Ladyboy Secrets SeXStoRY

LADYBOY DIARY by utubeslut forgive the misspellings but inocent words get sensored by the auto censeless Diaries can be dangerous and have unexpected consequences if they fall into the wrong hands. Or the right hands …. Early Spring and that meant a visit from my Aunt Becky and my cousin Susie. I loved Susie but she was kinda weird. She had mood swings like she had permanent PMS, very unpredictable. Otherwise she was very sweet. Crazy bitch. The neighborhood girls were drawn to Susie like a magnet. Crazy people have 'followers....' Of course Susie phoned a few neighbor girls a week before so when she and Aunt Becky and Uncle Mike arrived a half dozen more girls showed up. Of course they all gathered in my room since I was the only “girl”in the house. Mom and my aunt and uncle stayed in the kitchen talking and sipping wine. I was dressed for inside the house; comfortable but skimpy white shorts, bare feet with robin's egg blue polish, and an old powder blue tee shirt that I was now sorry I wore because my very large nipples were fully erect and poking through like torpedoes. My arms were also completely bare and my shoulders and underarms were on full display because I had gotten creative with scissors. After a few uncomfortable peeks and stares I just held my pillow over my boobs. A knock on the door, then mom peeked her head in and told us the three of them were going to get some stuff for the BBQ. That meant they'd be gone for at least an hour. They were all sitting on my bed taking and laughing but I was excluded from the conversations because they didn't know how to deal with me. Suddenly crazy Susie had my diary in her hands. I had left it under my bed “What's this??” she said devilishly, “My little hermaphrodite cousine has a DIARY??” “NO!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!” I screamed Thank GOD I didn't have anything about my 'clients' in there. Susie threw my precious book of secrets on my dresser, pushed me down and in one fluid motion pulled up my top and grabbed my nipples. She was an athlete, a swimmer and much stronger than me. I struggled but she held me down and kept working on my nipps. She knew my nipples are my Kryptonite. I become totally submissive when my nipples are grabbed or sucked. But this was my diary, my heart, so I would not give up so easily. Then she took my left nipple in her mouth, the one she knew was my most sensitive. Thirty seconds later I was conquered. “You bitch.” I said, weakly. She told Lisa to read my diary out loud. Lisa, beautiful Lisa, literally the girl next door, yet light yeas away. She was about to find out how I felt about her and I was terrified. Everything was neatly indexed; Guys, teachers, neighbors, experiences, events, etc The pages could be removed, rearranged and extra pages could be added. A perfect diary. She read first through Guys: Tony D. medium large cock, funny little mole on the left side, well trimmed pubes, cums too quick. I thinned out some anbesol in some water and rubbed it on his cock head and he lasted much longer. One girl suddenly exploded, “THAT CHEATING M0THERFOCKER!!!!” and stormed out of the house. Susie was still doing my tits to keep me under control. She said, “Look ME up” “Cousin Susie: LOVE her to death! Unpredictable, capable of cruelty but really a sweet person, superb athlete, smart, beautiful. I admire her soooo much. Susie let go of me, ashamed. Lisa looked up Neighbors: Lisa, next door neighbor. My secret crush. I love her for real. I fantasize about kissing her and making real love with her, not like some sick old perv fucking me for pieces of green paper or a necklace. She's so beautiful but I'm too afraid to tell her I love her. I couldn't stand it if she went EWWW I would kill myself. But i'm a freak of nature. How could she love me back? I'm not a boy, I'm not a girl. I look like a girl, I have nice tits and a beautiful face and figure but no guy would ever marry me. So now i'm a whore. All i'm good for is to get fucked. But I watch her all the time. The way she moves, her beautiful red hair, her perfect long legs I love it when she sings in her backyard. Such a beautiful voice. But I know she sees me as a freak and a filthy whore and she's right. I'm not worthy of her. I was crying as I wrote that and I allowed two teardrops to fall on the page and I held it up so they'd run down the page. That book was my heart. By now everyone was silent. Almost everyone was crying. Lisa had started crying when she scanned her pages, before she read it aloud. Our eyes met. The look in her eyes made the tears pour down my face. Pure love, kindness, compassion. She tipped her head down at my diary and added a few of her own tears and held it up it let them run down the page, then set it down to dry. I was sitting up, cross-legged, Susie was sitting on the edge of the bed, not looking at me, wiping away tears. Lisa walked over to me, got on the bed and walked closer on her knees. Our eyes never parted for an instant. “You dumb slut. I love you too.” We hugged each other forever. Everyone else silently filed out of the room and closed the door behind them. ----------------------------------------------------------------- And now, THE TRUE STORY: All the names were changed. I loved cousin Susie to death. She lived a few minutes away. She was a swimmer and I loved wrestling with her and feeling her strength and her muscles as she pinned me down, fondled my tits and kissed me. We were lovers. Lisa, my next door neighbor, caught me spying on her a few times. It was July. Summer vacation. One day she struck up a conversation with me and I invited her in. mom was at work, my b*****rs were on one of their stupid fishing trips. We went to my room, I took out a brand new fifth of Stoli vodka. I went out to the kitchen for glasses, ice, a bottle of Perrier, cranberry juice, then buttered two keiser rolls and rejoined her. I was so excited at the thought of having a girlfriend. NO, a FRIEND girlfriend. You pervs :) “Old Russian secret.” I said “First we eat the buttered rolls, drink plain juice, wait a few minutes then we drink. I learned that from one of my (OH SHIT) f-from my doctor. We both fell silent. I blushed. She knew I was about to say “one of my johns.” We ate our rolls, drank juice. “For every drink of vodka we drink an equal amount of water. The hydration will prevent hangover.” “Did you learn that from your...doctor too?” she teased. I answered, “Yeah” in a subdued voice. Then I mixed a couple of strong drkinks. I could tell she was not a vIrgin to alc0hol. We talked for close to an hour, drkinking, giggling like idiots. At one point I said, “Don't think you're gonna get me drupnk and have your way with me.” like a Southern belle. “I heard you don't NEED alc0hol to do that.” but she said it in a friendly way. “Fuck you.” I said laughingly. “Yah, you'd like to.” I blushed again, even with the alcohol lowering my inhibitions. I looked down at my glass and sipped my vodka and cranberry juice. We each made a couple of trips to the bathroom, talked, laughed, giggled. joked. I was so happy. Finally we cleaned up, I walked her to the door and hugged for a second . She had a troubled look on her face. I asked her what was wrong. She looked deeply into my eyes and said, I realize now you're a human being. A very NICE human being. She kissed me on the cheek and left. I was feeling drKunk and very content. I opened my dresser drawer to write a new entry. It was gone. I P'eed myself a little and collapsed to my knees. “no...no..nooo.” The next day I threw on a bathrobe and answered the doorbell. (I went naked when mom wasn't home.) Lisa stood there, looking deeply into my eyes. She looked more beautiful than ever. She walked in, handed me my diary and said, “You dumb slut, I'm a lesbian.” I answered “So am I” as she pressed me against the wall and kissed me. I opened my robe and let it fall to the floor. We were girlfriends. Yes, lovers. You pervs :) She explained to me later that she was scared I was spying on her and searched my room looking for something that might explain what I was up to. (She also spied and watched my b*****rs pile into the car with our unkel for the fishing trip.) My diary explained everything perfectly. I also found extra tear streaks in Lisa's entry.