Dear Diary

Gorgeous, painted harlots in leather and latex costumes I never imagined. I would give anything to be like one of them. I just want to look at the women and shemales and Masturbate but I must find a place to go. I will begin to place, as many personal ads as I can and hope someone will help. I plan on just being honest. I will tell my story and hope there is a woman or another like myself who has a big enough heart to save me.

01/03/2001

I started at "Holy Roller Academy" yesterday. One day and I already despise them all. Over one hundred assholes that live for Jayzus, Guns and to elect Republicans! So far all the replies to my ads have been from perverted men. God, I hate men! The men who beat me and then men who try to convert me, the men who are nothing but perverts! I am a pervert but in my heart I am a girl and not one of them.

01/15/2001

I will be seventeen tomorrow. Happy birthday to me. No one else will wish me one. I had a very interesting Email today. She called herself Aunt Sandy and sent me her photo. I have my doubts that she is real. The photo was of a woman who has to be a model. Why would a young, beautiful blonde goddess in a leather dress be interested in me?

She is in Boston and told me if I could get there she and "her girls" could help. After tomorrow the pressure to get out will be on. I have nothing to lose so I will write to her.

01/17/2001

Life at Hellfire and Brimstone High is exactly as expected. They all think I am gay and they keep trying to save my soul. They are all pathetic, inbred losers. I heard from the blonde again today. "Aunt Sandy" the leather vixen. She sent me her phone number and an address to write to her in case I get cut off. She told me she was interested but had to have a photo of me first. It was to be a fully transformed photo if possible and in what she called drab if not possible. She said that she would be making an investment in me and an average boy in a dress wouldn't do. I have no scanner and just one Polaroid I snapped after I dressed last month. I know she will like it and want me. I make such a pretty girl. I hate to part with that one photo I hid so carefully but I must risk it. I will drop it in the mail today.