The Journal Chapter 1
By the Familiar Stranger

copyright 2006 by Familiar Stranger, all rights reserved 

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY  It contains explicit
depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are
not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or
if such material does not appeal to you, do not read
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Epilogue:

For as long as I can remember I have had the strangest
feelings. Even now as I write this I feel like someone else
is actually writing it.

No that isn't right.

I know I am writing in my journal. I suddenly decided the
recent events in my life needed to be documented. I grabbed
my journal and started writing.

I know I am writing this.

I just feel like someone else is writing about me writing
about me in my journal.


Chapter One

Where do I begin. I was a normal 16 year old boy. Or was I
12, no wait I was 14 wasn't I?  I remember something about
diapers.

Oh no. I am naked again. Sitting Indian style on some cold
marble floor that used to be my bedroom carpet. My black
journal sitting on my lap as I write this is my only cover.

I can't stop writing. If I do then I would have to look up
and see where I am this time. I will just keep my head down
and keep writing.

"Hi Stevie?" I know that girls voice. "What are you doing?"
Debbie asks me in that irresistible cute little girl voice
of hers.

Debbie was the 13 year old friend of my step sister. She was
cute as a button. If only I was a few years younger. Scratch
that if only she was a few years older.

But wait?

"Why are you na.." She couldn't say the word naked. "You
must be cold sitting on that floor like that?"  The shyness
and embarrassment in her voice sent a chill of excitement
through my body.

"Stevie?" She asked again.

I knew I couldn't look at her. I knew that one look into
that face and I would have an erection so fast it would send
my journal flying. I would have my full nakedness exposed to
this young girl. I couldn't let that happen.

"Hi Debbie." I said as I lifted my head out of my journal
and faced the young girl. I was instantly erect but the
journal didn't go flying.

Debbie's cute face had the smile and enthusiasm of a
thousand Christmas mornings before the gifts were even
unwrapped. Her eyes and cheeks were glowing brighter than
the biggest star in the night sky.

"Can I see what you are writing?" She asked me with no
anticipation in her voice.

I took a second to scan young Debbie from head to toe with
my eyes. Her long brown hair. Her tiny body covered only in
a light blue t-shirt.  She sat across the room on her knees
with her tiny butt resting on the back of her feet. The t-
shirt rode up just enough to give me a tiny glimpse of her
light pink panties. For a second I tried to read what was
written on them.

Debbie innocently reached her hand out towards me. A quick
glimpse up her sleeve told me she wasn't wearing a bra. She
wouldn't need one for a while.

I could feel my erection brushing against the cover of my
journal . If I gave her this journal she was still far
enough away that maybe she wouldn't see me.

But how do I get the journal to her without...

Standing up I let my arms drop to my side. I held the
journal tight in my right hand as it brushed back and forth
over my naked hip.

I walked over to young Debbie and stood next to her. She
didn't stand up and my erection was at her eye level.

I watched her eyes skip directly from my face to my
erection. Her smile widened as she took the journal from my
hand.

I stood silently as she read what you just did. I saw my
erection for the first time. It was as hard as it was going
to get yet it seemed smaller than I had remembered it.

"What do you mean smaller?" Debbie asked. Strange I didn't
ask anything.

I thought I had hair down there?

"Hair down where?" Debbie looked up from the journal and
pointed at my erection. "Here?" Her tiny hand was just
inches from it and my tiny erection made her hand look huge.

"It's cute." Debbie said looking up and down from the
journal to my nakedness. "Looks different than Shelly's
little brothers. Yours is smaller, cuter I mean."

I felt like a baby when I remembered that Shelly's little
brother is only 7.

"He's 5 actually." Debbie answered another unasked question.
"Oh.."

Debbie looked around the room. She Sat up on her knees
showing me more of her cute little butt.

"Thanks. I think." She said blushing. "Where. What?" She
looked back into the journal and turned the page.

"Oh there." Debbie crawled over to a hamper a few feet away
from me. Still on her knees she rummaged through the dirty
clothes in the hamper.  Her shirt hung open showing me here
cute panties again and her stomach.

I couldn't help myself from trying to see more of her naked
body under the t-shirt.

Debbie pulled her t-shirt tight against her body and half
tucked it into her panties so I couldn't look up her shirt
anymore.  She pulled something out of the hamper and held it
up so I could see it.

"Like these?" Debbie asked showing me another pair of her
panties. "Here catch." She laughed as she tossed them
towards me.

I fell backwards and landed on my butt as I caught her dirty
panties.  The throbbing in my butt was nothing compared to
the other throbbing.

"What is an orgasm?" She asked me.

The second she said the word my orgasm exploded. I moaned
out loudly as it sprayed over my legs and stomach.  I shut
my eyes tight hoping that this joy was all just a bad or
good dream.

The joy I felt was short lived.  I opened my eyes and
realized I was laying flat on my back. Debbie now stood over
me. Under her cute happy smile I could hear her gentle
laughter.

She picked up her old panties that had dropped next to me
and placed them in my lap. "It says you should use these to
clean your self up with before putting them on." She told me
but I don't think I really heard her.

With my erection gone I could barely even see that I had a
penis. I could tell my face was bright red. Between the even
smaller thing now between my legs and the sticky junk that
covered half my body I felt like I was 7 years old.

"5 Actually." Debbie said with a serious tone.

I did my best to clean my self up with Debbie's old panties.
Making no attempt to hide my self I slid both my feet into
them.

Debbie's old panties were a sticky, filthy mess, not to
mention way to small for me. I should ask her if she has
anything else I can wear.

"I don't" She told me. "Well can't!"

There was no way I could wear these things.

I slid the young girls panties up over my knees and around
my waist. The tiny panties were snug but surprisingly fit me
fine.

Debbie read one last line out of my journal before handing
it back to me. I took it from her tiny hands and clutched it
against my chest.

"Now it says you sleep Stevie." Debbie informed me.

I was asleep before she finished the sentence. I heard
Debbie laugh one last time. I dreamt that other girls were
laughing to.

I wonder where I will wake up. I can't wait to put this in
my  journal.


  
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