Estrogen In My Body - Chapter 3

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It felt very unusual to wake up in a pink silky nightgown. I thought I was dreaming. My wife had already been up and brought out more new clothes for me. "Good morning dear, why don't you slip on this matching robe? Look what else I got you, matching slippers".

Both were all pink and matched my nightgown. Plus there was a one-inch heel on the slippers. I said, "Why are the heels on the slippers?"

Cathy thought it wise for me to start learning how to walk in a heel since I will be in them a lot. "What, high heels, why?" "Silly boy, women wear high heels." "Do I have to start now?"

"Yes, while you are home you should learn to walk in these small heels before I give you real high heel shoes to wear".

I really did not want to "learn more", so I put them on.

Wow, the slippers were weird! My balance was all different. Cathy smiled and said I would get the hang of it. "Be careful on the stairs with your new heels", she said. There it is again, "my" new heels.

The nightgown, the soft silky robe, and the high heel slippers were really a new sensation.

Cathy and I agreed we needed to take a week or so off from work to learn about my new life. But she thought it wise that I go to work and explain my problem to my boss. I was nervous. Would she understand and how would the others treat me? Cathy said I have to face my new life as a woman and start now.

Cathy and I sat around all morning reading the magazines Nurse Sally gave us. We read up on the school and we both think it would be a good idea to attend the two-day training session on how to manage this disease. I was not sure of the hypnotizing part of the school courses but I really needed to learn how to "manage" my disease.

Cathy read a good story on how the spouse can cope with the disease. The story's main point is that the wife needs to understand the disease in order to help her husband. There are classes on how to "assist" your husband to complete his womanhood training so that a proper cure can help him back to his masculine state.

Cathy then pointed out a story on how a man should dress like a woman. A man with the disease should do everything he can to get in the mindset of a woman and live a woman's life before treatment can start. Everyone keeps drilling that into my brain and it scares me. But I want to be a man, so the only way is to be a woman first then the doctors can treat the disease.

Again I asked her why I needed to learn to walk in heels. Cathy said, "you would look pretty funny in sneakers wearing a dress."

"But I don't want to wear a dress! That guy on TV, Karl, was not in a dress," I said.

Cathy got mad and said, "if you are going to be cured, you have to take my direction and you must be totally submerged in your womanhood".

I got real quiet and started to cry. She hugged me and said she is here to help me and that I have to trust her and Nurse Sally.

"Why don't you call Karl and have him come over tonight for dinner? I think he will help both of us since he has had the disease for a while."

I said, "How can you tell he has had the disease longer?"

Cathy said, "Did you see his figure and his demeanor? He carried himself, very lady, like, plus he was completely accepting of his disease". I agreed and called him. Karl will be over tonight and will bring his girlfriend.

I went upstairs and got ready to go to work to talk to my boss. I was nervous about that. While in the shower, I started zoning out as I touched my budding breasts. They are so sensitive and perky. As I got out my wife handed me a lotion to "help my skin". She said. "Rub it all over, it will make you feel wonderful." It smelled very nice and really got me excited as I rubbed it on my chest. Cathy gave me that big smile again saying she forgot to teach me how to shave my legs. Next time she will show me and I will have to also remove the hair under my arms. "For now, let's get going, Cathy said, we have a lot to do today and we need to get to your office".

In our bedroom, Cathy already had my Cross Your Heart bra out and new panties with a different shorter girdle with those longer garters. "What is this, a girdle?", I said.

"Yes, a panty girdle with light support." Cathy then said, "It's time you wear stockings". Oh, boy here it comes! Can I handle this?

"Put on your panties and this little girdle, then let's practice putting on your bra." She said I should practice.

"Terry, watch me put on my bra," Cathy said. "Place your bra straps up on your shoulders, grab the bottom of the bra, work for your hands around your back while bending over to place your breasts into the cups. Then hook the hooks in the back. Try it, dear, you can do it!"

I loved the stretch straps, they made it easier to wrap around me. My breasts filled the cups so well, I swear they got bigger overnight. Hooking the back was the problem. It took me many tries and then I got it hooked on the wrong set of hooks. Cathy smiled and said, "Dear, try again. Take your bra off. No, no silly! Take the bra all the way off and start from the very beginning. You need a lot of practice." After seven or eight more times of hooking my bra, she said it looks like I finally got it like I've been doing all my life. That made me feel good, not!

Next came the stockings. This was a real chore plus clipping them on the garters was not easy. I asked why I couldn't wear pantyhose. She said, "You have to learn all the womanly expressions, maybe some day you can wear pantyhose". The nylons felt so strange, I asked how often women wear these. Cathy said "a lot, so get used to it now. Pretty legs are just one part of a pretty woman"! I didn't want to hear that.

She handed me a shirt but I quickly said my bra would show through. Cathy said, "so, you wear a bra, it's no secret. You have breasts, that is why you wear a bra, it's no secret".

"I don't want people to see me wearing a bra", I said.

"Ok," she said, "here is a camisole of mine you can try, it will hide your bra".

"Yes, but that will show through too." There came that look again, and I knew I better get dressed like she said. The camisole was so soft and filled with tons of lace. It molded right to my bra, another strange feeling for me to get used to. After I was dressed, you could hardly see my bra. I knew not to press the see-through issue anymore.

Cathy and I both went to see my boss. I was a nervous wreck waiting for my boss in her waiting room. Cathy grabbed my hand and said, "relax, all will be fine."

Mrs. Smith came in and greeted us warmly. I explained I was sick, had a strange disease, and needed a week or so off. She looked at us and asked what this strange disease was. After I explained what I had, she totally understood and said whatever I needed the company would help. She knows a personal friend who went through the same disease.

Wow, was I relieved! She said "Take as much time as you need. The other girls can handle their tasks." My boss thought it was wise for her to let the staff know about my disease. I thought it was better than the boss breaks the ice for me and makes sure the staff treats me with respect.

I left the office feeling very good. Cathy suggested we stop out for lunch and walk the malls. "Come on," she said, "Let's have some fun and window shop. Let's see what new clothes we could get you".

We had lunch at the mall. I could not believe how at ease I was walking around the mall. No one made any comments on my camisole and bra straps showing through a little. Cathy reminded me of this and said "No one cares. People are accepting of your disease."

Cathy grabbed my hand and pulled me into Victoria's Secret. Wow, this was a real "pink" store, very girly. I got real nervous in here. One of the clerks came up to us and I got the sense she knew my new position in life. Cathy said we would both like to buy a matching bra and panties sets. That line of talk confirmed with the clerk one set was for me. Her big smile started our tour through the bra store. "What kind of bra set would you all like?" she said.

My wife jumped right in, my tongue was tied up it seemed, "Something in pink and underwire bra pleases, maybe a t-shirt bra." She said she has just the pretty set, our Body by Victoria new Ipex full-coverage bra is beautifully pink with lacey pink panties.

"The new bra is lightly lined for no show-through", she said. I thought to myself, no show through, I like that, then no one can see my bra under my clothes. I quickly learned that was not what the "no show though" meant. "What size do you need"? the clerk asked. Oh no, here we go again, will she measure me? I hate being measured. Being measured sends that signal that I have breasts and I am getting a bra.

Cathy said, "a 36A and a 38B". "Ok, they are right here, they are very cute and look great under t-shirts", the clerk said. There it was, that "hard cup" bra Mary showed us in the other lingerie shop. I am not sure I want a shapely bra. I tried to tell Cathy it was too shapely and didn't we get one like that yesterday but she would not change her mind, it was too lovely. Cathy said, "you can never have too many pretty bras". Oh, really?

The clerk, Sue, said, "Why don't you try them on to see how they fit?" I looked at Cathy, she looked at me, I was nervous. Sue asked which size belongs to whom? I said 36A and Sue opened the door to the dressing room, clearly indicating to me, get in there and try it on. She handed me the 36A bra and basically ushered me in the room. Wow, I was nervous! I tried on the bra, it was very nice, very defining. It shaped my chest way more than the Playtex bra, really projected my bustline a lot more.

Cathy talked over the wall, "Dear how does 'your' bra fit? Mine is very nice and sexy!" I almost fainted when she said that so loud. Sue said if I needed help, just ask. Wow, this was all too much and I sat down on the chair. I got back into my Playtex bra and camisole and sat there, I thought I was going to faint. Then the door opened, Sue and Cathy staring in at me. "Is everything ok Terry?" they asked. "Yes, almost fainted and had to sit down," I said.

"So how was the bra, did you like it, did it fit nice?" Cathy asked. She asked me why I took the t-shirt bra off? Cathy said she wanted to see the bra on me and I had to try it on again before we could buy it. I said the bra was fine, but she looked at me and I knew that I had to do it again. This time we both were in the dressing room as I slipped on the t-shirt bra.

Cathy said, "See your breasts are falling out of the cups. A t-shirt bra, molds you, the cup shapes you more, supports you more and since you are almost a B cup woman now, you will need a B cup bra". Cathy opened the door as I was standing there in the 36A bra to say to Sue I need a 36B bra to try on. Sue smiled and said she would be right back.

Sue returned with two 36B bras. Why two bras? I soon found out. The Ipex 36B bra fit snugly, gave me what seemed to be a bigger bustline and the other bra was a large cup, 36B fully padded bra. Sue said it was VS's balconette push-up bra with gel-curves. Plus, this bra seemed to have the cups cut off on top. I asked why. Cathy said it is designed to lift and create feminine cleavage for a low cut blouse. I told my wife I didn't need that one, I have enough of a bustline and I don't have a low cut blouse. She smiled and said "not yet, but you will," and had me try it on. Just then Sue looked in.

"All OK in here?" Seeing me in the padded bra, Sue commented how nice the low cut bra looked, the fit looked perfect. Cathy agreed and asked if it had matching panties. Sue got a big smile and said yes, they even had boy shorts. I did not know what boy shorts were, but I would learn quickly. Cathy said, "No, he needs a women's full brief panty."

Sue brought back a pretty silky panty to match the padded bra. Cathy said that panty was perfect and we would take both.

Cathy suggested I leave the push-up bra on and wear it home. I was not sure the camisole would fit over that bra so I put my Playtex bra back on and the camisole. I want to "cover-up" as much a possible.

We spent another hour in Victoria Secret walking around looking at all the girly lingerie. I think Cathy was teaching me the facts about my new life. We came across what Sue called a very pretty "all-in-one". "Wow, that was some bra and it had garters too," I said. The girls laughed and asked if I would like to try one on. No thanks! "There are a lot of clothes women can wear and I guess you will try them all on someday", Cathy said.

Walking through the mall, Cathy pulled me into the Dress Barn. Oh, what next I thought. I was not ready for dresses. Cathy said let's get me a top, something that would show off my new assets. She already had a stretch top off the table and asked me how I liked it. Well, the color pink was nice but looked too small. She said that was the idea, this will look really pretty on your budding figure. I told her I was not ready for this, she gave me that look and said, "Well, you better get ready now for it. We are buying several tops for you to "practice" with at home. You have to get used to your new look".

We went to another table with t-shirts. I thought "Here it comes; these will go with the new Victoria Secret t-shirt bra you just bought". Cathy then said the same thing, "These will go with the new bra you bought. You need to see how that molded cup bra will look under these t-shirts". I smiled and said "Of course, Dear." She picked up two, a white and a pale yellow t-shirt. I said, "I could not wear white, you will really see my bra through it". She said, "That is half the fun, you will see". Plus these t-shirts were clearly designed for a woman, lace around the collar and arms and bottom.

Then when I thought we were done, she spotted a rack of colorful silk tops. I almost fainted when I saw the design. Pink and white flowers all over the blouse and silky soft material with a belt or a band just under the breasts. She held it up to my body, right in the middle of the store. I said, "What are you doing?" She said, "I just wanted to see how it looks on you. It's a good color for you." I asked what that ribbon is around the blouse. She said, "it is an empire blouse that hugs the body just under the bustline." Oh, great, just what I need! More definition of my bustline. I asked her to pass on this one. She said, "No, it is perfect for dinner tonight."

We left the mall with all my Dress Barn and VS purchases. Bags in both my arms, we went straight home and had to get ready for Karl and his girlfriend for dinner.

Cathy said I should take "all my new" clothes upstairs, clean up, and put on my new floral blouse we just bought. I said, "What, I can't wear that!" She gave me that look, and said, "You are home with me. Karl has the same disease and he will be 'dressed up'. You don't want to make him feel out of place, do you?" "All right, I will wear it, but it will be strange." "Terry, you are just beginning to 'feel' the strange clothing on your body. Get used to the changing. Remember, we need to beat this disease and this is all part of it" she remained me.

I didn't have time to put all my new purchases away, so I slipped off my shirt and washed up. Standing there in my Playtex bra and camisole in front of the mirror sent shivers up my body. Emotions are changing in my body too.

I slipped the empire waist blouse on. Wow, did this blouse shows off my breasts! I felt really strange seeing these two mounds popping out of my chest. I sure hope they don't get any bigger. You can really tell I have a bustline and you could see my new breasts were being "held up" by a bra. I could see the bra straps and cups. Oh, well, it is just "understanding" friends coming over tonight. I took one last look and went downstairs.

Cathy saw me, smiled, and said I look very nice. I should relax and use this night to learn from Karl about his journey through the Feminizer disease.

Right on time, the doorbell rang. I could see Karl and his girlfriend through the window. He was wearing a very feminine top that clearly showed off his bustline, woman's pants, and feminine shoes with a little high heel. Wow, he was carrying a purse! I forgot about that womanly "thing". His hair was pulled back, looking different than the other day.

We all went through the introductions. His girlfriend's name is Lisa. She is a very attractive girl and well dressed. She hung right on Karl's side like they were very much in love. It was nice to see that she must have accepted him with his disease. Karl broke the ice saying how much he liked my blouse and wanted to know where I bought it.

We all sat down with a glass of wine and then it started. My questions just popped out. "How long have you had the disease? I asked. Karl said 6 months. "Do you think you will have to live out the disease as a full woman?" I asked. Karl laughed and said "Yes, that is the only way to cure yourself". He said next week he plans to "switch" to all women's clothes. He said it will be much easier to dress his new body in women's clothes and it will take less time trying to explain to people what he is doing and the disease he has.

Karl was saying that most people accept his disease and treat him with respect. He does not think it will be a problem living full time as a woman. Lisa was very quiet but sat right next to him all smiles.

Cathy wanted to know if Karl knew of the Brook Institute, the school that teaches us how to handle this disease. He did and said that he will be attending soon. His doctors recommended the Institute. He thinks it will help him cope with the dressing and getting into the total mindset of a woman's world. Cathy agreed and so did Lisa. They all looked at me for my thoughts. What could I say, but it sounds like a good idea?

I asked when the doctors started the process to cure him. Karl laughed, "Terry, the cure will be months or many years away. I have to get my estrogen level up to 30 first and live for 2-4 months as a woman before they can start lowering my estrogen". Karl asked if I got the estrogen shots yet? I said I just had my first shot yesterday. Karl said I have a long way to go before they can reverse my disease.

Karl then jumped right in and started giving me all the positive reasons to beat this and the fun parts of being a woman. Oh, boy I thought, did he already have that hypnotic class at the Institute? He is already thinking like a woman. Karl must have read my mind, he said "the reason I am so at ease with my change is that I have been on estrogen for months and it's having an effect on my brain, a positive effect". The girls liked that and all smiled to say "isn't he a love!"

They could all tell I was getting nervous and weak. They changed the subject and we stepped up to continue getting to know each other at dinner.

At dinner, we made small talk. Karl wanted to know where I got the blouse. I said at the Dress Barn today. Cathy and I went shopping and were also at Victoria Secret. Karl's face got very excited when I mentioned VS. Karl thought that was the best store for shopping. They have everything a girl would need. I asked how he likes Mary's Bra and Shape Shop? Both he and Lisa said they love shopping there too. Mary has the real foundations for a developing figure, but VS has fun lingerie. Mary fits my bras and girdle so well since I seem to change shape almost every week. I go to Mary's Bra store often.

Karl said he saw I was wearing stockings. He wanted to know how they felt and if I was wearing pantyhose. Cathy jumped right in on this saying she wanted me to experience wearing regular stockings with garters before trying pantyhose. I said the stockings felt ok, weird, but the girdle is very tight and made my hips do funny movements. Karl laughed and said I will get used to the girdle wearing. Mary's store has all the answers with many different style girdles. Karl said he had a hard time wearing stockings, but soon you will never know you have stockings and a girdle on plus they do help control your hips, as you will soon find out. The girls smiled and both said, "you boys have so much to learn about our 'life'".

We talked more about the Brook Institute and Karl's changing to all women's clothing. Lisa has suggested that Karl wear only dresses, no pants. I got the sense that Cathy agreed with that idea. I knew what I was in for soon. Karl also encouraged me to stay with the estrogen shots and not fight it. The drug really helps your thinking in the right direction. It lets you think like a woman and this reduces your stress of the change. My wife leaned over to me and said, "See, I told you those shots will help you. You need more shots to relax your brain".

Lisa reminded Karl he had an early doctor's appointment saying he was scheduled to get his next estrogen shot. We said our goodbyes and agreed to get together on the weekend for a more social visit like doing a movie and some shopping. I thought to myself, I don't need any more shopping, but the "girls" had other ideas it seemed.

I helped clean up while Cathy was saying what a nice evening it was. Karl helped her understand our future and suggested we make Lisa and Karl our good friends. I like that idea but was more concerned about me and the next month or so of my life.

I went upstairs and got ready for bed. Wow, undressing takes so much more time now! I have too many clothes to take off and put away. Getting off my stockings and girdle was another real trick. Cathy laughed and said I would get used to all the exciting new clothes someday. Plus I might even like them more than my stuffy men's clothes. Off we went to dreamland in our matching nightgowns. I had such strange dreams.

The next morning, Cathy was already up sitting at her makeup table telling me to get moving that she has a special treat for me today. She said get dressed and she would meet me downstairs for a quick breakfast. Oh boy, what is she up to today?

My hair was getting longer than normal so I thought I would stop at my barbershop today and get a haircut. Little did I know the "hair cut" I was really in for. So I decided to get dressed in my normal "man clothes" for the trip to my barbershop. I threw on my clothes. Boy, that was quick, no woman clothes for going to my barbershop and went downstairs.

Cathy took one look at me and with a very stern face asked me "What are you wearing or not wearing"? I said, "I am going to get my haircut today and I can't wear a bra there"! Then it came, she said, "Get back upstairs and get dressed properly. You have an appointment at my beauty salon for your haircut and 'other things'. You need to dress the part. In fact, you need to wear your bra and girdle every day no matter what. Do you understand?"

I felt the pressure and said ok and marched back upstairs to change. I slipped on my Playtex Cross My Heart bra, panties, and panty girdle with stockings. I could not find the floral top I wore last night. I yelled down to Cathy asking her where it was. She said it is in the wash. She told me to put on my new pale yellow t-shirt we bought yesterday and also put on my new Victoria Secret t-shirt bra. Fear ran through my body thinking of that bra. It really made my bustline "stick out"! I knew she would make me wear it, plus I also knew that bra will really show through that thin, clingy t-shirt material.

I was in for a real day. I tried on the VS bra. Wow, it felt so different than my Playtex bra! The VS bra made my chest stand up and out saying here I am, all woman. Then pulling the t-shirt on, wow, this was so small! At least I thought so and could see my new bra through the thin material. I said, "This could not be right, I don't want to look like this."

I went downstairs and Cathy looked up and smiled. "Wow, you look great, love the t-shirt, just your color!" she said. I said I could not wear this without a camisole to hide the bra. She got mad and said, "What is wrong with the way you look? How many times have you seen me on a t-shirt? This is what women wear, their clothes are designed to look good, and you look good. Remember as I have said before, you have breasts, people expect you to wear a bra. You could not go braless. Terry, you have to get over this and move on, you have to think of yourself as a woman and dress like one".

I was not happy but knew I could not win. Cathy came over to me and hugged me, kissed me, and said everything will work out and I looked very nice. Cathy said, "If it would make you feel better we will wear the same bra and top today".

Cathy then whispered in my ear, I could take off my stockings. I would not need them today. I asked her why she was up with her smile? She said, "Don't worry, you will love our day. Just relax and let's eat, we have to get going".

I pleaded with her to know what we were doing. she smiled and gave me the day's schedule.

She said, "First we are going to my beauty salon for a haircut, manicure, and pedicure." I tried to interrupt but she said "Wait ... next we have an appointment at the Brook Institute for a short orientation meeting on their courses, then lunch, and at 4 PM we have your next estrogen shot from Nurse Sally.

I felt tired already and asked why we need to go to the Institute since it is early in my disease for training. Cathy smiled and said, "We will have fun today and after lunch might even get some shopping in at the mall." "Oh, no not again!" I said. She said I had better get used to shopping, we have a lot of clothes to buy me since I have very few of my own. I knew what she was saying, but did not want to hear it.

Cathy went upstairs and returned in her t-shirt bra and a matching pale yellow t-shirt. Wow, we looked the same on top. I could see her bra. she modeled the outfit and asked how I liked it. What could I say, but pretty? And she said, "and you too!" We were off for the day.

The first stop was Betty's Hair and Nail Salon. I knew I was in for a very feminine experience. We were greeted with all smiles, very pleasant women, Betty ushered me right to a chair and asked how I would like my hair styled. I looked puzzled so Cathy jumped in as normal and told her the cut. Betty smiled and said that would look beautiful and proceeded to get me ready. I closed my eyes and started to cry inside. I knew this was the beginning of my new life.

I thought I was done but Betty asked me to go to another chair to dry my hair. Wow, what was all this fuss, all new to me! While I was under the hairdryer, a very cute 20 years old came over and said she was here to do my nails. I looked puzzled but Cathy said, "Yes, please do. He would like pink nail polish." I just looked "blank" at her and didn't move. She took my hand and started right in rubbing, buffing, cleaning, cutting, doing all sorts of stuff. It felt pretty good as she asked me "Do you like this special treatment, it's something new for you, isn't it, honey?" My brain was just buzzing and all I could say to her was "This is very relaxing, thank you".

She was done with my nails. The dryer was still blowing on my head. I looked at my nails and almost fainted, what is going on? They are so pink, so feminine. She looked concerned and asked how I liked them. My tongue was tied. She then asked if she could do my toenails, fear popped in my face and I looked at Cathy. Cathy smiled and said to her, "Sure, that would be very nice, the same color please".

I looked around the salon. No one thought anything strange about me being there. Everyone was having such a good time, talking up a storm, and getting so pretty, then I thought that was the estrogen talking in me.

Betty came over to get me, saying how nice my nails looked, and saying pink in my color. Great, my color, how feminine it looked! Betty took my hand and guided me back to her chair, saying now we will style your hair to the perfect look. Oh, I can't wait, I thought.

Cathy was sitting in the nail chair having her nails done now talking with our neighbor from back home. They were both looking up several times at me, I knew they were talking about me and my disease. Mrs. Smith, my neighbor kept smiling at me, like she was saying "Everything will be OK, Dear".

Betty put the final touches on my hair and said, "Terry, how do you like your new look?" I was blown away. How could I look so much different than when I walked in here? My hair was truly a woman's cut, very feminine looking, and as Cathy popped up to say, "The cut looks so so cute on you dear, it's your look. Don't you just love it?". I was speechless. Between the new feminine look and pink nails, I was very nervous and Cathy could tell.

Cathy looked at me and said, "Terry, don't cry, that cut looks very cute on you. Tell me what you are thinking?" All I could say was "It sure looks different". Betty and Cathy laughed and said it was my look and everyone will love it. I didn't want to hear that.

Betty took off my smock as I stood up. I looked in the mirror again at my full view, wow there I was in my new feminine haircut and my VS bra showing, I was turning into a woman. Cathy knew what I was thinking and hugged me saying my look was the beginning of my feminine appearance and I looked beautiful. This is the beginning of my cure for the Feminizer disease.

As Cathy and I walked out of the salon, I looked in the mirror again and saw a woman. I could pass as a woman. That made me feel a little better that I could "fake" out the public and I would not have to worry about being a man in a bra.

Cathy held my hand, guided me to the car, smiling all the way. I was happy she was happy and taking this all so well. I was still nervous and she could sense that.

Our next stop was for coffee since we were early for our Institute appointment. Stopping at a coffee shop gave me more confidence. No one thought I was anything but a woman. Cathy sensed my new esteem and said, "See I told you so, you look the part! We will cure this disease together, Terry"!

We were right on time for the appointment. Our guidance counselor was Ms. Beers. We were lead into a very warm comfortable room, very feminine looking. Ms. Beers commented how nice I looked, loved the hairstyle. I looked at Cathy and she smiled with approval. She knew why we were here and got right into the curriculum.

I knew right then, there was no turning back. I was in this for the long run.

Ms. Beers asked how committed I was to cure my disease. I told her I wanted to be cured and I would do anything to get better. She smiled and said, "Then we have just the program to help you and your wife."

She looked over my medical chart, which was sent from my doctors. She said I needed to have several more estrogen shots before I could enroll in the course. My estrogen levels need to be much higher. But at the looks of things, your doctors have that under control. I thought, what did she mean by that, as she is looking directly at my bustline and I am sure seeing the padded bra that my wife made me wear under this thin t-shirt.

She went on to explain the course that the doctors have recommended is a three-day program including the mind adjustment segment. She went on to say I must live as a woman for one full week before taking the course, explaining dressing and living the life of a woman is important for my mind control. I looked at Cathy and she quickly said no problem. I could not say a word. Cathy said "We are starting. I have him wearing a bra and girdle all the time now, but he has a lot to learn yet," she smiled. Ms. Beers smiled and said, "I see he is starting his new life".

Ms. Beer spoke about all the new lifestyle experiences I would learn at the Institute like makeup tricks, walking like a lady, presenting myself as a beautiful woman, how to dress for every occasion, and learning all the knowledge I would need to take an active part in society as a woman. She also went on to say, the mind program, hypnotism, really helps the students accept their new position in life and reduces a lot of stress. My wife asked if she could have that mind adjustment and Ms. Beers said no, but there is a 6-hour course for the wives to learn how to handle their new life partner.

We filled out all the paperwork. Ms. Beers then gave us tons of information to read over and said there was a questionnaire in the back that I needed to complete. She suggested we call back in a couple of weeks so that they can monitor my estrogen levels, then they could schedule my classes.

We left the school and went to lunch. I needed food. I was very weak and Cathy knew it. Way too much was happening too fast.

Sitting across the table at lunch, Cathy held my hands and with her big smile said how much she loved me and was so proud of how I was handling all this. She knew I would beat this disease. I thought I would cry, must be the estrogen, I felt tons of emotions flowing through my body.

While at lunch Cathy got real serious saying I need to push forward toward my cure. I told her I thought I would dress as a man for a couple more weeks while my body changes. But after the beauty salon today, she had other plans for me. Cathy explained, "The sooner you start dressing and learning to be a real woman, the sooner the cure can start." She said she would like me to practice this weekend dressing totally as a woman and try going to work Monday as a 100% woman. Again I got real nervous, she could tell. Cathy said "Remember, you said you wanted to be cured soon? This is the only way to do it."

Cathy stared into my eyes and said let's get started"! I said OK and that I needed her help. Cathy smiled and said "I am here for you. The first thing you have to do is stop pulling at your bra straps". She asked if the bra was too tight. I said I did not think so, but it was hard getting used to these straps all over my body. She laughed and said I look like a teenager in my first training bra. We both laughed looking at my projecting bustline. I said, "I think I am past a training bra."

Cathy said we have 2 hours to kill, let's go shopping. With my new haircut and my womanly demeanor, I said OK, let's try it. Cathy sensed this and got so excited, she said she loves shopping with me. Off we went to JC Penney's department store, again headed right for the lingerie department. She said I needed two slips for my new dresses. I did not say anything when she said dresses. I knew this day was coming. This time in the lingerie department I felt much different, much calmer. I guess since my whole look was saying I am a woman and I belonged here now. Everyone could see my cute haircut, my pink nails, and of course, my shapely figure was "shouting" I was all woman.

Cathy asked for a half and full slip. I did not know the difference but knew I would learn quickly. I looked at all the pretty bras and girdles. I was thinking there are so many bra styles, how will I ever learn all of them? I was thinking that estrogen must be working since I am so calm in this department. Cathy saw my wandering eyes and said "Sweetie, would you like to try on that all-in-one bra?" I quickly said, "No, maybe next time." She was OK with that. She knew she really wanted to get to the dress department and buy me my first dress.

We were in the dress department. It felt like buying my first bra. Wow, there are so many to pick from! Cathy knew my head was spinning, grabbed my hand, and pulled me to a rack of dresses. We looked through lots of styles. I knew nothing and just said, "Looks good." What did I know? Cathy spotted a red dress, held it upon me, and then a clerk came over to help. She said "That wrap dress has a very cute bodice and it's very comfortable. It will show off your shape beautifully." Cathy agreed and said I should try it on. We were shown to the dressing rooms. The clerk led us over to the room. This time Cathy came in with me. Right then everyone in that department knew the dress was for me, but I guess I should get over that since I looked almost like a woman now.

The dress fit perfectly. Cathy was so happy with the fit and style! The bustline was really defined. The dress shouted I had a figure! I got back into my t-shirt and left the dressing room holding my first dress. Another first for me, I thought, as I held the dress for purchase, just for me.

Cathy said we were late and had to get going to the doctors for our 4 PM appointment.

Sally, my nurse, was ready for us. We sat as she asked me tons of questions filling in my chart. She asked if I have any reactions to my estrogen shots or other changes. I said "Yes, I feel more emotional. I cry easy and I don't seem to mind wearing a padded bra, which shows through my t-shirt." Sally said "Good, that is the purpose of the medicine. I see you are looking very nice too. I love the cute haircut".

Sally took some blood and asked her assistant to test it now while I was here. We continued to talk. Cathy asked if it was too soon to get me into dresses full time this weekend. Sally said, "The sooner you get him started, the sooner we can cure his disease." That answer sealed my fate. Cathy had permission to start the real process. No more men's clothes for me.

Sally asked me to disrobe. She needed to measure me for the charts. I said I did not like this, but Sally said "Get used to it. We have to do this every time you come in. Besides, what is the problem? We are all girls here."

Sally smiled, saying that my body is changing, I might have to go to a 36B bra, and my hips are wider. I said, "Yes, this bra is a B cup." Sally said "It looks good. Is that a Victoria Secret bra? It is very pretty on you!"

The other nurse came back. Sally reviewed the test. "Terry, your estrogen levels are not progressing so I want to add estrogen pills twice a day to your program." Then, the assistant handed Sally my next estrogen shot. There was no turning back now. "You will be fine, see you in a week," Sally said.

We left the doctors office with the pills and a new "lease on life". I knew this weekend was a big change. I was very quiet in the car and Cathy sensed it.

We got home and there was a message on our phone from Karl. He said, "I hope we can do a movie and some shopping Saturday. I have a new dress I want to wear and show you, Terry. I hope you will have a cute dress on, too!"

I heard this and just collapsed on the couch. My brain was fried!