Date: Tue, 12 May 2009 20:37:04 -0700 (PDT) From: jimiboygirl@yahoo.com Subject: Transgender/Teen/Jimis Secret Diary/ 03 dear diary: may 20, 1965 The following is a work of fiction and fantasy. 03 dear diary: may 20, 1965 thursday, may 20, 1965 dear diary continues "lose the panties and bra, jimmy. i have better things for you." i struggled out of the bra and pulled down my panties, my back to her. i was naked. "turn around darling. let me see you." i turned toward helen, who was now facing me, on her knees, holding open the beautiful pre-war 100% pure silk panties. with her merry eyes, saucy looks, her warm smile, and inviting sweet scented cleavage, my little cock was sticking straight out at her and starting to ascend. "you're the beautiful one, jimmy. i could eat you alive." she said she could eat me alive! she was a foot away from me, on her knees, holding out an opened pair of vintage cream colored silk panties for me to slip into....her face beamed up at me....those smiling red lips, so full and moist... her dazzling white smile, her mischievous blue eyes twinkling with merriment and...what else?...excitement? i gazed down on her, lovingly holding open those beautiful virginal creamy white shiny undies... for me to wear!.... the promise of cool silk soon to be caressing my legs and thighs...then up and over my pert white buttocks, then perhaps a final adjustment of the panties' contents...a caress here, a pat, a tuck and a touch just THERE... i imagined all this in an instant. it would be heaven from the moment i stepped into them. she would no doubt slide them up my body, smoothing the fabric as they worked their way up my slender yet decidedly feminine milky white thighs. i imagined her doing this deliberately and provocatively; in slow motion the white silk would touch my ankle and send shivers of electricity up and down my spine...she would know this ad continue to tease me... i would be like jelly in her careful, gentle, loving, conspiratorial, and very capable hands.... her voice echoed now, ending my reverie.... "jim-jim, be a good little girl and let your helen dress you. come on then, dont be shy, dear, just lift your foot and step into these lovely panties. i've been saving these for a long, long time... just for this moment... just for you, darling girl...." hypnotically, i extended a small, pale foot. she began to slowly slide them over it. i watched my toenails disappear beneath the gossamer lacy edge of the waistband. sparks came almost immediately....the penis climbed more. helen continued... "yes darling, that's right...through the leg hole.... now stand again and lift your dainty little left foot, extend the toes and point into the garment....yes, such a refined young lady you are." i placed my left hand on her right shoulder, for better balance. as i did so, my fully erect, nearly hairless little penis bounced rigidly before her, at eye level, a few inches from her face... it was climbing higher now... just a few inches from that lovely, red, warm, moist mouth. i could feel her nasal breath on it. a large drop of glistening and translucent precum suddenly appeared at the opening on my cock head and slowly ran down the underside of my short and stubby shaft, followed by another, and then another.... she looked down to this miniature lava flow and smiled even broader then... now she was examining the hitler mustache of wispy gold fur atop my bouncing and climbing little three-and-(now)one-half-inch cock. yes. it had stretched a little more at the feel of the luxurious cool material. it seemed to pulse at will. "that's a lovely trim you've got there, dear. expertly done, i must say... was it wax? it looks it. so bare... so darling...so daring, too. i love the way it frames your goodies. it's nearly perfect. did you do it yourself?...." "it was regina," i answered immediately. "she did it for me on saturday." "ah. the lovely reggie. she began this latest transformation of my little jimmy. we shall continue it, you and i, won't we, dear? don't you just love the feel of these panties?" "she calls me jimi, spelled J-I-M-I. she pronounces it as zhee-mee." "such a clever girl. i love this name. zhee-mee. it's exotic... erotic." our eyes had met and locked, so i nodded to her. somehow my right hand was now on her left shoulder. i braced against her with both hands. my cock strained higher. i stared down her blouse top at those heaving white melons, dappled with a few freckles. in my mind helen would soon take me into that wet mouth. meantime, precum trickled all the while. my scrotum was feeling rather sticky. i looked down and watched as the panties tantalized my calves, now my knees, now my thighs, i could begin to feel the pull of the elastic in the waistband as she drew them slowly higher.... when the panties were at mid-thigh, helen suddenly stopped and with one or two fingers, deftly reached into her cleavage and retrieved a small, pale green laced edged and dainty little perfumed handkerchief that had somehow been hiding there, and held it out to me. "jimmy darling, would you like to take care of that," she said, nodding her smiling face toward my now slow, yet steadily free-flowing penis, like a tree emitting its sap. tiny rivulets of shiny thick precum erupted and glacially ran down toward my bare, grape-like testicles, a victim of gravity. "you don't want to stain these, darling, at least, not so soon! they're practically brand new...i've only worn them once, quite a long time ago, as a matter of fact...when i was about your age. and, i must confess, they may still hold my scent...you see, zhee-mee, they've never been washed." her eyes flashed. "y-y-yes, helen," i stammered. with weak knees and a shaky hand i received the handkerchief and quickly dabbed the tip of my penis, imagining an evening long ago, when the young 16 year-old helen, rosy and virginal... fresh and warm and perhaps still damp from the steamy bath, first stepped into these beautiful panties. these panties were between those legs, had caressed those thighs, had rubbed her vagina so long ago... and now they were being placed on me! helen's sense of timing was impeccable. she must have realized the effect of the situation would have on me, her cross-dressing nephew/niece (nephiece?). she continued to hold the panties at my mid thigh with both hands, thumbs and forefingers at the front and rear of my legs, palms and remaining fingers wrapped lightly around the yielding flesh of my girlishly smooth and pale and hairless thighs as i dabbed my sticky little penis with the perfume scented hankie. in less than ten seconds i needed to dab the hanky again. my little cock was like steel, like stone, without having so much as milked it, stroked it, or touched it, or her. without even being touched by her at all, other than in the most incidental manner, when her fingertips came into contact with my legs as she lovingly, teasingly dressed me! "oh, jimmy dear, that's right, love....let the cream flow out of my baby girl. oh look at how MUCH you make for helen." "oh helen. i have to jack it. may i?" "certainly darling girl, by all means, please do that as much as you want, darling. do you mind terribly if i watch?" with that i wrapped the hanky over the end of my now screaming-for-release penis just as it erupted in the first of a series of full throttle spasm-ing spurts. i had never even touched it once during the precum phase. this woman had made me come just by being close by, just by being herself. my aunt! my mother's sister. my knees were like rubber, my head swam. i saw stars. i gripped my cock and jacked it for several long moments as the creamy bubbly semen continued to seep through the ladies handkerchief; the pretty green handkerchief she had secreted between those lovely, bouncy, freckly, heaving, beautiful, milky white teats, was now a reaking, wringing wet and sticky, jism-soaked cloth. "you'll need a box of hankies tonight, my dear, darling, beautiful little zhee-mee." continued. comments: jimiboygirl@yahoo.com