Date: Mon, 22 Jun 2015 12:46:45 -0400
From: joey starr <joeystarr69@gmail.com>
Subject: My Awakening Pt. 1 (TG teen by author: Joey Starr)

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual people, living or
dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are played by adults,
etc. etc. And if stories like this are illegal in whatever backwater you
live in, please get off this page and say some prayers.

That being said...this is a true story. It's also my first attempt at
writing like this, so be kind...

Any questions or comments, please feel free to email me.

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When I was 13, I lived with my mother in a house on a busy intersection in
a town in upstate NY. We were about 20 minutes from the nearest city, and
our town had a small college in it.

At the four corners of our town, there were all kinds of bars and
restaurants, pizza places, shops, etc. where the college kids/local high
school kids worked and hung out.  We lived just a few blocks away from all
the action.

Our house was old and huge. In the summers, it got really hot, and we
didn't have A/C.  So I actually had a "summer bedroom" on the first floor
that I would move into when school let out. It was cooler, by virtue of
being on the first floor... but there were also windows on two sides (it
was a corner room) so the breeze was amazing. I could also watch all the
comings and goings of people on their way to and from the center of town.

Back then I was on the shorter side. I didn't have my growth spurt until I
was in high school. My body was pretty slim from soccer and swimming, and
my hair was shaggy and long bleached blond from the sun/chlorine. I had a
tan, and cute freckles that would show up across my nose every summer. I
didn't know it at the time, but I was pretty adorable. I still am (wink
wink)!

Anyway... so one hot summer night I was getting ready for bed. My usual
'pajamas' was actually just a big oversized t-shirt that I would wear. I
think I was kind of emulating my mother, because she always slept in
something similar. Which, that should tell you something right there...

I hopped up on the top bunk of my bunk bed and started reading. I was
always reading...being an only child it was the best way to pass the
time. Books and my gameboy were pretty much how I survived childhood. At
some point, I drifted off and fell asleep.

I awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of whistles. Not like
police whistles, but like the kind of whistle made by human lips and
fingers. I just laid there confused for a second, but they continued. Then
there was the sound of male voices shouting.

"YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah yeah yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

It sounded like it was was RIGHT outside- on the sidewalk that went along
our house.  There was a small lawn on that side, just outside my window,
maybe about twenty feet across, and then the sidewalk, and then the street.

In my half-asleep, half-awake state I didn't realize it, but I had fallen
asleep with the lights on. And my "sleepshirt" had ridden up over my hips
and butt. I had rolled to face away from the windows, so from the top bunk
where I was, with windows right across from me, in a lit room - I was
totally visible... basically putting my round little 13 year old ass on
full illuminated display to anyone who passed by on the dark street.

And now, in the middle of the night, with the bars all closing... I was the
center of attention for the crowds of college guys walking back from town
to their cars and apartments.

As I came back to awareness I put all this together. I jumped down off the
top bunk and immediately turned off the lights, ending the show.

I remember my heart was pounding, and I sat down on the floor under the
window...scared to move. I heard a few disappointed "Awwwwww" noises and
then laughter from outside, as my secret, faceless admirers all dispersed,
their voices trailing off into the darkness until I could no longer hear
them.

I got back in bed, now camouflaged by cover of darkness, and my mind was
spinning. I wasn't sure if I was going to get in trouble. Was someone going
to tell my mother? These were the thoughts that troubled me until I finally
fell back to sleep.

The next day my friend Cory came over. Our parents worked, and we pretty
much just hung out non-stop during the summer vacations. I wasn't sure at
first if I was going to tell him about what happened the night before, but
eventually I did.

Cory was like the opposite of me. Where I was short, he was tall. Where I
was still waiting for puberty to hit, he had already started it. His legs
were covered with a dusting of hair, and he had hairy armpits. I had
neither. Where my hair was longish and shaggy, his was always in a buzz
cut.

Cory made me tell the story over twice, and then he started asking
questions. Did they see your face? No. Did they see your dick? No. Did they
come up to the window or stay on the sidewalk? They stayed on the
sidewalk. He laughed a bunch of times (because, let's face it, the story is
hilarious) and then offered an explanation.

"I think they thought you were a girl. I mean...you do kind of look like
one."

That was a low blow, from someone who's supposed to be my friend, and I got
pissed.  But he explained.

"First off...even if they didn't see your face, you have long hair. Your
butt is big, and your legs aren't hairy at all. So imagine if you saw
that. Come on...from the street, they obviously thought you were a
chick. Then you ended the show, and they probably went right home and
jacked off thinking about your ass."

I punched him in the shoulder and we both laughed. It wasn't something we
really dwelled on, because of course within a few minutes we were on to
something else. But little did I know, a seed had been planted that day
that was going to grow into something neither of us could have foreseen.

That experience was the start of my sexual awakening. The end of my
innocence. It was the first time I realized the power that my body had on
guys. And the start of a crazy chapter in my life.

To Be Continued?