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 further, and do not save this story.
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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.