Odd Beginning-Happy Ending

by

Mardee Louise Prynne

 

 

As I sat on the park bench , I became aware of the long, slender

legs on the bench diagonally opposite. I had just begun my last year of high school and was still very unsure of what sex was all

about although I had some fumbling experiences with the girls in my

area. The legs led my eye to a large sketch pad which obscured the

body and most of the face of the owner of those legs. The pad was

soon laid aside and my entire being responded to the loveliest

creature I had ever seen. Auburn hair in a short waif style framed

the large expressive eyes. A powder blue tank top fell off one

shoulder. Cutoff jeans completed the outfit. What truly

attracted me was that this was a boy around my age. Yet the

stirring in me was undeniable. I must have been staring because he

smiled and said "Hi." I responded awkwardly. He introduced himself

as Patti. He told me he was new to the area and was unfamiliar

with the park. I offered to show him the prettiest and most

secluded paces.

Our arms brushed as we walked a narrow path and I felt tempted

to try to hold his hand but Patti had his arm around my waist. I

flushed. I felt myself harden!

We left the path so I could show Patti a little pool in the

stream. As we stared at the fish, Patti drew my face to his and

kissed me deeply. I nuzzled his neck and cupped his butt in my

hands. Our mouths met again.

Patti pulled my hand to his breasts under the tank top. His tiny

but defined breasts were firm with tiny erect nipples. I fell to

my knees and undid his shorts. He pushed them down over his hips

and kicked them away. I was even more aroused when I saw that he

was not wearing the ubiquitous jockey briefs but had on white

cotton panties with picoting at the leg openings. I nuzzled his

cock through the panties. Patti cooperated by sliding them down

just enough to free his cock. I took the half erect cock in my

mouth and felt it stiffen. Instinct guided me as I swirled my

tongue around the rim. Patti sank to the ground and I knelt

over him. I kissed the base of his shaft and went back to the

head.

Patti was writhing and moaning but not so out of control that

he couldn't get my shorts and briefs off me. I felt myself

engulfed by his lips. We thrashed and screamed in my first gay

orgasm.

I was exhilarated for days after the incident in the park. I

felt no guilt; I was wonderfully satisfied in every sense. The

girls I had had sex with never satisfied and left me filled with

guilt. This was new and wonderful!

A few days later we met again and it was not really by chance.

I was walking in the park after dinner. It was already daylight

savings time. The sun was only beginning to fade when I saw Patti

sitting on a knoll. His androgynous name went so very well with

his androgynous beauty and smooth cello like voice that belonged to

neither sex. I was instantly aroused as Patti waved to me.

Soon we were sitting looking at the colors of the reddening

sky. The skin of our thighs touched so lightly, a caress more

tender any I had experienced. Patti’s hand stroked my hair; the

fingers closed on my hair as Patti pulled me onto my back. The

other hand grasped my crotch and squeezed playfully creating just

enough pain to arouse me to further desire and to submission to

Patti’s needs.

The lovely elfin face touched mine as Patti’s tongue flicked

across my lips. We kissed slowly, deeply for a long time.

Patti straddled me, knees on my shoulders in a school-yard pin.

Leaning back, his fingers reached under my shorts and lightly

caressed my balls. I writhed in fear and ecstasy. Patti pushed the

loose, khaki shorts over his hips. I was harder and more aroused

when I saw he was wearing blue nylon panties. He pulled the crotch

aside. I licked his scrotum. Teasingly, he pulled back as I kissed

the shaft. I could not get my lips around the head as Patti teased

me beyond endurance.

Patti spun quickly around so his legs scissored my head and

left us in a 69 position. My cockhead was engulfed in the softest,

most velvet like mouth I have ever experienced. Patti’s tongue

found my male g-spot as I quivered and screamed in ecstasy. I now

took Patti’s cockhead between my lips. The pre-cum tasted so, so

delicious. Soon we exploded in orgasms more intense than those of

our first meeting. I came with an orgasm that started as an

electric vibration rising from the base of my cock until every

muscle quivered as I exploded into Patti’s mouth.

Patti came an instant later.

We sat facing each other, our legs entwined as we kissed

deeply. The mingling of our cum as we kissed was a new and

delicious sensation.

We went our separate ways a little later but not before Patti

asked me to visit him at his mom's apartment on the other side of

the park from where I lived. Patti handed me a slip of paper. I

looked at after Patti disappeared from sight. It was his phone

number. He had written it out before we met. Patti wanted me to

call him!

This was surely the beginning of a very special relationship.

The dime dropped into the coin slot. Dial tone. A female voice answered.

"Is Patti there please?"

"One moment."

"Hello"

"Patti? Great to hear your voice. I mean ...I’m all flustered.."

"Hi. I can’t believe you really called!"

"Yeah. I’m in a phone booth at a candy store. I dunno. I have trouble calling girls for the first time when my mom might pick up the extension."

Laughter form the other end.

My face was hot with embarrassment.

"You called me a girl. I love it!"

"You do?"

"Let me ring you back so you don’t have to keep feeding dimes."

"Okay..."

 

I stood on the sidewalk outside the candy store. This was the most intense crush I had ever had. Just thinking about Patti, hearing the echoes of our phone conversation made my groin tingle.

The thud of a bundle of newspapers hitting the sidewalk broke my reverie. The knots of old men who had been waiting for the race results dissolved into the tree shaded side streets.

Lights went out in the houses that backed on mine. I sat at my bedroom window and inhaled spring as I studied. Beethoven’s pastoral symphony mingled with my mood. The girl across the way never pulled the shade down all the way. Watching her brush her long black hair as she stood in white panties and white bra had lost all appeal. I thought only of Patti. Wondered what her world was like and how our worlds might overlap.

Oh dear! Patti had become a girl in my mind.! I wanted her in ways I had yet to learn. But I wanted to discover all that life could offer in the company of this beautiful girl, this beautiful girl with a cock.

"Pick up the phone," my mom shouted. "Some girl is calling you. Must be a new one. I don’t recognize the voice."

I ran from the shower and picked up the extension in my room. It was Patti! My mom had mistaken her voice for a girl’s. But wait; Patti was a girl. So she had a cock but she was prettier, sexier, more fun than any girl girl I could even dream of.

"Hi Mitch. I miss you."

"Miss you too."

"Really? Thought you might miss our petting."

I was so rattled, I couldn’t make sense. Giggling form the other end.

"I told my mom all about you. Can you come for dinner on Friday?"

"You really told your mom that ..."

 

"Stop now Mitch. Yes. I told her that we have a crush on each other. I told her we make out."

"Patti, this is like sooo weird."

"I’ll explain when I see you. Meet me at the library in front of the park. It doesn’t open until one. Be there when it opens. I have to go to church with mommy soon."

I couldn’t begin to fathom why Patti would tell her mom about us. But then again, a guy who wore panties and had his hair cut almost like a girl’s couldn’t keep everything from her family.

There were several people sitting on the steps of the library waiting for one o’clock. I grew anxious thinking that Patti might be having a joke at my expense. Worse, that I might not ever see her again.

A cab pulled up and discharged its one passenger. Wow, she was adorable! This could be the one who would get me back into girl girls. I eyed her as she turned and slammed the door of the cab. Madras Bermuda shorts set off shapely legs. Cordovan penny loafers and crew socks. A white blouse was turned up at the collar. A rather demure outfit but not so demure that the outline of her bra wasn’t visible. She closed the shoulder bag, ran her fingers through her hair and waved smiling at some fortunate person in my direction. It was Patti and I was that fortunate person!

I stood up and waved and ran toward Patti. She caught my hand in hers and kissed me on the lips.

"Let’s not go inside yet. I need to explain this to you."

"Patti, you are so beautiful. I don’t care about anything except being with you."

"No. You have to know. I f we’re going to date, you have to know why I’m like this."

We sat down on the steps. Patti took my hand in hers, pressed it and rested it on her lap.

"My mom was left a widow with two children. My dad left us very well off. Mommy doted on my older sister. I though the world of my sister. I tried so hard to be like her. Never realized I couldn’t be a girl...a sissy! That’s what I was... Mom didn’t’t discourage it.

"Patricia died and mom was distraught. I was about to start kindergarten. Patricia would have been going into second grade.

"Mommy was very quiet. Couldn’t work, couldn’t see people. I guess she was really depressed, like out of it depressed.

"Then about two years later... One night after my bath Mom was brushing my hair the way she had brushed Patricia’s. I turned and saw tears on her cheeks. I told her that I would be her little girl."

"How beautifully sad and tragic. But so special that you could be all that your mom needed."

Patti opened her purse and took out a tissue. She freshened her lipstick. Standing up, she pulled me to my feet.

As we strolled through the museum Patti put held my hand tightly. She looked up at me with a plaintive smile. "Mitch, you’re so nice to accept me for what I am."

"Patti, it’s not hard to love a pretty, bright girl."

Patti put her arm around my waist and pressed me close to her. We entered the library.

Lost alone in the stacks of records, we said little but our eyes spoke much.

"I need some records for my dance practice. When I was about nine mommy realized that the world of dance might be one I could exist in as a boy and girl or neither or both. God, that is so confusing."

I put my finger over her lips. "Patti. You may be boy and girl but to me you’re something more...the most beautiful and creative being ever, ever anywhere.

"You draw so very well. Now you tell me you’re a dancer. There is no end to all the things you are...And all the things you are to me"

"Mitch, you are so sweet. But you hardly know me. We have to be careful of where we put our hearts or this can be very complicated. No matter what I look like or what I do...the world will still see me as a boy.

"I really like you. I mean like I’ve never liked anyone. My feelings for you are feelings I thought wouldn’t be allowed me. I hesitated. There were times I thought about letting Patti cease to be but I had to save my mother from her sadness. Mitch, whatever happens between us will make it all worthwhile."

Her tears were salty but so sweet as I kissed them from her cheeks.

Patti wanted to walk across the park and take a bus home. "We can spend some more time together."

Three greasers sat on a bench eye-balling Patti as we drew closer. Pretty good fighter that I was, I figured I could take one but not three when I had to watch out for Patio’s safety.

As we passed one of them threw a crumpled cigarette pack at us. Patti stopped.

"That is gross you three..."

"Do something girlie."

Patti stepped up to the bench. She very calmly laid the records on the bench. Patti stood with her hands on her hips as she glowered at the greaser. As the greaser rose to stare her down, she slapped his face hard enough to spin him halfway around. He was off balance. One of his buddies made a move to grab Patti. I jumped in and decked him. I landed a good shot to his mouth. He was stunned. The third didn’t know where to intervene. He went for me.

Large mistake. I could take him. His larger mistake was figuring his pal would deal with Patti. That sucker needed help and lots of it.

My sylph like dancer whipped a backhand across her would be tormentor’s face as quickly as she had slapped him. The strap of her shoulder bag became a weapon. She was wielding it hard enough to cut his face!

The greaser stepped back and tried to throw a punch at Patti. She deflected it with no trouble and started a roundhouse blow that brought the edge of her hand into his throat. It was clear she was trained in fighting and had no qualms about doing serious damage.

The one who went for me took off now that the odds were even. I grabbed the guy I had hit first and pushed him off balance. He glanced at his buddy and realized that it would soon be two on one with the odds against him!

Patti’s powerful dancer’s legs wielded a serious of kicks to the back of his knees. A yank of his head and he was on his side trying to cover up. Patti caught his throat in her hand and applied pressure. The look of terror on the greaser’s face was priceless. And he had good reason to be terrified!

Patti looked down at him as she knelt over him. She smashed her knee against his face. He roared in pain as the blood spurted from his broken nose.

Patti stood over her victim and spat on him.

I released the one who had attacked me. He stood between me and Patti not knowing what to do. Patti stepped up to him. He started to cry, literally started to cry. "Clean up that mess," Patti said indicating the wreck who had tried to molest her.

She slapped his face with a forehand and backhand. "And be sure to tell your pals that a girl kicked your butts and chased you from the park."

Patti seated herself on the bench. "Some people just piss me off so!"

Patio’s victim was trying to get up. He was on his knees trying to clear his head.

A look of confusion slowly formed on his face when he saw Patti sitting on the bench as if what had just happened wasn’t anything very much out of the ordinary. She extended her leg and, with her foot, pushed him off balance. The bully lay sprawled on the path. His friend stood by afraid to help the tough guy who had been so thoroughly beaten by a slender preppie girl. "Next time I might hurt you," laughed Patti menacingly.

We continued our walk. Patti put her arm around my waist and snuggled against me. "That was just so therapeutic," laughed Patti.

A moment later she stiffened. "God, I hate people like those shits. So smug and bullying in their petty, stupid, ugly world." We walked on. I felt Patti relax.

"I was feeling so frustrated about whether or not we can be really like boyfriend and girlfriend. That fight got rid of my anger." Patti’s laugh was so incredibly light and musical. She faced me, put her free hand behind my head and drew my face to hers. The kiss confirmed we were in love!

I didn’t see Patti until Friday night. Cutting out of baseball practice to make sure I would be on time for dinner made me early. I walked around the block a few times before entering the lobby of Patti’s apartment building.

The doorman had me on his list and so I soon found myself stepping off the elevator and facing the partially open door of Patti’s apartment. A chill ran over me as I anticipated I knew not what!

"Wow, right to the minute," laughed Patti as she stepped into the doorway. A light kiss on the lips relaxed me.

Patti was dressed totally as a girl and what a girl; sexy yet sophisticated. She was so very comfortable with what she was.

A basic black sheath dress with a square neckline allowed me to realize that despite her slender build, Patti was well toned, even muscular in a subtle and wiry way. Black patent opera pumps set of her superb ankles. The heels were modest as befitted a well bred, well groomed young lady. Off black hose enhanced her shapely calves. A small gold watch on a black band and a gold and onyx ring drew attention to her delicate wrist and gracefully long fingers. A string of pearls of course. All girls of her social standing were given pearls when they came of age.

It was hard to realize that this lovely being had only a few days before kicked butt big time on a tough guy in the park! I realized too that Patti wasn’t a real girl; that started a tingling, an electricity in my groin that had never happened around a real girl!

Patti led me into the living room. She sat at the end of the couch, her back against the arm and gestured for me to sit next to her. Patti swung her legs to the side revealing her smooth thighs above the black tops of her stockings. (The popularity of pantyhose, which didn’t come into being for several more years, has all but eneded such wonderfully sexy and romantic glimpses. Oh, I well know that women no longer have to think so much about sitting down but what a wonderfully integral part of romantic seduction these glimpses were.)

A rather attractive maid entered with a tray of hors d’oeuvres. Patti spoke to her in Spanish as she set the tray on a table. Her fingers rested lightly on my wrist as she spoke. "Be a dear and get us some drinks." Awkwardly I uncorked a bottle a bottle of wine. Patti smiled as we sipped. She rested her legs on my thighs as we sat.

"Mommy will be down in a few minutes. She was a bit delayed coming home."

I became pensive. Patti’s story about her mother’s depression over the dual loss of her daughter and her husband gave me pause. I expected someone who might fit in a Tennessee Williams story. Not at all!

Patti held her glass toward my mouth for me to take a sip. As I bent toward the glass, she moved it closer to her own mouth. I sipped slowly. Patti drew the glass away and covered my mouth with hers. Tongues probed deeply.

As I kissed Patti’s palm, I became aware of a presence in the room. Patti looked away from me and smiled. "Hi Mommy"

I quickly moved to a more a dignified posture as I turned to see an elegant, older version of Patti standing in the archway. Mrs. Alcott was regally beautiful. She was slightly above middle height with the same auburn hair and ivory complexion that had drawn me to Patti. She smiled warmly. Were I not in love with Patti I could have easily fallen for her mother.

Mrs. Alcott wore a dark green silk dress, the sort that would be worn by a femme fatale from the orient. It’s demure, high neck contrasted with the slit on the side of the skirt. Gold hoop earrings hung from pierced ears.

I rose as Mrs. Alcott extended her hand toward mine. So very good to meet such a special friend of my...of Patti’s."

"Thank you Mrs. Alcott."

"Do call me Lois."

She had Patti’s grace but her arms had nothing of Patti’s well toned athleticness. Lois eased into a Queen Anne chair of to the side of the couch. She crossed her legs affording us a rather generous glimpse of the white panties above the tops of her hose. It was clear where Patti had learned her elegant seductiveness.

Patti, I learned had already finished high school. She had attended a girls’ secondary boarding school as a day student while her mother had taught literature at a nearby junior college. Lois was going to teach as an associate professor at well known university in town. Patti would be studying dance full time.

"I feel so ordinary when I listen to all you both have accomplished. "

Lois interrupted. "Really Mitch. I know you must be quite special and secure to appreciate Patti as you do. I also think enough of Patti to know that she wouldn’t invite a boy home to dinner who was less than bright and caring and sensitive. And you were chivalrous enough to help her fight off those thugs."

"Mother, you’re embarrassing me. Mitch doesn’t know that I share so much with you."

"That’s really great that you two are so open with each other. I don’t feel I have any family member I can share so many things with."

Patti rewarded me with a kiss on the cheek.

Dinner was comfortable yet elegant. A storm broke as we had our coffee and cordials.

Lois suggested I spend the night. I agreed and phoned home.

We talked of my hopes for college and the difficulty of finding ways to pay for tuition. Lois assured me that she would use the tuition credit that came with her salary on my behalf. The future was looking brighter.

Patti showed me her bedroom which was definitely a girl’s without being so frilly

as to be a parody. Tons of pictures of Patti doing all sorts of girl things. The kicker was that The horse shows, the dance recitals, the field hockey club from her school were framed on one wall. Need I add that she was also a member of the judo/jiu-jitsu club -at her school?

The cool sheets in the guest room of the rather posh apartment warmed as I lay in bed thinking of how special Patti was and how different her mother was from what I had expected. The increasing violence of the storm jarred me to reality. I had no problem with what was really a queer relationship with Patti. (The term "gay" was still several years in the future.) What would eventually happen? Could we have a life free of harassment?

A soft tap on the door. "Mitch, are you up?" Patti stood silhouetted in the doorway. Without waiting for an answer Patti sat on the edge of the bed. She was till fully dressed. "I feel so lonely...Hug me, hug me." She wrapped her arms around me and pressed me against the mattress.

Patti was kissing my face. "Mitch, I love you and I know you love me. I need you to be with me..." A deep kiss as she sprawled over me. "Don’t ever let me go. Don’t ever leave me."

Standing at the edge of the bed, Patti undid the zipper and shrugged her dress to the floor. A black lace long line bra with pink ribbon threaded in and out of the edge of the molded cups gave her small breasts a perfect roundness. The same garment shaped her waist while the attached garters held her stockings sleekly smooth. The incredible female shape of her groin was truly astounding.

Kneeling over me, Patti pulled my face to her cleavage. Laughingly she squeezed her tiny breasts over my face. Her tongue teased my nipples as I reached full erection.

Patti pulled her panties down over her firm bottom. Lubricating my cock with saliva, she then lowered herself onto me. The sensation of having my cock in her butt was sensual beyond endurance, I came in a pounding orgasm that started in my toes and flowed through every fiber of my being.

I rolled Patti onto her back taking her cock in my hand. The drop of precum was delicious on my tongue. I took the cockhead in my mouth as I massaged the shaft. Overcoming my gag reflex, I deep-throated Patti who screamed as she came in my mouth.

We feel asleep in each other’s arms.

 

The scent of coffee awakened me from a deep and peaceful sleep. Patti handed out a cup of freshly perched coffee.

As I sat in bed sipping the coffee, Patti opened the shades to a bright August morning. Her skinned seemed to glow from within as she smiled at me. She was so adorable. A white cotton nightie with a short pleated skirt and sailor collar that was edged in blue gave her an innocence that made me forget that she had a fully operational cock.

Patti straddled me and put my coffee on the night table. She bent forward and kissed me deeply. The outline of her cockhead through her white cotton panties added to her allure.

"Breakfast time. Shower." Patti led me to the adjacent bathroom. She yanked the nightie over her head. I dropped to my knees and kissed her deep navel. Kissing the hem of her panties, I nibbled her cock through the thin cotton.

"You are so, so greedy! Breakfast will be on the table soon."

We kissed under the shower in a soapy embrace as Patti lathered my genitals. As I soaped her back, she brought her tush against my groin and giggled as she rubbed against my now hard cock. She faced me as she took my cock in her hand. Squeezing and relaxing her hand over the shaft of my cock as massaged my balls sent my cum spurting across her belly. "Good thing we’re in the shower."

Patti teased me as we dried each other. "Nothing like a little exercise to work up an appetite for breakfast." Her laugh was the music of love.

We held hands as Patti walked me to the bus stop. She turned serious. "I know you’re wondering if I ‘m dressing as a girl all the time. Yes, I am. I went through high school as a girl so being a girl all the time is nothing new. What I feel for you is new and special. I just never had a boyfriend like you before. Someone I really love and could be open with. You’re not really queer for boys. But I’m so different that it’s not like I’m a boy at all."

"Patti, I love you. I want to be with you forever...no matter what you are. You’re the most beautiful and most talented girl I know. Can’t be anyone I want more than you."

She squeezed my hand in a silent expression of affection. "That’s great. Because I’m going to be a girl. Really!"

We had walked past the bus stop. An Episcopal church loomed ahead. "Come inside. That’s our church, Mommy’s and mine. The vicar knows. We talked with him. "

The coolness of the church was refreshing as was the spiritual aura as Patti led me to a pew near the back of the open chapel. Many churches kept a chapel open

twenty-four hours a day in that gentler era.

We sat close together as Patti explained sexual reassignment surgery to me. She had acted the role of a girl, of a daughter to save her mother from overwhelming depression. Now she would become a girl in fact!

"I was scared but I’m not in the least bit scared now...now that I know you’ll be with me."

"I want to be with you forever. Patti, I need you to be mine as I need to be yours. Marry me."

She nodded as she smiled through her tears.

We spent the two years of her real life test living in a small loft in what is now called Soho. I attended college using the tuition credits Lois so generously offered. Patti studied dance and performed in the chorus of a rather unknown classical ballet company.

Patti’s moods became extreme due to the hormone therapy. Often we lay nude on our bed, Patti’s tears salty on my lips as she pressed against me for reassurance. Bitter sweet moments have become sweet memories because they brought us closer together.

My mother’s engagement ring was reset in a classic Tiffany setting. I slipped it on Patti’s finger a week before the first operation.

 

Patti was even more radiantly beautiful following her surgery. She soon returned to dancing and became a featured ballerina.

The wedding took place in the same Episcopal church where I proposed.

You may wonder how these things play out. Patti is now a choreographer with her own dance company and her own dance school. It doesn’t pay a hell of a lot in money but my career in classical artist management brings in more than enough to allow Patti to be all she needs to be.

Our two adopted daughters have Patti’s auburn hair. And with their talent and training in dance everyone says how much like Patti they are. Those who don’t realize the girls are adopted tell us they really have their Patti’s genes. Little do they know!

 

A rather happy ending to a very odd beginning.

 

Mardee Louise Prynnne

MartiL340@aol.com

 

 

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