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tours, bigger hips and breasts, there was the unfamiliar sensation as my brain was stimulated by the female hormones. While impossible, the cycles were preparing my body for baby-making functions. Hearing a baby cry during the last of my cycle made me goofy.

Cycle by cycle, my breasts, stimulated by the estrogen, flourished, with the nipples and surrounding areolas getting darker and growing a little bigger then retreat a bit on the days with out pills. My hips, thighs and derriere filled out and I put on some pounds around my bottom.

While my hips and breasts were was getting bigger, something else was getting smaller. As the potent female hormones levels kicked in each month, IT would become dormant. At first it was just the last few days of the cycle before I ran out of pills each month. Margaret said, "It's no biggie. Just part of the natural feminization process."

But as cycles went by, my virility had a uphill fight recovering----IT became sluggish earlier and got back it's life later each "off" cycle. But my body quickly began to take on a more womanly look. Each month brought more breast and nipple development until Margaret announced, "Your nipples are as big as mine!" I broke down and cried.

Never underestimate the power of hormone surges over emotions. Hormones amplify the intensity of emotions. I could rocket from ecstatic to bummed in record time.

What was even more surprising was the way my butt filled in. I had hardly noticed it but wrestling it into a tight little skirt one day got my attention. And I noticed men looking at it. Around men, if I shifted in my seat or leaned on one hip, men would check my bottom out.

In a three way mirror, I finally saw what had happened to my boyish hips. It now curved down and out from my slender waist.

Susan had therapy sessions with me several times a week. During my "dead" time of the month, she

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would show me dirty movies to see how I reacted.

At first I still identified with the men but after about six months, something changed. She was showing me this video of two virile men "giving it" to a young girl.

Unaware of what was happening, I felt a sexual warmth flow through my body as I watched. My breasts were tingling and I almost swooned as I felt a warm, intense wet sensation inside me.

Susan was watching me and exclaimed, "You are identifying with the girl, aren't you?"

I blushed when I realized what I was doing. She was very aware that I had been a normal man. Now she wanted to know what it was like now. Did I enjoy sex fantasies more as a woman? I had to tell her that I didn't know because I'd forgot what the pleasures of being a man were like. We both laughed.

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She said, "I asked Margaret if she could try something with you. . .a little play acting.' "There isn't much play acting we haven't done," I said.

"When it happens...just go along with her, okay?” ALWAYS A BRIDE...

Our wedding was not what I expected. We went to Vegas and got married at one of the "drive through" chapels. We never even got out of the car and the "preacher" in the window barely looked at us.

That night we checked into the VEGAN casino as two girls. Little did the clerk know that we were on our honeymoon. We did however get one of the deluxe suites with two bathrooms and a sitting room.

We went to dinner and men stared at our tits as we walked by in our low-cut dresses. I knew their eyes were comparing my jiggling boobs and rear to my wife's. We had champagne and celebrated our wedding.

I headed to the bathroom to prepare for my first sex as a husband and Margaret headed for the other. I was mid-cycle just before the progesterone domi-