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.



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