"Her bra and panties..." said Ray.

"And you have on her dress. You're wearing her shoes too. Your feet are too small for them."

"I'm wearing her clothes..." he mumbled.

"Yes Ray. You have on your mother's clothes. And what are you doing now?"

"I'm looking at the pictures of the naked women."

"Yes Ray. And what are you thinking?"

"That I love her, the blond in the photo."

"No Ray. You don't love her. You want to *be* her."

"I want to be her?" he said.

"Yes. You wish that you were the pretty woman in the picture."

"I wish I was her..." he said.

"Yes! Say it again!"

"I wish I was her..." said Ray.

"You wish you were a girl."

"I wish I was a girl."

"Very good Ray. What do you do now?"

"I'm rubbing myself. Harder and harder. Then I explode."

"What are you thinking when you climax?

"I don't know" said Ray.

"You're thinking I'm a girl! I'm a girl!"

"I'm a girl" repeated Ray.

"You stained your mother's dress! You had better hide it!"

"I better hide it" he said.

"Yes Ray. But you love how you just felt, don't you?"

"Yes"

"Very good Ray."

Dr. Collins went over the event again, to make sure that it was firmly in Ray's mind, the new 'proper' way. Then Dr. Collins began to bring Ray back to the present, adding other important milestone events. He made one final adjustment when he neared the current time frame, one that they hadn't asked him for. But he thought it was important to add. Only then did he bring Ray out of his trance.

"When do we start?" said Ray.

"We're done" said Dr. Collins, who called in other man.

Dr. Collins went out to speak to the man in the waiting room.

"It will take a few weeks to fully kick in" he whispered to him. The man nodded, thanked Dr. Collins, and tore up a marker showing the debt.

"Half now, half when it works."

"Thank you" said Dr. Collins, who pulled out his watch, and began swinging it.

Fifteen minutes later, the man left. Dr. Collins went back to Ray.

"You're not going to do anything to me, are you?" said Ray.

"No. You're free to go" said Dr. Collins.

* * *

Ray went home, relieved that nothing had really happened. Perhaps Sergei, who he owed the money to, was just trying to scare him. Well, it had worked. He had been shaking in his shoes. He would work harder to round up the money, to get Sergei out of his life once and for all.

He went home, and made love to his live-in girlfriend. Normally, this brought a great sense of calming relief to him, then he would easily fall asleep. But tonight, it was OK, but it wasn't quite as satisfying as usual. And when they were done, she fell asleep long before he did.

The next day, Ray was reading the paper. He came upon an add for a clothing store, with three women wearing bras. It only showed them from their chins down to their midriffs, so the bras were very prominent in the photo. For some reason, he found himself staring at the picture, and felt himself get very hard.

He thought it was strange; pictures of clothes models didn't normally turn him on. But he didn't really think anything of it. He was a man, and just about *anything* could get a man excited.

He kissed his Maria good-bye, and set off to work. He looked at her long hair, and felt almost jealous about it, compared to his short cropped black hair. Her locks flowed down, covering part of her face, then down below her shoulders. He got excited again. He couldn't recall long hair ever turning him on, all by itself. Again, strange.

At work, he found himself staring at the women in the office place. He stared longingly at their short skirts, which ended above their knees. He couldn't take his eyes off of them today. Perhaps he was getting tired of Maria, and he was falling into the typical male pattern of wanting another woman as soon as the one he was dating allowed him to have sex with her. But he had never been like that. He had been monogamous in his relationships. So again, this was something strange to him.

He also found it hard not to look at the cute shoes that the women were wearing, with their open toes showing off their pedicures, the high heels making their calves look sexy, the narrowing point of the toes, the bring colors. He looked down at his brown loafers, which seemed dull, boring, and bland in comparison.

Across from his cubical sat Linda. He turned, and looked at her. Her jacket was off, hanging from her cubicle wall. He could clearly see the outline of her bra through her thin white top. He felt himself perk up between his legs again. He was *really* excited.

Then he thought of something: perhaps that psychologist did something to him! He was suddenly so turned on by every woman he saw. Perhaps Sergei had told the doctor to make him attracted to every woman in sight.

But why would they do that? It made no sense. Ray felt upset and distraught. He decided to take the afternoon off, and go home to try and clear his mind.

Once he got home, Ray went to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable than a suit and tie. He put on shorts and a T-shirt, then went downstairs to relax and watch some TV. The action movie on HBO didn't seem promising, and the sports on ESPN was boring. On ESPN2, they had women's tennis. He stared at the girls in their cute little white skirts, and felt all excited, and turned on. He wasn't watching their tennis strokes, nor even watching their breasts jiggle. His eyes were transfixed on their skirts. He turned off the TV, and paced around the house. What was wrong with him?

He decided that maybe if he made himself climax, that would ease this sexual tension he was feeling. He went into his bedroom, and shut the door. He opened Maria's copy of Glamour magazine, and turned the pages to look for an attractive woman to use as his visual image to make himself excited. He flipped the pages, and found himself interestedly reading an article on new fashions for the fall. He looked at the models in their sweaters and long skirts, and felt all excited.

He started to stroke himself, and kept staring at the picture. He was excited, but he wasn't able to come yet. Something was missing. Something wasn't quite right, to get himself excited enough. His eye caught a glimpse of the open closet door. He saw the hangers holding Maria's clothes, and his eyes locked onto a navy blue skirt. He felt the tingle of excitement as he looked at it, so he walked over to the closet to get it out. If women's clothes were turning him on today, he would use them to make himself climax.

He put the skirt on the bed, and went back to stroking himself. He was a lot more excited now, but something still wasn't right. The skirt just laid there limp and empty. It was exciting to look at, but....

Ray found himself picking up the skirt, and stroking the soft material with his hands. He stood up, and held the skirt up to himself. He looked in the mirror, and almost came from the sight of himself behind a skirt. He found himself unzipping it in back, and stepping into it. He zipped it up, and spun around to feel the fabric of the skirt twirl in a circle. He was overwhelmed by the intense feeling of pleasure.

He saw the underwear drawer was just slightly ajar, and he walked over to it. He could see a strap from one of Maria's bras. Bras had been on his mind all day too. He picked one up, and smelled it, then caresses the cups. He felt the strength of the underwire. Before he knew it, he was putting the bra onto himself, closing the clasps in back.

He looked in the mirror, and felt like he was about to explode! This was kinky, but it was *so* exciting! He never felt this way before, but wearing Maria's clothing felt...right. Being encircled by the folds of the skirt, and being restrained by the support of the bra somehow made him feel complete. It only took a light touch to make himself explode in pleasure and delight.

* * *

After that day of discovery, Ray would find any excuse he could to be alone at the house, so he could dress up as a girl. Every time, he would go just a little further. Stuffing the cups of his bra. Wearing panties. Putting on makeup. Wearing pantyhose. Wearing a girdle he bought at a discount store. In fact, he started to build up his own collection of women's clothing.

When Maria went off with her girlfriend out of town for a wedding, he dressed up as a girl for an entire day! He had bought a blond wig for the occasion, and went around in full female dress.

That's when he first had the urge to go out in public like that. He could be a woman in public, and nobody would know the difference! He would meet women at coffee shops or bars, and just sit and talk to them.

"I'm just like them now" he would think. He loved how a woman would accept him as another woman right away. Even if she thought he was really a man, they were so nice to him!

But he made a mistake by returning home too late from his foray out as a girl, because when he walked in the door, Maria was sitting on the couch chatting with Kathy about their trip.

"Oh my god! Ray, what are you doing?" she said.

He had no good answer.

"Maria, your boyfriend isn't a boy!" said Kathy, almost taunting him.

"Ray! How could you?"

"Maria!" he said. "Please, it's not what you think. I love you! I just want to be like you. I wish I had been born like you, a woman. Please, don't be angry."

"Don't be angry? How could you hide this from me! No wonder I've found wrinkles in my clothes, or stains on my skirt. You pervert!"

She was in tears. She grabbed her suitcase, and stormed out of the house with Kathy. Ray was alone. He started to cry. That made his makeup run.

"Next time, I'm getting waterproof mascara" he said.

* * *

Ray was alone now, so he was able to dress up every day, as soon as he got home from work. He had taken to shaving his legs now, and wore panties and a bra under his business suit. Nobody knew but him, and it really turned him on!

He purchased fake breasts off the internet. He attached them on Friday after work, and they wouldn't come off until Monday morning when he had to prepare for work again. He felt so inadequate and flat when his bra was empty under his suit. Perhaps he should go buy some of that breast cream he saw advertised, and get his boobs to start growing out. Now *that* would be exciting!

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