Memories - Soft and Feminine

"You know, I really like you in your stay small, soft, and tucked and worship Emily bra and panty sets," Emily said a month or so after we bought them.

"I know," I said, "I like wearing them for you."

"Because you like worshipping me or because you like to look feminine and pretty?"

"I have to pick?" I joked. She smiled. That smile. "What?" I asked.

"I suppose we could narrow the focus...do you like worshipping me?"

"Emily...of course."

"And do you like being feminine and pretty for me?"

"You know how much I do," I said, still at times disbelieving this woman actually wanted me feminine and pretty for her, something I always wanted, but something I never thought I'd share with anyone.

"Well," she started, again the smile, the I want something smile, the you know you're going to give me what I want smile.

"What?" I asked.

"Like I said," she said, "you know I really like you in your stay small, soft, and tucked and worship Emily bra and panty sets, right?"

"Sometimes I don't believe it, but yes."

"So...you should wear them more."

"More?"

"More," she said. 

"I wear them most of the time when we're together," I said.

"Most of the time means there's time to wear them more," she said, again with the smile.

"I don't know when," I said, "not that I don't want to."

"You don't wear them every evening, do you?"

"Not always," I said.

She wrinkled her nose.

"What?" 

"Why wear boy underwear when you have stay small, soft, and tucked bra and panty sets."

I shrugged. "I don't know," I said, "I guess sometimes...sometimes I still can't believe you really want me to be feminine."

She crossed her arms. "I think I've made my thoughts clear on that subject, love."

"Fair," I said, "but you understand my...skepticism...warranted or not."

"I do," she said, "but I'm the one asking you to wear them more, so I think it's understandable but unwarranted."

"Also fair," I said. "I suppose...I don't know if I have enough to wear them every evening."

"Well there's a problem money can easily solve," she smiled. "We'll shop for more. Not just the super pretty ones you have, but good everyday ones, too, okay?"

"Okay," I agreed.

"So weekends with me are covered, evenings are covered, that just leaves weekdays during the day."

I looked at her, she had the smile again. "What?" I asked.

"Weekdays during the day," she repeated.

"That's at work," I said.

She nodded. 

"Emily, you don't mean..."

"That's exactly what I mean," she said, "there should't be a time you're not wearing your stay small, soft, and tucked bra and panty sets. You shouldn't need boy things ever, you shouldn't wear boy underwear ever."

"I...I can't wear a bra to work," I said.

"Why not?" she asked.

"I...people will...they'll..."

"I'm not talking padded bras, silly, I'm not suggesting full cup bras and breastforms at work, think wireless, think training bras."

"You're serious," I said.

"I am, love."

"Emily..."

"Listen, I know you're skeptical, but love, I want you feminine, I want you in bras and panties, I want you thinking everyday that you're feminine, that you're pretty. I don't want you thinking boy thoughts, I want you thinking girl thoughts. I want you small, soft, and tucked not just on the weekends, but during the week, during the day, all the time."

"Emily..."

"I want you wearing bras and panties like a girl would, all day, every day."

"You really mean that," I said.

"Love, if I could, I'd make you get rid of all those boy things you have, all of them. You don't need them, you shouldn't wear them."

"But...bras?"

"Training bras, bras that won't show under shirts, bras no one will know are there unless they touch you, and no one should be touching what's mine."

"You really want me wearing bras and panties every...every day?"

"All day, every day," she said.

"Emily," I said, a tear in my eye.

"Don't be skeptical, love, trust me. Let me shop for you and trust me...please."

I took a breath, nodded. "Okay," I said.

She smiled, hugged me. "One condition," she said.

"What?" I asked.

"No more boy things, no more boy underwear, just bras and panties; no more boy pajamas, just slips, chemises, things like that; no more boy tees, just camis; not even boy socks, just trouser socks or hosiery...regular stuff, fine, but underneath, just girl things."

I swallowed. "That...that's a big step," I said.

"Yes...but that's how I want you, soft and feminine. Soft and feminine."