Soft Femboy in Making

Sunday morning sunlight slips through the blinds. Priya is already awake, lying on her side and watching you with that soft, secretive smile she gets when she’s decided something.
“Morning,” she says, voice still husky. She reaches out and runs her fingers lightly over your chest. “I left something for you on the bathroom counter.”
In the bathroom you find a folded pile of soft fabric. A pale lavender nightie with thin straps and a gentle V-neck, and a pair of matching shorts that look shorter than anything you’ve worn to bed before. The material is silky and cool under your fingers.
Priya appears in the doorway, leaning against the frame. “Try it on. I want to see.”
“Priya…”
“Come on. It’s just us. And it’s softer than your usual stuff. You’ll sleep better.” Her voice is light, but there’s a playful firmness underneath. “Don’t make me help you.”
You sigh, but you do it. The nightie slides over your head with a quiet whisper of fabric. It settles against your skin in a way that feels too smooth, too light. The shorts hug your hips more than you’re used to. When you look in the mirror, the soft lavender makes your shoulders look narrower and your waist… smaller somehow.
Your ears go warm.
Priya steps behind you and rests her chin on your shoulder, arms wrapping around your middle. “See? Look how nice that sits on you.” Her hands slide down and give your waist a gentle squeeze. “Already looks a little prettier.”
You’re still wearing it when the doorbell rings twenty minutes later.
Your stomach drops.
Priya glances at you, eyes sparkling with mischief, then goes to open the door like nothing is unusual. Arjun stands there holding a steel container.
“Meera sent leftover payasam,” he says with a small smile. His eyes move past Priya… and land on you.
You freeze near the kitchen island, suddenly very aware of the thin straps on your shoulders and the way the soft fabric rests against your chest. Arjun’s gaze lingers. Not shocked. Not awkward. Just quietly interested, the same way it had the night before, only warmer now.
“Hi, Karthik,” he says, voice calm. “Nice… morning.”
You manage a stiff nod and a quiet “Hey.” Your face feels hot.
Priya takes the container with a bright thank-you and chats with him for a minute about the weather and the HOA meeting next week. The whole time Arjun’s eyes keep drifting back to you, tracing the soft lines of the nightie, the way it hangs on your body. There is no shame in the way he looks. If anything, he seems quietly pleased.
When the door finally closes, Priya turns to you with a delighted little grin.
“Well,” she says, walking over and fixing one of the straps that had slipped slightly. “Someone liked the new look.”
You clear your throat. “He was just being polite.”
Priya laughs softly and pulls you toward the bedroom by the hand. “Polite doesn’t look at someone like that, Karthik.” She pushes you gently onto the bed and crawls over you, straddling your hips. “That was the look of a man who likes soft boys.”
Your heart stutters.
She leans down, lips close to your ear. “Did you notice how his eyes kept going to your chest… and your waist?” Her fingers trail along the side of your body. “I think Arjun is the type who prefers pretty femboys over regular girls. And he just got a little preview.”
Heat floods your face. The nightie suddenly feels even thinner.
Priya sits up and looks down at you, smiling. “Tonight we’re going to talk more about that. And tomorrow… I think we should buy you a few more soft things. Just for home. Just for fun.”
She taps your nose playfully.
“You’re already starting to look the way men like him enjoy looking at. And I like that very much.”
You don’t say anything. You’re too busy trying to ignore the way your body had reacted under Arjun’s quiet, unashamed gaze… and the way Priya’s naughty, pleased voice is making it worse.
Outside, you can hear faint sounds from the neighboring house.
Inside, your wife is already planning the next step.