Winnie, Boy Princess

©2010 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.

As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.

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Introduction

Recently, while visiting my favorite IRC boylover channel, I met a young man whose story intrigued me. As we chatted, I was captivated by his forthright, friendly manner. Over a few weeks, as I spoke to him and his uncle, I garnered more details of his fascinating history and decided to weave them into the following account. I changed names and locations to protect the innocent and otherwise, and both the youngster and his uncle have read and approved the draft. I hope you find their story as interesting as I did.

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Chapter 1

It was not that the newborn Wayne was unloved; Joel and Ginnie probably loved him as much as they were capable. You couldn't really say he was unwanted. Once they were aware of her pregnancy, his parents gave no thought to terminating it. His name, after all, was a reminder of the great weekend they spent in Vegas where the future Wayne was conceived. No, instead of "unloved," a more accurate description would be "unplanned" and the operative adjective would be "inconvenient."

Ginnie knew she'd have to give up her career with the talent agency and spend her time changing diapers, heating formula, and trying to decipher the infant's strange crying code. And Joel would have to work all the harder to bring home the proverbial bacon. As if the investment broker wasn't already putting in long hours and working hard on his ulcer. At least the weekends provided a respite because he and Ginnie loved to party. They went clubbing every Friday and Saturday night, and having a baby didn't seem like a reason to change that routine.

One man who seemed honestly thrilled with the newborn was Jerry, Ginnie's brother. In June, 1998, he flew back from Germany while his sister was still in the hospital. He giggled in glee when she handed the baby to him to hold. Nervously, he rocked the kid who cooed and gurgled and finally spat up on his uncle's shirt and himself. As if he were born for the task, Jerry laid him down and undid his onesie, all the while telling him what a good little boy he was. Jerry could feel he needed a diaper change and undid that as well. Being the one gay sibling in the family, Jerry oohed in admiration at the miniature penis which promptly responded to his attention by spraying his face with pee. He was sure going to miss this little one but the corporation's European office needed him back. He kissed his sister goodbye and hoped he'd see them again soon.

It was three years later that Jerry was reassigned stateside to the headquarters in Hartford. Now it was a short drive slash ferry ride across Long Island Sound to the Lake Grove home where his nephew's family lived, a trip he made for Thanksgiving, Christmas and Wayne's birthday. His firm was in a state of flux; a suite had just become available at the World Trade Center and Jerry was put in charge of the move. Whenever he was in Manhattan, he made sure to drop out to Long Island for supper before catching the last ferry back home. Like a good uncle, he spoiled the boy rotten with presents. He marveled at how quickly the boy grew between visits, becoming a skinny kindergartner, with dark hair and dark eyes and dainty features. Wayne seemed to be inheriting the body type of his mother rather than his robust muscular dad.

After 9/11, Jerry's firm was thankful they hadn't completed the move. Looking for ways to maximize their employees' time, they became enthusiastic supporters of flex scheduling; it seemed like such a waste to have all their staff bucking the two rush hours every day. When the price of gas began to skyrocket, they offered some executives the opportunity to work at home and only report to the office when necessary. Jerry jumped at the opportunity. He was not in a relationship at the time and decided to move nearer the only family he had. He found a co-op in Port Washington. So for Wayne's eighth birthday, the trip was under an hour.

"Thanks for the presents, Uncle Jerry? I love them." Wayne was sitting on his lap already playing Parachute on his new iPod and wearing his new Adidas."

Ginnie handed Jerry a bowl of chips. "Yes, Jerry, you're way too generous. You're spoiling him."

"Fuck, sister, that's what uncles are for." He took a handful of chips and stuffed them in his nephew's mouth.

"Oh by the way, Ginnie," Joel said as he turned the burgers on the barbecue, "Roland's is opening next weekend out in the Hamptons. Word is it's going to be the in place this year. Be sure you line up Susie to baby-sit. We don't want to miss it."

"Oh, shit! Susie told me last weekend, she can't. She has midterms to study for. I'll have to see who else is available. Jerry, you have no idea how hard it is to get a sitter nowadays."

"Really?" He looked at the boy on his lap as they both filled their mouths with chips. He was sporting a new hairstyle since Jerry had seen him on Christmas: cut short on three sides but hanging long in the back; a rubber band held it in place. "You'd think they'd love to sit for this great kid."

"Oh they don't mind him. He's a little angel. But most of them want to get home by like one. And that really puts a crimp in our fun. When we found out Susie didn't mind staying over 'til three or four or later, even two nights in a row, it was like a godsend."

"Why don't I take Wayne? That way you two can enjoy yourselves for the whole weekend."

"Mom, you hear that? Can I go, Dad? Please, Mom?"

"Oh, that's too much to ask. You've been much too kind already."

Joel loaded the burgers on to a plate. "Shut the fuck up, Ginnie. If your brother wants to take Wayne for the weekend, I think it's a great idea. A win/win."

"Yippee!" Wayne considered his father's word on the matter final.

So Friday afternoon, Jerry picked up his nephew, leaving his parents to get dressed for a night out. As they cruised west along the LIE, they were both excited.

"So what do you want to do this weekend, Kid?"

"Can we stay up late and watch TV? Can we have pizza? Can we go the Eisenhower Park?"

"We can do whatever the hell we want, Kid!"

"Yippee! We can do whatever we want."

"No, Wayne, we can do whatever the HELL we want! Go on, say it."

Wayne was such a goody goody. He wasn't used to swearing. Oh, he heard plenty of four letter words from his parents, but somehow he assumed it was language only for adults. "Hehe. We can do whatever the hell we want," he said sheepishly. Jerry gave him a high five.

They talked about Wayne's school, about the cub scout troop he might join, about his friends. Jerry seemed really interested in what the boy had to say, unlike his parents who just sort of nodded.

At the co-op, Wayne was fascinated to see the gate open automatically when Jerry pulled up, then the garage door opened as well. They parked, headed for the elevator and rode up to the third floor. "Here we are, 3F, your home until Sunday afternoon, Kid."

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As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.