The Babysitter's Secret

"It's OK," I told her. "I'm not mad at you."

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Fuller . . ."

"It's alright, kiddo," I said, trying to calm her. "Just relax. I won't tell your parents anything, I promise."

At last, Jenny got her dick back into her pants and pulled her sweater back down to cover her chest. Hesitantly, I walked across the room and sat down on the couch beside her. I picked up the remote and turned off the porno movie. Jenny was no longer sobbing, but tears were still running down her cheeks. Her eyes were red and her face was puffy. She wiped at her nose constantly.

"I'm not mad at you, Jenny," I told her. "There's nothing wrong with what you did."

"Did you . . ." she began. "Did you see . . . that I have . . . that I'm . . ."

"Yes," I admitted.

"This is so embarrassing," she said, sniffling.

"Don't be embarrassed," I said. "It's normal for teenagers to masturbate, I suppose."

"But most teenage girls don't have dicks!" she exclaimed.

"That's true," I said. "Do you mind if I ask why you have one?"

Jenny hesitated for a moment, then began her story:

So I sat beside Jenny on the couch and listened attentively as she told me the story of her life, how she had come into this world as a boy but quickly realized that had been meant to live as a girl all along. As she described the difficult times she endured as she came to this self-discovery, she began to cry softly, and I unconsciously put my arm around her shoulders to comfort her. She leaned against me and I couldn't avoid noticing how soft and warm her body felt.

Jenny continued with her story, recalling how she had managed to come to terms with her identity, and how her parents dealt with it. To their credit, both of them were extremely understanding and concerned for their soon-to-be daughter. Neither hesitated in making the decision to move to a new town so that she could begin a new life as a girl without anyone knowing her past.