42 -THE FRILL OF IT ALL!

ful new sensation. My nipples became erect from the slight jiggle and a warm sensation spread down my back.

"OH MY!" Susan exclaimed, seeing my narrow waist and shapely hips and femininely shaped nipples with bloated areolas sitting on small round pads of soft flesh.

"They aren't even a full 'A' cup," I bashfully offered.

Susan's fingers tenuously examined the small mounds on my chest. Silently she felt them, never having felt boobs on a man before. The feeling of her hands was wonderfully soothing and my new nipples tightened erect against her palms.

"Oh my," she said again, "I want a boyfriend with tits!"

"They are hard to find," Margaret joked. “And this one's taken!"

"Wonder how big will they get?" Susan asked as she held a breast in each hand. I was becoming aroused. The sensations were wonderful...like that itch being itched. A glowing warmth spread over my body.

Margaret answered, "We don't know but I guess we are going to find out. Jackie has agreed to become as much of a woman as I can make of him. Isn't that right, dear?"

I nodded, the glow of my flushed skin making me now breathe funny.

"Margaret! This is really exciting," Susan said. "It's like you are getting a wife! He's perfect!"

"He's got a good start but I want him to be flawless," Margaret said, looking me over.

"Is there anything I can do?" Susan asked. I used to work at a lingerie store that specialized in figure control...What are you doing about down below?"

"He's doing pretty good but could use your ideas.. .show Susan your panties dear."

"Margaret!?!" I complained.

"Don't be shy," she said, "Susan might be able to help you get a more attractive, shapely female body." I reluctantly lowered my jeans and showed Susan my lower torso in pantihose and panties. From the exposure to Susan's fingers, there was more than the

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slightest bulge showing. Not conspicuous maleness but more than what you'd expect in panties. I blushed as both girls examined the pantied lump between my legs.

"That's not going to do," Susan exclaimed as she moved her hand slowly over my crotch. Her fingers explored further and located the expected swelling. "See! Feel this! This will never do."

Margaret probed with her long fingernails and squeezed the protrusion. "You're right. A woman should never have this there. I was hoping that the hormones would do the trick but. . .

"You'll just have to cut it off!" Susan exclaimed. "HEY!" I yelled.

"Just kidding," she smiled. "But I can help you. . .let me do some research. You can't run around like this and feel like a girl!"

A few days later, Susan showed up to take Margaret "shopping" for me. "We'll fix you up," Susan said as they left. "Don't say up! We'll be late."

They didn't come home until after midnight. It took several trips from the car to bring in packages and bags.

"So? What kind of store stays open till midnight?" I asked when Margaret finally climbed into bed with

me.

"Oh honey," she said snuggling up to me, our nylon gowns intermingling. "We found an expert. An impersonator who works in a nightclub as a woman. It's better we don't tell you everything. . .just know that you will be the sweetest little girl when we are done with you!"

I felt a very strange, yet wonderful excitement. Her confidence caused me some apprehension but in bed when her fingers started exploring my new body and breasts, I melted.

Sensations raced through me as Margaret massaged my nipples and talked about Susan feminizing me. "She such a friend and is so excited about turning you into a girl. It's too bad we can't find a man like you for her."