Date: Tue, 06 Jun 2000 07:55:02 -0700 From: Fred Sperry Subject: SUMMERTIME GIRL This story contains no sex or violence, unless you consider getting spanked an act of violence. It is the story of how a little "boy" came to decide that he didn't want to be a boy. When I was twelve years old, it was decided that I would spend my summers with Aunt Jane and her family. Aunt Jane had a big old place in Farmdale County that had been in her family since the time began. The farm had long since been sold off into house lots, but Aunt Jane still had the house, the barn, and enough land for a huge lawn and garden. Aunt Jane was big. She was almost six feet tall and built like a man. Her whole family was big. Her son Rick was sixteen and he was almost as big. His sister Mary was my age but she was a lot bigger and stronger than I was. I liked to play with play with her when they visited the city. Motor and I weren't midgets, but we were little people. She was just under five feet tall, and I was a lot shorter than that.. Mother said that little people should mind their manners and stay out of the way of big people. She said we should never be first in line, never speak out or draw attention to ourselves and NEVER EVER fight back. I had blue eyes and thick blond hair that my mother had cut like a Dutch boy. If you have ever seen a picture of the little kid with his finger in the dike, that was me. My mother bought all my clothes and tended to get things that made me look like the cute little boy she wanted me to be rather than the tough little kid she was afraid I'd be. She said little people should try to look cute and sweet not strong or macho. Strong and macho was for big people. I didn't like the boys in my neighborhood. They were rough and mean, not just to me, but to everybody! They were always knocking each other down and wrestling just for the fun of it. I didn't think it was fun, I always lost. Their favorite way of saying" hello" was to walk right up to you and hit you in the arm. I didn't like that either, it hurt They played rough games like football and were always fighting with each other and getting dirty and playing nasty tricks on people. I played with the girls and the little kids. Of course the big boys teased me and called me names. I'd cry and ran home to mother or try to hide. What else can I do? I didn't like them and they didn't like me. I didn't like me very much either at that time but there was nothing I could do about it, so I just tried to stay away from them as much as possible. That's what my mother wanted me to do. She said it was alright for little people to run away and cry, ,that's what they were supposed to do. It was long after my bedtime when we finally arrived at Aunt Jane's house. I went straight up to bed while my mother headed back to the city.. Rick brought me some milk and cookies and I went right to sleep. The next morning when I woke up the bed was sopping wet! I hadn't wet the bed in a longtime, but I sure did that night. By the time I got down stairs Rick and Mary were discussing what should be done. Rick thought I should get spanked but Mary said it wasn't my fault. She had a friend whose little brother wet the bed but he was only three and wore diapers. Aunt Jane said she would take care of it, so they stopped talking about it. ( I was glad they did, it was hardly my favorite topic of conversation.) After breakfast Mary decided she would show me the house so off we went. The house was huge! It had a living room, family room, dining room, breakfast room, kitchen, pantry, bathroom, and a big front hall, all on the first floor. The second floor had six bed rooms and three bathrooms! With all those spare bed rooms I was glad I got to share one with Rick. It wasn't that I was really afraid of the dark or at least told myself I wasn't. I just didn't like to sleep by myself, at home I slept in the same room with my mother, we had a small apartment. The third floor had two more bed rooms and a big attic but we didn't get to see the attic. I needed a bathroom BADLY! I ran down to the second floor and headed for the nearest bathroom but I didn't make it! I wet my pants! It went all down the front of me. I was surprised, I hadn't wet my pants since I was a baby, but what could I say? I was embarrassed but I cleaned myself up, changed my clothes and met Mary in her room. She wanted to show me her doll collection. I liked dolls. At home I had a bunch of stuffed animals and a lot of hand puppets. I did have one doll though, it was a "G. I. Joe". I dressed him up in different ways and called him Rick . He was the daddy in all the little stories I made up for my puppets. My daddy died when I was just a baby and I didn't remember him and all, so sometimes I used to pretended Rick was my daddy. (I thought the boys wouldn't pick on me if my daddy was there.) Mary had a lot of nice dolls and a really neat doll house for them to live in. Mary said that Barbie was mad at Kim because he came home late last night. I said that he had to work late at the office but he was sorry so they should kiss and make up. They did, and that started it. The next thing we knew Aunt Jane was saying we had to put the dolls away and come down for lunch! We had spent the whole morning playing with dolls! I couldn't remember when I had so much fun. After lunch Rick took me out to show me the barn. It was a big spooky place with lots of little rooms and dark corners. We played hide and seek, I would run and hide and he would come look for me. When he caught me he would tie me up and march his "prisoner" back to the base. One time when I was hiding I felt I needed to go to the bathroom so I crossed my legs and giggled so Rick would find me. When I told him that I had to " go" he just laughed and tied me up anyway. Then he tickled me and made me laugh. I couldn't hold it! I wet my pants, AGAIN! When we got back to the house Aunt Jane said that it was almost time for dinner so she would get me ready for bed so I could come back down , eat and watch television. She took me upstairs and ran my bath while I got out on my wet clothes.. When I came into the bathroom the tub was full of bubbles but Aunt Jane didn't leave! She said she had seen little boys before and wanted to be sure I got really clean. I was surprised, at home mother and I always took showers by ourselves. I had fun playing with the bubbles while Aunt Jane washed me all over, she even washed my hair and cleaned my ears. Then she lifted me out of the tub, dried me with a big fluffy towel and took me into the bedroom. She sat me on a table and commenced to pin on three big thick diapers followed by a pair of plastic panties! She said that we couldn't have me wetting the bed all the time. ( I wondered who "we" referred to but thought I'd better not ask.) I didn't like the idea of diapers, but I had wet the bed, so I didn't say anything. The problem was my pajamas wouldn't fit! They were last years and small anyway. There was no way they were going to fit over those bulky diapers. Aunt Jane said she'd take care of that problem and led me over to Mary's room. She said I'd have to wear one of Mary's old nightgowns. When I complained that I was a boy she said that George Washington wore a nightgown and I didn't want to go down stairs with just a diaper on. ( She had a very good point there.) She picked a blue one to match my eyes , it had a pink lace collar and cuffs with little white bunny rabbits all over it. I wasn't too happy until she showed me the cute little bunny slippers that went with it and handed me a big white bunny rabbit. I hugged the rabbit and decided it didn't look too bad and didn't complain when she tried a ribbon in my hair and told me to go down stairs and show the others how nice I looked. Rick and Mary were thrilled. They said that I looked really cute. I thought I looked like an oversized seven-year-old. Actually Mary got that nightgown for her seventh birthday. She hugged me and said now I could be her little sister. Rick sat me on his lap, cut my meat and started to feed me my dinner. When I tried to say that I could feed myself he popped a spoonful of mashed potatoes in my mouth so I couldn't say anything. I played the part of being his little girl and enjoyed every minute of it, hugging that big white bunny rabbit all through dinner. After dinner Rick and Aunt Jane watched the news while Mary and I played on the floor. We crawled around pretending we were babies but I was the only one wearing a diaper! After the news Aunt Jane took me on her lap and we watched a movie. Then Rick took me on his lap and we watched another show but I didn't see very much of it. He kept kissing my hair and tickling me. Aunt Jane would give him a dirty look and he would stop for awhile but he still had his hands all over me. ( Who wants to watch an old movie when they can cuddle with cousin Rick anyway?) By that time I was getting tired so Rick carried me up to bed. He gave me a glass of milk and tucked me in. He kissed me on the forehead and wished me goodnight. I made him kiss my bunny goodnight and I went straight to sleep. The next morning I was wet but the bed wasn't, neither was my bunny. The diapers worked! ( Maybe they weren't such a bad idea after all) Aunt Jane came in, stripped off my wet diapers, pinned a new one on me and told me I would get spanked if I took it off. I wanted to say that I didn't need a diaper during the day, but I had wet my pants twice the day before so I shut up and let her do what she wanted. Rick said that I would have to wear a dress because it would be too hard to change my diaper with pants on. AUNT JANE AGREED WITH HIM!!! She took me into Mary's room and started to put a training bra on me! That was too much! I wasn't going to take anymore! " JESUS CHRIST !" I screamed " I DON'T NEED ONE OF THOSE!" She dropped the bra, grabbed me and shouted "YOU DON'T TALK LIKE THAT AROUND HERE, YOUNG LADY! YOU DON'T USE THE NAME OF OUR LORD GOD IN VAIN!" She dragged me into the bathroom, soaped up a watch cloth and stuffed it in my mouth! I tried to yell and scream, but that just got more soap in my mouth. When I finally calmed down she washed my face and took me back to the bedroom. I didn't object much after that! I could taste soap in my mouth every time I even thought about complaining about anything. She put the bra on me followed by a slip and a pretty yellow sun dress with a skirt that only came halfway to my knees! She put little foot covers on my feet with yellow balls on the back that poked out over the heels of the matching yellow shoes she laced on my feet. When we went downstairs Mary was happy to see her little sister again. I felt a little foolish but nobody laughed or said anything. After breakfast Aunt Jane fitted Mary and me with matching aprons and little head scarfs and we became her "little helpers". She told us we could clean the bedrooms and make the beds. We pretended it was a hotel and made up stories about all the guests that were staying in the different rooms. While we were upstairs I needed the bathroom again. I didn't know what to do. Aunt Jane had said that I'd get spanked if I took my diaper off and I didn't think I could pin it back on anyway. I asked Mary what to do but she said she didn't know. She didn't think she could pin it back on either. Than suddenly it didn't make any difference. I wet myself and had to tell Aunt Jane anyway. She wasn't mad or anything she just changed my diaper and sent me back upstairs. Aunt Jane told me not to be afraid to come to her when my diaper was wet so after that I'd just wet myself and tell Aunt Jane that I needed my diaper changed. After lunch Aunt said she wanted the girls to play outside. " The girls?" Well I guess I looked like a girl but I didn't feel like one, or maybe I did. What did girls feel like anyway? Mary and I went outside and handed for the swings and slides in the backyard. I soon learned to keep my skirt down when I used the slide. (Keeping your skirt down is very important especially when you're wearing a diaper and plastic panties.) I was pushing Mary on the swing when I heard voices behind me. I turned around and there were two little girls about my age! Mary introduced them as Ruth, who lived next door and had a little brother who wet the bed and Susan who lived across the street. She told them that I was her cousin Pat who lived in the city. She forgot to mention that my name was Patrick , so they called me Patty or Patricia and thought I was a girl. I guess I should have said something right than, but I didn't want to tell them that I wet my pants, so I didn't say anything and let them go on thinking I was a girl. We played hopscotch and jump rope and other games that I liked . When I had to "go" I'd just wet myself and ran into the house to tell Aunt Jane. she'd change me quickly and sand me right back outside. Rick was right , it was a lot easier and faster for her to change my diaper when I was wearing a dress than it would have been if I had been wearing pants. ( I guess wearing a dress made sense). I liked getting my diaper changed quickly so I could go back outside and play with the girls. It was a lot cooler wearing a dress too, and besides, I kind of liked the way I looked and felt. That night at dinner I sat in my own chair. We put books on it to raise me up a little and I fed myself. Rick kept Making faces at me and making me giggle. Aunt Jane kept saying I should sit up and act like a lady. I thought that was funny, so I giggled some more. didn't feel like a lady, I felt like a little girl, if that's what little girls felt like. That night when Rick put me to bed he gave me another glass of milk. I made him get second one for my bunny and I drank both of them. The next morning I was wet but that wasn't surprising, I was wet every morning. Mary and I made the beds up quickly and snuck up to the attic. Mary said it was off-limits but she would show it to me anyway. It was a big room filled with old furniture, boxes, trunks, and all sorts of interesting stuff. Mary showed me a big box that had old clothes in it. Right on top was a beautiful white dress. I put it on but it was way to big for me. It dragged on the floor so Mary and I decided it must be a wedding dress. She found a man's hat and we had a wedding. I was the bride and she was the groom because she was wearing blue jeans and a shirt. We strutted around in front of an old mirror we found and had a lot of fun. Then we found an old makeup kit and Mary tried to put some lipstick on me . She didn't do a very good job, so I put a red dot on the end of her nose. We'd both had our faces painted before, at parties and such, but that was done by an adult who knew what they were doing. We got makeup and stuff all over each other. We were laughing and giggling when we heard Aunt Jane coming up the stairs! She was mad! "YOU KNOW YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED IN HERE" she shouted. She grabbed Mary, took her across her knee pulled down her jeans and panties and started smacking her bottom! Mary began to cry and so did I because I knew I was going to get the same thing. When she finished with Mary she grabbed me and said, "COME HERE YOUNG LADY! " She took my diaper off and spanked me hard. When she finally stopped spanking me she looked at the two of us and started to laugh. I guess we did look kind of funny, too little clowns with tears running down their faces, and both clutching their sore bottoms. She took us downstairs, put us both in the same bathtub and cleaned us up. I had never seen a naked girl before, but I was too busy trying to keep the soap out of my eyes to pay much attention. Then she dressed us. Mary got another pair of jeans and a new shirt. I got a pretty little white dress with green butterflies all over it. It didn't seem fair. Mary always wore jeans while I got to where all her pretty dresses. Mary couldn't fit into any of my dresses anyway, she'd out grown them long ago. " My dresses?" Could I keep them? Did I want to? Did I like them? Did I like wearing them? Questions, questions, questions. I didn't seem to have any answers, I was confused. That night I hugged my bunny and told him, " I WAS A BOY", but I liked playing girl's games." I WAS A BOY, but I liked playing with dolls." I WAS A BOY", but I loved my puppets." I WAS A BOY", but I kind of liked looking like a girl. "I WAS A BOY", but did I want to be a girl? I cried myself to sleep reminding myself that "I WAS A BOY" The next day Mary said she would show me the neighborhood. Rick found a girl's bike I could ride and we started out. We met lots of other kids and some of them decided to join us on our tour of the neighborhood. One boy in particular, ( his name was Bobby Anderson) kept cutting in front of me. He had jet black hair and beautiful big brown eyes. I pretended to be mad, but I knew he was just trying to get my attention. When we stopped for a rest he sat down next to me and told me that he was fourteen and was going to be in high school next year. He told me a lot of other stuff about himself and kept trying to hold my hand while he did. I kept pulling my hand away but let him know that I'd like it if there weren't so many other kids around. He was nice and I liked him a lot but I didn't want the other girls to tease me about it. On the way back I wet my diaper but nobody noticed and I sure wasn't going to tell them. Just before dinner I had to do BM.! I didn't want to do THAT in my diaper so I snuck into the bathroom when nobody was looking and pulled down my diaper. ( It was lose, I guess Aunt Jane didn't pin it on right.) I was surprised to find that I felt rather grown up, in a childish sort of away to be sitting there alone on the toilet. I snuck back out and nobody saw me. I thought I had gotten away with something, but I wasn't quite sure what. After dinner Aunt Jane said she wanted to see me upstairs. She told me to take my dress off while she did something in the bathroom. Then she took off my diaper and said "you haven't had a really messy diaper since you been here. You must be all stopped up." She took me in the bathroom and gave me and enema!! ( So much for getting away with something.) Then she gave me some medicine to take. She said it was a laxative so I wouldn't get all stopped up again. Between the laxatives she gave me during the day and the "milk" Rick gave me at night, there was no shortage of wet or shirty diapers after that. I HAD FIGURED IT OUT! Somebody was putting something in my milk! But who was I going to tell about it? Mary? She was just glad to have another girl to play with. Aunt Jane? She changed my diaper three or four times a day. She must have known that something was going on. Rick? He was the one who brought me the milk at night. What was I going to complain about anyway? That I had to wet a lot? So what? So do lots of people. That I had to where diapers? I got used to them and they did work. That I had to where dresses? They did make it easier to change my diaper, and I kind of liked wearing them anyway. I decided not to say anything. I was having too good at time to let a little thing like that get in the way. The next day I saw Bobby Anderson ride by the house on his bike four times! He would kind of wave to me with his fingers. He didn't take his hand off the handlebar because he didn't want the boys he was riding with to see that he was interested in me. I would kind of wave back to him with my fingers. I didn't want the other girls to see that I was interested in him either. It was our secret way of saying " I see you and I like you." We didn't want anybody else to know about it. Mary found out I liked him but I really didn't care. I liked Bobby, and I knew she liked Johnny Miller. I teased her about Johnny and she teased me about Bobby so we were even. The boys came over a lot after that and we would all play croquet together. Aunt Jane had the only yard big enough to play croquet. Ruth and Susan would play too, but they didn't have boyfriends. Susan liked Bobby's brother Charley, but he was away and boy scout camp so he wasn't around much. A few weeks later Ruth and Susan came over to Aunt Jane's house all excited. It was Ruth's birthday next Friday and her mother said she could have a party. We all started talking about the party, and what we would where. Suddenly I started to cry and ran in the house to find Aunt Jane. When I found her she took me on her lap and wanted to know what was wrong. I told her Ruth was going to have a party AND I COULDN'T GO! She said of course I could go and I'd have a wonderful time. I sobbed that I'd have to wear a diaper and I'd wet myself and the kids would laugh at me and Bobby wouldn't like me anymore! She said that we could work on that and she didn't think I'd have to wear a diaper if I tried real hard to stay dry between now and then. She said I should tell her every time BEFORE I'd wet myself. All of a sudden I didn't get anything to drink after dinner, no milk , no water, no fruit juice, nothing. IT WORKED! I was dry every morning. During the day I stayed close to the house and made sure to tell Aunt Jane every time I needed to "go". I'd run in an tell her I had to "go" sometimes when I didn't really have to, just to make sure I kept my diaper dry. Finally Aunt said I didn't have to where diapers anymore! (I think she was tired on me bothering her all the time.) I asked her if I could still wear dresses and act like a girl. All the kids thought I was a girl and I couldn't think of anyway to explain to them that I was really a boy, I didn't really want to anyway. I asked Aunt Jane if I could wear real panties just like all the other girls and she said I could! I liked the idea of wearing panties, and I liked pretending to be a girl. Ruth's mother said that each of us had to invite a boy and that we girls could sleep over after the party. This caused a problem. Nobody would admit they wanted to invite a boy but we really did, so we decided to play a game. We got a lot of stuffed animals and placed them in a circle. We decided which animal would represent which boy, and then spun the bottle. When it was my turn I made sure the bottle stopped at my big white rabbit that was Bobby Anderson. I noticed Susan made sure it's stopped at the dog that was his brother Charley and Mary stopped it at the teddy bear that was Johnny Miller. When Ruth spun the bottle it's stopped at the cat that was Jimmy Cline, but I don't think she cared much. It was settled, there would be three boys and three girls and we'd play guessing games and thing's. Susan said we should dance at the party We decided we'd try , but none of the rest of us knew how to dance. I was worried about sleeping over, but Aunt Jane said that if I was careful nobody would know I wasn't a girl. I wasn't really sure I wasn't a girl, so I figured I could get away with it. Mary and I tried on dress after dress trying to decide what to wear. Nothing seemed right, they were all too big or to small or not the right color or not fancy enough or had something else wrong with them. Finally Aunt Jane said she would take us into town and we could buy new dresses! ME TOO! I was to have a dress of my very own, not one of Mary's old ones, but a new one, bought just for me! I was thrilled, I'd never had a dress of my very own before , but I had never picked out any of my own clothes before either. Aunt Jane took us into town. It was a small town, not like the big city I was used to, but they had a nice dress shop for little girls. Mary picked out a pink dress with a big bow in the back. I picked a yellow one that matched my hair and had a skirt that swung out nicely when I spun around. Aunt Jane even bought me a pair of real silk panties! ( Wow! they felt really good when I put them on! ) Then she bought me a bra with pads in it so I could have little breasts just like Mary. Now I was really going to look like a girl! (I wished I could be one.) At the party we tried to dance, but Bobby couldn't dance and a better than I could so we went outside on the porch and sat on the swing. First his arm was on the back of the swing, then it was on my shoulder, then he was holding the tight and hugging me! He kissed me on the cheek! I'd been kissed on the cheek lots of times, but it felt different when he did it! Suddenly he kissed me on the mouth! He put his tongue in my mouth! Nobody had ever done THAT before! I couldn't get my breath, my emotions flew all over the place! I never felt anything like it before! I liked it, in fact I liked it very much, maybe too much! It had to stop! I pushed him away and looked at him. He had a sheepish look on his face and I knew he was going to say he was sorry, so I kissed him before he could say anything. This time I put my tongue in HIS mouth, and it was even more exciting! He was breathless, I'm sure nobody ever kissed him like that before either. Suddenly the porch light went on! Ruth's mother said we should come inside and have some ice cream. I didn't want any ice cream, but I thought we'd better stop before we got in trouble. I wasn't sure we weren't in trouble already but Ruth's mother didn't say anything so I guess it was all right. That night I changed in the bathroom and we girls stayed up late talking about the boys. I found out that all the other girls had gotten kissed too, but I don't think any of them enjoyed it as much as I did. I didn't dare even try to tell them how I felt, that was something strictly between Bobby and me. I hopped he didn't tell anybody either. I didn't think he would, he wasn't that kind of a boy, or at least I hoped he wasn't that kind of boy. I loved him, or thought I did at the time. "Loved him?" What was love anyway? How could anybody LOVE anybody? What did it mean? I loved my mother, but that was different. How could somebody "make love"? Could love really be made? How did a boy love a girl? How did a boy love another boy? What was a boy, anyway? I knew boys had pricks, and I had a prick, so I must be a boy, but I didn't feel like a boy. I didn't like being a boy! I didn't want to be a boy! There were so many questions and I was so confused. Was wrong for a boy to love another boy? I didn't know and I certainly couldn't ask the other girls or Aunt Jane or anybody else. I'd just have to find out for myself. Aunt Jane wanted to hear all about the party and we told her most of the things that happened. I didn't tell her about Bobby kissing me, but Mary told her Bobby and I spent a lot of time out on the porch alone. I think Aunt Jane knew what happened on the porch because she said that if I wanted to continue to pretend I was a girl I'd have to have my own room so I moved into a room by myself. I wasn't afraid of the dark anymore, I had my bunny (whose name was Bobby by the way) to protect me from the dark, besides I left a night light on so wasn't that dark anyway, and Rick still came in to kiss me good night. For the rest of that summer I was a girl. I couldn't remember when I'd been so happy. Every night I whispered to my bunny "I WANT TO BE A GIRL! I WANT TO BE A GIRL! I WANT TO BE A GIRL!" Over and over until I'd fall asleep. I played with the girls and the boys didn't tease me. Well, they didn't tease me in the same way, anyhow. Nobody hit me in the arm or knocked me down. Eddie Blake got mad and pushed me down once. Bobby Anderson hit him in the nose and they had a terrible fight! Eddie went home crying and I didn't see him again for the whole summer! At the end of the summer I told Aunt Jane that I wanted to stay with her family and be a girl. She said that it was all a big mistake. Rick had just wanted to play a trick on me, and had put something in my milk to make me wet the bed. But when he saw how happy I was, sitting on his lap , pertaining to be his little girl, playing on the floor with Mary, and cudgeling with him, after dinner, he decided to keep it up and had talked her into growing along with it. She said they never thought it would go on all summer, or that I would really like being a girl. She said she was sorry, but I told her not to be sorry, I loved being a girl and wanted to keep on being one. But I had to go to school, and my mother wanted me home. She knew I'd been pretending to be a girl all summer. We'd talked about it on the phone She didn't understand, but said she didn't mind , so long as Aunt Jane said it was okay. When I got back to the city I tried to be a boy, and I really tried hard. I didn't play with the girls, and I even won the school championship in wrestling, for my weight class. I didn't play with the girls, but I didn't play with the boys either, I didn't play with anybody. After school I came straight home and hit the books hard!. In my spare time I played with my computer, but I still wanted to be a girl. I'd brought some of Mary's clothes home with me and sometimes I'd dress up like a girl and think about Bobby and all the good times I had that summer, while I suffered the net. I didn't hear much from the people in Farmdale for a longtime, and then I got a Valentine! It was made on a computer and had a picture of a boy riding a bicycle on the front. Inside it said "I'LL WAVE MY FINGERS TO YOU, WILL YOU WAVE YOUR FINGERS BACK TO ME?"and it was signed banderson@/////.com.{Bobby's real Emile address was on the card). I ran to the computer so fast I almost broke my leg! After that I "talked" with Bobby almost every night on the computer. I told him all about what was going on in the city and he told me about what was going on in Farmdale, but I never told him that I was a boy, and he never asked. For the next three years I was an unhappy little boy in the winter , and a very happy little girl in the summer. I saw Bobby at parties, and picnics and other places in Farmdale, and he kissed me every time he got a chance, which wasn't very often, we were never allowed to be alone together. Aunt Jane was very strict about that. She wasn't going to let her "little girl" get of bad reputation! She did allow us to take dance lessons together at the local YMCA, but we were never alone. When Bobby seventeen he got his license, borrowed his father's car, and wanted to take me for a ride. Aunt Jane didn't want to let me go, but I pleaded with her and she finally said YES! It was to be my first date! We drove around for a while and finally Bobby parked by the lake, just where I'd hoped he'd park. He hugged me and kissed me the way only Bobby could hug me and kiss me, but I was fifteen and he was seventeen and I wanted him to do a lot more than just hug and kiss me! I wanted to do certain things to him too! Suddenly my frustrations overwhelmed me and I started to cry! .I sobbed out that I wasn't really a girl! I was just a boy, but that I really wanted to be a girl, and that I loved him, and wanted him to love me like a girl, and that I was scared that he'd hate me if he knew I was a boy! HE LAUGHED! HE WAS HAPPY ABOUT IT! He said he knew all along that I was a boy! He said Mary had told him after Ruth's birthday party years ago! He said that I was a silly little bunny, and should get spanked for not telling him sooner that I was a boy! He said that he had been waiting for me to tell him that I was a boy so he could tell me that he loved me anyway! He said he'd love me whether I was a boy, or girl, or an alligator, for that matter! I looked at him and started to cry even harder! (Why do we girls always have to cry when were happy?) When I settled down, he told me to get in the back seat, and the show me how much he loved me! But that's another story. If you have any suspicions or comments about what might have happened in that back seat contact me at fbsperry2@yahoo.com.