Date: Mon, 13 Oct 2014 00:38:02 -0700
From: Muff Diver <bushhairs@yahoo.com>
Subject: One Rainy Evening Part  1

One Rainy Evening Part 1

By Bushhairs

This story is Fiction, and is about the rape of a transgendered young girl.




One rainy May evening I was on my couch reading when I heard a girl
scream. I could tell that it was close. I jumped up and put on my raincoat
and my Glock, went to the front porch and out into the sprinkling rain
looking.

Across the street and down a couple of houses I saw a small young naked
teenage girl huddled up on the sidewalk crying. I quickly ran to her and
told her that I was there to help.


She looked up at me with fear in her eyes which lessened as I took off my
raincoat and put it over her.


I asked if she was hurt and she said no, just really scared. She told me of
having been forced into a car and made to suck an older guy's penis.


I picked her up into my arms and took her to my house and into the
bathroom. She then seemed to be more collected so I told her to take a hot
shower while I found her something to wear.

Being single, I only had guy clothing. I found a long tee shirt but nothing
else. I opened the bathroom door, telling her that I had put it
 on the sink and that she could take as long as she wanted to shower. I
told her that I would be 10 feet from the bathroom door so she could call
me if she needed.

I then went into the kitchen and made a large pot of hot chocolate to warm
up her insides.

In about 5 minutes she came out and, looking around sheepishly, walked over
to me and gave me profuse thanks. I told her to find a seat while I went
 to get the hot chocolate. She climbed up on the sofa next to where I had
been and, smilingly, took her cup.


We sat and sipped, not talking, for another few minutes. I asked her if she
would like to call anyone. She said that her mother was working until 11PM,
so, no. I offered to take her home myself but she said that her house key
was in her clothes and she wouldn't be able to get in.

It appearing that she was not hurt, I then asked her if she wanted me to
call
 the police. She said no, that it would be too embarrassing.


I put my arm around her and told her that she could stay with me until her
mother got home and that I would take her home and explain to her
mother. She looked up at me with those big eyes and thanked me again,
snuggling up against me. She was so pretty and sweet!

As I thought more about what had happened, I suddenly got very angry,
wishing that I had found her in time to stop the guy before he could get
 away. I decided that if she wasn't going to talk to the police that I
should go out and try to find him and then take care of him myself.

I asked her what her name was. "Bobbie," she said. I told her that was a
 cute name for a girl, and that was also my name. She giggled and looked
 up into my face, now totally at ease.

I told her that I had a huge problem with the guy who had abducted her and
that he would probably be out looking for other girls to get into his
car. I asked if she would tell me exactly what happened.

She said that he had pulled over to the bus stop shed where she was waiting
and offered her a ride.  She said she told him no, but thanks. He insisted,
then got out of the car with an umbrella, offering to protect her from the
storm. She thanked him several more times, and then he suddenly reached out
and picked her up and put her in the back seat, setting the child lock so
that she couldn't get out.

He drove away without stopping or slowing down to the rear of an abandoned
building, and under a shed roof.

He got out and then into the back seat, telling her that he wouldn't hurt
her if she did as he told her. He dropped his pants down and showed her his
dick. She said that it was very small and looked odd on him. She said that
she had seen her younger cousin's and that this guy's
 was even smaller.

I coaxed more descriptions from her, determining to find this guy and show
him how he would soon not have his small dick nor the balls under it. I was
raging mad.

He made her put his dick in her mouth and told her how to use
 her tongue. She said that as scared as she was she didn't resist, and
decided do whatever he said.  She said that in a while he squirted stuff
into her mouth tasted really bad so she spit it into a coffee cup that she
saw on the floor of
 the car.

She said that he didn't speak for a while, then he told her how good it had
felt and asked what she had done with what he had squirted. She showed him
and he was not happy. He told her that she should have swallowed it, she
told him that it tasted bad so she had spit it out.

He sat and looked at her for a few minutes and then his dick got hard
again. He said that he knew another way and told her to take her clothes
off so that he could put it into her pussy and make her keep it.

When she realized what he intended to do she went into a panic as he told
her to her take off her shoes and socks. He reached out and began to fondle
her boobies and then laughed cruelly at her when he found she had only a
 flat chest with small nipples.

I pulled her even closer to me as she started telling me the part that I
 really didn't want to hear. She shifted her body around and I bent down
 and kissed her forehead. She looked up and returned the kiss to my lips.
 I almost swooned! What a delightfully pretty, sweet and lovable girl she
was!

She resumed telling me the sequence of events and how he suddenly got
violently abusive after taking off her clothes, saying what he was going to
do to her, now.

I was puzzled, but then began to understand when I saw that a noticeably
bulging little tent had appeared under my oversize tee shirt that she was
wearing.

I was shocked as I stared at it and just stammered "B--Bobbie, is that what
made him so violently mad?" I asked.

"Yes," she mumbled, "Are you mad at me now, Bobby?"

I told her that she had done nothing to make me mad.

I asked if he had put his dick in her and she said that he had not. She
said that she was ashamed that she had suddenly gotten hard when he had
told her what he was going to do, and that was what made him go off on her.

I pulled her in to me tightly again, telling her that she had been very
lucky. She looked up at me and said that she had never had sex with anyone
and that the thought of what he intended to do just overwhelmed her mind.

She had had fantasies about boys and men ever since she could
remember. When she was 4, she had told her mother that she wanted the boy
next door to be her sweetheart. Her mother explained why that could not be
and Bobbie was extremely hurt, emotionally.

I asked her how old she was now and she told me she was 14. I told her that
she was the cutest 14 year old girl I had ever seen. She got a hateful look
on her face and said, "With THIS?" as she pulled the tee shirt up revealing
an impressively hard little 4 inch love stick.  I smiled and assured her
that it did not matter what she had between her legs, that she was still a
very desirable young girl.

"But, I am not a real girl," she said.

"Sweetheart, you are what you are inside that pretty little head of yours,"
I said.

She told me about having being teased, hated, ostracized and avoided by
everyone who had ever known. I explained to her that there are some of us
out here who understand
 people who were assigned the wrong bodies and accept them for whom they
are.

"But, this means that I am Gay, although I have never felt that I was.  I
am just me.....a girl. I really don't know what to feel. I don't have any
friends, but I do have feelings, you know, feelings that change from day
 to day," she said in a defensive tone. Then she got very quiet and
thoughtful.


"Bobbie, all girls fantasize about boys and men. That is as it should be,"
I said.

Then Bobbie blurted,"I can't believe that you really see the girl in me,"

"Well, I do still have my arm around you and I have not said anything bad
about you, now have I?" I said.

"Oh, Bobby, you know, I've never had a daddy. Would you be mine, PLEASE?"
Bobbie said, pleadingly.

"Have you ever heard of incest, Baby Girl? I am afraid that I would
probably be guilty of that if I were your daddy!" I said, somewhat slyly
and teasingly.

" Yes, I know what that is, but why would you do a thing like that?" she
asked intensely serious.

"Well, we won't go into that right now," I quickly answered, stifling a
chuckle.

"But I do want you to be my daddy more than anything," she said.

"I think that your mother might have something to say about that,
Sweetheart," I responded.

"I'll bet my mother would think that it very nice for me to have a daddy
like you," she insisted.

"Speaking of your mother, what time does she get home?" I asked.

"Usually about 11:30. She teaches night courses at the junior college. She
is really smart. She started college when she was 16 and has her Master Of
Education degree from State U. She is working on her Doctorate and will be
Dr. Mom next year! She home-schooled me and I just finished my senior year
classes," she proudly announced.

I was completely overwhelmed with what she told me.

"Do you plan to go to college this fall?" I asked.

"Mom hasn't decided yet. She had trouble right after she first started
college and doesn't want me to go through what she did," Bobbie said.

"What kind of trouble did she have?" I asked.

"She was raped one night by two boys and got pregnant with me," she quietly
answered.

"Oh, my god," I thought.

"It's almost 11, Pretty One. I think we should go to your house so we can
be sure to be there when your mom gets there. She would panic if she
 got home and you weren't there," I said.

A thousand thoughts were going through my mind as I once again picked
Bobbie up and carried her out to my car. Using basic arithmetic, I knew
that her mom would be around 30 and wondered if she was as pretty as
Bobbie.

I was fascinated with Bobbie's vocabulary and knowledge. It was not hard to
understand where Bobbie's intellect and intelligence came from! I really
wanted to meet her mom.

As we drove, I asked Bobbie if she knew where the abandoned building was
 and if she would recognize the man who abducted her. She told me exactly
where the building was, and said that she could never forget the man.

A few minutes after arriving at her house, her mother came home and I told
Bobbie to get out of my car and go to theirs. Her mom looked from Bobbie to
me, as I stood smiling and leaning against my car.

* TO BE CONTINUED *