Jamie had a happy early childhood despite the unusual circumstances surrounding his/her gender. As the title of this story implies, Jamie was a boy who was born with a vagina.
After a difficult pregnancy, Jamie’s mother happily welcomed her new-born baby girl into the world. Jamie’s mother, however, conclusively made up her mind that this would be her only child. After months of painful retching, she was determined never to put herself through an ordeal like this again.
By the time Jamie was four years old, the manifestations of her future as a boy began to make themselves known and Jamie would have a shit-fit if her mother even tried to dress her in girl’s clothing.
Over the following years, this trend only ever escalated and her parents simply accepted that their daughter was a tomboy. Jamie’s general behaviour was also boyish and ‘she’ did not display any girlish affectations. All the toys his parents bought for her were the toys that boys would play with, and Jamie only hung out with the boys at school and in the neighbourhood.
Although Jamie’s hair was always short the one thing her mother was pleased about, was that Jamie took to wearing gel in her hair. In Jamie’s mother’s mind, at least the spiky hair on top of Jamie’s head gave her a slightly more androgynous appearance.
By the time Jamie was nearing the end of primary school, and all the kids of his age were entering puberty, Jamie simply remained flat-chested. It was at this point that her mom decided to take Jamie to a psychologist.
The psychologist instantly realized the dilemma facing Jamie, because she had come into contact with a similar case study a few years earlier. As before, she was instantly captivated by Jamie’s predicament. After a few sessions, she also discerned that Jamie was not a lesbian and had no homosexual tendencies. Jamie was simply a boy who was anatomically different. As with her former patient, Jamie was attracted to men.
Playing it safe, the psychologist decided not to jump the gun with Jamie’s mother and advised that they should monitor the situation over the following few months. The psychologist also employed the services of a transgender doctor that she had formerly worked with.
When it became clear that the psychologists and doctors prognosis was accurate, Jamie and his parents were given their final result.
Option one was that Jamie could commence female hormone treatment and become a woman, which both practitioners did not advise. The second and the less likely option was that Jamie could wait a few years before undergoing a female to male transformation, an even less likely choice. Option three was that Jamie could simply accept his situation and live life as a man with a female’s genitals. Needless to say, this was the option that appealed to Jamie the most.
Fortuitously, shortly after Jamie commenced high school his dad was seconded to a branch of the firm he worked for that was in another state from where they lived. When this occurred, Jamie made up his mind that in his new environment, he would definitely live his life as a male.
The psychologist, aware of what lay ahead for Jamie, came up with a very clever solution prior to their relocation. She suggested that the doctor give Jamie a medical note to say that due to a medical condition, Jamie should be excluded from all physical activity at the school. The fictitious reason for this was that Jamie had been born with a heart defect and that any form of exercise could possibly be fatal. This naturally meant that being precluded from any kind of sports activities, he would not have to expose himself naked in any locker-room.
This ploy worked extremely well and for the duration of his high school stint, Jamie was even able to use the toilet facility for disabled students. An added benefit was he was also never bullied. Sadly, however, Jamie’s two new high school buddies who were regarded as total nerds often had to endure the attention of the high school ‘persecutors.’
In Jamie’s final year of high school, a new neighbour moved in next to his parent’s home. Gordon was a furniture maker and made bespoke pieces for well-off customers. His craftsmanship was extraordinary and he always had a waiting list for his creations. Cleverly, Gordon soundproofed the triple garage next door that was his workshop, so that he would not be an irritation to neighbours in the vicinity.
Gordon was a good-looking man and from the moment that Jamie met him, Jamie was totally captivated by Gordon. He was a stud and in the months that Jamie observed him, the ladies came and went on a frequent basis. Gordon simply wasn’t into any form of commitment and clearly liked to play the field.
Jamie’s dad instantly took a liking to Gordon and they would frequently chat. In fact, Jamie’s dad ordered two pieces of furniture from Gordon that he had been meaning to acquire for quite some time. Jamie had very little contact with Gordon but whenever he did, Jamie’s heart would palpitate to such an extent, that he almost believed that his fake heart condition may not be as imaginary as he had believed.
Things came to a head one weekend when Jamie’s parents decided to go on a romantic weekend to a country lodge.
Although Jamie was old enough to look after himself, his parents asked Gordon to keep an eye on Jamie during their absence in case anything ‘went wrong.’ In all honesty, this actually irked Jamie somewhat.
What would follow, however, proved to be heaven-sent.
On that Friday afternoon, after Jamie’s parents had departed, there was a knock on the door. When Jamie answered the door he was surprised to see Gordon before him.
“Listen, buddy, I’m all alone tonight, so I figured that I could do with some company. Would you like to join me for dinner? I’ve got salads and two great steaks,” Gordon concluded.
Shyly, Jamie answered, “I really don’t want to be any trouble.”
“Why would you be any trouble? This is not a marriage proposal bro… its simple dinner invitation,” Gordon stated with a snigger.
“Sure,” Jamie answered sheepishly, before asking, “What time should I arrive?”
“Six-thirty… whatever,” Gordon replied nonchalantly.
When Gordon departed Jamie stood looking at the closed door with trepidation. It almost felt like he had the non-existent heart condition that he didn’t have.
At six-thirty when Jamie arrived, Gordon was barefooted and only wearing a t-shirt and short pants. Jamie had always been mesmerized by Gordon’s large butch hands, but now Gordon’s magnificent feet almost had Jamie salivating. As much as he was looking forward to the evening, Jamie wasn’t sure how he would keep his emotions together.
“Would you like a beer?” Gordon asked.
Not wanting to appear a wuss, Jamie graciously accepted the offer.
The table was set and the salads looked delicious. “Wow, the salads look great,” Jamie stated.
“Don’t be impressed, buddy, I bought them from the local supermarket. The thing is, although I’m good with meat, salads are not really my thing. I’m a meat and carbohydrate kind of guy. I like pasta and potato salads generally. The only vegetable I ever consume is thanks to coleslaw. I hope you are okay with that,” Gordon concluded.
“No problem,” Jamie hastily replied.
In no time the steaks were under the grill and a short while later they were seated at the dining table enjoying their meal. “I hope you like your steak medium, like me,” Gordon inquired.
“It’s absolutely perfect,” Jamie assured him, honestly.
Their meal was great.
Afterwards, Jamie quickly assisted with the dishes before they were seated in the lounge to watch a movie Gordon had hired. It wasn’t the best movie Jamie had ever seen, but it was enjoyable, nonetheless.
After the movie ended I was issued with another beer. “So… are you enjoying school?” Gordon then asked.
“Yeah,” Jamie replied.
“I suppose the girls are all over you,” Gordon said, with a naughty grin on his face.
Before thinking, Jamie stupidly replied, “Actually, I'm not really into girls.”
“Oh,” Gordon answered, before continuing, “Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”
Jamie really had no option and had to nod his head in agreement, given his earlier faux pas.
“Are you gay?” Before Jamie could answer Gordon continued, “I’m not homophobic, bro, in fact, my favourite cousin is gay.”
“No, I’m not gay,” Jamie answered, before asking, “But why do you ask?”
"Well...the thing is… I hope you are not offended by what I’m about to say… But I’ve always thought you are too pretty to be a guy. If that makes any sense,” Gordon concluded.
“No offense taken,” Jamie replied with a smile.
“So, if you’re not into girls or guys, are you, like, asexual?” Gordon stammered in a confused manner.
“No,” Jamie answered, before asking, “Do you know what a transman is?”
“No,” Gordon replied, looking even more confused.
Throughout his life, Jamie had always had to carry the burden of his condition and the only persons who knew about his situation were his parents. Something about Gordon put Jamie at ease and an overwhelming compulsion to vent his secret overcame him.
“Do you have a computer?” Jamie then asked.
“Sure, it’s over there,” Gordon answered pointing to the sideboard in his dining room.
“Please put it on and I will show you something that will explain my situation to,” Jamie suggested.
Gordon did as he was told and shortly, Jamie located the site that he wished to show Gordon. After vacating the chair he was sitting on, he told Gordon to take a seat and click on the play button. As Gordon started to watch the video, Jamie returned to the lounge and sat on the sofa facing away from Gordon.