Date: Sat, 2 May 2009 12:35:24 -0700 (PDT) From: jimiboygirl@yahoo.com Subject: transgender/teen/Jimis secret diary/ 01 dear diary: may 15, 1965 The following is a work of fiction and fantasy. 01 dear diary: may 15, 1965 saturday evening, may 15, 1965 dear diary i had the most wonderful night last night! many new discoveries and awakenings. i met a most wonderful girl. and a very nice guy...or, rather, four guys! we laughed. we danced. we did 'everything'!!! we had a fabulous night. it all seems like a dream somehow, though i am a little sore in various parts (secret smile). so perhaps it was not a dream after all! i flew through all my chores when i arrived home this morning. must be nervous energy or something. anyway, i am so tired now, finally. even though its only 6:00 PM, all i want to do is have a long luxurious bath and then go to bed. my new friend R gave me several nice gifts (this diary) plus two other treasures which i want to keep (and wear) forever. i have phone numbers and addresses for R and K, but right now i am too terrified to follow up with either of them. was it all a ghastly mistake? will i be sorry for opening pandora's box? i am worried about Arthur, Rich, and Phil. can they keep quiet? we'll see what happens when we go back to school on monday. sunday morning, may 16 dear diary, when i woke up today i had the most delicious surprise! at some point during the night, i must have decided to try on the items R gave me again. i remember going to the bathroom to tinkle around midnight and it must happened after that. in any case, when my hand wandered 'down there' beneath the sheets here in my room, to check myself out upon awakening, i was met with the feel of cool satin. i lowered the sheets to take a look and they they were! they fit me wonderfully, if a tad snug around my bottom, and brought back those rousing memories again. i then lazily stroked my chest and to my eternal delight, my 'breasts' were back in the bra cups, too! freshly laundered, these wonderful undies lacked 'her' scent, but that's okay. perhaps she will tell me what it is and i can buy some for my very own, if it's not too expensive. after church services we are supposed to go to my aunt helen's for an early dinner. i wonder if i can get out of it. don't wish to disappoint mother, but dinner at AH's just doesn't seem like its going to be much fun anymore. can i be well and truly spoiled for family events after just one naughty night? gotta run now. mom is calling. sunday afternoon, may 16 i can't believe it! we walked right past Regina's house on the way home from church -- a new way home, i had suggested -- and there she was, watering the lawn dressed like a cute little tomboy! patched kneed jeans and an old teeshirt, and baseball cap. so that's what she looks like when she's not all dolled up for a party! still pretty cute! she gave me a big happy wave and pretended like she was going to squirt us with the hose. mom wanted to know who it was and i blurted out, 'its my new girlfriend'! mom smiled at that. 'about time you had one, young man', she said. i must have blushed bright red. i asked mom to go on after introductions and she did, smiling as she shook regina's hand and saying it was so nice to meet a friend of jimmy's, and smiling as she left us, saying, 'dont forget aunt helen's for dinner, jimmy.' (she spells it differently than my secret way, of course). 'look at you, all gussied up for church,' reggie said. 'this is nothing. i have other things that are even nicer', i replied. i was becoming excited, and she could tell it. i was dying to tell her what i was wearing under my gray dress trousers, but dared not. i told R what a wonderful time i had and she said almost the exact same thing: 'it was a magical time, "zhee-mee"... the first of many magical times, i hope.' we had to be careful, as her mom and dad were also working outside, so we just chatted innocently for a few moments, about the fun we had at the dance, what a drag school is, upcoming exams, etc., quite certain they could hear us. just then, her mom called her name and asked for some help with potting soil or something. 'I gotta go, jim-bo.' 'can i call you sometime, reggie?' i whispered. 'you had better call me ALL the time,' she whispered, with a laugh. 'see you in school tomorrow, Regina,' i called out, loud enough for her parents to overhear. i practically skipped all the way home after that! * * * Dinner at aunt helen's was fairly uneventful, though something curious did occur both before and after dinner. more on that below. I had tried to get out of going, feigning a headache, but mother just suggested i drink some water and lay down for half an hour before going over to AH's. we arrived at four o'clock, after having walked the six blocks to her house (alas, we did not pass R's house) and sat with AH in her living room, chatting about this and that. mother told her i had a new girlfriend, well, a FIRST girlfriend, actually, which caused me no end of embarrassment. AH wanted to know who she was, how we met, where she lived, etc. Turns out she knows Regina's family slightly. I discerned a raised eyebrow and a quick little smile from AH when she heard R's family name mentioned. i asked how she knew the family and AH smiled and said that she knew R's mother from the church bingo night, held once a month in the parish hall. "oh yes, i have had many chats over bingo with Regina's mom," AH said, rather slyly. "In many ways, i feel as though i know the girl myself. I must say, i am rather surprised to hear she has a boyfriend, though ANY girl would be lucky to have such a handsome and well-mannered young man." "Oh?," said mother, now curious. "Why is that, then, dear." "Bit of a tomboy, from what i gather. All those brothers. It's no wonder. Her mother must be positively delighted that Regina has a beau." AH drilled me with another sly look... and another equally sly smile. "Well,jolly good for you, Jimmy, dear. Good for you." Thank goodness the topic changed from my budding love life to sales at downtown stores and the shamelesly amorous (yet edited for my benefit) antics of the middle aged divorcee down the street. Women's talk is so very different from men's, i guess, though -- truth to tell -- i haven't really sat in on many bull sessions with the guys, as there are precious few males in my family circle. My dad left years ago, i am an only child, and AH, my mother's older sister, never married at all. The rest of my family is spread out fairly thin: grandparents in New England, and as we like to say, the rest in Old England. My dad's family is, like him, God knows where. I must say, though, that i don't actually tune my mom and aunt out when they chat, though I do only sort of half-listen when the conversation turns dull. But when AH has had a sherry or two, she does like to grind the local rumor mill, dishing out the dirt on errant husbands, straying wives, and good-for-nothing neighbors, her eyes flashing and her mouth smiling in a saucy kind of way. It's left to my mother to steer the conversation back on decent ground, lest her son become jaded and hardened with all this wicked-world talk. Mother and AH get along so well, and it has been very nice that since we moved here they have been able to visit frequently. It's good for both of them to be close again. So i sit through the endless rounds of chat, and when called upon, bring the sherry bottle around again and top-up those dainty little glasses, or bring bridge mix out, or a tray of something, and then sit on the sofa next to mother, quietly, hands folded in my lap, like a dutiful son (or daughter, now that i think about it), and wait my turn to speak or comment when asked to do so by either of them. In this way, their efforts to be more inclusive are appreciated by me. Dinner was an overcooked rib roast. AH isn't much of a cook. Still, we marveled at the meal, showering my aunt with compliments and praising everything, because we love her. After dessert was served, peach cobbler, i began to clear the table and take the dished to the kitchen. AH and mother had a cup of coffee as i started cleaning off plates into the garbage, wrapping up leftovers, and running hot water to begin washing up. Aunt Helen came into the kitchen then and said, "you're such a perfect little helper aren't you? it's very kind of you to always want to help. but this time, please dear, you wash, and i'll dry. Besides, your mom is in the living room watching Walter Cronkite. it will give us a chance to chat." As i washed the dishes, AH began her line of inquiry, the real reason she joined me, i suppose. She asked about my new school, how i liked the neighborhood. i gave her enthusiastic answers to each question she posed. Finally, the main question: "So, dear, how did you meet Reggie?" "Reggie". she used Regina's 'secret' name. "Reggie?, i asked, "don't you mean Regina?" "Yes, dear. Regina. or Reggie as she likes to be called sometimes, according to her mother." Those bingo chats. She must have Regina's life story by now! I suppose a child can't hide too much from a parent, when all is said and done. "Oh," i began, careful not to reveal too much, or lie too much. "I met her at the school spring dance." "A sweet girl, by all accounts. An athlete, you know. And a real help around the house, according to her mother," said AH. "She even helps her father and brothers.... fixing cars, of all things! Now there is one young lady who doesn't mind breaking a fingernail." I wondered what she was getting to, beating around the bush to try to learn something new about my new friend. Well,i wasn't going to tell her anything that might compromise Reggie. I replied. "Really? Well I suppose knowing about car repair is a good thing for anybody." "Yes, dear. I expect you're right." The conversation hovered in this particular area for a while. AH revealing little things about Reggie that her mother had innocently divulged in the course of a bingo game, the way parents do. AH taking it all in and connecting the dots. Or trying to. Eventually, the dishes were washed and dried and put away, and standing side by side at the sink Aunt Helen gave me a warm little hug as she thanked me for my assistance. Her arm tight around me and her hand on my shoulder. Then the second curious event of the evening occurred. Her hand went from my right shoulder to the middle of my back, between my shoulder blades, where it lingered in a slow circular pattern before passing to my left shoulder and then back to the center of my back again. And then i remembered! I was still wearing Reggie's little pink bra under my shirt, under my undershirt... and several layers beneath the thin cotton sweater i wore over everything! I was still wearing the panties too, suddenly panicked and afraid of being exposed. When her hand went to my shoulder, she might have felt one of the little metal size-adjusting slides! And, then, perhaps suspecting something odd, her hand wandered between my shoulder blades where she may have found the fastener! Did she confirm this by touching the left shoulder and finding the other adjuster? She said nothing. But she silently smiled at me; a big, broad, wide eyed, all-her-teeth-showing, high-beamed, red lipped smile. Her eyes twinkled with mischief. "You are so special, Jimmy," was all she said. She took me full in her arms and held me tight. I could smell her shampoo, her perfume and powder, felt her full bosom press into my empty bra cups, felt her embrace bring me into her. One of her hands lightly patted my bottom -- not in a sexual way -- but in an exploratory way, perhaps seeking further confirmation of something held secret by me. "Would you please be an angel and help me after school next week? I need to move some old things from the attic. I think i may have something for you...and I really think you might like it... very much. Will you do that?" I told her that i would, of course. "That's wonderful, dear. You can stop by, do your homework, and have dinner with me before we start. Maybe even spend the night if it goes late. Bring a change of clothes. How does that sound? "That sounds great, auntie." She looked at me dead even now. "You can even wear what you're wearing tonight, sweetie. Attics can be so much fun.... closets, too." continued. comments: jimiboygirl@yahoo.com