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j'ya ever see a girl's wha’ch’ma’call’it? : A Becoming extract
By Mark M Lichterman
Posted: Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Last edited: Wednesday, September 17, 2008
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Mitch, don’t be such a dope! You know, their things! The only things that make girls different then guys is their chests an’ that they got different kinds of pissers than us. You ever wonder 'bout ’em, 'bout what a girl’s pisser looks like?”

Baylor Military School

Evansville, Wisconsin

January 14, 1944

Girls Got Nothin’!


The vintage black and yellow school bus pulled up to the Dwight David Eisenhower dormitory at precisely twelve o’clock noon.

Rushing aboard, 53 boys scrambled for the window seats.

Frank and Mitchell ran to the rear of the bus where there was a pulling, shoving, pushing contest as each struggled for the seat next to the window. Stretching the material of Mitchell’s sleeve until it was inches beyond his hand, Frank pulled it through the handhold of the seat across the aisle and, using it as one would a block and tackle, he was able to hold him back long enough to slip beneath him and into the seat, as all the while Mitchell tried to keep a straight face, but was laughing and couldn’t stop.

“No fair, you, uh…” trying to think of a name, “…schmuck!”

Laughing as hard as his friend, “‘Schmuck’? What’s a schmuck?” Frank asked.

“Something my uncle always calls my dad whenever they play gin rummy.”

“Schmuck, eh? You keep this up, Lipensky, an’ I’ll know more Jewish words than you. What’s schmuck mean?”

“Jeez, I d’no. Maybe somethin’ like, uh, ass.”

“Madonn’, you’re dumb! Even I know the Jewish word for ass! It’s tuckas.”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot.”

“You forgot! Lipensky, you’re such a, a…” looking for a word, Frank smiles, “shmegegi! I can’t believe it—me, a wop, teachin’ you, a Jew, his own language.”

Watching the tree-bare, winter scene, the boys were quiet a moment.

“Mitch,” speaking softly, “you ever wonder about girls?”

“Girls?” Lookin’ at Frank. “Nah. What about ’em?”

“You ever think… you ever wonder about their, uh, things?”

“Things! What things?”

“Mitch, don’t be such a dope! You know, their things! The only things that make girls different then guys is their chests an’ that they got different kinds of pissers than us. You ever wonder about ’em, about what a girl’s pisser looks like?”


But he had. One day last summer, standing on the stairs a few steps beneath her, he was talking to Marlene. She was sitting with her knees spread and he was able to see between the gap of her shorts and the inside of her skinny thighs. For some reason she wasn’t wearing panties and, maybe, knowing he was looking, “putting on a show” she had opened her knees even wider and, out of curiosity, so he could see better, he’d even stepped a step lower, but all he saw, and what he had thought was: The crack in Marlene’s tushie goes all the way up the front.

“Do you?” Mitchell asked.

“Yeah!” Frank answered. “Once I saw Cynthia, my older sister, when she didn’t think anyone was home an’ she left the toilet door open.”

“Yeah? You saw her pisser then?”

“Well, she was naked, gettin’ washed at the sink, an’ I saw her tuckas an’ her, uh, chests in the mirror, but she didn’t have any more here…” he playfully pinched Mitchell on the chest. “…than you’n’me. Matters of fact, you got more’n’her. Guess girls don’t start growin’ chests till they get older.”

“An’ you didn’t see her here?” pointing to his crotch.

“Nah. I saw her butt, but girls’n’guys got the same kind’s’a butts. I waited for her to turn around or step back from the sink so’s I could see her pisser, but then she saw me in the mirror and threw the soap at me, an’ when I ducked she slammed the door shut.”

A distant, fuzzy thought came to mind. Trying to pull it into focus, Mitchell closed his eyes… Remembering, “I saw a naked lady once.”

“Yeah!” Frank looked intently at Mitchell. “You saw a naked lady! How’s come you never told me?”

“I forgot! An’ besides, this is the first time we ever talked ’bout naked ladies and girl’s pissers. Remember?”

“Yeah, okay! So you see her pisser? What’d it look like?”

“There’s this guy, Dominick Diamond—we call him Dom—an’ he hated his older brother, Sal, that’s short for…”

“Yeah,” Frank said impatiently, “Salvatore! I’m a Dago, too, remember? So? So what happened?”

“Anyway, Sal got married to this real pretty girl that used to me when I was littler. Her name’s Louise Ann; Lou Ann we called her. Anyway, one day Dom comes to me an’ asks if I wanna see somethin’, an’ I say sure, so Dom takes me between the buildings an’ we looked through the window, an’ Lou Ann an’ Sal are doin’…”

“Yeah? What were they doin’?”

Screwing his eyes shut, trying to remember, “They… they were… I don’t know what they were doin’,” he said, “but Lou Ann’s layin’ naked on the bed…”

“All naked!?”

“Yeah. They’re both all naked. Lou Ann’s layin’ on the bed on her back an’ ol’ Sal’s, uh, I guess kind’a kneelin’ on the floor, at the end of the bed, an’…”

“J’ya see ‘it’ then? J’ya see her pisser then?”

“No, I couldn’t, ’cause Sal’s got his head there, between her legs, an’ he’s doin’ somethin’ with his face.”

“With his face? What could he be doin’ with his face, there? Lookin’ at her? Smellin’ her? What was…? Wha’ch’ma’call’it doin’?”

“Nothin’! She wasn’t doin’ nothin’… Well, yeah, she was doin’ somethin’.” Concentrating. Once again closing his eyes, “She was kind’a, uh, bumpin’ up’n’down… Oh yeah! An’ she was smiling’.”

“She was smilin’?” Not knowing what to make of this, “You saw her chests then?” Frank asked excitedly. “What’d they look like?”

“Uh…” He tried to remember, but it had been well over two years, a long time for someone his age. “They were kind’a…” moving his hands in a fluttering motion in front of his chest, “flopped over.”

“‘Flopped over’?”

“Yeah, an’ they had real big, uh, kind’a like brown bumps on em’.”

“Big brown bumps? Where?”

“Here,” touching his fingers to the left side of his chest.

“Probably, when girls get older, their bumps get bigger’n a guys, too. So what happened then?”

“Sal saw Dom’n’me an’ he got real mad, an’ he jumped up an’ ran to the window…”

“Yeah! J’ya see her pisser then?”

“No, Sal was in the way.” Another remembrance coming to mind. “I didn’t see hers, but I sure saw his. Wow!”

“‘His’? ‘Wow’? Wha’d’ya mean?”

Holding his hands widely apart, “Sal’s, uh, thing was this big!” greatly exaggerating the size of Salvatore Diamond’s penis.

Knowing at least this much, “He must’a had a boner,” Frank said.

“A ‘boner’?”

“Jesus, Lipensky, where’ve you been all your life? A boner’s, uh… You ever wake up in the mornin’ an’ gotta pee, an’ your, uh, thing’s all big’n’hard?”

Actually, he’d thought that “that” only happened to him and was surprised to know that it happened to his friend, too. Nodding, “Yeah,” Mitchell said.

“Well, when that happens it’s called a boner, only with big people… uh, guys, I heard ’em talkin’, an’ they get boners when they’re with girls, or talkin’ ’bout girls, like now, when you was talkin’ ’bout, uh, what’s’er’name, I was gettin’ a boner.”

Most of this incomprehensible, looking at Frank’s lap, “Why? You gotta pee?”

“No, I don’t gotta pee!”

“You think maybe Sal had’a pee?”

“Shit! No, Lipensky.” Not knowing if he’s serious, “Sal didn’t gotta pee! So what happened?”

“Anyway, ol’ Sal tried to catch Dom, but Dom was too fast an’ Sal couldn’t catch ’em, and Dom called him a, uh…” trying to remember, “Yeah! Dom called Sal a… somethin’ like a ‘muffin driver,’ whatever that is, and he asked Sal if Lou Ann tasted good.”

“What the hell’s a muffin driver? An’ ‘if she tasted good’? What was he doin’ to her,” beginning to giggle, “eatin’ her? What’s he, a… what’ch’ya call, a cannibal or somethin’?”

Mitchell shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t know. Anyway, when Sal couldn’t catch his brother, he got hold’a me an’ wanted to kill me.”

“Yeah? Really?”

“Yeah! ’cept Lou Ann jumped off the bed and tried to grab Sal away from me.”

“An’ you saw her pisser then!”

“Nah. She was standin’ behind Sal an’ her, uh, chests were smooshin’ all over him, an’ I saw them real good, but I couldn’t see nothin’ else she had.”

“So, what happened then?”

“I thought he was gonna kill me, but Lou Ann yelled at him, so he called me a bunch’a dirty names an’ le’me go.”

“Jeez, Mitch, were you scared?”

Scared, he thought. Me? Scared? Nah, I just pooped in my pants.Nah,” he said, “I wasn’t too scared… Hey, Frankie, I wanna ask you somethin’, but don’t get mad at me, okay?”

“Yeah, I won’t get mad, I think. What’d’ya wanna know?”

“Like Sal, when I saw him naked…” He didn’t quite know how to ask the question. “When I see some’a you guys in the shower, uh,” he didn’t want to hurt Frank’s feelings, but it had been on his mind and so long as they were talking about it, “how’s come you got such ugly pissers?” he asked.

“You think I got an ugly pisser?” Frank couldn’t believe he’d say this. “You’re the guy with the ugly pisser! Don’t you know Jewish guys always get the ends of their pissers whacked off when they’re babies?” He’d heard some of the older guys on the street talking about this once, too. “My pisser’s just the way God made it!”

He laughed, saying, “Then God sure made it ugly!” and filed a question away for future asking, if he could find anyone to ask: “Was the end of my pisser really whacked off when I was a baby, and why?”



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