Connie's Story - A Boyfriend Feminizer - Part 4 (Patreon)

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On the way back to the mall.

<Connie whispering to Karl> "Karl, do you actually want a pair of squishy, bouncy breasts, nipples that stand up when you’re excited?

I think I really do, wish I could have my very own right now. They are so sexy and lovely. Breasts are a beautiful part of a woman’s body, not to mention boy magnets like heels only. I’ll bet a lot more fun! I love that sexy little bounce. What is the matter with me? Even the gay queens aren’t as feminine as I am!"

"You ever think that maybe this change in our thinking hasn’t been exactly spontaneous? What are the odds that you would decide you couldn’t go another day without looking like a fashionable, super swishy feminine girl?"

"A trillion to one, I guess? What difference does it make now, Connie? Just look at me."

"Do you want to go back to being a dull old boy after all the wonderful things you have experienced?"

"I’m dam sure I couldn’t stand it for a minute! I don’t really care to know what started the ball rolling."

Re-entering the mall, 'Karla' headed straight for the lingerie shop, her entourage in tow. On the way, 'Karla' could not help stopping to admire her images in a store window full of dresses. Connie reached out and took Karla's hand. To both of them, their hands felt soft, feminine, her long nails nesting in each other’s palm. They looked in the window, then at each other, and began giggling, and Connie kissed Karla. They proceeded, hand in hand, arms swinging, to the store. There, they found the same salesgirl who waited on Karla before she became so ‘refined.’ She was incredulous.

"You look terribly familiar. Wait a minute. Didn’t you buy panties from me two or three weeks ago, about a dozen pairs?"

"Yes, that was me. This time, I need new bras. Will you fit us, please? I didn’t think you’d recognize ME."

"Oh, it would be my pleasure. And believe me, it wasn’t easy to recognize you. You’ve changed so much! You seem to have developed a bit. Come right this way," she said as she led her back to the booths. She measured him and came back with appropriately sized bras and helped her into them. They are indeed ‘developed’ and were in ecstatic shock to find lovely mammaries nesting on her previously barren chests. Karla replaced her blouses, oohing and awing at her improved silhouettes, totally amazed that there was only very light padding in her bras.

"Now, just look at you. You are lovely, simply lovely. I’m a little surprised to see that you only needed a slight enhancement. Your nipples look very authentic-yummy even! How much better you look now than you did that night you first came in here. It’s simply amazing what some nice, fashionable garments can do for a person."

"Thank you. I think so too, don’t I, Connie, honey?"

"Yes, Karla, you certainly do."

We’ll be back, Laura." Karla slipped her card out of her purses and paid, then left with a new spring to her step as they sauntered out of the door.

"You look much better with a little figure enhancement, don’t you think, Lilly?"

"Oh yes, she does, Connie."

"Oh, thank you.  I can’t imagine what possessed me to dress so drably all these years when I could have looked so nice. Going braless is so retro!"

They then all steamed toward the makeup booth in the middle of the mall. Karla was a bit amazed at how her new breasts bounced and how her silhouette looked in the shop windows. Connie presented the new girls to Judy, as her name tag said, and told her she needed makeovers. Karla was first. Her blonde hair had highlights in it now. Her fair and cool complexion yielded up a porcelain-like palette that Judy did a marvelous job on. They all said so. She now had light blue liner with smokey brown shades of shadow and brown/black mascara. Judy applied the foundation and powder and then ‘her’ lipstick in a lighter but definite red. Then Karla got her to look at herself.

"Oh, my! I don’t think I ever want to wash my face. Judy, thank you so much. This is wonderful. We’ll take it all, of course."

Girl, you are cute," exclaimed Judy. "Isn’t she, girls?"

"I never would have guessed, that would you, Karla?"

"Those lips are so kissable, girlfriend, and you have great cheekbones too!"

"Do you really think I’m pretty, Connie?"

"How much stroking do you need, honey. You’re a foxy chick. Enjoy the new you. You seem to really be having fun today."

Karla left with bags of makeup and an as yet undiscovered talent for applying it, but that would come tomorrow.

After that, they headed home. Suddenly, Karla pulled off to the side of the road and parked, exhibiting a bit of panic. Switching off the key and turning to the rest, she said,

"Girls, we can’t go home like this! What will my parents say? Just look at me! Just a few weeks ago, I was a guy, at least I thought I was. Now, I’m not sure I ever want to be any part of a boy again!

"Easy, Karla. Think about this a moment," said Connie. Did this happen overnight?"

"Well, no."

"Who does the washing at your house?"

"The maid, of course."

"And she would naturally collect the washing to be done from your rooms, right?"

"Yes. I don’t see where you are going. But I’m a blonde too, remember? <giggle>"

"Bear with me. And what do you think she has been doing with those panties and dirty hose and camisoles and nighties she’s been finding in your hamper? She has been washing and folding them and putting them back into your drawers, right?"

"Oh, for heaven’s sake! of course! You are right. Why didn’t I see that? I mean, they are just ‘our clothes.’ I never thought about concealing them at all."

"Ok. Then your mom already knows, doesn’t she? Anyhow, this didn’t all just happen today. It’s been happening. You’re busted, literally. I mean, the maid couldn’t keep her mouth shut about this, now could she? Lingerie in the son’s wash? Either you’ve been taking a girl to your room, or you are the girl."

"Knowing Gabrielle, probably not. But these new shoes and the bras and hair, earrings and the makeup today. We just scream girl all over the place, and it’s not like I don’t like it. I love it, but."

"Now, now. I think this is all going to work itself out. If you want to pull in somewhere and take off the bras and change your shoes and wash off your makeup, I suppose you could, but why not let your parents see the best possible new you? Doesn’t that make more sense? After all, if you are going to display the appearance, style, and grace of a woman, don’t you think you should look your best at all times? The hair and your new demeanor won’t just go away, nor will that indelible lipstick you have on. I’m having a terrible time trying to see any boy here. Somehow, you’ve morphed into young women."

"How did you ever get so logical, Connie? And you have no idea how completely I am morphing. (Karla’s voice cracked another notch upward) Oh, alright. We’ll do it, but you have to promise to come with me, alright?

"Chicken!"

"Exactly! I Used to be a rooster, now a fashionable chicken <giggle> I just hope this whole thing doesn’t lay an egg!"

They pulled past the gate into the semi-circular driveway and up to the house with the Georgian architecture. Connie's parents liked red brick and white columns. It reminded them of their house in Washington, D.C., with 3 stories above ground. They all piled out, and the three entered the front door without knocking, Connie having let herself in with the key.

The great room was off to the left and ran the depth of the house and led to the pool. In addition to a cathedral beamed ceiling some 20 feet high, it had a 12-foot fireplace, a concert grand, and two billiard tables, as well as a sitting area. Straight ahead of the entrance was the half-circle staircase with the cherry railing and on the right a small sitting room with a small upright piano.

Mrs. Neilson heard them giggling and came into the foyer in her apron and at once began with, "your mother is at the club, Connie.  "How did you get in?

Then, staring at one of the girls,

"Karl?? is that you?"

Karls just stood there demurely, silent.

"We need to talk, Mrs. Neilson," said Connie.

Mrs. Neilson led the way through the great room past the kitchen. Not a word was spoken. They all found seats on the large leather sofa, and then Connie began to explain.

"Alright, Mrs. Neilson, we know we need to explain."

It seems that Karl has decided that he prefer to access his flair for fashion and style and the only way he could do that to their complete satisfaction was to become the epitome of fashion, namely, a girl like us. We know it’s a shock, but you have been doing Carrie’s washing, correct?"

"Yes, and I wondered why a nice young man would want to wear such pretty things, but it is none of my business? I know you are a good kid Karl, I suppose you spell that, Karla now. Anyway, your maid Gabrielle and I have discussed your interest in girl’s clothing, so it’s not like I’m completely floored. It’s just that you are so stunningly convincing as a girl, quite attractive. Do you like boys?"

"I, I don’t think so, Mrs. Neilson. It’s just the fashions, the style, the clothing, you know, self-expression."

"Then perhaps this will pass?"

"I don’t think I want it to pass, Mrs. Neilson. I rather like the new me. I’m looking forward to pretty dresses and a cute figure and wearing my new heels, going dancing. Maybe I’m going to like boys after all. I don’t know! My body seems to be changing too. I’m not a real boy any longer."

"My, my! You are too committed, aren’t you? Alright. So be it. We have a one more daughters to deal with then. Your mom will be home at about six, Connie."

And with that, Mrs. Neilson disappeared back into the kitchen.

"I can’t tell you how wonderful I feel now. It’s simply amazing," Karla said while waving her arms expansively."

"Well, that went rather well, Connie," said Lilly.

"Would you like me to come with you, Karla, or just Connie?"

"Given how you already reasoned this out for me, I think just Connie will be fine. Like you know, Gabrielle has seen and knows how things have been going. She hasn’t raised an eyebrow so far. The makeup and everything might throw her, but I doubt it. I am cute enough, aren’t I?"

"For pity’s sake, Karla. Yes, you are way cute. I’m almost jealous, well, not really, but you make a really foxy chick, so quit worrying, will you?

"You’re right, of course. I’ll try and calm down."

And then they went to Karla's house. Just for fun, Karla used the doorbell, requiring Gabrielle to answer the door.

"May I help you ladies? Oh, my! Honey, you turned out even better than we ever thought you would. The hair is really darling."

"What?"

The two of them stood facing Gabrielle with stunned expressions.

"Did I slur my words? Is my English no so good enough? I found your panties and camis and hose in the wash, of course. You should have done them yourself if you didn’t want me to find out. So, how come you aren’t in a pretty dress and heels, Karla? You did just go for Karla, didn’t you?"

"Yes, I did, and I do have heels, but we haven’t gone dress shopping yet. Why waste good money on a pretty dress for a dead body? <giggle>"

"Come here, sugar. <hug> I will make it alright. There will be no dead bodies here tonight. You are really cute, honey. I think your mom is going to be really pleased."

"Pleased? You mean it?"

"Yes, but it’s not for me to tell. Let her do it. In the meantime, why don’t you go soak and shave where you need to, and if that means you need help with your makeup again, I’ll do it for you."

"That’s very sweet, Gabby. Thank you. That sounds like a wonderful idea."

And so our new Karla bounced upstairs and drew herself a bath complete with fragrant oils and settled in for a half-hour. It was a bit disappointing for her to have to take off her bra since it revealed her shortcomings, but we can’t have everything, or so it is said. But then she found that her chest, which should have been devoid of excess fat, appeared to be much more feminine than she remembered at the lingerie shop. In fact, it was now decidedly feminine with those large dark nipples she spoke of. The A was growing. She also noticed that her boy's equipment was even tinier than she remembered from the movie's restroom. Minuscule would be a fitting description. ‘How strange,’ she thought and let it slip away into acceptance while ‘it’ slipped quietly into oblivion.

Exiting the tub, she applied lotion and powder as her mother did, then wrapped the towel around her chest and entered her room. There was little chance of the towel slipping to the floor as her now slightly bouncing chest was holding it up nicely. Each bedroom had its own bath, a great convenience for a lady.

She had shaved her legs and underarms but did not have to shave her face. She was blonde, light-skinned, and lightly hairy as most blondes. It was a revelation to her as she entered her room that the colors she had chosen at age 13 were pale powder blue and egg white. Gee, if I just add some prettier curtains and vanity, I’ll be all set. I wonder if I’ve been this way forever and just didn’t know it! Maybe!

Karla put herself back together as before, except this time she paid more attention to her accessories, borrowing a necklace and earring set from her mother’s jewelry. She noticed with some delight that her bra needed to be hooked in the last, rather than the first hook. She also decided that, even though she didn’t have any dresses yet, she would wear her pretty pumps for her mother. After all, she needed the practice, and they made her feel so terribly feminine and dainty and grown-up.

Baltazar smiled. "Yes, little one. I do believe I shall leave the body tweaks im the mix. Rather a fun trip for the unsuspecting!"

I just hate it that I’ve wasted so much time being a boy when I could have been pretty and worn fashionable clothing. Well, hopefully, that is behind me. I’m still young. Standing in long teal slacks, a black blouse, and white heels, she observed her image in the mirrored wall. Her figure seemed to have taken on quite feminine proportions as, even in a front view, her hips appeared wide and well rounded now. She displayed the slightest bit of a tummy. *well, if you like this new you, why not?

Turning side to side, she admired her tight butt and long legs and those lovely pumps. Even in her new heels, she was only 5'10" tall, maybe less. If her date were 6 feet tall or more, she would still have to look UP at him. How neat! It gave her goosebumps, not to mention a tiny bit of a woody, had it had anywhere to go, which it did not. There was only a little bit left, so that was all that was affected. So, this is me. And now I’m thinking about boys? Not only boys but Mark Hagan, the right forward on the basketball team. What are we going to do when school starts again? They’ll absolutely kill the both of us, but only if we’re lucky. Otherwise, we’ll be tortured first. <sweet smile> Oh, Karla, stop it! Go down and see what you can do for Gabby.

Peculiar. When she went through her bedroom door, she looked up and got the impression that perhaps she might be less than 5'10" in heels.

Negotiating the staircase in high heels on the thick carpet was certainly an adventure, but before she hit the bottom step, she had it figured out that she had to plant her foot firmly and balance for a second before lifting the other one, no more running down the stairs for this girl at least, not in heels.

About 20 minutes later, Karl’s mom showed up looking lovely in her Halston spring creation accented with a pearl necklace and earrings and black patent high heels with a purse to match. She had, after all, been a Miss Universe runner-up in 1980. On a good day, she could still pass for 30 as she still had flawless skin. Upon entering the kitchen, she observed two women with their backs turned fixing dinner, one obviously quite young, judging by the slender figure. "And who are you, my dear," she inquired? "Are you visiting my son Karl?"

Turning around, Gabby said, "Mrs. Leonard, may I present your new daughter, Karla?"