Diary Novels & Stories

July 2nd, 1943- First Diary Entry. I hate writing and I don't know why granny gave me a diary for my birthday I mean it's a book, I can't even eat it and it's not even cute. Anyway, granny said I would know what to write about when it was time but I think the crazy is getting to her.

Now I'm naked, just standing there watching myself. My dick hangs soft, with my balls below. I run my hands over my chest, feeling the smooth scars from surgery. This is me, Jordan, a trans guy owning his body. I turn to the side, checking out my hips and thighs. It all feels right. I wanna feel everything, touch every part until I explode.

I take out a pen from the drawer and try to write… ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear Diary It’s been long right? So long that I even forgot that I had something that I had used to track my days. I know I’m wrong over here but I know you will forgive me cause you’re the only friend that I have right now. Oh! I forgot that I have friends now. A bunch of them along with you. I have cute and hot friend Natalie. I know I don’t share much with her but she is someone who took care of me while I was sick.

- Sierra - Out - I sign all of my little diary entries like that. It's a habit I picked up when I started doing them. It was mainly so I could get my feelings across, rant about things. Discuss my day and hopes and dreams but nearly 6 weeks have gone by and I'm starting to feel like I'm trapped again.

I calmed myself and went to sleep even it was still daytime. I write on my diary. I started my diary since the time Hero started making moves on me because I have no one to tell my feelings about him. I can't tell my problems and worries about him to my father, so I bought a thick notebook and a small box that I can securely keep it. In my diary I write everything about him, my feelings, hatred, anger, happiness, worries, and funny things we did. It made me smile so crazily when I wrote about our sex escapades, his insatiable sex drive on me, how I love him, his weird allergy to women.

Dear Diary; What a ridiculous thing to do! I have never kept a diary in my entire life. Why now? I will tell you why… I have too much to say and no one to say it to… so here it goes. My name is Zinnia, full name… that I will keep to myself. Thank you very much! I am still in bed, whilst writing in this stupid diary, I am worried about the day ahead. Dawn has not broken yet, and I wish it would never break.

Maybe she forgot it when packing,he thought and after a moment of contemplating he opened it and read the first page; --------- 08/05/2021 --------- 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊� �'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚒𝚝.𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗.

She then ignored the text and moved to the second page accepting that fine i am a douchebag . Second page had another small nore ," Hey dear diary , you know what I am really lazy but i still wanted to wrie down some important things and moments i wanna remeber so i am not gonna talk to you daily . I will talk to you only when i have beans to spill . Otherwise my life is boring you won't be interested at all ,Don't mind . Cynthia smiled reading the note she suspected whoever this Natasha is she is really kinda funny .

Dear Diary, I'm so sorry I didn't have time to write yesterday but trust me the wait was worth it. I didn't even get back to my dorm room until 4am and at that point I was in no state to write an entry. Honestly I still don't know exactly how to even begin to explain the rollercoaster that was the past two days. I mean last time I wrote everything was so much simpler than it is now. I mean I literally feel like a different person right now after kissing three different girls and yet I feel more scared than ever to come out. I'm sorry I'm getting a head of myself, let's start with yesterday before I spoil the whole story.

Thud! My eyes scan my wardrobe, only to find that one of them was slightly opened. I found that weird as I always lock that specific one. That drawer contained my private belongings, which were not a lot. All it contained were my new diary, my menstrual cycle calendar and a few silly notes I had done in the seventh grade when I was “in love”.