It turned out that the woman who presented herself at the door to our home was a training therapist from the sex-change hospital in Trinidad. Her name was Vicki Foster. It didn't take long for me to feel at ease with her. She started by working with my posture, the way I spoke, the way I walked, and the way I sat. By lunch time, I was walking, standing, and sitting fairly well. My speaking wasn't coming quite as well. Over lunch, I learned to eat in a proper ladylike fashion. (Take small bites!) After lunch, ,we resumed work. By the end we resumed work. By the end of the day, I was starting to appreciate how to speak femininely, but I was nowhere close.
When she got ready to leave, Vickie produced a little cassette tape machine and a special speaker that fitted under a person's pillow. She explained that the tape was a conditioning tape that helped speed the transition to femininity. she suggested that I try using it that night, and she'd see me the next morning.