I Discover Jenna’s Secret

I had recently been divorced, and had just turned 36 when I decided to make some changes in my life. I had worked myself up to superintendent of an N.Y.C. commercial real estate building and I decided to go for something less stressful. I wasn’t looking for less work, just something without the cutthroat aspect and everything needing to comply with an insane amount of regulatory paperwork.

After looking for a short time, I found what seemed the perfect solution. A residential complex in N.J. was looking for a maintenance super, and on top of that offered a free apartment as one of the benefits. I sent out my resume and after a follow up interview I had the job. Two weeks later I had moved into the complex and started work. The property manager had informed me that they had a tenant/ management meeting each month, which was the next evening, and I should attend so I could meet and greet the tenants.
The next evening at the meeting , after business was discussed, the property manager introduced me and I said a few words to the effect that I was there to help and that if they needed something done or just wanted to discuss an issue I was glad to listen.

The meeting had attracted around ten tenants and they started to file out the door. As I stood there, a short bleach blond woman with a teenager in tow approached me. “Mr. Schlage, my name is Ms. Duffy and this is my child Johnny.” “Pleased to meet you ma’am” I replied “how are you John? “ I said while extending my hand. He weakly gave me a handshake. “Well I’m glad there’s someone who looks like they’re not afraid to work here, after the last one they had” she said , attempting to smile. I explained I couldn’t comment on things before my tenure, but what was her problem. She said that her bathtub drain had been very slow draining for some time and previous complaints had gotten her nowhere. I asked if tomorrow morning was soon enough to look at the problem. She practically beamed at this and said though she had to work, her child was home due to a school break.

The next morning I arrived to assess the problem. Ms. Duffy was still there and she looked like she had tried hard to look nice. I saw the drain was very slow and I informed her it had to be snaked out, and I would return shortly. When I returned , she looked at the clock and said she had to leave. I went right to work and after only feeding a few feet into the drain, I encountered the problem. After some serious movement , the blockage cleared and I began retracting the snake. Attached to the barbed head of the snake was some type of pink fabric , with hair and soap scum adhered to it. As I disentangled the blockage from my snake, I heard a noise by the door. I turned to see Johnny standing there. He was around 5’5”, slim, very fair skinned with a few freckles by his nose. His hair was brown and longish, and his eyes were green. His features were pretty, as opposed to handsome and his lips were full for a boy. He was wearing a t-shirt and those lounge pants kids wear everywhere today.


The fabric I disentangled turned out to be a small pink thong. Holding it up, I kidded “Hey did your girlfriend lose this? “, although I was puzzled how it got there. His face turned bright red and he whispered something unintelligible before turning and leaving. Shaking my head, I packed up my gear and left the bathroom. As I passed through to the exit, I heard music playing softly. I went out and shut the door. I then cleaned and oiled the snake, before cleaning up myself. It was then that I noticed that my cell phone was missing, I must have dropped it while working. I returned to the apartment door and rang the bell. It took a few minutes and another ring before I heard a low voice “ Who is it? “ “It’s building maintenance, I was just here. I seem to have left my cell phone “ I replied. I stood out there for a couple of minutes, until I heard the door open. A girl stood there with my phone in her hand. She was dressed like a schoolgirl, with a short, plaid skirt, knee socks and a white blouse. She had on pink lipstick and had green eyes. “Thanks “ I said and took the phone. As I was turning to leave, a realization hit me. The girl had pushed the door, but hadn’t closed it shut. Holding my phone in one hand, I pushed the door open. The girl turned back towards me as I said “ Hey Johnny.”


When “she” turned I clicked the camera on my phone a couple of times, getting some candid shots. “What are you doing, oh my God “ she wailed. With a purpose in mind I quickly stepped inside and shut the door. “Calm down” I said “let’s discuss this.” I calmly walked to the couch and sat down. “What should I call you?” I asked “Johnny doesn’t seem to fit.” She whispered “Jenna”. “Ah Jenna, that’s a pretty name. Sit down and talk to me” I said. “I don’t have to” she said, but she sat down. “How long have you been dressing up?” I asked. “Around 5 or 6 years” she answered in her whisper voice. “Do you want to be a girl?’’ I asked. She just nodded yes. “And does your mother know about this ?” I said while staring into her green eyes. I saw fear in her eyes and she mumbled “No”. ‘What about your friends at school.” She just shook her head no. I stood up and moved in front of her . I reached down, cupped her chin and tilted her head towards me. “You don’t want these pictures to be seen, right Jenna.”


“No I don’t. What do you want?” she answered. I smiled while maintaining eye contact. I put my hands in my pockets and adjusted my pants back, so that my growing bulge showed clearly.