Ladyboy Secrets

“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.