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A Life Long Journey, Part 5
This is the story of my journey into the life of womanhood. It is the
result of my own memories and the stories told to me by Momma and other
relatives about my growing up. Some of this may not be accurate as my
memories of certain events might be colored by my feelings or my age at
the time. Still I have tried to be honest about them.
As we got to the car, Steve opened the back door for me. As I sat down, I
made sure to smooth my skirt under me but still, as I slid across the
seat to make room for Steve, it kind of rose up and showed a bit more of
my legs than I had intended to show. And to make matters worse for me,
the seat was cold against my bare legs.
The ride to the theater was pleasant enough. Steve and I talked about
school, things that were happening there, and the teachers. He was a
basketball player for the school. I mentioned that I had been to a few of
the games and had seen him playing. I said that even though he could not
hear me, I was always cheering for him when he did something good. And he
wanted to know all about me.
With a sigh, I told him I was rather boring. I wanted to take ballet when
I was little but was not allowed to. I had wanted to at least try out for
the cheerleaders but, once again, my parents would not allow it. I lied
and said it was because they didn't have the money for any of that. I had
to be content with going to the local library and getting books to read.
He asked me how Amy and I had met. I told him we had met when my family
moved next door to her. We had become good friends real fast and had been
friends since we were very young.
Finally came the question I feared but knew would be asked. He asked "why
haven't I seen you at school before?" Butterflies started to flutter in
the pit of my stomach. The only thing I could think of was to say, "Maybe
you did and just hadn't noticed me. I am not all that noticeable."
"You are to me. You are very pretty. I really like the skirt and top you
have on."
Blushing I think I muttered something like "thank you. I picked it out
hoping you would like it.
The whole time we were talking, I could see his mother look in the
rearview mirror from time to time at the two of us and just smile. I was
not sure what she was thinking until we got out of the car at the
theater. She handed Steve some money, told me I looked very pretty, and
said she would come back after the movie to get us. All Steve had to do
was call and let her know. With that, she drove off, leaving us there.
Next door to the theater was a small pizza place. The one Steve had
mentioned as a possible place for lunch. I asked if we could just forget
about lunch. My nerves and the excitement of being on my first date had
killed my appetite. He was so sweet. He agreed and off we went to see the
movie.
Steve and I went to the box office to get our tickets. I still remember
that movie. We were going to see the movie "Mulan."
Inside the theater, Steve asked me if I wanted to have some popcorn and a
soda. I told him I would share a little of his popcorn but I would like a
small drink for myself (I was nervous and excited so I didn't feel very
hungry at the time). With our snacks in hand, we went to the screen and
found our seats. We continued to talk until just before the movie was to
start.
Suddenly I felt the urge to go pee. Excusing myself, and taking my purse,
I made my way to that area of womanhood that is forbidden to men. As
scared as I was, I knew I would have to use the women's restroom dressed
as I was. The only other things I could do would be to use the men's (not
really an option for me) or wet myself (again, not an option).
Inside you could tell it was for women. There were none to the usual
things found in the men's restroom. The colors were soft and feminine.
There were places for the used sanitary napkins in the stalls.
I felt so relieved when I walked in and there was no one else there. I
entered the first stall and closed the door. Hanging my purse on the
hook, I lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties, turned around and sat
down on the toilet. I just barely made it. I had not realized just had
badly I needed to pee.
As soon as I finished with that, I decided to change my pad. I had to
admit, it was a bit damp because I had leaked a bit. All the excitement I
guess caused it. Removing the used pad from my panties, I carefully
wrapped it in tissue just like Amy had instructed me to do. Then I took a
new one from my purse, opened it up and placed it in my panties.
With the new pad in place, I carefully pulled my panties up and lowered
my skirt. With my purse on my shoulder, I stopped at the sink to wash my
hands. Looking in the mirror, I decided I needed to freshen up my lip
gloss. With that done, I returned to my seat next to Steve, just as the
theater grew dark.
Of course we had to "wade" thru the previews of coming movies before our
movie started. From time to time, Steve would lean over and whisper, do
you think that would be a movie you would like to see? Some of them were
but others were not. I had a feeling he would like to see me and take me
out again. That only brought a smile to my face even if he couldn't see
it in the dark.
Finally the movie started. Without thinking, he offered to let me have
some of his popcorn. At first I took just a few kernels. But soon my hand
was dipping into the bag more and more often. Then it happened. We both
reached into the bag at the same time and our hands touched. I don't know
if he felt it, but I felt a tingling all over. It was like an electrical
shock had struck me and flowed thru my whole body. Not that it was
unpleasant. Quite the contrary. It was a very pleasant feeling. After
that, I tried to put my hand in the bag so our hands would touch again. I
loved that feeling so much.
Finally the movie was over and it was time for us to leave. As we walked
out of the theater, Steve asked me if I would like to go and get some ice
cream before he called his mom to pick us up. When I said I would love
that, you should have seen the smile on his face.
I found out that he loves strawberry ice cream which was a very good
thing. Without knowing that he likes strawberry, Amy and I had decided
that I should wear strawberry flavored lip gloss. And he found out I love
chocolate.
As we sat there eating our ice cream, we talked about the movie and
things of interest to the two of us. It was nothing really deep, just
small talk.
Finally it was time for us to go. Going to a pay phone, he called his
mother and told her it was time to come and get us. We were to wait for
her outside the theater. As we were standing there waiting for her, he
reached down and took my hand in his. I was surprised but so glad he did.
Once more I felt the tingling all over. Maybe this would be the start of
a relationship for the two of us.
Once again, he opened the car door for me and allowed me in first with
him sitting beside me. But on the trip home, things were a bit different.
He kept putting his hand on mine and smiling at me. He even put his hand
on my knee once. I think he did that without thinking because as soon as
he realized what he had done, he removed it and was blushing. But then, I
was blushing too.
Once we got to my house, he opened the door for me and then, as soon as I
was out, closed it. He took my hand and walked me to my door. Standing
there, I told him I had a lot of fun and hoped we could do it again
sometime. Then I leaned over and kissed him. The first time it was just a
little peck on the cheek. When I saw the surprised look on his face, I
knew I had to kiss him again. This time it was fully on the mouth. I
pressed my lips against his. The kiss didn't really last that long but to
me it felt like an eternity. It was almost like time had stopped for us
and I was floating above the ground.
All too soon, the kiss stopped and he turned to go. I got my keys out of
my purse and went inside. As soon as I had just closed the door and heard
the car leave, I was out the back door and rushed over to Amy's house. I
pounded on the door until she opened it and let me in.
I had to change out of the outfit and back into those awfully boy things
I was forced to wear. As I did, Amy kept asking me all about my date. I
told her everything, how I had used the women's restroom, what he had
said and did. I told her about the feeling I had when we touched and he
held my hand. I even told her about the kissing on the front porch.
Then she said something I had not thought of. Being on the front porch
like that, someone may have seen me in my skirt, kissing Steve. What
would I say if anyone told Momma and Daddy about it. At that point, I
really didn't care what anyone would say or think. All I knew was that I
had actually kissed a boy and enjoyed it.
That night and for weeks afterwards, I would pray myself to sleep,
begging to be made a girl as I slept. In the morning, I would cry to find
that I was still a boy. I wanted to be a girl more than ever. I even
thought about sneaking into the kitchen after everyone was asleep,
getting the biggest knife I could find and cutting off this thing I had
between my legs. That gross thing that kept me from being a girl. Luckily
I never did. I found out later that if I had, it might have prevented me
from being considered for my SRS.
I started having dreams of being a girl and getting married to Steve. In
my dreams, I would walk down the aisle of the church in a white wedding
gown. There he stood waiting for me, in his tuxedo, looking so handsome.
For our honeymoon, we would go on a Caribbean cruise, just the two of us.
And on our wedding night, I would come out of the bathroom in a long
silky white night gown (no panties on underneath). Crawling onto the bed
where he waited, we would make sweet passionate love to each other. The
result of his having sex with me was that I would be pregnant with his
child.
I spent as much time as I could over at Amy's, wearing her things and
talking about Steve. My heart would flutter every time I saw him at
school. I went to as many basketball games as I could and often would
yell myself almost horse for him. I would leave notes in his locker
telling him how often I thought of him.
I so wanted to go out with him again, to feel him hold my hand, getting
kissed by him one more time. But, alas, it was not to be. Just three
weeks after our date, Steve's father was transferred to another state. I
never heard or saw him ever again.
Even though there were other cute boys at school, no one would ever make
me feel the way Steve did. I guess you never forget your first crush.
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