Case History 2

Subject: Glenda B. Age: Thirteen

INTERVIEW ONE

When this young patient came in for her first interview, the doctor was startled at her appearance. Her hair was cut not only short, but in the style of a boy, complete with the semblance of sideburns. With small breasts at the outset, she made them appear to be even smaller by taping her chest across with strips of sheeting.

Even her walk and her mannerisms were like that of the teenage male tough, but when she began to tell her story, there were many times when she cried. Just like a girl.

Funny, how you adults all wear that same stupid look on your faces. Didn't you ever see a dyke before? Or didn't you expect to see one who's only thirteen. Oh, so you think it's unusual for a kid my age to get into this so heavy. Well, maybe your other patients don't have a mother like mine.

I don't mention my father, because I don't even know who he is. I think that my older brothers do, but they've never told me. I never even saw a picture of the guy. All I know is that he's supposed to be that father of the three of us, and that his name is Jim. But I can't even be sure if that's the truth. Not with my mother.

She's fucked around with so many men, I'm sure she doesn't even know how many. That's how much of a slut she is. Maybe that's why the old man left, if there ever was just one for any length of time. He probably never knew if he would have room in his bed when he came home.

And that's not all that's wrong with her. Although I'm sure that would be more than enough for any mother. It's the way she treats my two brothers that makes me want to throw up my guts.

She treats them like a pair of princes. They even throw their underwear and smelly socks all over the floor, and she gets down on her hands and knees to pick them up.

As for me, she wouldn't even care if I was wearing any. That's just why I don't. At least not the way that she does. For years I'd been stealing jockey shorts out of their drawers and wearing them, just to show them they're not so special.

Is that where I got started? Maybe. All I do know for sure is that between her and that long line of men with hard-ons, that were always hanging around the house, and the way she kissed my brothers' feet, not even caring if I was alive or not, I got sick to my stomach a long time ago. And I've been sick of it all ever since.

I can't even remember a time when I didn't want to teach her a lesson. It was just that I really didn't know how to do the best job of it until a couple of years ago. Then it was one of her own lady friends that turned me on to it.

She didn't really pay much attention to what kind of women they were. As long as they knew enough men to pass a few on to her, they could be her best friends. A couple of them even taught my brothers how to fuck, and she knew all about it.

But that didn't stop her from having them hang around the house whenever they wanted to. In fact, she thought it was kind of cute that the two of them became what she calls men from freely being with her friends. I can't tell you how much I hated these broads, even the one that turned me on.

And after she was through with me, I nearly beat her face in. I've been as good, maybe even better a street fighter than either one of my brothers, even since I was old enough to get into a fight with them, and win. That old bitch never thought about touching me again.

The only reason I let her do it in the first place was so that maybe my mother would catch us at it, and I could laugh in her face. The old hag was drunk as anything when she suggested it to me, and I felt it was a great way to show my mother that I didn't need to spread my legs for every prick in the world the way she did.

Funny thing, though. This bitch wasn't even a dyke herself. She was just so boozed up in the head that she didn't care what she did for kicks. She told me that she did it a couple of times at parties for cash bets, and she thought it was kind of fun.

Ever since then, she would sometimes get in the mood for a taste of cunt, when she was drinking. That time, I happened to be around when she was in the mood, and nobody else was. So I was it.

We didn't do any kissing or shit like that. That's what I mean when I say she wasn't really a lesbian. She didn't even touch my body any place. All she wanted me to do was take my panties off and spread my legs.

I didn't see any harm in that, since she wasn't asking me to do anything. So I lay down in the middle of the floor and spread my legs real wide. She just crawled right in between them, and started to lap away. It was the first come I ever had, but I don't remember seeing her get anything out of it.

Oh, she moaned and carried on a little. But she didn't touch herself, and I didn't hear her make any sounds like she was going to come. All she did was laugh her fool head off when it happened to me. And after it did, she picked herself up, got another drink and promptly passed out.

What woke her up was me, beating up on her face with my fists. I don't know why I did it. I really wasn't all that mad at her. I think it was just because she was my mother's friend. If I didn't get a chance that time to make a fool out of my old lady, at least I thought I had made a fool out of that bitch.

But my thinking about that started to change a little while after it happened. When I realized that it was one way that I could get some kicks and be as different than my mother as any girl could be, then I started taking the lesbian bit seriously.

Even that wasn't enough for me, though. I also wanted to make my brothers pay for thinking they were so smug and superior, just because they had balls.

And I figured that this was the perfect way, because I was going to show that I didn't go crawling after pricks the way my mother did, even with them.

I wasn't even twelve when I started making it with chicks. But there were a lot of older girls around who dug on getting their cunts licked, even from another girl. At first, I didn't have the guts to go right out and proposition them, so I worked out this game where they would go after me instead. It was easy.

Whenever I was in the girl's room in school, and that was a lot of the time, I would open one of the stalls, which all had the locks broken by men. Then I would just stand there, and stare at their cunts.

It was the greatest fun when I would catch one of them with a finger in there. Then I would stare and lick my lips, and she would get all angry. Some times, they would stare at me kind of funny.

Then I would know that I had one. They would yell at me to go away, but I wouldn't. Finally, they would grab me and drag me in there with them. If one started to beat on me, all I had to do was say that I would do anything if she wouldn't hit me.

Before I knew it, I was on my knees and eating her out like all hell. After awhile, I could tell which ones would be interested in getting eaten from the looks on their faces. When they pulled me inside, I would get right down on my knees, and go straight to it.

When you're doing anything were girls are involved, the word gets around even before you're finished doing it. And with this kind of stuff, well! The time was when I would stand there in the girls' room, and they would come looking for me.

Sometimes I had two or three waiting while I sucked the first one off. And I was still growing. Now I'm taller than a lot of girls fifteen and sixteen. Of. course I'm a whole lot stronger than they'll ever be.

Usually I don't have to be strong. I never came across a girl that couldn't be talked into having her cunt eaten sooner or later. But whenever I came across one who was fucking around with guys, I usually got rid of them fast. There weren't too many, though.

But this past year, when even the girls in my own grade have started fucking around, there aren't too many cherries. So I have to take what I can get. And when I have one that's been going with a prick, I try to teach her the same lesson that I learned.

That they can do damn well without them. Look at me. I won't ever let a guy touch me, and I get more kicks than all of them ever will.

There's a lot of stuff you can do without a guy. And there's a lot of stuff you can use instead of one. If she's one of those that digs on having her cunt filled with a little more than my tongue, then I have a good supply of junk I can use.

And you'd be surprised how many of them have their own stuff hidden around their rooms. All kinds of junk. Me, I thought I tried it all on myself. But some of the girls that I've been coming up with lately can put me to shame for coming up with new ones.

One of them was using the end of her hair brush, and sometimes she would use the bristle part of it to rub across her clit. Another one could get the most part of a telephone receiver into herself. Can you figure out that one?

I didn't believe that one either, until I saw her do it. And then I tried it on myself but I couldn't get it in until I had frigged and frigged. Then I was good and hot, and I'll be damned if the big thing didn't slip right in. Maybe that's because I stretched myself with a whole lot of junk before that. I know that she did too.

Somewhere around the time that I tried the bit with the telephone, a freaky thing began to happen to me. I started to get hung up on using stuff on those girls. Don't ask me why. It just happened.

Oh, I still dug eating them out, but I never asked any of them to do it to me. Maybe it's just that I dig on always trying new things. Whatever it was, once I got the idea into my head of using stuff when I was with them, I just kept on going with it.

Sometimes I would frig myself while I watched them use those things, and when they got their rocks off that way, I would dive right in there, and start to eat them out. After awhile, I decided that I liked the taste even better when there was already some come in there.

And for all that time, that I was telling you about, I never got hung up on anyone. Maybe I wasn't too young for sex. But maybe I was too young to have a crush on any of those girls. I didn't even give it a chance to get serious, and I kept moving around a lot.

And then summer came, and I started to get a little nervous. All those girls would be going to the beach, and they would be allowed to stay out late on most nights of the week. That meant that they would be spending a lot more time with the boys.

I think I only came across one girl that was really going to turn out like myself. And she was fifteen, and didn't have time for me once summer came around. Then she was off to someplace with those dykey older friends of hers, and they wouldn't take me along.

So I started hanging around in this part of town where all the hippies go. And there were also a lot of gay boys and girls hanging around there. Most of the places down there, I was too young to get into.

But I seemed to be able to get in and out of the coffee houses, without being asked a lot of questions. My mother didn't care how I cut my hair, and once I got dressed the way I am now, I guess the other kids in there couldn't tell how much younger I was than the rest of them.

I would say that the youngest outside of myself must have been around fifteen, but then, if they couldn't tell with me, maybe I couldn't tell with them, either.

Anyway, I was really too shy in the beginning to talk to anybody. For about the whole first week, all I did was hang around there, and watch the way everybody talked and what they did. By the second weekend, I had it all down pretty well.

So I knew that between my clothes, and what else I had picked up from them, they wouldn't mind me getting a little closer. And I was right. They all talked to me right off, and I made a lot of new friends there, just like me.

They weren't all gay, but they all hated their families for one reason of another, so we were all pretty close. The ones that were gay let everybody know what they did, just as easily as the straight ones, so I didn't mind talking about all that myself.

I think that's why I got away with my age so easily. It sounded to me like I had as much experience with girls as some of the ones that were five years and more older than me.

So you can see how I got on with them pretty tight, right from the first. Only I still just hung around and didn't think to try making it with any of them. I suppose I would have sooner or later, but none of them seemed to be in the market right away.

I just figured they all had someone, and it looked like the older girls didn't do as much running around from cunt to cunt as I did. At first I thought I might have to hang around all summer, until somebody shook loose and then I would be available.

I had to wait a month or so, and it was the longest I went without the taste of cunt in my mouth since I got started. Don't tell me that I'm freaky for feeling this way. But whenever I have to go without cunt for awhile, I feel as horny as a boy would.

And don't tell me I don't know what I'm talking about, either. First I think about it, then I dream about it, and before too long, I have to do a lot of masturbating all the time thinking about some of the girls I've used in the John.

So Jennifer came on the scene, just in time to save me. She was the most beautiful girl I ever saw, and I think I fell in love with her right on the spot. Jennifer was seventeen, but she didn't seem to care anything about age. And would you believe that she never made it before with a lesbian, either.

Maybe that's why she's the one that I'm the proudest of. Because I was the one that got to knock her off, and when I did, she still wanted to hang with me.

Even though she knew right from the start that I was a dyke, she didn't mind talking to me. The whole gang was talking about all sorts of stuff, and I picked up that she had a boyfriend somewhere in Viet Nam.

It should have bothered me, but this time it didn't. I was sure that she had done some fucking around with that guy, but as long as he was out there getting himself shot at, I figured that he might as well be dead. Besides, there wasn't much I could do about what happened before I got there.

But that first night, all we did was talk. Not that it didn't mean anything. It meant a lot.

Because I noticed that whenever it was her turn to say something, she always looked to me to catch what I was thinking. And whenever I was talking, she hung onto everything I said.

I think I got the idea that I might be able to make it with her way before she even thought about me as anything except one of the gang. But she sure was interested in me, even if she didn't know it yet.

Some of them asked her if she would be back the next night, and she said she wasn't sure. But I decided to hang around there, anyway, just in case. I remember that it was rainy and miserable, and most of the place was deserted, and I was sitting at our regular table all alone.

It made me feel weird, and I admit that I was kind of scared. It's easy to be brave in a crowd. And I wasn't even sure why I was still hanging around there after a couple of hours, and it looked like she wasn't going to show. I just didn't want to go home.

There wasn't anything to go home for. All I ever found there was one of my brothers making it with chicks that they were bringing home from all over the place. And if they weren't there, you can be sure that my mother was with her latest in that long line I was telling you about.

Sometimes, there was so much going on in that house, that it stunk of sex. I swear it did. You could smell it as soon as you opened the front door. I wasn't in any big hurry to go back there.

So there I sat, staring at the four walls of the coffee house, and wishing that something would happen. I had already given her up, and I would have even settled for one of the guys, just not to be sitting there all alone, when Jennifer walked into the room. I was so busy feeling sorry for myself, that at first I didn't notice she was there.

She must have walked up behind me on tip toe. I felt her lips kiss my. cheek, and I actually creamed in my jeans. I'm not ashamed to tell you that. No one ever got to me that way. And maybe no one else ever will.

Am I too young to say a thing like that? I know that I still love her, even though she won't have anything to do with me, now that her boyfriend's come home. He's supposed to be some kind of a hero. I guess I can't compete with a hero.

But for that summer when we were together, I was so happy, that I didn't care if he was coming back, even when she told me that she was sure he would. She was just mine for the whole summer long. I can still remember that first night we were alone, just like it was yesterday.

"How come you showed up?" "I was lonely." "Oh. For your boyfriend?" "Yes, and for you, too." "That's shit."

"No, I mean it. I don't know why. I was just sitting at home feeling sorry for myself, and I thought about you. It's working already. Just being here with you."

"I could make you feel even better than this."

"I know what you're getting at, and it doesn't turn me off. But I think of you more as my friend. Isn't that enough?"

"Not for me, it isn't."

"Does it have to be that way?"

"Please don't turn me down, Jennifer. I want you so bad."

"I don't know."

"Afraid you might get to dig it?"

"No, it's not that. I know that I could dig the sex. I dig all kinds of that stuff, and it doesn't matter where it comes from."

"Then what matters?"

"I don't want to dig you."

That's when I knew that I had her for sure. She was the real hippie, if you know what I mean. They can fall in and out of relationships, but while they're in, they're really in to the end. I got to dig on that as soon as I started hanging around that section of town. That's why it didn't floor me when she said those things.

Not even when she told me that she had been living with the guy, and invited me to go to that very same pad with her. The idea of going into a bed that she had fucked around in with that soldier of hers should have kept me away. But I would have followed her anywhere she took me, even if I had to crawl all the way there.

But I didn't have to crawl. She was old enough to drive, and she had her boyfriend's car. For awhile there, it seemed like his ghost was still there, right over my shoulder everywhere I went with her. But once I was alone in that pad with her, and it looked like she really had eyes for me, I wouldn't have cared even if the real body was there instead of just the ghost.

INTERVIEW TWO

Anyway, once I was out of that place, and in a car going over to her pad, I began to feel a whole lot more like myself. And I tried to come on even more butch than I really was.

Since I knew that she had been living with a guy, I just felt that she would dig it more if I came on strong.

Even when we were on our way driving over there, I put my hand in her lap, and tried to feel up her cunt. She didn't push my hand away, but she looked at me and asked me to wait until later, when she had made up her mind. She said it to me so softly and sweetly, that I had to do it, even though I was itching to go on playing with her.

I knew that if it was really bugging her, she would have pushed me away instead of asking me so nicely, and then I started to get all shivery and cold in my belly. I never made it with a girl like that before.

It was always just for kicks, and I had made it into such a game, that I never had cold feet about it. There was never any kind of a relationship involved. Now I had gotten myself into something where I would really have to talk and come on all kinds of strong.

I had to do all that shit like making a good impression, saying all the right things so she would like me, and then get her to like me so much that I could do anything I wanted to with her. It was too much like being a guy, and I wished I could back out of there for a couple of minutes. I mean, she was years and years older than me.

Anything I said might have sounded silly to her, or she might have thought that I was just plain dumb. I also could have come on too strong, too dykey and killed it with a straight chick like her.

Man, I was so scared that I didn't know which way to turn. But Jennifer fixed that up. That's why I still love her so much. She just treated me like a friend, and it didn't matter what kind of thing I had between my legs. She was pretty relaxed with me, even though she knew damn well what I had in mind for the rest of the night. And I started to relax with her, even though I wanted her real bad, and both of us knew it.

When we got there, I was feeling a lot better, but my hands were still shaking, and I put them in my jeans because I didn't want her to know how nervous I was.

The pad was okay, even though it wasn't anything to cream over. But for two kids who didn't have much money, and Jennifer was going to college, they had it fixed up pretty nice. Jennifer took out a bottle of wine that she said she had been saving for a special occasion, and opened it for just the two of us.

She made me feel all grown up, and really on top of the world. She was even serving me treats and stuff, just like she must have done with her boyfriend. That's what gave me the guts to make my try for her.

The wine and the way she was treating me, well, I forgot about how much older she was, and decided to make it like I had seen some of the older dyke in the coffee house do with a chick. She already knew what I was, so I figured I couldn't go too far wrong.

As it went, it turned out that everything I was couldn't be more right. It took me a couple of drinks of that wine to have more guts than fear, but I finally got it all together, and made my play.

"I was waiting there for you."

"Somehow, I thought that was why."

"Don't I scare you?"

"I hope not. I would never do anything you didn't want me to. Never hurt you like-" "Like a guy would? Is that what you were trying to say?"

"I'm sorry."

"That's all right. I think I'm beginning to understand you already. Why do you hate guys so much?"

"I don't hate them exactly. I just don't have any use for them."

"That's strange. I mean, I can really dig on why some of those other girls go gay. They're a little over the hill, or they're young and ugly. Or maybe they're not too bad, but their guy did them wrong. You're too young and much too pretty for any of that shit. I just can't believe that you're a dyke. Are you just trying it on for size?"

"No, I know that this is the way I want to be, and I've known it for a long time. But there is something that I would like to try on for size. In fact, I would love to."

"Are we back to that again?"

"I can't help it, Jennifer. You don't know how much I dig you. I did as soon as you walked into Chico's."

"Then why can't you just be happy to be here with me?"

"Because being here with you means all the way as I see it. How else can I show you what you do to me."

"Oh, I get it. And the way to do that is by showing me what you can do to me in return."

"That's the way it works with us girls."

"Doesn't sound too bad when you put it that way."

"Want to try it out?"

"All right. But nice and slow."

"That's the only way I can."

"How come?"

"Because I'm so scared."

"You really are beautiful. Do you know that. You're less of a dyke and more of a person than you think you are."

"What did I do this time?"

"You were just your real self, and that is beautiful."

Well, after she got through saying all those beautiful things to me, I just had to kiss her. And it came about so nice and gently that neither one of us was scared.

She seemed to be happy enough with just that. But for me, it was just a tease, and I wanted so much more from her. Jennifer had turned me on so much that I was just crazy for her. There was no way I was going to stop with just that one kiss. If she threw me out, so she threw me out. But I could never go home and face another day with those three creeps they call my family, if I didn't at least try to make it with Jennifer.

She was sitting back in her chair then, and I was on the arm of it. Jenny looked very peaceful and leaned her head against the back. So I leaned over her face and started to kiss her again. I wanted to get my tongue into her mouth so bad, because I had never kissed a girl that way before. I wanted to see what it was all about.

But as soon as she felt me trying to get my tongue into her mouth, she pulled her head back. Not very far, just far enough for me to get the idea that I was pushing a little too fast.

I got some other ideas on my own, though. It was pretty clear to me that she was turned on, even a little maybe, but still turned on. And she wasn't teasing me either. She just wanted me to take it slow with her.

It wasn't easy, but since I could see that it was the only way she would go with me, I forced myself to slow down. Here I was spending half a summer learning how to act all grown up and real butch, and she was making me play it like a little girl.

It wasn't easy, but I tried it again. I slipped down on the chair with her, so there was no way we couldn't cuddle together. I could get my arm around her without a squawk, so I let it go at that for a little while, and we talked about a whole bunch of junk.

Then I tried to kiss her again, and this time she let me put my tongue in her mouth. And when she kissed me back, it was a whole lot better than anything I could have done on such short notice.

If she was only doing it to tease me, and still thinking that she could stop me from doing anything more, she had another think coming. Because a gang of guys couldn't have stopped me from going down on her after that. Nobody stopped me, especially not Jennifer.

"Would you get undressed for me, Jen?"

"Would you go home if I said no?"

"Uh-uh. I would stay right here until you got so sleepy that you had to get out of your clothes. And then I would follow you right over to that bed, and get into it with you."

She sighed then, like she was giving up the fight. And then she stood up and got out of her clothes. I was so hot as soon as I saw her naked, that I got down right on my knees and started eating her out before I had a chance to get out of my jeans, and take her to the bed with me.

I had wanted the whole thing to be so perfect, but then she got me so hot that the chair was as far as I could go. I

had myself a good sniff of her hot cunt, and that freaked me right out of my head. So I started eating her like crazy.

As great as it was with all those girls in school, that was just fun and games compared to Jennifer. With her, I felt like I was really making love. And she was acting so much more like a woman, than they did. She even made me feel like one.

Even though I was supposed to be playing the dyke, and I was eating her out of her head, along with mine, she still made me feel like a woman. That's the part I just don't understand.

But right then, I kept on eating her until I couldn't see straight, and she shot a load that put all of the girls together to shame. I lapped up every bit of it, and when she lay back panting and moaning, I used my tongue to clean up all the come that was left on her cunt.

I had never seen a cunt with that much hair on it before. And the come was all sticking to it. I loved it so much down there, that I licked off every drop.

When it was over, we sat around and talked some more, and then she asked me if I wanted to stay the night with her. Of course I did, and I never wanted to go home again, if I could get away with it.

And I did for another month before school started. Jennifer promised that I could stay with her for the rest of the summer, as long as I told my mother where I was so there would be no hassle. So while she was at her job, the next day, I went home and packed my jeans.

Jenny never said a word about the way I dressed all the time I was staying with her. Not even about the stack of my brothers' jockey shorts that I had brought with me.

She just asked me if I told my mother, and I said that I had left her a note. It was the truth. She never asked me what the note said, and I never told her. All I had written on it was that the three of them could go to hell on a flying carpet.

You see, I thought that I was never going back there. I set up housekeeping with Jen, and we shared all the chores. After awhile, she got so deep into the lesbian thing that she kept asking me if she could turn around and try out that stuff on my cunt.

But I never let her. I knew that it would make me feel too much like a girl, and I was afraid of that. I still am. Now that I'm back home again, it's even worse.

When soldier boy wrote that he was coming home in a couple of days, I split quietly, not wanting to give her any trouble. Now that she's gone back to him, all I do is cry.

Now that isn't much like a dyke, is it?