I cried myself to sleep that night after Heather left. I felt horrible for lashing out, but I was still upset with her for turning me into this.

I awoke the next day at mid-morning, fully male with no trace of my female self. I was starving, and my first thoughts were of breakfast. I was eating cereal when I noticed the sun dress slung over the chair near the door. It was right where I set it last night after Heather took off. Well, to be technical, it was not 'I' who had set the garment down there, it was 'her,' that strange woman I turned into. I couldn't help but think of 'her' as a different person entirely.

I picked up the dress as I headed towards my bedroom. I didn't want any visitors I might have to see it laying about. I had planned on tossing it in a heap inside the closet hamper, but something stopped me.

The feel of the fabric on my hand was delightful, and I began to wonder how the material would grab other, more sensitive areas of my body. Then I caught a glimpse of me holding the dress in the mirror mounted on my closet door. It looked amazing and I couldn't resist holding it up to my shoulders to see how it fit. I'd seen women do it this way while dress shopping. If the reflection cast back at me was any indication, my dress was way too small for this male frame. Did I just refer to this thing as 'my dress?'

I blushed as I saw my preening reflection in the mirror, and renewed my resolve to get this dress out of sight. But rather than toss it into my hamper, I hung it carefully. 'Why ruin a perfectly good dress, especially if I might need it later?' I couldn't believe I just had that thought, even having been through the last 2 nights. Speaking with Heather and reading that book had really done a number on my head.

Right, the book. It was sitting on my nightstand waiting to be read some more, but I'd had enough. Without giving it much thought, I pitched it into the dark corner of my closet. The door now shut tight, my dress and that awful book were hidden from view. You know what they say, 'Out of sight is out of mind.'

As I showered and prepared to face the day, I made a decision. All this werewoman nonsense was in my head. Sure, maybe I'd imagined myself turning into a woman the last two nights, maybe I had a new imaginary friend named Heather, but it was physically impossible for a man to change into a woman without years of surgery and medications. Even though the experience had been incredibly realistic, it simply had to be an illusion or a dream. So no matter what Heather said last night, nothing unusual was going to happen tome that evening. I decided then and there to live my life as though this were the case, and to plan my day accordingly.

My attitude adjustment and out of sight out of mind strategy was succeeding As I washed up and threw on some jeans and a t-shirt, I felt like myself again for the first time in days. The only thing on my mind was, what to do with my day off? See, for me Saturday's were akin to a personal religious ritual. It was the one day of the week that I could relax and do whatever I wanted to do. Today, I rather felt like a trip to the mall for some video games and music shopping.

The Game Stop store at my local mall was a 'dude's paradise.' Because I made a decent living, I allowed myself to purchase a game or two a month so I was here often. I knew what I was going to buy before I went in, but I spent hours looking anyway. I left with the latest edition of 'Gears of War' and plans to buy the new FIFA 2010 when it goes on sale.

As I said before, the video game store is dude central. Sausage city. A village with no women. The place positively repelled them. The music store, on the other hand, was a more balanced environment. I noticed half the patrons were women, and a few were rather good looking. I discretely checked them out while I browsed the new releases.

A hot 'blonde' wearing tight designer jeans and a flattering top was checking out Lady Gaga's latest. Her breasts were rather large, and she was sporting deep cleavage rather shamelessly. I liked that. I stole a glance at her backyard when she reached down to pick up something that fell out of her purse. It was perfection, filling out every nanometer of her skin tight jeans. I felt the strong feelings of attraction towards this beautiful stranger, yet in the back of my mind a tiny, high pitched, squeaky voice was ranting. I couldn't help but tune it in and listen...

“First of all, I'd look WAYYY better in those clothes than her. Plus that hair! Who does she think she's fooling? Blonde?! Hah! Her roots are so grown in, it looks like a tiger's stripe! Her purse is totally (I imagined myself fake-gagging) with those shoes. How bout those grande titone's on her chest? They probably sag like crazy when that industrial strength, concrete reinforced bra isn't supporting them. And another thing...I cut myself off.

Where the hell did that come from? I seemed to be attracted to and jealous of that girl all at once. It was a strange feeling, but I was abruptly snapped back into reality. The pretty faux blonde was staring me down. I'd been leering at her with one hand on my hip, a very catty posture, the entire time I was pondering my inner monologue.

“Can I help you?!” she said, clearly annoyed.

“Umm, no.” I nodded.

“Then why are you looking at me so weird?”” she half demanded.

“Uhh...Lady Gaga blows, get a clue.” I responded, turning and storming out of the store. I'm not a Lady Gaga hater, but it was the only thing I could think of to say that would leave her speechless and allow me to get away from that awkward confrontation. And it worked. She didn't say a word as I left the store.

I felt a little flush as I resumed my stroll through the mall. At first I chalked it up to embarrassment, but it didn't let up. I seemed to be especially aware of the multitude of women's clothing stores I passed on my way towards the movie theater, the tiny voice from before critiquing the window displays I passed. At the ticket counter, I purchased one admission for a movie. I didn't even know which show because I was on auto-pilot.

I had an hour to kill, and I sat down at the food court for a late afternoon lunch. The mall felt warm as I ate, and I began to glisten with sweat. Devouring my burger and fries, my mind wandered to people watching. I'd done my share of people watching in the past, but today it was totally different. Like yesterday afternoon in my office, tiny aura's surrounded the people that strolled into my field of vision. The women were draped by a faint pink light, some shining more brightly than others. The men who I saw were surrounded by shades of translucent blue light. Some shades of blue were deeper than others.

Where yesterday I had to focus to see a person's aura, this afternoon it seemed to be happening all by itself. My cell phone alarm derailed my train of thought, I had a show to catch. Even if I didn't know which one.

Handing the ticket to the taker, I was directed to theater 7. The title above the door read Couples Retreat. I'd gone to a bunch of movies by myself, but never a romantic comedy. I didn't even appreciate that genre, unless I had a date who was interested. Then I pretended to like this sort of movie. I took my seat in a mostly empty theater, this movie has been out for a while, and it's drawing power has clearly diminished.

I almost preferred this, there was a lot of space between myself and the few scattered teenage couples in attendance. I could just sit and enjoy a movie, just to take my mind off the events of the past couple nights. It was like being in my own living room, but the screen was way better and the chairs were less comfortable. I eased in and focused on the coming attractions clips while the feature started.

The first 30 minutes or so were actually very funny, I was playing close attention to the movie while the couples around me only paid attention to each other. But somewhere around that thirty minute mark, I felt my body temperature shoot upwards. Simultaneously, I began to tingle all over. Somehow I'd managed to lose track of time. By now it was dark outside and the moon was up. Just like Heather explained, it's fullness would force me to change into a woman. I was pouring sweat and extremely uncomfortable, the tension I'd felt the last two nights at moon-rise was returning and it filled me with dread. There was no time to run or hide, I would have to resist the pull of the moon. And quietly too, there were people around.

The physical changes started in my face, I could feel my features softening and rearranging themselves slightly. A tickle on my neck betrayed my growing hair. Shielded from the full moon by the building around me, the change would happen more slowly. I remembered that from reading the manual. But I would be forced to undergo my transformation none the less. It was underway. I grimaced silently and put my hands up to cover my changing face. Hair draped my neck and touched my shoulders. I could feel my face as though it were alive and squirming beneath my shrinking hands. No amount of concentration could slow the progression.

I didn't want this tonight, I'd spent all day trying to deny it would happen and now I was presented with incontrovertible evidence that this event was unavoidable. I began to fight the change the only way I could think to, by tensing every muscle in my body at once in a vain effort to hold my shape. But just like the first time I changed, my large frame melted away, my hard lines faded to soft curves. Hairiness was replaced with smooth silky skin, my body wracked by this maddening tingling sensation squirmed in place. I was positively swimming in the jeans, t-shirt and hooded sweatshirt I'd worn. My body was still shrinking, one part more rapidly than the others. My mind demanded that my body stop this immediately, but to no avail.

I was aware of the emptiness in my crotch. The change was complete where it counted now. I could feel my pelvis tensing up and placed my smaller, dainty hands upon my hips. I was pressing inwards, trying to prevent their widening even as they defiantly exploded outwards. My buttocks were inflating beneath me too, and where once I was shrinking, getting smaller in my seat, I now seemed to be growing upwards. Soon, I was sitting atop a plump, soft, womanly bottom. At the same time, I could feel my narrowing shoulders and rib-cage cinch inward to form a tapered waist. My hourglass figure was in full effect. Well almost.

The fabric of my t-shirt was irritating to my enlarging nipples. They stiffened and engorged in response to the rough touch. The flesh beneath was beginning to soften too. I placed my hands upon my melting pec's and already felt the soft tissue plumping up around my nipples. In moments I had cones large enough to fill my feminine hands. My beautiful twin hanging fruits were ripening. Despite my fondest wish to see them vanish, they were getting bigger. I watched in horror as my mind raced, still desperate to reverse the tide. But it was no use. I felt the tingling feeling recede and I knew I was stuck like this until the morning.

I collected myself and glanced around the theater taking in my surroundings. The process had taken about 15 minutes to run it's course. I was quiet during that time so as not to draw attention, but totally self absorbed while I attempted to resist the change. All the dopey teenage couples were busily making out and didn't appear to have seen a thing. Finally, I catch a break! But I suppose I am lucky in another way. Had it not been for my large size as a man, my shirt would have ripped at the chest and my pants would have split at the hip. But as luck would have it, I completed my transformation clothing in-tact. I was female once again, and significantly smaller. Though my male clothes still covered my body, it was clear the rags didn't fit my frame.

I needed to get home, I couldn't walk around like this in public. Plus when the movie ended and the house lights went on, my fellow movie-goers would notice a girl wearing boy clothes sitting where a regular guy had once been.

Slowly I stood up from my seat, and as quietly as possible made my exit from the theater. The door shut behind me, with all the other shows in progress the halls were empty. I left the theater attached to the mall, and made a beeline for my car. No doubt Heather would be upset that I'd broken my date. She'll probably have a cow when I tell her about changing right there in the movie theater. It was a close call, but I got away with it. In fact, why even tell her at all?

Starting my car, I began to drive home, wondering whether or not Heather would await my return there.

(moments earlier in the theater)

“Holy shit Kev, did you see that?” asked 19 year old Kelly Huchins.

“Yeah that was freaking weird Kel.” answered 20 year old Kevin Jones. “I'd swear that weird guy by himself just changed into that hot chick.”

Kelly slapped him playfully as he finished his remark.

“Oh I mean, you're way hotter baby. C'mon gimme some sugar.” Kevin leaned in for a kiss, all the while thinking, 'Damn I'm smooth.'