Jessie wondered if he could still ejaculate. He rubbed the nub for a minute to try to stimulate any growth. Nothing. Oh well, no big deal.

No big deal?!? He remembered the priorities in his life and his penis definitely was one of the tops. He found that he could not get upset of its diminutive size or inability to function. It just didn’t faze him in the least. What did bother him however was how odd the little nub looked on his body…hmm.

The Softening of Jessie
Part 51
By AshleyTS

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It’s funny how things can be so dramatically different but go back to “normal” in such a short period of time.

Jessie found himself thinking of just that as he prepared for bed.

His life was completely turned upside down on him without his consent or desire and yet things felt “normal”. His body was that of a girl where just a short time ago he was all boy.

He knew that that boy he used to be would have cringed at the person he had become. The girl’s clothes alone would have driven him mad. We will not even mention the breasts, curves, voice and mannerisms.

He remembered how he used to think and behave but things had changed. The breasts, hips, the way he carried himself didn’t bother him in the least. He tried to find dislike in his new form but couldn’t. His mind had been re-mapped obviously into a female wavelength. What else could explain the fondness of all the pretty clothes in his closet?

Pantyhose are so gay! He looked down at his nylon encased legs rubbing them with his painted fingers. Pantyhose are gay for a boy to wear…but…I love them! The silky, sheer feeling and the smooth, flawless shine sent chills down his spine. Yes, things seemed “normal” to Jessie.

What about his penis? He pulled his pantyhose and panties down to reveal the small nub that was once his pride and joy. He thought about his relationship with it. Wow, how did he even have a life with all the time he spent wacking off?!?
It was so tiny and looked kind of cute in a pathetic sort of way.

Jessie wondered if he could still ejaculate. He rubbed the nub for a minute to try to stimulate any growth. Nothing. Oh well, no big deal.

No big deal?!? He remembered the priorities in his life and his penis definitely was one of the tops. He found that he could not get upset of its diminutive size or inability to function. It just didn’t faze him in the least. What did bother him however was how odd the little nub looked on his body…hmm.

He changed into his boy’s pajamas to keep his mom at ease and hit the bed.

Dang it’s hot! Perhaps remove the pantyhose? He got up and pulled down his pajama bottoms and began sliding his pantyhose off.
Maybe I’ll just check out what other pajamas I have hiding in the drawer. He opened up the dresser and was overcome with delight. The pretty nighties were a touch on the feminine side but boy did they look cool and comfortable. What the heck. I can change into my boy’s pajamas in the morning.

He fell fast asleep.
 
 
Amanda checked in on her son the next morning. Well his sleeping habits had not changed much she thought. He still slept in until noon. She cracked the door open and sure enough he was still out.

She began closing the door. Wait. She noticed his foot peeking through the bottom of the sheets. Was it what she thought? It was! His foot was covered with nylon. He was still wearing pantyhose even though he remembered who he was?

Amanda creeped into the room to confirm that he was indeed in pantyhose. As she neared his side she saw a thin lavender strap lying over his shoulder. Was he? She sneaked over to the other side of the bed to see if there was a better view.

Jessie had pulled the sheets to the front during the night which left his backside exposed to the air. Amanda stood in a little disbelief at the view. She could clearly see that her son was donned in a lavender nightie. In fact, it was one of his more girly ones with white ribbons and bows enhancing it. He even wore the matching lavender thong panties with it which was made apparent since the nightee itself had ridden up around his midsection exposing his pantyhose clad rear end.

She crept out of the room. What was that all about? He remembered everything and yet still decided to wear girl’s clothes? Was he still not quite there? The tapes needed time to wear off more?

A short time later Jessie came downstairs. He was wearing the boy’s pajamas that his mom bought him.

“Did you sleep well sweety?” Amanda asked.

“Yeah mom. Real well.”

“Socks Jessie? You used to hate to wear socks.” Amanda stated. She was positive that he had a pair of pantyhose under those bottoms.

“Yeah, well it’s a little nippy in the house. What’s for breakfast?”

“How about pancakes? I’ll even make the fresh strawberry jam with them.” Amanda said with a smile.

“Yummy!”

Amanda went to the kitchen and began preparing the meal. Her thoughts were on her son however. Was he still wearing pantyhose? Did he have any control?

“Jessie, could you help me grab the sugar from the cupboard? It’s too high for me.”

“Sure mom” Jessie replied as he reached for the sugar.

Amanda’s eyes glanced to his midsection as he grabbed the sugar. The bottom of his shirt had raised and sure enough you could see the band of a pair of pantyhose along with the thin line and white bow from his panties.

She didn’t know what to think.
 

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To Be Continued...