He looks much better in her panties

Kathy's plans of forced feminization for Bruce begin with panties

Bruce was a little taken aback when his girlfriend Kathy suggested he shave his legs and body. He'd never done it before but Kathy said a smooth body was sexy and that was all the convincing he needed. Now that he was hairless however she had a further suggestion to make; she wanted him to try on her panties too.

"No way Kathy, I'm not putting on panties," Bruce said when Kathy made the suggestion. She had just finished shaving his legs from the chest downwards and then in a quite matter-of-fact way she told him she would fetch some panties for him to wear. However, for Bruce, that was going to far.
"Oh come on Bruce,  just try them on, you see how nice they are now that you are so smooth all over."
"I'm not doing it Kathy."
Kathy walked across the bedroom to her panty drawer. She was wearing a white silk babydoll with matching French knickers and Bruce followed her across the room without even realizing. He loved it when Kathy wore sexy lingerie and whenever she did he found it hard to focus on anything else.
Kathy dug around inside the drawer and pulled out a pair of tiny red lacy thong panties and held them up for Bruce. The panties had little more than a thing red string of cotton and the sides and at the back and the small triangle of red cotton at the front was covered with a delicate white lace.
"Here, put these on"
"Don't be silly Kathy, I'll never fit in those," Bruce said and then realized that it sounded as though he was agreeing to wearing panties as long as she found the right style. But Kathy wasn't taking 'no' for an answer. She came over to him and pushed the panties into his and then she stroked his face the way she did when she wanted him to do whatever she wanted.
"Come on Bruce, just for me."
Bruce wavered uncertain what to do next.
Kathy took the panties from his hand and then held them up in front of him like a sales person in shop demonstrating a product.
"Look how pretty they are," she began. "They have this nice white lace detail and they are soft cotton and so very sexy."
And then she rubbed the panties against his thigh, sliding them up and down the smooth skin of his legs. Bruce felt his skin tingle with each touch of the feminine underthings. He knew she was going to get her way again and he groaned as he gave in.
"Okay, just once."

Sissification starts with panties

He took the panties and began to put them on, feeling awkward and foolish. Kathy just stood back and watched with her arms folded and a smirk on her face. Bruce pulled the panties up and felt that the just didn't fit right at all.
"They don't fit me, you see," he said and reached to pull them off.
But Kathy was already fussing with the panties, teasing them into place and adjusting the way they fit with a tug here and and a prod of her fingers there. In a few moments she was done and when Bruce looked down he was shocked to see that the panties fit perfectly and looked smooth and flat just like they would on a girl and that there was now no hint of masculinity at all. He unconsciously slid one leg slightly in front of the other in a vain attempt to cover the panties but the movement just made him look even more like a girl.
Kathy clapped her hands in excitement.
"Perfect!" she said.
Bruce tried to reach down with the intention of pulling them off but Kathy caught his hands and stopped him.
"Don't you touch a thing, they look fine just the way they are."
Then she took him by the hand and led him into the kitchen where she kept him busy helping her to prepare dinner. After ten minutes he was used to the panties and stopped looking down at himself to see how they looked. Before long he was quite comfortable and even beginning to take on the feminine movements that panties seemed to produce in boys. His hands began to float about more and when he walked his hips had a subtle swing to them. As Bruce went to throw some onion peels into the garbage Kathy inspected him. He would be a fine-looking sissy by the time she had finished with him; perhaps one of the best she had ever done.