One night during the summer after 6th grade when I was just about to turn 13 I had met some friends downtown on a Friday evening. I know I should not have stayed out so late because our family rule was to get going home when the street lights came on.
But I did stay out late and I had to walk home. There is a bridge you have to cross to get to my neighborhood. I was halfway across when I saw this young man -- I don't know around age 30 -- I recognized from the neighborhood. He stopped me and started talking to me and I could see that he was drunk. There was a strip of bars in my neighborhood.
I don't remember all of the conversation of course, but he ended up saying he would walk with me home.
But these are the events as I remember how they unfolded:
We walked into the neighborhood. He says let's rest for a minute. We end up in a yard behind someone's house. Might have been his house, probably. We sat there on the grass and he kept talking like drunk people do. Didn't shut up. Slurred is speech. We ended up resting on our elbows at some point. He got close to me and leaned on me enough to push me down flat against the grass. I remember smelling the booze on his breath. Funny, but I can still smell it.
I was wearing short denim shorts as I started doing that summer and I also had started shaving my legs. This man from the neighborhood had to have seen me around and knew that I was a sissy.
So we are lying there in the grass and he drapes his leg over mine and he starts feeling me up, especially my thighs. Then he slides his hand into my panties and starts feeling me up down there. I do remember after all these years thinking: This can't be happening!
I'm scared of course. I don't know what to do. I thought he would rap me in the face if I did anything. So he's rubbing me in my panties and I just lie there for something like 15 or 20 minutes, so scared. He was half draped over me, after all. When he started kissing on my neck that's when I abruptly pulled away. I remember it being repulsive because he smelled so bad of booze.
I remember saying something like I had to go and that my parents were probably out looking for me. I think I might have also said that my dad was a cop! I got out of there fast. Too fast for him to react, I suppose. He would have just stumbled trying to get up because he was pretty drunk. I pretty much ran home, I was so scared.
I worried about that for some time. I would see that man in the neighborhood a few times and he did not react to me. Probably did not remember what went on that night or who he was with. Then I never saw him again. He probably got arrested for something and sent away, I don't know.
I'm not sure how that incident affected me in the long term. I knew I was a sissy. I had just started dressing up with a sissy friend, as I have described. I had started shaving my legs. I am not a psychiatrist and I have never been to one, but did this incident lead me into being the very submissive person I would become? Did it make me want to be with guys? You read about case histories like this.
The way things unfolded in my junior and senior high school years and how I evolved into such a submissive sissy, really make me wonder.
So, did any of you who follow this blog have any incidents like that in your young life? How did it affect you, if it did? Please respond, I really would like to hear your story, as would others I am sure.