The Gift (TG TF Feminization) Pt. 01

She crooked her elbows and tied her hair into a ponytail. Then nodded.

"Listen closely."

I moved to the edge of the tub and put both my hands on it. I was ready for any instruction she might have for me.

"Remember what I told you: I want you shaved clean, do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Be deliberate about it. Don't rush. I don't want to see one cut on your body. And also: Don't miss a hair. Not one. Do you understand me?"

I nodded.

"Especially on your balls. I want a smooth pussy, do you understand?"

She glared at me, right in the eye. I moaned. It struck me how feminine the moan sounded coming from my lips. Samantha was changing me. Shifting my psyche and perceptions, even without a pill crossing my lips.

"Start with your bikini line. Now."

Oh, fuck. I picked up the razor and carefully swiped my crotch to the right of my thigh, just above my cock. I slid the razor and the hair, now adequately romanced by the hot water, gave way. The trail left behind was smooth and clean. I had never shaved so close before. I swiped the razor again beside the last path, leaving it clean. Every swipe making me more feminine, revealing what was to be my mound.

My mons pubis.

My wife nodded. "Now shave your labia majora."

My balls bounced.

"Can I shave it once I've changed? It may be easier."

She shook her head. "Shave your balls, Eddie."

I winced at how coldly she said this, as much as I winced at her mentioning my balls. I tried to course correct to please her.

"Okay, I'll shave my labia now."

She looked on, nonplussed, without emotion.

"You should already be shaving, Eddie."

I took my right testicle in my hand and carefully made the first swipe. Delicately. She turned back to the bathroom counter. I paused for a moment to look at her. She cocked her hip and put her weight to one leg.

She stood there as I shaved my balls clean.

"I'm shaved clean."

She turned and said dryly "Are you sure?"

I nodded. "Yes. My pussy -- I mean, my crotch is shaved clean."

She smirked. "Let me look."

She walked across the bathroom and fell to her knees at the edge of the bath. Her hand dipped into the water and took my balls in her hand. She juggled them lightly in her fingers, feeling my skin lightly with her thumb, searching for any stubble. My legs spread wide at her touch. I moaned softly.

She nodded.

"Good girl."

My cock pulsed. I liked being her good girl.

"Now shave your legs."

She sat and watched me. Her eyes followed the razor as I shaved my legs clean. The razor slid over my spread thighs, removing the hair that had always been there.

I swiped. Dipped the razor in the water. Small hairs sunk to the bottom of the bath. My body was becoming smooth. Feminine. Preparing itself for my gift.

"Now lift your arms and give me the razor." Samantha dipped the razor in the water and made short work of the stubble under my arms. Holding each arm high, she delicately finished the job. She reached her hand into the bath and took a cup of water and washed away her work.

"There."

She leaned back. "You look good, Eddie. I'm pleased."

I smiled sweetly and nodded. She grinned back.

With that, she placed the razor on the side of the tub and stood up.

I looked up.

In disbelief.

Trying to place it.

There was a subtle bump -- small, but there -- protruding in her flannel pants. It pushed the flannel fabric out slightly. I squinted at it.

I looked up at Samantha. She gazed down sweetly. There was something about her face. Perhaps it was that her hair was up in a ponytail now. Her jaw looked a bit square from this angle, her chin slightly more filled out.

I looked back at the knob in her flannel pants. It pulsed slightly, pushing the fabric out just a bit more.

"Samantha?"

A heat was building in my balls. My cock pumped knowingly at what I was seeing. Oh, fuck. I had forgotten about the line of blue pills. I had been so taken in the idea of changing, the sumptuous lingerie in my gift box, that I forgotten.

"His -- and Hers."

But wait. We hadn't taken any pills yet.

My wife reached up and ran her hands through my hair, sweetly, just over my right ear.

"Did you like your pancakes this morning, Eddie?"

"Yes?" I said, my voice cracking.

"Your wife decided they needed something to make them special for Christmas. So I popped a blue pill and sprinkled it over the syrup I had just poured on mine. It tasted just like powdered sugar."

Oh, God.

"So, then I popped a pink pill over yours," she said. "And then I brought your plate to the table and watched you eat every bite."

She smiled. "And then, after your plate was empty, you did something I didn't expect."

Oh. Fuck.

"You asked for seconds."

The knob in her pants pushed forward, pushing the flannel out another inch in one lurch.

"So, we had seconds."