Bimbofication
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****** Part 2 ******
The rain poured down outside with an occasional rumble of faraway thunder. Janet stood dripping from the mad dash from the garage to the house. The initial look on Janet's face was almost quizzical. Then, the eyes began to widen, and the mouth drop open, matching Kandi's expression of complete and total shock. We stared at one another in this manner for what seemed like hours, which were actually just a few seconds.
Janet started, "Keevviiin?????" My knees buckled and I wobbly fell back to sit on the second step of the stairs. My head fell into my hands, shaking back and forth in disbelief as I let out a grief-stricken cry. Again, Janet spoke, "Kevin? Kevin? Is that YOU???" Shaking my head in an affirmative up and down motion, while Janet continued, "I... I...don't understand. What are you doing? Why?" The questions began to flow from Janet's mouth.
With tears welling in my eyes, running my make-up, I started to speak. I spilled the beans about my other self, the female half that just had to be let out occasionally. The tale flowed from my glossy lips as Janet still stood in the same spot and absorbed these bizarre new revelations about her husband. Stopping partway through the story, the confession turned to apology. "I'm sorry...please forgive me... I'm sorry..." Janet, feeling a bit woozy herself, grabbed my hand and led us to the sofa in the living room. We sat and talked for hours.
Janet spoke of gender dysphoric men and how some had entered her clinic asking to become women. Was this what I wanted? My replies were negative and positive. All I knew was I felt SEXY when dressed as a woman and that I liked the feeling. Janet could almost understand, but there were still many questions to be answered. While I repeated over and over again how much I loved her and how I didn't want to lose her. The conversation continued until there was nothing left to say. I stood up, and slowly climbed the stairs and without hesitation, went into the bathroom to change out of being Kandi. I Closed the door and removed all of Kandi's clothes and makeup. I couldn't believe that Janet had told me the storm prevented any surgery being done because the back-up generator was down, and they couldn't risk losing power during an operation. A lousy generator and a Spring storm ruined my life, my marriage, the secret of being Kandi was no more. A calm came over me as I realized my secret was out and what's done is done. What could I do except accept the consequences of my actions and try to hold my marriage together?
Janet climbed the stairs minutes after to continue with new questions that had entered her mind. When she didn't find me in our room, she continued down the hall, checking the spare room along the way. When she reached the spare room, she saw the opened dresser. Seeing the bathroom door closed and the sound of water splashing around now and then, her curiosity got the best of her. Gingerly she made her way through each of the drawers, almost laughing out loud when she saw the Kneehigh breasts which explained my bouncing tits. Many of the items, underwear and outerwear, had a much `sexier' bent to them than she normally would now wear and were more along the lines of the tight black denim skirt.
The sight of her husband dressed as a woman must have been shocking. But if all he really did was act out a fantasy...Janet had many of her own fantasies, but would never dare act on them now that she was a married woman... or would she? She was thinking about some of the wild things she did before and while in college before starting to date Kevin and smiled. Maybe she should act out some of her own fantasies. Would Kevin understand?? If she helped Kevin live out his fantasy, perhaps he would be more receptive to ones of her own. She found her hand had wandered down to her slacks and was rubbing the knit fabric against her crotch. This was now exciting her as she held a pair of opaque pantyhose in her unbusy hand. She rubbed harder and stared at the pantyhose. She thought about Kevin and how she always loved him. He was a gentle, caring guy. He also was a pretty good lover in bed, even if not the best endowed man she had ever been with. She never did get as exited though as she did in some of her college experiences or masturbatory fantasies. She rubbed her crotch harder and then a curious smile crossed her face. Just then she heard some motion in the bathroom. Kevin was getting out of the tub. She was going to make her move. Janet grabbed the knob and opened the bathroom door. Kevin was standing in the tub naked reaching for a towel. The make-up was gone, and her husband was back to normal. Was she too late? She began to tell Kevin how much she loved him, pushing him back down in the tub at the same time with a gentle touch. Janet now began to question her husband about whether he really LIKED to get dressed as a woman or if it was just a kind of fancy. Responding with a yes to each time she asked, but she kept up with "Really like it??? Really, Really??" until Kevin blurted out, "I LOVE IT!!!" Janet smiled and explained that she understood and wanted to help. She pointed a finger in Kevin's direction as if to say, "Stay" and exited quickly out of the bathroom.
When Janet returned, she held my electric razor and a bottle in her hands. She motioned me to rise, then pulled the plug from the tub. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My wife was telling me I could have my fun and that if a wife couldn't help, who could? As she turned on the portable razor, she explained that now that she knew, I had nothing to hide. I was in shock as Janet began to move the buzzing razor across my chest, legs, arms. She moved the razor gently and deliberately as she stated I would be a far more presentable woman if clean shaven. Janet also explained since it will be quite a while before I would be called for work, I should enjoy my time off. Before I knew it, she was holding my arms up and shaving my armpits with the sideburn trimmer. She then began to trim down the hair around my cock and balls. When Janet was done "trimming" my underarms, arms, legs, chest, cock, and balls, she used the bottle of Nair all over my body, had me wait for about 10 minutes as it started to tingle then turned on the shower and proceeded to wash away all my remaining body hair. As the tub drained, pulling the fallen hairs down with it, Janet commented,
"I'll buy more, but you be sure to use this every other day," Janet said as she washed her hands off in the sink. "It looks like you are going to learn what it is a woman has to go through to be beautiful from now on."
I was amazed at how smooth my skin felt. There was a coolness over my now hairless body. It felt strangely erotic. Janet examined the make-up kit on the sink, took me by the hand and led me out of the bathroom, and down the hall to our own room. She told me none of my make-up was any good and if I wanted to look good, we had better get some good make-up. Janet sat me down in front of her make-up desk in the corner of the room.
"You can't be using my make-up all the time. I think that's the first thing we should go get," Janet quipped.
She turned the lights on over the mirror and stared at my reflection. "First the eyebrows," she stated as she produced a pair of tweezers. Janet then methodically began to pluck hairs from my brow. I was silent as I was still dumbfounded about the shaving, removing my body hair, and still did not grasp exactly what was going on. Janet then worked on my face. The base, then a darker brown accenting my cheekbones, the eyes were expertly done and with tons of mascara, my own lashes looked great just from the mascara alone. The eyeliner, the lips and we were done. I was amazed at the face in the mirror. As I stared in awe, Janet produced a pair of scissors and began to cut, trim my hair. Within ten minutes, my hair, still longer than Janet's, was moussed into a beautiful feminine style.
"Now go and get yourself dressed, but this time, don't look so whorish," Janet laughed.
Back in "Kandi's" room, I began to rummage through the still open dresser drawers. This time the bra was white as well as the panties.
"Are you ready yet?" he heard Janet call.
"Not yet. Give me a minute to finish dressing." Thinking about garters again, I decided on a skin tone pair of pantyhose after recalling Janet's comments about being whorish. The feeling on my legs as I pulled the hose up over my thighs and waist was so sexy! I had never been pleased the way my legs looked in a nude skin tone pair, but this time they looked great. What a difference hair made. Heading to the bathroom, I inserted the "boobs" into my bra and donned the white blouse once again. Then I returned to the bedroom and put on a knee-length pleated navy knit skirt, slipped on the black pumps again, and Janet's pearl earrings and necklace. Before leaving, a quick once over in the mirror. There was no doubt, I was the best looking I had ever been! Except for the bit of a belly, which the control-top panty hose helped to conceal, I was a pretty good-looking woman. Way more passable than I had ever been before. Walking with confidence down into the living room, I found Janet sitting on the sofa waiting. She smiled and said,
"You look great, Kandi. That's what I'm going to call you when you're in your woman mode - Kandi." I had always liked calling myself Kandi as my femme persona but had to wonder how Janet knew that name.
"Not C-A-N-D-Y, but K-A-N-D-I she spelled out. I want to be sure you know how to spell your own name," Janet finished.
"I like it," I responded in an almost feminine whisper. "But how did you know I call myself Kandi when enfemme?"
Janet giggled at me and responded with,
"You have 'CANDY' on the makeup bag silly. I just changed the spelling from the way you had it to mine as K-A-N-D-I just seems way more feminine and less slutty." she said with a grin.
The hall clock chimed twelve. I could hardly believe all this transpired before noon. Smiling to myself, remembering that the noon chiming was my warning to change back into Kevin, now I didn't have to worry about it.
"Catch!" Janet shouted as she tossed me a purse. "You can't go out without one of those," she added.
"OUT???" was my strangled response.
"I TOLD you that you needed make-up," was Janet's response. "We might as well get some clothes, too while we're out."
"OUT??" was all I could say, suddenly trembling with fear.
Janet pulled some keys from her own purse, grabbed my hand, and headed out the door. The rain had stopped, and I could feel the cool breeze run across my legs and up the skirt. It was an entirely erotic feeling going out and shopping. My prick was always at least partially erect the whole time. I was mostly silent during the time out but did speak a little to a few people who didn't even blink an eye. I definitely passed as a woman! Janet and I purchased the make-up easily enough, and Janet spent time showing me the different types and which were best. Then we were off to a multitude of stores for more clothes. Some designer jeans, tops, body con dresses, heels, lingerie, jewelry...even a kiosk to pierce my ears.
Janet told me I now had to stay as Kandi for the remainder of the time I was going to be home. So, from now on, I would sleep in women's clothes and would continue to wear nothing but women's wear until, due to work, I would return to work and being Kevin again. Kandi got to live a fantasy of lesbian love as Janet, and I had not made such passionate love in a long time. Janet was wilder than I recalled ever seeing her. She must really like this new revelation about me being her crossdressing girlfriend.
Thursday began as any other day; except I was to be Kandi from beginning to end. My first full day as a woman so I awoke, put on lite day make-up, dressed in a simple blouse and jeans and headed down to breakfast and a new day. When Janet returned from work at about three, she had a couple of surprises for me. She walked up to me and roughly grabbed my "tits".
"We can't risk one of these breaking open and spilling all over the place, especially since I want you to be a pure woman in bed tonight," she stated. "Here, I got you some "real boobs," she said as she handed me a box. Inside were indeed a pair of expensive looking falsies. Perfectly shaped C-cup boobs complete with nipples! Janet had taken them from the clinic. She explained they were for mastectomy patients. They even had adhesive on the backs to keep them in place.
"Now you can go braless like my good little bimbo should!" Janet said with a gleam in her eye.
Her other surprise was that she was beginning her vacation starting today. She didn't have to return to the clinic for just under two weeks. She had mentioned earlier that she might take some vacation to plant a garden in the spring. Well, it was spring and now she was on vacation. I was thrilled that my wife, or is it my girlfriend, was going to be home with me for the next week and a half.
That night, Janet wanted me dressed in one of the ruffled panty baby-dolls I had in Kandi's room. I looked great in the baby-doll and the new, weighted silicone breasts made me feel even more like a woman. When on my hands and knees, my breasts would actually dangle and swing like real breasts. Sex that night consisted of eating Janet's now smooth hairless pussy and sucking her tits. She refused to be fucked "by a woman". Friday morning consisted of more questions and Janet seemed to want to 'help Kandi' to be a real woman. The questions were strange and repeated many times throughout the day. It got to a point, I started to wonder how much more of a woman I really could be. Janet kept pressuring my willingness and commented constantly on my body:
"Maybe we should suck some of that fat out of you..." "Wouldn't it be better to have REAL TITS..." "We should work on that butt of yours..." "Don't you want a thinner waistline..." "I should pierce your bellybutton..." "I'd love to suck YOUR tits, not those glued on ones..." "Why don't we get you laser hair removal so you're constantly smooth..."
Friday night after dinner and my agreement to get a little something done that was not too permanent or obvious when I went back to being Kevin at work, Janet celebrated by popping some wine and toasting to a new Kandi.
I awoke slowly, which should have been my first clue something was wrong. Normally, when my eyelids roll up, I'm ready for my day. In addition to being groggy, I discovered I could only move at a sloth's pace, and that I felt tremendously weak. Lifting my head was beyond my abilities. Moving my feet an inch took immense effort. I was scared as hell, imagining I'd had a stroke or something equally ghastly, despite just having turned thirty-two. I tried speech, and managed what sounded like a faint gargling noise. Janet, loomed into my line of sight, wearing a tender, bright smile, and green scrubs.
"Relax, my love." She bent and kissed my slack lips. "You're fine. There is nothing wrong. I took the liberty of giving you a shot a little while ago."
She read my befuddlement, stroked my forehead. "Remember our talk last night? Well, I decided to take you at your word. I begged into the clinic and did a few simple things to help you with this fantasy."
"Murrgh?" Which was supposed to mean, "Take me at my word?" I must have had a confused look on my face as she proved her capacity for insight by nodding. "You had said you wanted something non-permanent to help you be more of a woman for our little fantasy game...I just made it happen. I love you."
I awoke sometime later...I felt vastly better. Enough so to be aware of how odd my body felt. I was afraid to guess what that meant. Hurriedly, before I had time to think, I called her name.
"Right here, darling." Janet's soft, purring voice came from an invisible spot to my right. Hell, everything but a swath of ceiling was invisible. "I've been watching you sleep. I can't believe it."
I recognized that tone of voice. She was aroused. I had a real good idea what that meant. The damage was done. I felt a peculiar hollowness within me, anticipation mingled with anxiety. My body tried to grow an erection. There was an odd resistance down there. I wet my lips. My voice was different than usual.
"I'm okay?" I asked.
"Oh, honey, much more than okay." she said with a husky voice.
"Can I see now?"
She approached me. The look in her eyes - unmitigated desire - eased my anxiety, amplified my arousal. "You've got to promise to keep your eyes closed."
She waited until I agreed. The thirty-odd seconds it took for her to help me to my feet. My eyes reflexively opened to aid my wounded sense of balance, but her hand was covering them. I was becoming aware of specifics, but when she dropped her hand, my blind, confused self-exploration died.
"Oh my God!" I whimpered.
Two women stood side by side. The brunette in the blue robe was Janet. The other woman, a striking Strawberry Blonde haired seductress, wore a lacy black teddy and seamed hose. Her very large, firm breasts lunged as she gasped a shocked breath. Her ruby lips and long-lashed eyes were wide with shock. Her long red nails rose toward her expansive chest. That woman was me!
Janet was saying something. I struggled to listen.
" . . . took the liberty of dressing you and making you up. I couldn't wait to see you whole. Do you like it? Is it what you expected?"
"What have you done to me?"
"Nothing that can't be undone," she said hurriedly.
"I'm not sure what to think," I admitted, trying to organize scattered thoughts. "Uh, you were saying something about . . . uh . . . this not being permanent?"
"God, Honey! You don't think I'd disfigure you!?"
"No - but you've got to admit that I . . . that this looks pretty damned real."
"Of course, it does! It 'is' real, as far as it goes. Breast implants to a Double "D" so you have those big bimbo breasts I know you love so much, a couple of careful injections around your nipples and lips. A little liposuction to slim your waist - and a tad of the tissue reinserted strategically around your hips and ass. Then I used a laser to remove all your body hair except a cute little landing strip. Other than the laser removed body hair and plucked brows, I could have you back to your normal self in a day."
I breathed a sigh of relief. I raised a delicate crimson nailed hand to hesitantly touch a lock of long wavy blondish red hair. "How about this. It's not a wig."
"Nope. I wove hair extensions into your own after I colored it to give it the blonde highlights. We can cut it off into something more butch when it is time to go back to Kevin."
I swallowed mightily, let my gaze drop to my biggest worry. I could feel my male organ but was nonetheless mightily reassured by the sight of a nearly invisible flesh colored gaff of tape clasping my manhood in a tight grip.
"I can't believe you really did this to me. It was just a fantasy. A game for a couple of weeks!"
Her smile was wolfish. She untied her robe, let it fall open, and slithered into bed with me. "Funny, but you don't sound mad."
"I'm still in shock."
"I know the perfect medicine for that. Lay down and kiss me, you sexy bitch."
I spent some time sucking on her tits, eating her to multiple orgasms and when we finally slipped into a 69 position, her mouth on my nipples, drove me wild as it was like a direct line from my nipple to my crotch. I came in her mouth in short order and Janet flipped back face to face and kissed me again while feeding me my own come.