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.



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