Date: Wed, 18 Mar 2009 21:18:10 -0700 (PDT) From: jimiboygirl@yahoo.com Subject: Jimi's Secret Diary Jimi's Rite of Spring - after the Spring Dance - Part 8 Part 8 continued kissing reggie was making me quite excited. i found her so attractive dressed as a boy... or a girl, for that matter... that her kisses made me swoon. i was dizzily kissing her and drinking from her partially open mouth. tiny foamy bubbly batches of our saliva moved freely in both directions, ebbing and flowing, moved by tongues and by gentle suction. as our heads lolled and our tongues slowly swirled, reggie's flat palm continued to rub the tip of my rearward extended penis head, or, as she referred to it, my sticky wet clit. i could feel the stickiness of small amounts of precum spreading on her fingertips and palm as she worked me so slowly and tenderly. every few minutes she would bring her hand up and we would lick it and kiss it, adding the precum to the nectar of our slow lovemaking. she was quite correct...the waterproof lip color she added to the bell end of my little cock was not coming off. with one hand behind me, slowly massaging my dick-clit, her other alternately kneading my buttocks or rubbing a nipple tip, making them hard as buttons.... and one of my hands kneading her soft, yet slim, alabaster boy buttocks, down the back of her over-large mens khakis, beneath the cotton fabric and elastic waistband of my boxers... kneading, pinching, rubbing, occasionally a licked finger breaking rank and slipping into the cleft, circling idly over her anus, perhaps a fingertip sliding over, around and into the opening of that lovely pink hole, widening it slightly, probing lightly, then bringing the stinky finger up for both of us to lick, kiss, or suck, i was in heaven. still kissing, she backed me out into the bedroom itself. the candles had been relocated by reggie earlier, and no doubt lit hastily... and now flickering, illuminated the night tables on each side of the beautiful king sized master bed. more candles glowed along the shelf at the head of the bed, artfully placed here and there on top of the neatly arranged books, or flanking the miniature busts of classic roman women and men. the flickering lights from 20 or more candles made shadows dance in every direction simultaneously. the bed featured a long white bolster pillow supporting six to eight assorted creamy white extra large satin pillows, full size pillows, and a few matching throw pillows. the off-white cotton bedspread was turned down at one corner, revealing two sets of luxurious matching creamy white satin sheets. in the center of the pale stone shelf over the bed was another miniature sculpture, perhaps a foot high... an artists interpretation of the world famous renaissance era botticelli painting of the birth of venus. this painting, also known as venus rising, has always evoked strong feelings in me. tonight it had special meaning, as i was in fact, being literally reborn. reborn into the body i suppose i had eternally longed for, but could never, until this magical evening, admit. even to myself. the rosy glow from the red silk scarf over the lampshade bathed the ghostly whiteness of the mildly erotic statuettes in a pinkness which suggested ripe young flesh, and blood coursing through living, breathing, lovers. the venus figure stood daintily on a large scalloped shell, emerging from the ocean surf. long, wind-blown and flowing hair cascades down her body. her right hand modestly protects her right breast from prying eyes while the left, rounded, small, and beautiful, displays itself most wonderfully. the left hand gathers the ends of her luxurious tresses and creates a veil over her most secret place, in the delta of her shapely, slender, pale legs. not included in this miniature sculpture is the figure of the maiden on shore, preparing to cover the goddess' nakedness with a flowing cloak. nor the figures of entwined angels, the male blowing the scallop shell to shore, the female scattering delicate little rose petals, even as they embrace. reggie would soon cloak me in something wondrous, of that i was absolutely certain. evidence of an impending wardrobe session was abundant. a walk in closet's door was ajar. dresser drawers seemed to be not quite closed. reggie herself had made litttle stacks of things on the large dresser on the ladies side of kens parents' bedroom... piles of creamy things, pale blue things, some pale green and bottle green items stacked together... and, of course the obligatory black selections were on display. kens mother had quite a nice selection of high quality peignoirs, nighties, and special fuck-me attire on hand and reggie had successfully rummaged the drawers earlier, perhaps even before my bath. she was still dressed in the wrinkled mans white shirt and rolled up and wrinkly khakis, probably taken from the laundry hamper... a loose necktie completed her outfit. she was barefoot. i, on the other hand, was completely naked, unless you count the barrette and pearls... so, zhee-mee, i took the liberty of selecting some things for you to choose from, if youre interested, that is. i was. i am. she knows it. shes such a little tease. she continued, you'll pardon me, but i honestly thought the pale blue items would be so darling on you, motioning with her head to a neat stack near the center of the four piles. it will bring out your eye color, if you dont like those, green would be my second choice, white my third, and black, dead last. i suppose like most teenagers, i was immediately drawn to the black things, but blue was a color prominent in my make up -- and even in my hair, in the form of the rhinestone shiny barrette. besides, regina, or reggie had shown excellence in taste all evening. and blue was her color too, remembering her party dress. yes, i would trust her judgment. i believed she was making me over in her feminine image and that she perhaps, was adapting an idealized version of my own male image. blue would be just wonderful, if you really think do, i purred, in my best sissy voice. oh i do babycakes, i really do. come see what we have. lifting an item and holding it to me, i shivered at the cool feel of the sheer fabric against my bare skin. the temperature outside had dropped a little bit, and the bedroom windows were open, and although the light gauzy curtains were drawn, they swayed very gently in the evening air. it was a very short peignor, powder blue, very sheer and see through. a tiny snap button clasp at the top of the neck, at the rear held it together, the only fastener. the sleeves were nearly nonexistent, stopping just past the shoulder at the tops of my arms. there was some delicate floral pattern embroidery around the shoulders and around the short hem, which appeared to be very very short. reggie beckoned to me to extend my arms and i followed her direction. she slid the peignoir over my arms and fastened the little snap button for me. in the mirror, my little hitler was just visible below the extremely short hem. a few straggly blond hairs peeked out. its part of a set, zhee-mee. it comes with ruffly panties, a little grandmotherly if you ask me. want to see the matching drawers? she held them up for me to examine them... signaling her disapproval with a wrinkled nose. no, reggie, i trust your taste. i could clearly see my red nipples above the lightly drawn and blended shadows she added beneath my 'breasts'... the overall effect was quite provocative. i do have these other things... a strapless organdy bra and matching panties, love. want to see them? i nodded. she smiled broadly and held a pair of ice blue organdy panties to me. they were nearly invisible, so light and delicate was the fabric. delicate roses were embroidered over the crotch. the seat was sheer organdy. a tiny matching bra, indeed strapless, completed the set. the embroidery ran over the tips of the soft cups, with pale blue roses strategically placed over each nipple. they were lovely. kens mom must have had these since she was first married, zhee-mee. this stuff is very small... and ancient! still very nice though, dont you think? i beamed my approval. lets slip this on you, she undid the peignor, exposing me again. she held the bra to my breasts and reaching around me, fastened the hooks on the delicate bra. she took a long time adjusting the empty cups, her fingers tracing my growing nipples. it was quite sheer,like a pale blue sheen over my naked skin. i wouldnt recommend stockings tonight zhee-mee. she has several pairs of white silk stockings and a white garter belt, but i would be afraid to damage them. last thing kens mom needs is to find runs in her expensive hose. why not step into the panties dear? she knelt and held open the delicate organdy panties from a bygone era. i stood on one foot and rested a hand on her shoulder to steady myself as i slid one extended foot, then another, into the leg openings. reggie slid the panties up my legs,past my knees and brought them up and around my bottom. the panties were roomy, unlike the bikinis and thongs of today. they were loose enough so that between my legs, my bundled cock and balls were not strangling. she adjusted them so that the delicate embroidered tea roses covered my little blonde hitler, which was still pleasingly visible. they look adorable. got enough room down there honey?, she asked, with genuine concern in her voice. if you feel uncomfortable at all, take them off. no, reggie, no im fine. better than fine. everything feels fantastic. you look pretty good too babycakes. good enough to eat! she buried her nose in my hitler, i felt her tongue lightly licking my tucked away genitals. her hand stroked the head of my clit, from the rear. my seat felt a little sticky. she rose and we stood side by side and looked in the mirror. youre all dolled up now, zhee-mee. youre ready. now maybe you can help me. what do you need me to do reg? anything. anything at all. okay zhee-mee, id really like you to fit me with something special. fit? yes, darling. i need you to fashion me a two-headed cock, out of this, she said, picking up a familiar looking object from the over-bed shelf. 'this' was an enormously long and fat cucumber, more slender at one end than the other, but a good 12 inches in length and dramatically curved. youre artistic. id like you to whittle it to a pleasing size and length that we... that we will ... both ... find comfortable. she handed me a paring knife, borrowed from the kitchen, no doubt. make the head look realistic, if you can, zhee-mee, and then we can adjust the length and girth and so forth until it fits good, then make the other head and finish it off. dont make it too thin. i dont want it snapping off anywhere. i began the task of fashioning a head on the larger end. That will be my end, dont worry, she said. this would take a little while, a perfect opportunity to ask regina some things about herself. regina, reggie?... i began... would you mind telling me a little about yourself? your early childhood...family, that kind of thing? i would only mind telling you if you cant keep a secret. can you keep a secret, zhee-mee? indicating my near-total state of reggie-induced femininity, i smiled and said.. oh, you can trust me, honey. you can tell me ANYthing. okay. where should i begin? tell me why? why you want to be a boy... why you dream about girls. how this all started? continued Please feel free to offer a critique: jimiboygirl@yahoo.com email me with comments, critiques, lewd suggestions or offers of marriage! jimiboygirl@yahoo.com