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 {Okay, if you didn't pick up on where (or whom) this was headed, let me
introduce you to the character:
Soundtrack: Elvis Costello "This Year's Model." (1978)
Codes: FFTIM?  B2M TV Drag Piss Pseu Saph.  Rape Mole Cons/Fant/Play}

   This Year's Girl {FB NS}

   You know, it's hard to look for them.  "Gay Gary the Fairy!" they
laughed, and one flicked his cigarette at him.  The quiet ones, in the back
with all the distractions.  He ran off, to cry.  I timed my footsteps with
his sobs.

   "Huh!  Huh!  Huh!" he gulped, and I put my hand up, to the bark.  Not
the wolf, the snake.  Curling my nails in to scratch the bark, and
flattening them to pop the second knuckle.  "Uh wh huh uh!"

   "HehuhahA!" I chuckled with him.  Okay, a little wolf came out.  Maybe
one of those Chinese pug-dragons, like in Neverending Story.  The Yin/Yang
of snakes.  "Oohh!" I came around, and hugged him.  Had to bring my knees
up to get my back down the tree, so my skirt flipped over.  "What
happened?" I petted his wet cheek, "Did someone hurt your feelings?"

   "Ih?" He scrambled back, "Uh!" It felt tight in my chest, coiling, and
snapping to get out.  "Uh huh?" He sobbed.  I giggled.  "I'm mnot, Gg,"

   "Gay?" I got up, "Good." Bent over, dried his eyes, kissed his cheek,
and licked my lips.  He looked up from the deep open neck of my blouse,
crawled away, and ran when he got his feet under him.  I huffed, and
puffed, and slipped my backpack off of my shoulder.  Oh, and remembered to
lap the salty clamminess from my palm.  They otherwise taste nothing like
sweat.

   I slipped the spaghetti straps off, and hooked the skirt with my thumbs.
Pants, Lycra, "Hate these damned things," teeshirt.  On second thought, I
held them out, slipped my panties off, and dropped them on the backpack. 
When I was dressed, I stuffed in the wig, combed my bangs out, over my
eyes, and pulled on a ballcap.  ZziziP!  "Heha!" I grunted.

   It washed over me, and I pulled out my phone: >Contacts, V >Bert. 
[Call]v[MSG] [GPS]

   "Hehah!" [Hey] flashed up, so I clicked it, "Wher'yat?" A little out of
breath, but it caught it on the second word.

   <Send]...  "Cummon!" I jammed my hand in and out of my fly.  "Fuck!" I'm
real hard, hot, and wet.  Question is, what do I want to do to him?  I kind
of have to pee, but I can hold it.

   [Not far, actually.]

   "Uh!" Good!

   'Bert {FM Text NS.}

   [Hey] Amber.  [Were U at?]

   I pushed the window out of the way, tapped GPS.

   BLINK!  Her position appeared on the close-in map.  "Not Far," the words
appeared, "Actually, [Send.]"

   Ruth likes to talk on the phone, Maud finally got a computer in her
office.  Honestly, it's not that hard.

   [Huh]...  [Who wants to get laid?]

   Already had [I do, I do!] typed.  "Heha!"

   [Hurry.]

   I ran, through the bush there's no walls to Ninja Warrior kick off of,
but I made good time.  A little out of breath, give her the advantage.  Or
him, I'm guessing Vic?

   "Oh," I stopped just short of tumbling over, "Didn't see you there.  You
m'.?"

   WH!

   "Clumsy oaf!" Oh, Her.  Sorry, a little unexpected with her in drag.

   "Uh!" Not Vic.  I gasped for air, but he patted my chest, and curled his
nails under.  In my shirt, short but deceptively rough, and sharp.  "KuhL!"
I got a little breath.

   Can't really pull off The Look, but getting better at it.  "Why don't
you watch where you're going?"

   I panted, tried to get deeper breaths.  "sepryze!" I managed to groan.

   She giggled, and I relaxed a little.  She rubbed my chest, felt my
heart, caught my breath.  In the cup of her palm, and knuckles, like a
stethoscope.  My ears still hurt from testing it.  I kept my hands open,
free for the moment.  "Hmn," she bit her lip, and gets started on our
pants.

   "How you doing?" Her nails brushed my lips.  "Hn." So, her fantasy. 
Something got her all worked up!  A flash of green from her eyes, behind
those bangs.  She dyed it auburn, had to hack a lot of damage off, and
brushed, or combed it out into waves.  Meghan actually grew hers out, in
the back to a shaggy bowl-cut, down to hes jaw almost.  Metalhead, who'd've
guessed?

   Transexualists, all of us.  It's a lifestyle choice, with some perks,
when it doesn't hurt.  Okay, Gracie JuiJutzu, and that signature of hers'.
She calls it Adderfist now, formerly known as Axe Fist.  Much leaner, and
wireyer than when we met.  Whipcord fast-twitch, evened it up quite a bit.
Especially with an Ambush.  Yeah, she got me, but let me push up to pull my
pants down.  Almost to the knees, she clamps them between hers, and pulls
me out with a finger swipe under my balls.

   Even more blood pumps in, I notice no underwear today.  Not usually one
to go commando, she must have forgot to bring his shorts.  I like it, this
whole switch gender thing, somewhere between bisexual, and transgender,
it's different.  Just not my fantasy, but I can play along.  I sniff for
pee, but she smiles and relaxes.  It wells out around me, her thin lips
lifting before the trickles down the sides.  So not my fantasy, but I keep
it up long enough for her to rub off, grinding "Little Petey" into my
frenelum.

   "Hm," I grunt, and she jerks me off fast.  Almost superhuman, hard to
believe her hand can move that fast.  Not flopping around in her teeshirt,
I flip to her PoV.  Must have the twins locked up, small, flat, and saggy
after losing all that weight.  Or not much, counting growth spurts, Maud
draws her blood personally, to make sure she's not using.  Hormones, the
last thing she needs if she got this far without them.  I caught my breath,
and he helped me up.  I had to wipe mud off my ass, and kicked out of my
pants to towel off with my shorts.  Free-ball, she was gone, but I guess I
needed a shower anyway.

   "Heheha." Victim Rehearsal, just remember nobody's gonna like that the
way I do.  Abuse, you can't be too kinky to abuse, there's always someone
kinkier.  Vic, now that's closer to my fantasy.  Except the whole Anal
thing.  Didn't think to pack rubbers, and lube anyway.  She says it's so
she can finger herself, but I don't know what really goes on hir head. 
Just that she's lying.  Unfortunately, introspection comes with getting
better at it.

   Vinny {Tm TV Pseu Gays Mole}

   He didn't run far.  Nice spot, so he can pretend to pee, if someone runs
up, but his little butt shakes, and I know that Fap Fap Fap sound.  "Ngh!"
This little piggy's a grunter!  But a little too distracted to hear someone
behind him with his head down.

   "Hehahuh!" I grab the back of his head, "What're you doing!  Ew you
filthy fucking faggot, where you Crying?  Heha!  Stupid baby mid mwor widde
fewing her'?" He sobbed again, "Look at this pitiful little thing, does it
get bigger when it's hard?  Oh!" A little out of character, "Hnhuh!  I'm
sorry, awe, it's cute when it's angry!" I pet it.  Swat his bottom,
"What're you thinking about Faggot?" Slip my hand under, behind him, and
roll his balls through the crotch of his pants.  "Nh, yeah, you like that?
You like it, you little fairy?" I tried to sound just like that bigger kid,
but it made my voice crack instead.  "Yeah," I pushed up on his fat little
pubic blubber, and whispered, "you like it."

   "Nuh," He quivered, I'm nh, Gnh!" It dribbled down my fingertips, and I
cupped my free hand to satch the rest.

   "Yeah you are," I tapped his drained peenuts a little harder, and he
jumped.

   "Mph!" He turned away, but I still smeared in on his tight lips.

   "Here," I stuffed my undies in his, and fixed his pants.  "don't LOOKit
me!" I pinched his neck, and twisted.  "Something to tr'member with," I
patted, and planted my foot before I took off.  "Huh, huh," I ducked, and
weaved between trees.  "HuuhhHhH!"

   Gary

   "Nh?" I turned around, and looked over my shoulder.  Just boys, I tried
not drinking, anything, but I still had to go.  He's bigger then me, but so
strong, and held me so I couldn't move.  "Awe," It's hard, like I just woke
up, and was anyone looking at me?  I had to wait for them to go, they
didn't even wash their hands for me.  I squeezed, but I had to go in the
stall, and sit down, bend over my legs to get it to come out.  And it just
trickled out, and burned a little.  I had to take a deep breath, and
squeeze some more out.

   I don't, I mean I never did before.  And what was with the panties?  But
I really had to go, and it was so warm in the covers.  I got up, and tried
to touch myself the way he did.  In front of the toilet, I just wish she
kissed me.  She had black hair, and brown freckles, I never seen that
before.  Green eyes, though.  I just rubbed it in my belly, up, and down
between my fingers, like he did.  Or up side down, but between my fingers.
I wish I saw more then a flash of her panties.  Her boobs hung down, and it
was dark between them.  "Ngh!" It splashed in my hand, and got all sticky.
I got up, to washed it off, but remembered him smearing it on my face.

   I sniffed my fingers, but they didn't smell like anything.  Not really
white, it's kind of clear around the edges.  Doesn't taste like anything,
neither.  "Hm!" Go out, and wash the rest off.  I feel all gross, and it
still burns inside, but deep down.  Behind my nut bag.  I giggle a little.
Sure I peed with it, and it got hard before, but I never peed different
colors before.  It came out of my peenuts, get it?  I'm not very good at
telling jokes.

   Nobody's outside, but.  "UPH!" She hits me right over my belly, and I
can't take a breath.  I'm back in the bathroom, but it's backwards, and
there's to stalls, and sinks, and no urinals.

   "Hush." She holds a finger up, over her lips.  The girl from the woods,
or it's her face, but not her hair.  And she changed, navy sweater vest,
where's St.  Agnes?  "Remember me?"

   "Ah," I corked.  What did she hit me with, she had both my arms up,
holding mine, and she's shorter then me.  I look down, she'd wearing thick
clunky heels.

   "Gary," she laughed, "Got that.  I'm Vinny."

   "What's that short for?"

   "Virginia." She rolled her eyes, "You wanna beat around the bush, or you
wanna get off?"

   "Uh," I backed up.

   "Handicap stall," she waved her hands, and her skirt flopped.

   "Mh?" her hand went over my mouth but the door flopped real loud.  She
reached back, and pushed it shut with another loud slam.  It was, just like
him.  Vinny.  Right, a little shorter then me, but her legs against my but,
almost bending me over by the scruff of my neck, and rubbing me off.  Yeah,
just like that, she didn't even open up my pants.

   "Ahwlm!" She moved her fingers, and stuck her tongue in my mouth.

   "Mh?" She stuck her hand in, and I closed my eyes.  She was him, she
fooled me.  But what kind of girl finds a boy, and does all that to them?
Why didn't mom ever read me that story?

   "Nhn!" She bent over, and put her knee up between my legs, she didn't
hit me, but then she did it again with her other.  "Open up."

   "H?"

   "Wider," she stuck her fingers out, but they were white, and had cotton
stretched over them.

   "Say ahhhh..."

   "Ah!  WHR?" I bit her, and she pulled her fingers out.

   "DON'T!" she smacked me, "Make me hurt you," and her hand was tight in
my pants.  Her nails felt rough, and sharp.

   "Nh!" my chin tightened.

   "Yeah," she rubbed it in, "Cry for me baby." She licked my eyes. 
"Hahlm!" She had bad breath.

   The door slammed, twice, and she was gone.  I wasn't hard any more, and
I didn't have to pee, so I pulled out her underwear, and left the girls
room.  I couldn't stop crying.

   [The Beat] {F Solo Fant.}

   I glance over at the CD player.  Get up on the bridge, crest the top,
"Hn!"

   Coast...

   "Hmh." Make it sound like "Gary." The gayest name ever, alliteration,
and rhyme is pretty advanced for middle-schoolers.  "Nheha!" Finally!  Uh!
Now I can think.

   What do I want to do with him?  Titey witeys, really?  You know I never
wore a pair before.  I wonder what size?  I could steal a pair, sniff them,
for yellow spots.  I scooted down in the seat.  Damn manual, got to another
hill.  Try and keep it on the road, Nancy.  {Callahan.} Of course they
don't mind me curling up on Maud's couch, watching netflix.  That Yellow
Bastard {F.  Miller} Ew, before he turned into that yellow bastard. 
Sulpher?

   He likes to hear them scream, but I'd rather see him try.  Stuff these
panties in there, good, and soaked.  I'd wipe the seats, or wash the
seat-cover if I wet them.  "Hn!" Coast!..

   "Yeah," gag him, and drink his tears.  I don't know why, it's not like I
can taste his humiliation, but I can make him cry.  Right, light the butt,
Then roll down the window.  Push the lighter, there's some in here, so I
put my pack away.  God, I'm so ADD, but imagine him choking back his sobs
around my pissy panties.  Should've took them off before I got in, I knew I
needed to think!  Organization is just so not my thing, but I can
plantasize.  Long enough to get it perfect, make it beautiful, and build up
to the biggest payoff ever.

   Rape Him.  "Nh!" I don't guess I ever really dried out.  Fucking clutch.
FAP!  "Nuh!  Hn," do I have to tye him down?  Bert says he's starting to
build enough trust to try it, but 'not with any sharps in the room'. 
"Ngh!" Yeah, nice long sharp claw of a knife.  Kerambit, if I can find a
way to order it, without getting caught.  Wish I could get the Emerson, it
looks vicious, but I guess I can settle for the little cricket.  {KRKT
Ringer II, concave edge.} I never picked one up, slipped my fingers into
the little knuckle rings with a couple free for fucking.  "Nyeah!" Cut his
tighty whites off with scissors then, shears if I can find some.  Hey, did
Ruth leave any tools in here?

   Pull over, twist around to feel around between the seats.  Behind the
big box there was a little wooden handle, a little craft knife with a
curved edge, and a flat back.  Filthy, beat up, and splitnery with little
white blobs like cum hardened to half pearls.  Wax?  Some of those spring
things to load her little Wournos special 4 at a time, but no ammo.  She
carried it up the hill of course, what it's for.

   "Uh!" Shake the wheel, "RhHhH!" Strangle it.  Yeah, dig my thumbs into
the flabby flesh, watch his fat face darken and swell with blood, his
tongue out, and watch him die.  Fingers feeling his pulse.  "Hnh!" Whew,
almost lost it.  Dig my fingers in.

   TAP!  Jump.  "You all right in there?" No flashlight, I fixed my skirt,
and underwear.

   "Yeahawh!" I rolled down the window, and twisted my fist in front of my
mouth.  "Sorry, just real sleepy." Definitely not a cop.  Tuck the wooden
handle under my thigh, and check the time.  "I'm awake," I blink, "Now. 
Thanks!"

   "Get home safe."

   "You too." I could have spilled his guts right over the window.  But
that would ruin everything.  No, don't kill.  The dead don't suffer, and I
want my victims to remember.

   Liggett {FB Mict Rape.}

   I can't do it.  I just can't fucking do it.  The whole reassurance
fantasy?  It's a great Fantasy, not a great plan.  Too Organized.  Got
that. It's so fucking Maddening, resisting the urge to just dive through
the window, and Ravish him, he's so pathetic, he doesn't even do anything
sexy.  Finally he takes of his clothes, turns off the light, and goes in
the bathroom.  I muffle a giggle, and flip off my Pyramid.

   Fat fucking piglette with her haunches waggling.  Ruth with her Arkensaw
Toothpick.  Holding it up proud, the dead possum hanging from it.  Hand
thrown, it would burst through this window and shatter it to razor sharp
shivers.  "Patience." ~Ruth.  She's right, that Dune book is pretty
awesome. All the movies she saw as a kid, whenever one of them had a book,
she went back, and read them.  She's a Reverend Mother, "Of sorts." The
junkyard dog hippy trippy teeny bopper kind, I didn't get to them yet.

   Yawn, Pyramids.  Taste like shit, but I found my brand.  {L&M} Cheap,
too.  Fucking window finally popped.  Those twisty curved ones, I think she
calls it a Cam?  Not turned all the way, but it took some wiggling. 
"Hehahah!" Is that steam?  Listen to the shower, no singing.  Listen to it
creeping across the dirty clothes, some underwear, none of it mine.  I
already got a dirty pair at home.  Filthy, all ready, I shrug, and pick up
a clean pair.  No need to fire up the washer downstairs, I tuck it in my
bag.  Wonder if I can get a?

   The water stops, and I flatten back against the wall.  Shower curtain's
so Psycho {Hitchcock} and I decide not to wait for him to dry off.  "Heha!"
He looks up.

   "Mh!" Tries to bite my hand, but I get him back to the tub, push him
down in it without making too much noise.  "RWHHH!" Not sure if "Why, or
Rape?  But I'll take it.

   "Don't make me hurt you," he's naked, but his wet skin is still so
young, and smooth, and I never had a boy before.  Men, girls, but after
figuring out that I couldn't get them to work I gave that up in grade
school.  But this was a Boy, a big baby that could get a hardon, and cum.
Or cry, whichever.  He relaxed, quit fighting, and I let go of his arms. 
"A a ahH!" I pulled out the cleany weanies.  He opened his mouth, "There,
children should be seen, but not heard."

   I could watch him grow, but he was like puddy in my hands.  Or wax,
whenever Ruth gets busy in her studio with the heat gun, and the hot wire.
I wouldn't dream of getting violent in there, she'd destroy me.  Anyway, I
can mold him into whatever I want, so let's see what this fantasy does to
him.  "nh!" Maybe a liter, and a half is too much Mtn Dew, but they make
liters too.  "Ooh!" Boing!  I bounce it like one of those door spring
things in an old lady house, and giggle.  "Nh!"

   It coils deep within me, as I sink down, slipping my knees up under my
skirt to drape over my legs, and sit on it.  It presses the cotton between
to soak, and spread from that spot, and well around him, seeping through to
his fat little tummy.  Sub-belly, like a pubis mons, but on a fat kid.

   "Coast..."

   Now I can think:

   "You're weird," he looks up, and nod.

   "You ever see a girl play with herself?" He shook his head.  "Cumon" I
picked up his hand, and helped him off the wall of the tub-stall.  "Uh! 
You're heavy."

   "Sorry." I grinned, and got another head rush.  Now, let's see what we
have here.  I pulled him back to his bedroom...

   Gary {Fm Dom MC}

   I all happened so fast, and confusing.  I didn't, it felt wrong all the
dirty things she wanted to do to me, but when she layed back.  On my bed,
she took her clothes off.  "You can play with yourself too," she scoffed.
"Come on, it's fun.  You want me to do it for you?" I didn't cry, but I
wanted to.  Why was this so scary?  Way scarier then thinking about it. 
"Cummon," she touched me, and pulled me down on the bed.  "Gettin some
hairs down there, uh?" She grinned, and tickled me.  "Good, you wanna be a
man soon?" I nod, "Yes, but what kind of man do you want to be?"

   "Uh?" I look around, "I."

   "You get picked on, you like that?  They call you,"

   "I know," don't want to hear it again.

   "Like this," she pushes my fingers in her.  "Mh!" Bites her lips.  "No,
your not gay."

   "Uh!" she pinched it pretty hard.  "Oh, what about you?

   "Mh?" I thought about her.

   "You're?" I don't even know what question to ask.

   "Complicated," she sighs.  "Psycho, really.  You picked up on that?" She
nods, once, "Hm.  Normal girls don't do this, so you got lucky."

   "What happened to you?"

   "Think you got enough to fuck me?" Another push, but she pulls it out to
the end.

   "Nh!"

   "Shhh," she holds my lips, "Don't ruin the mood." She felt weird inside.
Warm, and wet, but more like liquid boiling around me.  Swirling inside,
talking to me, and looking in my eyes until I went soft, and fell out.  She
laughs, 'dickless fucking' to herself, "Sorry, we'll work our way up to
that," she smiled, and rubbed my tummy.  "I guess I'm a nymphomaniac, but I
don't get off every time, eIther." She said instead of Either.  "So, it's
okay.  That felt good, while it lasted.  Huh, it always starts like this,
but it gets better.  That's why you feel so weird right now, you don't know
how to feel, so it doesn't register as pleasure, right?  Mhm, it's always
like this," she pushes my face down on her boobs, and pets it.  "You'll
learn."

   Pump It Up {MT"f" NS...}

  
hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon
k!

   Now I got to get up.  "Do what to who's dog?" I parked on the side,
anyone can just drive by, without blowing their horns like idiots.

   WHK!

   "Keep splitting." I patted her ass, "Don't work it all off, hun." Daniel
San.  A little wax-on/wax-off training to build up her triceps.  Body by
Ruth.  Wrestling, or if you prefer, foreplay.  I'd probably be pissed, and
tired when I get back up from telling off these Yokels.  It's a short
scramble down, though.  "Megha?" I stop at the top of the wash.  Not
entirely unlike a BMX ramp, up the side of the floodplane, far above the
spring high-water point.

   "Hey Ruth." She slapped my back.  "Sorry," I reached back, and winced.

   "Just an old bruise," worth it!  The nice thing about lesbian rape-play
is the loser generally gets off first.  I don't try too hard, but you tend
to find rocks that way with her throwing my weight around.

   "Amber home?" She chucks her chin up the hill.  I brush her hairline,
the spikey ridge up front stiffened by some kind of product.

   "Yeah," got out my keys, "Nice do." Unlock, 2 short blasts, 2 more.

   "Nhihihn!" I shivered a little.  Grabbed the spare key while I was in
there, took it back around to the hidey hole.  (So not gonna tell you.)

   "What'd y'wanna see her about?"

   "You know that fiction she wrote about our relationship?" She went back,
and forth between her, and the slope.  Uhuh?  "Well, Maud's done making it
legible, and we just need to sign off together for publishing.  There might
be some royalties to split,"

   "Ah," I waved her off, "She'll be down inaminit." Lost me at Maud. 
Those who say they loved her would never dare, I broke that damned CD, she
probably already replaced it.  "Ther'sheis."

   "Hey!" big grin.  I cleared the area.

   "Now leave me outta this," wanted to pop some corn.  Looks like about
20-30', ottado.

   "Sup?" sidestep, she paces, shoulder to her, fist low.  Just walks
around her.

   "Oh," she laughs, "You bowin' up?"

   "Narcissist."

   "Nah, that would be a delusion," she followed low, arms up, hands open
to grab anything.

   "You ain't gonna catch her!" I yell, and check the cooler.  Thanks Meg,
for taking it away from my pickup.

   "Come at me bro!"

   "Coward,"

   "Rapist,"

   "VicTIm!"

   My eyebrow went up, Amber charged, low, but her feet a blur, but Megs
just sidestepped, giggling, twirled behind her, and skipped off. 
"Nhihihih!" Floated back to me, but she skipped side to side, while Amber
tried to turn, and smacked the back of her neck.  "What's wrong, Janet?"
Swat!  "Can't you face me?"

   "HrRH!" she dropped, and rolled back, swinging her heels in together
about waist height, but nowhere near fast enough to wrap, hook, and slam
her face first like a rat-trap.  Not sure what that move's called, but I
like rat-trap.

   "Nhnhnhn!" No more taunts, the rest of the fight, but if I could tell
how much it was pissing her off.

   "Hahahah!" I picked up my team Meghan pompoms, I can patch her up later.
Honestly, it was starting to get stale in the sack, so maybe this would
liven it up again?  "Showoff!"

   Amber jumped back up to her feet, but Megs stopped bouncing, planted her
foot sideways, and stepped in.  She just pushed her, but that looked like
almost 10' of extension, and I noticed a straight line from her ankle to
wrist.  She kept rolling, finally to her feet, but She stepped in,
scissored Her legs, and literally kicked her ass.

   "You ain't gettin away from her, neither!" I cupped my hands.  Sure
enough, Evasion isn't really Amber's style, she likes to bait, switch, and
catch you off-guard.  Kind of fun, wondering where she is, right before she
pounces, but she's really got little in the way of defense.

   And she gives up.  As soon as she feels hopeless, and helpless, she just
curls up in a ball, and locks up.  Doesn't even cry, blacks out, and
forgets it ever happened.  I'll just bet that's why she never loses, just
ask her!

   "Hehuhah!" I go to break it up, but Meghan just stops, walk back,
backwards, catching her breath.  I back up too, getting out my keys. 
"HehuhahAH!"

   "Nhihihihn!" She doesn't cover, look away, slouch, or hide behind her
eyes.  And it's dazzling.  She was stunning when she felt like shit, but
now, I felt faint.

   I pulled out my keys.  "Wanna lift?"

   She nodded, I looked back, and saw her Biketta in the back.  Somehow
missed that before when I stashed the key.  "Catharsis," she sounded
confident too.  "Maud says there's 2 kinds of emotional release, generally:
Erotic, and Cathartic."

   "Mhm?" We paused while I started up the motor, and pulled the floor
shifter in Reverse.  The C-6 picked it up, lowest gear I got, with a good
winch it'd climb a wall.  "Revenge!" I turned back, and put my hand on the
top of her seat.

   "Nhihihih!"

   "You want to make it a double when we get back?"

   She nodded, "Nah'mgood."

   "What I miss?"

   "I'm with Larry now." My eyebrow went up.  "He forgives you," she patted
my shoulder, "He understands what you went through, and while that doesn't
excuse it."

   "He can tell me that."

   "No." I looked over, "Never gonna happen."

   She glared.  "Huha!" Oh honey, I've gotten the stink eye of God, and
withstood it.  "Aright!" A little territorial.  "That's fine."

   "He told me about all the times you molested her, and him."

   "I never touched Him,"

   "What about when you made his Orthotic?"

   "That wasn't sexual," I held up my hand, "Anatomical." Put it back on
the wheel, she looked like she'd bite it.  "Seriously, he's got practical
issues for wearing a cup, that's Why I had to make it custom instead of
ordering one out of the catalog."

   "Huh." Nose breath, "All right, thanks.  To be fair, you did a great
job. I even like, and respect that..,"

   "But?"

   "That doesn't change the fact that you're a Child Molestor."

   "Watch it."

   "No, you watch it, unless you want to go ahead and get registered.  You
know I looked up the Law." {Eponymus, her name's not really Meghan,
either.} "Right?  Well, if I have to report you, then all this." We'd
stopped at the gate a while ago, I even cut the motor for the coast back
down.  "You'd have to move, back to a real address, not to mention any
charges, convictions, sentence, registration?.."

   "All right!" Got it.  "How is he?" Amber told me why not just kill them:
There's no statute of limitation on murder.  Her gender might even bump it
up to hate-crime, is this a Death-row state?

   "Happy," she sighed, "Without you."

   You Belong to Me {MF NS Rape.}

   "Hey 'Burt." I look up, "Have a seat." Needlessly, he'd already flopped
onto the Bauhaus loveseat.

   "Hehah!" He nodded, "~Ernie."

   I hit a random track on my CD player.  "Hm, upbeat!" I laughed with him.
"What's this about?"

   "Who," he shook his head, "You think Amber might be Multiple Personality
Disorder?"

   "DID, then realized all the masks are affected." To conceal herself from
everyone else.  So, I can't tell what she really is inside.

   "Well now, she's naming them." Oh?  He nodded, "Vic's a boy, well I
think that's the transvestite aspect.  Jeans, and panties, tits taped
down."

   "Victim Rehearsal." Isn't actually as clever with her aliases.

   "The abusive one is Virginia.  Huhah!" Irony.  "Power Assertive-to-Anger
Retaliator breakdown.  Charm, then Humilate."

   "So she switches?"

   "Not in front of me, she dresses up to change, but she can do it quick.
I think she's practicing Organization, which she sucks at.  It's creeping
into her Plantacies, though.  Evidence Denial..."

   "She's training to be a serial rapist." Not a question, hadn't been
before she upgraded from Meghan..  Higher risk, building confidence, though
typically victims get younger as that type ages.  Like Ruth," I pinched my
nose, and shook my head.  Took 'a moment.'

   "I don't think that's her motive, feels more like her Means.  To what
end, I haven't figured out yet."

   Little Triggers {FMit Chap NS.}

   I pulled up, dropped it in reverse, and released the clutch to a stall.
Almost burned out anyway, no need to put it off...  "Huh!" I got out, and
the kids were already piling over the sides.  Shorts, and shirts, and shit
pealing off.

   Amber handed me a beer when I climbed over.  "Hey, Megha!" She turned,
and glared back.  "Wanna spar?" Dropped from the tailgate, feet
shoulder-width apart, shoulders spread like Sarah Connor in a wife-beater.
(Judgement Day) Mega set down her bookbag.  I popped the top, and sat on
the edge of the roof.

   "Don't let her catch you," then it's over, "Mega!" She nods,
sidestepping, then dropping a foot behind it.  Perpendicular, a half pace
to step out, toes pointed like a dancer, and lunge forward.  Too slow,
linear strikes with lateral footwork, and monster reach.

   "Hehah!" She snatches at it, pulling back too fast, and hops back.  Mega
swings her back foot around behind her, and shifts her weight to it,
zagging back out of charging range, then sidesteps the inevitable, slapping
her flailing arm away.  Still too impulsive, I've got mass on her, but she
could really twist your arm.  But she can't catch Mega, as long as she's
evading, and circling.  She drops out her back knee, rolls back, pushes,
and jumps out, arms snapping straight behind her.  "nH!" Diving feet first
into the water.  Heartbreaking to watch.

   "Think fast!" I toss her a beer, and take a sip.  It's just a beer, I
got plenty of support around me, and didn't bring anything harder.  Bert
pulled another off the rings, the other 3 wouldn't be enough to get me
drunk anyway.  I burped.  No way I'm driving all the way back up to get
more, I killed it, bounced it off the tailgate, jumped down, and ran. 
"Cannonball!" I blew them out of the water.

   This ain't group, therapy.  Or talk therapy, whatever, not my scene. 
Not a singles club, neither.  "Hate to have broken her heart," I sigh, and
let myself feel that regret, but better to've gotten it over with.  She was
losing her objectivity, and finally wrapping her head around abusive
mindsets might've caused a minor breakdown.  Or a moderate one, probably
more severe if I stayed.  I hummed, our song.  {Elvis Costello - Sweet Pear
(Mighty Like a Rose.)}

   "Those who say they loved you would never dare..."

   "Hm?"

   "Gimme a hand outta her'," she pushed up, and out.  "Uh," I pulled up to
a knee.  "Damn bank." Starting to erode a little, but downstream from so
many metropolitan areas, I'm not too concerned for this particular
watershed.  "That a container ship?" I shade my eyes.  "Tanker." Looks
like. Mega shrugs.  No binoculars, or waving I can see.  Locking up, I
handed out gear.

   Not a singles club neither, more of a private party.  Invite only, my
ViPs.  I gathered their shoulders ToGetHer, and passed around hugs.  Amber
was still giggling and shivering a little.  "You satisfied?" I pulled her
hand off, and around his back.  She shook her head, and frowned in
frustration.  Tension, it's not good for her.  She can't think.  "Huh, well
you wanna take a run at momma bear?" I chuckle, and push her back.  She
giggles, and chases me, I feel like a kid again.

   Who knew, playing slap and tickle with such a perverted little girl
could be so fun?  Not so little, she's getting faster, making me feel
older. "Yegatme," I rolled back giggling, and she pounced.  "Hehah!" I
don't know what I did wrong to deserve this, but I plan to keep doing it!

   She slicks his wet hair back, and puts on some shades.  "Vinny?"

   He shakes his head, jaw hard, "Vic."

   "New Persona?" She brightens up, nods.  "Aggro!"

   The other kids start up the trail, arm, and arm.  Shoulders, and waist,
backpack, and hip-packs.  Too bad Larry doesn't want to come down here. 
"Huh," him, and Meghan.  They're gay, and got lucky enough to find someone
else to be gay with.  I don't see them together enough, but I've got this
evil little thing in my arms, "Emotional release?"

   "Not yet," she grins.

   "Wheell!i!i!" sigh theatricly, and roll my eyes, "if I'm gonna get you
off then I better get started." I joke, she laughs.  She gets it, I'm a
sarcastic bitch, and she shares my sense of humor.  I try to avoid anything
dangerous or abusive, and think too much about the definitions.  Hard
little body, shame about the chimp tits, but sHe(*) doesn't care about them
either.  (*capitalizing the He in her.) Honestly, it's hard to keep track
of everthing, up there.  Send em back up to Dr.  Maud to patch em up as
needed, but keep em out of trouble.

   No victims 'round here.  I held up a finger, and she quivered against
it. "Spank me," she rolls over breathlessly, and I make a lap for her. 
Like a redheadded stepchild.  "Uh!" Right through the gap in her thighs. 
Behind the truck, of course.  Some semblance of modesty.  Gracious!  Cover
my shit-eating grin, and wait for her expect' FAP!  "Uhn!" 'ation to wear
off.

   "You been bad today?" Fap, "COUNT em!"

   "Nh," she wimpers, "Three?  Nuhuh!  Four?" Let me pick off a switch, or
maybe go get my ruler.  Yeah, "Aigh!" Nasty Habit.  "Five?  WhHm. 
NhnHhHM." I hold her.  Pat her back, then let my hand slip down the base of
it, under her butt.  Between her legs.  "Hn!"

   I sigh back, and roll my i!i!s.  "So Vinny, and Vic, should I expect a
Vidi?  Which ones' Blue Steel, and which one's Magnum?" Her shoulders jump,
laughing, and her cervex pops, a little.  She shrugs.  False alarms, she's
getting very good at faking them, all those muscles in those places guys
don't have.  No Ladies here, neither.  (See rule #1.)

   "Vedee'?"

   "..."Vini, Vidi, Vicci." ~Augustus Caezar.  "What're they teaching you
kids in school these days?"

   "Hn!" She wasn't listening.  Too bad I can't pinch her like Meghan, and
Larry.

   "Huh," and I went and fucked it up.  Filthy child mollestor, now I was
getting turned on.  "You mind?" She shook her head, and felt down to get
busy.  She's really rather pretty like this, with the masks peeled off, and
just feeling.  I reach up from her chest, and run my knuckles over her
cheek.  Harder, and tighter than when I met her, the hair's too dark, I
can't pick out her hilites, except where they're growing out at the roots.
"Hmh!" Bite my lip.  Slippery little fingers.  She doesn't have to shave,
for me, but she likes to.  I feel little prickles under the side of my
thumb.  Tricky spot, to get all of them.  Damp panties, I know it's just
river water.

   Sick little bitch.  Is there nothing she won't try in her endless quest
for fetishes?  Splap!  "Uh!" she jumped surprised, and tensed around my
fingers.  Hers went back to work.  Can't multitask for shit, but it helps
to distract her with something, "Myeah!" pant, "There," that, thus, and
henseforth...  "Nyeahuh!" Emotional release, good reliable way to kick off
the fireworks.  Don't stop now, Ruth.

   "Yeah!" There, I grinned, and relaxed.  Caught my breath.  She lit one
for me too, and fixed her underwear.  Too bad Gloria threw out all her
uniform stuff, I gave her one last playful swat.

   Megha came down, and grabbed her bike.  (Bacchetta( down the frame, a
long straight hydroformed oval of a beam between the cranks, and the
deraileur, with an idler pulley under her seat.  Dropping it on it's MTB
tires, she dropped on, and clipped up her helmet.  "Hn!" Next to me, I
handed her my keys.  "Stay outta trouble," it ain't a B&B, neither.  "Help
me up," he reached down from the ramp.  "Uh!" Damned back.  No rest for the
wicked, I caught my breath.  "Got a cigarette?" He didn't let go my hand,
and lit it for me.  "Thnks."

   Good hike.  "You mind?"

   "Nah, I'm a'ight." smoke blew in my eye.  The wind caught it, I swear!
"I got this," I kissed the back of his hand.  WTF, I ain't gettin no
younger.

   "I didn't bring any,"

   "Gaskets?" I laughed.  "Fuck it, you been outside of Group?" It's
complicated.  "We all got our shots, and tests." Very complicated.  {~D. 
Who - "Blink."}

   "What about?"

   "Huhah!" Need another beer, damn it.  "I had them scoop all that out
while they're in there." Figured they're wrist deep anyway.

   "Sexy!" he laughed.

   "Amber?"

   "You can't cheat on her," I waved it off.  He knows that, "C'mere." Grab
his belt.

   "Mh?" I blink, shake my head, and sit up.  Hmm, I'm no good at Dream
Interpretation, but it's getting light, and Amber's side of the tent was
empty.  Or whatever she's calling herself now.  Better right this down,
little trigger rolls out with the notebook, and pencil.  Probably just a
fantasy anyway, all the kids together, swinging, possibility for an orgy. I
get on top of the sleeping bags so I don't soak through the plastic side.
Yeah, that would be hot.  Amber, Bert, Mega, Maud.  "Huh!" ...  Don't need
any lube, so I wrap little trigger.  Don't want any splinters, nothing sexy
about that.

   Huh, must've molested me in my sleep, again.  Got to the point I don't
always even wake up, just got off, and had fucked up wet dreams.  Good
ones, I'll admit...

   No Action {FT NS...  ????}

   "Huh?" Sit up, and grab my phone.  [9:27]

   [Ruth] ?

   "Uh!" i!i!  Take a moment.  "Really?"

   "Wait," didn't sound like she'd been crying, "Good morning."

   "Implausible," Rub my eyes, grab my glasses.  "This better be good."

   "Amber's getting, huh!"

   "Escalating?" Not sure where that came from.

   "Yeah, not more violently." I heard a spinal pup, "Uh, thank goodness."

   "Escalating how?"

   "Watersports, mostly.  An I don't mean like Mega might mean it.  How is
she?""

   "Hamb'r?" I yawned, and hit the electric kettle.  Robe tied, I grabbed
my apron.  "Hmh," Sausage!

   "Right, I think I got her primary fantasy out of her." She lies.

   "Rape." Drop the crumbles in an egg pan.  "This isn't news."

   "Right, but what about the victims?"

   "Good point," mark it up so it doesn't drip.  "Need eggs."

   "We're out of town, now.  Oh, she stole my truck this morning, not sure
whether to report it, yet."

   "Victimology?"

   "Men." Nod, to myself.  Mhm?  "Anger Retaliator?"

   "You're the shrink, Idafuckin know."

   "Right, but you're a Retaliator, you think she's motivated like you?"
Flip.  "I've quit the practice, my objectivity's shattered, and." Burt.  I
could probably be brought up on charges, if he reported me to the right
people.  "I've got to open up the Dojo, later."

   "I mean we're gone, don't worry about where, but look for Victims
anyway. You still going to group?"

   "Maybe the next one," sigh and drop the pan in the sink.  Press out some
coffee, and get the big soup mug.

   "I don't think she was exclusive, but I'd bet pissing play, panties, and
a male victim in there somewhere.  Just a head's up,"

   "Thanks," sincerely.

   "Knowing is half the battle."

   Hand In Hand {?F Anal Rape}

   "Huh?" She stood up, stuffing something in a bag.

   "We're moving."

   "What happened?" I started grabbing packed stuff, and stacking it by the
trail.

   "I was raped," she shrugged, and gathered poles.  "Someone knows we're
here." Like she just said that it had rained, the latter statement had more
fear in it.

   "Wait, back up." I shook my head, "WHUH!" Generator.  "WHo?"

   "That's what's got me," Huh.  She sat down, and started playing pickup
sticks with shock-cords.  "I went through the list of people who even know
where this is, and nobody matches."

   "Physically?" I sat down.

   "Not big, or strong enough for Burt, or even Meghan.  About as tall as
me, at least at the hips, hard bodied."

   "Male."

   "Yeah!" Very, "Uh, god it was hot!" Red faced, she stuffed them in the
sleeve, and handed them over.  "Blitz attack, I don't know what he hit me
with," Rubs up under hair, "I never saw him.  He didn't say anything, but
it felt like Revenge.  He bagged my head, and bent me over." She looked at
the log bench.  "Huh, 2 fingers" m|L "Until he got hard, dry anal.  Huh,
pulled out, and re-entered until I was too lose to pop.  I don't think he
got off, but I felt him slip in a rubber.  Took it with him.  Before I got
the hood off, he ran down the trail, and hopped on a bike.  I found his
track, in the sand wash, or I think I did.  BMX knobbys."

   She rubbed her arms, not my fresh thumb prints on the inside of the
biceps, fingers around the back.  "When was this?"

   There was some signs of a struggle, the kitchen was a wreck.  Or she
melted down, probably a good fit of rage.  "Couple hours," she shrugged. 
Glad I missed it.

   "Two, three," I popped fingers out over the loads to run down to the
truck.  "The gate's locked," shouldn't need the trailer.  "Think he's one
of your's?"

   "The only one it could be," she shook her head, "Didn't know where I
lived, and doesn't have the balls." She stood up, twisting on her toes to
uncross her legs.  "He's fatter too." She looked up, remembering.

   "Gayle" {MT TV Drag NS}

   "Hey, Larry."

   I looked away, realizing he doesn't know me like this.  "Teha, Gary!?"

   "Or Gayle."

   "Wow," he took my hands, and held them out.  Backing up, looking down,
about my height.

   "You know Virginia?"

   "The only one I've heard of," she shook her head, "Is an alias for. 
Wait, why are you in drag?"

   "About this tall, Harkonnen blonde hair."

   "Hhihn!" He covered his mouth, "Yeah, that's Amber all right."

   "Who?" It doesn't even look like amber.

   "My girlfriend's ex." He rubbed his nose, and his teeshirt squished over
his boobs?  "It's complicated, how do you know her?"

   "She was going to meet me.  Actually I haven't seen her in a few days."
Almost a week.

   "D'ju check the campsite?  Ruth's, down the river, on the service road
for the gorge national park?" I kept shaking my head.  "You got a bike?" He
picked up the handlebars.  "Hop on." He picked it up, and turned it around,
"The pegs?" I stood up, "Hang onto my shoulders." I had to close my eyes
most of the way, but we stopped a long way down.  "Wait here." He ducked
under the gate, got on, ducking real low, then turned, and flew up the side
further down.

   I waited, over, and over in the bathroom.  I wish she took me home once,
she knew where I lived, of course, broke in at night, or when I was in the
bath, waited for me when I got home from school, but she never came back to
the restroom.  "Hm," He came back down fast, and started pedaling.  A blur
at first, then slower, and slower until he had to hop off, and walk it.  I
walked down to meet him.

   "Nothing but the statue.  Heard about it," shrugged, "Never seen it. 
Glad she finished it."

   "You talk to yourself too?"

   "Am, Virginia?"

   "Or Ginny, Ginger, Vinny..."

   "Right," he reached over the gate, grabbed the seat, hopped over. 
Turned sideways, and flipped it up on the front wheel.  "Okay, what'd she
do to you?"

   "I don't know," I thought, "Is there words?"

   "Sexualize, humiliate, molest, rape..." I just kept nodding.  He stuck
his thumb out, but the car turned, and drove up the road.  "Fantasies? 
What fantasies?"

   "Uh," I looked up, "Pissy sissy?  She calls it a 'purile micturation
fetish' but,"

   "She projects it on you?" Yeah?  "Forced feminization" mostly to
himself, "You smoke?" No, "Weed?"

   "Uh uh?"

   "Don't start, nasty habits.  Huh," He drops his thumb, and bike back on
the wheels.  A truck pulls up.  "Help me throw this in back," I get it over
the side.

   "How far?"

   "Anywhere back in town," I tried to climb up the tire like he did, but
the skirt didn't help.  He closes the window.  "What should I call you?" He
curled up the last to fingers in his lap.

   "Oh, Gary or Gayle is fine."

   "Are you?"

   "Oh no, this is just for the scene, role-play?  Yeah, she likes doing
all these characters."

   "Gayle's a bottom?" Shake my head, "Top?" We have to duck down, out of
the wind when we start speeding up.  I take off my wig so it won't blow
away.

   "That's for Vic.  Italian guy, one of her characters.  He's the bottom."

   "Anal?" Yeah, "Huh!  Okay, how do you feel about all this abuse?"

   "Oh, it's just play.  She says it keeps her from going out and finding
real victims.  Oh, or Vicky, in the girl's room.  The only way we can
really pull off restrooms, she doesn't really ever look like a boy."

   "So, it's always girl rapes man?" Yeah, "And you're okay with that?"

   "Sure, it's not even realistic.  I mean, a girl can't rape a man, that
way.  I at least have to get turned on." Or it's bad, she's got a temper. I
look down.

   "You know what co dependence is?  Okay, it's like addictive behavior,
but you habituate to abuse.  I know what she said, but she lies.  Get used
to that, she doesn't want you to think it's abuse, or you're actually a
victim so you'll report it.  You want to talk to the cops?" He slaps the
side twice, and we start slowing down.  Slide open the window.  "Anywhere
in here."

   He hops down, "Hand me the.  Uh.  Thanks, here." I take his hands, and
my skirt flaps up like a parachute.  "No," he holds his hands out, "Fuck.
Of course her office is closed, it's not her office any more." He walks his
bike, "Here," pulls something out of a cargo pocket, "We have this sort of
meeting." Folded sheet of paper, "For sexual disorders, and survivors."

   "Oh," I just fold it again, and try to stick it in my back pocket. 
"Right."

   "Come on, you know what Victim Rehearsal is?" I shake my head.  "Back
here, how long's this been going on?"

   "Couple years," shrug.

   "Really?" I think, summer before last, so I nod.  "Hhmf!" Both hands
down his face.  "You mind," he backed me into a corner, "Showing me what
she did?  Just go through the motions, pretend I'm her."

   "Who?"

   "Oh," thinks back, "Vic, is it?  Hehah!"

   "He laughs just like that!"

   "I know."

   Little Triggers {T/v Mict Drag Fetish.}

   I knew I shouldn't have done that, "Does she molest you?" Now they're on
the run!

   She stepped in, can't really get the posture right.  Behind the Theater
that wouldn't even start to open for a couple hours.  "No, like her." Bars
up.  He can't quite do her, not enough confidence.  Hesitates, I take his
hands by the wrists, and put them on my belt.  Not even traffic yet,
between the lunch, and commuter rushes.  He is a fence, a degree of
separation between her, and I.  I don't know what a firewall is, but I
imagine it's much alike.  But I can look back, right at her, straight into
her fantasies.  Harkonnen hair, all right.  Not Kwizach Hadarach, so Mentat
Assassin?  Far too clever for her own good, she tries to hide, and sucks at
it.  Yeah, Piter.  Red lipstick.

   I kick them off, and release as soon as his fingers are back.  "Nh!" I
pull his hand back from the wrist.  Thin, and a little flabby, it's like a
giant penis, but with 2 bones in it!  "HihnH!" It runs down the inside of
the cup, and trickles down my legs.

   "Yeah, just like that."

   "She doesn't have, hH?" He feels me, maybe not my pulse in him, like I
do, through my wet crotch, against the inner cup of my orthotic.  "Does she
go Thatch on you?"

   "Yeah," that's what she calls it.  I figure she dated Meghan, she can't
not share hir cyberpunk fantasies...  "Nh!" He squeezed his legs, and
twists, knees slightly bent under the skirt.

   "You mind?" I reached down for the hem, and slipped the orthotic out of
the custom holder.  "Mmh!" He's hard, of course.  Boxers, under the woolen
pleated skirt.  Like a kilt, or schoolgirl skirt, plaid.  Flannel?

   "Ngh!" He grunts excitedly.  Double, no triple crossdressing with the
boxers.  All right, whatever your fucking name is, you do have an artistic
bent.

   "Nhihn!" It's cute, reminds me of Charley's.  I know she uses that one,
save it for later.  3 fingers, thumb alongside it.  "How old are you?"

   "14," woah!  "Nhihehuha!"

   "God!"

   'uh huh huh huh!' I dropped my knees on my shorts, and pulled up his
skirt.  Damned fly button.

   "Hn, uH!" Okay, missed the first couple, got the rest.  Spat it in the
puddle, I really need a bottlecage.  Forgot the damned rubber, again.  Step
over, and pick up the handlebars.

   "Oh, and a packa smokes." the convenience store is around the corner.

   ...

   "She doesn't suck me off."

   "Yeah, kind of got out of character.  I can't really do her, well,"
maybe once, or twice.

   "What are you?"

   Complicated, "Huh!" very complicated, "Frame of reference.  Hm, okay,
I'm a princess becoming prince fucking charming.  Context will have to
wait. Just, nod, and shake your head: Bondage?  Pain?  Anger?  Power? 
Humiliation?" Big yup!  Take a drag, "Verbal abuse, piss sissification,
incest?" No, "Good, uh..." Crossdressing assumed.  Processing...  "Where'd
you meet?"

   "Over by the school.  Freshman."

   "Hop on," I held the tail for him, "Where can I drop you?" Flip the but
onto pavement.

   "There's good."

   Victim Rehearsal.  Obviously 'Bert.  That's her disguise hanging on like
a backpack, my cargo pockets flap lightly.  I take another sip so it
doesn't slop out of the bottle with the lid off any more.  Get the
handlebar again before I have to make the turn, and climb.

   "Hop off," I dismounted, and pushed.  "If you could pick her favorite,
how's that go?"

   "In the men's room, Vic at the urinal, from behind.  There's one up
behind the gas station with a lock on the door.  When she find his panties,
she tells him what a sissy he is until he starts crying, then she calls him
baby, and licks his tears.  When he gets hard, she humps his back and jerks
him off.  She catches it, and drops his pants.  Then she calls him fagot
and fingers his butt.  Down on the floor, she pisses on his face, and makes
him eat her out.

   Or Gayle is the same, but I put my skirt up, and reach around to finger
her.  Just up her butt, no in the crack, through my panties, if I can pee,
that's great.  Bent over the toilet, there's no stall, but there's handicap
bars.  Lots of spanking, and if it's Ginny then slut shaming instead of
gay. You know, weak bitch, little whore, she makes me talk dirty.  I don't
mind, but she told me what all to say.  Not like a script, I learned what
turns her on."

   "What about fucking?"

   "Not yet.  I mean, you mean me inside her?  No, she calls it
frottribado, she likes rubbing together.  With her cunt, or between her
legs, too."

   "Ginger?"

   "Oh, that's just her."

   "Face?"

   He nods?  "She's real flirty, but she's not one of the fantasies.  Like
Virginia, I can't tell them apart, they both answer to 'Ginny.  Do you know
what's wrong with her?"

   "She's not D.I.D," Throw my leg over, "Sorry, Multiple Personality.  Hop
on." It's downhill from here.  "You got anywhere to be?"

   Sigh.  Sounds like a cast of characters for different people.  Rotating
cast, aside when she's done with them, move on.  She's an actress, and how
could anyone be more obvious lying than "Amber." Full headslap, catch the
grip before it wobbles.  That's how she lied to us, she 'lied' to us. 
"Fuck!" I can call her down for this.

   Mega {MmT Bukk.}

   Carry up Babe, hanging the sixer low.  Bump the door with my toe. 
"Hey," drop them on the counter, and carry it out to the patio.  "Who're?"

   That's not Larry, wearing his clothes.  Anglo for one.

   "Gary," he gets up.

   "hiwhere's Larry?"

   "Went to see Maud," he looked uphill.

   "Who's this?"

   "Janet's other victim over the last couple years."

   Unclip my hip pouches, and sling them in the corner.  "Mhm?" Look over,
"What'd"

   "Uh," where to start, "Cross dressing, pissy play, and rape fantasy?"

   "She raped him, repeatedly."

   "Huh!" roll my eyes, and reach for the lampshade.  Twist my hand,
crosslegged beside the couch.

   "In bathrooms, mostly, we got it all written down.  Power Assertive, and
Reassurance, Anger Retaliation, but not Exitation." Not a sadist?

   "That's new." Pass it up.

   "Larry found him, or."

   "She told me he knew her."

   "Manipulative though," that's pretty wicked.  "I remember you, vaguely.
8th grade?"

   "Freshman," he looked down, "I skipped," blushed.  Yeah, she did a
number on him!

   "Sexuality?"

   "Not there yet," Huey held up a hand.

   "Welp!" No present like the time, "Let me get out of these work
clothes." Waitress dress, uniform, hot, and impregnated with grease. 
That's why, I graduated before he moved to my school.  I reached to pull my
bag out from under the futon, and undid a button.

   "I've seen you." I nod.  I don't even try to hide any more.  Huey rubbed
my shoulders.

   "How's your day?" I looked back, showed him I needed some sort of
release.

   "You like what you see?" I reached back, fingerspelled.

   B.  U.  K, K.  A.  K.  E.

   "You ever been in a circle jerk?" he felt down, and pinched at my bra
clasp.

   "I've heard about it."

   "Porn?"

   He nods back to me.  "Well, this' likeat, only we don't need porn."

   "Uh!" They dropped together, and Hubert stood up behind me.  He looked
down at Huey jr., then me, then the twins.  I'd keep the undershorts on for
this.

   "You just have to jerk off," I leaned back, and let my dress slip down
my arms, then lifted off my bra, and set it aside.

   "I heard you're gay."

   "You too." I nodded.

   "Well yeah, but that was a couple years ago."

   "I'm not, you know?"

   "Do you?" I chuck my head, "You mind?" He didn't step far enough back,
so I caught the top of his shorts, and pulled him in.  "Whad'we we got
here?" I wondered how small it was soft.  "Hihinm!" He's right, it's like a
worm, winking.  "Have a seat," I swung him over by the flaps of his pants
to the corner of the couch, and pulled them down.  He did so I could pull
them off with his shoes.  "It's okay, relax.  Nhihihn, you sure aren't
gay!" He smiles, "Like this?" I push his fingertips up with mine, flat out
front, up, and down.  Slipping between my fingers.  Palm his balls, gently,
"Nh!" Cute nod.

   Pudgy, not as fat as Ruth, I run his shirt up.  "NhHhn!" Training bra?
Right, the mentioned that.  "Transvestite?"

   "I like it," enough chest fat to puff them out, but stretched to the
sides.  Not cups, but there's a seam up the middle, nowhere near his
nipples.  I felt out, and down to one.  "Oh!" Boyish sigh.  I pinch his
dicky, and pull to run my fingertips under the tiny piss ridge.  Compared
to Burt, it doesn't, only the second I'd seen this close.

   "SMWP." He doesn't hunch, so I open it's eye, and kiss that.  Salty, I
forget exactly how tears taste, but this is different.  Not as salty, a
little stronger than sweat.  Lick it around real good, "swuip!"

   "Huh!" there's a hunch, and a sub-hunch when the skin slips wetly over
it.

   "Go on," I straighten up, and reach down to my chest.  Uh, straightening
up for work, and a brunch shift too.  "Hand me a beer?" Huey wags back, and
back again, peels one off.

   "Second cumming," he warns me, it could be a little while.  So, I scoot
up, and lick him from balls to skin real quick, lean back, and watch.  He
grunts, and pinches his scrotum around his middle finger with his tips,
keeps grinding into his palm.

   "Hm!" Nod, and look around from the side.  The skin's pulled back,
especially at the top, and it crackles a little in his palm.  I reach in my
compression shorts, and palm my mons, pinching my finger between my lips.
"Neat!  Hn!" Lick my lips, and watch.

   "HihH!" I grab his wrist, and pull him up.  The first shot goes over my
shoulder, but I aim him down, and close my eyes.  Right on my cheekbone,
but the next leaves a line down next to my nose, and sticks my bangs
together.

   "Hn!" out my nose, I tilt up, and some dribbles down my lips.  Tight, I
want to lick him, but I don't know where all he's been, and what I do know
isn't reassuring.  "Hhm!" Not a whole lot, I have to wipe my eye,

   'huhuh!' He's on his knees, so I bend down quick, to catch it on my
neck, and chest, it runs down anyway.

   "Nh!" I lean over, and grip the bottom of it, milk up to "Smp!" A little
goes a long way, as long as I can taste some.  I lean back, and he bends to
clean off my neck, and chest.  A little runs down to my tummy.  He kisses
me, so I can taste it in his mouth.  "Help me up," he lifts my hands, and
holds them to pull on.  "Mh!" I scratch under my tit, where the strap line
was still getting blood back into it.  Pull the drain on the tub, and start
the water.  Wash my face in the sink, pull my bangs apart with my fingers.

   Close the bathroom door, flex to pop out the definition, twist turn,
pull off my pants.  Hopefully Larry'll be home soon, but I should get off
pretty quick.  I have to pull it up, but I can get it to roll on my pubes
in my palm.  "Nh!"

   [\] Bukkake.  I'm going to count 2 loads for half.

   Gary {CINm Solo Exhi.}

   "See ya," Hubert left.

   She came out in a towel, and dried her hair.  "How many times you get
off?" Threw it back in the bathroom.

   "Two, today." Unbelievable, the kind of story I didn't even think to
make up.

   "Who else?" She reached out, "Can you hand me my bag?"

   "I had sex with?  Larry."

   "Did he molest you?  Hhnh!" Deepvoice, I never expect that sound to come
out of her, "And Berty?  Hubert, Huey, 'Bert, whatever."

   Very hard to talk to.  "No, we just talked, he explained a few things, I
didn't know she was a rapist.  Sorry," look down.

   "It's okay, she raped me too." Naked, she just reached up, and pulled on
a shirt.  I didn't see anything hanging out, just some skin peaking
between. "Oh," she reached down, and pulled up my shirt.  "Have you heard?"
She pulled herself open, with her fingers, and showed me.  "I can get him
out if you want to see."

   "Who?"

   "I have a micropenis.  Hormones."

   Can you take your shirt off?  She ripples.  "Why didn't she tell me
about you?" She should've bragged.

   Shrugs, "Compart, or secret.  Hm, IDKnow how she thinks."

   "Larry does," I think.  "What did she do to you?"

   "She destroyed my self-image, and took my virginity.  Well, the big one,
byegones." She was already blushing.  "See?" She moved her hands.

   "It looks like a little penis?"

   "Penesse'." She corrected, "Hnhihn!" She stuck her thumb next to it, and
made it bounce back, and forth.  "I'm a semi-hermaphrodite."

   "Huh," I looked up.  I like her body, "Like Larry."

   "Yeah, we're gay."

   "If I was Larry, I'd be gay too."

   "You like Larry, huh?" Nod.  "What you guys do?"

   "I think he called it rehearsal?"

   "Victim Rehearsal?"

   "Yeah, it didn't feel gay at all, or like Janet?" Okay, "Yeah, I
remembered, and told him.  Then when he brought me here, he talked to me,
and wrote it down, asking questions the whole time, until 'Bert came home.
I guess he took over.  He told me about Bukkake when you're in the
bathroom. You guys are?"

   "Complicated.  Hw!" she blew her bangs, and looked down.  "You know what
Menage' troi means?  Okay, Larrys my boyfriend, and we share Burt.  Sort
of. He's also going out with our ex-therapist, Larrys up there now probably
still Vulcan Mind Melding with heer."

   "Heer?"

   "H.  I.  R," she signed, "Hir.  That's most of it, you met Janet."

   "What is she?  Serial Rapist, I heard, but what does that mean?  Does it
even make sense?"

   "Did she hurt you?"

   "My butt, I don't like how she put her fingers up there, it hurt."

   "She did it wrong.  Huh, well what about the other stuff?"

   "She made me feel bad,"

   "Emotional abuse, verbal." Didn't sound like a question.  "CODA," looked
down, "Uh, did you enjoy any of it?"

   "I liked feeling her, and when she let me play the badguy, I got to feel
her get off.  She was always so nice to me, sometimes, and she tried to do
romantic things for me.  She bought me stuff, or stole it.  Yeah, she
probably stole it.  Underwear, I actually like the underwear, and you're
just not going to put any clothes on?"

   "I'm semi-nudist.  I've been wearing that horrid uniform all day, do you
mind?'

   "Not at all, I could look at you all day."

   "You like spooning?"

   "What's that?" I shook my head.

   Meghan {Im ...}

   "Snh!" Was he crying?  I blinked, shut my eyes again, and went on
breathing.  "Uhn uhn uhn uhn!" He sobbed.  Probably a nitemare, I just
hugged him, hoping that was right.  Not enough information, we could talk
when he was done, patience...  "Sorry, Snh!"

   "Nightmare?" Tell us about it Janet.  (Magenta/Columbia)

   "Nhun?"

   "You want to talk?"

   "Uh uh."

   "Are you turned on?" I didn't feel for it.

   "Uh huh?"

   "Tell me when it feels wrong," I reached over my head, and opened the
drawer in the side table.  "Lay back," I scooted out, and felt down his
tummy.  He's not that fat, not much pudge down the front.  Shaved clean. 
Not even sprouting yet, the little perv.  Not him, mind you, roll it on. 
"Did she use these?"

   "Yeah." Hm.  Right, someone mentioned evidence denial.  I don't want to
think about her kids.  "Mh."

   "Mh?"

   "It feels good."

   "You didn't fuck her?" He shook his head next to my shoulder.  "You want
to fuck me?"

   "Yeah!" Duh voice.  I climbed on, and felt up to his shoulders.  Brushed
his nipples.  "You like the underwear?"

   "I'm not a transvestite, but I'm prettier when it's on."

   "Hold still," I felt between us, and got situated.

   "She liked doing this." I didn't have one she knew about.  Not really
enough for this, but I popped the cap on the lube, and wet a couple
fingers.

   "If you like, you can hold the bar, right over your head." Not really a
bondage thing, but this is a lot easier to do by feel if he doesn't squirm
around.  "You okay?"

   "Uhuh!"

   "Mh, good." I popped out onto him, and slid up to drape over the end. 
Slick, I rubbed my fingers around on the head, and made it slicker.

   "Yeah." My quads tighened to slip them between us, and spread it around
the bottom.  I switched hands to feel if I was getting wet.  A little
clammy, maybe, but my knees dropped out when I dragged my finger back under
my nose.

   "Nh!" Goosebumps, I picked up his hand, and the other one followed to my
chest.  I'm up to a C.  More diet, less exercise.  I went a little to far
with trying to retard my growth.  "You've never been inside anyone?"

   "No,"

   'hhHHI!' Virgin.  I don't fetishize it, but WTF, [x]

   'huhuhuh!'

   "Uh!" don't humiliate him.  He's young, and I'm really not hot enough to
get off easier than to just let him slip out, pitch the rubber, and shower
in the morning.  I missed that whole awkward teenager phase.  I must say
it's kind of nice not having to work myself up, and relax to enjoy it.  I
wonder what size he is, and how he looks in underwear.

   "Go to sleep," I kiss his hair, "Sweety." But I fall asleep with my
fingers between my legs.  He's warm, and he doesn't snore.

   Gary {Im...}

   "Mh?" That wasn't a nightmare.

   "Hm?" She swallowed, and uncrossed her legs.  "You like baths or
showers" I looked up.  "Doesn't matter, there should be plenty of hot
water." I washed myself real good.  She didn't pee on my or anything, but I
had to think back.  What she said was "You really like Larry." I do, she's
awesome, I don't know any better words for her, but Larry.  He's really
weird, but I like it.  I think I'm starting to see all the pieces of
'Janet' mishmashed into this whole love polyhedron they had going on.  Or
"Clusterfuck," he called it.  Or maybe where she got a lot of her fantasies
from?

   It's not like all sex, all the time.  It's like every time we do
something, we stop, and talk about it.  And that's great, it helps me
think, about what happened, and see through her lies.  It was abuse, rape,
I was a victim, and this isn't.  It isn't wrong, they were helping me,
instead of taking advantage, and making me, what?  I have no idea what she
was trying to make me do, I just realized that she was.  I'm just not smart
enough to figure out what, but out of everyone involved now, I bet Larry
can help, with a little help from that Maud person.

   He has a mustache, and more than a pussy.  Not quite Boobs, boobs.  With
that sports bra, and baggy teeshirt, you could barely tell.  Didn't change
while he was here, I think I want too see more of him.  Not shy at all. 
He's about my size, but skinnier.  And it didn't feel wrong when he did the
same things to me.  Familiar, reminded me of them, but not wrong.  "Scoot
back," she came in the front of the curtain, and pulled it down.  "Turn
around." She washed out my butcrack.  "She raped you?"

   "Uhuh?" My voice echoed loud in the corner.

   "Relax," she rubbed my legs, "Do you think there's any damage? 
Bleeding, um pain when you."

   "No, but she was real rough."

   "Do you mind?"

   "Mind what?"

   "Hn, if I check you for damage?"

   "I guess.  Ah ahm!  Was that your tongue?"

   "Well I'm not gonna just jam a finger up there, no hemoroids, or
nothing?"

   "I don't think so."

   "Hold still." She never did that.  I never even thought about that.  I
guess there's other people, out there somewhere, but it felt weird.  "How's
that?"

   "Uhuh?"

   Her thumbs squeezed me open pretty hard.  "Hold still." I tried. 
"Seriously, stop squirming." She washed it out, and turned off the water.
"Huh!" Pulled back the curtain, and grabbed a towel.  "You want to try
this?' I shrugged, and kind of held up my hands.  "In my experience, it
helps to enjoy whatever hurt you, to get past it.  If you can."

   "Okay, I'll try."

   "Get up on the couch," she bent over, and folded it up.  Made it look
pretty easy.  "Like this," Up on my knees, I held on the back.  "Bend
over." She pulled a glove on, and snapped it behind me.  "What did she do?"

   "She just stuck her fingers in there, and fucked me.  Uh!" It felt cold,
and slick.

   "Relax," I tried.  "Try pushing out, like you're taking a, uhuh!" It
made me looser, and I felt her knuckle.  She popped it in and out a couple
times, "Nhnhin!" I felt her hand between my legs too, I mean her other
hand, it didn't have a glove on it.  Her fingers on my butt, and my balls
bounced a little too.  "And called you names, but don't think about those.
Don't think, just feel." Mhm?  She pulled out, and her knuckle popped
through, but when she pushed in again, her fingers were up, instead of
down, and she pushed deeper.  "Well, I don't feel anything." I did, it was
weird, "Did she touch this?" She rubbed it with her fingertip, and the
glove, it felt really weird.

   "Gnh!" She hit it, sometimes, and it was like getting kicked in the
balls, it even made my balls ache, like after she denied me an orgasm.  "It
didn't," I couldn't barely breathe, 'feel so good.'

   "Don't worry about getting off," she let my dangle go, "You've had a
busy couple days, and lots of guys can't keep it up with anal."

   "Hnh?" I didn't, but it almost felt like I did.  When she pulled out,
and I could breathe again.  I felt dizzy, light headed, but this dreamy
pleasure all over, like an ache, but good.  I went in the bathroom, and sat
down.  I didn't have to, it just felt like it, but I peed, and found some
wipes.  That took the sticky greasiness right off.  It felt tender, but
didn't hurt.  Even with the cold wipe, it felt good.  I liked it.  I
finally liked it.

   Mega {Im NS Talk}

   "How do you feel?" I washed the plate, and pan.  "Hungry?" he flushed,
and came back out.

   "Not really," he could lose weight, or gain it.  He wasn't unhealthy,
but certainly not on the thin, or muscular sides of the spectrum.  I read
Larry, and Burts' notes.  I'll add that he's avoidant about Burt's nudity.
Probably residual homophobia, and penis envy, being the de-facto "Fag" so
long.  Hates it, I can sympathise.

   "I was identified as a Dyke in highschool.  Like Faggot, but I played
along because it kept me from being hit on, directly." Janet exploited it,
of course.  "How do you feel?" he sat down, "Better?" He wasn't smiling,
but had that satisfied half smile, as if he hand't the energy or will to
flex those muscles completely.  Relaxed, he looked relaxed, and lacked the
words.  "Nevermind, you're not flashing back, at all?"

   "Oh, I am, still, since I met Larry, but it's weird.  It's not, it
doesn't hurt because I have the pleasure to compare to the pain."

   "That's how she manipulates," I realized, "Why she selects victims that
don't know no better."

   "So this is?"

   "Therapy," I guess, "Awareness that it doesn't have to be that way.  You
should probably take a break, that was what," I looked up, and counted, "5
orgasms in 18-20 hours?  You're 14, and got hypersexualized, so that's
pretty impressive by itself, but are these your clothes?"

   I picked them up, freshly washed and folded, not sure if it was Burt, or
Larry, but probably hirm idea.  Schoolgirl, St.  Agnes logo, probably
stolen.  "Huh!" He's a love-letter, or like a Zodiac (+) Taunt.  "Nemesis."
Roll my eyes, "You want a makeover?" Signed, addressed, she didn't send him
to Maud, directly.  I grabbed the tacklebox full of makeup from under the
sink while he got dressed.  Not a pretty face, he looks plain, and
unremarcable as a boy, but I always thought she might be colorblind.  I can
imagine how she made him up, that prostitot amateurish job, almost stage
paint.  Mikado.  {Gilbert and Sullivan.} "Nhmhim!  Close your eyes." I
dabbed the foam swab tip on my tongue, and leaned in.  "I think you're a
yellow, or orange." I unscrewed the cold-cream.  The test patch wasn't
quite right.  "Can you close 1 eye?" Blue, but deep blue.  As dark as blue
gets, "Do you sun-bleach?" I brushed his hair back from the temples.

   "It gets lighter in the summer." I held onto his forehead.

   "Hold still."

   "Me, and Larry are the same size." I looked down, Larry is skinnier, but
he has hips.  You can't really see them, with his pectoral trapezoid from
the back, or the baggy cutoffs, and untucked teeshirt ensemble, much less
the orthotics.  The belly made up for his narrow hips.  "Does he have any
panties?"

   "Jock straps," or actually a special orthotic carrier, that's what he
calls it.  He wears a cup, molded to shape the groin of his pants.  It's
uncomfortable when he's turned on, but it gets in the way anyway.  "You
like bras, and panties?"

   "They make me feel pretty." I let him nod, and turn the tacklebox around
to tip up the mirror, hot glued in the lid.

   "How's that?" No glasses in the way, or to magnify his eyes.  That would
be nice, because they're small, and deep-set.  Which is why I decided to
brighten, instead of shadow them, no liner, maybe some maskara?  Maud would
know.

   "Hm!" He turned side-to-side.

   He's young, and has cheeks.  "Hold still." I feel the bones, masculine,
out of place, so concealed by the fat.  Jawline too, a little too straight,
and an obtuse corner behind the molars.  May actually be the prettiest
weight for him.  Smooth, almost poreless, I skipped foundation to the blush
brush.  "You like buttfucking?" He looked down, and flushed.  "Look up?"
Merlot, but lightly applied, so it doesn't look painted on.  A little more
curve here too.  Toward the earlobe.

   "You know, I can't paint worth a," Damn?  "Shit.  A canvas is too flat."
They have corners.  "How's this look?" We don't have a hand mirror down
here, so I picked up the Plano, and tilted the mirror with my thumbs.

   "I look prettier!" Not gorgeously beautiful, but passible.  I buttoned
up her blouse, and left the sweater-vest folded up.  I like the blue skirt,
I hate patterns like stripes, and plaid.  Janet used to clash those too. 
Borrow a seam-ripper for that logo patch, it would bring out hir eyes even
more.  Cute little club nose, but it turned red when s-he blushed. 
Definitely blue, and gold, they should save up, and go shopping.

   "Gayle?" She nodded.  Looked like one of Gloria's classmates, in one of
the pictures.  Not any particular one, but would fit right in.  I kissed
his forehead.  "That's a start."

   A year and a half, amazing how much damage she could do in so little
time, give or take.  2 summers, but hopefully he wouldn't take so long to
patch up.

   .

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