Gender: Male Age: 72 Location: N/A
|Introduction: To the Reader: Let me here apologize to you, I do not profess to be an accomplished author. It has been my experience in the past; if you come upon a subject you know nothing or little about, research the subject then combine that new found knowledge with something you know more about. Write a story integrating the two subjects, as such being. Transsexual and Ranching. The story may be to lengthy for some to read but non the less has a lot of emotional content. This story originally was written in nine segments of time, some were in days while others in years. Because of the length of some of these segments I will attempt to divide them into parts of about equal length rather than chapters for your reading enjoyment. It is my hopes; you the reader will have a few laughs and a cry or two along the way. DB|
Many people are confused about the difference between gender identity, (especially variant gender identity) and sexual orientation, simply stated, gender identity is who we are—our own subjective sense of being male, female, or a combination of the two. Sexual orientation refers to which of the sexes we are emotionally and sexually attracted.
Transsexual: A person whose gender identity is opposite to his or her biological sex.
Most transsexuals, before sex reassignment, are attracted to people who match them anatomically but not in gender identity. Thus a transsexual with a female gender identity, feeling trapped in a man’s body (and probably identified as a male by society), is likely to be attracted to men. In other words, she has a heterosexual orientation based on her own self-identification as female. If she acts on her sexual desires before undergoing sex reassignment, she may be falsely labeled as homosexual. In terms of postsurgical sexual orientation, almost all female-to-male transsexuals desire female sexual partners, whereas male-to-female transsexuals can be sexually orientated to either sex, with most preferring male sex partners.
(Thus being the case of Dan / Danielle in the following story.) Enjoy the story.
After Dad’s death, Becky and Valery slowly started to go through their Mom and Dad’s house, finding old records and legal papers pertaining to the ranches and their personal lives. Which needed to be read a page at a time? They found this arrangement to be very time consuming and took them months to do for fear of overlooking something of importance.
As we took each piece of Mom’s clothing from her closet, we couldn’t help but to notice over half of Mom’s clothes had never been worn they still had the store’s names and price tags attached to them and most were labeled, New York City, NY. We had no idea she had ever lived in New York.
On one of the shelves behind Mom’s clothes, we found an old cardboard box falling apart with age. An old blanket covered it.
As we carefully removed the box from the shelf, we noticed the handwriting on the back appeared to be Dad’s, it said, “Jake’s Journals.”
As we opened the box, we saw a sealed envelope lying on top of what appeared to be a stack of Spiro bound notebooks, perhaps forty in all. On the front of the envelope, was simply written. (To: My Children).
At first, Valery and I read Dad’s letter in total disbelief. We held each other and cried as we reread it several times. We decided that this must have pained Dad very much to write the letter to us.
Valery and I closed Mom’s closet door and took the letter into the kitchen putting it on the kitchen table; we called Terry and Paul our brothers, on the telephone and asked them to meet us at Mom and Dad’s house.
When they came in, we were still crying. We told them to read the letter Dad wrote to us. When they finished Paul said, “Is this some kind of a bad Joke?”
Terry said, “Dad wrote Mom wasn’t who we thought she really was all of our lives.”
The Bell Mare
(The Adolescent Years)
My grandparents lived on a small hundred and sixty acre cattle ranch originally homesteaded by Grandpa John’s parents in the late eighteen hundreds.
Grandpa John took over the ranch at an early age when his parents died unexpectedly. The old ranch house caught fire in the middle of the night; his mother and father never made it out alive.
It was a sad time in Grandpa John’s life. As best anyone could remember, Grandpa John was about seventeen years old at the time. His father had sent him to Mason with a team and wagon to purchase supplies for the ranch. Grandpa John arrived late in the evening putting the horses up in the livery stable; he ate supper at the old hotel and took a room for the night.
Early in the morning, the old ranch house caught fire and burned down. It was believed; the fire started in the attic where the woodstove’s chimney pipe went through the ceiling, perhaps the pipe over heated from a build up of creosote or had a rusted out spot.
Grandpa John returned to the ranch the next day around noon and discovered the remains of the burned out ranch house still smoldering. Grandpa John never forgave himself for not being there for his mother and father.
There are two graves under the big oak tree in the Home Ranch graveyard where Grandpa John buried his mother and father. Grandpa John carved a headstone from a piece of wood salvaged from the remains of the old burned out ranch house, and with his pocketknife, he carved.
Amos and Leona Russell
Died Feb. 12, 1908
Although their graves are probably empty, only Grandpa John knew for sure.
Grandpa John was able to buy more land behind the small ranch in the early 1920s; the ranch is located about three miles east of the town of Mason in Mason County although the county seat is now located in the town of Deming, about seventy miles to the west.
The town of Mason is a small rural ranching community in the upper end of a large valley. The average elevation is just a little less than two thousand feet with scattered scrub oak and pine trees. A few miles east of the ranch, the oak trees slowly gave way to larger pine and Douglas Fur in the higher elevations as the mountains slowly grew to over eight thousand feet.
It was here in the higher foothills; Grandpa John was able to buy another hundred acres of deeded property bordering BLM and Forest Service lands. Grandpa John was able to lease grazing rights from the government to use for summer grazing. The deeded land was named Cow Camp because Cow Creek ran through the property, and is where the cowboys stayed the summer months tending cattle. The camp had a small one-room cabin used for a cook shack, the men slept in tents in their bedrolls on the ground.
When the Great Depression hit things came to a standstill on the ranch, our family survived those hard times by raising a large garden, livestock, and some poultry, which they were able to trade for the staples needed to exist on during those lean years.
Grandpa John went to work as an engineer on the local sawmill’s narrow gauge railroad hauling logs from the logging camps high in the mountains down to the sawmill in order to put the ranch back into operation.
My father worked for the lime plant as an equipment operator and supervisor. He met and married my mother and I was born in 1932.
Grandpa John and my Dad were able to buy enough cows and bulls to get the ranch herd going again.
By the time the United States of America entered into World War II, my father enlisted into the army. The War Department refused to take him because of the job he held with the lime plant and he was classified 4F. Lime was an important product for the war effort and the government locked Dad into his job for the duration of the war. Dad eventually became sick from the lime dust and when the war finally ended; my father and mother moved us a hundred and fifty miles to the town of Roland.
Roland was a much larger city, which could offer them more opportunities and had better medical facilities for my father’s lung condition.
Dad and Mom bought a small grocery store and gas station with two gas pumps. Mom ran the store, and Dad helped out pumping the gas. On a good day, Dad sold perhaps fifty gallons of gas, some kerosene, and a few quarts of motor oil. Most of the time he would sit in his chair in front of the store unless the weather was bad, then he would move inside next to the wood heater. Before school, after school, and on the weekends I pumped the gas, checked oil, water, tires, and washed windshields for Dad’s customers. When Mom needed boxes moved or the shelves in the store stocked, she would call me into the store to help her. Dad missed being on the ranch and wanted me to be a part of it, he said the city was no place for a boy to grow up.
When the summer of 1946 came and school was finished for the year, I went to stay with my mother’s family on the ranch. Being to young and inexperienced to be of much help at the cow camp, I stayed with Grandma on the Home Ranch to help her with the chores.
I was mostly left by myself to explore and find new friends which I had very little problem doing. The old Mason reservoir was one of my favorite places to go; and was at the reservoir where I found some new friends. They were doing most of the same things as me, swimming, fishing, and catching salamanders. Most of the things young boy’s had on their minds in those days.
My new friends were from the small town of Mason. Dean was a tall lanky kid with dark hair and brown eyes he was going on fifteen and his little brother Roger who was twelve. Jack was of medium height but a little on the heavy side he was sixteen. Ken was of average built with dark hair and brown eyes he was going on fifteen. Dan Hansel and I were within a month or so of being the same age, fourteen. Dan was shorter and seemed to have smaller bones than I did. His hair was cut long, kind of shaggy and light blonde in color, his eyes were deep blue, and he almost looked like he was a little on the frail side. My name of course is Jake Lance; I was of average size for my age with dark brown hair and light blue eyes. We just seemed to be an inseparable bunch of boys and got along well together.
We were able to keep the eight party telephone line going when the grown ups would let us. The other families on the party line raised a fuss, we were restricted to only one call a night, but we were able to use that one call to communicate quite well with each other. Dean would call Jack, Jack would call Ken, Ken would call Dan, and Dan would call me. We would make plans to meet somewhere the next morning and spend the day together or we would go to one of our parent’s houses to visit. Our parents knew where we would be. If we were going to spend the day at one of our parent’s houses, we knew we were going to get a good lunch and a few treats, soda pop, cake, pie or cookies. It didn’t look like any of us were going to loose any weight that summer.
Mason had a population of about a hundred and fifteen people and a small post office with two benches out in front. If you needed to know about something going on in town, it was always a good place to stop and ask. Next door to the post office was the remodeled drug store. A new grocery store built at the east end of town where the road made a split and lead to some houses up in the foothills. The older grocery store became the new hardware store next to the feed store on the west end.
A small cafe was built next door to the old hotel after it burned down a few years earlier. The fire was probably one of the biggest things that ever happened in town within the last fifty years. I remember seeing the flames and sparks from our ranch as we stood on the front porch watching it burn. The dirt road on the other side of the burned down hotel led north along the railroad tracks to the Mason reservoir about a mile or so to where it crossed the railroad tracks and ended.
On the other side of the dirt road, the old livery stable and the schoolhouse sat on top of a small hill. On the other side of the main street were the blacksmith shop, volunteer fire department, county building, and the dry goods store. A tee formed the main intersection of town where two highways joined, a gas station sat on the southeast corner, the lumberyard and a few houses. From the new grocery store west were a few houses and another gas station on the north side of the main street. Next to the gas station stood the local bar, sometimes I went there with Grandpa John when he needed a little nip; I always had a ginger ale and felt quite grown up.
On the next street to the north was the mortuary, a new schoolhouse was built to take the place of the old schoolhouse on the hill which became the community hall, and the new hotel replacing the old one after it burned down. The dining area served good home cooked meals. There were probably a dozen homes in town and the rest were scattered further out. The church sat on the hill to the south overlooking Mason and behind the church was the graveyard.
The east edge of town was a good three miles from our ranch. However, that distance could be shortened by taking a short cut through the orchards and down along the creek bottom.
There were some girls in our community as well but most of the times they were off to themselves and didn’t seem to have much use for us boys unless they were visiting with their parents. Their names were Jan, a heavyset girl with dark brown hair and large breasts, she was sixteen. Her younger sister Susan was smaller than Jan was and had small perky breasts with blue eyes and brown hair she was fourteen.
Then there was the Benson girls, there were three of them. Debra was the oldest quite tall with red hair and green eyes she was sixteen. Paula, the middle-aged girl was slender with blond hair and blue eyes she was fifteen. Emma the youngest was a cute little thing with black hair, and lots of freckles, she was thirteen.
Barbara lived just below the old church; she had dark blond hair down to the middle of her back, with deep blue eyes and a beautiful small set of breasts. She was fifteen.
The girls seemed different to me in Mason, from the girls I was use to being around. In Roland, the girls wanted to go study and have boys hanging all over them. If you gave a girl your ring to wear around her neck, she wanted you to hug and kiss her most of the time. Occasionally, if you took her to the movies or out for a soda she would let you cop a feel of one of her breasts if she thought no one was looking.
Without girls to keep us company, we would go to the reservoir for a swim or play Cowboys and Indians.
Late June the four of us helped Grandpa John and his two hired hands gather some of the late cattle and get them ready to band to the high summer range.
Grandpa John always took some time for us kids. We asked him if we could use the old feed house for a clubhouse, he told us, “If you will help dig a new hole for the outhouse while I’m gone and don’t get under foot or bother Grandma to much you can clean it up and use it.”
The old feed house was constructed out of board and bat cedar lumber planks and was about twelve feet square with a door and one small window. Our new clubhouse started to take shape right away; Grandpa John put a new light bulb in the light socket for us to use at night.
A few days later, a new bed came for Grandma from Monkey Wards, actually from the Montgomery Wards catalog store. Grandma gave us her old bed for our clubhouse. We scrounged up some apple boxes to use for shelving; nailing them to the wall and used some for chairs. We took off with a pair of Grandpa John’s sawhorses and some wood from the barn to use for a table, and came up with curtains and a full-length mirror from the storage shed. Things were starting to look good; we had all of the main things needed, table, chairs, and a bed.
I asked Grandma for a bucket and water dipper so we would have water to drink; we had to carry the bucket of water from the well when needed, she also threw in a washbasin, towels, washrags, and two bars of soap. We probably wouldn’t need the soap but she insisted we take them anyways.
With all of the heavy work done we set about to dig the outhouse hole Grandpa John had marked out for us. The digging was going good, as the ground was soft and there weren’t too many rocks, we were down one foot the first day. We would spend about an hour or so a day and figured we would have it dug in two weeks. Grandpa John wasn’t due home from Cow Camp for three weeks and that would be longer than was needed to dig the outhouse hole.
Things started to go down hill from there; Roger was sent off to visit his dad for the rest of the summer and the next week Jack went to work for his father down at the feed store we didn’t see too much of him the rest of the summer.
Grandma had some of her lady friends over for a sewing get together. One of the women brought her daughter Annie along she was thirteen. We seemed to hit it off good right from the start. We played cards and colored in some coloring books then we went outside to play catch.
It was then when things started to happen, Annie and I were caught playing I will show you mine if you will show me yours. Mrs. Potter was mad as heck and marched us into the house explaining to Grandma what she had caught Annie and I doing out in the woodshed. Mrs. Potter told Annie to go get her things; they were going to go home.
Grandma spanked me good right there in front of all of her lady friends. Grandma said, “Jake, you will remember not to get caught doing that kind of thing again.”
All of the other women shamed me. Grandma sent me to the corner close to the kitchen table for the rest of the day; there I was to spend my punishment time. About two hours passed when I heard Grandma announce it was time to take a break and have something to eat. Mrs. Jackson was laughing at me in my predicament; she gave me a sandwich and a glass of milk. When she returned to get my plate and empty glass, she laughed again at me. I thanked her and every one sat back down to continue their sewing and gossiping.
I again sat quietly in my corner Grandma turned around in her chair and said, “Jake, have you learned your lesson yet?”
I nodded my head as I said, “Yes Grandma.”
She said, “Go outside and play, and don’t cause any more problems.”
About an hour or so later Grandma and her friends came outside onto the porch, she waved goodbye to her friends as they left for their homes. Grandma said, “Jake, go in the house.”
When Grandma came back into the house she pointed her finger at me and said, “Jake, you had better not do that kind of thing again.”
I had supper with Grandma although she had nothing further to say about Annie. We talked about what I was going to do the next day. I told her everyone had disappeared on me and I was going to have to dig the outhouse hole by myself before Grandpa John came back home.
She asked me, “Where do you intended to sleep tonight?”
I told her, “I am going up to the clubhouse and get up early tomorrow morning so I can get as much digging done as I can before it gets hot.”
I helped Grandma with the dishes and told her I was going to bed. She kissed me good night and I took off for the clubhouse. I laid down on the bed and closed my eyes, when I woke up it was daylight. I hurriedly dressed and went out to the hole to get started with the digging. Dean and Ken must have woke up early to as they came up the lane about a half hour later.
Dean said, “I see you don’t have the hole finished yet?”
He gave me a long serious look. Ken couldn’t help himself and started to laugh. I didn’t understand what they were laughing so hard about, they jumped down into the hole and pitched in; the digging was really going good. We only had about two feet more to dig. I looked up from the hole and there stood Dan, he said “You look pretty good after yesterday Jake.”
All of them started to laugh again; I still didn’t understand what the joke was all about so I just went back to digging. We finished with the hole about noon.
We went down to the house and told Grandma the outhouse hole was finished. She was happy and said “Grandpa John will be pleased when he gets back home. I’ll fix some lunch, go and get cleaned up before you eat.”
After lunch, the four of us went back up to the clubhouse and were all sitting together on the bed when Dan looked very serious he said, “Tell us about it Jake.”
“Tell you about what?”
Ken said, “You know, when Mrs. Potter caught you and Annie yesterday playing nasty.”
“Ok, guys, who told you?”
Ken said, “I heard the next door neighbor lady telling my mother about it.”
“I’ll bet everyone in town knows about it by now.”
Dean said, “Probably, come on tell us about it.”
I told them about what happened to me the day before when Annie’s mother caught us together in the woodshed.
Ken was rubbing his dick through his pants. Dean said, “It looks like you are getting excited Ken how big is it?”
Dean pushed Ken over onto his back undoing the front of his pants and pulling Ken’s hard dick out then slowly started stroking it up and down with his hand. This was the first time I had ever seen another boy with a hard-on. I was so excited I pulled my dick out of my pants and started to jack off as I watched them. Shortly after Ken came, I came. Dean pulled his dick out of his pants and started to jack off. I looked at Dan just as he came then back at Dean to see him getting off.
When everyone was finished, we cleaned up the bed and decided we should go down to the creek for a swim and get ourselves cleaned up. Afterwards we lay down on the soft green grass along the creek bank naked in the warm sun to dry off.
Grandpa John came home the next day about five days early he said, “I came back for supplies for the Cow Camp. Son would you like to go back with me for a couple of days and help out at the camp?”
“I would like that Grandpa. Did you notice we finished the outhouse hole yesterday?”
He was happy, and the next morning we moved the outhouse onto the new hole and covered the old one. Grandpa John told me to get ready to go to town with him after lunch. I was ready and jumped into the seat of the old truck; we were off to Mason for the Cow Camp supplies.
By about four-thirty we had finished loading the supplies into the truck and were heading back towards the ranch; there stood Dan beside the road with his thumb out wanting a ride to our place. Grandpa John stopped and picked him up. Grandpa John said, “Dan, would you like to go with us up to Cow Camp tomorrow?”
“I need to ask my father first.”
“I’ll fix it with your dad. I’ll give him a call tonight.”
We were up by six o’clock in the morning, after breakfast, Grandpa John told us to load a bedroll on top of the load; it would be big enough for the two of us to share then we were off to the high country to become cowboys. The trip seemed like it took forever but we made it just before lunchtime.
After we ate our lunch, Dan and I explored the camp. It was not what we had expected; there was a small two-room log cabin for an office and sleeping quarters for the foreman and the cook shack was a three-sided affair with two wood cook stoves to prepare meals for the men. We saw two large army tents with military surplus beds where the men slept and an outhouse with three holes in the bench seat for them to use.
The camp Foreman told Grandpa John a bear had come in and killed one of the cows; two of his cowboys were out looking for it and just before dark we heard two rifle shots and a short time later three more shots off to the north and up the canyon. Four cowboys mounted up and took off as fast as their horses could take them. Some time after dark, they came back with two of the cowboys riding double and his horse carrying the big bear. They hung the bear on the A-frame. The cook’s helper and one of the cowboys cleaned and skinned it; then the cook’s helper butchered a hindquarter for the next night’s supper.
Dan and I rolled into our bedroll and were; awake just as the sun came up. A good breakfast was ready for us. After we ate, Dan and I gathered firewood and carried water for the cook. Sam was his name; Grandpa John said, “Sam is the best cook in the county.”
Sam cooked the bear meat for supper; we never thought an old bear could taste so good.
After supper, Grandpa John told Dave, his Foreman he would be back in two weeks with more supplies. We made the drive back home arriving well after dark.
While we were telling Grandma about our trip and the bear, she brought us some of her fresh baked peach cobbler and two glasses of milk. It was late when Dan and I went up to the clubhouse to get some well-deserved sleep.
The next morning we found out Grandpa John had already gone to town. Grandma fed us some breakfast. Dan and I asked her if it would be all right if we went to the reservoir for the day.
She said, “It will be ok with me but you had better call Dan’s mother first. If it is all right with her I’ll fix you a lunch to take along.”
Dan called his mother then called Dean telling him to pick up Ken; we would meet them at the reservoir later. Dean said, “We won’t be able to get there until about noon because; I have to help my mother first.”
Dan and I took the short cut through the orchard. We were just about to cross the old irrigation ditch when I spotted three girls walking up the road towards the reservoir with their blankets and swimsuits under their arms. We knew they would want to go up on the far end of the dam near the dock to lay in the green grass and sunbath. From there they could dive from the dock or swing on the rope hanging from the big oak tree. We also knew they would be able to see anyone coming up the road for a long ways. There was a gate where the road made a bend and crossed the railroad tracks giving them lots of time to put their swimsuits back on if they were sun bathing or skinny-dipping.
Dan said, “We can go up the old dry irrigation ditch and get close enough to where they will be without them seeing us.”
This sounded good to me, so off we went up the irrigation ditch. When we came to the place, we knew was close to where the girls would be we settled down to have lunch in the shade of a tree growing near the ditch bank. We finished our lunch and decided we could walk around through the trees and high grass back to the gate without the girls seeing us and meet up with Dean and Ken; we could walk to the reservoir as if nothing happened.
We peaked over the ditch bank to see the girls closing the gate; it would be about ten minutes before they made it to the dock. We could tell now they were Jan, Debra, and Paula. When they got to the green grass they spread out their blankets and looked all around, Jan yelled, “Privacy, no boys!”
They must have been satisfied no one else was around Debra started to undress, when she took off her bra Dan poked me and whispered, “Do you see those titties of hers?”
I whispered back. “Look at all of the hair she has between her legs”
Paula and Jan must have felt it was safe and undressed like Debra. I whispered to Dan, “Jan has too much tits but I would sure like to suck on Paula’s.”
Dan whispered, “I wish they were mine Jake, I would let you suck on them.”
We thought they would just run and jump into the water for a swim but instead Jan walked over to Debra wrapping her arms around her as they kissed. Paula came over to them and started to rub their breasts then they went back to their blankets and lay down together. We could see Debra was kissing Paula. When they were finished playing around with each other they ran to the dock naked and dove into the water swimming and yelling to one another. I told Dan, “I thought only boys did those things.”
Dan laughed as he said, “They get horney just like we do.”
The girls returned to their blankets and lay down to dry off in the sun. They were just lying there on the blankets together when Debra spotted some boys coming up the railroad tracks; they jumped up and put their swimsuits on. We knew the boys would be Dean and Ken; and decided to get down the ditch and up to the gate so no one would know what we saw the girls doing earlier.
We ran to the gate, we both were out of breath, I said, “Don’t tell Dean and Ken what we saw. Did you see Jan when she came?”
Dan sat down on the side of the road saying, “She must have really got off good, it made me so horney I wanted to play with myself.”
Dean and Ken met us at the bend in the road; we walked together to the reservoir. We spent the rest of the day swimming and trying to get next to the girls, but they wouldn’t have anything to do with us. We decided we should call it a day and go back to town. We told Dean and Ken we would see them later. Dan came home with me as his parents were going to be out of town for a few more days on business.
After we had supper with Grandma and Grandpa John, we went up to the clubhouse to go to bed. As we were lying there, Dan moved up close to me and put his head against my chest he said, “Jake, I love you.”
Dan and I spent the next day helping Grandpa John get things ready to go back to the high country cow camp with the supplies for the cowboys. The following day Grandpa John left early before daylight, he would be gone for three days, I was glad to have Dan around for company.
We decided to saddle up two horses and go for a ride. On our way, we stopped at the creek for a swim. The creek water was cool; it gave the horses a chance to cool off before we rode back to the ranch. As we sat there drying off, Dan and I talked about what we were going to do when school started in September. I said, “I will be going to a new school this fall, I think it will be exciting.”
“It will be the same for me this coming year but we have some new teachers, it will be a nice change.”
We mounted up and made the five or so miles back to the ranch and put the horses up in the corral.
Grandma was going to be busy with her lady friends baking and doing some canning the next day. She wanted us to fill up the water containers for them and help her move canning jars and boxes so she would be ready to get started early the next morning.
After breakfast Mrs. Snider, Jan and Susan’s mother was the first to show up, she brought along a couple of toe sacks full of old clothes that had been out grown. She knew Grandpa John always needed a ready supply of rags; he kept a sack nailed to a tree close to the barn. The ragbag as he referred to it. Dan and I took the sacks up to the barn and decided we should have the first shot at them. Mrs. Snider always threw some good rags away. We might be able to use some of them around the clubhouse. Instead, we took the sacks to the clubhouse for a look-see. We were not finding much in the first sack useable and the second sack had nothing except girls clothing in it. We found under ware, bras, slips, and some dresses. At the bottom of the sack was a pair of girl’s shoes. Dan picked up the shoes saying, “They are probably Jan’s but the rest look like Susan’s cloths, she probably out grew them.”
Dan put the high-heel shoes on and walked around the clubhouse he said, “They are just a little bit too big for me.”
We took a more serious look; I picked up a pair of girl’s white panties holding them out in front of me. I laughed and then held up the bra, Dan said, “Jake do you think they would look good on me?”
I replied, “Lets see.”
Dan took off his clothes and started to put the under garments on. The panties were white and so was the bra. He was having a hard time with the hooks on the bra in the back so I helped him hook them up, he turned around facing me I said, “You look pretty flat in the front Dan. I think you need a little stuffing here and there.”
We used some of the smaller rags to stuff the bra. I held up the pink sundress with an elastic top, he would be able to pull down over his shoulders. The skirt was full so when he would twirl around fast in a circle the skirt would stand out and show the white panties he was wearing.
I told him, “Except for your hair you would look as good in those clothes as Susan.”
I remembered Dean had brought some of his mother’s old wigs over so we could play Cowboys and Indians, two were short black ones, but the honey blond wig was about the same color as Dan’s hair. The wig made Dan look just like a girl with shoulder length blond hair; he looked good in the girl’s clothes.
Dan walked slowly over to stand in front of the full-length mirror hanging on the wall. He slowly turned around and put his hands under the bra to readjust it. Dan was starting to get excited. I could tell by the small bulge starting to get larger in the front of his dress as he admired himself in the mirror.
I started to laugh saying, “You look good enough to make love to.”
Dan didn’t say anything. He slowly turned around again and broke out into a big smile. Looking at me he said, “Jake, I always knew I would look better as a girl, oh, how I wish I was…”
Dan ran to me putting his arms over my shoulders, I put my arms around his waist as he started to cry. I felt his titties press into my chest as I held him tightly to me he let it all out. I was starting to get excited but I was more confused by the way, Dan was acting; he broke away from me tears still running down his face. Dan surprised me when he put his arms around my waist and pulled me tightly to him whispering into my ear saying, “Will you make love to me Jake, just like you would to Susan.”
It made me so excited; my hard dick was starting to throb. I could feel Dan’s stiff dick against me as we stood there in our embrace. We rubbed excitedly against one another until I took a step backwards so I could play with his small titties. After a short time I slowly ran my hand down to his crotch and started to stroke his stiff dick; he backed away from me and said, “No, Jake, like you would with a girl.”
I was a little puzzled and started to rub his dick through the dress with the flat of my hand as if he didn’t have one. He shuddered and raised his dress up so I could rub him through his white panties; they were wet from his excitement. Dan took my hand, leading me to the bed where he laid down. He pulled me down on top of him. We rubbed up and down as though we were really a boy and girl. I reached my fingers under the leg band of his panties to play with his pubic hair and occasionally I would touch his hard dick causing him to shudder.
When I pulled down the top of his dress, I could rub the titties he really didn’t have but the thought of them being there in those small bra cups caused my dick to get wetter. Dan helped me to remove his panties. He said, “Put your finger in my pussy Jake.”
I opened the front of my pants and rubbed the head of my dick to get some of its moisture on my fingers; I reached down between his legs and shoved my finger slowly into him until my middle finger disappeared. He let out a deep groan and arched his back as if my finger gave him pleasure like a girl. He hugged me to him and gave me a long passionate kiss whispering, “Jake put your big hard dick in my pussy.”
I removed my finger, took my pants and under ware off, and then put my hard dripping dick at the entrance of his pussy. Slowly I started it in as he grabbed my hips with both hands pulling me all of the way into him. I could feel the warmth inside his pussy; I started to make love to him as if I were making love to a girl. He bucked and squirmed with each stroke until I couldn’t hold back any longer, I filled him with my juices. Dan acted as though he had come too. My dick slowly shrank and finally slid out of him but he held me tightly and started to cry.
“Dan, did I hurt you?”
“No, I came too.”
I rose up, and looked down between us. Dan had cum as soon as I shot my load into him. We were both wet from his cum. We rubbed our bodies back and forth against each other until we relaxed and just lay there in each other’s arms. We kissed deeply then relaxed very worn out but very satisfied.
That night when we went to bed, Dan was dressed in a slip, panties, and bra; he moved up close to me and put his arms around my neck as we kissed tenderly. He started to cry again with big sobs, he said, “I never felt this way before you made love to me Jake. I should have been born a girl, the feelings I had was so much different than I have ever felt before.”
I put my hand on his left titty and gave it a little squeeze. It felt so real to me that, I started to suck on it he said, “I came when I felt you start to cum, I could feel each time your dick would swell and spurt into me, the feeling I had was so exciting it made me come too.”
Dan snuggled up close to me, I held him to me until we both went to sleep in each other’s arms.
We repeated the dress-up, but I never felt the same way as Dan said he felt. I would dress up and Dan would make love to me but he never seemed to be overly pleased with that arrangement. When Dan dressed up in the girls clothing the same thing would always take place. Dan would cum and then start to cry afterwards he wanted me to hug and kiss him or cuddle up to me as if he needed me to comfort him.
Dan went back home the next week and Friday evening Dad came to the ranch to pick me up, I went home for a week so Mom could take me shopping for my school clothes. Dad took me back to the ranch for the rest of the summer.
I tried to call Dan on the telephone but there wasn’t any answer. I walked to town and went to Dan’s house it was empty. I went down to the Post Office and asked the postmaster about the Hansel family. The Post Master said they had moved and didn’t leave a forwarding address.
I asked Dean and Ken if they knew where Dan’s family had moved, but no one knew any more about them than I did.
My birthday was on the fourteenth of August. I went up to the clubhouse and carefully pulled up some of the boards from the floor and dug a hole big enough for an apple crate to fit. I folded Dan’s dress-up clothes carefully into the box, his sundress, slip, bra, and panties; I placed his high-heel shoes he liked so well on top of the clothes. I nailed the top shut and replaced the boards in the floor, I cried as I said good-bye to my best friend. I said, “I will never forget you Dan.”
Grandpa John had three loads of mill ends delivered to the ranch for the winters heating and cooking stoves, I spent the next two weeks stacking wood in the woodshed for Grandma.
The week before I was supposed to go back to school, Grandma told me the next day we would be going over to Mrs. Grant’s house. She was sick in bed and Grandma wanted to visit with her.
Mrs. Grant had a sixteen-year-old daughter her name was Barbara. She had beautiful blue eyes and dark blond hair down to the middle of her back.
When Grandma and I arrived, Barbara was dressed in a light blue dress, the top buttoned down in the front showing her nice size breasts but not her cleavage. The bottom of her dress was full, reaching about two inches below her knees. She was kind of a tomboy but we got along pretty well. She liked to wrestle on the grass and hold me down although she was older and bigger than I was; I held my own most of the time.
Barbara took my hand as she led me into their garage. We explored her father’s workshop and some of the furniture he had made. Mr. Grant built and sold his furniture in the larger towns where there was a much larger market. Mr. Grant was out of town selling his furniture and Grandma was tending to Mrs. Grant in her house.
Barbra stood facing me with a serious look on her face she said, “Jake, I need your help.”
I replied, “If I can help you Barbara I will.”
“I heard about you and Annie getting caught playing nasty together.”
Boy did this take me by surprise! I told her, “Yes, it is true.”
Barbara said, “My mother told me I am a girl but my girl friend told me she wasn’t too sure. Now I am not to sure either. I think maybe I might be a boy.”
I asked her, “What would you like me to do?”
Barbara said, “I thought you would know the difference between a girl and a boy, you know, down there.”
She pointed her finger at my crotch, “If I show you what I look like down here, will you let me see what you look like down there?”
“Are you sure Barbara?”
“I have never seen a boy naked before and I don’t have any brothers or sisters to compare myself to. You know a penis or a vagina.”
I thought to myself all summer you have been trying to get a girl to take her panties off for you, now don’t blow it Jake Barbara is going to do it for you.
I told her, “I have seen other girls and boys naked so I think I know the difference.”
Barbara just stood there as if she wanted me to go first. I thought to myself, I am going to get my butt paddled again.
I took her lead and slowly undid the top button of my Levis then the rest. I pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles; there I was with my dick hanging out for all the world to see.
Barbara stepped towards me to take a closer look; I told her, “You can touch it if you want to.”
That must have been the magic word as she reached out and slowly started to feel my balls and then the shaft I was now slowly starting to recover from the shock of what had been happening. That was all changing now, my dick was starting to swell and it twitched as she touched it, I watched as she pulled her hands away.
“It will be alright Barbara if you want to continue doing what you were doing; all boys do this when they get excited.”
Barbara returned to what she was doing and slowly explored the full length of my dick; she was holding its head in her hand and lightly squeezing it so she could look into its opening. I could hardly speak but was able to explain to her the hole in the end was where the pee came out and the sack she was holding in her other hand had two testicles in it.
Barbara was gentle as she proceeded to explore my balls; she squeezed gently one and then the other. She raised my ball sack as high as she could and looked under it. I was puzzled at what she was doing to my balls but it felt good. Barbara let my balls drop and went back to exploring my hard dick.
I said, “When it becomes hard it can be put into a girl’s vagina and that is how a boy and girl makes love.”
She didn’t say anything; she just continued to feel it all over. As I became more excited I finally said, “Barbara, do you look like me?”
Her reply was, “Well sort of but...”
“Show me what you look like.”
She pulled her dress up to her waist and slowly pulled her panties down to her knees, as she let her panties drop to the floor she stepped out of them. She let her dress fall back down as she bent over to pick up her panties she put them into one of the workbench drawers and closed it.
I finally said, “My father explained both the female and male anatomy to me with the use of a medical book he had and the names of the different body parts. I think I know the difference.”
Barbara reached down and slowly raised her dress up to her waist again but I could sense she was reluctant to continue. I reassured her I wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want me to do. That seemed to do the trick.
I got down on my knees in front of her and said, “Spread your legs a little further apart Barbara.”
She held her dress up and slowly spread her feet farther apart so I could look between her legs. I said, “I am going to touch you.”
She nodded her head with her approval.
Barbara was right; her clitoris was very large although it didn’t appear to be a penis like mine. I put my hand between her legs and slowly started to explore her clitoris. It was about a half inch long, I tried to push the skin back as I did with mine, it wouldn’t move but the little button stuck out and when I touched it she made a sudden jerk letting me know it was sensitive to my touch.
As I held her clitoris between my fingers, I asked her, “Is this what your girl friend was referring to?”
Her breathing was becoming more rapid as she nodded her head again and said, “Yes Jake.”
I said, “I am going to spread your pussy lips apart and try to look into it.”
She closed her eyes as I spread her pussy lips further apart with my fingers, she had a hole there I told her, “I am going to put my finger inside you.”
I slowly started to shove my finger into her; she let out with a big gasp and said, “Ok Jake.”
As I started to slide my finger in and out of her pussy, she shuddered. I held my finger still and then I slowly started to move it in and out of her again. Barbara tried to squat on my hand and her legs started to quiver. All of a sudden, she let her juices gush, my hand got wet from her climax. I slowly finished her off; as she started to relax, I removed my finger from her pussy and said. “Barbara, you are all girl although your clitoris is a little larger than most other girls I have seen.”
Her breathing was almost back to normal. I asked her, “Would you take my dick in your hand and move it up and down for me?”
Barbara slowly started to jack me off; I was starting to get excited. All of a sudden, Barbara bent over and put the whole length of my dick into her mouth then started to suck wildly on it. I started to move my hips back and forth until she took her mouth off of my dick and sunk down to her knees in front of me she said, “cum in my mouth Jake.”
As she put her mouth back over the head of my dick, I could feel her hot breath on its shaft. It was too much for me, I told her I am going to cum as I filled her mouth as I came. She sucked harder on my dick; it must have been too much for her to swallow as some of it ran down her chin. I thought she was going to choke but she swallowed the rest of it. She continued to lick the full length of my dick as if to clean it. My dick was still hard as she stroked it some more.
Barbara stood up as she turned around she backed up against the workbench and with a little hop, she was up on top of it. As she raised her legs, she scooted around and lay down on her back she pulled her dress up and spread her legs as she reached out to take my still hard dick in her hand telling me to get up on the workbench with her. Barbara reached into her bra and pulled out a rubber, and then helped me to put it on. She said, “Put it in me Jake.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. I was between her legs and my hard dick just seemed to know where it was supposed to go. I shoved it into her as far as I could and started pumping her fast and hard. She came two times before I started to cum my second time. I shoved my dick into her hot pussy just as far as I could and shot my load deep inside of her. When we relaxed, I was lying between her legs on top of her, I told Barbara, “I want to suck on your titties.”
I unbuttoned the front of her dress and there was the prettiest pair of titties that I had ever seen. I took her left titty out of her bra and put it in my mouth I started to suck on her hard nipple as she started to make little sounds down deep in her throat. I moved my mouth over to her right titty and sucked it as far into my mouth as I could. Barbara wrapped her legs around me as she started to cum again for her third time. I rubbed up and down on her pelvis until she finished coming. We cleaned up with a rag and then I helped her put her panties back on. After we readjusted our clothes, I told Barbara, “I think I have been snookered.”
Barbara began to get a big smile on her face and asked me, “Did you enjoy it Jake?”
I replied, “I liked it very much, I would like to do it again sometime.”
Barbara smiled again then kissed me long and hard. She said, “Jake, it was good for me too.”
We went back to her back porch hand in hand to sit on the steps. As we sat there I put my arm around her, we kissed again as I played with her titty.
When Grandma was ready to go home I kissed Barbara good-bye, I told her I would be back to visit her.
The next week Dad picked me up and took me back home so I could start school.
When school finally let out for the year all I could think about was getting back to the ranch and Barbara.
Grandma asked me if I remembered Barbara Grant. Then she told me Barbara had married a fellow in the service and that they moved to California where he was stationed.
I think Grandma suspicioned Barbara and I diddled the day we visited their house last fall. I believe it was her way of telling me it was all over between Barbara and me.
I never saw Barbara again but I never forgot her either, she took my virginity.
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