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Chapter Six KYLIE
The next months were truly magical.
True to his words, Lonnie didn’t try to turn me into a girl. He celebrated the panty-boy I was.
I moved in with him and we began our new life together.
The insurance settlement from the fire allowed me to quit my job and stay home and take care of all the cleaning and cooking and…other things.
I was quite the little panty-boy house boy for Lonnie.
True to our agreement, I no longer wore any type of male clothing. Everything Kyle had worn was taken to the Goodwill or thrown away.
Lonnie spoiled me with so many types girly things I was in panty-boy heaven.
What Lonnie didn’t buy me, I bought myself. My insurance money also allowed me many fun-filled shopping trips.
I had now all the sexy lingerie I had always dreamed of wearing. I owned teddies, flimsy, see-through baby-doll nighties, stockings, garters, tap pants and anything else you can imagine me wearing. Go ahead. Try.
My closets and my heart were overflowing.
In addition to my growing panty collection, Lonnie bought me all sorts of clothing including sassy little skirts, fun rompers, and even several fancy party and evening dresses.
We also bought some casual clothes like jeans and shorts, t-shirts, cami’s and tanks. Some of my tees had empowering phrases on them like GIRL POWER.
I now had quite the collection of little sandals and other pretty little shoes.
I was, as it turns out, a real shoe whore.
I just loved walking in heels now and was actually quite good at.
Back straight! Butt out! It was easy.
Before I knew it, 100% of my wardrobe had come from the girls department or young miss department from stores around town.
I wore light traces of makeup to accentuate my girlishness.
Around the Anadolu Yakası Sınırsız Escort house, I wore tight t-shirts and camisoles or nothing at all except my panties. Whether they were plain cotton with cartoons on them or lacy and silky, retro Jockey short style, naughty little thongs, bikini style panties, or cute boy-shorts panties, I would show them off to my man who loved to see them stretched across my round cheeks.
For a petite 22 year old white boy, Lonnie said, I had the ass of an 18 year old cheerleader. He loved and worshipped my bouncy little bottom.
He also loved the way my little cock and balls looked in panties.
He said I was perfect.
I watched my diet and did special exercises to keep my cute figure. I took yoga and aerobics at the gym where he worked out. I wore spandex bottoms and tight little tops to my classes and was very dedicated to my regimen. Plus Ioved all my little outfits and pink sneakers!
Lonnie was always there, though, just in case someone had something to say, whether it was mean or flirty.
And men did flirt with me!
Lonnie was right when he said most men dream about having a little panty-boy plaything to fuck. I could see it in their eyes when they looked at me.
As long as they weren’t disgusting or degrading, I liked the attention.
Once somebody called me a ‘little faggot’ and Lonnie almost put him through the wall. Lonnie pushed him back, lifted him off the ground and pressed him into a mirror. When Lonnie pulled his fist back, the guy actually peed his pants!
Oopsie!
In regards to my two little friends, two days after Lonnie and I talked about it, I began a special treatment to make my dream come true.
The doctor we met explained there were some shots I could take that would be Anadolu Yakası Suriyeli Escort most beneficial to my transformation. In addition to special vitamins, I could see results in as quick as six months, maybe even sooner.
The doctor explained the shots I’d be taking were a mixture of new hormones, vitamins and other things.
There were no plans for removing my boy clitty, as Lonnie, called it, or getting huge silly breast implants. Lonnie told me he loved my body the way it was and he loved that I was male.
A very pretty male who loved wearing panties for him, to be exact.
Small titties, no bigger than a small B, were what we were hoping for at the end of my treatments.
I was almost 5’5. Triple D tits would have looked silly on me.
Not that’s what either of us wanted. I would never be able to stand up!
Every day I took my vitamins, and twice a week I pulled my panties down and lay across Lonnie’s lap and let him inject me with a small dose of my ‘magic potion.’
He could have given my shot to me in my hip but it was more fun to be in that position, over his lap. Even if I was getting as shot!
One prick always lead to another though.
The effects were slow to appear, and it took a few weeks for the first to show themselves. At first my skin softened and my body hair became less noticeable. My chest started getting itchy and my nipples were puffy and sensitive.
I asked Lonnie about my concerns and he said it was nothing to worry about. He assured me I wouldn’t have to start wearing bras any time soon. It would take time.
Oh, poo.
I did notice a slight swelling under each nipple after the first month. My areola also seemed bigger and pinker.
And oh my Lord were they sensitive!
Lonnie could make Anadolu Yakası İranlı Escort me wet my panties just by kissing them and sucking on them.
In three months, I had small breasts. They were an A Cup, the lady at the bra boutique told me.
I had to start wearing bras. I started with training bras and then gradually worked my way up. Every day I measured them and prayed I could wear my sexier bras.
I was obsessed with my boobies!
Soon I had as many little cotton and silky bras and sports bras as I did panties and anklets and leggings and…lions, tigers and bears…oh myyyy.
I loved playing with my little boobies and so did Lonnie!
The only negative side effects that emerged as my new little friends did, was I was no longer able to get erections. In fact, I was pretty sure my cock had shrunk from its original 6 inches to the size of a baby’s.
It lay limply now on over my little velvet bag.
I cried a little and pouted, holding my little limp noodle in my hand, my panties around my thighs. Lonnie did his best to comfort me.
He pointed out that panty-boys’ cocks weren’t meant for fucking.
“Panty-boys got fucked,” he said.
We sure did.
He told me my little sissy clitty could, however, provide me with unimaginable pleasure. He proved his point by lying next to me on the bed. As he kissed me and played with my nipples, he started rubbing me through my panties.
OH DEAR SWEET BABY JESUS!
Lonnie rubbed me to a thunderous pants-wetting orgasm.
It was true. I still had sensation in my little nubbin!
I just had to rub myself to orgasm now just like a girl.
Lonnie and I liked all the things that were happening to me and we excited about the future.
He loved that I was happy transforming into who I was born to be. I was happy that I was becoming who I always wanted to be.
I was Kylie now.
Kyle had been gone for a long time and would never come back.
I was Lonnie’s panty-boy and I had transformed from an ugly duckling into something beautiful. I was ready to spread my butterfly wings, my beautiful panty-boy butterfly wings and show the world who I was.