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"Don't be embarrassed, or shy," she said with a big smile, walking over to me and holding one of my hands between hers. Her touch was soft and electric. It was all I could do to suppress a boner, but I had to since that obviously would have given me away.

The bullshit was really rolling off of my tongue as I explained to her that I had a deep attraction for males, and that although I had not acted on it yet, I was sure that I would in the near future unless I could do something about it. I inquired of her whether being gay really was a choice rather than a matter of biology, and she assured me that it was. Of course I knew that that was complete and utter bullshit, but I was willing to agree to anything that she said in order to get into her pants.

I was very pleased indeed when, at the end of our discussion, she assured me that she would take me on as her own special personal project. I'm quite sure that using all of the information that Bruce had imparted to me that I did successfully come across as gay.

My next few meetings with Melissa I acted tentatively. She was slightly tentative herself, although not nearly to the extent that I was trying to portray. About the fourth meeting, as part of my "therapy" to complement a great deal of praying that we were doing, she started showing me female pornography. It was hard not to react to it, but I didn't. I did start saying things, like, "I wonder what it would be like to see or touch a real woman rather than just looking at photographs?"

As part of my therapy, Melissa and I started doing things together. Either alone, or with some of her Christian friends, we would go to concerts (mostly Christian music, which isn't bad if you don't listen to the words), meals, or even walks in the park. A strange thing started to happen. I started to really enjoy Melissa's company. Don't get me wrong, my main goal was still to get into her pants, but aside from with my mother, my relationship with Melissa was the most long-lasting and enjoyable relationship with a female of my life.

It was already the start of the second semester before things really started coming together for me. I had expertly, although subtly, convinced Melissa that I needed some real "hands-on" experience with the female body in order to complete my transition from gay to straight. At first it was only some petting, then combined with thigh stroking, then combined with some kisses on the lips. Each time I exercised remarkable restraint and didn't "go for it." After investing so much time in Melissa, and with only one or two nights a week with Jasmine to polish my knob, I didn't want to blow it.

The epiphany came most unexpectedly. Someone brought wine coolers to a Christian club picnic, and even though most of the people there did not drink, and I'd never seen Melissa drink before, she really got into the wine coolers. I encouraged it. That night when we went back to her single room in a co-ed dormitory she invited me in. "Henry, I think I may be able to put you over the hump, and cure you, if I show you my naked body. Are you ready for that?" she said, in a slurred voice.

"Does the Pope poop in the woods?" I said to myself, obviously mixing my metaphors but still trying to rein in the raging hard-on occasioned by her words alone. "Uh, I think so," I meekly responded.

With that Melissa did a slow strip. I could not fucking believe how awesome her body was. She had the most perky tits that I had ever seen in my life, perfectly proportioned hips and thighs, a snatch to die for, and what appeared to be an inch long clitoris. I could not suppress my hard-on. Of course she noticed, and probably under the influence of the wine coolers walked up to me and pulled down my pants and boxers, not something easy to do since my dick was the most engorged that it ever had been in my life.

"Oh my," she cried.

"Jesus help me," I inexplicably exclaimed as I went toward her.

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