Phase 3

"Chris!? What the hell are you doing!? Why are you dressed like that!?"

"Oh, this?" He twirls a finger under the strap of his bra, teasingly. "I was actually hoping you’d tell me how I look. Pretty, right?" giggles

"Pretty!? Chris, you're wearing a bra! I can see it—through your shirt! And those are skirt... and heels! What the hell is going on!?"

"Relax," he purrs, smoothing down the hem of his tiny skirt. "You can thank Amy for that."

"Amy? What does Amy have to do with this!?"

"She has this little kink..." Chris smiles, slow and sly. "She loves turning her boyfriends into into her pretty girls... something feminine... Softer. Obedient."

"You're joking."

"Not at all." He speaks in a feminine tone. "Ever since I stayed over at her place that first weekend, she started dressing me in her things. Bras, panties, skirts and dresses… even makeup and wig when she’s feeling extra playful."

"Chris... this isn't funny."

"Oh, I’m not trying to be." A finger traces the strap of his bra again, deliberately visible beneath his shirt. "Actually, I’ve been wearing bras and panties under my clothes every day. Probably walked right past you dozens of times and you never even noticed the strap peeking out. Kinda naughty, right?"

"Jesus Christ. What the hell has she done to you?"

"She calls it feminization," he says softly, voice dipped in sugar and sin. "And she says I’m ready now… for Phase Three."

"Phase Three!? What even is that!?"

A giggle bubbles out of him, bright and breathy. "To become a full-time woman, or... a sissy bimbo, as you guys might call it... her words, not mine. And she says I’m ready for... this—" He gestures down at the short skirt, the obvious outline of lingerie beneath. "—my first task."

"Task!? Chris, listen to yourself!"

"I have to show people." He giggled again, wicked and proud. "To let them know I'm transitioning, no longer fully a man... let them see my panties, my bra, know I'm accessible, my boi pussy just a zipper away." His voice, excited and almost bimbo-like, continued, "Amy says if I pass this test, I’m one step closer to being her perfect boyfriend, her little girl." He licked his lips, his voice lowering. "She promised things would escalate… our sex games get even better. She said I’ll feel so good." "Oh my God. What the hell has she done to you!?"

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