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A Net of Femininity
By Jennifer White
Part 1
The show On Friday night, Ken and Joan Winslow went out to
see a show with their friends Pete and Betty Eastman. "The
Amazing Annette" was a magician, conjurer, and hypnotist.
The show had rave reviews in the newspaper, so against
their better judgments, Ken and Pete were dragged to the
show by their wives. At least it would be better than a
musical or ice skating this time. They fought traffic
downtown, waited in line to pay too much money for a
parking lot, which didn't look like it was going to do a
very good job of guarding their car, and went to a nice
restaurant for dinner. Afterwards, they went to the show
and found their seats. Of course, the girls had to run off
to the ladies room together as soon as they found their
seats. They were just coming back when the house lights
went down. Annette, the star of the show, started off with
a few magic tricks, all standard boring stuff. Both Pete
and Ken were getting bored, and were glad it was dark
enough that girls wouldn't notice them if they nodded off.
Or when they checked out Annette's legs, or generous bust
line. At least all was not a loss for the boys!
After a half an hour of the usual drivel, Annette talked to
the audience. "Thank you ladies and gentlemen. Now as you
know, I am also a hypnotist. For this part of the show, we
will be doing some audience participation."
'Oh great!' thought Ken. 'Now we'll have to watch some
plant from the audience pretend to bark like a dog.' He was
not a happy camper.
Annette started her routine. Ken watched disinterestedly.
But after a few minutes, he noticed that he couldn't make
out the words she was saying anymore. He tried to listen
closer. He could hear her clearly, but it just didn't make
sense. He spoke three languages, but he was not familiar
with the words she used. He began to listen raptly. He
glanced over to Pete, who also seemed to be quite
interested now. In fact, it wasn't long until the entire
audience was hanging on her every word. She had everyone's
undivided attention now. It was time for her move.
"All the men in the audience: go to sleep. I will tell you
when to wake up. Do not wake until then."
Within moments, the men in the audience slumped over.
Several snored.
"Okay girls, it's just us now."
The women all sat up straight, ready to hear what she would
say.
"I am going to help your relationship with your husbands
and boyfriends. I am about to give them a quest. What you
are going to do, is help them. I will start them on the
right path, and you will help guide them. You have special
skills, which will come in handy for what I am going to ask
them. You will be supportive, you will not question, you
will not stop. This is for your own happiness, so you must
know that you are helping them, and you are helping
yourselves. Okay ladies?"
They nodded their heads in agreement.
"Okay men, open your eyes!" said Annette. "It is your time
now. I am going to give you a new goal in life. Once you
receive your new quest, you will do anything to achieve it.
You must have it! Nothing is more important! What I will
ask you to do will help your relationship with your wives
and girlfriends. You will make her happy by doing this. For
those of you who are alone, this will help you find a
woman. This is the best thing which could ever happen to
you."
The men all nodded in agreement.
"Okay boys, here it is. I am going to reprogram you.
Inside, you are no longer men. You are all women. From this
day forward, you are female. You will only think of
yourself as women."
Again, nods of agreement.
"You have always been women inside. Your true self-image is
female. You have always wished you were a girl, just like
your wife. You want to be with her, but you want to *be*
her too. You *need* to be a girl. You *need* to wear her
clothes. You *need* to feel like her. You *have* to! More
than hunger, more than thirst, you feel your feminine needs
now. It is all that really matters to you."
The men were all in total agreement. Annette's instructions
became more exact, more specific, and more extreme. She
then changed to the incomprehensible language she had used
to put them under. Finally, she came to the front of the
stage.
"When I clap my hands, you will all wake up. You will not
remember being hypnotized. You will only remember that the
show was wonderful and enjoyable. Any critics out there
will remember it as being four stars. The rest of you will
recommend it to your friends. Starting tomorrow, you will
remember your instructions, and your new programming will
kick in."
Annette clapped her hands. The audience blinked, and all
stirred. Annette took a bow, and there was a thunderous
applause! Roses were tossed on the stage. There were three
encores, as the audience adored her, and wanted more and
more! At last the house lights came up, and the crowd filed
out. Ken, Joan, Pete and Betty climbed into the Jeep Grand
Cherokee, and drove to a bar for a nightcap.
"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" asked Joan.
"No, actually I was surprised. It was pretty good." said
Pete.
"Yeah," chimed in Ken. "I never would have thought I'd
enjoy something like that."
"Good," said Betty, "then we can go to the art show next
weekend."
They all laughed, and sipped their coffee drinks.
Part 2: After Effects
I woke up and stretched. I was a little stiff and sore. Not
only had I been crammed into a tiny seat for hours at the
show (as entertaining as it was), but when we got home, the
sex was, um... rather vigorous. I smiled. It was going to
be a good weekend, with nothing on the schedule other than
a few errands that Joan had for me. She always found a
bunch of things to keep me busy. I suspected that she was
afraid that I'd go hang out with the boys if she didn't
keep me busy. Chicks. They were all like that.
Joan was already up, as she normally was. I got up and took
a shower, and pulled my robe on. I saw Joan's panties still
on the floor from last night. I picked them up to throw
them in the hamper. But as my hand brushed against the soft
silky fabric, and the pretty lace on the edges. I became
aroused just thinking of them laying tight against her
pussy. I wondered what it felt like to wear something soft
and silky like that? Without even thinking of it, I started
to pull them on.
"Ken!!" she called out to me from downstairs. "Breakfast is
ready!"
I let go of the waistband, letting the elastic snap against
me. I went downstairs, and gobbled up the bacon and eggs
she had cooked for me. As I arose to get up, I guess the
robe was open too much, because Joan saw what I was wearing
underneath.
"Oh, someone is wearing something naughty." she said
teasingly.
"I... um..." I was at a loss for words.
"Oh silly, its okay! I think it's great. It makes me want
you. Do me, right here!"
We ended up having hot sex in the kitchen. When we were
done, she put the panties back on me.
"Come on, let's go get dressed," she said.
We went upstairs to our walk in closet. I started to reach
for my brown slacks, but my hand held back, and I turned to
her part of the closet (actually, about 85% of it!). I let
my hand brush against one of her black skirts, but she
grabbed me by the wrist, and guided me over to one of her
gray ones.
"Here honey, this will fit you better," she said.
I looked at her thankfully. I took the skirt off of the
hanger, and ran my hands over the soft material. I had
never worn anything pretty like it before, since... it
seemed like I had some time in the distant past, but I
couldn't be certain of when. It was fuzzy and dim, but I
was sure I used to dress like that.
"You had better put on your pantyhose first." she said.
"Of course, what was I thinking?" I said.
Duh! Of course I needed to put them on first. I started to
pull on the tan hose, feeling the smoothness of my skin
against the tight mesh of the fabric.
"I see you shaved your legs this morning." she said.
"No, I used your Nadir." I replied. "You know I prefer it
to shaving."
Once I had the pantyhose on, I stepped into the skirt and
pulled the zipper tight. Yes, that was much better. I felt
so much more comfortable in a skirt. I always had! Joan ran
her hands across my smooth chest.
"Oooh!" she said. "I like how this feels."
She had her Capri pants on, and her bra. She walked over to
her dresser, and came back with one for me too. It was a
white underwire bra, with wide straps. Just what you need
to support large breasts. I put it on. Again, I just felt
*so* much better now that I was wearing one. I felt naked
without a bra, you know.
"Did you see Susan the other day? Matthew is 14 months now,
and she looks so happy. I think she's lost some weight too.
I wish I had a figure like hers!"
"Yes, she told me she's been doing yoga now, and aerobics."
"That sounds like fun. We should do that sometime.
Actually, any time we can do something together its really
special to me," I said.
"Aw, you're so sweet," replied Joan, as she stuffed towels
into my bra.
It now looked like hers now, bulging forward, although she
had real breasts. I stared at her longingly, wishing that I
had breasts as nice as hers. I wished I could be more like
her. She was so wonderful! In fact, I wished I could
actually be her. Aah, that would be so sweet! If I could
only wake up, and be her. Or just like her. And I told her
so.
"I wish I could have breasts like yours. I'm so small! I
wish my chest was like yours."
"Aw honey, you say the sweetest things!" she said.
Now my wife handed me a black turtleneck shirt with long
sleeves. With the gray skirt, it made for a wonderful fall
look. Her burgundy blouse and khaki Capri's were a
contrast, so she needed her black shoes. She picked out a
nice pair for me, but they were just too small.
"Aw honey, these would go so well with your outfit, but
you're not going to fit into them."
"That's okay, we can always go to the mall and find a few
pairs for me" I said.
"And some new ones for me too!" she said.
"A girl can never have too many pairs of shoes!" I replied,
as we both laughed.
***
After we put on our makeup, we drove her black VW Jetta to
the mall. Her car was so much cuter than my stupid Jeep. I
don't know why I ever bought a large SUV. I should have
bought a Saturn, or a car like Joan's. I should trade it
in.
At the mall, we went to a couple of shoe stores. The first
two didn't even have any women's shoes in my size! Of all
the nerve! What was wrong with them? At least the third
store had a couple of pairs, although I was very
disappointed that they didn't have any in the latest
styles. But at least I found one pair, which went with my
current outfit.
It was weird how people kept staring at us. It must have
been that they were jealous of how close we were together,
walking arm in arm, stopping to kiss. We went to a couple
of other stores, and I found a cool purse. Joan only had
three of them, and she didn't want me to use the 'fall' one
she had now. And the other two just would not do. But we
were lucky, and the DKNY bags were on sale! I also couldn't
resist, and I bought two dresses, a skirt, two sweaters, a
pair of pants, and a cute little backless halter top with
tiny little straps. I couldn't wait to wear it!
***
Back home, we did some chores around the house, and decided
to go out and see a movie. Joan went online to look at the
movie schedule, while I finished the dishes.
"Honey, come here quick!" she said.
I turned around, my skirt twirling, and dashed over to see
her.
"What is it?" I asked excitedly.
"Look here online," she said. "I found the coolest web
site."
It was called the Glamour Boutique, and it had all the
things I was looking for, like cool shoes in larger sizes!
There were also breast forms, so while it wasn't real, I
could at least have something in the right size, shape, and
weight. I couldn't resist, and also picked out a wig. I
could not wait for the shipment to arrive! If only they had
a location in the local mall. I would have drove down right
away.
We went out to see the show, then went out for coffee
after. We were spending the whole weekend together, and it
was just so wonderful! We were closer than ever, and things
kept getting better and better.
***
It took three long days before my package arrived. But when
it did, I tore into it. I just couldn't wait to put my
shoes on! They were so cool. And in my size! The way they
completed the look of my outfits. You can have the nicest
clothes, but if you don't have the right shoes, it just
ruins everything. You just don't feel right! You can't ever
tell this to a man though, they just don't get it! But
every woman knows what I mean.
Next, we went upstairs, and I put on my wig. Wow! I looked
so much better with long hair! It made my face look so much
more pretty. Aah, to be pretty! I had shivers up and down
my spine, knowing that *I* was pretty. It just made me feel
so much better! I felt special. I felt *right*. I was going
to let my hair grow out until it got as long.
Now I took my top off, and my bra. I rubbed the red strap
marks on my shoulders. They made me smile for some reason.
Joan showed me how to put the breast forms on, and my bra.
Now I had not only the right shape for my boobs, but they
had some weight to them! The bra kept riding up on me with
just the towels in it. But now that my boobs had some
weight, I could feel the straps pulling down. It would stay
in place now! And it felt like something, which had been
missing, was there now. I prayed that one day I would have
real breasts this big. I put my top back on, but as I
buttoned it up, Joan came over to me.
"Look silly, your hair is caught. You need to pull it out
before you close up your blouse."
"Oops, I'll have to remember. Thank you honey."
"It's okay. I made the same mistake when *I* was a little
girl, when I first grew my hair long."
In the murky depths of my memory, I seemed to remember the
same thing myself. I had a vague memory of wearing my hair
up, to get it out of the way. Why couldn't I remember my
girlhood?
"Joan, I feel so upset. I've been trying to remember my
girlhood, but it all seems so vague and dim. What's wrong
with me? I know how to put on clothes when my hair is long,
but it's like the memories are just below the surface. I
feel so stupid that I can't remember."
I was in tears.
"There, there dear, listen. Why don't we do some of the
things that all little girls do? We can play some games,
read some books, jacks, dolls... whatever we want. Perhaps
that will help you."
I smiled through my tears. She cared so much! I loved her
so much! She was such a loving caring person. I knew why I
wanted to be a woman like her, she was so wonderful. What
better role model could I ever have?
We spent that night playing with her dolls, having a tea
party, holding a seance, braiding each other's hair,
talking about boys and giggling. We bonded even more. I
felt so close to her! She really was my best friend, my
girlfriend, my everything. I loved her so! We held hands,
sipped wine, and talked, long into the night.
***
Joan had suggested that we go out with the Eastmans that
weekend. We made reservations for Friday night, at a nice
seafood restaurant. We arrived at 7:45, and were promptly
seated. I was wearing my new blue suit, with a blazer and
skirt. I had my hair up, with the cute little hair clip we
found at the mall. I also wore Joan's good pearls for the
occasion.
The Eastmans arrived about five minutes after we did, and I
was shocked! Betty was her usual causal self, but Pete made
my draw drop. He looked like a woman! Instead of his normal
self, he was wearing a dress! He had long hair, earrings (I
was jealous... they were prettier than mine), and had the
cutest little pumps on. What in the world had happened to
him???
"Pete!" I said in shock.
"It's Patricia," he said. "But Ken, what in the world has
happened to you?"
"Ken? I'm Kerry," I said. "Who's Ken?"
We looked at each other for a moment.
"I just love your shoes! Are those Etienne Aigners? Where
did you get them?"
"I found them online. They have a web site, you know. Look
at your outfit. It's so cute! I love that shade of blue. It
brings out your eyes."
"Thank you!" I said.
Betty and Joan laughed.
"Will you two stop admiring each other, and pay attention
to us too?" said Betty.
I looked at Joan and smiled. Women could get so jealous
when a bunch of us got together. But it would be quickly
forgotten, and we would have a lot of fun together before
the night was done. We ordered wine, and I pulled my
estrogen pills out of my purse. I needed to take them three
times a day to make up for my hormonal deficiency. My OB-
GYN had me on them now, and birth control pills, so I could
get my system back to normal. And in times, my boobs would
grow! Joan didn't want me to get implants; she said that
they wouldn't feel right when she fondled me. So I would
have to bide my time, and wait.
"So," I said, "I see that The Amazing Annette is coming
again in the spring. Do you all want to get tickets to see
her again?"
"Yes!" said Patricia. "I loved that show."
"Me too!"
"And me."
"It looks like we're all 'caught up in Annette'," I said,
which made us all laugh...
Sherry
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