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Memories                  by: Anne O’Nonymous


Jack picked up the scrapbook for the third time. It held a lot of memories, and he didn’t know whether to keep it or not! Should he hold on to it as a precious keepsake, or throw it in the fireplace, to be burnt to ashes. What to do?

Upon opening the book, he saw a picture of himself at bat in a little league game. "Oh, yeah! I had three hits in that game and drove in three runs. Coach was really proud of me that day!" Jack thought. "I wonder what happened to those other guys. Let’s see: Mickey Corrigan is playing ball in college, Chucky became a cop, and Smitty is now in law school."

A second page had more pictures of ballplayers. More memories of times past. A half page of him playing in his last football game--he scored once on a pass. His mother said, "You’re not to associate with a bunch of hooligans like that again, do you understand!" He really didn’t, because it was a church-sponsored league.

Next page, Halloween. A picture of him as a ballerina. He winced a bit, as another picture came into view with him as "Alice in Wonderland." Mom sure loved that one, with all those petticoats. There were photos of him in other outfits: nurse’s uniform, nun’s habit, cheerleader’s uniform, and businesswoman.

Another page yielded photos of vacation trips, clippings of various kinds, and menus.

As he turned the page, more photos appeared. Pictures of him half-dressed, in his younger days, in the hated frilly underwear, petticoats, and other girly things she put him in.

His baseball playing was over at twelve, and at thirteen, the hormones he was secretly being fed started to kick in.

On another page, pictures of his first date: Sam Porter. Mother thought Jack looked so pretty that night. She must have taken twenty polaroids as his hair was being styled at a friend’s beauty parlor. The friend knew he was a boy, yet she just went along with what his mother wanted! At least Sam was a fairly decent guy. He didn’t go further than hand-holding and a good night kiss at the door that night, compared to some of the later dates his mother arranged. He soon learned the proper word for what he did: fellatio.

Looking through the album, Jack was struck by the fact that there wasn’t a single picture of him going out with a girl. In fact, he could not remember ever dating a girl. The one time he tried to date a girl was the day he got a terrific stomach ache and had to call it off. Come to think of it, she wasn’t the only one. He tried asking Judy Cochran for a date, told mom and the next two days he spent in bed, sick as a dog.

School pictures. More trips. More undie pix. Letters from doctors, relatives, and friends to mom. He never read them! School diploma. Some certificates and prescriptions for something or other.

Next page, pix of him and mom shopping; him trying on dresses, slips, panties; and at various makeup counters sampling lipsticks, eye shadows and other cosmetics. Pictures of him in his first pair of high heels. God, 4" heels. When he tried walking, he fell and twisted his ankle, and his mother’s reaction: "It’s not my concern! You should learn to walk more carefully!"

Other pages held pictures of him in hair salons, getting pedicures, manicures and doing various chores around the house. "I can’t believe there are photos of me in those maid’s outfits!"

"It’s time, Jackie!" his mother said from her guard position, just outside the door.

Jackie took the album and carefully threw it in the fireplace fire, then flipped the veil of the wedding dress down over his face, and went out to meet his future husband! Within the hour, he would become Mrs. Rodney Washington.


That’s all--Annie O



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