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Anna had started her day at the store in a funk; not quite depressed, but certainly not excited to be there. She usually enjoyed her job and liked to help customers. Finally by mid-morning, she hit a brighter spot. Anna giggled lightly as the slim man looked over the display of matching soft-cup bras and panties. He looked slightly out of place, even with his long hair braided and tied off with a bright pink bow, the tight sleeveless shift dress in a gaudy pink-themed print, and moderate high-heel pumps, again in pink. Although it was a common sight now, she hadn't quite got used to how open the older men were to expressing their changing desires. Because her mother and father had divorced when she was a pre-teen she had seen her mom, Marcy, go through her change, as her sex hormones decreased and her body responded appropriately. She understood how the lower levels caused a slight change in behavior and the fluctuations in levels produced hot flashes and emotional mood swings. But she hadn't seen her dad go through the change, as he only visited her once a month when she was younger and she hadn't seen him in a few years. So her experiences had been limited to her work at the department store. Her mom had worked there for a long time, and when Anna needed short-time work over school breaks, she was able to get Anna on temporarily; usually in the lingerie department. The first time she waited on a man who was buying lingerie she was really puzzled and asked her mom about it that night at dinner. Marcy explained matter-of-factly, that for many men as they got older their testosterone levels would decline rapidly. They would drop so low and fast that the small amount of female hormones their bodies still produced would overtake the male hormones, and cause a shift in the man's orientation. This shift was not only a change that affected how they saw themselves, but actually produced physical changes as well. The man's breasts would now be getting regular doses of estrogen and progesterone, and much like a teenage girl's did, their breast tissue would get tender and enlarge as the body stored fat around the glands. For some men, the reaction was minor and not even noticeable, but for others their breasts would grow quite large; again like a girl, the size of the man's new bust would often mimic that of their mother as it was a genetic trait like hair or eye color. The change in body shape could be extended to a man getting slightly wider hips, a rounded butt, narrower waist, softer facial skin, and a lack of body hair growth, although not to a degree that they would have if they had never been exposed to high levels of testosterone. This was assuming they didn't put on a lot of weight either. The physical changes were almost always accompanied by psychological changes too. The men experienced a desire to appear and act more feminine. Again the range of their expression varied a lot, so for some men it became an obsession to appear feminine to match this new emotional state. Years ago, this male change was not talked about openly or men took synthetic testosterone to delay it. But society had adjusted and now it was an accepted fact that older men could feel an overwhelming desire to express their new feminine feelings. They would want to look more and more like a genetic female. So like women who had adjusted to a diminishing impact of their female hormones by becoming more gender neutral or even slightly masculine, older men now had accepted their fate of becoming more feminine. Most wives encouraged this change and some say took advantage of it. The women said it was more than appropriate that their spouses learn to wear bras to support their developing breasts, shave or wax their thinning body hair so they were smooth, learn how to use cosmetics and wrinkle cr?me to highlight and preserve their softening faces, and display other accoutrements of a feminized appearance. The shift was not just limited to appearance, but it was becoming a societal trend that the feminized men were expected to relieve their wives from domestic duties. Retired men now faced the expectations that they become the homemaker, to clean and cook for their wives as proof that they accepted their new feminized status; women reasoned it was only fair that men take over for them at that stage of life. But the change almost always started with the men routinely wearing only feminine gender clothing, including items that modern women no longer wore. Anna had seen more than one wife bring their husband into her department to try on girdles, waist cinchers, and even the corsets that the department store now carried. She found it amusing that in practical terms, women had long ago stopped wearing these foundations themselves as they became more empowered, but now insisted that men needed them. Men were encouraged to wear push-up style bras with appropriate pads to create cleavage, as well as sexy little panties that had plenty of fabric to cover the now shrinking size of the man's penis. It had also become a fashion trend for men's panty styles to include a small tube of fabric sewn into the crotch. Men had to wiggle their little cocks into these tubes, which effectively kept the penis pulled back between their legs. The move also encouraged the man's smaller testicles to slip back into the sockets nature had provided him before testosterone caused the balls to develop and drop from his body cavity into his sack. It was as if fashion was pushing them back in time to before they were fully men and reversing the course of their development. The societal process showed little chance of ending, in fact the latest wrinkle was to remove the older men's testicles as a further way of cementing their change. It was common enough that it had become a standard practice for OB-GYN doctors. Entire clothing lines had been designed for these changing men, so that a lingerie department now including male as well as female sections. The changes men experienced were also displayed in other attire of course. After a certain age, you almost never saw a man in pants any more. They were encouraged to wear skirts, dresses, or at most extremely short shorts. Their shoe styles changed as well; almost every older man now wore only heels. Wives, daughters, or girlfriends insisted they learn to walk in 3-, 4-, or even 5-inch heels. Seeing a man stride down the street, wiggling his ass under a tight short skirt, with silky hose on his legs and impossibly high heels was a routine occurrence. Almost every fashion foisted on teenage girls' decades ago was revised to be almost mandatory for older men. It was amusing to see them try out all kinds of cosmetics, get their ears pierced, dye and curl their hair, and beg to be allowed to wear the hottest fashion trends, like micro-mini skirts or carry the latest fancy handbags. After a life time of wearing fairly bland clothes with little color, men were pressured into wearing revealing and fancy attire in bright colors; pink was usually an early favorite color for transitioning men. Behavior and interests were also expected to change. Men were cautioned to defer to their wives now, be supportive, and let the women take the lead in making decisions. It was not unusual for men to be relieved of their financial power, as retirement accounts and pensions were routinely assigned to the wife. Divorce had become limited as well, only females could initiate one and courts routinely punished men financially if they had failed to please. These legal requirements might seem odd, but given that more than 75% of the government representatives were women now and there hadn't been a male president in over 30 years, the direction that the laws had taken were easily understood. Women saw themselves as the leaders of society and the changes were in a direction that made sense to them. The change affected recreational interests as well. Fashion easily replaced sports for these men, and they seemed obsessed with having the cutest and newest looks. Not surprisingly, it almost seemed that the change for men was proportional to the degree to which women now avoided or limited their fashion extremes. A woman was much more likely to prefer a nice tailored pair of pants, matched blazer, with comfortable flat shoes than a tight dress, heels and an ornate purse. The same trend occurred with using cosmetics and styling their hair. Society had determined that a switch in roles with age was a fair and beneficial trend. In fact most women made these changes in their attire soon after marriage and certainly professional styles were far more sedate than years ago. Society was quick to recognize the change as well. In fact a whole new jargon evolved to describe the older man who had changed to a feminized appearance as a result of low testosterone. They were no longer called Mr. Jones, but Msst. Jones. Officially they were now lomen, not quite women, but no longer men; it reflected that they were low testosterone men. But they were usually referred to as nu-girls as a kind of slang term, since for most of them they were totally new to all of these feminine requirements. Of course, some older men tried to combat the change using hormone injections, but pharmaceutical companies didn't really make much of the synthetic testosterone any longer and had in fact found a more lucrative market in supplemental female hormones that many women gave their spouses to help speed the process along. Because most women now worked as equals in the job market, the majority enjoyed converting their spouses to this new state so that they would be free from domestic responsibilities when they both retired. The acceptance by society extended to a whole industry aimed at helping these newly feminized men adjust to their new role by offering classes in 'lomenly' skills, including sewing, embroidery, culinary arts, etiquette, and cosmetology. Domestic arts was almost a requirement; classes focused on how to clean, cook, and in generally be a 'well-behaved' nu-girl husband. A well-respected wife expected her spouse now to be able to keep her home in perfect condition so that when she had guests the woman could be proud as he served them. So Anna had seen many older men come to her department, but she still found it amusing, especially if they were unaccompanied by their wives. They just were so lost, with no clue at first as to what to do or buy. Heading over to where the slim man stood in front of the display, dreamily looking at the soft cup bra, she offered to help. "Good morning Msst., may I help you?" "Oh hello, mam, I was just looking for some under garments. My wife tells me I need to buy a few items to help my transition. I was thinking these brassiere styles looked good. They feel very comfortable." "I see; yes they are very nice. But those are designed for women. Your bra style will have a wire support and likely some padding to help you get the proper shape. I can show you what you need in the nu-girl's section in the back, over there. Why don't we go look to see if we can find what you need? Can I assume you've not bought your own lingerie before?" "Yes mam, I've never worn them before. My wife thought it was time for me to change. She even insisted I started taking supplements to accelerate the process. That is one reason I liked these bras, as my br ..., err my chest I mean; I am starting to be sensitive there now. Plus they are pink. She wants me to wear a lot of that color now." "You mean your breasts are sore? It's okay; you can call them that. You will need to get comfortable with the fact that you will have them from now on. It is very common for both your nipples and breasts to be sore and tender as they grow, but to be supported properly, it is generally recommended that you have a wire-frame style. I assume then, that you've never been fitted for a bra?" "Right again. Like I said this is all new to me. I really didn't think I was ready for the change, but Darla, that's my wife insisted. She said both of her sisters' husbands had done fine and I think she was a bit jealous that her sisters' were free of their household duties. I told her it was because they were older but she wouldn't hear it. She took me to her OB-GYN office and they agreed that I could go on the supplements, even if it was a little early." "I see, well I'm sure you will love the change. It can be so exciting to learn new things. How long have you been supplemented?" "I started about 7 months ago, but I really noticed changes in the past month. That's why Darla sent me here." "Okay, tell you what, how about I show you one of our standard ensembles that most nu-girls begin with and if that looks okay we can go get you fitted in our changing area; does that sound like a plan? I can put together a whole look in pink, too. Just follow me back to the nu-girls' area. By the way, my name is Anna, what's yours?" "Nice to meet you Ms. Anna, my name was Gene, but Darla wants me to go by Ginger now. I've got an appointment to get my hair done next week and she wants me to get a nice coppery red color to go with my light complexion and green eyes. She said I should have a more appropriate name from now on." "Well Ginger is a pretty name and I'm sure you will love it. I expect you'll look darling with red hair too." Anna turned and started walking toward the lomen section. Even though she had not waited on a lot of the older male customers, she learned pretty quickly that they were quite docile and you just needed to be forceful with them. If you wanted them to do something, just tell them or better yet ask a rhetorical question and go ahead and do it; they would follow your lead. Once in the right area, she turned to face the bewildered man, who had followed her as she expected. She picked up a bra from the rack. It was a soft pink, covered in lace. A demi-bra style with a thick metal wire circling under each cup and lots of gel padding to create a sort of shelf for the breasts to rest on; it would create lots of cleavage. Although pretty, it would not be as comfortable as the soft cup style he had looked at before. Comfort was not something inherent in most of the lingerie designed for nu-girls. "Let's start with this bra. It is part of a collection called 'New Horizons' and is designed for transitioning customers like you. The cups will give you all the support you need, plus allow you to show off your new bosom. It has a matching thong panty, a long-leg shaper, and full or half-slip, so you can be totally coordinated. I'm sure your wife has told you that proper under garments are important to achieving the desired appearance for your new look. The nice thing is that the collection also has a range of styles that also match, so you can go to a more dramatic push-up bra style or strapless longline if your bust increases. I'll be glad to help you fit these items, but I need to measure you first. Just follow me over to the fitting area so we can let you try on one of these lovely bras." Anna saw the man blush as she showed him the bra. It was obvious he hadn't quite made the adjustment yet to his new life. But he dutifully followed her over to the fitting area. Unlike the women's section of the lingerie department which had private dressing rooms with doors, an upholstered chair, hangers, and full-length mirrors, the fitting area for lomen was limited to a couple of stalls. Each stall had side-panels that began at knee height, but only went up to about shoulder level giving limited privacy. There was no mirror, a small shelf attached to the back panel replaced the chair, with only a hook for his clothes, and instead of a door each stall had only a curtain. Anna had learned from the other clerks that it was best to keep the curtain pulled aside and the store had installed a lockable latch to prevent the customers from pulling it across the opening. The official position was that this prevented shop-lifting, but the reality was it was just part of the accepted view that nu-girls didn't deserve the kind of perks that women received. As he stepped in the small stall, he looked around in a bit of a panic about how open the fitting room was. He looked up at Anna with a worried expression. "Isn't there some place a little more private? I was expecting a room with a door." "No, this is your area. Go ahead and get undressed. I'll go get my measuring tape." She turned and left without any chance for him to complain further. Without any options, he unzipped his dress, and slipped out of his shoes, which left him standing there in a plain beige bikini panty, his arms folded across his chest. Anna returned quickly with a cloth measuring tape and a form to write down his sizes. It was store policy that she fill out a form for every lomen, so they would have a record of their lingerie sizes. Smiling, Anna looked over Ginger's body. The supplements had obviously been effective as she could see his smooth, soft body. He had already removed all his body hair. Even though he was trying to hide them, she could also see he had quite large breasts and the curves under his plain panty indicated his bottom had probably grown from them as well. There was no mistaking his embarrassment at being so exposed in front of essential a total stranger, but again Anna had learned that she needn't worry about that. Nu-girls needed to learn that their new bodies were something to show off rather than hide. "Well let's get started. I'll measure you first and then go pick out lingerie to try on. But first I need you to take off your panty. I'll have to measure your hips too. Were you fitted for the panty?" "No, Darla gave me some of her old ones until she felt I had developed enough for my own lingerie. Is it really necessary to remove my underwear just to measure my hips?" "Yes, of course, but I'll need to measure your penis too. Nu-girl panties all come with a comfort tube that will keep everything in place. But don't be shy I've worked with lots of first timers." When Anna had given him the order to remove his panty, Ginger had immediately blushed. He quickly glanced around and realized there was no good option. If he sat down to slide his panty down his legs, his bottom would be partially visible under the side panel; if he bent over to slide them off, then Anna would have an interesting view of him and his backside. He quickly decided to just slide them down his legs. As he stepped out of them, he held the panty in his hand, not quite sure what to do with it. Anna saw his confusion and motioned for him to just put them in his pumps. Straightening back up, Ginger again faced a dilemma; he could either hide his genitals or his breasts, or both only partially. He choose what matter most, and put his hands together awkwardly in front of his penis. Anna now had an unobstructed view of his breasts and could see that indeed they were developing quite nicely. In fact she had never seen a first-time nu-girl with larger ones. But she had a required order to go through in measuring him and those would come later. The older clerks had told her to be sure to measure any nu- girl's privates first. It was especially important for a first-timer. They had told her if you break them in properly, they will always be compliant customers and in fact they needed to get used to being ordered around by women, even if was extremely humiliating. They assured her that the women responsible for the nu-girl would also appreciate her approach. So Anna followed her protocol, smiling broadly as she spoke to him. "Ginger, you don't need to be shy in front of me. Just think of me as an older sister or maybe an Aunt, who's going to help you learn all about your new role. We need to start by measuring your penis. The panties in the New Horizon collection all come with a comfort tube, so I need to know your size. It might be easier if you just put your hands on your head for a few minutes until I tell you otherwise." They both realized that her analogy of an older sister or Aunt was amusing as she was clearly 30 or so years younger than Ginger. He was hesitant to do as she said, but as Anna glared at him, he reluctantly placed both hands on top of his head. When he did so, the clerk smiled again and began to put on some thin rubber gloves. Once she had those on, she took the measuring tape and got his penal length, roughly pulling on it and rolling his testicles around in her gloved hand. She made notes after this, making him think those actions were part of his fitting. In truth, that was a technique that the clerks added to the protocol to help the customer be more compliant. Anna could tell he had been on supplements for some time, as there was no reaction to her stimulation of his genitals, something younger men would show immediately. She proceeded to get all the necessary measurements including hips, waist, bust, and cup size. She included the rise and torso length as these could be important for fitting his girdle, depending on style. Anna did notice that when she placed the tape across his breasts, that his nipples reacted quickly, again confirming the effectiveness of the supplements. His hands had remained on his head the whole time except when she measured him for his bra, but after she had those she had him place them back on his head again. Anna had to show a bit of control at that point to keep from giggling, because he was plainly confused as to why, since she was done measuring. She took his actions as a good sign that the protocol was working. As she finished, she noticed his eyes dart around and she heard other customers come into the department. These customers were women shopping for their own nu-girls. Anna pleasantly asked if they needed any help, but they assured her they were fine and didn't need her help. Anna took this opportunity to get the sizes that would fit Ginger. Stepping away from the stall, she could see the panic fill his eyes, as his nude body was exposed to the other shoppers. He started to move his hands. "Ginger, honey just keep your hands up for me, okay? I'll just be a minute getting the proper sizes for you and then we can see how your new lingerie fits." The rhetorical question again required no answer and Anna strode purposely toward the racks of underwear. Her movement and conversation caught the eyes of the women shoppers who openly smirked at the sight of Ginger standing there in his stall. He obviously knew they had seen him, as a red flush extended from his face down on to his upper chest. He knew he was no longer big down there as the supplements had shrunk his genitals considerably and the tiny, narrow triangle of sculpted pubic hair above his cock looked like an arrow pointing to them. He also couldn't figure out why he had to keep his hands up, but she seemed adamant about it. In reality there was no reason, other than the instructions the older clerks had given Anna; they knew it would help break down the novice nu-girl so he would be more compliant. Luckily the clerk returned after only a few minutes, her hands full of garments. Anna placed the garments on a small table outside the stall and held a thong panty up for Ginger to see. "Ginger this style of panty will be very suitable for your new condition. Based on your hips and waist, you're a size 6. Nu-girl panties also are sized for the comfort tube, based on your length and girth; larger sizes are Y and Z, small sizes are W and X. So your panty size is now a 6-ww, meaning you are quite far along in your transition. I wouldn't expect you to get much bigger around your hips, but if you shrink a little more you might fall to a www; that's our smallest size tube. For large comfort tubes, they use cotton or nylon, but once you are in the small category, the tube is made of a stretchy spandex and the very small sizes use an additional ring of elastic at the back of the tube. That will help you stay in the tube no matter how active you are. It also makes it easier to go to the bathroom without taking it out of the tube. Just slip this up your legs and I'll show you the easiest way to put it on." Anna could see the poor man was embarrassed beyond belief by her description. She figured at one point he was likely average in size, but now a total stranger had told him his cock size was at the edge of very small. She watched intently as he stepped into the panty and pulled it up until it rested right below his hips. At that point she reached out and touched his hip, indicating he should stop. With her gloved hands she grabbed his limp cock; the left one positioned it so the head was at the top of the tube. She inserted her thumb and two fingers of her right hand into the tube from the back and grabbed the head of his cock. As she began to pull the cock into the tube, she removed her left hand from his penis and used it to pull the front panel of the panty up toward his navel. Once she had the head of his penis past the back of the tube she released it; the tight elastic band constricted so it fit tightly on his shaft just behind the cock head. She then pulled the panty all the way up so the back strap was taut between his cheeks and the waist band was level. That action finished pulling his cock back between his legs and the pressure forced his small balls into his body cavity. The result was a flat smooth front. Stepping back she looked to see if everything was in place. The front panel covered in lace sat right below his navel. The side and rear straps, covered in frilly lace were joined together by a small lace triangle that sat right at the top of his butt crack. The lace design was very sexy looking, but as Ginger would soon find out, the lace frills along the straps tended to be very irritating, especially when you walked. Again nu-girl fashions were aimed more at appearance than comfort. With his panty in place, Anna picked up the bra. "Now bras are sized similarly to your panty. They have a band size, indicating your chest measurement which for you is a 36. They also have a cup size based on the difference between your bust measurement and your band size; you are a B cup. So like the panty, your complete size is 36-B. I have to compliment you; I think you are the most developed novice I've ever fitted. It is unusual for a nu-girl to be a B cup so soon. I'd think you'd be happy about your wives choice to have you supplemented. The easiest way to put on your new bra is to just slide your arms through the straps, reach around and hook it in the back, then lean forward so your breasts can fall in the cup. After they've done that, you might reach under them to be sure the entire breast is on top of the gel pads so you have maximum cleavage. The final step is to adjust your shoulder straps to make the breast band level." Anna then watched as Ginger did as instructed. When he was done another flush of embarrassment covered his face as he realized how much cleavage the bra gave him and emphasized his full breasts. She could see him try to adjust the cups, as the wire supports dug into his skin. It was necessary for the band to be tight to get the maximum push upward which meant the wires would be pressed into the sensitive skin right below the breast. She chuckled inwardly; glad that fashions for females no longer featured cleavage. But as a good clerk, she needed to comfort Ginger at this time of transition. "It takes a bit of time to get used to your new bra. But don't worry you'll soon forget about the wire support as you adjust to the pressure there. I'm sure you'd agree that a little discomfort is worth the sexy look the bra gives you. With you bra in place, we just need to get your shaper fitted. I'm pretty sure this size, a medium, will work for you. Based on your waist and hip measurements you could have used a large or medium. The smaller size will be tight, but again it won't take you long to get used to it. Most wives insist that their nu-girls wear one all the time, so you might as well start with a tighter model. The New Horizon girdle is a lovely design, featuring both a long leg style to shape your new larger thighs and a built-in waist cincher to help you get the hourglass figure most desirable. This model also features garters so you can wear stockings rather than pantyhose. It is fairly straight forward to put on, just pull it up your legs until it is over your hips; then we can fasten the cincher part." Anna watched the befuddled man step in and pull the girdle up his legs. The tight spandex fabric clung to him and the smaller size made it a bit of a struggle to work it all the way over his hips. The gyrations he was going through in the stall where obvious to the two women customers who were still shopping and you could hear them exchange a few remarks about Ginger. Once he had the brief section firmly in place, Anna stepped in to show him how to do the cincher. It featured six wire stays, similar in size to his bra wires that ran from just above his hips to the top of the garment. The cincher was closed using two parts, a hook-and-eye design that was next to his skin and then an outer covering that was zipped over the closure to give a smoother surface. Between the two fasteners and the stays, the cincher reduced his waist size by nearly 3 inches. She could see how shocked Ginger was at the tight restrictive feeling the girdle produced. It made breathing a bit hard, and felt like he was being crushed. Looking up at Anna, he had a helpless look in his eyes. "Are you sure this is the right size? I mean it is so tight, I can't imagine wearing it for any time at all. How about I try the large to see how it fits, or maybe another design without the cincher. I think I'll pass out if I don't get it off soon." Anna chuckled again, this time audibly and got a reaction from Ginger. She motioned for him to lift his arms slightly and she quickly used a cloth tape measure to get his bust, waist, and hip sizes. Smiling she lifted her gaze from the tape to his face. "I know you might not think you can wear it for long, but it does exactly what is designed to do. You now have a very attractive 38-28-36 figure, something a lot of nu-girls can never reach. I think once you see how you look in the mirror you'll realize a little discomfort is well worth it. Plus, I'm positive your wife will be very pleased too. All we have to do now is put on some stockings. If you've never worn hose before, just roll them up so that you can put your toes in the end and then work the material up your leg. Once you have them all stretched out, just peel back the lace trim of the bottom of your girdle leg to expose the garters; there are three per leg on the New Horizon styles. I'll show you how to attach the hose to the garter. I think you'll love wearing hose as much as there rest of your lingerie. You have to learn to move carefully so you don't snag them or create a run, but they make your legs look fabulous." Anna gave him a pair of pale gray stockings, figuring they would work well with the pink shoes and shift he had worn in to her department. He was able to work them up his legs, although trying to remain perched on the narrow shelf that the stall had for a seat was harder than it looked. It took just a minute to show him how to snap the hose into the garter and soon he was finished. She indicated he should put on his pumps and he removed his old panty and put them on. "Now that you have it all on, let's go to the mirrors so you can see how pretty they make you. I imagine you'll want to wear a half-slip with the dress you have here, but I want you to see the how the shaper produces such a nice line for you that you can put the slip on after we look in the mirrors." Anna stepped away from the stall, turning toward the middle of the department where a bank of three-way mirrors was set up. Ginger was hesitant to step out of the stall dressed only in his new lingerie, but he had learned by now, that it was best to do as the clerk said. He walked slowly in her wake, trying to adjust to array of new sensations. With each step, he could see his uplifted breasts bounce in the bra, looking like they were going to pop out. He tried to stand as straight up as possible so they might remain in the cups. The tight grip of the girdle, squeezing his waist and constricting across his hips both limited his breathing and the range of motion, so he had to take smaller, slower strides than usual. Finally, the way the thong held his small cock tucked tightly between his legs felt unnatural plus the frilled strap wedged between his cheeks rubbed with every step. He also was glancing around to see if he was being watched, as he felt almost as exposed as standing nude in the stall. He finally reached the mirrors, where the clerk stood waiting for him. He clumsily had held on to his old panty, again not being sure what to do with it. Anna could see in his face the realization that his reflected image meant. She had seen this moment of clarity before. When the nu-girl finally understood what their new life would be like. For Ginger, she could see his embarrassment at how big his breasts now looked. Before, he probably rationalized them as only being slightly bigger but laid out in the push up demi-bra there was no hiding their size. Also he likely realized that once his wife saw how the girdle shaped his waist and hips that he would be wearing one forever. The New Horizon style was especially good for this. The spandex material of most of the girdle was sheer; so sheer that his thong was visible underneath it. Only areas covered by the wide bands of lace around each leg and the diamond-shaped lace panel in front were opaque enough to hide anything. It was kind of amazing that something so controlling could be so transparent. Seeing the docile man standing there was also confirmation that she was doing the right thing. Then something caught her eye that made her smile even more. "Oh my gosh! Ginger, do you see it? Look between your legs, your shaper is creating a thigh gap for you. Because of the comfort tube of your thong and the tight material around each leg, you now have a gap at the top of your legs. I don't think I've ever seen such a gap so early in a nu-girls transition. You may not know it, but such a gap was once a goal of many young girls and women. To have one as a novice is a big accomplishment for you. Be sure to show your wife." He looked down toward his crotch, trying to see this elusive gap that had so impressed Anna, but was still bewildered by it. Ginger looked at him, his confusion showing on his face. Seeing he was lost, she reached forward and was able to run three fingers easily between his legs, slightly brushing his body where his cock was tucked. As he saw what she was talking about, his face flushed a bright red, probably the brightest of the day. Although he didn't quite know why it was so special, what he did know was that the gap was formerly occupied by his cock and balls and now nothing remained visible of them. Seizing this as perhaps his last opportunity, Ginger spoke up. "I see what you mean, but isn't that gap just a sign that the shaper is too small? I shouldn't really have open space there and given how tight the shaper feels, I think it means I need a larger size. Don't you agree that I should at least try on a bigger one?" "Not in your life. Given how big your butt has gotten lately, I think the saleslady did what she was supposed to do and squeeze you into the smallest size that you could fit into. I don't want you to continue to jiggle around when you walk and the fact that you now have a space between your legs just means the supplements have done the job for which they were intended." The booming voice caught both Anna and Ginger off guard and they turned to see who it was. Ginger immediately cast his eyes downward as he recognized his wife, Darla walking toward them. Anna quickly surmised who she was. Smiling broadly she welcomed her and asked if his new lingerie looked acceptable. "Yes, I love his new look. I knew he certainly had the potential for a big change, but to see it before my eyes is especially rewarding. I know his mother and sisters, as well as my family were supportive of his change, but again I suspect everyone will be pleasantly surprised at how well it turned out. I trust Ginger was receptive to your suggestions. He can be a bit of a whiner, but deep down he knows this is right. His gynecologist, Dr. McKay felt he would respond to being supplemented and she was certainly right. Looking at his boobs, I can imagine he might reach the size of his mother; she's at least a D-cup. I assume these matching styles include bras that go that large? Normally I would expect it to be a while before Ginger would need a bigger size, but Dr. McKay and I just talked, and she agreed that my desire to have him completed would be a good next step." The poor man had dutifully listened to his wife describe his new look and how he was beginning to resemble his mom. He had silently whispered hello dear and nodded his head to his wife when she appeared and began speaking, but hadn't interrupted as he had been trained to be silent unless asked a question. His greatest disappointment at first had been her enthusiastic acceptance of his tight girdle, but her last statement about being completed stunned him. That was a euphemism for having a man's testicles removed. Although he had been on supplements for months, he had secretly harbored a dream of going back to his normal masculine appearance. If they cut off his balls, then that dream would certainly be over. He couldn't hold back any longer. "Ms. Darla, I hadn't heard anything before about such a radical step as completion. That is going a bit far don't you think? I mean, it is something you just can't reverse. I didn't think I was ready for that step just yet." "Now Ginger don't get sassy with me about this; Dr. McKay thought it was a logical given how far you've come with supplements. That amount of feminine hormone has certainly destroyed your male sex glands by now anyway. It's certainly been months since you've had the slightest hint of an erection and you can't deny that you look more like a female than a male. I thought you had fully accepted your nu-girl role, like your brother-in-laws. Anyway, here and now is no place for such a discussion. What I want you to do, is go back in the dressing room, cut the tags off your new underwear and put your dress back on. Oh and you can throw away that old panty. You'll be in nu-girl styles from now on. I'm going to pick out a couple more matching sets so you can wear these all the time and then we need to go home." With that proclamation, Darla was done talking and Anna watched the man head back to the changing stall to do as he was told. She had seen this a few times before. The moment when a man fully realizes is a loman now; that his life will be as a nu-girl from now on. It can seem kind of sad, but she knew in the long run it was for the best. Men, who no longer produced enough testosterone on their own, would be stuck in a limbo land, neither a full male nor female. But they could become cute nu- girls by being supplemented and even completed. With new household responsibilities and a whole world of new fashions choices, Anna was convinced that the process was an improvement for any man. While she tumbled these thoughts in her head, she helped his wife pick out a couple more matching sets of New Horizon collection, and after ringing it all up, watched the couple leave. She wrote down her sales totals, even though she didn't get a commission. It was pleasing to her to realize how many nu-girls she had helped in her job. As she made her notes, a figure caught her eye as he approached from the side and she was about ready to greet another customer when he spoke. The sound was startling as he said her name; that wasn't unusual, but the voice was familiar. It was her father. "Hello, Anna." "Dad, what a surprise, what brings you here? Are you okay?" "Oh, I'm fine. I just called the house and your mother told me you were working here today, so I thought I would just see you here." Anna had asked how he was, because they hadn't spoken in months and she feared something was wrong. He was in good health, but getting older and she couldn't really think of another reason for him to want to see her. He had come by often right after he divorced her mom, but as Anna got older, the visits became more and more infrequent. At first she was totally confused by the change in her family. But gradually she began to understand how unusual a divorce was and the fact that he had left her and her mother in a financial pinch made their visits awkward. Finally once she became a teenager, he only talked with her on her birthday. So she had immediately feared something bad when she saw him. Now that she knew he was okay, her curiosity was peaked. What was he here for? "Well if you're fine, then what's up? I mean I haven't seen you in years. What's changed?" "Well, you know I felt awkward seeing you around your mother, so meeting you here seemed like a good idea. But the main reason I needed to come by was that I am scheduled to retire in six months. I had my first meeting with our companies' HR retirement specialist and I need to set up the forms to handle my pension. I was surprised by the requirement, but it appears that I will need a female signature to receive my retirement checks. Normally a wife would sign, but since I'm single and you are the closest female relative, then I need you to sign. It shouldn't take long, as there are only a few papers." As he described the situation, everything became clear to Anna about why he was here. The law was very strict about retirement and pensions. The thought was that men as they changed became less capable of handling finances and especially making decisions. So it was required that to receive a pension, a woman must agree to help the man manage his new funds. Without a signature, a man could not get the checks. As he said that would usually be his wife, but that was not an option for him. But Anna also realized what her father was trying to do and she would have no part in it. "So you are starting the change, how wonderful for you. This will be an exciting time with lots of new experiences. I'll be glad to help you with your whole transition. " "Oh, I won't need to do all that; I'll just need you to fill in this paper work. I had my last physical at work, and my testosterone level is still very high, so I'm not one of those lomen. This is just a legal requirement." "I see. But aren't you meeting with a gynecologist? I thought that was part of the process too." "Yes, the company doctor did assign me one and I have a meeting next week. But that is also just a formality, as I have no need really to see one. The only real requirement is to deal with my pension check." "I understand now. You know I haven't had much chance to talk with you the past few years, so I wasn't really prepared for this role. I guess I had forgotten you were so close to retirement. What we really need to do is meet with the bank, don't we? The standard way to handle retirement checks is to have them deposited into an account managed by the wife or in your case me. With the account set up, I can make sure your bills are covered and even assign you a nice allowance to cover frivolous needs. That is the way the legal system makes sure your change to a nu-girl doesn't get you into financial trouble. I'll call my bank and set up an appointment so we can meet together with them and cover everything. I can sign your company papers then. Also, I think it would be a good idea for me to go to your first meeting with your gynecologist. Who are you seeing?" "The company assigned me to a Dr. McKay. But I'm not really going through any physical changes as my hormones are still okay. So is it really necessary to do all this? I mean I can still manage my own affairs." "Now father, don't worry. It is perfectly natural to be confused by the process. That is why you need to have a female's guidance. As far as what you need now, I'm sure Dr. McKay and I can work out a good program for you. I've heard wonderful things about her. She is a very good doctor and I think perfect for your situation. I just need to meet her so we can start the change correctly. I'm pretty sure she has a way to deal with your hormone situation. There are lots of options to address the hormonal delays in a change, so she and I will find out what is best for you. You are also lucky that mom and I work at a store that caters to nu- girls. I see you are still dressing like a younger man. It would be best if we went ahead and got you some transition clothing. It will help you adjust. I want you to wear your new wardrobe when we meet the bankers and certainly Dr. McKay. I want them to know that you are receiving the correct guidance from me, so they can be sure you will be fine with your change. Also it will be better for you if you took some educational courses as well. The sooner you learn the new skills you'll need the easier it will be. I assume you are still living in that little apartment? If so, mom and I will be glad to let you come over to practice your new domestic skills at our house. That way we can correct you as you learn the proper way to clean, cook, and keep yourself attired. But I don't want to overwhelm your silly little head at this point. I can keep all the details straight. Lets' just start your change with some new lingerie; why don't you come with me to the changing area so I can take your measurements? We have a lovely set of training panty, bra and waist cincher, all in full lace with lots of ruffles. Since you aren't showing yet, I can get you the fully padded bra that will make you feel more comfortable in your new dresses. The other items are also designed for a novice nu-girl so they help her learn to meet her changing needs. Of course, you will have to shave your body and let your hair grow a bit, but everyone will understand that you are just beginning. It is something every man must go through as they become a nu-girl. So don't worry about it, okay?" "I don't know. It just seems so radical. I mean I didn't even think about it, I thought if it was going to happen, it wasn't time yet." "Well again, that is why you need to be guided by a woman. Also we will get to know each other better. It will be more like you've gotten an older sister who will show you the ropes to becoming a cute nu-girl. But trust me you will love all your changes." Anna strode toward the nu-girl area leading her father toward the stalls and then showing him in. Smiling, she brusquely told him to go ahead and disrobe and she would be back to measure him. As it had with other such men, the no-nonsense attitude she used was very effective and he did as she wanted. She quickly went to her counter to get a new pair of latex gloves, a form, and her tape. The entire time her heart was racing and her mind was whirling. She had waited on a fair number of nu-girls in the past but this was different, very different. To begin with this was a man who had really not even started the process yet, a true novice. So she was going to be able to shape him completely, guiding his transition totally. Something about putting a man in a bra for the first time and fitting him for the overly feminine training lingerie was very appealing to her. Plus because of his single status, she was going to be in total control. It would be her decision about what he would wear, how he would keep and shape his body, and how he would act. The fact that he hadn't experienced a decline in his testosterone level was secondary. She was sure that the gynecologist would agree to start his supplementation at the first meeting, especially once she learned his daughter was in control. Further having him appear in obvious training clothes would lessen any concerns the doctor might have. The same impact would occur with her banker, a nice woman who had known Anna for years. Anna was already planning his training regime, especially the domestic arts side of it. She had seen plenty of lomen at her community college and knew she could get her father admitted for classes. He would have to be shown how to be pretty, how to move in a feminine way and the expected respect he would now show every woman. She also loved the idea of him coming over to her mother's place to clean, do laundry and other necessary chores under the cloak of training. This was the final aspect of the situation that appealed to her the most. Since he had left them and divorced her mom, they had struggled. She also felt partially rejected by the move and subsequent absence as she grew up. Now they could spend time together and although it wouldn't be the typical father-daughter relationship, Anna was certain she could form a bond with him through his transition to nu-girl status. Her having control of his pension also might offset earlier financial issues that she and her mother endured. It seemed a perfect solution to their worries, with just a bit of retribution thrown in for good measure. So when she returned to the stall and saw him standing there nude and acting quite sheepishly, she couldn't help but smile. A quick glance at his penis told her he was normal in size, and probably quite virile still. But she knew that with Dr. McKay's help, she would change that and make him smaller, always soft, and malleable for her. It also registered in her mind that his mom, her grandmother, had been very busty, so she could expect him to develop a lot in that way too. So, it all appeared that the change was going to especially enjoyable for Anna this time and not surprisingly she felt the joy, that her job usually gave her, rush back into her. Yes, the change was going to be very good for her, her mom, and although he might not realize it yet, her father.