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Kitten's Diary by Throne Monday. Okay. Marnie says I have to write in this diary, so that's what I'm doing. The other night we were talking and she wanted to know what I like about her. I didn't really think it through and said something about her big tits. I mean large breasts. She got mad because I didn't start with her smile or how smart she is. So, I tried to cover up by saying how I like that she's short, the way I am. That seemed to help. I even mentioned that I'm not a macho jerk and could care less about sports. But she still had a bug up her ass. I mean, she was still upset with me. So today she gave me this diary. Right away, I pointed out that, on the front, it says Kitten's Diary and there's a picture of a baby cat, and the cat is pink. Come on. It's for a young girl. Well, she got angry all over again. She said it wasn't like they had one that said TOMMY'S DIARY on the front. There was a whole lot about how I shouldn't worry about what's on the outside of the book, only what I put inside. It was some sort of a test and I failed. Then she said she'd have to figure something else out, to help me with my 'talks-it masculinity'. I guess that means that I talk like a guy. Tuesday. First off, what she said was 'toxic masculinity', which seems kind of extreme. But all right. I certainly don't want to risk losing Marnie. I mean, she's so sexy and everything. But her next step in dealing with me is worse than this diary. Now, to help me 'get in touch with my feminine side', she says I have to wear panties. WHAT? But sex with her is so good, and she's so hot looking, that I'll go along with it. I suppose my acceptance is partly because I have a cheesy little job and she's a bigshot in a huge company. She just automatically has an advantage over guys like me. Wednesday. Marnie took me to the mall. We went to that store that sells all the lacy bras and skimpy tops. It was my first time inside this one, and right away I noticed a perfume smell. Usually, Marnie shops in the plus- size place that's nearby. With her boobs and ass, she could never fit into the stuff they sell at the one we went to. I kept sneaking peeks at all the steaming girls who were shopping there. Of course, just my luck, Marnie saw what I was doing. She reminded me why we were there, which took the fun of it all. A salesgirl offered to help, but Marnie said 'no thanks'. I was glad for that. At least we wouldn't have someone maybe guessing who the panties were for. But then I think the other shoppers figured it out because, like I said, those tiny things would never fit my girlfriend. Just in case enough people didn't guess right, Marnie embarrassed the heck out of me by holding up a pair of bikini-type ones in front of my hips. Jeez, why not just announce it over the PA system? Thursday. Two big shocks this evening. First, after reading my previous entries, Marnie said we have to reevaluate our sex life. Huh? And then she told me that I could start wearing the panties right then, and always have them on under my guy clothes. How could I take a pee? She said I could sit on the pot, like a chick, which would be part of my re-education. Then she wanted me to strip down. Well, she had on a really tight top, with no bra underneath. So, my mind was on you-know-what. I got undressed and, instead of her getting naked too, she kept her clothes on. She made me get into those panties, which I def did NOT want to do. At least she loaned me one of her robes, so I didn't look completely exposed. But the robe was short and some girly color. Then, instead of heading for the bed, like I wanted, she decided we could watch TV and cuddle. So there I am, dressed like a fruit, with my head on her lap, looking up at those big melons, and not allowed to touch them. But she was okay with touching me. Her hand snuck into the front of the robe and found my nipples, which she diddled. It was kind of stupid, like she was the guy and I was the girl, but it also felt incredibly nice. I got a stiffy right away. Except that she wanted for us to be close without having sex, which doesn't make a lot of sense. So she put on a bunch of girl shows that I wouldn't have watched otherwise, and kept me hard, and then sent me home in those stupid panties, which I slept in because she said I had to. Friday. Could it get any worse? You bet it could. I complained to Marnie that it looked stupid for me to be in panties, with my crotch hair sticking out around the edges. She agreed. Except that, instead of letting me get out of the girly underwear, she said the hair would have to go. Say what? She even has a laser shaver, that does a perfect job of making me smooth down there, which is what she did. Then, if you can believe it, she goes on about how it looks odd for me to have hair anywhere else on my bod, while I'm bald down below. So out comes the razor again, and buzz-buzz-buzz, she gets me hairless all over. Armpits and chest and everywhere. I didn't have that much to begin with but, when she was done, I was as smooth as a baby's bottom, like they say, and just as pink. Then we did the cuddling bit again, with her playing with my ears and fingering my chest, until I was squirming. I think I'm getting a case of blue balls. At least, when she sent me home, it was in a new pair of panties. Saturday. Marnie finally got around to that discussion she wanted to have, about our sex life. I reminded her that we didn't have one of those at the moment. She pointed out how that was my toxic masculinity -- that, again -- speaking. Well, yeah. A guy gets horny. But what she wants now is for us not to screw. She says I need to learn to use my mouth on her pussy. UGH! I mean, that's not exactly my idea of a man-thing to do. But this time she was in a workout top, with no bra of course, and her tits almost popping out of it. Plus, she had on these really tiny shorts where the bottoms of her ass cheeks were sticking out. So I said okay, but let her know I wasn't happy about it. She told me I was being sulky, and how that wouldn't help. I tried to un-sulk and be my regular self, except still not wanting to go downtown on her. She had me in just panties, with her still dressed. I had to take down her shorts but leave the top on, so I couldn't even get to see her knockers, let alone touch them, which was also off the menu. When I got my face up-close-and- personal with her hoo-ha, I could smell her girl scent. Turns out it's true about smells-like-fish-but-tastes-like-chicken. And it was kind of icky-sticky. But I got my tongue going and took the tips she gave me. One thing that was cool about it was that she had a big finish. That almost never happened when we were humping. She said something about how she didn't climax most of the time, because I was selfish in bed. So? That's what guys do. Then she took a nap. I was laying there, still between her legs, and at least I felt good about making her cum hard. I guess when a guy isn't allowed to shoot his shot, it makes him think more about how the girl is doing, and want to put her over the top. Sunday. I got called to come over early. Was that a good sign? Yes and no. Right away, Marnie wanted me to eat her pussy. I figured that, if I did it, she would sort of owe me one. So I stripped down to just panties and got busy. This time she kept me down there until she had TWO orgasms, which is a word she wants me to think about. Well, really, it's 'female orgasms'. So okay. Then I hinted around that maybe she could do something about 'male orgasms'. I didn't come on too strong, so maybe it didn't count as toxic masculinity. She said she would do something for me. Oh, and she was in a nice top with spaghetti straps, and the word BOSS on the front, over her big bazooms. Plus she had panties on, too, like me. Marnie was smoking hot. She had me laying on my back, with a special pair of panties on, ones with a cut-out in the front, so she could play with my Johnson. Which is what she did. A lot. Except she didn't bother to finish me. That was part of her program, so I could understand how she felt before, all the times I left her hanging. I said I already understood and that it's different for guys, but she just stuck with her plan. Then we had a snuggle in the bed, with her toying with my nips, as she calls them, until I was crazy with wanting more. She dropped a hint that I had to keep going along with her ideas, if I wanted us to stay together. She mentioned Bryce, the rich guy who she went out with a few times before I hooked up with her, like she was saying he was ready to step in if I got dumped. I guess Bryce doesn't have any toxic masculinity. Monday. I went around with sore balls all day long. When I got to Marnie's place, right at the time she said because I didn't want to upset her, she gave me a big hug. Those fat milk-bags pressing up against me got me hard at the word 'go'. She said that was normal, so it wasn't a problem. Well, not for her it wasn't. She even made a joke about how keeping me horny made me try harder when I was 'performing cunnilingus'. Sure. Okay. But that doesn't help me, except that I've gotten prouder about doing a good job for her. Well, there I am, really desperate, and hoping to do something to make her ease up on what she's doing to me. That's when she says we need more than panties, if I'm ever going to have a breakthrough. Say again? What it turns out she thinks I need is to get into this baby doll nightie she pulls out of her dresser. No way, I tell her. But she always wears those for me, because I like to see her in them. Sure I do, with her chest-warmers visible through that see-through material. If she can do it for me, why can't I do it for her? That's like an upside-down way of thinking, but by then I was out of my mind, if not for sex, then at least for another session of hand-action. You know, getting teased really does feel good, even if there's no 'happy ending'. She gets me naked and into new panties, with ruffles on the butt, no less. Then she slips the baby doll over my head. The way it slides down over my smooth skin, with that lightweight stuff it's made of being like teasing fingers, I'll admit it felt nice. Still way too sissy, but nice. Then she had me give her THREE climaxes. Female orgasms. And it was like I had reached a new high score. Then came an extra-long round of teasing me, with added dirty talk about how I'm a good little boy for her. Once she even said 'good little girl', I think, but I'm not certain. She sent me home, walking on a cloud, because I'd made her so happy, and she'd been so generous to me. Even though I still didn't get to spurt my spunk. Tuesday. It's wild, how much has happened in just over a week. I figure everything Marnie wants to get done is almost over. This evening she wanted more bed cuddle, but I didn't have to use my mouth on her. Just lots of laying under the covers and talking, with her giving me little teases to keep the fire burning, you could say. She told me we were like girlfriends, spending time together. Whatever. I still want to get back to regular sex. At this point, I'd settle for her playing with my dick and letting me eat her puss. Wednesday. She had me take her to a movie. Some chick flick. Okay, I did get into it, kind of. And I could see how the girl in it was thinking. We talked about it, back at Marnie's and she liked what I thought. She even rewarded me with the baby doll again (which I didn't need, but it was okay) and letting me give her FOUR orgasms (hooray for me) and her getting me ALMOST to where I could finish, several times, but not quite taking me over the finish line (thank you, darling). Thursday. Marnie greeted me at her door with a glass of wine. She said she was hot for sex and wanted to get started. Whoa. No talking first? But then she gave me this pajama set, short sleeves top and bottom, satiny material. I told her that pink isn't my color, but she said to just relax and 'think pink'. The wine and her eager attitude had me giggling. She said I was her bi-curious girlfriend, which made me laugh. She got naked for a change. That was funny. Me dressed girly in those PJs, and her nude. I had to wriggle down under the covers and lick and suck until she had a loud climax. Good job, Tommy. Then she said it was snack time. I wanted some teasing but she was being selfish. Like I used to act, I guess. Anyway, she had all these microwave goodies that we ate right there, in bed, gabbing about how I was doing, and right in the middle of it, licking my nipples, which just about sent me off the chart. I mean, no wonder girls like to have that done to them. I asked politely if I could return the favor and she surprised me by saying yes. We got into a 69 position, but just enough so we got get our mouths on each other's tits. Sometime as we were doing that, she started calling me Tammy, which was silly, but it's close to Tommy so I figured it was okay. Friday. Tonight was different. Marnie just wanted sex. No talk or hugging, which would have been nice. But if that was what she was after, it was easier just to give it to her. She got me back in the baby doll nightie, which feels so good against my hairless skin. She even playfully spritzed some perfume on me. Okay, if it's just a one-time thing. Then she got me down there and it was like she couldn't get enough. Jeez, the things I have to do for her sometimes. Then she just fell asleep, thanks for nothing. And when she woke back up, she pushed me back down for another round with my mouth visiting pussycat junction. Oh well, maybe next time she'll be more considerate. Saturday. Hello? It's date night. Can't we at least go out? But she was all about the sex again. I can't wait for this whole deal to be over. I mean, it's not THAT bad. Still, she could be more affectionate and take my feelings into consideration. Sunday. Well, that was an improvement. I have to tell my Kitten diary right away. Marlene ordered us take-out food and had it delivered. I was in my shorty jammies and had to hide while she paid the guy. Marnie even got a little flirty with him, but I decided she's just horny, and needed to be taken care of. She said that, now that I'm officially her girlfriend -- when did that happen? -- I should wear some make-up. I'm still a guy but, well, whatever. At least she was nice about it. And when she made up my face, it was sort of a mini girl-party. We giggled a lot. Marnie complimented me on my soft features, which was pleasant to hear. She made my eyes smoky and my lips dramatic. Shades of blue up above and bright red below, with a coat of gloss for shininess. Then she made me mess up the lipstick with a long session of pussy eating. I've gotten so good at it. And she mostly appreciates it, when she's not in one of those roll-over-and-go-to-sleep-afterwards moods, which I hate, but what are you going to do? Anyway, I lost count of how many orgasms she had. And she got so wet. I think I drank more pussy juice than wine. (Insert cute smile emoji here, one that's licking its lips.) Then I insisted on a cuddle. She asked if I wanted to be teased, but I said we could save that for later. She was on her side and I suckled at her lovely breasts. Guess I was trying to get her turned on again. It worked. Ha, ha. She needed me to lap her again, but I pretended I didn't want to do it. She threatened to spank my fanny. Wouldn't THAT be something! Monday. I mentioned my lease being up in a few days, and Marnie invited me to move in with her. What? Wow. That's so nice of her. I mean, we share all sorts of things. She said I should start bringing my stuff over right away, but not to bother with any male underwear. Well, I guess not. This is going to be so fun. Tuesday. I began taking my junk to Marnie's place. It's amazing how much she's helped me to change in just a few weeks. Who would have believed it? Maybe she's been slipping me some kind of magic drug. Ha, ha. But seriously, I feel so welcomed. She got me my own pillowcase, with ruffles. And bought me some cosmetics, including pink lipstick that she wants to see me wear. Her joke is that now I'll have my pink lips on her pink lips. Get it? She means her pussy lips. And she bought herself something. She got a couple pair of those girl's underwear that are cut to look like boy's briefs. She strutted around wearing just those, a dark T-shirt, and sweat socks. The top sure didn't hide her pretty breasts. Then she practically dragged me into the bedroom. I had to kneel by the bed, while she sat on the edge of the mattress. Marnie made me take those jockey shorts off her and then slurp her twat like I was some sex slut. She said I was giving her a blowjob, which made us both laugh. It was a little rough when she held onto my hair, but I wasn't going to spoil her mood by saying anything. Afterwards, she stretched out and had me lay alongside her. Marnie lazily played with my dick -- which she called a clitoris, if you can believe that -- and taunted me about not being very big down there. Okay, I'm not. But did she have to bring up about Bryce being so much larger in that department? I got kind of moody for a while, but then she teased me right back into being happy. I only wish I was allowed to finish. Still, like she keeps saying, I behave better all the time, if I don't 'get any'. Wednesday. I'm already mostly moved in. My lease is just about up. When I said something about how we could do more sexually, once I was sleeping over, she warned me not to get too demanding. I became pouty, I'll admit. Went around with my lower lip stuck out and a frown on my face. She said I was acting like a spoiled girl, and made me put on a dress that she'd bought me, in case this happened. I felt foolish in a dress, but she liked it and that's what's important. She got naked, sat on the big easy chair in the living room and pushed her hips way forward, so I could give her another 'blowjob'. I felt a bit like I was being used, but she had a loud orgasm, which made me think it was worth it. Thursday. Most of my furniture went to the thrift shop. My male shorts ended up in a dumpster in my old apartment complex's center court. To celebrate my liberation from male underwear, Marnie bought a nice bottle of champagne. We toasted, and she gifted me with a corset from some naughty lingerie shop in the city. When she put it on me, my girlfriend laced it very tightly, but explained that's how it works, and complimented me on my new, shapelier figure. I'll admit that I blushed with pride. It even pushed up the flesh of my chest to give me pretend breasts. That was fun because it inspired her to play with my nipples. Guess what that led to. Hint, it involved my mouth and her puss. Tee hee. When I joked about it, she renewed her threat to spank me. Friday. Guess what? Marnie really did tan my bottom. I mean, it hurt but not too much. I can't even remember what her excuse was for putting me over her lap. And I had the corset on, so that was uncomfortable. Plus, gaudy make-up. It's kooky what women want sometimes, for their kinky tastes. Still, the whole scene got her crazy heated up, so that she hauled me off to bed and put me to work until she was exhausted and I had a sore jaw. (Just kidding, about that second part.) I said something again about getting my turn. That was probably because the spanking got my little dick hard. Marnie promised she would do something about my urges. Then we went to bed together and spent the entire night sleeping side-by-side, for the first time. Tres romantic. Saturday. It turned out that Marnie's solution to what she calls my 'neediness', was to order me a chastity device online. And pay for rush delivery. I got upset but she took me in her arms and soothed me. Marnie explained that it would be better all-around if she regulated my sex drive. It tried to debate it, but she always seems able to talk circles around me. Guess I'm just a frivolous girlfriend. She says I will be allowed to ejaculate, but not too often, for my own good. Like that one top she wears says, she's the boss. Sunday. My chastity should arrive tomorrow. The way Marnie talks about it, and how it will intensify our sex lives, I'm actually starting to look forward to it. Having her control me that way is erotic. Or maybe I should just say 'dirty'. This afternoon she had us both get in bed, with her naked and me in that corset, my faux titties pushed up. Marnie sucked on my little boobs and ground her hips against mine, saying it was a preview of my 'life as her chastity slave'. Where did that come from? Slave? Oh MY. Monday. Chastity Day. I couldn't wait to get home from my menial job. Marnie was late, as she had an end-of-the-day meeting involving her executive position. I greeted her at the door in a new outfit she got me, which is a maid's uniform. The sexy French kind, if you can imagine that. Fishnet stockings and all. Anyway, I gave her a curtsy. She made a joke about how I was just trying to avoid another spanking. I joked back that we BOTH enjoy those, because they always lead to so much hot sex. Anyway, I was all shaved with the laser razor. She says I won't have to use it much longer, as she's getting me permanent hair removal. Marnie is always thinking of me. She had me lay back on the bed, in my corset and stockings with garters. The chastity consisted of a ring and the part that goes over my dick. She made a comment about my pecker being so small, and snuck in a reference to Bryce and his long thick cock. Excuse me, girlfriend. Anyway, she fitted the ring onto me, attached the two pieces to each other, and turned the key in the barrel lock. I said before that it's exciting to be controlled, but that gave me a momentary chill. Then Marnie wanted to test it. What followed was our longest tease game yet, with me squirming under her touch the entire time. When it was my turn to tease her, I was totally psyched up and all that energy went into giving her satisfaction. The difference was that I didn't finish but she did. Tuesday. I said something bad about Bryce and got spanked. Wednesday. Marnie keeps adding to my female wardrobe. I don't know why she bothers, since this is temporary. Now she has me wearing padded bras, and even one with big falsies in it. The one thing I like about them is how they stimulate my boobies. I could get used to that. Thursday. Heard Marnie on the phone with 'him', made a face, and got spanked. Friday. Marnie had me reread some of my early diary entries. They sound like they're from a different person. Have I changed that much? Now I'm kind of ashamed for letting her make me so girly. She says that I obviously like it, so why am I complaining. I couldn't think of a good answer for that. Saturday. Date Night. Except Marnie is going out with Bryce. She says it's just to talk about old times. And have a drink. Then go to have a look at his new penthouse apartment. She doesn't want me to go out, so she's going to put these bondage mittens on me, ones she got at the kinky shop (!). Then she'll completely undress me and I'll be unable to dress myself. So now I'm really sure I'll be staying in tonight. Sunday. Marnie couldn't shut up about her date with Bryce. She keeps dropping unsubtle hints that they jumped into bed together. When I said she'd better not have done it, she pointed out that I haven't had sex with her for a long time, because I'm too much of a sissy. I tried to defend myself but had an attack of sobbing in the middle of it. She hugged me and said everything would be all right. Monday. Bryce phoned while I was cleaning house in my maid's outfit. Marnie had a long chat with him, as if I wasn't even there. Like I was just a hired domestic. She came right out and told him the sex they had was fantastic, knowing that I could hear her. As soon as she said it, my dick started throbbing inside its cage. Why? Tuesday. Because I've been feeling sorry for myself, Marnie took me out shopping. She said we needed some 'girl time' together. She let me pick out something for myself at the lingerie shop in the mall. I got a new baby doll, but with marabou feathers around the bottom. She said my taste was more feminine than hers. Then we went to the food court and she got us healthy fruit shakes. I said something about how I've gained a few pounds, but she said that was fine because the added pounds had all gone to the right places, like my ass and those corset-boobs. When we got home I modelled the nightie and she even took pictures. For one of them she had me hold a decorative fan in front of my face and peek out over it. That shot she posted on some naughty website for crossdressers. I told her I'm not one of those, not really, and she just smiled. Wednesday. Bryce phoned my girlfriend again. I get so steamed when that happens. On the other hand, it makes her happy. And I guess she can't spend all her time with her 'sissy sister', as she sometimes calls me. She also had me reread more early diary entries. I blushed to think how unmanly l have become. But Marnie likes me this way, for as much longer as it lasts. Thursday. Marnie was awfully sexed-up. She didn't even bother to tease me, before I had to get under the kitchen table and lap her pussy while she gabbed on the phone to Bryce. It was humiliating. That's why I couldn't figure out the way I reacted, when she gave me just a little teasing and I was left panting, much more than I should have been from just the physical stimulation. I mean, there's no way hearing her talk with him, while I served her sexually, would cause that. Is there? Friday. My girlfriend is excited about going out with her boyfriend, Bryce. I asked her if I wasn't her boyfriend, and she said no, I'm her girlfriend. I was wearing panties and a pink top with an adorable kitty cat on it at the time, with my hair teased up and whorish make-up on, so it was hard for me to deny. She pointed to the image on the shirt and reminded me that this diary is called KITTEN'S DIARY. So now, she will still call me Tammy, but also address me as Kitten when she feels like it. Probably that will be when we're in bed together. Or when I'm using my mouth on her in any other part of the apartment. Saturday. Marnie had me help her get ready for her date. I sure had mixed feelings about that. There she was getting ready to go hit the sheets with him, and I'm making it easier for her. It was frustrating for me to get in the shower with her, wearing only my chastity, to wash her back and bottom and legs. She got her fingers soapy and used them on my nipples. After I dried her with a big fluffy towel, she got moony about Bryce and I became snippy. I even stamped my little foot. That was when she squeezed liquid soap from the dispenser onto my tongue and made me keep it there. Her version of washing my mouth out with soap. The look I got on my face made her laugh. But then, after she was dressed in sexy lingerie and a slinky red dress, she had something special for me to wear. It was my own date night dress, except it was more like a jumper, with a bib front and wide shoulder straps, the whole thing in gingham checks. My hair has gotten longer and she pinned a big floppy bow on top of it. Then she made me draw long eyelashes on my face and make big circles of rouge on my cheeks, and even draw some freckles above those. I resembled a doll. I felt consoled that she devoted that time to me, but wasn't thrilled by the look I was given. Still, it was better than being left naked and mitten-handed. I spent the evening watching a marathon of Kardash Family episodes. Lately I get so caught up in those, with all the drama and stunning clothes. Gabby had the sweetest sweater and Nina took her shoe shopping. Marnie didn't get home until after midnight. She came straight to me and we shared an embrace, except that she smelled like sweat and sex. Then it was straight to the bedroom. She didn't even bother to get undressed. Her panties were in her handbag. When she got on the bed, with her legs apart and knees up, I said I hoped she had at least washed up down you-know-where. She grinned evilly and said she hadn't touched it at all and was saving everything for me to clean with a tongue-bath. I was upset but also aroused in some way I didn't understand. It was like I was in a spell, the way I went straight to my usual spot and got busy. I hated having to lick up Bryce's spunk and -- EWW! -- swallow it. But that's what happened. I was ashamed of myself for not refusing, but when she asked me if I was trying to get hard inside my chastity, had to admit I was. Marlene laughed and had me fetch a wand-vibrator that she'd gotten at that kinky boutique. Then I had to strip out of my juvenile dress and slip into a frothy pink baby doll. She used the sex toy to to get me buzzed with excitement, right through my snug little cage. My balls drew up tight and I reached for my nipples. She had me play with my nips, even making me wet my fingers in my mouth. While that was happening, she went on and on about Bryce, his super-duper cock, so much bigger than my little twiddle, and how long he could keep going in bed, and how many positions he got her into. As if I needed to hear any of that. Even so, listening to her rave about him and his body added to my sensory overload. In the end, I had a chastity-climax. Semen came out in weak spurts, but at least it was some kind of orgasm. I sighed loudly with relief. She surprised me by pulling tissues from the box on the bedside table and cleaning me up. Then Marnie took me in her arms. She apologized for having sex with Bryce, but said it was necessary and would continue to happen, but that I would always be her special girl. Sunday. We had a quiet day today. Some snuggles and a mini fashion-show that I put on for my girlfriend, with lots of bedroom-wear and ending with me in the corset and stockings, my boy-boobs standing up proudly, a bit bigger from my weight gain. She kidded me about how I'd need a bra for real if they got larger, and lightly tweaked my nipples. She used the vibrator but stopped far short of taking me over the top. Afterward we ate ice cream and talked about TV shows and clothes and, for better or worse, Bryce. Marnie even gave me a second serving of chocolate-vanilla-and- strawberry. What can I say? I'm still getting used to all the things that are different now. Most days I feel less like Tommy and more like Tammy. In the bedroom, I'm always Kitten. And we spend a lot of time in there. It's not easy to let go of your manhood, but having something else to move on to sure helps. ********* (Well, that was an interesting five weeks. What do you think? Does this qualify as sweet-and-sentimental? Do you like the diary format? Please leave feedback.)