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Estrogen In My Body - Chapter 18
🕑 Added 2020-11-27 13:05:09 +0000 UTCOTHER CHAPTERS | ALL STORY LIST
Right on time, Steve was at my door to pick me up for our date. He looked so good, in his tight shorts and golf shirt that showed all his muscles. I even saw his tight ass and wanted to grab it. Wow, what was I thinking?
Cathy pushed me out of the house with my Victoria's Secret bag loaded with all my feminine items. I was all set for a fun pool party at his house.
Steve seemed so pleased that I would join him today. It was a perfect day for a pool party. Steve spotted my jewelry and asking if those earrings were from the Brighton store. I was so excited he was "checking me out", I could hardly speak.
I told him yes, I bought these after we had lunch at the mall. Steve popped right in saying he would really like to buy me something special, just from him. Could we go over to the mall right now and get me something special?
I got all red in the face and giddy, saying, "Sure Steve if you would like, you are driving."
I thought what kind of answer is that I must really be nervous.
We were at the mall quicker than I thought. We were making small talk and the time just flew by. It is so easy to talk with him, he is so nice, such a gentleman.
We walked into the Brighton store like we were a couple. I was so nervous. Steve went right for the necklaces. Asking me which I liked. I could hardly talk, saying, "Steve you pick out what you like, I love all of them." He looked around a bit and went to this beautiful silver necklace with two small hearts intertwined together, like two hearts touching each other. Wow, I almost dropped to the ground, it was so lovely! Plus what did he think it meant, two hearts, are they our two hearts joined together?
I could hardly talk. I got out of my mouth, "I loved it, it was perfect. Could I try it on?"
The clerk said, "Of course dear." She handed the necklace to Steve and he spun me around and hooked the very dainty chain around my neck. Wow, this is way too much fun. I was being catered to by a man. I was melting.
I looked down and saw this very dainty necklace fall right between my breasts. My cleavage cradled the hearts, they are so beautiful. It's a good thing I had a low cut blouse on today.
Steve spun me around and said how beautiful I looked. I knew darn well his eyes were glazed over looking at my cleavage, but he was a perfect gentleman, I loved the attention.
I said, "Steve, the necklace is perfect and I love it, can we buy it?" "Terri, that necklace was made just for you, of course, we can buy it. Let's wrap it up or would you like to wear it, Sweetie?", Steve asked.
Wow, another first, did he call me Sweetie? All this was happening way too fast.
Steve looked into my eyes, like "Are you there?", looking for me to answer. I was "out there" dreaming what that meant, him calling me Sweetie. I looked up saying, "I would love to wear it now, Steve."
Wow, he took out his money and paid the clerk for my necklace. She gave us the gift box, so pretty too. I was on cloud nine. I gave Steve a big hug right there in the store, I was so excited!
As we were walking out I kept looking at the double hearts and I could not take my eyes off of the necklace. I ran into a display case. Steve jumped to my rescue, holding me back and guiding me in the right direction. I was melting since he didn't take his arm off my shoulder as he was guiding me out of the store. He was so big, his arm wrapped around my shoulder, he was in full control of me. I loved it.
We walked right together for the longest time. He held me tight to him asking how much I liked the necklace. He knew I loved it, I was so giggly about it.
We came upon Victoria's Secret store. I hardly knew it was there. I was still on cloud 9 looking at the new necklace he bought me. Before I knew it Steve had guided me into Victoria's Secret. He whispered in my ear, "Terri, show me the "little thing" you bought here the other day that you would not show me at lunch."
I looked up and was blown away that I was standing in VS store. How did I get here? Steve asked me again. I was putty in his arm. I smiled and took him right over to the nightgown display. He had a big smile on his face as I picked up the nightie I bought. "How could I not show him what I bought after he bought me this beautiful necklace?", I thought.
I think I finally came down off my cloud 9 and blurted out, "Steve do you like this nightgown?" Steve said, "Terri, it is gorgeous, very feminine. But I bet it would look much better on you."
I blushed and said, "Well maybe someday I will model it for you." Steve popped right back saying, "Terri let me buy you another one now and you could model the nightgown for me tonight."
Those Institute CDs must really be working because I said, "If you would like to, I would do it for you, Steve." He was so happy, he was like a little kid asking if he could pick the color and size.
I said sure but was thinking "How is he going to pick my size? It goes by bra cup size." Well, I was blown away again, he picked a very pretty rose color nightgown in my size, 36D.
I stuttered asking how he knew my size. Steve said, "Terri, I am a very knowledgeable man, I love nightgowns and will explain more later tonight".
Wow. What did all that mean? He guided me to the cashier and before I knew it he had it paid for plus the clerk talked him into buying a small bottle of VS perfume. He looked at me saying, "Terri, this will be just our own perfume, just for you from me."
I thought to myself "This is getting too much. Here I am with a man in VS buying me lingerie and perfume with a gorgeous double heart necklace around my neck. What is next?"
I was still slow to move, still out of it. Steve grabbed my hand and guided me out of the store with another pink bag in my other hand.
Steve was so talkative, talking the whole way to his house. I could not believe his house, it was a mansion, huge! I thought to myself, what does this guy do for a living? The house is beautiful. We pulled into a five-car garage, you could have eaten off the floor it was so clean plus it had many high-end cars. Wow, this is going to be something.
After walking through many hallways, we got into the center of the house. Stave gave me a tour of the house. I was blown away at the size and beauty of the house. The kitchen was the size of my whole house. Steve then pushed a button and the elevator door opened as he said, "let me show you the upstairs".
I got nervous about seeing the bedrooms, but up we went. Upstairs had a full living room, game room and 6-8 bedrooms.
Steve said, "Terri, why don't you put your bags in this room. You can use it as a changing room. I walked into the room and it was to die for! So beautiful, so feminine, looks like it was made for a prince, like me I thought!
Steve suggested I change into my bathing suit and he would meet me downstairs in the kitchen to go out to the pool.
I closed the door behind Steve and looked around. This room was made for me, with a huge makeup table, huge walk-in closets, canopy bed, sitting couches, and everything a woman would ever want. I thought I was in heaven.
I got out of my dress and into my new bathing suit, new earrings, new 3" high sandals, and the pretty little wrap. I was still glancing down at my new necklace, never wanting to take that off.
I remembered Cathy wanted me to call her, so I laid down on the plush sitting couch and called her on my cell phone. I got so giggly telling her about the necklace Steve bought me at the mall. She could not believe we even went into Victoria's Secret and he bought me the same nightie we bought last week. I told her I was on cloud 9. Plus I described the house as a palace. I told Cathy I was so excited. She was happy for me and told me to be careful and enjoy the experience.
I grabbed my pool purse and off I went to the elevator to meet Steve downstairs.
Steve was in the kitchen with a man he introduced as George his chef and house manager.
I thought to myself, "He has his own chef and house manager. Where am I? Wake up Terri, this is not real!"
George was a perfect gentleman greeting me and saying if there was anything I needed, just ask him. Wow, I could get used to this treatment. Does every girl get this pampering?
Steve guided me out the triple doors to the patio with the pool in the distance. Again there was another architectural maze of beautifully designed patio and pool.
Steve suggested we jump on the float in the pool. It was a raft made for two with a "table" in the middle for food and drinks. It was unreal.
I heard my wife talking to me in my head, "Remember, we girls don't swim at these pool parties. We don't want to mess our hair or makeup."
Steve the gentleman he is, said, "Don't worry Terri, just jump in the raft at the steps, you will not get wet."
He was so sweet helping me on the raft and he jumped right on. It was so relaxing floating around on the raft in the pool. George came out with "girly" drinks and snacks. They were the best and fit right on the raft.
Steve made small talk saying what a good time he has had today with me shopping and nowhere at the pool.
All of a sudden, out walked what looked like a teenage girl but I thought she looked like a boy to0. As she or he got close, at the edge of the pool, he said, "Hi Dad, I am back from Pam's house, is this Terri?"
Steve popped right in introducing him to me as his son, Paul. I didn't know what to say but hello, glad to meet you. He said he had to go upstairs and change and get to school for practice. He was very nice, turned and walked out to the pool area with a very feminine walk.
I looked at Steve and he knew what I was thinking. He said, "Terri, I will explain. I live here with my son. My wife died 17 years ago giving birth to Paul. He is a crossdresser. Our next-door neighbor Pam helps him crossdress and she helps him come to terms with his feelings. As long as we are "telling the truth", I too have a fetish for lingerie, but only lingerie, no dressing up further. So I am very liberal with his cross-dressing feelings and understand them.
Wow, there was so much going on here! It was hard to process it all. Steve knew I was overwhelmed.
Steve went on to say he enjoys wearing nightgowns, women's underwear but that is it. He does not dress fully, nor wear makeup. His son is different, Paul enjoys it all and someday might do a sex change, but that's way off for now.
Steve went on to say, "this is how you and I met. My son is a student at the Brooke Institute where you go. I think you have seen him there and that is why I know of you and your disease. I am fully supportive of your disease and my son's crossdressing."
I had a thousand questions for Steve, but for some reason, I was very much accepting of his answers. I had no problems with him wearing lingerie or his son being a teenage crossdresser. I wonder if the Institute's CD therapy taught me this tolerance?
Either way, I was ok with it and regained my composure.
I told Steve I would like to get to know your son. Steve said maybe next weekend since he has to get to school now.
We had more drinks floating in the pool when George came out and announced dinner would be served in 40 minutes. Wow, I thought this is a service.
I asked Steve, "is that why you knew what nightgown size I wore at Victoria Secrets? You know bra sizes and guessed my cup size". He admitted that he is very good at guessing bra sizes since he loves bras so much. He admitted he wears a 38C cup with inserts when he wears a bra. Wow, there is a guy who understands my feminine side and man side, both sides, how great is this!
He said that he only crossdresses when alone and will never dress outside the house. I felt bad and said I would love to see him in a nightgown or bra. I'm not sure where that came from, it just came out of my mouth.
Steve got so excited he reached over and gave me a peck on the cheek with a big "Thank You".
George came back out with another round of drinks and suggested we change for dinner, he will be serving soon. Steve got me out of the pool without getting me wet. I slipped on my sandals and we both got into the elevator to go up and change.
Steve said to me, "Terri, I hope you are all right with my little fun dressing and my son's crossdressing."
He looked so serious like he was going to cry. He looked so sweet. I said to him, "Steve, I am OK with you and your son's crossdressing. Look at me, I enjoy it too. I know the pleasure you get, your desires, it's OK." He seemed so relieved to hear I was OK with all this crossdressing.
While we were walking down the long hall to our rooms to change, I gently grabbed Steve's hand and said, "If you would like to put some lingerie on now, I would like to that side of you."
Steve got so excited, but he asked me again and again, "Are you sure you OK with this? My 38C bustline is very shapely, like yours."
I smiled and said, "Yes, I am very OK with seeing a bustline on you. I want to make you happy as you have made me very happy today."
He gave me a big warm hug, saying, "Terri, you are the best, see you downstairs soon."
Steve turned right and went down another hall into what I thought was his bedroom. I forgot where my room was and opened the door. Wow, this was not my room! It looks like a girl's room, all decked out in the most feminine decorations possible. I saw all these pretty bras on the bed and high heel shoes everywhere. Then I thought maybe this is Paul's room and quickly got out.
I found my room and got back into my clothes. I saw the perfume Steve had just bought me and put it on. It was very very nice, I love it. As I was putting my bathing suit back in the VC pink bag I saw my nightie I brought from home and in another bag the new nightie Steve bought me. They were so pretty. Steve's meant so much to me. I was wondering if I would be asked to model them tonight. Would I? I'm not sure, things moving way too fast for me today!
Back in the kitchen, I had a sweet conversation with George. He seemed to be a very nice man, very accepting of all the feelings going on in this house. I think he knew of my disease.
George poured me a glass of wine and we chatted. He commented on how much he likes my double heart necklace. With a big smile, I agreed and said Steve had just bought that for me today. George said, "What a sweet guy Steve is, he has good taste."
Just then the elevator doors open out came Steve. He was dressed in shorts and a tailored pale yellow polo shirt. But you could see for sure, he had a bustline, a very attractive bustline under that polo shirt. For some reason, he looked good. His 38C shape agreed with him.
I walked over to him, threw my arms around him, and whispered in his ear, "You look marvelous, I love the new look." I could see in the kitchen mirror Steve's big smile and his thumbs-up signal to George that I approved. George smiled and also gave two thumbs sign.
Steve seemed very comfortable with his large bustline. His polo shirt looked tailored just for him, with darts to help shape his shirt to his bustline.
I told Steve when I first started wearing bras, I could not handle people seeing my bra straps. I asked Steve, "Why can't I see your bra under your shirt?" He said, "I have a camisole top on under my shirt. It hides all those straps".
Our whole dinner conversation was about lingerie and his love for bras. He told me he was attracted to me at first sight when he saw my Southern Belle look and my retro pointed bra. He said, "Not many girls go for that look, it's so pretty." He loves the look very much but has not gotten up enough nerve to buy himself a retro pointed bra.
Not sure why I said it, but it came out of my mouth, "Let's go shopping for a retro bra together. I know exactly where to go. I buy mine at Mary's Bra and Shape Shop. Mary is so sweet and fitted me so well, it will be fun."
Well, you thought I just gave him a million dollars, he was so excited. I think I just found his "button".
He reaches over the table, held both my hands in his, and looked me right in the eye saying, "Terri, I sure am glad we met. I really enjoy your company. I hope you feel the same."
I melted as I saw him look at me with his big blue eyes. I could hardly get the words out, "Steve, I too enjoy your company. You have made the treatment of my disease so much easier. I truly love being with you."
Wow, where did all that come from? It was like it was pre-programmed in my brain. Maybe those Institute CD's are talking for me.
I thought Steve was going to jump over the table and kiss me. Just then George came in with more wine and broke the moment.
We went in the game room for dessert. Steve said, "Terri can I ask you a question about bra fitting?" I said, "Of course you can Steve, I have become an old hat at it." He said, "I have never been professionally measured for a bra and think I would be nervous with a woman measuring. What do they do?".
I told him not to worry. "Mary is very professional and makes it a fun experience for you. She will love doing this for you. I am a good customer. While my figure was developing I have been measured many times".
Steve looked me right in the eye and said, "Terri do you think you could measure me right now? Show me what it's like, what to expect?"
Wow, that blew me away, measuring him for a bra. I said, "Sure, let us do it, do you have a tape measure?" Stupid question, he pulled it out of his pocket.
Steve closed the door, sending a signal to George to leave us alone. He pulled off his shirt exposing his camisole. Wow, it was so pretty, lacy with that little bow in between the cups.
I told him to just remove his camisole. He was wearing the first bra I bought and loved the Playtex Cross-Your-Heart soft cup bra. I told him how much I like this bra, wished my wife would like me to wear it more. I put the tape around his chest for the band size and reached around his strong big back. I was melting being so close to him and he knew it, I was so turned on!
Then I raised the tape over his bustline. Sure enough, I announced he was wearing the right bra, a 38C. His inserts looked so real like he applied makeup to the edges so that they blend right into his chest.
I was nervous yet so excited!
He slipped on his shirt and gave me a big hug. He said, "Maybe I can handle going to the bra salon and getting measured. But you have to be with me!"
Now without the camisole top, I could see his bra as clear as day. It didn't seem to bother him or me. We had another drink and called it a night.
He was so sweet, asking if he could see me again soon and telling me that he looks forward to our little shopping trips with me. He said, "Maybe I could buy you a bra too, maybe matching bras for us, wouldn't that be sweet?"
How could I not love this man, he is so sweet! I have to find out if the Institute trained me with that CD therapy to handle Steve's feminine ways and his son's crossdressing. I seem to be so accepting of his feminine house.
Well, I thought, either way, I really like this guy and for sure his house, not to mention the new necklace and nightgown he bought me. Wait until Cathy hears about my day. She will not believe Steve and his son are crossdressers!
I packed up my stuff and as I was getting off the elevator in the kitchen I saw Steve standing ready for me. I could see his bra was still on. Our eyes connected and Steve said, "Terri, would you mind if I wore my bra while I drive you home?"
For some reason, I had no problem at all and expected him to have the pretty bra on yet. I told him I had no problem at all, that it looked pretty. Steve was so relieved and happy, he had a big smile. He looked at George and said, "See I told you I found a keeper. She is a sweetie."
Off we went as Steve drove me home. I kept looking at him. He seemed so proud of his bustline, shoulders back projecting his figure, much like me. Two of a kind I thought, two men having pretty bustlines.
Steve walked me to the door, then came the moment. I thought, "Will he kiss me? Oh please just kiss me you hunk!" I was so nervous. I really wanted him to hold me tight and kiss me right on the lips. Wow, what is going on in my brain?
I looked at him with approval and he read me. He grabbed my waist and pulled me in for that first kiss. Wow, I melted, I loved it! He was so strong and such a good kisser. As he released me, he was looking for my approval, I thought "What better way than to just hug and kiss him back?"
I knew right then this man turned me on and I wanted him even more.
He helped me into the house. I was weak in the knees. He said good-bye to my wife and me, saying what a wonderful time he had with me today, and hoped to do it again very soon.
I melted hearing him say all that while looking at the double heart necklace he gave me. He knew how to treat a woman or a man in my case.
After he left, my wife started jumping up and down all excited. "Teri, how sweet was all that. I saw him kiss you on the lips and you kissed him right back. I want to hear every last detail of your date!"
I fell on the couch exhausted from all that happened, telling Cathy what an exciting, fun day I had.
I started holding up my new necklace. She got all excited asking where I got that from, I said, "him"!
"Yes, we went to the mall after leaving here. He actually bought this for me plus we went to Victoria's Secret and he bought me my same nightie but in a different color." I pulled it out of the VS bag, I was so excited.
Cathy said, "Terri tell me all your emotions of your first kiss, dear. What was it like? I remember my first kiss in senior high."
I must have looked like a teenage girl, beaming with a huge smile, practically jumping out of my skin just thinking about my first kiss. "Cathy, he is a fabulous kisser! He hugged me into his body with his strong arm around my waist and planted a kiss right on my lips that made me melt. He is such a good kisser I can't even explain how wonderful it was! I can't wait until he kisses me again!"
Cathy gave me a big hug saying how proud she was of me, how wonderful I was doing adjusting to femininity and my new womanhood.
I told her about his huge house, George his chef and house manager, the elevator, everything. "Cathy my head is spinning with so much going on with him!" I said.
Cathy looked at me and said, "Terri, was Steve wearing a bra?"
I got shy and said, "Yes, he and his son are crossdressers." I looked at Cathy for a reaction but nothing. I said, "Don't you find that ironic?"
Cathy shook her head, saying "No. That is how I met Steve and his son, at the Brooke Institute while he and his son were getting therapy mainly for his son's crossdressing. The Institute is helping Steve deal with his son plus Steve's own desire to wear lingerie."
Boy was I relieved to hear that Cathy understood and accepted Steve's other side! It sounds like we are all going to the same "school".
Cathy went on to say after meeting Steve at the Instituted she asked him to be my partner at the Institute training dance where I met him. He is all "wired" to understand your disease and he really knows his own desires to wear bras and girdles.
Cathy looked at me saying, "And I see he was wearing a bra just now. Has he explained his desires to wear bras to you, Terri?"
I told her, "Yes and I was OK with it. In fact, I liked his new look, having a bustline. It looked very cute on him. Plus he says he only wears a bra with forms at home."
Well, Cathy popped right in saying, "He was here and wearing a bra. Out of his house, in ours with a bra on. I could see how lacey it was under his shirt, plus he had a large projecting bustline, like yours Terri."
I did not know what to say, other then I was OK with him wearing a bra and lingerie and knowing his son is a crossdresser. I told Cathy I have become very very lenient with different desires and lifestyles of people. Just look at me.
Cathy leaned over and hugged me saying what a good girl I was, understanding Steve's other desires, making him comfortable.
I continued to talk about our pool party, the house, the whole event. So much happened and I was cool with it all. I told my wife the Institute has trained me well. She smiled and said, "Yes they have Dear".
The workweek started and of course, the girls wanted to know what happened at the pool party. I did not tell them everything. After all, a girl has to have some secrets.
The girls were all blown away that Steve took me shopping on our first date and got the necklace. Of course, I had it on, showing it off to everyone.
Tuesday night my wife scheduled me for a new class at the Institute, a modeling class. So off we went for my training on how to be a model. My teacher said I was a natural with my long legs and feminine demeanor. We practiced walking with a book on our heads. How did that project my bustline and create a beautiful walk! I loved the feeling, wishing I could walk like this all the time.
After class, my wife and I went downstairs to the ice cream shop, and guess who was there? Yes, Steve and his son.
I checked Steve out quickly to see if he was wearing a bra. No bra on him, but his son was all decked out in "everything". His son did not look like a son at all, tonight he was Paula. He was a perfect teenage girl tonight.
Steve jumped right up and came right over to the counter. With his big smile, I just knew he was going to kiss me. I was ready. Yep, he did and I loved it! Although it was on the cheek, I loved it. He asked us to join him and his son, of course, we said yes.
Steve introduced Paul, his son to us. We all smiled and greeted him or should I say her. Paul was beautiful in a form-fitting shapely dress, jewelry everywhere, and his hair and makeup were to die for. He really looked good. I was wondering if this Institute also gave him CD therapy to listen to at night like me.
We all made small talk. Paul or Paula was here tonight for a makeup lesson. It sure looked good on him, he learned a lot. He seemed so at ease with his crossdressing, like he had been doing it forever. He looked wonderful, we all told him.
One of the nurses came over and said, "Paula, we are ready for your weekly shot". I thought to myself, is he on estrogen shots like me. Boy, he is going all the way with this crossdressing?
Paula and Steve excused themselves and went with the nurse. But before Steve left, he whispered in my ear, "How about a date this weekend sexy"?
I melted as I looked into his eyes saying, "Of course Steve, call me".
Off Steve and his son went. I almost had to slap myself, as I was checking out Steve's ass, his walk. I think it was turning me on. He has the cutest fanny, so tight and muscular. Wow, am I really wired to have those women's thoughts?
My wife saw my "puppy love" look and she knew exactly what I was looking at.
After I sat down and regained my composure, Cathy asked me what he whispered in my ear.
"Steve asked me out on another date this weekend", I said. Cathy grabbed my hands and said, "You lucky girl, another date with your new boyfriend. I hope you said yes, Terri?"
I looked back at Cathy saying, "Do you really think he is my boyfriend? Can I have a boyfriend? I am married to you!".
Cathy said in a sweet mellow tone, "Terri, yes you can have a boyfriend, it is all part of your disease treatment and very important that you allow these feminine emotions to develop. This will help beat your disease, Dear".
I guess I was happy but really confused and Cathy knew it. We finished our ice cream and went home.
The next day my head was spinning, I didn't feel good. I called in a sick day at work, layed around the house, did some wash, and surfed the Internet researching my disease.
After reading many web sites on my Feminizer disease, I got the feeling that most men never return to manhood. The transformation into womanhood to beat the disease is too deep and very hard to change the brain and body back. Plus many men love the new lifestyle and don't want to return to being a man.
This concerned me a lot. How could I stay a woman? What would my wife think and would she want a real husband?
Furthermore, could I handle being a woman for the rest of my life?
My brain was spinning. On one hand, I loved being a woman and the attention everyone gave me, especially Steve. I loved new clothes and now loved shopping. I could get used to this way of life, maybe.
But what about my wife? Could she handle me being a woman? How would I fit into her life?
I need to talk about this with someone at the Institute. I think they can help me understand what is happening in my brain.
I drifted off to take a nap and was dreaming of being with Steve for the rest of my life. This was really strange, but I liked it. The whole idea made me feel good, warm, needed. I wonder if my dream will come true?
That night Steve called to set our second date this coming weekend. He wanted to hang around his pool and relax. I had no problem with that. His house is a castle and I am treated like a princess. He said he would pick me up at 3 PM Saturday and to bring my suit.
Cathy was all excited for me. She encouraged me to relax and let Steve work his charms on me, experience what a real gentleman can do for a woman.
I was confused, thinking what does she mean, "What a real gentleman can do for me?"
Thursday night my wife and I went back to the Institute for our gym night. I asked if I could schedule a time to meet with a therapist.
Cathy looked confused and wanted to know what I wanted to see their therapist for? I pulled Cathy off into a room and broke down. I told her I have very strong feelings for Steve, sexual, nurturing feelings like a wife might have for her husband. I told Cathy I basically wanted to live with him, satisfy his every masculine and feminine need. "I think I am in love with him but how could that be?" I asked Cathy.
Cathy hugged me and told me I was developing just perfectly into a very pretty woman. My feelings were perfectly normal for a woman and that I should not fight them. These feelings will help me beat my disease.
I looked into her eyes and I could not believe I said, "Cathy what happens if I want to stay a woman, not beat this disease?"
Cathy smiled and said, "Terri, dear, remember what I said, whatever makes you happy. I will work with you. I am on your side. I am here for you."
Cathy said she would arrange an appointment with an Institute therapist and they will be able to help me sort out my new feelings and emotions.
I felt much better after our talk. I could not believe how helpful she was, comforting with my "problem".
Cathy said we had to stop by Nurse Sally's office for my weekly shots tonight.
Sally did our weekly "thing", weighed me, measured me, took blood, and "looked around" my body. After giving me my two shots and my weekly bottle of pills, Sally thought my development was going just fine. My blood test showed my disease was peaking but stable, under control.
She was concerned that my breasts were developing fuller and larger. She thought maybe they will reduce the estrogen pills. She was still surprised I was still wearing those 50's pointed bras and suggested I might want to get a bigger cup size since I was spilling out of my bra. I think girls call those "muffin tops", my breasts coming out of my bra cups.
Cathy hugged me saying "Hasn't she developed such a pretty figure, Sally? I agree Terri is falling out of her bra. We will stop by Mary's Bra and Shape Shop and see what Mary suggests. We do want the best support for Terri's 'girls'."
I didn't say a word. I was confused and nervous that my breasts were still developing.
While driving home I asked Cathy how big my breasts would develop. She laughed and said, "Remember what Nurse Sally said early on? "You could develop a very shapely figure with the estrogen we have you on, you know to cure your disease, of course."
"Don't worry Terri, they make bigger bras than what you are wearing today. Shapely women are very attractive to men, dear. We will go shopping tomorrow after work and maybe buy you another cute bathing suit for your date Saturday", Cathy said.
"Cathy, do you think we could buy a different kind of bra? One that will not lift my breasts so high and not make them so pointed? I remember the sales girl in Victoria's Secret talking about the nice feminine bounce one of their bras gives and how much I might like to try it", I asked.
Cathy popped right back saying, "Yes we can look at Mary's Bra and Shape Shop, but your shape and support is very important and I know how much you enjoy your retro pointed bustline. Plus you know Steve loves your figure just the way you are."
I'm not sure what that all meant, but larger breasts might be fun. Did I think that?
The next day, Friday night Cathy and I went to Mary's Bra and Shape Shop to buy new bras or at least to get measured to see if Mary thought I need a bigger bra.
The first words out of her mouth as we walked in the store, "Terri, you look so pretty and your figure is a perfect silhouette of a woman your age. What can I do for you today?"
Again Cathy popped right in saying, "Terri's nurse thinks he needs a larger bra. She is falling out of her cups."
Mary giggled and grabbed my hand pulling me into the dressing room. "Terri, you know the drill girl, take off your pretty blouse and show me the problem, Dear."
I undressed with her in the room, didn't seem to care this time about undressing in front of Mary. She quickly saw the problem, "Oh girl, you do have a problem. Why didn't you come in sooner? That must be uncomfortable", Mary said.
After measuring me Mary smiled saying, "Terri, we have a new delivery of very pretty bras I think you will love."
I tried to ask for a different shaped bra, but my wife stepped right in saying, "Terri just loves those retro bras. I sure hope they come in her new size". Mary turned and with a big smile said, "of course Cathy, they come in many sizes and are so pretty. Terri will love these new retro bras".
I guess I was not getting a softer cup bra. I did ask Cathy why I could not get a softer rounder cup. My wife got very serious and said, "Terri, we know what is best for your figure. These bras are very pretty and very supportive, which you need now."
As I thought, those Institute CD's really got me programmed. I did not ask again and accepted the retro bras when Mary brought them back in the dressing room. These new retro bras are really new, even more feminine than my last ones. There was lace all over them and they were very pink and girly I thought. Plus the matching panties were like a small panty girdle.
Mary helped me put on the new bra. Wow, it fits perfectly. I really filled out the new DD cups! Both Mary and my wife were giggly with excitement that the new size fits so well. Mary encouraged me to bend over again and adjust my "girls" better in the cups.
Mary proclaimed, "Terri, I think you are developing more. You have a new bra size. Be proud of your figure dear. Such a lucky girl you are!"
Cathy also announced I was going on my second date with Steve, another pool party and I needed another sexy bathing suit. Mary brought in three new suits for me to try on. This time they were all bikini type suits. I looked at Cathy with concern, asking if that was what I wanted.
Cathy smiled saying, "Terri, I think it's time to show off your assets even more. Don't worry about your "little guy" showing down there. Mary has a little panty shaper you can wear to hide the "little guy".
Now I was really nervous, here I was stripping down getting into this very little skimpy bathing suit. Mary left the room, good thing. My wife helped me with the suits. They really showed off my feminine figure and yes, they were almost like my retro bras, very pointed and supportive.
Cathy stepped back saying this suit was perfect, we will take it. It was very nice, white with pink and yellow flowers all over. The top was built like my bras with underwires, bra straps, and hooking in the back just like a bra, same bra hooks. Yes, you could not tell I had a "little guy" down there, he was packed away. "He" was so small now I could hardly find it.
Cathy was so pleased I thought she was going to buy me two. She said we have to get you a beach bag, sandals, a cover-up, and maybe a hat would be pretty. Mary jumped in saying we have all those here and they even match. Cathy got all excited and took me out into the store to find them, while I was in this very small bathing suit. I felt naked, exposed like I had no clothes on.
Mary found all those items. I was all decked out. The sandals had heels and did they make my hips swing as I walked! I was a vision of loveliness in my sheer thin wrap and very feminine hat.
As we drove home I again asked Cathy why I couldn't buy a softer bra, so that my breasts were not so pointed. She got so mad telling me she knew best for me and that I need to just calm down and listen to her.
I thought I was going to cry. Tears were coming down my face. She apologized for her outburst, told me how much she loves me and she is only helping me try to beat my disease.
We got home and called it a night. Cathy said I had a big day tomorrow. She made an appointment for me at the beauty salon in the morning.
I looked at her. My look was saying, "Why do I need a makeover for my second date like last time?"
Cathy looked at me with her look of authority, came over and hugged me saying, "Terri, I know what is best for you. Please listen to me. Look how good you are doing so far. I have your best interests in mind."
I knew I was going to do what she wanted me to do. I seemed to be programmed to follow her every wish or command. I went upstairs and put my new purchases away.
I got all excited looking at my new bras and bathing suit, holding them up thinking how pretty they are and how good I look in them, wondering if Steve will like the new bathing suit.
Just then Cathy came into our bedroom saying, "Terri, stop daydreaming. Your new lingerie is very pretty but we need to get to bed. Slip-on your nightie and take off your makeup, Dear. Here is a new CD from the Institute with tonight's lessons."
