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It doesn't make any difference
I was a mom's boy and looked it. five ft. four, with a build better suited to
the girl mother wanted rather than what she got. I wore a suit and tie
everyday because mother said I should look my best at all times. I wore my
hair long because mother said I should look modern. She was way out of
date but what could I say? I wore glasses because mother said the bigger
boys wouldn't pick on a little kid with glasses. She was wrong! She used
to drive me to school every morning and pick me up at night. If she didn't
the big boys would beat me up and throw me and mud.
I bet they wouldn't do that if Daddy was here. I remember Daddy, he was
big and strong and he loved me. He gave me a little stuffed dog. He said
in had a cute little nose just like me, then he kissed my nose and left .
I never saw him again. He was killed in the war. I still had that little
dog or what was left of it. Mother had to patch the nose so many times
there was almost nothing left of the face but that didn't stop me from
loving it and kissing a good night every night for years.
I got good grades in school, not that I was smart .I spent more time
studying than other kids did. But I didn't make any friends. Nobody liked
me. I didn't blame them, I didn't like me either ,but what could I do? I
seldum went out without mother for fear the big boys would beat me up and
throw me in the mud. After school I helped mother around the house. I
learned to cook and clean and even sow a little. At night I would read or
watch TV or study.
In my senior year mother looked into colleges. She picked one in the West
but she was concerned about the drinking and stuff she thought went on in
the dormitory. So she made arrangements( mother was a very good at making
arrangements) for me to share an apartment with another boy off campus.
She filled out the college applications and I signed them but I didn't pay
much attention to them. I really didn't care much about college or
anything else or that matter. When I was accepted she packed my things and
shipped them out early so I wouldn't have any bags to carry. She decided
that I would go out two weeks early to learn about the town and the school.
On the apointed day,when I boarded the airplane I was one scared little
boy. My first flight, my first time away from home, I was going to a town
I didn't know, to live with a boy at I had never met, to go to a school I
had only read about. No wonder I was scared but I got there and found the
apartment without too much difficulty. I still wasn't sure of myself and I
was still scared.
When I opened the door of the apartment I saw it was basically one large
room with two dressers, two desks, two beds, and other assorted furniture.
There was a large closet on one side and a small kitchen and bath on the
other. In the center sitting in the only easy chair was the most beautiful
human being I had ever seen! He was gorgeous! Light brown hair handsome
face broad shoulders wide chest , strong armes and narrow waste. I didn't
dare look below his waste but I knew he was beautiful there two
I held out my hand and said "I'm Jackie Anderson". . He stood up and said
sternly "step forward" I was so surprised at this greeting that I did just
what he said. He put his finger on top of my head and told me to turn
around slowly. Somewhat confused I did as I was told. He mumbled to
himself "it will work. It's going to work out all right. To me he said
"Unpack yrur things and put them away."
I wasn't pleased with this reception but there was not much I can do about
it. So I asked which dresser was mine.
WOW!!!
With a speed I still find hard to believe he grabbed my arm, twisted it up
behind my back and slamming me into the wall shouted "This is my apartment
and everything in it belongs to me! Do you you understand?" Under the
circumstances the only answer I could think of was "yes sir". I never
called Frank by his name ..From that moment on he was "Sir" as far as I was
concerned.
Crash! I smashed into the dresser. "This is my dresser" he shouted.
"Yes sir" I wimpered.
"Louder!" he shouted and slapped me in the head.
"Yes Sir" I screamed.
Crash! I smashed into the other dresser. "This is my other dresser!"he
yelled.
"Yes Sir" I replyed, louder this time.
In this way I was introduced to his desk, his other desk, his bed, his
other bed, his floor, his window, his ceiling, and all the other things in
the apartment. When we had made a complete inventory on the place and I
had a thorough understanding of the ownership of each and every item he
finally stopped and said"Tell me what you have and I will tell you where to
put it."
My armes were so sore by that time that I had trouble opening the boxes but
I managed, and the game began.
"Socks Sir "
"Lower riight hand drawer"
"Yes Sir "
Smack, he hit me in the face.
"You didn't thank me for allowing you to use the space." He said
"Yes sir ,sorry Sir,thank you Sir."
"T-shirts Sir"
"Lower left hand drawer"
"Yes Sir thank you Sir"
"Leather belt Sir"
"On my desk"
"Yes Sir thank you Sir"
"Picture Sir"
"Over my other bed"
"Yes Sir thank you Sir"
And so it went on and on. It was like the game we used to play as
children, where you have to do everything Simon says. A few times I would
drop a " sir" or" thank you "just to see if he was listening. This always
resulted in a slap, a punch, or some other painful reminder that he was in
charge. Actually it was kind of fun and I didn't care which drawer my
socks went in any way.
When I had emptyed all the boxes and taken out the trash I thought it was
time for a break. So I said "break time" and started to light up a
cigarette.
WOW WOW and dubble WOW ! ! !
He grabbed me with one hand and threw me down on his desk. With his other
hand he pulled down my pants and shorts! He grabbed the belt off the desk
and smacked my ass shouting "you don't smoke!" He hit me again and again
shouting "you don't smoke"
By the fifth time he hit me I had decided that it would be best if I gave
up smoking.
By the tenth time I realized that I definitely did not smoke.
But it went on and on , I bucked, I wiggled ,I squrmed, I yelled, I cried,
I pleeded, I beged, but still it went on.and on.
Finally when he had reduced me to a sniveling mess with a very sore ass he
stopped and told me to pull up my pants. I wasn't sure I could even stand
up let alone pull up my pants, but I did it somehow.
He made me collect all of my cigarettes and marched me into the bathroom.
He made me neal down in front of the hopper and flush every single
cigarette down the toilet. This all seemed unnecessary to me because after
all ,I didn't smoke.
Than he marched me back to the desk and made me empty my pockets. He
confiscated my lighter, all my change, and my wallet with my cash and
credit cards in it. He said I wouldn't need any money. If I wanted
anything I was to ask him and he would take care of it. This didn't please
me, but then again mother always handled the cash at home, so I guessed it
wouldn't make much difference.
Back to the game. Now it was "sweep the floor" "clean the Windows" and so
forth. When the apartment was as clean as it ever had been he stopped,
grabbed me by the neck and marched me out to the car. I got in with a
minimum of crying and wimpering due to my sore ass and off we went to a
restaurant where he ordered for bouth of us.
He had a salid followed by a thick stake and a baked potato washed down
with a beer. I had meatloaf mashed potatoes and green beans washed down
with milk. None of which I would eat at home but I cleaned my plate
anyway. I didn't think Sir would appreciate leftovers. For desert he had
pie with ice cream and coffee I had jello with wiped cream and water.
It was only fair, after all Sir was bigger than me and deserved better
food. After the meal Sir added a generes tip and paid for it with my
credit card.
Then it was back to the car. We rode around awhile and finally stopped and
a large sporting goods store. I followed him in with my usual slouching
shoulders and hanging head.. We went up one Isle and down the next until
suddenly he stopped and said "pick one". When I looked up I realized we
were standing in front of a display of ping pong paddles! Myself, I don't
much care for the game, and I didn't think Sir was going to enter a
tournament, but I picked one anyway and handed it to him. He paid for it
with my credit card and we headed back to the apartment..
Once in the apartment Sir said "strip!". This scared me. With my sore ass
I was in no mood to be spenked but I striped down anyway.Sir handed me a
towel and told me to go take a shower. He told me to call him when I
wanted him to wash my back.
The shower felt so good ,I stayed in it as long as I could. It was the
first time I had been alone and I had some thinking to do. Considering all
that had happened I decided that life really wasn't that bad and I would
just have to learn to live with Sir. When I started out of the bathroom to
tell Sir that I wasn't mad at him he shuved me back in shouting "I told you
to call me! Now get back in there and stay there till you do as I say!"
There really wasn't much I could do so I called out meekly "Sir, Would you
please come in and help me wash my back? Please Sir, I realy need your
help." Sir came in and started massaging my neck and shoulders. He really
knew what he was doing and as he worked my sore muscles the pain just
seemed to melt away. It really felt good but he didn't stop there. He
reached around and started washing my chest. He pinched my niples so they
stood up straight and hard, than he ran his palms over them to excite them
even more. This sent strange feelings throughout my body. I felt my cock
begin to get hard . I couldn't stop it. I knew he'd see it, but there was
no place to hide in the shower.
He continued working down my body over my abdomen and lower back finally he
was massageing the cheeks of my ass. He used some lotion that made them not
quite so sore as they had been. I jumped when I felt his finger run allong
the crack of my ass. Then was totaly shocked when I fellt his finger
inside me! I didn't dare say anything . I just stood there and let hin do
what he wanted to me. What else could I do? Suddenly he dropped to his
knees and started washing my feet lifting each one carefully. He worked
his way back, up to my knees and thyes.Giveing a fast swipe at my now rigid
cock the stood up and said "now it's your turn"
I turned around but Sir didn't! We stood facing each other! I started to
tell Sir to turn around but decided it was not my place to tell Sir to do
anything. If he wanted to turn around he didn't need me to tell him how to
do it.
I started washing his shoulders and. chest giving special attention to his
niples just as he had done with me. When I tried to reach his back I wound
up hiding him with my face buried in the hair on his chest. I found rather
enjoyed this position and the strong manley smell. I stayed in this
position as my hands worked down his back in until I was rubbing his ass.
I ran my finger along his crack but didn't have the nerve to do anything
more.
I dropped to my knees and started working on his feet just as he had done
with me. I worked slowly up past his knees to his thyes. Then I looked up
and there it was! that magnificent cock!
IT WASEN'T MY FALT !!! I COULD'T HELP IT !!!
I couldn't take my eyes off it. It was fascinating. I had never seen a
man's cock before (we didn't have showers at my school) it was so big and
beautiful. I wanted so much to touch it so badley I coullden't stop myself.
As my hand closed around it two little drops of pre cum osed from its slit.
My tung just popped out of my head and licked those little drops away.
I was terrified by what I had dune! Maybe Sir would like me! Maybe he
wouldn't be my roommate! Maybe he'd be mad ta me! Maybe he would beat me
up and throw me in the mud!
I looked pleadingly up at Sir and he just smiled down at me and stroked my
hair. I kissed the head of that beautiful cock and took it in my mouth.
It was so big ! I ran my tung around the head explored the slit. I sucked
it in farther. I worked my way up and down it taking more and more of that
glorious cock into my mouth. It was wonderful ! My cock was so stiff and
hard I thought it would explode. I kept an it, sucking and linking his cock
and balls, I was really enjoying it. Then I felt his cock twich and jerk.
He shot load after load of that delicious salty cum into my mouth and down
my throat. I swallowed it as fast as I could but still it ran out my mouth
and down my chin. I kept on sucking and linking his cock in until I felt
it begin to soften, I didn't want to stop..
He lifted me up by my shoulders and kissed me. Nobody had ever kissed me
like that before! Mother would give me a peck on the cheek, but nothing
like this! To do His tung! It was in my mouth and mine in his! My
emotions flew in all directions! His arms were crushing me against his big
hairey chest. his legs were gripping my throbing cock. I couldn't breathe!
I didn't care! I shot my load between his legs! I wanted it to go on
forever, but of course it didn't.
He led me out into the other room and patted me dry. I think I driyed him
two, I'm not sure. My head was still spinning. He wrapped me in a big
towel and setting in the easy chair took me on his lap. He kept kissing me
and fondeling me, his hands were everywhere! I was so confused and excited
I hugged him and kissed him back. I don't know why, I just did. Then he
led me over to his desk and squeezed some KY jelly into my hand. I knew
what he wanted. I reached down and greesed his now hard cock. Turning me
around he bent me over the desk and started greesing my ass. Then I felt
him inside me! First one finger then two wigeling and opening my hole. I
squrmed and moaned but it felt good. Then I felt his hard prick pressing up
against my ass!!!
IT HERT!!! I screamed and he yelled. I thought I was being split apart!
Finally he stopped and gradually the pain faded away to be replaced by pure
pleasure. It felt oh so good. He started moving in and out of me slowly
rubbing my cock against the blotter on the desk. I couldn't believe how
good it felt. He started moving faster and faster I was bucking up against
him and he was slamming it into my ass. I felt him shoot his load deep
inside of me as I shot mine all over the desk. (I was spanked for that
later) He lay on top of me for a few minutes while his prick gradually
softend. Pulling out of me he led me back to the shower where we cleaned
up before he gently put me to bed. I lay their quietly while he locked the
door and put out the lights.
Then he got into the same bed as me! ( We never did use his "other bed") He
took me in his arms and we made love. Before we had sex but now we made
LOVE! It was heven. He kissed my nose like Daddy. He kissed my eyes. He
nibbled my ears. He nuseled my neck. He kissed me all over. I kissed him
back, I couldn't get enough of him. I sucked his cock, he flocked my ass,
but it was different now ! This was Love! It was so strange and gentle and
wonderful.
Finally he lay back. I lay with my head on his shoulder and his strong
arm around me. It was so peaceful and quiet. I felt so warm and
comfortable, so safe and contended. I knew Sir would care for me and
protect me and make everything come out okay. I drifted off to sleep
thinking what I wonderful world this was.
The next morning I woke early and carefully got out of bed so not to wake
Sir. I slipped quietly into the kitchen to start breakfast. When the
coffee was ready I poured a cup, carefully added cream and sugar the way
Sir liked it and placed it on the table by his bed so he could have it when
he first woke up.
As I looked down, he was so handsome sleeping there. I gently pulled the
covers down to see his beautiful shoulders and broad hairey chest. When I
continued there it was, that beautiful cock laying quietly in its bed of
hair I nelt down by the bed and gently stroked it. I could feel it move
and slowly become hard. I bent and kissed it. With that he woke and
turned so I was between his legs. I took it in my mouth and sucked it
gently. Oh how I loved sucking his cock. Each time it was different but
oh so nice, so enjoyable ,so wonderful.
I fixed breakfast. Bacon eggs and tost for Sir served at the table. Cereal
and milk for me eaten standing up in the kitchen as I did the dishes. I
also had two large glasses of water. I was thirsty for some reason.
After breakfast Sir told me to dress all in black and took me to the mall.
We wandered around and stopped at a pet shop. I was surprised because I
didn't think Sir head that much interest in our four legged friends. I
followed him into the shop with my usual slumping posture and again we went
up one Isle and down the next when he stopped and I looked up. We were
standing in front of the display of dog collars and leashs! When he told
me to pick a collar I selected the wide black one with diamond shaped studs
all-around it. Sir put the collar on me right there are and ordered a
little tag that said "property of Frank Thompson" it even hand his phone
number on it incase I got lost. While the clerk was making the tag, I
thought to myself "I belonged to Sir" I had never belonged to anybody
before. As I thought about it it felt nice. " I belonged to Sir." Nobody
else in the world could say that. It made me feel special. I wanted to
make him proud of me. I was going to be his cute little dog and we were
going to have fun together.
When we left the store I had my head up ,shoulders back ,prancing happily
behind Sir on my leash. We went all-around the mall stopping now and then
as I learned to sit, lay, rollover, bark and other doggy tricks. It was
fun. People stopped and laughed and we put on quite a show.
When it was lunchtime Sir led me to a restaurant where I sat under the
table while he fed me tidbits and scraps. The problem was I had to go to
the men's room. I told Sir but he just bopped me gently on the head with a
handle of the leash and told me to be a good dog. I tried to hold it. I
didn't want to bother Sir with my problems but it got worse. I couldn't
hold it! I wet myself all down the front. I was embarrassed. I tried to
crawl farther under the table, but Sir's legs were in the way. All I could
do was sit there and cry quietly. I remembered the last time . I was
playing under a table just like this when I wet my pants. Daddy was so mad
he spanked me. Sir was mad too. He yanked me out from under the table by
my leash and rubbed my nose in it. Then he dragged me through the mall and
back to the car. I was so unhappy. I was soaking wet, filthy dirty, so
embarrassed, and crying.Being Sir's little dog wasent fun annymore. Worst
of all I had embarrassed my master! When we got back to the apartment Sir
told me to strip and clean myself up. After that I learned the alternative
uses of ping-pong paddles. He spanked me hard and I was glad he did. I had
been bad and needed be spanked. But Sir never stayed mad long.
We had new rules in the apartment. I wasn't allowed to use the bathroom
without Sir's permission. If I wanted to use the toilet I would neal down
by the door, bark and raise one finger or two. If I wanted to use the sink
I would raise three. I wasn't allowed to use the shower alone. Why would
I want to? If I wanted to go into the closet I would neal their and bark.
I wasn't allowed on the furniture. If I wanted to sit in a chair I would
neal by the chair and bark. When Sir said "Out" I would run into the door
neal down and hold my leash in my mouth.
Sir took me lots of places to show me off . He took me to the museum and
the art gallery He took me to the zoo to see the other animals. He took me
to the park to play on the swings. He took me on a picnic, way up in the
mountains where I could wear just my collar all day. There was a lake
there and when I saw it I jumped in and started to swim. When I looked
back there was Sir standing on the bank glaring at me. I realized that
with all his strength and size Sir couldn't swim! When I swam back to the
shore he made me neil on the bank and open my mouth. He pissed all over
me. In my face, in my mouth, in my eyes, in my hair. Suddenly I wanted
it, I needed it, that warm piss in my mouth and on my face. That night in
the shower I nelt down and asked him to do it again, to punish me, to piss
on me. After that he did it almost every night.
I was having fun but I wanted to call my mother. Sir said I couldn't call
her until Sunday. Sunday finally came and I called mother but I didn't
know what to say to her. She couldn't understand why I called Frank "Sir",
I told her I liked him, by couldn't tell her how much. I told her he took
me to the mall, but I couldn't tell her what we did there. I told her he
took me to the zoo, but I couldn't tell her why. I told her he took me on
a picnic, by couldn't tell her what happened there. She didn't seem
comfortable either. She kept starting to ask a question and then changing
the subject. Finally she asked to speak to Frank alone. Sir made me go in
the bathroom and close the door while they talked.
Monday morning Sir told me to put on a swet shirt and pants with slip on
shoes, no underwear or stocks. We got in the car and Sir drove to a small
shopping center. He pulled up behind a row of stores and we entered the
back of Ms. Anne's beauty parlor. Ms.Ann was a middle-aged lady with
beautiful hair and gorgeous clothes. She told me to get undressed and
turnaround slowly. This upset me. I had never undressed in front of a
woman before, or at least not that I remembered. But Sir had told me to
obey her commands so again I did as I was told. She ordered me into the
shower where she shaved all the hair are off my body. I had figured out
that Sir wandered me dressed as a girl, but all this shaving seemed a
little much just to go to a costume party. Next she produced a pair of
very lifelike silicon breasts which she glued in place. The weight on my
chest seemed a little odd but I had to admit they really did look nice.
She handed me a pair of silk panties and matching bra. which I put on
without objection. She washed and set my hair in curlers while she painted
my finger in toe nails a bright pink.
As she combed out my hair I heard a couple of snips from her scissors and
realized I now had bangs. This botherd me but I figured I could cut them
off or even get a crew cut before school started. I was getting worried
about what I would looked like and how the boys would accept me at school.
When she started to shape my eyebrows I said "Please Ms. Ann, I start
school next week." She replied "don't worry you look just fine".
When she announced that she was going to pierce my ears I started to cry
"Please, Please Ms. Ann don't do that" I pleaded "The boys will see me,
they'll laugh at me ,they'll beat me up and throw me in mud!"
She stepped back with a shocked look on her face and said "You don't know?
They haven't told you?" She turned to Sir and said "You have to told her?
She doesn't know?". Turning back to me she said "Honey your signed up at
the college as a girl!"
That was more than I could take. I jumped out of the chair and started to
run to the front door. I was getting out of there! Then I stopped. I
didn't want to go there. I turned and ran toward the back door ,the car
was there. Then I stopped. I didn't want to go there. I turned again and
through my tears all I could see was Sir standing there alone. Then I knew
where I wanted to go. I ran over and jumped in his lap. I put my arms
around him and sobbed, great heaving sobbs He hugged me and kissed the top
of my head. He stroked my hair and told me it would be all right. He
would take care of it. As my sobbes deggenerated into little wimpers I
realized that it didn't make any difference.
IT DIDEN'T MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE! ! !
I didn't care if I was a boy, or a girl, or a dog, or a cat! So long as I
could sit in Sir's lap and he would hug me and kiss me and tell me it would
be all right. So long as I could take showers with him and go to bed with
him. So long as I could cook and clean for him. So long as I could do his
was and care for him. So long as I could belong to him. What difference
did it make?
When I got over my crying jagge I went over to Ms. Ann nelt down and begged
her to teach me how to be a girl. My week of training to be a girl started
right then.
WHAT A WEEK IT WAS! ! !
Every morning Sir would take me to see Ms. Ann. She taught me to do my
nails, fix my hair put on make up and dress like a girl. But she taught me
so much more. She taught me how to walk and talk how to stand and sit how
to dance and turn, what to eat and how to eat it, what to drink and how to
drink it. She also taught me how to turn boys on, and more importantly how
to turn them off. She taught me little tricks to drive Sir up the wall and
other little tricks to bring him back down again.
And in the afternoon we went SHOPPING!
Sir picked out panties and bras. He selected dresses and shoes,.slips and
skirts,blouses and sweaters. He chose coats and jackets, hand bags and
bracelet's, stockings,jewelry and thousands of other things a girl needs to
start college.
Every day was Christmas! I was overwhelmed. I asked about all the money
on my credit card, but Sir said mother knew about it, and he would take
care of it. He said it would be all right, so I didn't worry anymore.
Suddenly it was Sunday and I called my mother. The first thing she said
was "How's my daughter"! We talked for over at an hour, or I did I
couldn't stop talking. I told her everything, well not everything, there
are some things a girl doesn't even tell her mother. But I told her all
the important things. I told her about the blue cocktail dress, the yellow
sweater with sequens on it, the pink pearls Sir found for me I told her
about Ms. Ann and my hair and how nice was to wear make up and earrings. I
told her about the silver colored shoes with high heels and no toes. I told
her how I learned to dance in them and how my skirt swung out when I
turned. I talked on and on telling her about all the wonderful things Sir
had bought me. She said she wanted to see me and would fly out on
Friday. While Sir talked with her about hotel rooms and flight times I
danced around the apartment. I was so happy, mother was coming, and I
could show her all the beautiful things Sir had bought for me.
The next day was registration day. Registration day was organized
confusion, with thousands of students registering for hundreds of classes.
It was orientation here ,lecture their, sign in here, buy books there, get
assignments someplace else. We were all over campus. We met lots of other
students and I found that most of them were as confused and frightened as I
was, but I had Sir to tell me where to go and what to do so I didn't have
any problems.
I was amazed. They liked me! The girls liked me! they talked to me! The
boys liked me! Instead of beating me up and throwing me in the mud, they
carried my books, they opened doors, they were nice to me! My collar
attracted a lot of attention as I was afraid it would, but they liked it!
They all wanted to see it and know where I got it. It became an instant
fad! By the end of the week you could see dozens of them all over campus.
I doubt that many of the girls really understood what the collar stood for,
but that didn't matter. I was accepted, I was liked, and for the first
time in my life I liked me too!
Sir had his own classes to register for, and his own places to go. There
was no way we could have lunch together. Sir gave me me some money and
told me where to go and what to order. I was to have a cheese burger,
small fries and a Coke. For dessert I could have a large cookie. I was so
excited, I had never ordered for myself in a restaurant before. The cookies
looked so good I ordered two of them. I felt very brave eating that extra
cookie and I felt very spanked that night when I couldn't account for the
missing money. But Sir didn't spank me very hard and by the end of the
semester I was afraid I would gain weight from all those extra cookies.
It was fun, sometimes when I got out of class early I would run home to the
apartment, dress up in my boy clothes and meet Sir at the door saying "how
you like My apartment?" This got me thrown up against the wall which hurt,
but Sir enjoyed conquering a me and I enjoyed surrendering.
After dinner was always "study time". Sir was serious about "study time".
No TV, no unnecessary noise or talking. We hit the books and we hit them
hard sometimes until late at night. We didn't have sex every night, but we
didn't miss many nights either.
Suddenly it was Friday, time to pick up mother. When we met her at the
airport I broke and ran all the way across the terminal, with my leash
flopping behind me. I ran straight into her arms. She couldn't get over
how nice I looked , she was thrilled to meet her new daughter and I was
thrilled to see her. Sir,on the other hand, was mad. Nice little dogs
didn't break and runaway from the master.
When we got back to the apartment Sir looked at me and said "STRIP ! "
Right there in front of mother! But what good I do? I stripped and got
soundly spanked. He made me stand in the corner with my bright red ass
showing while he showed mother the apartment. Finally he let me get
dressed. By this time mother understood thoroughly who belonged to who and
why I called Frank "Sir". She kissed me and handed me a large envelope.
When I looked inside there was a birth certificate made out for "Jacqueline
Anderson! "Female, with my birth weight etc. it said I was born a girl! How
she arranged this I don't know, I never asked and neither did anyone else.
I was a mom's boy and looked it. five ft. four, with a build better suited to
the girl mother wanted rather than what she got. I wore a suit and tie
everyday because mother said I should look my best at all times. I wore my
hair long because mother said I should look modern. She was way out of
date but what could I say? I wore glasses because mother said the bigger
boys wouldn't pick on a little kid with glasses. She was wrong! She used
to drive me to school every morning and pick me up at night. If she didn't
the big boys would beat me up and throw me and mud.
I bet they wouldn't do that if Daddy was here. I remember Daddy, he was
big and strong and he loved me. He gave me a little stuffed dog. He said
in had a cute little nose just like me, then he kissed my nose and left .
I never saw him again. He was killed in the war. I still had that little
dog or what was left of it. Mother had to patch the nose so many times
there was almost nothing left of the face but that didn't stop me from
loving it and kissing a good night every night for years.
I got good grades in school, not that I was smart .I spent more time
studying than other kids did. But I didn't make any friends. Nobody liked
me. I didn't blame them, I didn't like me either ,but what could I do? I
seldum went out without mother for fear the big boys would beat me up and
throw me in the mud. After school I helped mother around the house. I
learned to cook and clean and even sow a little. At night I would read or
watch TV or study.
In my senior year mother looked into colleges. She picked one in the West
but she was concerned about the drinking and stuff she thought went on in
the dormitory. So she made arrangements( mother was a very good at making
arrangements) for me to share an apartment with another boy off campus.
She filled out the college applications and I signed them but I didn't pay
much attention to them. I really didn't care much about college or
anything else or that matter. When I was accepted she packed my things and
shipped them out early so I wouldn't have any bags to carry. She decided
that I would go out two weeks early to learn about the town and the school.
On the apointed day,when I boarded the airplane I was one scared little
boy. My first flight, my first time away from home, I was going to a town
I didn't know, to live with a boy at I had never met, to go to a school I
had only read about. No wonder I was scared but I got there and found the
apartment without too much difficulty. I still wasn't sure of myself and I
was still scared.
When I opened the door of the apartment I saw it was basically one large
room with two dressers, two desks, two beds, and other assorted furniture.
There was a large closet on one side and a small kitchen and bath on the
other. In the center sitting in the only easy chair was the most beautiful
human being I had ever seen! He was gorgeous! Light brown hair handsome
face broad shoulders wide chest , strong armes and narrow waste. I didn't
dare look below his waste but I knew he was beautiful there two
I held out my hand and said "I'm Jackie Anderson". . He stood up and said
sternly "step forward" I was so surprised at this greeting that I did just
what he said. He put his finger on top of my head and told me to turn
around slowly. Somewhat confused I did as I was told. He mumbled to
himself "it will work. It's going to work out all right. To me he said
"Unpack yrur things and put them away."
I wasn't pleased with this reception but there was not much I can do about
it. So I asked which dresser was mine.
WOW!!!
With a speed I still find hard to believe he grabbed my arm, twisted it up
behind my back and slamming me into the wall shouted "This is my apartment
and everything in it belongs to me! Do you you understand?" Under the
circumstances the only answer I could think of was "yes sir". I never
called Frank by his name ..From that moment on he was "Sir" as far as I was
concerned.
Crash! I smashed into the dresser. "This is my dresser" he shouted.
"Yes sir" I wimpered.
"Louder!" he shouted and slapped me in the head.
"Yes Sir" I screamed.
Crash! I smashed into the other dresser. "This is my other dresser!"he
yelled.
"Yes Sir" I replyed, louder this time.
In this way I was introduced to his desk, his other desk, his bed, his
other bed, his floor, his window, his ceiling, and all the other things in
the apartment. When we had made a complete inventory on the place and I
had a thorough understanding of the ownership of each and every item he
finally stopped and said"Tell me what you have and I will tell you where to
put it."
My armes were so sore by that time that I had trouble opening the boxes but
I managed, and the game began.
"Socks Sir "
"Lower riight hand drawer"
"Yes Sir "
Smack, he hit me in the face.
"You didn't thank me for allowing you to use the space." He said
"Yes sir ,sorry Sir,thank you Sir."
"T-shirts Sir"
"Lower left hand drawer"
"Yes Sir thank you Sir"
"Leather belt Sir"
"On my desk"
"Yes Sir thank you Sir"
"Picture Sir"
"Over my other bed"
"Yes Sir thank you Sir"
And so it went on and on. It was like the game we used to play as
children, where you have to do everything Simon says. A few times I would
drop a " sir" or" thank you "just to see if he was listening. This always
resulted in a slap, a punch, or some other painful reminder that he was in
charge. Actually it was kind of fun and I didn't care which drawer my
socks went in any way.
When I had emptyed all the boxes and taken out the trash I thought it was
time for a break. So I said "break time" and started to light up a
cigarette.
WOW WOW and dubble WOW ! ! !
He grabbed me with one hand and threw me down on his desk. With his other
hand he pulled down my pants and shorts! He grabbed the belt off the desk
and smacked my ass shouting "you don't smoke!" He hit me again and again
shouting "you don't smoke"
By the fifth time he hit me I had decided that it would be best if I gave
up smoking.
By the tenth time I realized that I definitely did not smoke.
But it went on and on , I bucked, I wiggled ,I squrmed, I yelled, I cried,
I pleeded, I beged, but still it went on.and on.
Finally when he had reduced me to a sniveling mess with a very sore ass he
stopped and told me to pull up my pants. I wasn't sure I could even stand
up let alone pull up my pants, but I did it somehow.
He made me collect all of my cigarettes and marched me into the bathroom.
He made me neal down in front of the hopper and flush every single
cigarette down the toilet. This all seemed unnecessary to me because after
all ,I didn't smoke.
Than he marched me back to the desk and made me empty my pockets. He
confiscated my lighter, all my change, and my wallet with my cash and
credit cards in it. He said I wouldn't need any money. If I wanted
anything I was to ask him and he would take care of it. This didn't please
me, but then again mother always handled the cash at home, so I guessed it
wouldn't make much difference.
Back to the game. Now it was "sweep the floor" "clean the Windows" and so
forth. When the apartment was as clean as it ever had been he stopped,
grabbed me by the neck and marched me out to the car. I got in with a
minimum of crying and wimpering due to my sore ass and off we went to a
restaurant where he ordered for bouth of us.
He had a salid followed by a thick stake and a baked potato washed down
with a beer. I had meatloaf mashed potatoes and green beans washed down
with milk. None of which I would eat at home but I cleaned my plate
anyway. I didn't think Sir would appreciate leftovers. For desert he had
pie with ice cream and coffee I had jello with wiped cream and water.
It was only fair, after all Sir was bigger than me and deserved better
food. After the meal Sir added a generes tip and paid for it with my
credit card.
Then it was back to the car. We rode around awhile and finally stopped and
a large sporting goods store. I followed him in with my usual slouching
shoulders and hanging head.. We went up one Isle and down the next until
suddenly he stopped and said "pick one". When I looked up I realized we
were standing in front of a display of ping pong paddles! Myself, I don't
much care for the game, and I didn't think Sir was going to enter a
tournament, but I picked one anyway and handed it to him. He paid for it
with my credit card and we headed back to the apartment..
Once in the apartment Sir said "strip!". This scared me. With my sore ass
I was in no mood to be spenked but I striped down anyway.Sir handed me a
towel and told me to go take a shower. He told me to call him when I
wanted him to wash my back.
The shower felt so good ,I stayed in it as long as I could. It was the
first time I had been alone and I had some thinking to do. Considering all
that had happened I decided that life really wasn't that bad and I would
just have to learn to live with Sir. When I started out of the bathroom to
tell Sir that I wasn't mad at him he shuved me back in shouting "I told you
to call me! Now get back in there and stay there till you do as I say!"
There really wasn't much I could do so I called out meekly "Sir, Would you
please come in and help me wash my back? Please Sir, I realy need your
help." Sir came in and started massaging my neck and shoulders. He really
knew what he was doing and as he worked my sore muscles the pain just
seemed to melt away. It really felt good but he didn't stop there. He
reached around and started washing my chest. He pinched my niples so they
stood up straight and hard, than he ran his palms over them to excite them
even more. This sent strange feelings throughout my body. I felt my cock
begin to get hard . I couldn't stop it. I knew he'd see it, but there was
no place to hide in the shower.
He continued working down my body over my abdomen and lower back finally he
was massageing the cheeks of my ass. He used some lotion that made them not
quite so sore as they had been. I jumped when I felt his finger run allong
the crack of my ass. Then was totaly shocked when I fellt his finger
inside me! I didn't dare say anything . I just stood there and let hin do
what he wanted to me. What else could I do? Suddenly he dropped to his
knees and started washing my feet lifting each one carefully. He worked
his way back, up to my knees and thyes.Giveing a fast swipe at my now rigid
cock the stood up and said "now it's your turn"
I turned around but Sir didn't! We stood facing each other! I started to
tell Sir to turn around but decided it was not my place to tell Sir to do
anything. If he wanted to turn around he didn't need me to tell him how to
do it.
I started washing his shoulders and. chest giving special attention to his
niples just as he had done with me. When I tried to reach his back I wound
up hiding him with my face buried in the hair on his chest. I found rather
enjoyed this position and the strong manley smell. I stayed in this
position as my hands worked down his back in until I was rubbing his ass.
I ran my finger along his crack but didn't have the nerve to do anything
more.
I dropped to my knees and started working on his feet just as he had done
with me. I worked slowly up past his knees to his thyes. Then I looked up
and there it was! that magnificent cock!
IT WASEN'T MY FALT !!! I COULD'T HELP IT !!!
I couldn't take my eyes off it. It was fascinating. I had never seen a
man's cock before (we didn't have showers at my school) it was so big and
beautiful. I wanted so much to touch it so badley I coullden't stop myself.
As my hand closed around it two little drops of pre cum osed from its slit.
My tung just popped out of my head and licked those little drops away.
I was terrified by what I had dune! Maybe Sir would like me! Maybe he
wouldn't be my roommate! Maybe he'd be mad ta me! Maybe he would beat me
up and throw me in the mud!
I looked pleadingly up at Sir and he just smiled down at me and stroked my
hair. I kissed the head of that beautiful cock and took it in my mouth.
It was so big ! I ran my tung around the head explored the slit. I sucked
it in farther. I worked my way up and down it taking more and more of that
glorious cock into my mouth. It was wonderful ! My cock was so stiff and
hard I thought it would explode. I kept an it, sucking and linking his cock
and balls, I was really enjoying it. Then I felt his cock twich and jerk.
He shot load after load of that delicious salty cum into my mouth and down
my throat. I swallowed it as fast as I could but still it ran out my mouth
and down my chin. I kept on sucking and linking his cock in until I felt
it begin to soften, I didn't want to stop..
He lifted me up by my shoulders and kissed me. Nobody had ever kissed me
like that before! Mother would give me a peck on the cheek, but nothing
like this! To do His tung! It was in my mouth and mine in his! My
emotions flew in all directions! His arms were crushing me against his big
hairey chest. his legs were gripping my throbing cock. I couldn't breathe!
I didn't care! I shot my load between his legs! I wanted it to go on
forever, but of course it didn't.
He led me out into the other room and patted me dry. I think I driyed him
two, I'm not sure. My head was still spinning. He wrapped me in a big
towel and setting in the easy chair took me on his lap. He kept kissing me
and fondeling me, his hands were everywhere! I was so confused and excited
I hugged him and kissed him back. I don't know why, I just did. Then he
led me over to his desk and squeezed some KY jelly into my hand. I knew
what he wanted. I reached down and greesed his now hard cock. Turning me
around he bent me over the desk and started greesing my ass. Then I felt
him inside me! First one finger then two wigeling and opening my hole. I
squrmed and moaned but it felt good. Then I felt his hard prick pressing up
against my ass!!!
IT HERT!!! I screamed and he yelled. I thought I was being split apart!
Finally he stopped and gradually the pain faded away to be replaced by pure
pleasure. It felt oh so good. He started moving in and out of me slowly
rubbing my cock against the blotter on the desk. I couldn't believe how
good it felt. He started moving faster and faster I was bucking up against
him and he was slamming it into my ass. I felt him shoot his load deep
inside of me as I shot mine all over the desk. (I was spanked for that
later) He lay on top of me for a few minutes while his prick gradually
softend. Pulling out of me he led me back to the shower where we cleaned
up before he gently put me to bed. I lay their quietly while he locked the
door and put out the lights.
Then he got into the same bed as me! ( We never did use his "other bed") He
took me in his arms and we made love. Before we had sex but now we made
LOVE! It was heven. He kissed my nose like Daddy. He kissed my eyes. He
nibbled my ears. He nuseled my neck. He kissed me all over. I kissed him
back, I couldn't get enough of him. I sucked his cock, he flocked my ass,
but it was different now ! This was Love! It was so strange and gentle and
wonderful.
Finally he lay back. I lay with my head on his shoulder and his strong
arm around me. It was so peaceful and quiet. I felt so warm and
comfortable, so safe and contended. I knew Sir would care for me and
protect me and make everything come out okay. I drifted off to sleep
thinking what I wonderful world this was.
The next morning I woke early and carefully got out of bed so not to wake
Sir. I slipped quietly into the kitchen to start breakfast. When the
coffee was ready I poured a cup, carefully added cream and sugar the way
Sir liked it and placed it on the table by his bed so he could have it when
he first woke up.
As I looked down, he was so handsome sleeping there. I gently pulled the
covers down to see his beautiful shoulders and broad hairey chest. When I
continued there it was, that beautiful cock laying quietly in its bed of
hair I nelt down by the bed and gently stroked it. I could feel it move
and slowly become hard. I bent and kissed it. With that he woke and
turned so I was between his legs. I took it in my mouth and sucked it
gently. Oh how I loved sucking his cock. Each time it was different but
oh so nice, so enjoyable ,so wonderful.
I fixed breakfast. Bacon eggs and tost for Sir served at the table. Cereal
and milk for me eaten standing up in the kitchen as I did the dishes. I
also had two large glasses of water. I was thirsty for some reason.
After breakfast Sir told me to dress all in black and took me to the mall.
We wandered around and stopped at a pet shop. I was surprised because I
didn't think Sir head that much interest in our four legged friends. I
followed him into the shop with my usual slumping posture and again we went
up one Isle and down the next when he stopped and I looked up. We were
standing in front of the display of dog collars and leashs! When he told
me to pick a collar I selected the wide black one with diamond shaped studs
all-around it. Sir put the collar on me right there are and ordered a
little tag that said "property of Frank Thompson" it even hand his phone
number on it incase I got lost. While the clerk was making the tag, I
thought to myself "I belonged to Sir" I had never belonged to anybody
before. As I thought about it it felt nice. " I belonged to Sir." Nobody
else in the world could say that. It made me feel special. I wanted to
make him proud of me. I was going to be his cute little dog and we were
going to have fun together.
When we left the store I had my head up ,shoulders back ,prancing happily
behind Sir on my leash. We went all-around the mall stopping now and then
as I learned to sit, lay, rollover, bark and other doggy tricks. It was
fun. People stopped and laughed and we put on quite a show.
When it was lunchtime Sir led me to a restaurant where I sat under the
table while he fed me tidbits and scraps. The problem was I had to go to
the men's room. I told Sir but he just bopped me gently on the head with a
handle of the leash and told me to be a good dog. I tried to hold it. I
didn't want to bother Sir with my problems but it got worse. I couldn't
hold it! I wet myself all down the front. I was embarrassed. I tried to
crawl farther under the table, but Sir's legs were in the way. All I could
do was sit there and cry quietly. I remembered the last time . I was
playing under a table just like this when I wet my pants. Daddy was so mad
he spanked me. Sir was mad too. He yanked me out from under the table by
my leash and rubbed my nose in it. Then he dragged me through the mall and
back to the car. I was so unhappy. I was soaking wet, filthy dirty, so
embarrassed, and crying.Being Sir's little dog wasent fun annymore. Worst
of all I had embarrassed my master! When we got back to the apartment Sir
told me to strip and clean myself up. After that I learned the alternative
uses of ping-pong paddles. He spanked me hard and I was glad he did. I had
been bad and needed be spanked. But Sir never stayed mad long.
We had new rules in the apartment. I wasn't allowed to use the bathroom
without Sir's permission. If I wanted to use the toilet I would neal down
by the door, bark and raise one finger or two. If I wanted to use the sink
I would raise three. I wasn't allowed to use the shower alone. Why would
I want to? If I wanted to go into the closet I would neal their and bark.
I wasn't allowed on the furniture. If I wanted to sit in a chair I would
neal by the chair and bark. When Sir said "Out" I would run into the door
neal down and hold my leash in my mouth.
Sir took me lots of places to show me off . He took me to the museum and
the art gallery He took me to the zoo to see the other animals. He took me
to the park to play on the swings. He took me on a picnic, way up in the
mountains where I could wear just my collar all day. There was a lake
there and when I saw it I jumped in and started to swim. When I looked
back there was Sir standing on the bank glaring at me. I realized that
with all his strength and size Sir couldn't swim! When I swam back to the
shore he made me neil on the bank and open my mouth. He pissed all over
me. In my face, in my mouth, in my eyes, in my hair. Suddenly I wanted
it, I needed it, that warm piss in my mouth and on my face. That night in
the shower I nelt down and asked him to do it again, to punish me, to piss
on me. After that he did it almost every night.
I was having fun but I wanted to call my mother. Sir said I couldn't call
her until Sunday. Sunday finally came and I called mother but I didn't
know what to say to her. She couldn't understand why I called Frank "Sir",
I told her I liked him, by couldn't tell her how much. I told her he took
me to the mall, but I couldn't tell her what we did there. I told her he
took me to the zoo, but I couldn't tell her why. I told her he took me on
a picnic, by couldn't tell her what happened there. She didn't seem
comfortable either. She kept starting to ask a question and then changing
the subject. Finally she asked to speak to Frank alone. Sir made me go in
the bathroom and close the door while they talked.
Monday morning Sir told me to put on a swet shirt and pants with slip on
shoes, no underwear or stocks. We got in the car and Sir drove to a small
shopping center. He pulled up behind a row of stores and we entered the
back of Ms. Anne's beauty parlor. Ms.Ann was a middle-aged lady with
beautiful hair and gorgeous clothes. She told me to get undressed and
turnaround slowly. This upset me. I had never undressed in front of a
woman before, or at least not that I remembered. But Sir had told me to
obey her commands so again I did as I was told. She ordered me into the
shower where she shaved all the hair are off my body. I had figured out
that Sir wandered me dressed as a girl, but all this shaving seemed a
little much just to go to a costume party. Next she produced a pair of
very lifelike silicon breasts which she glued in place. The weight on my
chest seemed a little odd but I had to admit they really did look nice.
She handed me a pair of silk panties and matching bra. which I put on
without objection. She washed and set my hair in curlers while she painted
my finger in toe nails a bright pink.
As she combed out my hair I heard a couple of snips from her scissors and
realized I now had bangs. This botherd me but I figured I could cut them
off or even get a crew cut before school started. I was getting worried
about what I would looked like and how the boys would accept me at school.
When she started to shape my eyebrows I said "Please Ms. Ann, I start
school next week." She replied "don't worry you look just fine".
When she announced that she was going to pierce my ears I started to cry
"Please, Please Ms. Ann don't do that" I pleaded "The boys will see me,
they'll laugh at me ,they'll beat me up and throw me in mud!"
She stepped back with a shocked look on her face and said "You don't know?
They haven't told you?" She turned to Sir and said "You have to told her?
She doesn't know?". Turning back to me she said "Honey your signed up at
the college as a girl!"
That was more than I could take. I jumped out of the chair and started to
run to the front door. I was getting out of there! Then I stopped. I
didn't want to go there. I turned and ran toward the back door ,the car
was there. Then I stopped. I didn't want to go there. I turned again and
through my tears all I could see was Sir standing there alone. Then I knew
where I wanted to go. I ran over and jumped in his lap. I put my arms
around him and sobbed, great heaving sobbs He hugged me and kissed the top
of my head. He stroked my hair and told me it would be all right. He
would take care of it. As my sobbes deggenerated into little wimpers I
realized that it didn't make any difference.
IT DIDEN'T MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE! ! !
I didn't care if I was a boy, or a girl, or a dog, or a cat! So long as I
could sit in Sir's lap and he would hug me and kiss me and tell me it would
be all right. So long as I could take showers with him and go to bed with
him. So long as I could cook and clean for him. So long as I could do his
was and care for him. So long as I could belong to him. What difference
did it make?
When I got over my crying jagge I went over to Ms. Ann nelt down and begged
her to teach me how to be a girl. My week of training to be a girl started
right then.
WHAT A WEEK IT WAS! ! !
Every morning Sir would take me to see Ms. Ann. She taught me to do my
nails, fix my hair put on make up and dress like a girl. But she taught me
so much more. She taught me how to walk and talk how to stand and sit how
to dance and turn, what to eat and how to eat it, what to drink and how to
drink it. She also taught me how to turn boys on, and more importantly how
to turn them off. She taught me little tricks to drive Sir up the wall and
other little tricks to bring him back down again.
And in the afternoon we went SHOPPING!
Sir picked out panties and bras. He selected dresses and shoes,.slips and
skirts,blouses and sweaters. He chose coats and jackets, hand bags and
bracelet's, stockings,jewelry and thousands of other things a girl needs to
start college.
Every day was Christmas! I was overwhelmed. I asked about all the money
on my credit card, but Sir said mother knew about it, and he would take
care of it. He said it would be all right, so I didn't worry anymore.
Suddenly it was Sunday and I called my mother. The first thing she said
was "How's my daughter"! We talked for over at an hour, or I did I
couldn't stop talking. I told her everything, well not everything, there
are some things a girl doesn't even tell her mother. But I told her all
the important things. I told her about the blue cocktail dress, the yellow
sweater with sequens on it, the pink pearls Sir found for me I told her
about Ms. Ann and my hair and how nice was to wear make up and earrings. I
told her about the silver colored shoes with high heels and no toes. I told
her how I learned to dance in them and how my skirt swung out when I
turned. I talked on and on telling her about all the wonderful things Sir
had bought me. She said she wanted to see me and would fly out on
Friday. While Sir talked with her about hotel rooms and flight times I
danced around the apartment. I was so happy, mother was coming, and I
could show her all the beautiful things Sir had bought for me.
The next day was registration day. Registration day was organized
confusion, with thousands of students registering for hundreds of classes.
It was orientation here ,lecture their, sign in here, buy books there, get
assignments someplace else. We were all over campus. We met lots of other
students and I found that most of them were as confused and frightened as I
was, but I had Sir to tell me where to go and what to do so I didn't have
any problems.
I was amazed. They liked me! The girls liked me! they talked to me! The
boys liked me! Instead of beating me up and throwing me in the mud, they
carried my books, they opened doors, they were nice to me! My collar
attracted a lot of attention as I was afraid it would, but they liked it!
They all wanted to see it and know where I got it. It became an instant
fad! By the end of the week you could see dozens of them all over campus.
I doubt that many of the girls really understood what the collar stood for,
but that didn't matter. I was accepted, I was liked, and for the first
time in my life I liked me too!
Sir had his own classes to register for, and his own places to go. There
was no way we could have lunch together. Sir gave me me some money and
told me where to go and what to order. I was to have a cheese burger,
small fries and a Coke. For dessert I could have a large cookie. I was so
excited, I had never ordered for myself in a restaurant before. The cookies
looked so good I ordered two of them. I felt very brave eating that extra
cookie and I felt very spanked that night when I couldn't account for the
missing money. But Sir didn't spank me very hard and by the end of the
semester I was afraid I would gain weight from all those extra cookies.
It was fun, sometimes when I got out of class early I would run home to the
apartment, dress up in my boy clothes and meet Sir at the door saying "how
you like My apartment?" This got me thrown up against the wall which hurt,
but Sir enjoyed conquering a me and I enjoyed surrendering.
After dinner was always "study time". Sir was serious about "study time".
No TV, no unnecessary noise or talking. We hit the books and we hit them
hard sometimes until late at night. We didn't have sex every night, but we
didn't miss many nights either.
Suddenly it was Friday, time to pick up mother. When we met her at the
airport I broke and ran all the way across the terminal, with my leash
flopping behind me. I ran straight into her arms. She couldn't get over
how nice I looked , she was thrilled to meet her new daughter and I was
thrilled to see her. Sir,on the other hand, was mad. Nice little dogs
didn't break and runaway from the master.
When we got back to the apartment Sir looked at me and said "STRIP ! "
Right there in front of mother! But what good I do? I stripped and got
soundly spanked. He made me stand in the corner with my bright red ass
showing while he showed mother the apartment. Finally he let me get
dressed. By this time mother understood thoroughly who belonged to who and
why I called Frank "Sir". She kissed me and handed me a large envelope.
When I looked inside there was a birth certificate made out for "Jacqueline
Anderson! "Female, with my birth weight etc. it said I was born a girl! How
she arranged this I don't know, I never asked and neither did anyone else.
