The place was a madhouse.

I'd just got out of the shower and was dressing for my session with Dr. Mince when there was a knock at the door.

I quickly pulled on my t-shirt and answered the door.

It was Donna.

She was wearing a dress.

I don't think I'd ever seen her in a dress before. Not only that, see had make-up on.

She gave me a kiss and looked me over. "You're not going to wear that are you?"

"What's wrong with this? Did I rip something??"

"No, you just can't be looking like a slob, that's all," she said, grabbing me by the arm and dragging me to my closet. She pulled out dress pants and a shirt. "Today, you need to look your best."

"Why? I'm just telling Dr. Mince that we're getting married. I don't need to be in a tux."

Donna didn't say a word. She just went about her business finding the perfect wardrobe for me.

That was fine by me. I'd drank a little too much champagne last night and the hangover that started out as a pin spot of pain was rapidly expanding.

I dressed in front of Donna. It felt strange at first. A twinge of modesty swept over me and I'd wanted her to turn her back. Then I thought "what was I thinking," she's going to see me putting on my clothes for the rest of my life!

She gave me another quick kiss and we headed down the hallway towards Dr. Mince's office.

It was as if we were walking down a tunnel with a bright white light at the end of it. I had a fleeting thought that ET might be there phoning home.

When we reached the end of the corridor, I saw Dr. Mince standing in front of what seemed like hundreds of reporters and cameramen.

"The myth that homosexuality as an innate characteristic has been shattered. The theory that children are 'born gay' and 'have no choice about their sexuality' is false."

Once Dr. Mince saw that Donna and I had arrived, he pointed at us. "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you proof that homosexuality is a disease that can be treated and cured. My methods of treatment are not only valid but have proven to be successful. May I present the future Mr. and Mrs. Gregory Shamus."

How did he know? It was then that I realized Donna had already told him and we were there for a publicity stunt. She looked at me, concerned about what my reaction might be. I didn't care. Heck, I felt flattered. I was proud of my "choice."

The reporters turned and came after us like sharks in a feeding frenzy.