"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that."Heather looked at me intently for a moment, as if judging my sincerity."I know you didn't," she finally said, ...odding her head. "You're one of the nice guys and I still need to thank you for buying those flowers the other night. It was unnecessary, but still... thanks," she said, reaching for her basket."Don't worry about it," I said. "Consider them a gift." I laughed shortly. "They kind of pale beside your beauty anyway."Heather groaned and I wondered. I have that memorized," Stephanie sighed. "And I know I have to use a stupid 'do loop' to initialize them. But the stupid computer hung every time it ran my program."I started going through her notes with Stephanie. I found out 'array' processing wasn't her problem, at least, not her main problem. Stephanie didn't understand many fundamental concepts. She simply had all the definitions memorized. She did well with all the fill-in-the-blanks or true-false questions in her tests but she flunked. I also wondered what the evening would hold. I couldn't imagine that it would be anything more humiliating and degrading than the previous evenings. I wasn't wearing a buttplug or even feminine clothing, except for the new red panties Mistress had selected for me. So I started feeling more masculine again. Since Mistress seemed content to read her romance novels all day, I thought that I would probably just be cooking dinner and wearing panties again. She told me to spend the day relaxing and. She handed it to me to take home. A number of suppositories and more anti-biotics came home for me to use during the week.I'd been noticing my ass getting bigger. It was apparent when I wore the"misses" jeans Katie made me buy. My breasts were also growing. I becamesuspicious of the suppositories being something else. I took them, thelubricating cream, and the anti-biotic pills to the pharmacy. Thepharmacist said the pills were hormone replacement therapy estrogen pills.He couldn't identify the.