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

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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?


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