I was becoming so attracted to Bonnie, I feared that I wouldn’t be able to end it, even if there were sexual issues. With great trepidation on my p...rt, we met for our second date. She arrived at my house a few minutes early. She looked stunning. Yes, she is a bit on the curvy side, but that is how I prefer women anyway. She was wearing a black skirt that came just above her knees and a nicely contoured blouse that accentuated her breasts. I Once again, I was captivated by her appearance. . I hadn’t eaten, drunk, or gone to the bathroom. My neck, arms, and back were cramped and my head was throbbing. I pushed myself away from the computer in disgust and went to relieve myself. I washed my hands and then washed them again. I looked at myself in the mirror. Tears were running out of my eyes and I splashed water on my face to wash them away. I glanced into my office and just pulled the door closed and locked it. I couldn’t face looking at the screen again. I left the building, locked. .Let me see...9 hours left untilthe next pill, that means there will be seven pills left. At twodays a pill that gives me just over fourteen days before I amElizabeth Bexley. However at what point will I be female, whenbreasts grow, when I have a vagina, womb or is gender just a stateof mind? Ten days after that will mean either happily ever afteror.. No, the other is just too unthinkable.Kat said, "Plenty of time -- just under a month to E day."How does Kat know what I am thinking? Women's. So it was, that I was already prepared in my mind to be met at the door with no more than a promise of a second drink. That thought evaporated the moment I got to her door. There must have been a hundred or more candles all softly burning leading a trail from the doorway, down the hall and to what I could only surmise as leading up the stairs towards the bedroom. Letting myself in I quietly began to follow the trail she'd left me. I'd almost forgotten the room in the attic. The candles.