Chapter #4The next appointment by: Janis   Dr. Provert fought the impulse to contact Grant or Tiffany until the next appointment.
That may affect the outcome of the experiment.
Two weeks later, Dr. Provert was excited and somewhat aroused at meeting with the young couple again to see what alterations had occurred.
Grant held the door open for Tiffany.
The first thing Dr. Provert noticed was that Tiffany was sporting a shorter haircut and wore a black but stylish leather jacket.
Grant's pants were tighter than before and he wore a thin gold necklace hidden slightly by his shirt unbuttoned at the collar. He appeared more relaxed than the first session but Tiffany appeared a bit more tense.
Dr. Provert wanted to put them at ease and to test them.
"How'd you like that game last night?"
"What bullshit!" Tiffany erupted.
"Please, dear," Grant said softly as he patted Tiffany's hand.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Tiffany blushed and covered her mouth with her other hand. "Lately, I have been cursing like a sailor."
"My thweetie still getting used to our session," Grant said with a hint of a lisp as he leaned forward and touched Dr. Provert's knee. Dr. Provert smiled. Grant was becoming far more in need of physical contact in a passive way that expected. Very quickly too. Tiffany indicated the potential for a more aggressive streak which she kept subdued before. Their new environments encourage the alterations, as expected.
"No, that's good. Good to see and hear," Provert said. Grant removed his hand from Tiffany's but let his other hand linger on Provert's knee for a moment longer than necessary. Then he leaned back, smiling.
The couple and the marriage counselor chatted for about about interpersonal relationships and breaking down barriers. That was just to put them at ease so Provert could get to the main purpose of the session.
After Provert asked about any new relationships, Grant gushed and began to spew forth excitedly. "They are a wonderful bunch of fellows. There's Davey as sweet as can be. Always buying me drinks and teasing me about being straight. And then there's Carmine, very Italian, macho man, but deep down he's a softie. His family hasn't really accepted his sexual preference. But they'll have to. He really is a great guy. Then there's Walter, a bit stuffy for my tastes, but still friendly. Wonderful dresser. A real clothes horse. Some of his suits are to die for. And his shoes. Honey, I could go on about his those thoes of his. Then there's Bentley, like the car, he owns a jewel store. I bought this delightful gold necklace. And he gave me such a deal," Grant went on. Dr. Provert noticed an occasional lisp.
Grant drew in a breath. "Oh, dear me, listen to how I go on about those guys. I could go on and on about them but, I don't want to hog all your time. I'm sure my sweetie here wants to share."
Tiffany grins and opened her mouth to speak. The she hesitated. "Not much really. I met a few gals. We went to a couple of sports bars. It was nice. Nothing special," Tiffany sighed.
Dr. Provert noted how Grant's speech patterns had developed highly feminine mannerisms and Tiffany was much more reserved like a man would be.
"Grant, how do you like going to gar bays?"
"At first, I was very uncomfortable. Me with a bunch of gay men. I mean, what could be possibly find to talk about. Buy it was very comfortable and they are sooooo friendly. We chat the night away. We seem to talk about all sorts of things," Grant said as if he was sharing some little secret.
"And, you, Tiffany, please tell me about your experiences at the lesbian bars," Dr. Provert asked in a sort of command.
"Not much to tell. I wouldn't really call them lesbian bars. Yes, there are women there but we tend to watch whatever is on TV. Usually it's sports. I didn't think I could get into watching that but it is kind of fun. Especially with them. They have such insight . They have taught me so much about the games. And they are quite friendly too. There's been more than one night that I've had a bit too much to drink and one of them drives me home," Tiffany guffawed in a most un-feminine manner.
"Sorry." Again Tiffany blushed.
"There's no judgment here, Tiffany," Dr. Provert re-assured, who was secretly enjoying her developing masculinity.
Grant interjected. "Please go on. She never tells me anything anymore. I do so love hearing about her little friends."
"Well, they're not so little. Most of them could stand to lose some weight. They do work out though. They've invited me to go along. It's mostly weight training so I've passed on that. Some of them are very tall. Sometimes I feel like a little girl around them," Tiffany confessed.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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