The Softening of Jessie - Part 42

Jessie stood up and walked to the door mirror. He gasped as he saw the pretty girl looking back at him.

He examined his face which was downright pretty. His hair had grown so much! Thin, arched eyebrows? He continued in an almost surreal-like state. Breasts. He had breasts. No denying it. He lifted his nighty over his head and just stared. How? He reached to touch them. Red painted, perfectly manicured fingernails? This can’t possibly be real... but it is! His supple breasts gently swayed as he lifted them with his hands. They were real and they were a part of him. His hips curved out so much. If the breasts weren’t enough, the hips sure didn’t lie. He had a undeniable female figure!

This just couldn't get anymore worse!

The Softening of Jessie

Part 42

By AshleyTS


 
Ashley woke up early the next morning as she had some trouble sleeping. She wondered what the day would bring and just how much those tapes had permanently affected Jessie’s mind?

“Hey, how long you been up?” Jessie asked.

“Just a little bit. Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, like a baby. I had so much fun yesterday Ashley. Your brother was so much fun!”

“I had a good time too. I say we take it easy today though.”

“Sounds good…I want to call Jason later though or is that too forward for a girl?”

“I’d let him call you. So you don’t feel any different from yesterday?”

“No, why should I?”

“No reason.”
 
 
“Hey girls! Are you hungry?” Mom yelled up.

“Yeah mom, be down in a few!” Jessie replied.

Ashley didn’t notice any change in Jessie. The lack of listening to the tapes didn’t do much for his mind set. Perhaps she had to push the envelope a little.

“Jessica, I don’t mean to be blunt but what would you say if I told you that you used to be a boy?”

“I’d say you were crazy. What’s up with all these boy questions lately?”

“Ok then. What if I could prove that you were a boy. Would you listen to me then?”

“I think I would know if I used to be a boy. This is just stupid.”

“So you’re not curious about the proof I have?”

“Sure smarty-pants. Show me your proof.”

“Alright. Pull down your panties. Trust me…just do it.”

Jessie agreed and wiggled his pantyhose down to his knees and then pulled down his panties.

“Ok, what’s your point?”

“Look between your legs sweetie.”

Jessie looked between his legs but wasn’t sure what exactly he was looking for.

“What’s your point Ashley?”

“My point is that girls have vaginas and you have…well, you have…a, well you don’t have a vagina.” Ashley stammered staring down his penis which looked like another bellybutton it was so miniscule.

Jessie thought about it for a minute and then it hit him.

“Where’s my vagina?!?!? Where the heck did my vagina go???” he yelled as he began to freak out.

“Jessica, calm down ok? Just take a deep breath. I’ll explain.”

“Explain what?!? What’s happened to me?!!”

“Ok, you need to be quiet or else your grandma and mom will hear. Please Jessica be quiet and I’ll explain everything.”

Jessica tried to control her hyperventilation. Her mind was spinning. How could her vagina just go away like that? The tears were flowing like fountains.

“Sweetie, it’s not a shock to me that you don’t have a vagina because I know the reality of what’s happening. You are in a fog. You need to remain calm and not freak out though or else the people who did this to you will find out I’m telling you this and you don’t want that. Ok?”

“I’ll try to be quiet Ashley but how can my vagina go away after I’ve had it my entire life?” Jessie replied sobbing but trying to remain silent.
 
 
Just then Susan knocked on the bedroom door.

“You girls alright in there?”

“You need to be calm Jessica or else this will be bad ok?” Ashley whispered.

Grandma opened the door and peeked in.

“We are fine Grandma.” Jessica replied.

“You sure dear? I thought I heard some shouting. Why are you crying Jessica?” Susan asked being very concerned that something was not right.

Just then Jessie’s mind flashed back…grandma with a needle…he was freaking out because of something…he was freaking out because there was something really wrong. It hit him suddenly…he was freaked out because he was dressed and looked like a girl! His mom and grandma didn’t help…they held him down and his grandma gave him a shot! They did this to him!!!

“Jessica honey, you look like a ghost. What’s wrong?” Susan asked once again.

“Ummm, nothing grandma. I’m alright. I just stubbed my toe on the bed post and freaked out.”

“You sure dear?”

“Yeah, thanks grandma. Everything is great…we were just talking about how much fun we had yesterday.” Jessie replied knowing he had to pretend like all was alright.

“Well ok then. Are you girls going to join us for breakfast in a few minutes?”

“Yep, we’ll be there.”

With that Susan closed the door and went back downstairs.
 
 
“You ok Jessica? I thought you were going to faint for a second.” Ashley asked.

“I know what they have done to me. My name is Jessie and I am a boy, but look at me…look what they have made of me.” Jessie replied sitting in a state of shock. His mind raced as he recalled his life prior to the change. The last 6 months remained a fuzzy mess however.

“I’m so sorry Jessie. They will drug you again if they know that you remember being a boy. You need to keep quiet for now.” Ashley replied. She had a sinking feeling in her stomach that would not go away. She was as much a part of this as his mom and grandma were but she dare not say.

“I need a mirror…my voice…” Jessie said with his feminine pitched tone.

Jessie stood up and walked to the door mirror. He gasped as he saw the pretty girl looking back at him.

He examined his face which was downright pretty. His hair had grown so much! Thin, arched eyebrows? He continued in an almost surreal-like state. Breasts. He had breasts. No denying it. He lifted his nighty over his head and just stared. How? He reached to touch them. Red painted, perfectly manicured fingernails? This can’t possibly be real... but it is! His supple breasts gently swayed as he lifted them with his hands. They were real and they were a part of him. His hips curved out so much. If the breasts weren’t enough, the hips sure didn’t lie. He had a undeniable female figure!

This couldn't get anymore worse!
 
 
“Pantyhose??? Why am I wearing pantyhose in the morning?” Jessie asked.

“You seem to have a thing for them. You wear them all the time…even to bed.”

Just then his eyes searched for something that wasn’t there. His crotch looked female. It was smooth and there was a definite lack of bulge underneath his pantyhose and panties.

“I’m afraid to look Ashley. Is it gone?”

“It’s still there…sort of. I’m so sorry.” Ashley softly replied, fearing his reaction.

Jessie pulled down his pantyhose and lowered his panties. Shock set in. He let out a gasp followed by a nervous giggle. There was no penis left. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought it was an “outie” belly button. No balls???

“I’m a freak Ashley. Look at me. I’ll never be a boy again, not after seeing this. My penis is dead, I have no balls, I don’t know what to do.” Jessie said as he broke down into silent tears.

“Sweetie, I don’t know what to do either but I will help you in any way I can. Maybe this is all reversible and we just have to find out how to do it.” Ashley replied trying to ease the shock.

“It’s too late to reverse anything. Look at my penis Ashley, it’s nothing now.”

“Girls! Get ready and get down here. Breakfast is served!”

“Be right down” Ashley replied.

“We gotta get you dressed Jessie. I know it’s rough but you need to play that nothing is wrong until we can figure out how to solve this. Can you do that?”

“I’ll try my best.”

“Ok, get dressed. We’ll get this all figured out.”

Jessie tried to shake off his shock and took a deep breath. This was all way too much to swallow. One thing he knew for sure though was that he didn’t want to go under the fog again and knew he had to play like all was alright for the time being. He put on a pair of panties and followed it by expertly donning his bra. His mind was too filled with thoughts that he didn’t notice that wearing women’s underwear was second nature.

He went into his closet. Dresses, skirts, blouses, heels.

“Do I have anything not so girly?”

“Afraid not Jessie. You really like to wear very feminine clothes. Here are some jeans shorts. They are a little short but probably are your best bet.”

Jessie put on the shorts. They fit his body like a glove. He looked down and noticed his breasts held in place by the lacy bra. He felt weak in the knees. He was so soft and felt so weak. His last real memories were from when he was a boy and the “sudden” loss of strength was noticeable. Composure Jessie!

He slipped on a collared shirt which reminded him of his Izod shirts with the exception of the pink stripes, the butterfly logo and the slightly poofy, princess short sleeves.

“Let me put your hair back in a scrunchie Jess.” Ashley said as she pulled it back and held it in place with the hair band.

“Now try to relax and let’s get through this.”

The two headed downstairs for breakfast.
 
 
“Hey sleepy heads.” Amanda said to the two girls.

“Hey mom, we must have been tired from yesterday.” Jessie replied. How could they do this to him? They were just going about their day like all was great.

“Wow Jessica, no skirt or dress today?” Amanda asked.

“No, thought I’d wear shorts mom.”

“I was wondering if I’d ever see you in something with two leg openings again. You so love your dresses and skirts.” Amanda replied.

“Are your legs bare also Jessica?” Susan followed.

“Un yeah, I didn’t put any pantyhose on today.”

“Hmmm, that is indeed strange dear. You haven’t shown your legs without nylons on them in months. Are you sure that you’re ok?” Susan questioned. Something wasn’t quite right with her granddaughter.

“She stubbed her toe a few minutes ago. I told her not to put on her pantyhose yet to avoid irritating it. Jessica really didn’t like that idea but she can put her pantyhose on when she goes back upstairs.” Ashley jumped it. She hoped her quick thinking would ease the questioning.

“That’s right. I forgot you stubbed your toe. Well, sit down girls and eat up.” Susan replied. Funny how Jessica’s toe didn’t look swollen or bruised at all she thought.
 


To Be Continued...

 



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