Date: Sun, 29 May 2016 00:09:11 +0100
From: honey_im_back@hushmail.com
Subject: A Special Child Called Alex Part 1

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Alex Part 1
By Peter Pumpkin Eater.

I was engrossed in an online story, on Nifty, about a guy who had caught a
Polish kid stealing, and ended up adopting him and his brother I only just
heard a tapping at my door, and the sound of someone crying. I jumped up
and ran to the door, just remembering to tuck my dripping 5 1/2 inches back
into my shorts!

I checked through the spy hole in my door and could just see the head of a
child, obviously crying. I opened the door to find Alex, my neighbours 11
year old daughter, tears streaming down her cheeks. Although 100% Gay, and
more than a little interested in boys I had a soft spot for Alex. She was a
lonely, only child of a single mum. Were Alex a boy, or were I straight or
Bi then I would have been head over heels in love with this blond beauty!

"Alex, sweetheart" I said, pulling her into a hug, "what on earth is the
matter?"

"Uncle Peter, one of the teachers at school told the kids in my class about
me and now they all hate me, calling me a freak!" she sobbed.

"Alex, you're not a freak, why would they say that?" I asked confused. "Is
it because you only have a mum at home, loads of kids have single parents!"

"Noooo," she wailed, "it's because of my thingy!"

"Oh, you're having your period?" I asked, before realising that it was
probably very inappropriate.

Alex burst into tears again and rushed to the bathroom, confirming my
suspicions as to the reason for her distress. While I am Gay and have no
experience with girls of any age I paid close attention in school, and
Biology was my best subject, so I was able to think quickly. "Alex, if you
need a towel or pad or something you'll have to use toilet paper until I
can get your mum here." I called through the door, Alex's' reply was
drowned out by renewed sobbing.

Since I had baby sat for her since she was about 7 or 8 I had her mums work
number for emergencies, "Karen, Peter here, Alex has just come crying home
from school. She is having her period and one of the teachers told the rest
of the class."

I was shocked and deeply offended when Karen burst out laughing.

"Karen, for fucks sake, she is in pieces, is it her first period?" I asked.

"Oh yes," Karen giggled, "it must be her first period! I'll be home in
about a quarter of an hour" she added.

I was deeply shocked at Karen's attitude and vowed to have words, just as
soon as Alex was sorted out.

Returning to the bathroom door I knocked gently and said "It's OK Alex,
your mums' on her way home, she won't be long, I told her what the problem
is!" this last comment brought further floods of tears and I just stood
there confused.

Karen arrived and rang my bell, I was still seething at her attitude and
let her in. "Your daughter is in the bathroom, crying her eyes out, not
that it seems to bother you!" I snapped.

Karen looked hurt but went to the bathroom door, "Alex honey, may I come
in?"

"Yes, but not HIM" she answered.

Karen gave me a smile and a hand signal to go and sit down.

Still very worried I sat on my bed, with my door open hearing snippets of
their conversation and more laughter;

"No I didn't" Alex said, ".....just assumed.... thought he knew"

"I though you...." I heard Karen say, "... have to tell him..."

"... laugh at me like all the others?" Alex asked.

".....know...Gay... understand." was all I heard of Karen's answer as she
lowered her voice a little.

I was confused, and maybe a little worried too, what if it was not her
period, what if whatever she thought I knew was an illness, maybe the
teacher had told the class that she had cancer? Oh God, I really put my
foot in it didn't I?

Karen and Alex came out of the bathroom and saw me sitting on my bed; "How
much of that did you hear?" Karen asked I was about to go into defensive
mode as she continued "I really am very sorry Peter, Alex usually tells
adults who are close to her, and because you are Gay I assumed that you
knew"

"Knew WHAT?" I asked, a little too loudly, "please stop beating about the
bush, and tell me what the matter is"

"It's about my thingy" Alex said, causing Karen to grin again. I balled my
fists, I have never hit a woman, but her attitude had me past boiling
point!

"Your thingy? your period, or what?" I asked still as confused as ever.

Karen once more collapsed laughing and I barked at her; "KAREN for Christ's
sakes get a grip, this is NOT funny"

"Tell .....him .....Alex" she managed to get out between giggles.

"I'm trying Mum, but it's not easy, I don't want him to hate me like
everyone else does when I tell them!" she sobbed.

I held my arms out and Alex rushed to me; "Alex, sweetheart, I would never
hate you, NEVER! Please just tell me what this is all about!"

You dear reader will be wondering how a grown man could be so stupid, so
blind, but when you are that close to someone you don't always see it!

Alex took my hand and tried to push it to her groin, I resisted but Karen
nodded yes to me. I let her push my hand to her intimate area, and where I
should have been feeling a slight mound, there was her thingy, or should I
say HIS thingy! Alex is a boy. "FUCK ALEX IS A BOY! How could I have missed
that? I need to get my gaydar serviced!" I said, feeling about as stupid as
was possible, and then some!

"Yes Uncle Peter, I am Transgender, I was born a boy, but feel as if I am a
girl. The doctors won't do anything at all for me until I reach 18, so I
have to suffer this shit all the time!"

By now I was the one in tears, "Alex please can you forgive me, and you too
Karen, I was rude and threatening to you. If I can help in any way please
tell me, I know several Transgender and Transsexuals and I'm sure one of
them would be happy to help you sort things out"

"Peter" Karen said, hugging me tightly, "I was born Darren, technically I
am Alex's' DAD!"

It was all too much for me, I was fighting to get my head around the news
that not only was Alex one hell of a cute boy, but his 'Mum' is in fact his
Dad!

While Karen talked to me about her and Alex's' history Alex went down
stairs.  We came down and I went to the kitchen to make a pot of tea. Tea
made we joined Alex in the lounge and I saw to my horror that she, he, was
on my PC, reading Nifty. The story I had open was one called Christmas
Karol about 2 Polish kids who were abandoned by their parents and adopted
by the guy who found them.

Alex turned to me and said "I love this story, but do you believe that
stuff about the dreams? I mean his dead wife and the Polish Granny, how can
they talk to him?"

"I don't know Alex, there are a lot of unexplained things happen out
there. I know a guy who, after his wife died, went to have a drink,
something his doctor had told him not to do, and his late wife had
enforced. The first bottle shattered as he tried to open it and the second
he dropped before he could pour it. He's convinced that it was his wife
reminding him not to drink!"

"Wow, do you think so?" Alex asked me with a surprised look.

"Like I said, there are so many unexplained things out there, I would not
discount anything." I said, "How come you read Nifty then? Umm where is the
interest for you?"

"Gay, Adult Youth and Beginnings are my favourite stories. I dream of
finding a man, like in the stories, who would help me become the person I
need to be!" Alex told me, while holding my arm tightly.

"Alex, at 11 you are a little too young to be reading that stuff, and you
are too young to be looking for a man too share your life with." I gently
explained.

"Uncle Peter, I'm not looking for you to marry me, just help me find my
feet. When Mum told me that you were Gay I said that I would do all I could
to get you to accept me, but I was always too scared that you would hate me
for being a freak!"

"Alex, you are not a Freak! You are a beautiful person. Karen, how do you
feel about this?" I asked turning to the parent.

"Peter, as I said I am also TG and had I found a man like you when I was
her age I would have had fewer problems. If Alex wants to be with you, and
learn from you AND if you are OK with it then I am too. If you wanted we
could all spend much more time together!"

"You mean as a 'family'?" I asked.

"Yes as a family/ friends with benefits!" she smiled.

"Um just one question, have you had 'the operation'?" I asked a little
embarrassed.

Karen and Alex laughed, "No, I've still got a fully functioning penis,
basically I'm a bottom with breasts, which are also 100% genuine, no
implants in there!" she added cupping one of her ample breasts in her hand.

OK well if we were to give it a try, what do you hope to get out of it
Alex?" I asked, before I realised that that may be a bit of a tricky
question for an 11 year old to answer.

Alex soon dispelled that myth; "A PS4, a new laptop, oh and motorbike
lessons when I am old enough!" she said with a laugh.

"I walked into that one didn't I?"

"Seriously Uncle Peter, I would like you to show me what they miss out in
SRE at school please"

"SRE, what's that?" I asked

"Sex and Relationship Education. They tell us of the mechanics of hetro
sex, as well as mentioning that some people get involved with same gender
relationships. That is pretty much all they told us. No one dares to ask
about Gay stuff, for fear of being ridiculed, like I was today!" Alex
explained.

"You could find most of that out online, since you found Nifty, I'm sure
you can find some of the youth orientated websites which offer help and
advice!" I counselled.

"Oh God! You're as bad as the teachers at school! If you can find me a
computer that can give me a blow job, and assess the blow job that I give
the computer, and the same for rimming, finger fucking and prostate
massage, then I could find out on line!"

"Alex, you are asking me to break the law, to risk a lengthy prison term
and to loose my job!" I gently told her.

"See Mum I told you he'd wimp out like everyone else!" Alex said and
stormed out of my house slamming the door as she left.

I turned to Karen "Look this is all too sudden, I had no idea of any of
it. I don't want to hurt Alex, mentally or physically, I've never been with
anyone so young, not since I was that age myself!"

"I'll go back and make sure she is OK, then I'm going to call you round,
please come with an open mind, and remember that Alex is begging you to
help with something that few could help with. I am afraid the she might try
going out and looking for the knowledge she craves on the streets, and end
up in trouble, or even dead!" Karen told me as she let herself out.

I stood for a moment, shocked by the events and revelations of the past
hour and, unusually for me I reached for a shot of pure malt. The second
fiery glass was burning its way down my throat as my phone went, it was
Karen; "Peter, please could you come next door and talk to us, we are both
sorry to have sprung it on you like that, Alex is beside herself, thinking
she has lost the one man she trusts and looks up to!"

"OK please just give me 5 minutes, I want to change and brush my teeth!" I
told her.

"Please be as quick as you can, I don't want Alex to go over the edge!" she
said and hung up.

I didn't bother to change, though I did have a quick wash and clean my
teeth. In less than 3 minutes I was knocking at their door.

Karen opened and asked me in; "Peter she is in her room, please go and talk
to her"

I nodded and went up the stairs, knocking at Alex's door.

"Alex? It's me Peter" I said in my best gentle caring voice.

"Of course it's you, who else would mum send up to my room?" she asked,
making me smile, at least she had not lost her wicked humour!

"May I come in please?" I asked.

"No, not yet, I want to talk through the door." she told me. "If I could
make it clear to you that I would never ever allow you to get into trouble
for helping me, would you do it? Mum told me that the risks to you would be
awful, and that might be part of the reason why you won't help me"

"OK firstly on that subject, I trust you 100%, but who knows what might
happen in 20 years time? One of the men who used to love me as a boy, the
nicest most gentle man in the world, has recently been jailed for sex that
he had with a boy a year older than me. Back then the boy was desperate for
sex with him, I know I was there, but something changed and he ended up
telling the police. I was interviewed but said that nothing ever happened
when I was around, and that I thought it was all a pack of lies. The Police
tried to force me to make a statement but I wouldn't. In the end the
prosecution used the fact that several other boys were, despite now being
adults, too scared of him to give evidence. It just made the matters
worse. He is over 60 and will be in prison until he is 90, if he lives that
long! If I were accused of doing anything to you, and had done it I would
admit it right away, as I would not want you to suffer the indignity of
going to court."

"I think I understand that" Alex whispered, "but is that all, or do you not
want to be with me?"

"Oh God Alex, now that I know that you have the body of a boy, of course I
would like to be with you, but that is the second problem. You are an 11
year old, you talked about experiencing sexual acts with me. I am not huge,
by any standards, but my dick (Alex giggled at the word dick) my dick would
cause you a lot of pain, both to your mouth and to your cute little bum!"
(more giggles)

"How big is your D.I.C.K. Then?" She asked spelling it out like the child
that she still was.

"5 ½ inches long and as thick as a banana!" I told her.

"Hang on!" Alex said and I heard some scrabbling as Alex searched for a
ruler. "OK you can come in" she added.

I opened the door and entered to find Alex in bed wearing a short sleeved
top but covered by her bedding.

She held up a ruler and said, "well I can take 5 ½ inches easily"

"What makes you think that?" I asked.

"Easy" she said throwing off the bed covers and revealing that she was
naked below the waist, but what caught my eye was the end of an enormous
black dildo that was "balls deep" in her ass!