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"Timmy And The Hendersons" Timmy was now "Miss Joyce," a vintage 50's style lady-of-the-house, and he'd been so for over two years now. Gladys Henderson had had him on female hormones for the entire time since he'd moved in after catching him dressing in her things when he was there for yard work or to shovel snow over the few years he'd worked for them as a local independent. While Gladys and Ned left for shopping or lunch on the weekends Timmy would often look around the house. Gladys had wondered if someone had been in her things and forgetting her pocket book one Saturday her and Ned came home early. Gladys caught Timmy in her room in a nightie, garter belt, nylons and her best heels, mincing around the master bedroom while other items laid out on the bed were also waiting to be tried on. Her suspicions were now confirmed. Timmy had washed out of engineering school in his third year and with a tough job market ended up in a cheap apartment and doing laborer type work. Gladys then offered Timmy a job helping to keep house and such and he'd have a far nicer place to live in when he moved in to the Henderson place. Of course her husband Ned had seen Timmy from the beginning and what his "hobby" was, he'd seen Gladys start him off with his first brassiere with forms. Timmy hated having Ned see him in the large bra with forms even under his shirt but he didn't have any real choice now. She soon had him totally shaved smooth and dressed in women's lingerie under his T-shirts and jeans. Timmy's gloss red pedicured nails shown through the stocking toes of his open toed high heel ankle strap pumps and of course his new bust-line was very visible under his T-shirt. But as soon as things settled down Gladys continued and soon had Timmy wearing not only full lingerie but also dresses or skirts and blouses during the day complete with the high heels. It wasn't long until she'd given him a full vintage ladies hair set and added full makeup, pierced ears and gloss red nails to match his constant pedicure. It had come as a break for Gladys. She had tired of the "housewife" routine and at her age was looking for a change. Her and Ned were in their 40's while Timmy was only in his mid 20's. She had also tired of the vintage hyper-feminine dresses that Ned liked seeing her in and tired of the added routine of the hair sets and full vintage makeup. So, by enlisting Timmy's help he took over the "housewife" role. Timmy went about his days as a woman now, cooking and cleaning and dusting and under Gladys' watchful eye only doing feminine things. Ned got used to seeing Timmy in his vintage outfits since he himself preferred the classic vintage style and he didn't mind taking over the lawn work as Timmy wasn't dressed for the job anymore. Timmy even got used to meeting Ned at the door when he returned from work, sometimes with his favorite drink but always with a feminine smile with his gloss red lips. Ned often pulled Timmy close. He could feel the slippery lingerie he had on under his dress by the way the lined dress would slide under his touch. It was a shock at first but Timmy soon learned to accept his evening hug and a full kiss from Ned. Gladys made sure Timmy learned to lean in and "swoon" and of course lift one of his nylon clad legs and bend it at the knee. During the days when Gladys was absent Ned would sometimes pull Timmy close and steer him to the couch. He'd lay Timmy down then swish up his dress and slips then roll on a condom as he got between Timmy's legs. Ned would steer his large erection up between Timmy's smooth, nylon clad legs and up into his tight panty girdled crotch. "Close your legs, close them nice and tight now," Ned would say. Then as Timmy complied Ned would begin humping and work to completion. He'd get up then go remove the filled condom and to clean up while Timmy feeling the blush of embarrassment swished his dress back down then could only continue on with his daily housework. The sessions on the couch were odd but over time tolerable. But then one mid morning after Timmy finished making the large master bed Gladys got Timmy on his knees in the master bedroom. She had him kneel on a pillow by the dresser to protect his sheer nylon stockings. She quickly tied Timmy's wrists behind his back with a nylon stocking as Ned stood in front undoing his pants and working his already growing manhood into a full erection. There was a bit of a struggle at first but with Madge watching Timmy from behind and holding his head from turning away Ned soon worked his full erection past the gloss red lipsticked lips and into Timmy's mouth! He "muff'd" and "glubbed," the gloss red lips open wide now and tight around the shaft as Ned began pumping in and out. "Don't fight it now. That's it, just relax Joyce darling," Gladys cooed with a satisfied smile as Ned began working in and out of Timmy's lipsticked lips in longer strokes. He tried to mumble and coughed at the sensation. She had Timmy fully feminized and now she was introducing him to some of his new "wifely duties." The house was quiet and nearly silent as Gladys held Timmy's shoulders, the slippery nylon sleeves of his vintage dress sliding over his hairless upper arms and against her hands, the skirt of the dress and the full slips underneath rustling slightly as he balanced on his spread nylon knees, Timmy's dangle earrings tinkling as they swung back and forth from his pierced lobes. And as Timmy sucked he swallowed and slobbered slightly with his mouth filled while Ned moaned in quiet pleasure as he gently humped in and out of Timmy's face, the dangling ball sack now bouncing off of Timmy's perfumed and powdered hairless chin when Ned worked in and out in full measure bringing still more pleasured moans. Aside from the movement all that was heard was the sound of nylon slipping, the skirt rustling slightly and Ned moaning as he thrust in and out while Timmy slobbered to Gladys' satisfaction. "Yes, all nice and pretty, and so feminine now. So nice you're looking just like a lady, and now you're only doing ladylike things. Yes, just like a lady," Gladys cooed. Gladys watched as Ned's excitement grew and his thrusts continued and finally he held Timmy's head and pushed deep into his mouth and moaned excitedly as he began to ejaculate! "Keep it all in, don't make a mess, swallow it, swallow it all down dear, that's it," Gladys cooed with satisfaction as Timmy's cheeks filled and he was forced to begin swallowing Ned's load to completion until he began to soften and he finally pulled out. Timmy coughed slightly and gasped as Gladys helped him to his feet then as Ned left the room she took him to the vanity and quickly fixed his lipstick and hair set. A little hair spray and a spritz of perfume and she was finished, "Joyce" was as good as new. Once Timmy had finished with the mouthwash he was back in pristine housewife form as she sent him back to his household duties just like the vintage housewife he'd been turned into. Of course Timmy had to perform the fellatio and swallow. There wasn't much that could be done with him now living there and playing the lady- of-the-house all day every day. Gladys was glad she didn't have to provide these "wifely duties" any longer, her days spent with her writing and her lady friends and shopping and doing lunches while Timmy kept up this feminine illusion and lifestyle suited her just fine. Gladys kept Timmy on female hormones and strong male hormone blockers. She also had him on a breast development regimen using nipple and breast pumping globes. After kneading the pink lotion into his breasts the clear pumping devices slid easily on. After the nipples were suctioned and extended she placed the second clear plastic globe over the breast and using the suction pump pulled the growing breast tight as well. The breast cream allowed the globes to suck the tissue in easily while at the same time a topical ointment in the cream numbed the skin for the procedure while his breasts were suctioned into a light pink. And to top it off, the breast cream was laced with more female hormones! Timmy's breasts continued to blossom. He lost what little upper body muscle he had and his waist grew slender while his hips began to widen and become rounder. Timmy had thought of leaving the Henderson house but by now he had become a member of the household. Due to his compulsion he wasn't able to quit his dressing and both Gladys and Ned understood and only continued to encourage him. They encouraged Timmy to continue to live his full and feminine "housewife" lifestyle. Ned had his vintage 50's fantasy and Gladys was now free to do as she wished without the household nor "wifely" duties. And all the while Timmy went about his duties, his eyes glazed with a slightly vacant stare as he swished in his dresses and minced on his high stiletto heels. And under Gladys' careful and constant ministrations the continued daily dosage of the female hormones, the totally smooth body and the weekly vintage hair sets and full makeup daily, and the full time application of women's fashions complete with sheer hose and elegant lingerie keeping Timmy dressed from head to toe and from the skin out all day, every day kept his thoughts off her total plan. Gladys started taking Timmy in for professional hair sets, vintage tight curled and styled perms that couldn't ever be combed out into anything male looking, even seeing to it to add a pretty bow that was pinned in place on the side. Jewelry and even anklets were added to keep him looking even more feminine. Swishy white taffeta petticoats were added to the fuller skirts to add a feminine rustling whistling zip to the zipping sound of the sheer garter nylons he always wore. She kept him in a gloss red pedicure and manicure as well. She Began taking him shopping for lingerie and sheer hose and shoes and dresses and all the things every woman needs. She also included him in with her ladies lunches now and then. She had him dress in a more up to date, contemporary fashion and after a few nervous outings he soon became used to going out fully as a woman. And over the months any errant looks or questions disappeared and he began to blend in and pass without notice as one of the ladies at lunch and at the salon and in the shops. All of Gladys' friends knew about "Miss Joyce" and really enjoyed seeing him like that and in such a complete and feminine existence, and they wondered if they could find a suitable, slightly built young man to change and then use in the same fashion. To Gladys it was exquisite. Her feminizing of Timmy. She'd caught him in her clothes and it was obvious he wanted to wear the feminine things so she decided to help him out, to encourage him and to give him what he seemed to want. But now, at this level Timmy was as far into the feminine lifestyle as was possible, she'd taken him way, way beyond his idea of just the dressing. She kept him totally smooth, powdered and perfumed and with complete makeup and a strict and feminine woman's permed hair set. And then fully dressed from head to toe and from the skin out in seamed hose and strict paneled foundations each and every day. Dresses during the day and women's nylon nighties and night gowns at night. Timmy wasn't allowed to wear anything male anymore, she'd seen to it that Ned had bagged up all his things and had taken them to the Goodwill. And with his household duties now expanded he did all the cooking and cleaning and dusting and washing, all women's things. If there was any rest time Timmy would refresh his hair and makeup and change into a fresh dress for later in the day. Gladys had him reading woman's romance novels and doing needlepoint and knitting and sewing. Timmy's days were now so filled with women's duties and activities that of course there wasn't a moment left for doing anything male and with his mind busy there wasn't even any time for any male thoughts now, just like Gladys had planned. She'd tease Timmy with new dresses, ever more feminine lingerie and nylon gowns for sleeping and kept him in plenty of makeup and high heels and all things feminine so he could only experience the slippery, silky fabrics while he minced and wiggled on his stilettos during his daily activites. But it became too much and Timmy began to want to leave. The little exercise in his feminization had gone too far. He felt stuck in such a feminine wonderland and in being seen and treated as a young lady called "Miss Joyce." He noted how his hips were widening and getting rounder and how his breasts were continuing to grow as well. If he stayed much longer the changes may become irreversible! He tried to muster a few moments during the day to consider his options. He'd moved out of a cheap one room apartment to move in with the Hendersons. He'd washed out of engineering school, there was no where for him to go. Then the weeks continued on. He'd been doing his housework on yet another day, dusting in the early afternoon. Of course he had paused to greet Ned at the front door when he came home. He tolerated the deep French kiss and as Gladys had taught him he made sure to bend one leg at the knee and swoon as he was deeply kissed and fondled with Ned feeling the silky fabric of the dress and how it slid against the slips underneath and all the while the scent of perfume floated in the air around Timmy. After fixing his lipstick and straightening out he was back finishing his dusting in the dining room. And then with Gladys visiting her lady friends he was now alone with Ned. A few moments later Ned entered the dining room and stood there looking Timmy over while he minced and swished around the table. Then Ned approached! Ned took away Timmy's dust cloth and can of polish and set them aside. He then took Timmy by the wrist and spun him towards him. Another deep kiss began as did the fondling. Timmy could feel Ned was already getting erect in his pants as he began to rub against the front of his dress. And then in the quiet dining room Ned spun Timmy around again, this time over the edge end of the table. Timmy heard the sound of a belt buckle being undone then heard the sound of Ned's pants falling away. Then he heard and felt the swish of his dress and slips! Timmy became worried and instantly remembered he wasn't wearing his heavy white long leg panty girdle and long line brassiere this day. He only had on a regular bra with his forms and a pair of white, lace trimmed nylon ladies briefs over his garter belt. Gladys often picked out his day's outfits. The dress and slips swished again, up and over his waist as he sprawled over the dinner table, then he felt the white nylon panties being pulled down and how easily they swished down his long nylon clad legs until they were on the floor, he stepped out of one leg to keep his balance while Ned was excitedly adding lubricant to his large erection. "N...no! Ugh... d...don't!" Timmy gasped as he struggled to no avail, all the while his head spinning with the realization that Gladys had quite complete control in his hygiene routine as well. The complete morning douche and the lubricant dab at the "rosebud" before the morning bubblebath had been ongoing since the beginning but now he gasped at the realization. "No!...No, D...Don't!" Timmy stammered again as Ned leaned over his back as Timmy stood weak kneed and sprawled over the table unable to gain any leverage as he teetered on the high stiletto heels. The dress and slips slid frictionlessly back down but were quickly swished up once again with a silken nylon zip, up and over Timmy's waist and onto his back. He felt Ned's weight and hot breath on his neck then felt the bulbous head of his lubricated erection working against his bottom, sliding between the cheeks as Timmy wriggled and gasped! And then he felt the large head pressing against the opening! He struggled further but he was held tight now as Ned worked and adjusted, pressing, and then the loud, squeeling, girlish gasp as Time grunted and grimaced as Ned worked the head inside. It was tight. Ned then worked himself in an inch, then another as he pressed. The lubricant making his erection glossy and slippery. He pulled out slightly to adjust then quickly slid back in causing Timmy's eyes to bulge as he grimaced and grunted again as he wobbled on the heels, his glossy red nails flashing in the light as his arms flailed to reach the edge of the table or to push off to stand, and all the while his mind reeled! But then Ned pulled him closer and he felt him slide another two inches inside, and then a bit more as he wiggled and pressed tighter still until finally, he worked himself all the way inside then moaned with pleasure at his own sensation. Timmy knew Ned was all the way in as he could feel the large ball sack pressed tightly against his bottom! And then Ned hunched over Timmy's back and began humping! "Ungh, ungh, ungh!" Gasps of protest and struggles continued as Timmy wriggled and teetered on his high heeled tip toes, his long smooth shaved legs on full display now, the opera length garter stockings shining in the light as his leg muscles flexed, the stocking tops straining at the taut garter straps. Another breathy gasp and grimacing grunt changed nothing. The nylons the dress and slips swished and rustled in the quiet room, the dining room table creaking slightly now as Ned worked in and out in longer strokes until a "pat-pat-pat" slapping sound began to echo throughout the room as Ned moaned with pleasure and resolve holding Timmy's hips as Timmy grimaced then grunted gasping through his open gloss red lipsticked lips. His perfume hung in the air, his dangle earrings swinging now with each of Ned's thrusts as he grunted, teetering on his high stiletto heels feeling the tight stretching. Widening his long smooth nylon clad legs did nothing to ease the tightness of Timmy's stretching. His nylon stockings still taut, the seams razor straight, the welts straining at the multiple garters now zipped as he wobbled on the heels again while Ned continued his long full strokes, the ball sack slapping now, bouncing off the top welts of Timmy's beige opera hose as the dress skirt and white nylon slips fluttered. And then he heard Ned gasp and moan with pleasure once again, and then he felt Ned getting even larger still as he humped away, until finally he pressed tight and all the way inside. "Oh yeah...," Ned cooed in a breathless but satisfied tone. "All dressed up nice and feminine and living like a woman. You need to relax and enjoy it now princess. All dressed up like a pretty woman,living like a woman and now only doing women's things. And now going all the way. Make you feel even more feminine, get that mind right, keep those thoughts nice and feminine now," he assured as he humped in and out. Timmy felt the first twitch, as they stood there, Ned's hands tightly pulling Timmy's smooth rounded hips tight. And then Ned started spurting in spasms. Timmy felt the sensation as the jets and ropes of Ned's thick creamy sperm spurted even deeper inside. The dress and slips swished as he stumbled on the heels with weak knees and his head spun. There was no escape with Ned so deeply inside as the spurting continued. And then Gladys entered the dining room! She chuckled slightly at teh sight and smiled at Timmy's situation. Although he wasn't a real woman he was now being treated as much like one as possible. There was no doubt now. Timmy was indeed the new housewife and doing his "wifely duty!" Gladys had been upstairs in her room and had been home all the time and now she reveled in seeing Timmy bent over the dining room table and at his absolute feminine limit! She took a diamond engagement ring and slid it snugly on Timmy's ring finger of his right hand. It had been Gladys' wedding ring separated down to just the engagement ring. He'd noticed she hadn't been wearing it for some time. "Ned and I have gotten a divorce, quietly," Gladys said with satisfaction. "And since you're the lady of the house now you'll need this engagement ring more than I do." She giggled. Gladys would stay on but now it would be Timmy who would fully take over as the new "wife!" And the engagement ring was only the beginning of what would become Timmy's new and inescapable, permanent lifestyle! Gladys instantly felt the exquisite sensation wash over her. Timmy heard the paper wrapper being undone just as Ned pulled out. Ned quickly pulled his pants up as Gladys reached around and inserted the tampon then removed the applicator. Timmy felt the sensation as she giggled with pleasure noting the only evidence left being the white braided string. "There. We don't want a mess in those pretty panties now do we? I guess you can get dressed again and freshen up now Joyce dear, then you can start supper," Gladys said casually as she collected the paper and applicator and the dust cloth and can of spray wax as she left the room. Ned was already at the refrigerator getting an afternoon beer. Timmy's head spun as he pulled his panties up and smoothed his dress back down. He could feel the flush of his face as he wobbled off on his heels. After cleaning up and checking his hair and makeup he returned to the kitchen to start supper, he tied his apron around his slim waist than before starting in he noticed the woman's engagement ring on his finger. He tried to remove it but it seemed stuck! He could feel the stretching sensation from Ned and now feel the tampon inside, swelling as it soaked up Ned's load. It was a quiet evening dinner and neither Gladys nor Ned mentioned anything out of the ordinary except small talk and the weather and mentioning the nice casserole and bread Timmy had put together for supper. Timmy still felt the embarrassment so he of course didn't bring the afternoon up at all. The next morning as Timmy cleaned up the breakfast dishes after Ned had gone to his office Gladys entered the room to pour another cup of coffee. She was looking over a ladies magazine. "That's a lovely dress Joyce," she mentioned with a feminine lilt. But Timmy turned the conversation and began a different conversation after his long nearly sleepless night that had been filled with thought. "I...I don't think I want do to this anymore Mrs. Henderson," Timmy began. "I'm not Mrs. Henderson, not anymore," Gladys replied. "I'm Miss Gladys Reynolds again. I have taken back my maiden name after Ned and I got divorced," she assured. "Well, I...I don't want to live like this anymore," Timmy returned. "Oh really...". Gladys turned and set her magazine down. "You're doing such a nice job and doing so well Joyce. Why would you want to leave?" "Tim. My name is still Tim," Timmy returned with an edge that made Gladys chuckle and smile. "You certainly don't look like a Tim anymore now do you? Miss Joyce? You've been here over two years now. You're looking less and less like a man as the weeks go by. Well, you were always short and slight, and of course with your love of ladies things you were never much of a man to begin with. Isn't that right? You should have been born woman," she said. "Well either way I was thinking of leaving," Timmy added. "And going where? You washed out of college, you left your apartment and now you don't have a stitch of any male clothing left at all!" She assured. "What kind of job could you get? It would certainly be a low wage job. You could go back to your yard work and shoveling snow but by now with the hormones your upper body strength is much less than it was and a manual labor job would simply be too much for you now. You'd have to get a cheap apartment like before and now you'd end up as what, a motel cleaner or a waitress. Would you like that Joyce?" Gladys reasoned as Timmy's head spun. "I...I d...don't care anymore. I don't want to have sex with Ned anymore or do those other things either. I don't like men you know," Timmy added. "Of course I know that Timothy dear," Gladys soothed in her feminine lilt. "But in life there are only two choices aren't there? Men and women. And you've now assumed the role of the woman and have become quite good at it. You'll learn to tolerate being with Ned, you'll see," she assured. "You live in a nice house now, a mansion. Ned bought you a new car, you live here as an equal. I just don't understand." But Timmy was having none of it. "You're quite certain of your choice then?" Gladys asked. "Yes," Timmy returned. Gladys thought a moment then turned to Timmy. "Come with me. I have an idea that may work suitably," she said as she led Timmy out the kitchen door and across the side of the patio to the large four-port garage in the back. Timmy followed Gladys up the stairs as she jingled her keys, looking for the one that would unlock the door to the garage apartment at the top of the stairs. The door squeaked slightly as Gladys swung it open. A slight musty scent filled the air from the room being closed up for so long. The place was dusty now, unused as Timmy looked over the large studio apartment, the very one he started in when he moved in with the Hendersons! "You'll have to air the place out and clean and dust, and some fresh paint or wallpaper might be nice but you'll have a nice and complete apartment here," she added. But Timmy already knew, he'd lived there for a month. "Back in the apartment. What am I going to do here and with this?" Timmy gasped at waisting a walk across the long driveway in his stiletto heels. Gladys went to the main closet and swung it open to reveal two new shiny, black satin dresses on the hangar. White cuffed long sleeved back zip dresses and the skirts of each dress in a vintage mid-calf waltz length. The heavy black acetate satin gleamed in the light from under the clear dry cleaner bags. And on the shelf were two white cotton bib aprons suited for maids work and two packages containing vintage white taffeta petticoats to fill out the skirts of the dresses and to add a feminine rustle to his mincing walk. Two pair of black lace up ladies Oxford pumps with five inch heels sat in two pink boxes on the shelf. Gladys opened one box and removed one shoe to show Timmy. "Of course you'll need to move your ladies things over, Ned can help. And you'll need your regular dresses for your days off. And I'll take care of getting you several more work outfits. These two are just to get you started," Gladys said. "So move in here, then stay on doing the same thing I am already doing?" Timmy miffed. But Gladys added to her plan. "You'll continue your duties around the house. You won't be eating dinners or socializing with Ned nor I and there won't be any more shopping trips or trips to the salon except on your days off. No more ladies lunches, no more use of the home theatre or pool and spa. And of course you'll be relieved of any sexual duties with Ned. You'll be treated like a proper maid. So that should work quite well don't you think Timmy? You'll have a job, you'll get to continue to dress and live as a woman and you won't have the bother of your "wifely duties" anymore. Gladys finished. It was either that or returning to the poverty life, poor and with a crummy apartment, with no car and no food on the shelves. But here he'd be totally alone living alone apart from the house in the garage apartment and be stuck as a maid. He was going to be paid but how many years would it take to save enough to leave? And once again, where would he go and what could he do? Without the explanation Timmy stared out the dusty cob-web laden windows over the garage and out over the huge back yard now then realized the full extent of Gladys' plan! She stood looking over the black satin maids outfit she held on the hangar marveling at the satin shine then as she knew Timmy was finished she hung the dress back up and closed the closet door. The heels clicked on the hard wood floor as they moved to the open door at the top of the stairs en-route back to the main house. "I think tomorrow we'll go out, get some fresh air and get your hair set again," Gladys cooed with her satisfied smile. "Of course you'll move out of your little boudoir room and into the master bedroom now. For some reason the ladies diamond engagement ring on Timmy's finger now had the weight of a billiard ball. Unforgettable. The next day went as planned. A quiet ladies lunch with Gladys and a fresh vintage ladies hair set, complete with a small pink satin bow pinned to the side. Gladys also supervised a new set of long gloss red salon nails. But then she stopped at the DMV and finally at the clinic. Timmy didn't have an appointment but that didn't matter. Gladys had made plans. Some papers were filled out and signed, she handed Timmy his new drivers license stating he was now Mrs. Joyce Henderson, Female. The picture on the license was one Gladys had taken earlier and had affixed to the new document. And then another procedure. Timmy's heavy paneled white long leg panty girdle was folded now and in his purse for the trip home. He was now only in ladies panties under his dress. But for the moment there were the stitches and bandages. It had happened so quickly but now it was finished. Timmy had been "clipped!" His little hormone shriveled testes now totally removed. The papers signed to allow the procedure and to go ahead with the transition turning his paperwork and his history to female and to set up the eventual, now approved reassignment procedure. "Of course, after your procedure and after you heal up we'll have to start looking over the wedding gowns. Something vintage like you like, in heavy, shiny gloss white satin, and with a train. Won't that be fun!? We'll have to have you fitted and of course you'll need all white lingerie and petticoats for the gown," Gladys mused mirthfully as she planned aloud while Timmy's head spun!