Feminized by Kronii
Reality of the situation has set in. She has laid her outfit on the bed. With the threat of being turned back into a child again, you bend over and reach for the skirt. She didn’t…I mean…she shouldn’t…ahhh…What did I get myself into…Down the hall her foot steps can be heard. She’s coming back and she made it clear to be in this outfit by the time she returned. Not that time was ever and issue for Kronii…
A bra…I mean…I’ve unhooked them…so in theory…you just do it in reverse right? Ah! Kronii said to hook it up before wearing it, since you’re quite lacking in the…breast department it...it'd be easier wouldn’t make much of a difference in the end anyways. You pull the bra over your head and let it rest on your chest. K-Kronii...you sure have ...The...ballistics here are something else! You are severely lacking in this department. Picking up the leggings, you pull them up your legs and over your stomach. Fits on better than the bra at least, but Kronii did get you a proper size. Maybe she didn't want her leggings stretched out. One of the last pieces, the skirt. It's simple enough. Not too long, not too short. That just...slides up too right? Nothing special about it. Pulling it up your legs, letting it sit on your waist. The transformation is almost complete! You look up and stare at the door, in between the gap is your favorite sight in the world. She's also the source of all your current internal dread regarding the day ahead of you. She walks over and hands you the sweater, a very classy looking top that Kronii is often found wearing. Now it's your turn. She takes your hand and brings you outside, where a day of activities and such will take place.
Staring back into those ever-flawless sapphire eyes, her smile stretching from ear to ear, she enjoyed this in earnest. The cool breeze from the window carrying the remnants of winter upon its flow. The air forces its way through your thighs, brushing up against your black leggings, forcing your skirt uncomfortably upwards, exposing what’s hidden below for just a moment. That moment around her however…is more like an eternity. All within her ability and her will, she pauses time and catches it. Another photo for her phone’s camera roll. You are painfully aware that there is little you can do in the situation. Every embarrassing moment, every grotesque gesture, every twisted gaze that hits you today, she tells you. With a smile on her face, with the wind carrying her cruel words, she gives you the full scoop of everything that happens to you.
“So that old guy outside the coffee shop has had his eyes on you for five minutes with his mouth wide open. Isn’t that disgusting?” There was also a couple that went down into the bistro across the street that were talking about you. Want to know what they said?” She raises an eyebrow and stares at you, awaiting an answer she already knows.
“K-Kronii…This is a bit much! I didn’t think dressing like this would…you know…” You turn your face away from her and stare into the window of the business on your right-hand side. A clothing shop that Kronii visits sometimes to expand her closet’s collection. And now part of that collection covers your shame and fits you in her image. In a murmur you respond to her question. “What did…what did they say?” Keep your face turned away from her, your heart feels like its sinking, fearing the answer Kronii knows.
“They said your outfit is cute. You’re welcome.” A relief to hear if nothing else. Actually that might be the best thing you’ve heard all day. You look back at Kronii and send a warm smile her way, oddly appreciative of the work she had put in to you today…even if it was a bit forced.
“You know…I think I’ve outdone myself this time. You look like perfection…well not quite like perfection, more like a fanatic cosplayer! How excited are you? I mean… I can see of course…but how do you feel so far? We’re almost home! Just a few more blocks to walk down! You’re doing so well!” She looks exceptionally smug, this is impressive…even for Kronii. And…that…the way she said that…she saw…she definitely saw… You straighten your back, cross your left leg over your right and flex them both, hoping that what she meant would slowly shrink back down.
“And so I created man in my image! In the image of myself, I created you, male and female! You wanted to start that feminizing! I’m just giving you the best experience anon! Hahaha.” Her laughter at the end, making you feel regretful of your choice to go out as the flawless time goddess Ouro Kronii. You didn’t realize until now, how much catcalling Kronii was a victim to. Now you’ve found yourself in her shoes, the reality of the world she face day to day is knowledge you’ve gained. Well…at least one of us is having a good time…No matter what, you can’t be upset at her. Even if she’s messing with you… and teasing you…and forcing you to dress up like her. But she’s happy. That’s the most important thing.
Thinking about all these things shifts your attention back to her. Looking up and down at her, since everyone is checking you out today, you’re the only one checking her out. Kronii is wearing an outfit that reminds you of your own boymodding. A beanie covering her hair, a fairly baggy hoodie on top, slightly oversized jeans held up by a belt and a pair of converse round out her outfit. She’s hidden in plain sight.
“C-c’mon Kronii…I didn’t agree to all the bullying! I just wanted to go along with your idea. I thought it’d give me a bit more confidence…” Shyly replying to Kronii, you find your voice is quiet. A far cry from her howls of laughter filling the busy street. Fortunately, lots of shops and restaurants are fully back open so nothing looks quite out of the ordinary from the scene. The wind wakes up once more. The warm and cool air clashing in the skies just all happen to come crashing down on you. The cruel mistress of nature stripping you of innocence once more as your skirt flips up, exposing the most definitive symbol of your former masculinity. You hear the air rush out of Kronii’s nose, taking note of her putting her phone back into her pocket. She took another photo…
“Hey. Hey! Did you shoot another?” You try shouting out but quickly remember keep your voice down. You know you can’t get too loud without having your voice crack. Kronii’s voice lessons have been going well, she’s taught you all manner of technique for your…throat…and you’ve come far compared to doing it on your own but…you still lack that full power that girls would normally have. Speaking in your old voice would completely expose you and that would be a rough feeling.
Kronii keeps to herself unfortunately. Putting her index finger over her closed lips, you know she’s going to keep quiet about this until the two of you return home. You sigh and look down at your feet. Her shoes are pretty cool, plus you ARE dressed up like her today. The ribbon…isn’t as impressive…Hence being able to stare at the shoes. You look back up for Kronii but she’s gone. Searching around the street block with your eyes, you don’t see any sign of her. Probably stopped time and just went home ahead of you. You set your arms under your…ribbon…and try pushing up. You don’t fill it out as well as she does, but boobs are still boobs. You look over at the old guy at the coffee shop across the street…he’s still staring…He totally just watched you do that. Your face flushes red and you start panic walking back home. Anxiety takes grip of your body, and you know that without Kronii’s watchful gaze, you’re vulnerable. Part of the reason that going out wasn’t going to be a big deal is because Kronii was going to be there.
Sneaking a gaze behind you for a moment, you look for him. Unfortunately he’s out of your vision. So he’s either still there or he left, the little move there didn’t tell you anything. It’s too unfulfilling not knowing the answer however, so you turn back and look for real this time. The figure you expect to see is no longer there. Damn. Did he go into the coffee shop? Did he leave? What a disgusting feeling. Where did this dude go? Actually…fuck this dude. I want to go home and be with Kronii.
To Be Continued?