P A T T Y

by Paul Filho

 

Foreword

Most of the narratives in this site started with a standard disclaim: this is a work of fiction. To the ones read my story (providing the gentle reader has enough kindness and patience to go to its end…) I would add this is NOT a work of fiction. It really happened almost thirty years ago but is still so clear in my mind that I feel it is still going on. It is the story of two teenagers, whom destiny dealt odd fates. One with serious health problems and the other with the most difficult of the human problems to deal: the ambivalence. In a social context that privileges the strong and the ones who have their gender unquestionably shaped these two young souls had a tough challenge to face.

Although this took place thirty years ago I have tried to reproduce the dialogues as they were. The most important are exactly as written to provide a better understand of this wonderful life experience.

The author, February 2002

 

PAUL

I’m the youngest of three brothers. of a wealthy family. My grandfather established a foundry in the 1920’s. My father had a successful career in the stock market and never had any interest in his father's business and their relationship was never close. "The Baron", as people used to call my grandfather, was authoritarian and virtually friendless. Aging and with and without a family to take over the business he sold it to a multinational company in the mid 50’s moved to a new development some 80 miles away from the city.

This area in the mountains, some 4,000 feet above the sea level, bordered a huge lake and become a favorite spot for the rich. Ten years after his retirement grandpa died and my grandma decided to remain living there. It is still a quiet and very exclusive address as years ago all the surrounding was declared national forest. People have said that it was the rich and influential protecting themselves from newcomers if that is true it was an excellent means of protecting the rich sub-tropical vegetation that covered the whole area.

I was the youngest of three brothers, the oldest one a girl, a second was my brother Jerry then I. At the age of seven I was discovered to have a congenital heart disease: there was a leaking passage between the auricle and the ventricle. I spent the next nine years, until the age of fourteen, waiting to undergo surgery. It was the most boring time of my life. I wasn’t allowed to play with other children or to do any physical exercise, a driver and a maid took me to the school every day. I still remember enviously looking my cousins at playing and swimming in the lake while I had to remain seated on the bank.

Eventually the physicians decided it was the proper time for surgery. This was scheduled for the beginning of the summer vacation allowing me to return to school for the opening of classes. The surgery itself was a complete success and 15 days later I was ready to return home when complications set in. In routine examination iodine contrast was injected into my vein to check the blood flow through my heart. Inexplicably the surgeons forgot to test my reactions to iodine to which I was highly allergic! I almost died and was kept for 17 long days in an Intensive Care Unit with less than 15% changes of surviving. The physicians considered that it was a miracle that I survived. My recovery was very slow requiring another month in the hospital. After that began a long a painful remission period. I returned home requiring a nurse permanently beside my bed. Slowly my health improved but it was too late to return to school.

My parents were what we call today socialites, mom was always involved in this kind of futile activities such as parties and was always accompanying daddy in his frequent travels, specially their favorite spot Europe and taking care of a sickly son was not her favorite role. I was now in full remission and my parents and doctors agreed that I should spent the remainder of year with my grandma at her retreat by the lake. Mom of course pretended to be very concerned with my absence from her for such a long period but it was very difficult to her to disguise her unmistakable air of relief.

The first month was boring, as according to the medical plan I was only allowed short walks, always accompanied by the nurse. Soon with my heart fully functional and the great food prepared by grandma cooker I rapidly added several pounds to my usually skinny body.

Villa Arethusa (named after my Grandma) was the last but one house on a no-outlet gravel back road that meandered for a mile until the village. The houses were on the lake front, in the other side of the road started the woods covering a hill, at that time already protected as a environmental reserve. After the departure of the nurse, and following the doctor’s schedule, I daily increased my walking on the lakeshore. By now it was the off-season and most of all houses were closed. Only housekeepers and few retired people like my grandmother, were permanent residents.

I 'd walk to the end of shoreline, where at the end of the road a rocky formation invaded the water and this was Southern limit of the woods reserve. Some 300 feet from ours was very nice house, with a veranda and a tall brick wall surrounding it to protect it from passers by. The reason I would find later on.

Sometimes I'd see a young girl who appeared my own age sitting in a chair on the veranda, either reading or doing her homework. I could barely see her since there were many trees in their yard and the veranda was surround by a handrail.

I paid too little attention due to my health condition I always had been a very lonesome child. Most of my infancy and the first teen years I spent reading the books of my father’s vast library. All these factors made me a very shy and introverted persona and I enjoyed my own company. 

 

PATRICIA

One day I decided to go to the village to buy some magazines. The term village perhaps exaggerates its importance it was a dozen of houses just outside the highway junction. There was a gas station, a grocery store, a restaurant operated by a family of Austrians, a hardware shop and a small deli with a corner dedicated to sell newspapers and magazines and some other small business. The road was very picturesque framed by tall trees in both sides, the houses were build close to the lake and the owners had kept the trees in their backyards to isolate their properties from the external world.

I was walking down to the village when I saw someone riding a bike in the opposite direction. For the first time I saw my neighbor at a close distance.

"Hi, are you our neighbor isn’t?"

I silently nodded as she followed.

"I’m Patty, I use to see you walking every morning. Have you moved to Villa Arethusa?"

"Yes, just for some months. May I introduce myself, my name is Paul." She was pretty attractive, her skin sun tanned, her black hair combed to the back in a ponytail, and her long legs exposed under cutoff shorts and a very beautiful face. Her only noticeable imperfection was a small scar on the left corner of her mouth. She was as tall as I was and I found out later Patty was older than I was.

What immediately caught my attention was her voice. Usually teenage girls use to have a somewhat squeaky voice. Her was almost hoarse, too low-pitched for a girl at her age, something a tad undefined, a voice that could belong to either sex but it was very attractive.

"Are you going to the city?’ I almost laughed when I heard her calling the village a city but realized it would be impolite. -"Yes, I’m going to the newsstand."

"Wonderful, you mind if I walk along with you? The place belongs to my mom." I agreed, we walked together; she went holding her bike. In the few minutes it took to the bookshop she continually questioned me, and in my customary laconic way, I answered with monosyllables.

"Hi mom, I’m back. This is Paul, our new neighbor, he lives at Villa Arethusa."

I had already met her mother in a previous visit to the store. She was in her early-forties (forty-one, I would find later on) and a similar but different to her daughter. Patty had long black hair and her mother’s was dark brown, but they had the same oval face and generous mouth. She was a nice woman, with some wrinkles around the eyes and may be a few pounds over her ideal weight. At least by the standard set by my mother, a person obsessed by obesity.

She extended her hand with a smile. "Nice to meet you, I’m Stella Lopez."

"Nice to meet you Ms. Lopez’"

"Stella, please. Ms. Lopez sounds too formal, besides in a small place like this only old people is called Mr. or Ms." I picked some magazines and two ice-cream and head back home. Patty talked all the time, asking questions. I said good-bye and went home thinking about that beautiful girl. In the past of course, like any young boy I had fallen in love with several of my schoolmates. Pauline, a beautiful red hair girl, was my first passion, in my first year at school. Problem was that due to my heart problem and all the (excessive) care I was surrounded I never had the courage to approach Pauline or any other girl. It was as though I was on hold as life bloomed around me.

Next morning as I started my usual walk I looked towards her house I felt very happy to see Patty seated on the verandah. She waved to me, and that day I increased my walking hoping to see Patty on my return. To my relief she was there, leaning over the handrail. When I was close enough she ran in my direction. I was sweating, my face red with effort and she invited me to share a lemonade. We sat on the verandah and she began with another round of questions.

"So, you are moving to Villa Arethusa?"

"Not exactly, just till the end of this year."

"You will be attending the school here?"

"No, as a matter of fact I’m still recovering from surgery." She looked at me, surprise on her face.

"Surgery? I hope you are doing well."

All the sudden without reason .I found myself telling Patty my whole story. When I finished she looked into my eyes and asked with her hoarse voice.

"But it’s all OK now, isn’t?"

I assured her yes and we changed the subject. Conversely from my habits I start asking questions about her. Patty was fifteen, almost one year my senior. They have been living there since she was eight. Her father was a commercial pilot and died when his plane crashed in the Andean Mountains. Her mother decided to start a new live and bought the house from some relatives. With the amount from the insurance wisely invested and the profits from the shop they were able to have a comfortable life.

"Are you attending the school in the neighborhood?"

This was the first time I saw Patty embarrassed, her face redden noticeably and she mumbled:

"No my mother decided that is better study at home. The only decent school is some distance from here. My mom was a schoolteacher before we moved here. I’m enrolled in a US school, which specializes in children that cannot attend regular school. It’s good because I can improve my English skills and the all material is in English and I can help Mom with the deli." I noticed she wasn’t comfortable with the subject and quickly I changed to other.

Our chat extended until lunchtime and in spite of her invitation I decided to go back home. My grandmother was concerned with my unusually long absence and felt better after I explained what I was doing.

To my enjoyment Patty was waiting for me next morning and volunteered to accompany me. When we approached my home she invited me to follow the walk to the rocks. We climbed it and sat on top of the long boulder. After the boulder, in the protected area there was a curve that extended to another rocky point, smaller that the one where we sat. There was a very narrow walkway between the waterline and the woods, barely enough room for a person to walk along. -"After that rock there is a small and nice beach, mom and I used to go there sometimes."

"I don’t understand why going so far when you have a so nice beach at you own backyard." I said.

Patty giggled and answered: "Sometimes we like to sun bath naked, you understand we can’t do it here."

The idea of her naked on a desert beach was extremely exciting and for the first time in many months I felt my penis start growing beneath my shorts. "Better go back." I said trying to hide my embarrassment.

She was wearing leather-soled sandals and I helped her walk over the roc by holding her hand. It was a tender and warm and even when we were back on the sand she took sometime before releasing my hand. For a long time I could feel the tender touch of her skin in my palm. Back home I was under the shower and remembering her story about sunbathing naked my penis almost instantly was full erect. Once again, and may be for the first time after the surgery I felt the need of jerk off. After lunch, I tried to read on my room but with the windows opened I quickly fell asleep, the sound of the wind on the trees sounding like a lullaby

 

THE BORN OF AN ODD FEELING

Indeed I fell in love for that wonderful girl. But to my despair it was clear in my mind that a beautiful girl like her would never feel the same for a boy a year her junior. I remembered the disdain girls of her age used to feel for me. They used to call us fleas. They only had eyes for those over eighteen, the ones who could drive and take them for petting sessions in the rear seats of their cars in a dark corner or in the drive-ins. And I decided to avoid her! For the next days, I changed the schedule of my daily running. I checked from my window if Patty was there, if not, I 'd quickly sneak out.

One afternoon I was walking on the road in my way to the village when I heard the squelch of a bike tire behind me.

"Why are you avoiding me? What did I say to bother you in such a way?"

"I’m not avoiding you."

"Yes, you are!" She shouted back. "I don’t understand, we were, at least I supposed, good friends."

That was the problem! I wasn’t interested in being merely her good friend; my feelings for Patty went far beyond friendship, but how to explain it. "Sorry, I had been in a bad mood, I can’t explain why, I don’t know."

"Oh good, I was afraid you didn't like me." And coming close she planted a peck in my cheek. I had mixed feelings: it was good to be close to Patty again, but in the other hand it would be a torture.

Next day she was waiting for me nearby the bush’s fence that divided our properties, we walked and talked endlessly. As usual she was wearing her cutoffs and a tee shirt and I was trying to guess if she was wearing a bra or not. The two bumps underneath her tee shirt made me came to the conclusion she wasn’t … As we walked I casually rub my arm against hers; which made my whole body tingle. On the way back we sat in a bench under a tree that faced the hill.

"There is a astounding view from the top." She said as if reading my thoughts.

"Have you ever being there?"

"Oh yes, several times. Only don’t tell my mom, she says that it’s dangerous to go there alone, if you suffer an accident no one will ever find you. Would you like to go there?"

"It would be great, just don’t tell to my grandma, I don’t believe she would agree."

Next afternoon, after the lunch, she was waiting for me and had rucksack on her back.

"It’s a thermo with water, some fruit, a knife and a first-aid kit." She explained. There was a narrow path going up the hill. Patty was ahead so I could peer at her bum, swaying sensuously under the cutoffs. It was a pretty sight and once again my dick start to stiffen. I quickly inset a hand under my jeans and put it upside against my belly and pulled the tee shirt out of the pants.

Patty reduced the pace and after almost one-hour march we were both sweating and decided to stop and drink some water. Patty’s idea of bringing water was perfect, as I was feeling very thirsty. After a pause we were back marching uphill. Eventually we reached a tiny plateau. The view was breathtaking, extending to the horizon, up to a 100 miles. Below was the village the narrow stream that ran parallel, with small rocks protruding from the water creating long streams of foam, and the exuberant green coverage was really unforgettable. We stood silently for a long time at that picture of beauty. Patty, as usual, broke the silence offering some water and fruits. We were ready to start our descending when Patty said:

"Before we go I need to pee. Please turn around and don’t look." When I heard the sound of her urine I couldn’t resist and quickly turned around. Patty was squatted her wonderful bum fully exposed, a jet of urine flowing from between her thighs. I still stare for some moments and turn back to avoid being caught by my lovely friend. All that happenings just brought my passion for Patty to a boiling point.

A few days later Patty invited me to dine at her place. It was her mother 41st birthday, they usually celebrated by themselves but this time Patty convinced her mom to have me with them. In the beginning I refused but she was so insistent that I ended up agreeing. I was unsure of her mothers feelings towards me; she had always being very friendly but; I felt she was hiding something. Grandma ordered a nice bouquet of roses at the village; I put on gray pants, polo shirt and a blazer (this was my mom’s favorite dress for her sons) and I headed to Patty’s house. In the way I had the inspiration of taking one bud apart to offer to Patty.

"Thanks for the flowers, you are so sweet." Her mother said, pecking me on the check.

"Patty will be down in a minute." When I saw her my jaw virtually drop to the floor. She was wearing an orange pinkish mini-dress that fell down to the middle of her thighs, the gloss on the legs showed she was wearing sheer stockings. Two straps holding the front of the dress were buttoned at the nape of the neck leaving the rest of her back naked. The hair, usually combed in a ponytail was loose, falling down some inches below the shoulders. It had been carefully brushed and naturally shinning. A very light make up made her face more charming than usual, if it was possible. Completing the dressing she was wearing black suede slingback shoes, with a discreet 2 ¼ heels, not only proper to her age but as well doesn’t made her too much taller than I…

I bowed graciously and offered her the bud. She smiled astonished, for sure was the first time she ever had received a flower.

"Paul, I hope you like her, Patty has been dressing since five o’clock"

"Mom, don’t be silly!" Patty shouted, her face beet red.

The dinner was wonderful, her mother was so friendly and we talked about the most different subjects, but my eyes and heart were focused on Patty. It was difficult to take my eyes from that marvelous girl. I do believe that it was the ultimate test to the good condition of my heart. After dinner we stay together for sometime, I wanted to be alone with Patty but seemed her mother had no any intention of allowing it. Eventually she told us that the party was over and it was time to sleep since in the morning they had some traveling.

Patty accompanied me to the front door and as she was about to kiss on my cheek I turned my head and our lips touched. Astonished Patty moved her lips from mine and gently put a hand on my chest. During the short walk home I was in heaven. In that brief moment when our lips were together I had hope of love for that charming young lady.

The next day I left soon for my daily walking, looking at Patty’s house I noticed that all windows were shut. Trying not to think of my lovely girl, was terribly hard, the rest of the day was pure boredom. For the first time in the last month I took a nap after lunch and walked again at the afternoon. Instead of head to the shoreline as usual I decided to walk towards the village. There I noticed that Patty’s store was closed and I found out that the reason for going to the village was just to check if they had already arrived or not.

Another shower and a dinner with grandma; she complained I was much more quiet than the usual and wanted to know if I was bored and want to go back home. I assured that I had no any plans to return, I was enjoying the quietness of her home.

"Together with that nice girl in the neighborhood." Grandma added with a grin. I decided to ignore her irony and quickly changed the subject. I was afraid she could tell my parents I wasn’t enjoying my stay.

It was sometimes around 8:00PM when I looked through the window and saw the lights in Patty’s house. I was in the porch deciding if I should go there for a moment, even taking the risk of being intrusive when Patty showed up in her window and waved her hand. I did the same asking if it was OK to go there and she agreed.

We sat together in the bench at the verandah. Patty was wearing a short pearl satin nightgown that once seated exposed half of her beautiful thighs. It was spaghetti strapped and the lightness of the fabrics showed off her two nipples.

"How was your day?"

Patty them told me she went to see her physician and her mother had some payments and other stuff to make in the city.

"I missed you."

"I miss you too."

"Do you mind if I ask something? Why don’t you left your hair free like yesterday?" With a quick movement she released the ponytail and the hair fell down framing her beautiful face. My hand was wobbly when I placed the tip of my finger on her forehead and slowly moved it down to her face until I reached her mouth. She opened the lips and kissed my fingertip; I came closer and put my lips over hers. The shy lip touching changed to a crescendo and soon we were exchanging a passionate kiss. I felt hand touching my neck and I forced my tongue into her mouth with her acceptance. I slid one of my hands over her chest, feeling her soft breast beneath the cool satin fabric. We broke our kiss for the moment as I eased one spaghetti strap off her shoulder and arm exposing one of her breasts. It was small, the size of half an orange, crowned by a small nipple surrounded by an equally tiny areola. The lovely mound slightly moved front wards in the rhythm of her breath, sensuously pointing onto me.

She stared at me with a mix of sexiness and shyness as I lightly touched that small wonder. I moved closer and kissed the rosy nipple while her body shuddered and she tried to quiet her cries. My hand rested on her knee and I moved it towards her crotch. Her thigh was warm and the skin soft; I followed moving the hand, now under her nightie. When my fingers touched the hem of her panties she suddenly grabbed my hand moving it away briskly.

"No, you can’t do that" She said her voice at once angry and nervous as though she had just wakened from a trance to stop my advances. Without any other word she stood up and quickly moved inside home. Astonished I walked back home, my mind racing, trying to understand Patty's sudden change in behavior. Why did she allow me to touch and kiss her breasts, then reacted so strongly when I attempted more intimacy. Why hadn't she simply moved my hand away from her crease and let me continue playing with her breasts. I had little practical experience with girls, all I new about them were the tales my older brother told me how girls loved to have their boyfriends fondling their bodies, he even had an expression for it: finger fucking.

That night was pretty similar to one I had when my surgery was decided. My mother, with her innate inability to deal with the tough facts of life decided to tell the truth, e did it in such a way that I spent the whole night awoke, looking to the ceiling and trying to figure out how close death was from me. Eventually it was the downing when I fell asleep. Grandma wisely decided to don’t woke up me and it was around 10:00 AM when step out of my bed. I had already had taken a decision: I must talk to Patty, offer my apologies and clear the subject. 

 

UNVEILING A SECRET

I went to her house after a quick breakfast. The window of her room was open and I silently approached. She was seated in front of her desk writing something, surely her homework. As usual she looked lovely: her long hair partially hid her face, she was wearing a short baby doll top that left exposed her pretty ruffled panties.

"We … we need to talk." I said trying to hide my nervousness. She looked startled by my sudden presence but frightened I'd lose her I didn’t wait for her invitation and jumped into her room.

‘Patty, what happened yesterday? What did I do to push me away like that?’

‘Noth… nothing…’She mumbled.

'I can't accept that!"

‘It’s none of your business." She said.

Suddenly I felt annoyed. "Oh yes, it is my business. We have been developing a wonderful relationship and all of a sudden you push me away. Please you owe me an explanation. Is it because I’m younger than you, or due to the huge scar on my chest and my weak heart? If it is I'll ask my parents to take me back home."

"No please, don’t do that'’ She exclaimed. "You are a such a good friend, I couldn't bear it.’

"I can’t be your friend any more; it’s not enough for me! I want to more than just that." My voice quavered, "I'm sorry I'm not man enough for you. "

"No Paul, there’s nothing wrong with you! The problem is with me. "

"With you, I don't believe it!"

"No it is, please trust me."

"OK, but you must tell me?’

"Sorry, I can’t.’

"Why not? I've told you everything about myself. My life, my health problems"

‘But it’s different!’ Her voice trembling, she was in the verge of crying. I wanted to stop putting pressure on her, but I had to know.

"You must tell me. I know I will understand."

She breathed deeply, obviously debating whether go ahead. After an endless silence she said:

"OK, I will tell you the whole story, only I hope I don’t regret it later. I had a sister a lovely girl and my parents had decided that just a daughter was enough. When she was five she died of meningitis. Is easy to understand the despair of my parents, mostly my mother. So they decided to have another girl. The only detail is that … is that…’She looked to me in a mute appeal to stop.

‘Go ahead… you promised.’

From that moment she started to tell the story she became a narrator telling the story as if it had happened to someone else. Someone quite distant.

"Instead of another girl, it was a boy. I was bought up as a boy, and my story could have ended there if I had been normal, but since the first moments of my life I felt that there was something wrong with me: I hated boy's clothing, toys and everything that belonged to boys. I used to sit in the window of our living room watching my three neighbor girls playing with dolls. When we went to a children’s party I almost died of envy seeing their nice dresses. When I started showering by myself I used to wrap the towel around my body pretending it was a dress. My mother told me later that she noticed that there was something different in my behavior but in her grief for her lost daughter she never noticed it.

School was another torture: I hated their rough play, their games, my boy’s uniform, everything. I looked for excuses to avoid school. Since my mother worked I had the afternoons free and one of my favorite activities was to go through mom’s drawer of intimate apparel. Handling her panties and bras and dreaming that someday I'd have the opportunity to wear them. One day I decided to take a look in the attic and found a chest plenty of dresses and dolls that belonged to my sister. I was in heaven! Every day, after the maid had left I went to the attic to play with my treasure. In the beginning it was just the toys but one day I decided to experiment with one of her dresses. It was a little tight for me since at the time I was seven years old, but even so I felt so pleased that I decided to choose another one that fitted and took it to my room. Since them, every day I wore it until sometime before mom returned home.

On one occasion I was in my room wearing my favorite dress when suddenly mom returned. There had been a fire in the school and mom returned early! When I heard the door being unlocked I quickly removed the dress but it was too late. Before I could put it back in a case inside my wardrobe I saw mom standing in my open door. Of course it doesn’t take a second to mom figure out with was going on.

We had a long conversation and she encouraged me to tell the whole story. I decided to tell her everything including the shame I felt something that have been torturing me for as long as I could remember. Despite my doubts mom was supportive and sympathetic. She said that I should follow my instincts and what my heart have been dictating regardless the outside social pressures. She promised to help in any way it would be possible.

Following my confession a new tragedy beset our family. My father was killed in a plane crash in the Chilean Andes. My mother faced this challenge of destiny with great courage and we became closer, mom supported my feminine attitudes and she accepted me as her lost daughter. I remember once when she said:

‘ I think I should call you Patty, don’t you think that it fits better on you than Patrick?’ From that day on I became Patricia or Patty. We really were like mom and daughter, she slowly began buying me girls apparel. In the beginning were mostly panties but after that I received some girls dresses as well. We used to bath together I didn’t feel any attraction for her, I just desired to someday have the same body as she had.

The worst side of my life started when I stepped out of home. Rejected by the girls and disdained by the boys I was far happier inside our home. The last straw happened when I was eight, almost nine years old. The boys at school called me sissy, little queer and other unkind names. I was returning home one day from school when a few blocks from my house and three bullies stopped me and said they would give me a lesson. Suddenly they start spanking me; and one of them hit me hard in the face. This small scar in my mouth is its result. It would have been worse if a lady hadn’t come to my help. She chased them off, took me to her home and call mom at her school.

Luckily we had this retreat, this house belonged to some friends of my parents; in the past we had rent it for short periods and Mom came to the conclusion that this would be the perfect refuge for us. It was the ideal place to raise a son/daughter like me and with part of the money she received from my father's insurance she bought the house. What money remained is invested until I'm eighteen. Then I will be legally able to undergone a transgender surgery. Mom took me to her gynecologist and told him of my situation. He was very interested and sent me to a psychologist, they both came to the conclusion that I’m a very special case: I'm a real woman, in my mind, with a man’s appendix… Since seeing them I have been taking estrogen under supervision. That’s why once a month we went back to the city: I have appointments with both the gynecologist and psychologist

‘Well, that is my whole story; and it’s the first time I've told it to anyone else. Now that you know it I would like to apologize, for last night. I didn't intend to cheat you. Against my will everything became out of my control. I… I… I… really don’t know what happened. I had promised to myself to never get involved with someone until I had undergone the surgery and become a full woman. Please forgive me.’ Her last words were almost a whisper, her eyes moistening, as she lowered the face, her shoulders shaking.

 

 

DOES IT REALLY MATTER?

I was taken aback by her revelation and it was a challenge for my fourteen years old mind to hear that my much-loved girl was not exactly what I had expected. My family, are at least on the surface very traditional and conservative. Facing this challenge as a teenager, and lacking all the information and experiences that adult life brings, was quite a test. I can remember it took me more time to verbalize my feelings than to take the decision.

"Patty, please listen to me." She slowly raised her head, tears rolling down her beautiful face. With her saddened eyes she looked like an abandoned puppy. "Patty what you have just told me makes me respect you more. There’s nothing wrong with you; you are still the most beautiful girl I ever met!’

" Oh Paul really, are you telling the truth or trying to be kind?"

I didn’t answer, just wrapped my arms about her and kissed her. Her body stiffened but quickly I felt her loosen as she held it against me. She moaned when I slid a hand under her panties and grabbed her bottom. Then she pressed her body tightly against mine. We stay for a long time kissing passionately, both Patty’s arms were wrapped around my neck.

"Do you really love me?" I asked when we eventually broke our kiss.

"You don’t believe me?" She asked her beautiful eyes, still red from crying locked with mine.

"I want evidence."

"What do you mean?’

"I want see you naked" I could see her hesitate then she moved her hands pushing me gently from her. Without faltering she pulled the baby-doll top over her head. I hugged her closely and my hands went inside her panties as I tried to pull them down.

"Let’s go to the bed." She whispered, laying on her back and closing her eyes. I sat on the edge of the bed admiring young the splendor of her still blossoming beauty. The beautiful face, flushed by excitement, perfectly framed by the hair scattered over the pillow. The small lovely breasts rising in rhythm to her breathing, the slender waist and the flat belly gloriously crowned by a perfect navel. Few inches below the waistline the pale yellow panties interrupted the unrestricted view of that perfect body. Nothing like a bikini or something sexy, just unpretentious medium sized underwear like any teenager.

Her long and perfectly sculptured legs brought an end to my visual journey. Now, over the years I have seen and countless women’s bodies, but nothing has surpassed that moment.

"Patty, you are the most beautiful woman in the face of earth!" It was all I could say.

Trying to control my trembling hands I inserted fingers in both sides of her panties. Patty lifted her bottom from the mattress allowing me to pull down the last obstacle to her nakedness. At last her crotch was fully exposed. Like her breasts her lower stomach was fully tanned, evidently from her naked sunbathing. A small triangle of short trimmed black hair cradled Patty’s ultimate secret: a small penis, the size of my pinky finger. Beneath it an equally small sack that barely could be seen, hidden by her locked thighs.

"Are you sure you haven’t changed your mind?" Patty whispered.

My answer was to lean over and place a light pecks on her soft appendix. Quickly I removed my clothes and lay by her side.

"Please hug me." Patty said.

I drew her against my body and we passionately kissed each other. My penis was rock hard and I felt Patty take it in her hand and lightly squeeze me. I rolled over my girlfriend feeling her warm arms around my neck and our lips locked. I begun to move my hips up and down, rubbing myself against Patty’s belly. She responded by sensuously swaying her hips. I was very excited; in spite of what we did in the last night I hadn't masturbated so didn’t take much for me to ejaculate over my adorable girlfriend’s belly. We were both exhausted, heavily and I rolled to her side. When I leant on my elbow to see her better, Patty suddenly covered her crotch with both hands.

"Hey, don't be mean. I want to see your entire body, there’s nothing wrong with it, absolutely nothing to be shy about.’ I said removing her hands from her belly and alternating kisses on her lips and breasts. She sat in the bed and looked at her stomach covered by my sperm, then placed a finger over my cream and brought it to her mouth, tasting it with the tip of her tongue. She seemed to like it since he repeated it again, collecting as much cream as she could, now with two fingers and taking them to her mouth.

"Do you like it?"

"Oh yes! It’s an exquisite taste, salty…’ She did it several times then glancing at her watch she jumped from the bed. "It’s almost noon, and Mom will be here for lunch. I must have a shower…’ She rushed to the bathroom, I was thinking of following her but I came to the conclusion it wouldn’t be good if her mom found us bathing together.

Few minutes she came back wearing white cotton pants and a towel wrapped in the head. She brought a moist terry cloth and carefully cleaned my penis and belly. We exchanged some kisses and I rushed back home. Needless to say that was the happiest day of my life. I felt like in heaven, so proud of my lovely girlfriend. After lunch I had a brief nap and was ready for my daily walk. It was wonderful thinking about that glorious morning. .

 

A QUICK BREAK AND SOME BACKGROUND

I do believe that important to make a short break to give some of own background. Till the age of fourteen I never had a girlfriend or had become involved in any sexual experience accept masturbation. I had a strong theoretical knowledge. I had disregarded my brother's sexual adventures, which I’m sure were mostly exercises of imagination and bragging. I had found my own source treasure, a virtual treasure: since I wasn’t allowed any physical activity I spend most of my free time reading in my parent's library. We had a room, with three walls covered by shelves packed with thousands of books, most inherited from my grandfather, a real bookworm. At one time searching through the books, I was attracted by the wonderful leather bindings; I removed some from a high shelf and noticed that there was a second layer of books behind. Curious I removed some of them and found they were all erotic or pornographic books, some of them profusely illustrated with photos. Of course most of them didn't a date of printing but judging by photos they seemed to be from the 1930’s and 40’s. I had three favorites: D.H. Lawrence’s Lady Chatterley’s Lover, Guillaume Appolinaire’s The Adventures of a Young Don Juan and the third one was named The Vice Bridge, from a certain Albert Pawill (of course a non de plume). The last one was my favorite since it described with detail all kinds of so called perversions, most I found in my adult life that were ‘joyful activities’ rather than perversions… Appolinaire’s book was an apology to incest, where the young male character, pretty much the same age as I was at that time and that had enjoyed his sister, cousin and aunt and got all them pregnant. He was some sort of model for me and I enviously dreamed of living the same situations.

I also had the unique opportunity to watch an unforgettable event. In my school there was a boy, about one year my junior who was extraordinarily beautiful. With an angel's face, blue eyes and a long slightly curly blond hair.

Once I was at the gymnasium watching two of my friends play tennis. When a lob threw the ball over the back wall into a storeroom for materials used in the gymnasium. I was looking for the ball when the outside door was opened. Quickly the beautiful boy and another boy, older, maybe seventeen sneaked into the room and moved to behind a stack of mattresses used for wrestling. It seemed odd and I decided to find out what was going on. Unobserved I hid behind some furniture.

"You brought the money?" The blonde boy asked. Without a word the older guy pulled some bills from his pocket. "ÓK, and what do you want?’ The older guy was still reluctant, indeed the young guy had absolute control on the situation. He quickly removed all his clothes but his sneakers, knelt down in front of the other guy and open the fly exposing his semi-hard dick. Without hesitation he took the penis in his mouth and starting bobbing. It didn’t take long to reach full erection.

"It’s enough, turn around." These were the first words the older guy pronounced. The blonde boy obeyed, leaning over a stack of cushions raising his buttocks sensuously.

"Slowly or you going hurt me! The blonde boy exhaled.

‘C’mon, we are used to be fucked by X.’ (another guy the name I can remember)

‘Yes, but he's not thick as you." The older guy paid no to the appeal and began wildly pumping the boy’s ass. It didn't take long for him to choke a grunt and making a last and violent thrust, remaining steady for sometime. Quickly he put the dick inside the pants and without a word hastily left the place.

The other guy stayed there, bent forward over the cushions. Slowly he stood up then squatted and opened the ass checks with the hand. Forcing his entrails to expel the semen. After that he used some sheets of paper tissue, wiped his bum, and the puddle in the floor. Then quickly dressed and sneaked out. The guy was indeed a professional despite of the tender age! The whole action didn’t take more than five minutes and I went back explaining that was hard to find the ball.

 

PATTY MY LOVELY GIRLFRIEND

I hastily eat my dinner and rushed back to Patty’s place. Her mother was preparing the dinner in the kitchen.

"Patty, Paul, he is here." she shouted. It took her some minutes to show up. Instead of her usual shorts, tee shirt and walking shoes, Patty was wearing a light sleeveless summer dress and a flat strapped sandals on her lips was a softly pink lipstick. Even dressed in shorts and tee shirt she was extremely feminine, but in this simple dress she was the perfect image of a sensual teenager, the kind that would make the most virtuous man turn his head and drool.

Her mother looked at her with indulgence making no comment. I politely declined the invitation for dinner and we all happily chatted during dinner despite my impatience to be alone with Patty as soon as possible. After the dinner Patty volunteered to help her mother with dishwashing.

"No dear, I'll do them. After I finish I’m going to read in my room. If Paul is staying longer don’t forget to lock the doors before going to sleep."

Well, it certainly seemed we had a green light from Ms. Lopez, so we went out onto the verandah to sit on the same bench we had used the night before. I took a deep breath of her hair intoxicated by lavender scent that emanated from her body.

"How do you like my dress? I put it on for you."

"I loved it; and you are so lovely. Do you still want to be my girlfriend?"

"More than ever. You can't imagine how worried I was this morning, I was certain after finding out my secret you would never ever look at me again."

"Is your mother aware that I know?"

"Oh yes, yesterday after I came home we had a long talk. She said that it was best to tell you the truth. We had gone too far to separate without an explanation. It was my mistake to become so involved before I was aware how serious we had become."

There was no need for further talk and we began a passionate kissing. My hand slithered down her top and found her soft breast. She moaned and turned towards me.

"Take off your panties.’ I whispered. Without hesitation she slid the hands under the dress and peeled them off.

"Put these in your pocket, it would be very embarrassing if mom saw my panties on the floor."

I opened my fly and pulled my penis out and she eagerly grabbed it. I start kissing again and I slid my hand over her knee and moved it slowly her thigh, knowing I'd meet no opposition. It was wonderful to feel my hand sliding over her bare thigh and I continued until I reached her crotch. Without hesitation I placed my hand over her small penis. Unlike my rock hard one, hers was semi-erect (she told me it was due to the hormones she had been taking since she was nine.). Her hand massaged me while I played with hers and we passionately kissed.

"Oh Patty, Patty I’m going to cum."

"Wait, wait, give me my panties."

I didn’t understand but frantically gave her the panties. She quickly wrapped the bottom of the panties over my member.

"OK, now you can cum." She bobbed my pole swiftly until I felt my balls shrank and them explode in a strain of cum into her panties.

‘Why you did that?’ I was supposing she was afraid of my spunk splash over her dress. She giggled and answered:

‘I had one idea I want to have your cream close to me when I go to bed." We stayed there together for a long time caressing and kissing.

It was getting late and time to go. I wanted to avoid Grandma complaining about my hours. She was very worried about my health, even after the last checkup had shown it had vastly improved. Patty’s mom on the other hand was the same when it came to her daughter’s studies. While I had free time Stella kept a close watch on my girlfriend, making sure she dedicated the morning or afternoon to her lessons and homework.

"Why don’t we go to the beach tomorrow? You can study in the afternoon."

"That's a good idea, I’ll prepare some sandwiches and drinks and we go to the beach I mentioned, the one I go sometimes go with mom."

Her grin was an unmistakable promise of wonderful moments and I indeed agreed without hesitation.

Alone in my bed I thought of the extraordinary experience I had had in the last forty-eight hours. I never had any homosexual impulse or wanted to have sex with another boy. Even though it is widespread among the preteens I knew. But now I felt differently, I could never think of Patty as a boy, to me she was in every measure a girl, despite her small anatomic detail. Besides I didn’t give a damn, I had fall deeply in love with her! With the face of my sweet girlfriend in my brain I calmly fell asleep.  

 

 

GOING FURTHER DOWN

Following breakfast I went to see Patty. She was waiting for me all ready for our picnic, everything was packed in her backpack. I put in on my shoulder and we headed to the hidden beach. There was a narrow trail about three feet wide, between the water line and the beginning of the vegetation. The bushes were dense, so close together that it was very difficult walking straight to the top of knoll we had been some days before.

After a mile we reached the other rock formation, this was smaller than the one at the beginning. There was no other way to climb the rock or go through the woods and eventually we entered the second beach. It was quite small, no more than three hundred feet, with a semi-elliptical shape. There, right after the trail there was a small area of bare ground, just large enough to stretch out some towels.

"How did you find this place?"

"Mom and a friend once were riding a boat and found it’ She explained. After stretching the towels Patty said with a grim smile:

"There’s is no need for clothes, at least during the working days."

Immediately removing her tee shirt. The cut-offs and the panties followed. Stark naked she lay on the towel and I followed her example. Immediately Patty hugged me and we start kissing. In the beginning we merely touched lips before passionately French kissing. She rolled on to me and begun to press and rub her crotch against mine in circular movements. It was wonderful to feel her small breasts pressing against my chest while we exchanged kisses. I grabbed her delicious bottom and pulled her lower body against mine. It didn’t take long too lose control and I ejaculated all over her stomach. She stayed with me, aroused and panting until she rolled to my side. After looking at me for sometime she came close to my belly and begun to lick my skin!

"It’s so delicious, it's salty."

After some foreplay we decided to swim a little. Patty was a very good swimmer and we played together for hours, out of the sun the water was cool so I decided to go back to the towel. Patty remained for some moments more then joined me. Seeing her emerge from the water like Venus I asked myself how could nature make such a stupid mistake. Patty had developed a habit: as she sat of quickly pushing her penis between her legs and when closed she became to all intents a full woman.

She had the eyes shut; I came close and lightly kissed her on the lips.

"Are you happy with me?" She whispered.

"Oh yes! I’m the luckiest man in the earth, and how about you?"

"Me too. Before you showed up I didn't want to meet a man until after surgery but meeting you changed all my plans. However I still feel apprehensive, I worry that you may still find it difficult to accept that your girlfriend is still partly a boy. I had similar worries when I was eight years old, before I told my Mom. I wasn’t sure then whether I was a boy or a girl. I knew I had a girl’s soul, but I was in a boy’s body. It is so confusing, this duality and after all boys are expected to love real girls."

"You are the girl I love and I’m fully satisfied in the way you are."

"Please let me know if your feelings change or I can’t fully satisfy you as a girl, please I must know."

"You don’t need to worry Patty, believe me. I don't recognize you as a boy, because you are a girl. A beautiful girl, the most beautiful one I've seen. The fact you have something extra, doesn’t make you less a girl."

Nowadays is easy to understand Patty’s lack of confidence, I would find out later I had been her first date and she had many doubts during her search for an identity. So her reluctance to accept her femininity was understandable.

During our chat she had turned lying on her stomach, her face nested between her arms. I enjoyed that wonderful view as I sat by her. It was another unforgettable sight! The moistened hairs still pulled back into a ponytail, a few water drops sliding down it onto her back. The fluid lines of her shoulders, the upper back tapering down in a tiny waistline before gently widened into two perfect spheres that seemed to be the masterpiece of a master sculptor. Her legs were slightly muscular but quite feminine and her skin was the same lightly tanned shade from the nape of the neck to the feet.

Enthralled by her marvelous bottom I decided to see it closer and placed a peck on the mound. Patty giggled and I repeated the kiss on the other mound. Carefully I put one hand on each globe and gently eased them apart exposing her rosette, surrounded by a slightly protruding pink puckered ring (I would learn later that the pink color in the anus, labia and nipples is an attribute of the teen years. After the age of twenty these pieces of anatomy turn into a brownish color). Almost drunk with her beauty I decided to pay homage; coming close I placed my fingertip on Patty’s rosette. She gave a deep moan, and her body shuddered as if hit by an electric shock and goose bumps covered her whole skin. I tried again this time pressing my tongue against her ring and I felt her raising it into my face.

"Oh that's so good"

She moaned her face buried in her arms. It was so delicious to lick and tongue her small pucker whilst my lovely girl sighed and swayed her luscious bottom. After a long session using my tongue I decided to go one step further. Straddling her thighs I smeared saliva over my penis and directed the tip of my tool against her rosette. The first attempt slithered over her crack, I pointed myself against her anus a second time and resolutely forced my way into her bum.

"Yow," Patty screamed in agony as I felt the glans puncture her sphincter. Then the tip of my penis was in her rectum and I felt the shaft being squeezed in tightly by her ring. We were both newcomers in the exciting art of anal sex. She was panting heavily looking to be in great pain.

"You want me to stop."

"No! No! Go ahead, I want to feel you all the way inside."

She was panting and I pushed harder feeling my penis sliding bit by bit into her rectum. Slowly, afraid of causing more pain to my sweet love I begun to orgasm. In spite of having cum not long before I felt that burning sensation in my sack, surging from my balls all the way to the tip of my penis and spurting my sperm deep inside her. I remained inside her until my penis softened. When she leaned on her elbow looking at me and I heard a long loud fart, like a cry of protest for the brutal invasion.

"Pardon me." She murmured her face beet red. I hugged her and gave her a passionate kiss.

"It was your first time?’ She nodded shyly.

"For me too.’

We stayed there until noon before returning home. I was showering when I felt a burning sensation on my back. In the mirror my skin was at the color of a boiled lobster, unlike Patty I wasn’t used to the sun and my back and buttocks were paying the price for my careless. Grandma of course was very upset and said I needed to stay in my room lying on my belly.

That night despite Grandma's reluctance I convinced her to let me see Patty for a short time, she was even concerned that the moonlight on my skin would cause pain! Wearing shorts and a loose unbuttoned shirt I headed to my sweetheart's home. When her mother saw m condition she gave Patty almond oil and she carefully applied it to my back. As usual after greeting us her mother let us alone and taking her hand we went to her room. .

" How do you feel?" I said.

"Much better now, but it did hurt a lot, even when I pooped it was very painful. You really popped my sherry, when I got home I noticed that there were several blood spots in the bottom of my panties…’

"Sorry sweetie, I didn’t have the intention of hurt you." I said hugging her.

"No problem, but Mom said that we should have used Vaseline."

"Patty! Are you crazy? You told this to your mom? Oh my God!’

"Paul, above all my mother is my mentor and my best friend. We don’t keep secrets from each other. When I begun to get interested on you in a different way I made the blunder of not telling her about my feelings for you. When I eventually decided to tell her all about us she was very supportive and gave me good advise. You don’t need to worry believe me.’

"OK, I hope it works."

"I'm sure that it will be fine for us, besides I feel much more comfortable with her support."

"Let me check it."

She was reluctant for a moment but then moved closer to the wall and with a quickly lowered her jeans and panties. She leaned forward and with both hands opened her cheeks exposing her rosebud, it glistened with ointment and was quite reddish instead of the usual pink color.

I went back home and had a sleepless night. Every time I moved I woke up with a burning sensation. 

 

SEXUAL ADVENTURES

After my first experience with anal sex I went back to my hometown for a final on my heart conditions. It was the first friction between us as sweethearts. It became clear later on that it was her insecurity in relation to our love affair. It is clear now that she believed that once back in my natural environment I would question my feelings for her. I tried to explain that it would be only two days but she remained firm almost stubborn. At times she'd burst into tears and rush to her room slamming the door. Her mother heard the last moments of our argument and called me aside.

"Paul you don’t need to worry I will fix it. Please understand, Patricia is very sensitive and suffered so much in the very early part of her life with the loss of the father and her duality Since we had our first conversation on the subject I made a point: she would start her live after undergoing the surgery. It is just possible after she is eighteen years old and not here in our country (for many years transgender surgery was not allowed in my country. Even now change gender is not legal). You opened a new world to Patty and she is enjoying it. What she really fears is losing you. Don’t worry, let me work on solve the problem."

Grandma and I left home early the next morning. The driver picked us up a drove us to the city. I went straight to the clinic and spent the whole day undergoing all kind of examinations. At the end there was great news, I could start a new and normal life without any restrictions. That night we had a small family celebration and my father asked me if I wanted to return home. I politely declined, it was too late to resume school and I was felt comfortable with Grandma. My parents sought her opinion and she strongly backed me. My mother wordlessly supported my decision, she and father were off on another trip to Europe. She was excited about spending some days with my sister who was living in Paris for the year attending art classes.

Next day, early in the morning I sneaked in my father’s library and "borrowed" the book "The Bridge for the vice". I had mentioned it to Patricia and she seemed very interested in reading it. After the breakfast I went to a shopping mall using my monthly allowance and some money given by Grandma. A helpful young saleswoman assembled a collection of bra and panties of several different colors. They were quite different from her usual full cotton ones, these were very feminine and girlish bikini briefs. Two small triangles linked by a tiny elastic strap band made of silk like fabric. The bras matched the panties in colors for teenagers. The lower half of the cup was in the same silky fabric as the panties and the upper piece was in a delicate lacy fabric.

I also bought a very nice mini-dress. It was black cotton jersey with tiny shoulder straps and that left her back naked down to below her shoulder blades but the font was quite modest. To my relief (and I'm sure my mothers.) by the end of the afternoon we were traveling back to Villa Arethusa. My mother, made several subtle comments about the nicely gift-wrap packages, but I became vague with my answers together with Grandma who thought it was my own private business.

It was after 8:00 PM when we eventually stepped out of car. I barely waited for the maid open the door and was ready to rush to Patty’s house when grandma said:

"Take it easy young man, she will not run away have your dinner first" Doing my best to show some nonchalance I patiently eat my dinner and after the dessert I grab my packs and rushed to see my love.

Her mother was alone in the living room and her open smile put me on ease. She really had controlled the situation.

"Patty, Paul is here!"

Seconds later she showed up in the hallway, looking at me with a face that was on the verge of tears. I put the boxes over a coach and walked towards her and hold her hands.

"Well, as you see I’m back to you.’ It was all I could say at the moment.

"Please forgive me. I’m so stupid I thought this morning I'd never see you again." She mumbled

"You are a silly girl but I love you so much." I didn’t give chance to her to answer as I covered her mouth with passionate kisses. Her reaction of inserting her tongue into my mouth sent my blood racing.

We sat on the couch as she opened the boxes. She was so happy almost dumbfounded as she saw the collection of panties and bras. Her shouts of glee and surprise brought her mother that came back into the room and I was at first worried and embarrassed, afraid of her mother’s reaction of such intimate gifts to her young daughter Thank goodness her reaction what I hoped, congratulating me for my good taste. Patty simply loved the black mini-dress, she even want to put it on for me to see.

"I have a better idea.’ Her mother said. ‘Lets us have a celebration for our Romeo and Juliet tomorrow with a dinner in the city. There's no better way to wear this dress for the first time.

After that we talked about my health condition and the good news. To avoid further worries for Patty I assured that I would be staying there until the beginning of the next school year. It was getting late and it was time to go back home, when her mother had left the living room I quickly passed to Patty the book I had brought still hidden inside the envelope.

Next day I woke up late and checking Patty’s house I found her window shut. It was not the usual since she used to wake up early in the morning. Another barely engulfed breakfast and rushed to Patty. After knocking her window for a long time I heard her sleepy voice saying that she was going to open the door.

"Hey! Still sleeping?" She opened the door wearing one of her lovely baby-dolls, short enough to let her derriere, clad in cotton panties, half-exposed.

"Last night after you left I decided to read the book. Oh boy it was so good, I couldn’t put it down! It was dawn before I fell asleep."

I'd been nervous when I'd given it to her. The book was two hundred pages packed with all kind of so called sexual 'perversions' if you and it had certainly caught Patty’s attention.

I put my arms around her waist and we kissed passionately. She quickly locked the door and taking my wrist dragged me to her room. The wooden venetian blinds were shut and the only dim light came from the hall. She pushed to her bed frantically removing my shirt and shorts. Her eyes were glowing in like an animal in the heat. Her behavior was unusual, Patty always waited for me to take the initiative she loved to be caressed or get involved in sexual games but this was different.

"There was one thing one of the woman did throughout the whole book that turned me crazy." She whispered while her head was diving towards my crotch.

I felt her warm mouth enveloping my penis, her head start bobbing on my crotch. The feeling was delicious despite Patty’s inexperience, she was following the book's instruction since she had managed to fully insert my tool into her mouth I could feel a burning starting in my balls that was growing to reach earthquake proportions as I exploded my semen into Patty’s mouth. She gagged but didn’t lose a drop of my sap drinking it all and sucking my penis to clean it of any remains. I slid my body alongside hers and we stayed together in silence just softly hugging each other.

"My god, it was so good.’ Patty said breaking the silence. She was still panting." And how did you like it?"

" Wonderful it was so wonderful."

She squeezed my fingers. "I'm so glad, I was afraid you wouldn’t enjoy it."

"Patty, I just love everything you do, no matter what it is." She nested her warm body on mine and was soon sleeping again. I stayed there until just before her mother returned used for lunch, then sneaked back to my home.

At night I dressed as formally as a fourteen-year-old boy could and went to meet Patty and her mother. My girlfriend was splendid in her new black mini-dress, low-heeled strap shoes and her beautiful jet-black hair loosely falling over her shoulders. The hem barely reached the middle of her thighs showing off her perfect golden tanned legs. Her light make-up made her a charming combination of teen-ager and young adult woman.

The restaurant was one of the few houses in the village, facing a stream that snaked from the mountains. A set of strategically placed light spots illuminated the waters and the boulders that emerging from stream's bottom. When we stepped down the stairs to the restaurant, with Stella leading us I whispered in her ear:

"Which color?"

"Which color what?"

‘The panties and bra."

"You will know later."

Being a weekday the place was almost empty only another three couples populated the small dining salon. We picked a table faraway from the others, facing the river.

The dinner was excellent, Stella ordered her wine and soft drinks for us. The other diners had arrived earlier and soon we were the only clients. Patty, her face a picture of innocence was furtively stroking my leg and gently squeezing my penis. It felt so erotic but I was concerned with my appearance when I had to stand to leave. Just before we left she excused herself and went to the restroom. It was located just behind us, a small hall with a basin and the doors for men and women. Stella was sitting with her back to the restrooms so she couldn’t see Patty. Patty opened the door and when she was certain her mother couldn't see her raised her skirt and exposing her bare bottom. She wasn’t wearing any underwear!

As we walked back to the car Patty put her arm about my neck, I hugged her as we exchanged kisses. It was the first time we had done so in front of Stella who seemed happy to see her daughter cuddling. At home Stella said she needed a coffee and went to kitchen to fix it. Patty rushed to her room returning a few moments later.

As we sipped coffee Stella noticed we want to be by ourselves said: "Well, the wine was great and is taking his toll. I’m going bed, my girl needs her sleep so please don’t keep up too long." She gently kissed me in the cheek and went to her room.

We chatted for a while then Patty put a finger to her lips then carefully tiptoed down the hallway before returning few moments later.

"It’s all clear, all lights in her room are off." Immediately the desire in Patty ignited, and I set in the settee and she sat in my lap kissing me with a new for me passion.

"Do you like surprises?’ She didn’t wait for the answer before kissing me again. "I want to feel you inside me again." She whispered in my ear and unmistakably signaled where she wants it, as she pulled her skirt to her waist.

" We'll need lubricant." I said.

"Too late, I've already put some."

Indeed the book had awakened such passions within my sweetheart! She opened my fly and stood in front of me. Bending her knee she lowered her body towards my crotch, then taking my tool she aimed it at her rosette until the glans touched her rosebud. Pressing her body downwards her sphincters stretched allowing my knob inside her passage. Patty softly sighed, and then little by little lowered her bottom until my shaft was deeply buried inside her.

"Fondle me. Play with my tits." She growled tigerishly, rolling down the upper part of the dress. Covering her body was a narrow stripe of black fabric over her belly. She pushed her bottom backwards towards me sensuously moving her hips, grinding her buttocks against my lower belly. I grabbed both breasts playing with the nipples. She was becoming more and more vocal, moaning louder and certain moment she placed both hands over the news and started banging her butt harder and harder on my pole.

It was thrilling sodomizing her only a few steps from her mother and the risk of being caught added an excitement to what we were doing. As my excitement increased I slid a hand down and tried to hold her small penis that for the first time felt rock hard. She immediately took my hand and put it back over her breast. She was synchronizing the movement of her body with sensuous contractions of her anal ring bringing unbearable pleasure to our lovemaking.

I could no longer contain myself and filled her with a hot load of cream. She laid down over me and we french kissed as our heartbeat slowly returned to normal. I felt myself shrinking inside her until it was slid from her rosette and the tigress became a shy kitten trying to hide her face in my chest. I stayed with that wonderful naked nymph in my lap exchanging kisses and caresses. Eventually, she stood up shook out her dress and accompanied me to the door.

From that day on we usually spent our mornings or afternoon in her room, anal sex became part of our daily sessions. One of our favorite stances was for me to lie on my back and Patty to straddle my crotch facing me with my penis buried in her rectum. Slowly she'd stretch over me and to all appearances I was having her in her pussy. Another variation of was for Patty to lie on the edge of the mattress with her legs apart and knees bent and I'd invade her rosebud.

One day after we had oral sex and I had feed Patty with what she called her daily ration of milk cream she hug me and said in a somber voice:

"I would like so much to have a pussy so you could kiss me down there." Instinctively I laid Patty over the mattress and kissed her small well-shaped tits and begun to go down, kissing her belly.

"Oh no Paul, please no! I didn’t mean it!’ She tried to hold my head but I firmly seized her by the wrists and forced my head to her crotch.

"No, Paul, no!"

She feebly mumbled but at once all her opposition cease as I come closer and closer. Her small penis was limply flaccid as I took it in my fingers and carefully examined this incongruous appendix to her female body. Looking closer it was even smaller; her sack was tiny, barely showing her testicles. I learnt later this was a sign of androgyny, the testicles never came fully out of the inner body. A teenage androgynous boy has testicles the same size as a baby, the ultimate difference between an androgyne and a transvestite.

With a quick push I forced the foreskin back Patty gave a deep sigh of pain. The glans was minuscule, pink and smooth, I pushed it against her body and it looked like clitoris. I couldn’t contain my feelings and took that little jewel in my mouth. Another moan, this time unmistakably one of pleasure. I played at it with my tongue rolling the penis inside my mouth and massaged it with my tongue. Slowly it grew with my caresses but even at full length it was barely the size of my little finger. I continued to suck and caress it, eventually Patty begun to shake, and opening her legs wide, she gave a small scream and I felt her spurt a small amount of exquisite liquid into my mouth.

After cumming she became steady the eyes closed, only her breasts moving in rhythm with her breath. She had fainted with excitement and slowly she opened the eyes:

"It is the first time it has happened to me." She whispered and closed the eyes again. I cradled her body in my arms. We were silent, hugging each other for what seemed an eternity.

 

FIRST NIGHT

One afternoon I went to Stella’s store to buy some magazines. It was a quiet day; no customers around and we had a long conversation.

"Paul, I 'm very grateful to you. Before you arrived Patty was like a little animal scared of everybody, and afraid of being hurt again. When I decided to live here it was my plan to put her into a school. However it would not have worked as she avoids all contact with people; the psychologist recommended this school that deals with children in isolated places or living in boats, sailing across the world. She was so afraid of going back to school that she put all her efforts in the lessons.

Patty couldn’t accept herself as a full woman; she had no confidence in her ability to be one. Thanks to you it's different you can’t even imagine how happy she was the first time you were intimate. I had seen my daughter so happy before, but you must never tell her that I’ve told you."

I felt uncomfortable that Patty had told Stella what we had being doing, particularly anal sex.

Few days later my grandma needed to go to our home for a day and wanted to take me with her. I told Patty and asked if her mother would let me sleep at her place to avoid being apart. Stella agreed promptly and despite Grandma’s reluctance managed to convince her.

I spent that afternoon alone while Patty worked on her lessons. I was there for dinner with underwear in a duffel bag. After dinner Patty and I did the dishwashing and we sat together for a chat in the family room. Like sweethearts Patty and I, holding hands, sat on a settee with Stella on the other across us. We talked until late in the night, eventually Stella said it was time to go bed. Patty volunteered to help make a bed for me and was surprised when Stella said:

"Listen kids, I know that this is a unique opportunity to both of you to stay together. I’m sure this is what you were dreaming about and I won’t stand in your way."

When we both recovered from astonishment Patty was holding her mother kissing both cheeks while I tried to hide my embarrassment.

"Close your eyes and only open them when I tell you." Patty said.

I did as I was told, but I could hear Patty frantically opening boxes in the wardrobe before rushing out of the room.

I sat in bed and waited for a very long time. I heard Patty and her mother exchanged few words, the sound of the shower running and after the sound of a hair dryer. Eventually Patty came back to her room. She was wearing a knee length transparent nightgown and beneath it one of the small panties I had given her. Her hair was loose, the sides uncovering the ears and held in place by two pins. Her makeup was light with a pale lipstick she skipped in and sat on my lap.

"It’s our first night together, I wanted to make myself beautiful for you." She said kissing me lightly on the lips. We spent an age time kissing each other while I massaged her small breasts beneath the tiny nylon fabrics. We weren’t in a hurry, for the first time we had all night. Eventually she removed her nightgown and lay face down on the bed. The small bikini partially engulfed by her crack covered her marvelous bottom. At last I removed that last barrier to that wonderful sight.

"The Vaseline is my make-up box." She whispered.

Patty was exuding a level of sensuality that I had not seen before; she was like a young courtesan and began kissing every square inch of my body. Her action was completely erotic and was enough to drive me crazy. She rotated my body until I was facing her crotch, it was unusual because usually she didn't like oral sex, but that night she enthusiastically embraced sixty-nine. It felt wonderful to move my tongue from her tiny penis to her pink rosette, slowly roaming with my tongue over the delicate skin between the two. Her whole body shook each time I darted my tongue into her hole, inserting my tongue deep inside her. Suddenly I was under an uncontrollable feeling from my balls as a powerful volcanic eruption, jetted through my penis and exploded inside her warm mouth. As usual she eagerly drank it to the last drop.

We hugged and kissed, and tenderly slithered my hand over body. It was exciting for both us, as I slowly kissed her whole body. That night I decided to do it perfectly, I began by kissing her lips then her small breasts. Despite their small size they were firm and her nipples were rock hard. After playing for a long time with both mounds I went down to her flat belly and its small delicate navel. I licked and sucked the small button until satiated, then completed my pilgrimage over her perfect body. Continuing down I reached the triangle of silky black hair, the perfect nest for her small female incongruence. I briefly kissed the appendix and continued down over her thighs. Her skin was tender and firm in the manner of teenagers, covered by a light and almost imperceptible down. Like a restless explorer I kissed every one of the toes, crowned by a pale pink polished nail.

Patty understood my silent message and turned on her belly offering her naked back to my worship. I followed the opposite way, my tongue slithering over her thighs until I reached the perfect buttocks. With both hands I opened the voluptuous globes exposing the small pink opening, so beautiful and perfect it was hard to believe Mother Nature had created such perfection for a so humble purpose.

As usual it was impossible to resist, I placed a pillow beneath her stomach and maneuvered my head inside her parted buttocks to thrust my tongue as deep as possible in her anal passage. That was one of Patty’s favorite caresses and she expressed her pleasure by the moans, goose bumps and shoving her derriere in my face.

I completed my journey up licking every bone of her spine and end my journey with my body over hers, kissing the nape of her neck. By this time my shaft was hard again and Patty was almost melting from lust.

I gave her time to recover and picking a tube of Vaseline, strategically placed by her on the nightstand and pouring a generous glob on a finger and begun to massage the outside of her puckered hole. After playing with her rosette I inserted one finger and carefully lubricated the tight rectum. I repeated the operation several times working with the finger in circles to stretch the sphincters.

"It’s enough, I want to feel you inside me." She cried.

I straddled her thighs positioning my shaft against her rear opening; a slight pressure was enough to puncture the stretched and well-lubricated anal ring. Even though my penis hadn’t yet reached it full development Patty’s anus was tight enough to squeeze my tool in a pleasant and somewhat agonizing pressure.

"Hold my tits." She mumbled. I comply with her request and grab those beautiful jewels. She immediately began to sway her hips, made easy due to the pillow underneath her belly. Recovered from my previous orgasm her tight rectum sensuously massaged my shaft as I gradually increased the speed of my strokes, our bodies hitting each other with a loud slap loud enough for her mother, if she was still awoke, to hear. Patty turned her face from one cheek to other to suffocate her moans of intense pleasure. I pumped deep into my lovely girlfriend. As usual I waited till my dick softened before I pulled it out of Patty, we were both exhausted, my body felt like gelatin, as I lay panting heavily.

Her bed was narrow so we moved close to the wall in order to avoid falling out. Patty lifted her nightgown over her head.

"What are you doing?" I cried. "Put on my nightgown."

"No, tonight I want to be naked with you." I hugged her lovely body and turned off the lamp. She was soon sound asleep and I felt her warm body against mine as I breathed the sweet perfume from her hair.

I was wakened early in the morning by the birds trilling on the trees that surrounded the house. Patty was still sound asleep lying on her back. Quietly so as to not disturb her dream I removed the sheet to admire her body under the dim light filtered through the shutter. To me the naked body was a timeless vision. The perfect face adorned by a small nose and generous lips; the thin neck with no noticeable Adam’s pome, the small but firm breasts crowned by proud nipples framed by small rounded pink areoles. The flat belly and the small triangle of hair framed her small coiled male appendix. I realized that the penis my beloved Patty wasn’t any a restriction to her femaleness, just a slight imperfection one can find in all human beings.

I was frightened of breathing to loud in case I awoke my sweetheart. After longtime of rapturous staring I lightly touched a nipple with a fingertip. Her body shivered as she opened the beautiful dark green eyes. Without a word she took me by the neck and kissed me, it started as light peck and swiftly grew in one of blazing passion. I rolled over her body, as she opened her legs and bent her knees. I could face her while penetrating her and there was no need for lubrication since her rectum was still coated with Vaseline from our previous session. She deeply sighted when I introduced my penis into her and held me tight. I could feel her mini-tool in full erection rubbing against my lower belly.

We French kissed choking her moans while I relentlessly pumped into her Eventually I unloaded my semen as Patty’s body began to shake in small convulsions and I felt a warm and wet liquid spurted against my belly. Patty had cum, an occurrence that was very rare. We once again fell sound asleep and just woke up late in the morning.

"Lets shower together." Patty said rushing to the bathroom. ‘Don’t look now, I’m peeing." She added, for the first time I looked at her sitting in the commode. She didn’t object, just stared back on me with a guileful smile. Later she told me about her problems in her early days in the school: she found great difficulty peeing in a urinal and from an early age was used to sitting on a toilet bowl. A small but highly significant event for her was the first time dressed as a girl she went to the women’s restroom in a movie theater. She said that she was at first very reluctant to do so but felt proud after she left the restroom.

We took a long shower, each carefully lathering every inch of the other’s body. During the process Patty was always rubbing her delicious derriere in my crotch and this predictably resulted in another erection. We hastily dried, Patty held me by her hand as we raced her room and dove on the bed with the legs opened.

"Fuck me!" She said in an imposing voice. I was flabbergasted with it; she was usually was very moderate with her language. I hastily smeared some Vaseline and now excited mercilessly shoved my tool in her rectum with one thrust. She screamed loudly but didn’t ask to pull out. Like two animals in the heat we fucked wildly till I unloaded another load of sperm. We were sweating so before breakfast we decided to have another shower.

Sitting in the kitchen I watched Patty fixing our breakfast. I loved watching my girl with her moist black hair; dressed only in a bikini I had given her. After breakfast we went to the beach. Patty was wearing a very modest two piece bikini and we stay there until Stella came home to fix lunch. I stayed with Patty while she worked on her homework, returning home only when I saw the lights on, a sign that grandma was back. Patty was complaining that her rosette was burning, a clear evidence of our excesses. 

 

 

LIVING THE LIFE

Patty was concerned on what would happen when I needed to return home to start my studies. I mentioned it once and immediately she started crying. It was our only argument and happened when I went home to check but thanks to her mother it came to a happy-end.

It was a Saturday afternoon; Stella, Patty and I were at the store. I used to go there sometimes to help Stella, on some afternoons.

This day two girls, younger than I entered the store. I had never seen them before, but they looked like people that spent their weekends in one of the properties by the lake. They were charmingly dressed in tight shorts and the elder one was wearing a colorful bustier that barely covered the small breasts beneath. They were of an age when girls discovered the first moments of seduction and how to use it in a humorous way. One of the girls spotted me by the bookshelf and immediately started flirting with me asking silly questions about the village.

Patty was behind the counter and almost jumped over it, briskly interrupting the girl’s chatter. The girl was taken by surprise by Patty’s attitude and quickly exited the store. Her mother admonished Patty about her method of dealing with the customers but soon she was laughing loudly which further increased Patty’s fury.

"That bitch, how dear she flirt my boyfriend."

It took me a long time and a lot of patience to calm her down. Next day Patty was in the store dressed in a quite differently to her usual tee shirt, shorts and sneakers. She wore tight jeans outlining her long legs and firm curvaceous derriere. A man type shirt was tied under the bust, sensuously exposing her tanned belly and buttoned just enough to hide the bra. A lazy stroll completed the triumphant revenge, holding my hand through the short stretch between her mother’s store and the small plaza where the church was located.

On the west side of Patty’s home there was a construction that was clearly built long after the house. It was a square brick wall, seven feet high and about twenty five feet square and closed with a solid steel gate. I asked what it was for and Patty said it was formerly a kennel the prevous owner used to breed Doberman dogs. Now Stella used it as storage area for her store.

On Sundays, during the off-season period Stella only opened the store after 2:00PM. One Sunday after breakfast I headed for Patty’s place. The windows were open, the car was in the garage but I couldn’t find anyone. After walking around the house and calling for Patty I at last heard her voice coming from behind the brick wall. The gate opened and Patty asked if I was alone, and she asked me in. The area had been remodeled as a solarium, the walls covered by wild orchids and other wild plants that abounded in the woods. In one corner there was a shower. There was also a round poolside table and an umbrella, some plastic chairs and two recliner deck chairs. Patty was naked and Stella had her body prudishly covered by a beach towel.

"Welcome to the Garden of Eden." Patty welcomed me with a smile, so this was the place where Patty got her perfect full body tan. I removed my shirt and sat in a chair. Patty quickly grabbed Stella’s towel and pulled it away.

"Patty, don’t be silly!" Her mother exclaimed but didn’t make any motion to pick the towel or hide her body.

"Come on Mommy, what’s the problem? Don’t you trust Paul?"

Stella didn’t answer and reclined back on the chair. She was the first "full" woman I ever seen naked and I tried to surreptitiously glimpse her body. She seemed be very comfortable being naked in my presence. The area hadn’t a roof and there were no side openings, since it was a sunny day and without the help of the wind blowing from the lake it was pretty hot. Patty was the first to shower. After that it was my turn, I was refreshing my body when I felt someone grasping my shorts and pulling them down.

"Hey, why are you the only one dressed here?" I felt shy but tried to remain blasé and sat back in my chair. Little later was Stella’s turn to shower so giving me full view of her body. She was a little over weight, showing a protruding tummy and her breasts were too flaccid. The buttocks were large and heavy showing some cellulite. Her ample bush was of the same dark walnut color as the hair. I must point out that this was the view of a fourteen-year old boy and using Patty’s body as a parameter was highly unfair to Stella. We talked and sunbathed for the rest of the morning, I sneakily looking at Stella.

"I know you are looking on me young man!"

I felt my face burning and looked to another side but she didn’t seem uncomfortable. In a moment she pretended to rearrange the towel over the chair and kneeling on the seat, gave me a view of her rump. Her ass cheeks were split offering an unabridged view of her anus, a brownish protruding hole. At noon Stella decided that was time to lunch and open the store. Alone at home Patty and I had a long sexual activity. With our senses calmed down Patty asked:

"What do you think about mom?"

"She is a nice person" Was my answer, trying to stay away from the subject.

"Don’t try to cheat me! You know what I really mean!" And she slapped my chest.

"Well… you know… she is not in her best shape… nothing that compares to you…" Probably that was what she wants to hear since I was rewarded with a long kiss.

Now emboldened by Patty’s kiss I asked:

‘Tell me, does she have a boyfriend."

"Oh yes, he is a pilot from the same airline my father was. As a matter of fact they were very close friends. He is married and what he does when he comes back from a trip he calls Mom and they meet in a small hotel in the other side of the lake. Usually they spend the whole afternoon together, but on special occasions they stay the whole night."

On another occasion we decided to picnic at the place I took Patty’s maidenhood. We fixed a nice picnic lunch and headed to the place. Once there Patty without delay peeled off her clothes and invited me to do the same. Stella prudishly was wearing a full body swimsuit and just rolled it down to the waist exposing her bare breasts.

That day Patty was particularly devilish, she pulled me into the water and when we were just with the chest high, she begun to pet my dick with one hand. I tried to calm her down but was impossible; she dove and grasped firmly my dick remaining underwater until she almost choked. Since the place was up in the mountains the water was usually cold, I swam away from her until the cold water and the exercise put an end to my erection. But that wasn’t the end of Patty’s devilment. As I lay on my towel facing Stella, we were chatting when Patty returned, instead of using her towel she lay on mine and shamelessly begun to rub her bottom on my crotch.

"Patty, stop with it! You are embarrassing the poor Paul!"

She reproached her daughter that stop swaying the hips but ‘innocently’ kept her buttocks dangerously closed to my dick.

When at home Stella told us to shower while she start to fix our lunch. Patty locked the door and jumped over me. She knelt in front of me and after lowering my shorts took my manhood in her mouth licking and sucking like it was a lollipop. When I was the in the verge of unloading in her mouth she bent over offering her rump. There was no need of a lubricant, her saliva covered my penis and with a quick thrust I had half of my tool shoved in her eager anal passage. It didn’t take too long to me to explode in the depth of her.

 

PROBLEMS WITH HORMONES

One morning I went to Patty’s place and found it closed. I knocked on her window and she answered with a voice denoting someone ill. I was concerned and she opened the window and I jumped inside. Her face showed her pain.

"What’s wrong?"

"Ahn… it’s an internal problem, the physician said that in sometimes the hormones cause constipation. With the constipation comes a headache." She sat back in the bed, her face expressing her suffering.

"And."

"Usually I can fix it with a glycerin suppository but sometimes it is more serious and only an enema will fix it."

I remember receiving an enema before my surgery. "Well, if it’s the only solution."

"Oh yes, I was exactly thinking of doing it when you arrived."

"Do you need some help?"

"If you don’t mind…"

We went to the kitchen; Patty heated some water and brought a bottle of mineral oil from the bathroom. She prepared an infusion; mixing mineral oil, warm water and drops of a liquid from a small flask. This last liquid had a strong smell of roses. When it was all ready she collected a towel, a wash cloth and an applicator. It was a long tip screwed into a red rubber bulb. She unscrewed the tip, filled the bulb with the mixture and handed it to me. She then covered the bed with the towel, removed her baby-doll top and panties and lay on her side.

"Pour some Vaseline onto the tip."

I did so, and she spread her bottom exposing the rosebud as I inserted the tip all the way into her rectum.

"Now squeeze slowly." Following her directions I slowly squeezed the bulb filling her with the mixture.

"Now refill the bulb." I did so and started the process again. When the bulb was empty she wanted a third load. I was amazed with her capability to take all that liquid the bulb held at least a pint; so three full loads were almost half a gallon! By the middle of the third load Patty begun to pant and contract her anus, clutching the tip.

"Should I stop?" Concerned with her ever-louder moans.

"No, please go ahead, it’s only cramps and will be over in seconds." She said taking a deep breath.

When I emptied the third load she rolled the wash cloth and placed it in her bottom. We stayed in silence as I lightly massaged her bum. Patty lay motionless, the silence was broken only by the sound of my palm over her skin and her deep breathing. Carefully she turned around facing me. Her belly, usually as flat as mine was now protruding like a woman’s tummy in the first stages of a pregnancy.

"Hey, you are pregnant, now you have to marry me." I said. She shyly smiled and carefully sat in the bed.

"I need to go…"She said.

"I will go with you."

"No, stay here." I firmly held her by the waist avoiding pressing her body against mine.

"Please! Let me go. I can’t stand anymore!" She pleaded.

"I want go with you!" Eventually Patty agreed.

She rushed to the bathroom pressing the rolled washcloth against her butt and sat in the toilet. She had placed both forearms over her legs leaning her body forward and pressing her belly. Immediately I heard the sound of water at high pressure flowing out of a hose followed by a long sequence of blasts. After that her entrails begun to noisily expel their content. She looked at me, the face red, in a mutely beseeching to be let alone

"Are you feeling better?" She just nodded, breathing deeply. After a couple of minutes she raised the torso. In a similar situation most of the people would appear bizarre but Patty remained charming and sensuous, like a young princess on her throne.

I came close to her and sat on the toilet lid and started to caress her back. Patty leaned her body towards me and I put my hand over her shoulders. My hand slithered from the nape of her neck down to the waistline.

"You shouldn’t see me like this." She said in a shy voice.

"Why not?"

"You are not supposed to see me doing this."

"Let me prove you are wrong. Have you finished?" She nodded, I tore a piece of toilet paper and started wiping her anus. After the initial astounding she was clearly delighted with my action.

"Hold on, I didn’t finished yet…" I said. And moistening the terry cloth I completed my task. Back in her room we lay together, I hugged her body and we stayed in silence for sometime. I was terribly excited but at the same time I was afraid her bowels could be still sore so I wasn’t comfortable about taking further action.

"What did you say before? I mean if I underwent the surgery would you marry me?"

"Patty, I would marry you with or without the surgery, I would like you to understand that it doesn’t make any difference for me. I told you many times; you are the most beautiful woman in the world. No girl is as feminine as you are."

Believe me, I was absolutely sincere when I said that. It really made Patty’s day as she had the continual need to be recognized as a woman.

She locked her lips on mine as we kissed for long time as she whispered in my ear with a voice loaded with sex. "Take your clothes, let’s make a baby."

Once satisfied we continued our conversation; she told me she had suffered with constipation since she was ten years old. The first time Stella advised her she needs an enema as the ultimate solution for a long-lasting constipation she had panicked. For she hadn’t a clue about the erogenous powers of her anal area. This vanished when the tip entered her sphincters and the cold feeling was replaced by such pleasure by the thin invader slithering in her rectum and for the fist time in her life she had an erection.

She was so excited that few days later, alone at home she founded the enema tool in the bathroom cabinet and inserted it again in her anus.

These were very difficult times, her sexual identity was unclear and she was still very young to deal with the burden of duality. It was something she couldn’t even understand! Her usual introverted personality became even worse. She was crying for no reason and felt ashamed of herself. Stella discovered the reason when found her wearing a skirt and playing with the dolls of her deceased sister and bravely decided to face the problem.

It too a long time until Patty eventually decided to fully bare her soul. They talked for countless hours and Stella finally took Patty to her gynecologist looking for some technical orientation. She handed the boy to a psychologist who specialized in problems of sexual identity among children. The woman was astonished to see how strong was Patty’s female personality. All tests, all her conversation was direct towards the same conclusion: he was a girl forced into a man’s body.

The decision was made to prepare Patty physically and psychologically to be a female. It included another long series of tests to determine the best course of action and was agreed to by Stella. The physician and the psychologist were to do it by steps and to avoid puncturing her already fragile personality.At last feeling accepted and supported by her mother, Patty slowly opening her cocoon. She was no longer shy when wearing girl’s clothes and was endlessly curious about how to be a woman. On one occasion, urged by the psychologist, Stella took Patty to her room and both undressed. While naked, she lectured Patty on each one of the parts of a female body. Patty was particularly impressed with Stella’s breasts and was invited to touch and play with them. Patty examined carefully her mother’s body trying to understand the differences between her own body.

At the beginning Stella was uneasy with her son/daughter playing with her genitals but perceived that it was a curiosity without any sexual content. Curious Patty asked how she could become a woman. In simple terms Stella explained transgender surgery, Patty wanted to know when transformed she give birth.

The first months after starting with hormones were difficult as Patty had violent changes of mood and became more and more introspected. The solution came with her physical move from a boy to a girl: her hair was growing and Stella bought more and more female clothes. By the time they eventually moved to the house by the lake Patty was able to perform like a perfect girl.

 

 

PAINFUL TIMES AND THE END (END?) OF A STORY

Eventually our feared day arrived, the end of the summer break. It meant it was time for me to return to my hometown and re-enter my studies. Patty was in a terrible mood as one can imagine I tried to avoid conflict and with the help of Stella I did my best to cheer her up but it proved impossible. I was really upset the day I kissed Patty farewell, her eyes were red and swollen by continuous sweeping. I had promised to return every weekend and I did so. At Fridays, after the school the driver took me to the bus station and I faced a two hours trip.

My re-adaptation to usual life of a boy of my age was hard, I had difficulty in concentrating on the studies and instead concentrated on my lifetime passion of tennis. Free from any restriction I begun to take tennis classes and without really aspiring to become a tennis star I was soon playing very well.

At the same time I started reducing my weekends at the lake and at Patty’s side, as it seemed that her interest in me was waning. It is easy to me to understand the reason now, after all I was only a young boy and Patty was rapidly becoming a woman. Patty had also become obsessed with her approaching surgery. It had become our main topic of our conversation and by now it was quite boring.

When I turned fifteen my mother organized a very private party, just the family. I then was to have another celebration with Patty and Stella the following weekend. However the day before my departure my grandmother called me to say that Patty had asked to cancel the ceremony.

Stella, who in the beginning of our relationship had strongly supported us, was changing her mind. Now it is easy to understand her reasons for the change. In a practical sense my role in Patty’s life was over, there was no future for a relation between a fifteen year old boy and a transgender girl one year older. I had performed an important role in Patty’s life, giving her confidence in her femininity and her capability of attracting a man. Now Stella’s goal was to transform her daughter into a full woman.

 

In spite of my efforts to spend the weekends at Villa Arethusa Patty wasn’t making my life easy and I suspected she no longer had the same feelings for me as in the early days of our relationship. It clearly became a burden to her and of course it reduced my feelings. My family, especially my mother, was equally unenthusiastic and did their best to keep me busy during the weekends. As a result I slowly spent less and less weekends at the lake.

Another fact contributed to loose our relation: my grandmother health condition deteriorated and she was spending most of the time with us. One day I received a long letter from Patty saying that she was no longer interested in our relationship and besides they decided to move to Spain were they have several relatives. It was close to Morocco, then the Mecca of transgender surgeries and they could request Spaniard citizenship. The key issue was in my country at the time transgender surgeries were forbidden and the change from a male to female identity wasn’t allowed at all.

At the same time I had my first sexual relation with a "full" woman. My parents decided to spend a weekend at a friend’s ranch. These folks were well off and had a marvelous old farmhouse restored to perfection and transformed in a private club with swimming pool, volleyball and a tennis court. The owner’s daughter was a good tennis player, it was a unique opportunity to spend a whole weekend playing.

She was the same age as I, a tall blonde with a nice face, a perfect body and I learnt later a precocious nymphomaniac. It was a hot day afternoon, my parents and hers went to the city nearby for some shopping but we decided to play tennis. She was a better player than I, but her handicap was partially offset by my strong ness. I notice that she liked to play in the back of the court so I alternated short and fast long drops to avoid her dead full smashes. It was a fast and violent game and by the end the first set we were both sweating we decided to have a break and sat in a large gazebo with a restroom attached.

 

We sat facing each other and drinking lemonade. She stretched her long and tanned legs and I furtively start looking on her. The sleeveless cotton jersey shirt was glued on her body outlining a small sports bra. She nonchalantly opened her legs offering a view of her crotch. Under the short tennis skirt she was wearing a sort of lace trimmed panties such was the fashion for tennis outfit, invented by a famous American tennis player of the sixties. Through the fabric the moisture made a perfect contour of her labia.

"Ready for another round?" I asked standing up.

"I have a better idea…" She said, and grabbing my hand headed to the restroom. After locking the door she begun to undress. Soon she was just wearing her tennis shoes and asking me to throw my clothes away.

We had a wild sex session, she gave me a blowjob but I was not allowed to cum, she explained she want to have my seed deep in her body. She sat in a bench; the legs wide spread and ask me to eat her. It was an exquisite flavor, a mix of sweat and musk with urine hints. Having only had anal sex it was odd for me to experience her far looser tunnel, but this by no means reduced my enthusiasm for that new experience. She almost got crazy when I told her it was my first time. It was a half-truth (or a half-lie if you will); she licked every inch of my sweat body until I was ready for another round. From that day on we had regular sex relations despite there being no serious emotional relationship between us. On the other hand she never accepted anal sex saying that it was dirty stuff and a homosexual practice.

It seemed to be the end of my relationship with Patty but almost 11 years later …

 

 

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