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Title: Feminizer disease takes my body over by Terry Hansay Chapter 16 Sunday morning came quickly and I was nervous. I'm not sure why, maybe the thoughts of that waxing and being out there with men at the pool party, out in public in a shapely bathing suit. I had a dream I was at a pool party in my all-in-one corset like bathing suit and high heels. I guess the bathing suit is just the same as my corset, it just has pretty flowers all over. Wow, my brain is really wired different these days! Cathy rushed me along saying we had lots to do before our noon pool party. She put my outfit on the bed. Yes, my retro bra, a little panty girdle, a tight pink sweater, and short shorts, plus those high heeled sandals and matching purse. I did my makeup, getting to be old hand at that now daily task. Cathy handed me new earrings. They were really long, hanging way down, almost to my shoulders. They felt funny. Cathy saw my confusion over the size of them. She told me to leave them in and try them. "They will be very pretty with your bathing suit, get used to them Sweetie. They are in fashion and yours to wear often. " I was thinking, "Big earrings with my bathing suit. How will I swim?" Then I remembered what Mary said yesterday, "These pool parties are a fashion show, at least for the women and there is no swimming in our pretty suits." Off we went to Betty's Hair Salon. She was waiting for us. Betty was so excited to spruce me up for the pool party. She took charge and said "First things first, let's do your bikini waxing. You will love it, Sweetie" she said. Cathy pulled me into the back room and had me take off my shorts and girdle. The waxing was next and I was very nervous, but Betty was very professional and really was kind and did a good job, no pain. I kept saying, "How do you girls do this?" Betty said, "Terri, I don't know, but you are doing it, you are one of us now, Sweetie." Back out in the big room Betty did my hair and re-did my makeup. I looked smashing. We did the kisses and off we went back home to get dressed for the pool party. Cathy asked me how I liked the pretty long earrings now. I said "Cathy to tell you the truth, I love them and don't even feel them anymore. They make me feel so feminine!" Cathy's big smile showed her acceptance of my feminine thoughts. She knew her plan was working and loved those CD's Terri is listening to at night. I have him right where I want him, listening to my every order! We got into our new bathing suits. Cathy asked me to model my new look saying "First put your sandals on. They will give a totally different look." They were a 2 inch heel, very fashionable. The little skirt on the bathing suit seemed to hide my little guy, but Cathy was not happy with the very little bulge there. She told me to strip down and put on a different panty girdle to hide my little guy. Wow, with the girdle, the very tight suit, and the high-heeled sandals my walk had a very feminine swing. I told Cathy I felt too exposed, showing off too much of my figure. I showed her how my breasts were half exposed, almost falling out of my cups. She said, "You look lovely, perfect, welcome to our feminine world, Dear." She handed me the wrap Mary sold us and it helped hide my voluptuous figure. Cathy said, "I have a treat for my little Southern Belle. Here is a bonnet for you to wear, a very pretty one with lace and two flowers in the hat. This large hat will make your whole outfit, sweetie. Try it on now". I looked in the mirror. Wow, my whole outfit and appearance screamed total femininity, totally girly. My big smile showed my acceptance. Cathy gave me a big hug and kiss saying how beautiful I looked. Cathy told me how proud she was of me, fighting this disease, accepting my new life. She seemed so excited about the pool party and dressing me up to the fullest. She gave me a spritz of perfume and we were off to my new experience, a pool party with men and women. I am nervous. We got to the pool party just as Karla and Lisa pulled up. Wow, she was in the same kind of retro suit I had on. Plus her wife Lisa had on a two piece suit that was very nice. I felt better seeing them and their pretty look. I got in the back yard and saw tons of people. I got so nervous, Cathy felt my concern. She held me up and walked us in. We made a grand entrance. Everyone seemed to me looking at me, it seemed. Seconds later, we were in the party, mixing with people and I seemed right at home. Wow, those CD tapes are really helping me adjust to my femininity! Just then in the corner of my eye I saw Steve. Oh, no, he is here too. I whispered to Karla, "There he is, that is the guy I danced with at the Institute. He is such a dreamboat!" Karla looked at me and said, "What did you say, he is such a dreamboat?" Did I say that, wow what has gotten into me? Steve spotted me and walked right up to us. Karla said, "Look out here he comes, and look at his muscles, what a hunk!" Steve came right up to us and with his big smile gave me a peck on the cheek like I was his long lost girlfriend. I melted and Cathy saw my demeanor. I introduced Steve to Karla and Lisa. Cathy was right there and saying how pleased she was that Steve was here, how much fun the party will be. It sounded to me like a setup, Steve and me. Steve grabbed my hand and asked if I would like a tropical drink and if I would join him at the pool bar. I was so nervous, Cathy popped right in saying "Terri, get me a gin and tonic while you are at the bar with Steve, please". Wow, was that the message that I should go with Steve to the bar? I was trapped. What could I do, as Steve wrapped his arm around my waist and "guided" me to the bar? I saw Karla's look, she was so envious of me, I could just tell. She motioned her hands saying go girl, go with that "hunk". Steve was so nice to me, how could I not like him? I was the center of his attention. I seemed to be doing well. No one was staring at Karla or me. After a drink we were all feeling good. Steve did not leave my side. He loved my bathing suit and kept saying that all afternoon. I was melting with each of his tender compliments. My wife pulled me off to the ladies room. She gave me a big hug and wanted to know all about what Steve was talking about, like how I felt about him. So much girl talk. Cathy would not let me out of the ladies room until I spruced up my makeup, added more lipstick, and then she spritzed more perfume all over me. She seemed so excited that I was having such a good time at the pool party with Steve. A couple of hours into the party Cathy said it was time to go home. I was having such a good time I did not want to go home. This world of femininity was very nice, such a different kind of life. Everyone seemed to be so nice, calm and always helping me. Maybe they know I have the disease and they just want to help me beat it. We said our goodbyes. Steve was such a gentleman, hugging me and again giving me that little kiss on the cheek. I just loved that little kiss. It felt so soft, comforting. I melted each time he kissed me like that. I was wondering what his "real" kiss might be like. Wow, was I thinking that? I must really have that disease! After we said our goodbyes I crashed in the car seat. Cathy knew I was all worn out, having gone through a whirlwind of feminine social events today for my new feminine brain. She suggested we go home and take a nap because she invited Lisa and Karla over to a light dinner at 7 PM. Up in our bedroom, I peeled off my bathing suit and girdle. It felt so good to get out of that tight suit. Cathy saw my relief and said, "Terri, it's always fun to dress up and look our prettiest, but it feels so good to get comfortable, right Sweetie? These are the fun times of being a woman." We both bounced on the bed, talking about the day's events before grabbing a short nap. Cathy kept saying how proud she was of me and how well I did at the pool party. She wanted to know how I felt about Steve. I could not hold back my excitement, my feelings about Steve. I told Cathy my emotions were bubbling over with excitement for Steve. I said "He is so nice, and so nice to me. He treats me so well. I love his affection for me, how he just caters to my every need." Cathy said, "Terri he is a every nice man. He can help you beat your disease. I am glad you like him, he is very nice. You should invite him here for dinner some night." It was strange, but I was so happy Cathy made the dinner offer, that she accepted him for me. I looked at her saying, "Cathy thank you for understanding my new feelings. My head is spinning! I would like to have Steve over since it's OK with you." Cathy gave me a big kiss and said "Then let's do it. Now shut your pretty eyes and let's rest." After our quick nap, I jumped out of bed and noticed I wet my panties. Cathy saw my concern and said that I have some leakage and that was not good for my new panties. She took me into the bathroom and said "Here is your next 'lesson'. Since we do not want to soil our new panties, many women wear a sanitary napkin inside their panties." I knew what women's napkins were, but didn't think I needed them. I guess I was wrong again. Cathy placed one in her panties, showing me how to place them, the "wings" and the tape. This was so different, so very feminine. I placed the pad in my panties with her help. She suggested I wear them all the time to protect my clothes. She showed me her supply of napkins and said, "Now they are yours too, welcome to womanhood, Sweetie." I grabbed one of my more comfortable Playtex Cross-My-Heart bras and was putting it on when Cathy popped in saying, "Terri, I think you should wear your 'normal' bra since Karla is now into wearing the retro bras and she will want us all to look pretty together." I saw Cathy slipping into her 50's bra so I followed her "suggestion" that we wear identical bras and girdles so that we matched. "How sweet!" I thought. We both fixed our makeup. We now have "twin" makeup tables in our room so that we can do our makeup together. She gave me her pink lace hair ribbon saying it will be so pretty with my outfit. She tied the bow into my hair and reminded me to put on earrings and perfume. Just then I had a weird thought, look at me, everything my wife tells me to do, I do it without question. How life has changed. But, I really like her suggestions, her direction. They all seem to make good sense. Who would have ever thought? My outfit she got out for dinner was again a very Southern Bell style floral print dress, bright and very form fitting. It had a big bow under the bustline, which accentuated my pointed bustline. The bow matched my hair bow, of course. I loved the dress and the way it fit me. Cathy took one look at me and said, "Sweetie, that outfit deserves nylons. Why don't you put on your garter belt and black nylons?" Her suggestion just seemed to make sense, and I said "Sure, I love the idea. That would look very nice." My wife was so pleased I followed her "suggestions" and my excitement with the dress, she gave me a big kiss and said, "Hurry, get your heels on and let's get dinner ready." Cathy knew she had me right where she wanted me. Her every command was my desire. She loved the control she had over me and my much calmer attitude. Karla and Lisa were in their 50's retro bras and their outfits screamed it. Lisa had Karla in an old fashion 60's tight sweater and wow did it show off Karla's figure! With her pencil skirt, nylons, and heels, we were both very pretty girls. Our wives thought we looked so cute they lined us up for a photo shoot. I almost felt like a model. Cathy told me to stand tall, shoulders back, move those hips. We had so much fun. Both wives said we could be models on the runway. We showed the photos up on the TV screen. Wow, was that me? My figure was perfect in all those control foundations. I saw my bra straps under my dress in the photos, plus Karla's bra was just as "see-through", but for some reason that "feminine fashion statement" did not concern me anymore. I thought, "I need to wear a bra now, being a 36D woman, and the world will expect me to be in a pretty bra." We all had such a good time together. We giggled and girl talked all night. I could not believe how I was talking about the men at the pool party, how cute they looked and how Steve was a perfect gentleman. Even Karla wanted to know where "he" could get a man like that. Just then a light went off in my brain. Karla said she would like a man like mine. Like mine? Did I have a man? Lisa popped in reminding Karla that she did like a man at the pool party, Bob. Cathy saw the opportunity and popped into suggest maybe we all "double" date some time. That really confused me. Cathy saw my concern and changed the subject quickly. She asked Lisa if it would be fun to go down to the new big shopping mall next weekend to take in a full day of shopping and dinner. My brain was spilling and all I could say was yes. We all hugged and said good night. While cleaning off our makeup for bed, I looked at Cathy and said, "Why did you say tonight that Steve was 'my' man?" Cathy looked at me and said, " Terri, part of beating your disease is the development of your femininity. Part of femininity is dating men. You must experience this part of your new life. Enjoy your new feelings for Steve. I know you have feelings for him and it's OK with me for you to express your femininity with men. Please accept Steve as just another aspect of how we will beat your disease. He understands your needs and is willing to help you." I was confused and Cathy knew it. She gave me a CD from the Institute and said "This CD will help you understand this dating game. Listen to it tonight and all will be OK in the morning. Relax and have beautiful dreams Dear." Monday morning came quickly. Right back to work, with fun lunches with the girls. It seems like all the girls are now loving my retro look. They must be supporting me by wearing the same retro bras and very feminine dresses. Over all I am really liking my "new job". After work Cathy and I had my weekly doctors appointment. At each week's appointment, they gave me my two estrogran shots and pill supply for the week. My nurse came in after the shots and said I needed a blood test. I was nervous since this was different. Both assured me all was OK, they just needed to monitor my disease. I went to the examining room. I hate that examining table with stirrups. Cathy saw my displeasure and said, "Terri, get used to this exam. We women have lots going on in our pretty bodies. You have even more going on in your pretty body. The doctors need to check you often." As I undressed, I saw again how my body has changed, it was very shapely. The doctor stepped in just as I was putting on the "sheet". She said, "No need for that" and took it off me. There I was just in my panties. She felt my breasts. I'm not sure what she was looking for, but she has done this before. "Terri, your breasts are still growing. I hope you have adjusted to having large breasts. I think you may have to go up one-cup size soon. Your bra support is very important to your health." I smiled and said "I am OK with my development" and my wife popped right in saying "He has done remarkably well. He understands he must wear a bra all the time, even a sleep bra at night." The doctor asked me to jump up on the table and put my feet in the stirrups. I was so embarrassed as she looked at my little guy. She said, "All looks good there and normal." I thought, "Normal? The little guy is almost gone!" I asked when my disease will be cured. The doctors smiled and said, "Terri, you have another 8-12 months of treatment before we will know that answer, but you are doing very well from the looks of your examination and demeanor." Back in the car I looked at Cathy and said, "It looks like I will be like this for a long time babe." Cathy looked at me, smiled, and said, "Yes, Terri, you will be so feminine for many, many months. I hope you will accept your new fate. I love you either way, you are my Sweetie." Chapter 17 The following week at work seemed OK. I loved the coffee breaks and lunches since our talk was all girly talk and for some reason I really liked talking about makeup, clothes, and men. I kept asking my wife why I find Steve so attractive and why I talk about men with my girlfriends. She tried to explain that was part of the Brooke Institute training. Their training is helping me beat my Feminzer disease. The Institute CD I listen to at night is helping me cope with my change in lifestyles, making me able to accept my femininity. Cathy and I went back to the Brooke Institute each Wednesday night for "therapy" and they sent me home with a new CD that for some reason I enjoyed listening to each night while sleeping. Our classes at the Institute varied from my acceptance of my new lifestyle to helping my wife with "womens" chores around the house. My therapist spent time on how I interact with the ladies at work to my feeling of being a woman coming from man's world. I spoke about the girly talks at lunch and the shopping for clothes, makeup, shoes all those pretty "things" on our lunch hour. Both my wife and therapist always seemed to be happy with my demeanor and said I was on my way to curing the Feminizer disease. During one session, I asked my wife and therapist if I could change my wardrobe to more relaxed and wear pants outfits. I was seeing other women wearing pants and flat shoes, no nylons, and less makeup. My wife jumped right in saying because of my disease, I had to experience the most feminine status, be the most lady like I could be. When I become most comfortable with this way of life then and only then we might be able to relax my dressing. Both the therapist and Cathy looked at each other and agreed that a new "stronger" training CD should be introduced at night. "He is accepting the feminine ways but is still questioning the lifestyle." Cathy said, "Terri, your desire to not be as feminine is an indication the disease is working your brain and you are still sick. You need more help and becoming more feminine will only help you in the long run to beat this disease." I was disappointed, but understood that I would have to listen to my "teachers" if I was going to beat this disease. Kim asked me about Steve and how I felt about him. Wow, did that open up my emotions! I told Kim that I felt good with him. He made me feel soft and feminine and always seemed to be attentive to my every desire. I enjoyed being with him and thought with my wife's approval I would like to date him. Both my wife and Kim showed the acceptance of my feelings. Cathy said again that she is OK with me dating Steve at a slow pace. She thought it necessary for curing my disease. Kim agreed. My head was spinning, dressed as a Southern Bell, in pretty makeup and high heels all the time and dating Steve was way too much for me to process! The Institute was like my second home. Every Monday and Friday night my wife and I and Karla and Lisa went to their gym to "work out". It didn't seem like a real gym. We were always dressed looking so pretty in our workout leotards. Our exercises were clearly designed for women and the pace was very feminizing. Clearly we were not building our muscles, just exercising for pretty figures, but I seemed to enjoy the workout and the girls. We always go out for coffee and do some window-shopping afterwards. Cathy has trained me well to accept feminine sitting and girly talking and shopping. I really like shopping now and look forward to trying on clothes and shopping for pretty lingerie. A couple of weeks went by, listening to the Institute CDs at night. One morning before work, Cathy asked if I would like to have Steve over to dinner this weekend. Wow, I felt all tingling inside, "Wow, a date with Steve!" I thought. Those CDs must be helping me and my feminine thought process. With a big smile, I said to Cathy, "Yes, I would like to have him over for dinner." Clearly Cathy was pleased and set the date. She suggested we have Karla and Lisa over too, to help "break the ice" on my first date. I got so nervous hearing Cathy call this my "first date". She saw my demeanor and quickly changed the subject saying we should go shopping for a new dress. I heard shopping and I was all excited and thought about shopping, not the date. We canceled our Friday night exercise session at the Institute and all met at the mall to shop for a new dress for my first date. Karla and Lisa went with us too. Karla whispered in my ear, saying, "Terri, this is so exciting shopping for a new dress for your first date. I was so lucky my wife understood my desire to date a man." I looked at Karla with a puzzled face thinking, "Did my excitement about my date with Steve show that much?" For some reason I just smiled and said I was excited too. I'm not sure where that came from, must be the CD I listen to at night, training, training, training. Everyone held up dresses for my approval but my wife came up with one I loved. It was very sexy, a beautiful shade of hot red, empire waist, very small spaghetti straps, form fitting of course. I loved it, my first full-length dress. My eyes lit up as she held it up on my body. Cathy pulled me into the dressing room and within minutes I was modeling the dress. The first thing out of her mouth was that I will need a strapless bra for this new dress and might need a body shaper, my girdle will not work. "Good" I thought, "Since my retro bra is very revealing and not soft looking." Wow, did I think that? Karla stuck her head in the dressing room. She was blown away and said, "It was made for you. It is a beautiful dress and Steve will love it." Karla mentioned Steve and all my thoughts focused on him. I saw myself dancing with him, Steve holding me in his strong arms, guiding me around the dance floor at his will. What a dream, as Cathy called me back to reality. Just then, I looked down and smoothed out my dress. The dress felt very good. My wife saw my joy of wearing a pretty full-length dress. Cathy said, "Sweetie, this is the dress, it was made for you. It will definitely need a body shaper like Spanx, plus now might be the time to get you some pantyhose so that your garters don't show through." My girdle was rippling through the dress. My wife told me to stay in the dress and come out and model for Lisa and Karla, while she goes and gets me a strapless bra. I walked out in the large part of the dressing room and Lisa and Karla's eyes bugged out with acceptance. Lisa said the dress fit me perfectly and the color is just me. She told me to spin around. I loved this modeling, felt like a princess. Everyone was fussing over me, I loved it. Cathy returned with a bra and Spanx shaper. Back in the smaller dressing room Cathy helped me into the strapless bra. Wow, this was different. It really didn't have much support and my cleavage showed much more. I loved the Spanx, just enough control from my legs to just under my bustline. It really does smoothe out my figure and you can't see it under the dress. I loved it. I looked in the mirror thinking women have so much to think about, such as so many clothes to help them look their best. But for some reason I enjoyed the experience and loved it all. Wow, what a change in my demeanor! I walked out for Lisa and Karla to see. They both approved and said the foundations made all the difference in the way the dress fit my figure. All I need now are heels and jewelry. Staring in the full-length mirror, I saw myself as a very pretty woman. Thinking "How did this all happen so quickly?", Cathy saw my puzzled face and came over and hugged me saying, "Terry, I love you so much, you are beating this disease, we will do this together. Plus Terri, look how much fun we are having together." I felt so good with her acceptance. I could not do this on my own. Just look at me, I was a gorgeous shapely woman, or at least I thought I was a woman. Cathy popped right in saying, "This is the dress. Let's buy it and go pick up some pretty shoes for your new outfit." Back in the dressing room, I got back into my clothes. I really didn't want to get out of this pretty dress. As I as folding the dress up, I was thinking that I sure hope that Steve likes it. Wow, my thoughts are so girly. My wife has trained me well. While drove home Cathy said, "Terri, your voice is changing back. I think we should schedule a doctor's appointment tomorrow before our dinner party to fix your voice." I agreed and did not want to sound like a man in this beautiful dress. We got home and Cathy told me I had to call Steve and invite him to dinner. I got so nervous, I was like a little school girl. She told me to calm down, I will be fine. She was right, I was nervous, but he accepted without hesitation. He sounded so pleased I invited him over, I looked at Cathy and said, "He was so nice, he will be here and said he would bring the wine." "See, that was not hard Sweetie", Cathy said. Wow, my first date! I was so excited and Cathy saw my excitement. She told me how proud she was of me and gave me a big hug. The next day at work, all I could talk about at our girly luncheon was the dress, the Spanx and Steve. One of the girls said she wears Spanx everyday, it is the best for our figures. The girls were so envious of me and my first date. They gave me all these dating pointers on how to handle Steve. I was excited. My wife picked me up from work and we went right to the doctor's office for my voice. Nurse Sally agreed that my voice was changing and we needed to change it back, plus I needed my hormone shots and pills. I stepped into the examining room, striped down to my bra and panties, put the robe on. This girly procedure was getting old hat for me. A nurse came in for the blood test, another gave me my shots and pills. Sally came in for the voice medicine. Holding the medicine in my mouth for 3 minutes was hard, but I knew how important it was. While I was holding the medicine in my mouth, Sally did her weekly measurements of my figure. Her eyes lit up after measuring my breasts. She commented, "Wow, you are still developing Terri, very nice." Her comment sent a fear that my cup size would be bigger and I was not looking forward to that. My breasts were big enough. I was having a hard enough time supporting them now as a D cup woman, getting used to their bounce and constant presence was all I could handle. I got dressed, all tests were fine. My voice was a little too low this time, but Sally said it will come around. I said I sounded like a teenager. Both Sally and Cathy laughed saying, "Wouldn't we all like to be a teenager again and have our figure back, too?" The weekend came quickly. I was excited about my date with Steve on Saturday night and Cathy knew it. "Terri, I have a surprise for you Saturday afternoon", she said. She said, "I have an appointment for you at Betty's Salon for "the works" - hairstyling, makeup, pedicure, manicure, everything for your big night. Would you like that?" I jumped up and down with pleasure like a schoolgirl, saying, "Of course! I would love it!" I hugged my wife and said I was so ready. Friday night after work we both cleaned up the house and got it ready for the dinner party. I was a little nervous because Karla and Lisa came over to help and said my voice was different, I sounded like a 14 year old. My first thought was that Steve might not like that, me sounding like a little kid. Lisa said, "Don't worry, you sound just darling." That was not what I wanted to hear, but there was nothing I could do. My appointment at the beauty salon came quickly. Betty was waiting for me. She knew of my big first date and was all excited for me. She did the "works" to me. We girl talked all afternoon, it was so much fun. I looked in the salon mirror and saw this gorgeous woman staring back at me. The makeup was perfect, the hair looked so soft and feminine, and my nails were long and painted with little stars. Betty said those were there since I was a very pretty starlet. I couldn't believe how great I looked. I was in heaven and the salon girls knew it. "How could a man look this good?" everyone was thinking including me. The problem was, I loved it! I felt so good, so comfortable in my new role. I was the perfect girl getting ready for her first date! Betty hugged me, slapped me on the butt and said, "Go get your man Terri, you will knock him out with your beauty." Cathy was just pulling up to pick me up from the salon. I don't think she recognized me, I looked so "decked out". She could not take her eyes off me saying how great I looked. She said she was so jealous. We went home and Cathy said I should go right upstairs and get dressed. Steve called to say he would like to come over early. I got so nervous, "Early! Will I be ready?" Cathy came up to help me. I was a bundle of nerves and she knew it. She taught me how to put on pantyhose. I had never done it before. Slipping on the Spanx was a real delight and the strapless bra, well, I was in feminine heaven. Cathy brought out the dress and I lost it. I had to sit down and gain my wits. Cathy hugged me saying how proud of me she was. "Every girl goes through these feelings on her first date, especially with a hunk like Steve." After slipping on the formfitting dress, Cathy handled me the long dangly earrings I wore at the pool party last weekend. They are so feminine, so girly. She spritzed on my favorite perfume and then I knew I was ready for Steve. I was so emotional I thought I would explode. Cathy looked at me saying, "You look great. Isn't this so much fun getting ready, being so pretty, being appreciated by a man like Steve? You are a sweetheart Terri, now enjoy the night." While walking downstairs I had hundreds of new feelings happening to my body. This Spanx body shaper was way different, making my body twist and turn like I have never felt before. My new strapless bra was also way different. I felt like I was bouncing all over and falling out of my bra! Plus this new dress, full length and so formfitting, well, it just gave me so many new sensations, feminine sensations. I caught myself enjoying these new feelings way too much, I was so excited. The doorbell rang and I froze. Cathy saw how nervous I was. She held me and guided me to the door, saying, "Terri, relax. You look beautiful. Smile and let your date in the house." I opened the door and there he was. Wow, he looked so good! He handed me a bouquet of beautiful flowers as he gave me a little kiss on my cheek. I melted. I must have looked like I was going to fall down. Steve quickly caught me, grabbing me around my waist and held me up, smiling, saying, "Terri, I got you, you must have tripped on the rug." I zoned out, I was in heaven in his arms. I looked into his eyes and put my arms around his neck for support. I did not want to let go. Wow, I loved this way too much! After Cathy peeled me away from Steve, I was all red in the face, so embarrassed. Steve was the perfect gentleman making up some excuse that the rug tripped "us" up. "He is so nice," I thought. We all sat down with a cocktail and chatted. I could not take my eyes off him, he looked so good. I remember in the Institute's CD I listen to at night there was a class on how to pay attention to your date, make him the center of your universe. Make him feel special and he will treat you with love and affection. Well, it was working. The CD taught me well. Steve was a dreamboat. What woman could ask for more of a man? Cathy went into the kitchen and we were all alone. I got nervous. Steve gave me so many compliments saying how much he liked my dress and pretty earrings. I melted with those words and he knew it. We talked about the pool party, how much fun he had with me there. He suggested maybe I would like to come to his house for a pool party for just the two of us. Wow, did he ask me out on a date? I was so giddy, so excited, I didn't know how to answer him. We just looked at each other until Steve said, "Terri, would you like to go for a swim in my pool someday?" I finally got a hold of my senses and said, "Yes, yes, yes, Steve I would love to come to your house for a pool party!" He popped right back saying, "Great how about next Saturday at 3pm and stay for dinner, OK?" Wow, what just happened? He asked me out, a date and to his house. Did I hear the party was just for the two of us? I can't be alone with him, that would be too romantic. He knew I was nervous about the pool date so he quickly changed the subject. "Terri, do you have a cold? Your voice sounds a little different." I thought to myself, he must have found out I had a voice treatment for my disease. Oh no! That is not good. He said to be careful if I was getting sick and to take care of myself. He didn't want me to miss his pool party Saturday. How sweet, how he talked around my new teenager voice. He really knew how to handle me. Dinner went well. We never stopped talking all night. He seemed so interested in anything I talked about. My wife was all smiles the entire night. Steve left about 9 and I crashed on the couch the minute he left. My wife was all over me asking questions. "How did you like your first date? He is such a nice guy. Are you going to his pool party next Saturday? We will have to go shopping for the party." Cathy could see I was emotionally drained. We left the cleanup until morning and went upstairs to get comfortable. While undressing Cathy was telling me what a good job I did, how lady like I was, so feminine and graceful. She thought that my dress was perfect, very appealing. "Steve loved the dress. He couldn't take his eyes off you." We were both taking off our makeup and I just started crying. I couldn't control myself. Cathy hugged me asking, "What is wrong? We just had a wonderful night." I looked at Cathy with tears running down my face and said, "I just had a date with a man, looking like this, so pretty, feeling so feminine, so womanly, feelings are bursting out of me desiring a man, Steve. What is going on with me? I am a married man and I am wired to think and act like a woman now in so many, many ways. What is happening to me?" Cathy hugged me and tried to explain my disease and how I needed to cure it. She said that I was doing so well to cure my disease, that she supported me and that we will beat this disease together. She also said that it was all right to have these feminine feelings, it's part of the medicine, part of the doctors orders, that I need to let my feelings out, not fight being a woman, that this will beat my disease. She did calm me down but I was a nervous wreck. Cathy knew I was not handling this first date well. We slipped into our nightgowns and she held me in bed, caressing my body. She knew fondling my breasts would relax me, she knows how to "help" me, that is for sure. I was putty in her hands as she took control of my emotions. She gave me my CD to listen to saying this CD will help my emotions of my first date. I was programmed to listen to the CD and to listen each night. I took the earphones and drifted off to sleep. Cathy whispered in my ear with her soft feminine voice, "Sweetie, listen, relax, and in the morning you will wake up a new woman!"