Chapter 15
From Here to There!
Dear readers,
Hello, it's me, Butchi De Rose. Let me start off by telling you all that I am so pissed off at Madame Regina for what she did to me!
As you recall I wrote chapter 14 for her last week.
She told me she needed to take a little break and asked me to take over her web site for a few weeks. I was, of course, more than happy to oblige. After all, that’s what friends are for!
Anyway, when I saw what she did to the piece I wrote…I was very upset!
First of all, she cut some parts out of the story and then made up some things that never happened. For example: In the section that had Joe Stanley Mike kissing me for the first time outside Acker’s store, instead of leaving what I wrote, she put this in:
“He just smiled and said, “So what if you’re a boy -you’re still beautiful!”
Well, I could have died right then and there! After that, we just went at it, right in the alley, fucking like a couple of …well…alley cats!”
Sorry everyone, that never happened! Here’s what I actually wrote:
“After we shared that first amazing kiss, Joe looked at me for a few seconds, then released me from his embrace and quietly walked away. I called out to him, ‘What’s the matter Joe?’ He turned and said, ‘I gotta go now –I gotta think about some things.” After that night, it was nearly a month before I saw him again.”
What I wanted to do was to show the confusion Joe was feeling over the fact that he was attracted to a person like me –a transgender. However, Madame Regina thought this was too soft and decided to spice it up a bit by saying we fucked like alley cats!
In another part of the story, where Joe and I made that abrupt road trip to Pennsylvania, Madame Regina put this in:
“When we got to Pennsylvania, we stopped in a small town and Joe got us a room at the local hotel. We stayed there for 2 days. Two glorious days of seemingly non-stop fucking!”
Well, that didn’t happen either!
What did transpire in those two days was me being stranded with a very moody and distant Joe Stanley Mike. I tried to get him to talk but he didn’t want to say anything. I mostly left him alone and wandered around that small town by myself.
Joe seemed to be wrestling with some kind of burden and he refused to open up to me. When I did that little drawing of him while he was sleeping, I did it because I wanted to get an image of the man who loved me and who, after some initial reluctance, didn’t care what kind of person I was.
You see, what I really wanted to say in that piece was that, most of the time, being with Joe was the most wonderful thing in my life. There were times when he would have me dress up real nice and take me out on the town just to show me off. I felt so special! Joe would usually put on a nice suit and take me to some swank club downtown, away from Stanktown. We’d walk into a club and it seemed like everyone knew him. It was like being with a celebrity! He would always make sure to introduce me to everyone. He would say, “This is my girlfriend, isn’t she beautiful?”
I never felt more like a woman than I did when I was with Joe during these times!
Anyway, I don’t want to talk about Joe anymore. If I say anything else, it would give too much away. I’ll let Madame Regina handle that part.
I thought Madame Regina made me look like some kind of tramp when she changed the narrative of the last chapter. That’s what made me so upset. Anyway, she promised not to change a word of the story this week.
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