That's a Job for a MILF 23.1 (Day 56)

London, July 17, 1984

Dear Diary, 

School holidays started today. I can't believe it's finally summer! This was a tough school term. Sure, I'll miss my girlfriends (and also some boys!), but it's good to know that I won't need to see Linda for the next few months. That bitch is always trying to mess with me. Last month, she told everyone that I'm a slut just because she saw me kissing George. It happened only once! But she lied saying she saw us doing it at least five times. Can you believe it? This is all because she's jealous of me. She'd love to be as popular as me, that bitch. As if she could! Well, I have to say that George really is a good kisser. I'd love to kiss him again! (giggles) But I swear we haven't done it again! I still don't know how, but I'll get back at Linda. 

I asked daddy to spend some with my cousin Dorothy in Warwickshire. She lives in a beautiful building in the countryside, with plenty of space and exciting things to do. Dad doesn't want to let me go, though, just because last year we left Uncle Edward's property without telling anyone. He thinks Dorothy is a bad influence on me. Little does he know that it was my idea to leave the property that day! It was because of another boy, a handsome blond one, called David. I had met him at a party at my uncle's house. We talked for a long time, and he told me that he knew a beautiful lake not too far that he was sure that I'd love to see. I knew he wanted more than just showing me the lake, but I played dumb… That was the first time I was kissed, and also Dorothy! She didn't want to go at first, but later she got along very well with Eric, David's friend. 

Anyway, Daddy cannot keep me stuck at home all summer! It's not fair and I'm already fourteen! Maybe Mom can help me convince him to let me go. She knows how to soften it…

Patricia was in her room with the old diary in hands. She had spent the last four hours reading the manuscript, almost as if she were in a trance. She just couldn't put it down. The more she read, the more she wanted to know what would happen next.

The owner of the diary narrated her life story since childhood with an impressive wealth of details. Patricia wondered all the time who would have written it, and she always felt a shiver as she had the impression that the diary was indeed her own. It wasn't possible, of course, but at every passage she read she could picture the scene perfectly in her mind. "Picture" wasn't the right word... It was more like she could "remember" all the smells, tastes, and feelings described, which was really crazy. 

She convinced herself that it was just her mind working hard so that she could actually incorporate that character. Mrs. Larsen had said that any mention to Patrick was forbidden now. They would act as if Patricia had always been a woman, and she didn't want to disappoint Mrs. Larsen. 

I can no longer think of myself as Patrick, she repeated for the thousandth time, like a mantra. And in fact, she could no longer think of herself as Patricia either. She soon found out she would have a new name, again! And this time, it had no relation to her old male one. But it wasn't all, oh no… It was clear that Mrs. Larsen wanted her new reality to be as distinct as possible from her old life. 

"I wonder if I really can get used to all this" she said, sipping her tea, and unaware of how much her accent was already changing…