in others.
"Just how was it better?
Joe thought about it. Not a simple answer.
"Well, there's more feeling, I guess, in more places... You know
what I mean."
"Did you... Did you come?"
"Not the first time, but later on, yeah."
"Good?"
"Excellent."
"Did he touch you... Down there? With his hands?"
Joe grinned mischievously.
"Sure. Of course he did. And I touched him too."
"Were you really scared?"
"Well, not afraid, really. Nervous, I guess, not afraid."
"I think I would be. To let somebody else go inside me..."
"Feels awful good when it happens..."
"Yeah, but what about... They say we could get... knocked up."
"Maybe, yeah. I used birth control."
"They said we shouldn't..."
"Condoms."
"I think I still like women too much." Tim confided.
"I like women, too." Joe admitted. "But it felt pretty natural, with
a guy... Not bad at all, really."
"I guess I'll need to try it... if I ever get a chance." Tim decided.
"But right now it's time for you to get that cute little ass kicked."
Joe reminded.
"You serve." Tim ordered.
"Ok." Joe agreed. "Here goes."
They volleyed back and forth. Although now much smaller than
Joe, Tim was quite capable of holding his own. He moved
effortlessly around the court, like the youngster he appeared to be.
He continually matched Joe point for point. Joe could feel his
strength further reduced, even since he played Jay.
"You know, I kinda like the feel of this top." Tim confided, as he
breathlessly chased the ball. He found it difficult to admit enjoying
wearing a BRA.
"Yeah." Joe agreed. "Mine holds me even flatter than yours does. I
can almost forget I got these things." He put his hands to his
bosom.
"Helps more than that damn jockstrap ever did." Tim mused. But,
you know, even these new little underpants feel sort of good."
"I just wish I hadn't lost so much of my strength." Joe lamented.
"No matter how hard I try, I can only sort of wimp the ball, now."
"I haven't got any strength either." Tim admitted, looking down at
his skinny right arm. "But, on the other hand, I feel so light and
flexible now. I think I can almost bend in half."
"I know." Joe agreed. "I have the same feeling, sometimes. I think
we all do."
They played continuously for another ten minutes. Joe was quickly
tiring, and he could tell fatigue was affecting Tim also.
"About ready to call it a day?" Joe asked.
"Getting tired, old lady?" Tim teased.
"No worse than you." Joe countered.
"I am getting pooped I guess, but I'll stay with it as long as you
want."
"I heard the music stop while ago." Joe noted. "That means the
girls are back in the locker room."
"Then what are we doing here?" Tim asked. "Let's hit the
showers!"
"Men!" Joe snorted.
"Hey, we get our jollies were we find them, right?" Tim said,
laughing.
"I guess you're right." Joe agreed. "I think I really need a shower,
anyway."
"Yeah. Who said women don't sweat!"
With that, they gathered up the ball and left the court.
Tim's hopes were fulfilled. The room was full of ladies. The area
around Tim and Joe's locker was crowded with women in various
stages of undress. Some women were older, some were probably the
same age, but none looked young as Tim.
Tim was feasting on a voyeur's dream come true. Next to him, a
young woman, perhaps early twenties, removed her top and
presented an outstanding tan except where a swimsuit top had kept
her pert breasts lily white. Tim actually had to conceal a gasp as
the woman removed her exercise shorts, exposing a tiny, white,
thong panty.
Tim took one glance, looked over at Joe, then back at the woman,
then back at Joe. They both grinned and winked at each other.
Again, the poor woman had no idea of the havoc she was wreaking
right next to her. She innocently slipped out of the panty and went
to the showers to rinse off.
Tim quickly pulled off the rest of his own clothes and followed her.
He adjusted the spray away from his own sensitive breasts as he
watched his dream woman.
Joe could see Tim, but the woman was out of view. He did his best
to surpress a laugh. Although he appreciated the scenery here too,
Tim had obviously retained more testosterone than he did. In a
moment his eye locked onto another girl nearby who was just
starting to put her underwear on.
"Joel. Hi. I thought you wouldn't be back here till Thursday."
Joe turned and looked at the pretty girl who was placing her gym
bag next to his on the bench.
"Hi, Susan." Joe exclaimed when he recognized who it was.
"Are you just getting here?" Susan asked.
"No. No, we just finished." Joe stammered.
"Oh, are you here with Linda?" Susan asked.
"No, another friend, Timmie." Joe answered. "We just finished
playing racquetball."
"You play racquetball?" Susan asked. "I didn't know that."
"Do you play?" Joe asked.
"No, I never have. I guess I should try to learn." Susan admitted.
Susan and Joe began to undress at the same time. Joe was
impressed by Susan's long blond hair, and of course, that fantastic
body. When it was time to go to the showers, Joe spoke.
"Well, I have to hit the shower." Joe said. "Hope to see you around
one of these days."
"Are you going to be here Thursday?" Susan asked.
"I have to fly to Minneapolis tomorrow." Joe said. "I may not be
back in time to make it Thursday."
"I hope so." Susan said. "We've just got to get out together
sometime."
"Yeah, I'd like that." Joe agreed.
Joe reluctantly left Susan and walked toward the showers. Out of
the corner of his eye he examined another of his roommates as he
walked. Would he ever get used to this? It seemed women's bodies
displayed much greater physical variety than those of male gender.
Curvy, flat, round, pointy, or saggy. The best were fantastic, the
worst, even uglier than men, if that was possible.
Tim and his new friend were still in the shower. Tim was trying to
make small talk. Joe didn't know the etiquette women used. He
had talked to Susan, so maybe it was OK.
She was extremely attractive. Tim had excellent taste. Joe watched
as the woman soaped herself, then shield her breasts with those
small hands as she rinsed in the stinging spray.
Tim, looking like her little sister, watched cow-eyed.
Joe wondered what the woman thought of Tim. She must have
noticed the unabashed staring by now.
"I guess we need to get going." Joe said to Tim as the woman
finally finished and left the shower room.
"Yeah... Good idea." Tim agreed, without thinking.
He started to leave the shower, but Joe grabbed his arm and pulled
him back.
"Stay here a minute, why don't you." Joe ordered. "She's probably
going to think you're queer, or something."
"Yeah. Yeah, I guess you're right." Tim conceded. "Joe, I think
I'm going to have a heart attack right here."
"You might as well try and get used to it." Joe advised. "This is
the way it'll be, probably from now on."
"Yeah. I suppose so." Tim agreed. "I, ahh"
Another woman entered the shower. It was impossible to talk
without others hearing, so Tim went silent.
They went back to the lockers and dried off. Tim's 'woman' dressed
quickly and left. Joe couldn't tell of she hurried because she was
suspicious of Tim, or just in a hurry.
As Tim gathered up his clothes, then held up the little sport panty
with one finger.
"I've got to get more of these." He decided. "I love the snug, slick
feeling."
"Well, you know where it came from." Joe told him. "Nothing to
keep you from wearing whatever you want."
"I'm going to get a few of these, and a bunch of these." Tim went
on, holding up the exercise bra.
"I guess you can wear them every day, if you like." Joe said.
"You look fantastic, Joe." Tim blurted, as he watched Joe drying
off, breasts jiggling as he moved. "That woman was good, but you
are just as beautiful."
Joe grinned warily.
"Gee, thanks Tim, I guess..." He said.
"If I was still a guy..." Tim started, rubbing his aching pubic area.
"If you were still a guy, you wouldn't even be standing there." Joe
reminded him. "Don't forget that."
Tim hiked the waistband of the pink cotton panties, pulling them
into his crotch, emphasizing his shape in that area.
"Kind of hard to forget." He said. "I've always got this to remind
me."
Joe laughed at Tim's antics, then looked around to see if anyone
else was watching. It probably looked a little strange, seeing these
two, especially if someone caught the conversation.
Joe stepped into his pantyhose and then pulled the slip on. He was
probably the only one there wearing business clothes. The gray
blouse felt so soft against his skin as he slipped his arms in the
sleeves.
If Tim likes the feel of those underpants, he'll love the feel of a silk
blouse, Joe considered. He looked over and watched as Tim pulled
the little T-shirt over his head.
The young man/woman was still so inexperienced, he was probably
lucky to have all this happen to him now, if it had to happen at all.
He'd might actually get a chance to actually experience growing up
female. At least more than Joe and the others. They went from
mature male to mature female, overnight. That was culture shock
at its most powerful. But, it seemed likely Tim was going to get
more, the chance to be an adolescent again, if he wanted. Maybe
even if he didn't.
Tim had become genetically female, just like the others, and his
body had acquired all the normal external characteristics of
femininity. He developed breasts, like the others. His genitalia had
completely feminized too, and Tim was still adapting to the
significant effects that was having in his life, and life style. Unlike
the others, this boy had only recently become a fully mature male.
And now, again like the others, he had to deal with the loss of ten
years, or more, of maturity. For Tim, they were an important ten
years.
His body was still becoming younger looking, there was little doubt.
So far, something caused him to retain most of the newly acquired
signs of female maturity. Although his face, and to a lesser extent
his hips, legs and torso, were beginning to exhibit signs of
adolescent appearance, Tim still retained full, firm breasts. Joe
hadn't seen his friend until a couple of days after they had been
a- icted, but he couldn't perceive any noticeable loss of
development.
All the changelings had quickly acquired female pattern body hair.
That meant mostly light fuzz, except on the head, legs, underarms,
and pubic area. It was difficult to tell for sure, but Joe thought
Tim's pubic hair was growing more like that of a pubescent teen
than mature woman. Of course, he had little knowledge in that
area.
To his credit, Tim was accepting his fate amazingly well. Though
he openly complained of how young he looked, but he never let it
affect his ability to get along with others. Sometimes he even joked
about it. It must have been difficult to get up in the morning and
see a scrawny teenage girl staring back from the bathroom mirror,
but Tim only spoke of it with characteristic humor.
He had been pushing two-hundred pounds only a little over a week
ago, but now he looked lucky to break a hundred. Joe knew from
experience that it was difficult for a male to don female clothes, but
Tim even wore his little-girl pink panties without complaint. Joe
also knew that acceptance was partially the influence of hormones,
but still, it was obvious that Tim also remembered that, under it
all, he was still a born male.
Joe noticed that after Tim pulled his shorts on, he put the socks
and Nike athletic shoes back on. Like Joe, he probably discovered
they were more supportive and comfortable than any "girl-shoes"
that they tried.
"Becky got me these sandals, but I like these much better." Tim
declared, looking over at Joe.
"I know what you mean." Joe agreed. As soon as I get home, I
always put my Reeboks on. I don't know how women can stand it
in these things all day." He pointed to his low-heeled pumps.
"I didn't get any shoes like that for tomorrow." Tim announced, as
if he just realized it. "I think I'm going back to the mall when you
take me back to my car."
"Get whatever you think you want." Joe advised. "You'll probably
need it, eventually."
"I might do that." Tim said. "But I'm going home to change
clothes first."
They reluctantly gathered up their bags and, taking one last look
at the locker room scenery, they walked to the door. As they got
into Joe's car, Tim spoke.
"Joe, I don't know if I could take too much of that." He said. "I
didn't realize my heart could pump so hard."
"Probably would have been more fun a couple of weeks ago, huh?"
Joe teased.
"I think it would have killed me for sure, then." Tim declared. "I
still think I got the urge, but it's not nearly as strong it used to be."
"And thank God for that, I guess." Joe added. "I don't think I'd
want to be stuck looking like this, and still get all the same urges."
"Hell, I think I still do." Tim admitted. "Do you think I'm queer,
Joe?"
"Do you think you are?" Joe countered.
"How can anybody figure out what's happening? to us" Tim said,
expecting no answer. "Damn it, we ARE still really guy's right?
Even if we do look like this?"
"I guess so." Joe agreed. "But I think I am changing a little... No,
I'm changing a lot. But I do still remember what it was like before."
"Sounds as if you prefer what happened." Tim offered.
"I don't know... Sometimes I do." Joe admitted. "Sometimes I
don't. But either way, I'm still stuck like this. Might as well try to
get used to it, right?"
"Yeah... Sure... You're probably right." Tim agreed. "But, I'm
telling you, If you could have seen the boner I had while I was in
the shower..."
"Stop it, or I'm going to get wet pants." Joe complained, laughing.
"Does that happen to you, too?" Tim asked.
"Yeah. And I think it happens to real women, too." Joe mused.
"Maybe just a little more for us cause everything is still so new."
"I don't see how they stand it." Tim decided. "It all feels so messy."
"They'd probably feel the same way about having a cock." Joe
considered.
"At least that has another use." Tim said. "I don't know how I'd
go if I couldn't sit down, now."
"It is sort of a pain in the ass, ain't it." Joe quipped.
"I just hope it'd all worth it." Tim said. "Someday, I'm gonna see if
all these new parts work."
"Just what do you have planned?" Joe asked, grinning.
"Well, I'm gonna find this real good looking guy... I'm gonna get
dressed real sexy... Wear underwear like that girl in the locker
room, and then, he's gonna get the screwing of his life."
"That's it?" Joe asked.
"No, that's not all." Tim continued, obviously thinking. "If it looks
like there's really no way back, and I'm stuck like this permanently,
then, someday, not right away, I want to get pregnant. I want to
make a baby."
"No kidding? You really want to do that?" Joe asked.
"Don't you?" Tim countered. "I mean if we're really stuck like this?
Don't you want to do it if you can? Just to see what it's like."
"Not just to see what it's like." Joe answered. "Don't forget, if you
do that, you'll be somebody's mother. That's forever. Think about
it real hard first."
"You can count on that." Tim reassured him. "I've been thinking a
lot about that kind of stuff lately."
"I have too, a little, I guess." Joe admitted. "I was engaged, you
know. To Linda."
"Bummer." Tim replied.
"Yeah, right." Joe agreed. "We talked about having kids. She
wanted two, and so did I."
"What's she think about all this?" Tim asked.
"I'm not really sure." Joe considered. "We still love each other, I
guess, but it obviously just can't be like it was."
"That's an understatement." Tim added, grinning.
"We're going to have a big talk tonight." Joe continued. "I don't
know if we'll decide what we might do about our situation then,
but we might, I guess."
"Good luck." Tim offered. "I have it bad enough just living with
my sister. I think she's starting to like the idea of a little sister. I'm
just having a hard time trying to act like one."
"She's helping you adapt, isn't she?" Joe asked.
"Yeah, sure." Tim admitted. "But do you have any idea how
embarrassing it is to have your big sister tell you how wear a bra or
shave your legs... Stuff like that?"
"It would be a lot harder without her." Joe reminded him.
"Swallow your pride. I'm sure glad Linda helped me."
"Does she know about you and Jay?" Tim asked suddenly?
"I think she probably does." Joe admitted. "Jay's going to be there
tonight, too"
"Well, I don't envy you." Tim decided.
Joe drove to the Honeybone parking lot, where Tim's old Camaro
was parked. The young man got out, hiked the gym bag to narrow
shoulder, and held up his hand.
"Tomorrow morning, at the hanger?" Tim asked. "What time?"
"Oh... Oh-seven-hundred will give us plenty of time." Joe said. "No
need to get up too early."
"I'll be wearing something like you have on." Tim announced.
Joe nodded his head.
"If you like." Joe said. "You don't have to get too dressed up. Just
try to look professional. I think the pax will be Company big-wigs."
"I'm heading back to the mall." Tim announced.
"If you want, you might give Norm a call. I'm sure he'd like to go
along." Joe added.
"Hmmm... I don't know..." Tim considered.
"Think about it." Joe went on. "Norm's a nice guy... or whatever..
heh heh..."
"Yeah, but he's about fifty years older than me." Tim reminded.
"He don't look it." Joe countered. "He probably could use a
younger perspective on things."
"I'll think about it." Tim concluded.
"Do that." Joe said. "See you in the morning!"
Joe drove towards Linda's. He looked down at the clock on the
dash. Four-thirty. Probably another hour till Linda came home. He
could spend the time washing clothes and getting ready for
tomorrow's trip.
When he reached the driveway, he saw there were no other cars
there. He'd be home alone.
Joe went to his room and saw all the underwear still scattered
about on the bed. Bras and panties.
His really had become a girls room. It even smelled like one.
He gathered up the frilly things, momentarily pausing sometimes to
feel the silky texture and marvel at the fine construction.
Joe took the garments over to a drawer and started to fold them
and carefully store them away.
He was building quite a collection.
He wondered how things Linda had. She had a whole lifetime to
acquire these things, not just a little over a week. The other day he
changed clothes with her, in her room, and he had momentary peek
in her underwear drawer. It was full, much fuller than his.
Joe wondered if his fascination with these things was anything like
that for her. For him it was all new. Before, his main involvement
with these things was when he and a woman became intimate.
Then, it was, for him, more like a decoration, a wrapper, for what
was to follow.
It wasn't that way anymore. These were his stuff... His
underwear... And yet, there would probably never be a time when
he could think of them like he had his BVD's.
They contained too much mystique... Was that it? Mystery? Were
female undergarments actually mysterious? Are were they just
underwear?
When he had everything put away, Joe sat on the bed and removed
his blouse. The air conditioner felt cool without the protection of
the silk, and Joe wondered what to wear. He went back to the
drawers and selected a thin cotton tank-top, one of the first he
purchased after the change.
He really needed to do some wash.
He slipped the top over his head, and looked down, remembering
the self concous feeling the first time he wore it. The white cotton
seemed almost transparent and you could easily see the outline of
the bra underneath. In addition, the large armholes exposed
everything. It was not the thing to wear when you wanted to hide
your femininity.
But, he was becomming more accustomed to things like that now,
and besides, the light little top was really cool.
Unfastening the button, and zipping the little back zipper, Joe
slipped the skirt down his hips. He lay it on the bed and pulled off
the half-slip. He couldn't wait to get the pantyhose off. Though he
liked the way they looked, they were hot, and felt rather tight.
Down to cotton panties, Joe rubbed his crotch, remembering what
Tim said. "Until you touch yourself, you can't really tell something
is missing down there."
Tim was right. Over a week now, and it still made the hair on his
neck rise whenever he touched himself.
Again, Joe went to the chest of drawers, the third one down
contained his shorts. He picked out some in yellow cotton. He
slipped them on, and then hung up the wool suit.
Next Joe went to the hamper and withdrew his laundry. He sorted
the things to wash in the machine, from the stuff he'd wash by
hand in the sink.
Shorts, tops, bras, underpants. Typical women's clothes. Was he
actually becoming a "typical" woman?
He held up a little gray, nylon panty. He carefully examined the
thin elastic waist and leg openings. He touched the narrow band of
nylon that went between his legs, feeling the crisp stiffness of his
own dried secretion. He turned it inside-out and the white cotton
liner exhibited a narrow, light yellow stain where it had been in
contact with his new genitalia. Just like a "typical woman's"
underwear.
Was he really becoming a woman?
He might still think like a guy, but the soiled panties were
undeniable evidence.
He had really become a woman.
Joe took the pile of clothes to the laundry room, sorted them, and
started a load. He went back to his bathroom to hand-wash the
delicate things.
When he first was told of the need to hand-wash his underwear, Joe
thought it would be a lousy way to spend time. Now that he had
done it a few times, he found that it really wasn't, in fact, it was
even sort of enjoyable. He loved touching and feeling his new
underwear, and it actually only took a few moments to accomplish.
And just doing it made him feel so damn feminine.
Why did he like that? He didn't know why, but he did. Washing
his bras and nylon or silk panties actually seemed somehow
therapeutic.
When they were all washed, rinsed, and carefully wrung out, Joe
carefully hung them over the little cord in the shower stall. Along
with the pantyhose he wore that day, they fill the entire length.
The room smelled of soap.
Joe felt happy, and began to hum an old Beatles tune. When he
realized he was doing it, he started to sing, his now quite feminine
voice resonating off the bathroom walls.
"Elinore Rigby... Sits in a church where a wedding had been..."
Why was he so happy? Only God knew.
It would soon be time for Linda to arrive.
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