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Victoria's Secret (MBmb TV, Gay, Anal, Phil)
   {Author's Note: This is actually part two.  If you haven't already read
"Playboys", go back and read it first so you understand what's going on.}
   I woke up with flashes from my dreams in my head.  Girls, and their
panties, and a wein sticking out the top.  I woke up all stiff, but dry,
and Tommy wasn't in his bed.  I remembered his Playboy, and went to look
for it.  There it was, under his matress, but there was something red
farther back, and I pulled it out.
   They where panties!  No frills, or anything, but they where nice, and
silky, not like boys underwear, and I guess they where pressed under there
because there was lines in them like they were brand new.  I slept naked
last night, like Tommy, so I put them on, and they fit perfect.  God, they
felt so good, and my wein stuck out like in my dream.
   "Hey!" I jumped, and spun around to see Tommy standing there in a towel.
   "Uh..," it was so embarrasing, but my wein felt so hard I hoped it
wouldn't bust.  "I'm so sorry."
   "Why?" he come up, and rubbed my butt through the naughty cloth, "They
look sexy on you."
   "Really?" that felt so good to hear, and my face, and my ears burned.
   "Uh huh," he let his towel fall down, and his wein bounced all stiff,
"Turn around."
   I did, and he felt all over my but with his hand.  I couldn't see, but I
bet I knew what his other one was doing.  "Why do you have panties?" was he
like me, and I never knew?
   He took a stuttered breath, "My girlfreind gave them to me before I
left," I was rubbing my front through the panties now, "But you can have
them if you want to be my girlfreind."
   That was so bad, and nasty sounding, it made my heart beat real fast in
my chest.  "Really?" I wanted them so much.
   "Uh huh," he pushed me over to his bed, "Sit down." I did, and his wein
was right in my face.  I was so fascinated by it, so big, and clean with
the cute little ruff of furr around it.  He made the "OK" with his hand,
and held it for me, "Kiss it." I closed my eyes , and kissed the end. 
"Deeper," he pushed, and I opened my mouth.  He tasted soapy, like the
Ivory bars smelled in the shower, "Suck it." I tried, like a lollpop. 
"Lick it."
   I spit it out, and licked up it from the balls.  "Like this?"
   "Lick it in your mouth," he pushed in again, and his hairs tickled my
nose.  I rubbed it with my tongue, tried to make it feel like when I rubbed
with my slippery hand.  I rubbed through the panties, and the waistband
tickled the end.  "Yeah," I looked up to see his eyes closed, "Nasty little
girl." I sucked harder, and rubbed with my tongue.  I really felt like a
girl now, and I wanted so much to make him happy, make him come in my
mouth.
   "Uh!" he pushed in and I felt him bulge in my mouth.  I tried to pull
back so I could taste it, but he pushed my head back down with his hand,
and kept comming.  "Swallow it!" I only got a little taste, but I gulped
anyway, and it felt thick, and goey like snot.  It was so sexy sick.  He
went all soft, so it squezed with my lips like Dr.  Rankin did with his
fingers while he pulled out.  The last bit blopped out on my tongue, and I
rolled it around a little before I swallowed.
   "You can have the panties," he leaned down, and kissed me, "Baby." It
was just a little kiss, like Mom's, but it made me feel so sexy, and girly.
I was still hard, so I mastrubated franticly while TJ got dressed.  "Don't
tell nobody, though." he said, "They wouldn't understand."
   "That we're queer?" I was so close.
   "No!" he laughed, "That you're really a girl."
   "How did you know?" just hearing him call me that pushed me over the
edge, "Uh!" I messed up the pretty panties.
   "Dr Rankin told me," I could barely hear him over the rushing sound in
my ears.  When I could open my eyes again, he was gone.  I got dressed, but
left the panties on even though they where dirty.  I could feel them all
day, especially when I got stiff.
   He caught up to me in the lunch hall, Dr.  Rankin, I mean.  "Come see me
in my office after class," he leaned over to whisper, but didn't touch me,
"I have something for you."
   "Really?" I felt a little stiffening in the panties, "What?"
   "You'll see," he looked around to see if anybody was listening, but I
was sitting by myself again.  I got up, but Tommy followed me to the
bathroom.
   "Hey," he backed me into the stall, "Baby." He kissed me again, but
stuck his tongue in my mouth this time.  I tried sucking it like he taught
me on his wein, and I could feel him pulling open his pants.  He pushed me
down to sit on the toilet, and stuck it in my mouth again.  I was getting
good at this, cause he commed real quick, and left.  I didn't swallow this
time, I pulled my pants down, and spit it in my hand, and rubbed it under
my panties.
   I wondered what Dr.  Rankin had for me.  Did he want to be my boyfreind,
like Tommy?  Maybe he'd get me gifts, like panties, and dresses, and
makeup. I squirted my come, and it mixed with Tommy's and my spit.  I
rubbed it lower, on my butt, and pushed it in.  It was so nasty, but I
didn't get hard again, so I pulled my pants up, and went back to class.  I
looked forward to them being over so I could see Dr.  Rankin, see what he
got for me.
   Finally, I got to his office, and Annette said "Go right in."
   Dr.  Rankin got up when I came in, "Close the door."
   "What'd you get me?" I was dying to find out.
   He laughed, and got something from his desk.  It looked like the
playboys, but it said "Victoria's Secret." My sister had some of those, but
she never let me see them.  "Pick some things out of this," he handed it
over, and got this plastic curl with numbers on it, "and I'll get you some
nice things." My hands shook as I looked through the catalogue.  It was
full of pretty girls in their bras, and panties, and other underwear.  "Try
to pick some inexpensive things."
   I looked at the prices, but just a seccond.  I really couldn't tear my
eyes away from the pretty things.  He wrapped the tape around my arms, and
pulled it tight on my chest.  "Do you wanna fuck me again?" I started
undoing my pants.
   "I have another appointment," he moved the tape down to wrap it around
my waist, "So not today." I looked at the pictures while he measured around
my butt.  "You're a size four," he told me, "Just so you know." I tried to
remember that.  "Now go on," he patted me on the butt, and I stuck the
magazine under my shirt so nobody would see.  "See you saturday!" he called
right before I shut the door.
   There was this boy sitting uncomfortably in the waiting room, and I
recognised him from the shower.  I tried to remember what his ween looked
like, but there was so many that night.  When I got back to our room, I
stripped down too the panties, and put my hand down them while I looked at
"Victoria's Secret." The girls looked so pretty in their lacy things, and I
wanted so much to look like that.  Some of them had these pretty wings, but
I couldn't see what they cost, though I wanted some like that, they looked
so sexy.
   "Hey," Tommy closed the door, and locked it, "Baby."
   "Hey, Tommy," I showed him the dirty book, "Lookit what Dr.  Rankin gave
me."
   "Awe," he undid his pants, "You never get to see there titties in
those." I didn't care, you could see there underwear in every picture, not
like the playboys.  "Bend over," he nodded toward his bed.
   "You wanna fuck me?" I lifted my panty clad butt for him to see.
   "Uh huh," he pulled my panties down, and rubbed my butt.  I brought the
catalogue around so I could look at it.  He kept rubbing my butt, down in
the crack, and he pushed his finger in.  I felt something cold, and wet on
his fingers, and I looked back to see him put the lotion back on the
dresser.
   He wasn't as big as Dr.  Rankin, so it didn't feel like I was splitting
when he pushed up in me.  I couldn't reach my stiff wein where it was, so I
rubbed it into the matress through the panties.  He felt around to my
chest, though, and tickled my nipples untill they stuck out too.  I
couldn't keep my eyes open, but I could still see the sexy lacy secret
things in my head while he fucked me.
   "Yeah," Tommy whispered behind me, "You like getting fucked, don't you
little girl?"
   "Uh huh," my voice cracked, and I thought I'd cry it felt so good.  It
wasn't the fucking, but just knowing he loved me, that it was him inside
me, and it made him feel good.  My nipples twinged like nothing I felt
before, an electric tingle that rippled down my belly, under the panties to
my wein, and his inside me.  I gasped, and felt it comming.  I squeezed
him, but I couldn't help it.  It pulsed tight in time to the twitches, the
come pumping out into my panties.
   "Uh," he pushed all the way in, and bulged.  I knew he was comming too,
inside me.  I made him do that, feel so good with my butt, and that made me
feel even better.  Now, I knew I loved him.  I stopped first, but he stayed
inside me untill I felt him get all soft, and fall out.  Like popping a
bottle, I could feel it comming out, and I couldn't hold it in no matter
how much I wanted to.  I quickly pulled the panties down, and grabbed a
towel to run to the bathroom.
   It squirted out as soon as I sat down, making this sick nasty wet noise.
The poop just fell out of me, leaving me feeling so empty, and dirty.  I
looked into the pot and it was all mixed together white, and brown.  I
flushed, and went to wash off.  The water felt so nice, nicer than a shower
ever felt before.  I took the hose down, and turned it so it was three
pulsing streams.  It massaged my butt, then squirted up in me warm, and wet
like come.  I squatted down, and pooped it out right there, then douched
again, and again until it came out all clear.
   Finally, I had to get another towel cause the one I brought was soiled.
I walked back to the room, clean as can be, and happy to get dressed for
breakfast.  I didn't see Tommy, but the boy from Dr.  Rankin's office
showed up, and sat down next to me.  "Hey."
   "Hey..." I didn't remember his name, if he ever told me.
   "Jake," he held out my hand, and squeezed when I shook with him.
   "Pete," all of a sudden, that didn't sound right, it was a boys name,
and I didn't want to be a boy any more.  "But you can call me Vicky if you
like." I guessed he had a secret like me, and I giggled a little at my
joke.
   "That's a girl's name," he giggled too, but covered his mouth.
   "Uh huh," I was feeling bad, so I decided to tell him, "I'm going to be
a girl when I grow up." but I whispered so nobody would hear.  He was kind
of pretty, and real young, so I think he lived farther down the hall than
me and Tommy.
   "How?" he let his eyes get real big.
   "Dr.  Rankin's gonna help me!" I hoped.
   "I knew it!" I jumped at how loud he was, "I knew you was one of his
'special patients'," he went back to whispering.
   "I saw you in the shower party," I told him, "But I thought you had to
be old enough to come for that."
   He looked down, and blushed real pretty, "Yeah well my roommate took me
cause I'm gay."
   "Really?" that was neat.
   "Uh huh," he nodded, "And he's not, so he thought I could go, and then
I'd leave him alone."
   "Oh." I couldn't think of anything to say, so I at another bite before I
realised I wasn't hungry no more.
   His head sank again, "I still can't get me a boyfreind," he mumbled.
   "Well," I thought about it, "Tommy's my boyfreind, but what about Dr. 
Rankin?"
   He laughed a little, "He doesn't want a boyfreind, he just likes playing
with some of us."
   "Oh," yet again, I was at a loss for words, "I guess we could fool
around though..." Tommy knew about Dr.  Rankin, and he didn't get jealous.
Speaking of him, he came in all clean looking, so I guess he was in the
shower all this time.  I waved, then pulled Jake back down when he tried to
get up.
   "Hey," TJ sat down, "Babe" he whispered in my ear.
   "Vicky," I whispered back, "I want you to call me Victoria now."
   He chuckled, "OK, Vicky," and rubbed my leg under the table, "It'll be
our little secret." He winked, and smiled to tell me he got it, and I
wanted to kiss him so bad, but there was too many people around.
   "What're we doing today?" it was saturday, so we didn't have no classes.
   "I dunno," he shrugged his shoulders one at a time, "What d'you wanna
do?"
   "Now don't start that!" I joked back.
   "Who's this?" he chucked his chin at Jake, trying to look invisible next
to me.
   "Jake," I answered, "He doesn't have any freinds so I told him he could
hang out with me today."
   I could feel Tommy's breath as he whispered in my ear again.  "How can
we fool around if he's here?"
   "It's OK," Jake finally joined the conversation, "I wanna play too."
   "What did you tell him?" his voice got low, and mad, and he squinted at
me.
   "Nothing," I mumbled, lying down at my food.
   "Don't worry," Jake whispered, "I won't tell anybody anything."
   Tommy sighed, "Well, might as well get out of here where we can talk."
He just got up, and took off, so I had to run to catch up as soon as I
dumped my tray.  I looked back, and Jake was right behind me.  Tommy walked
real fast, past the dorms, and the playground toward the woods.
   They didn't have a fence up, or nothing cause the school was way out in
the sticks, and we'd probably starve to death before we got anywhere if we
ran away.  Some boys did when they first got here, but they always came
back, or got picked up, and never tried it again.  I heard tell that some
boys actually got away once, but that was before I got here, and besides, I
liked it now that I was fitting in.  It was better than being back home
where nobody played with me, and my Mom, and sister ignored me.
   Anyway, there was this little path with cigarette butts from the boys
that smuggled them in.  It ended in this little clearing, but Tommy kept
going and the leaves crunched underfoot untill he stopped, and we caught
up. Looking back, I couldn't see nothing but trees, and bushes, and leaves.
"Alright," Tommy adressed Jake, still angry, "I don't know what you heard,"
he glared at me, "But, the other boys can make it real hard for us here if
they think we're faggots.
   I heard Jake gasp, and the word even hurt me a little even though I knew
I wasn't gay.  "Sorry," he looked like he was gonna cry, "I'm just so
lonely here."
   "Yeah?" TJ walked up to talk down to Jake, "Well, we all are, but we
find ways to get over it."
   Now Jake was crying, and his shoulders jerked with a sob.
   "Oh," the tender Tommy I knew, and loved came back out, "I'm sorry." He
lifted Jake's chin gently, and used his thumbs to whipe away his tears.  He
looked so pretty with his big green eyes all shiny, and his red cheeks.  I
knew Tommy had to see it, so I just kept my mouth shut, for now.  I doubt
he had any control over himself as he bent down to kiss the little boy.  I
felt a little jealous when he didn't pull back right away, but they kept
their mouths closed.
   Now, I moved in, but reached between to Tommy's pants instead of trying
to interrupt.  He sighed through his nose, and turned his head to open his
mouth.  Jake closed his eyes, and opened up to his tongue while I reached
in to pull out Tommy's wein.  It was almost hard, and stiffened the rest of
the way when I wrapped my hand around, and stroked him the way he liked it.
Tommy broke the kiss, and pushed the boy down.  He didn't even have to bend
as much as Tommy did to suck him in.
   It was my turn to kiss my lover, and I felt lips kiss my hand.  I let
go, and felt up under TJ's red, and white striped shirt with his name in
blue.  His nipples pushed back against my thumbs, and his hands slipped
down my sides under my pants.  His nipples where already stiff, so I
reached between us to pull down Jake's pants.  My underwear rubbed my ween
when they shifted around cause of Tommy's hands.  I pressed it into Jake's
butt crack, and reached around to touch him.
   He felt like I used too, when I first mastrubated in my sister's closet.
I remembered how she looked, between the slats, rubbing herself with her
hand, pinching her lips between her fingers.  God, someday I would look
like her.  I rubbed him like that, dry.  His crinkly little flesh slipped
between my fingertips, and I had to pull back for Tommy to undo my pants.
All three pairs where down, the different weens in hands, mouths, and
butts.
   Tommy turned Jake around, and he happilly switched to sucking me.  I
couldn't beleive nobody had done that before this, but it felt real good.
Soft, and wet, and warm.  "Uh!" Tommy let go of my mouth, and I looked down
to see his come squirt onto Jake's skinny back, and round little butt.  I
rubbed it in, and touched his little fuck hole.  It felt soft, and tender,
like mine after Dr.  Rankin, then Tommy fucked me.  My finger slipped in
easilly, and he went "M!" on my ween.  I was so close, too close, so I
pushed him off, and went back around to his butt.
   I used my thubs to pull his butt open, and let my spit slippery ween
slide down the crack.  He bent way down, ready for me to fuck someone for
the first time, and some of the goop rolled down to his soft little balls.
There was a white line, like a scar from his pink hole all the way down to
the tip of hit little twig of a weiner.  I pushed against him, and it
popped through before I knew it.  "Ohh!" he moaned, and I started fucking.
It was so damned sexy, I couldn't help my eyes clenching, my balls
twitching, my come pumping out into his tight little body.
   "Bong bong Bong bong," the bells rang out their familiar tune, "Bong
bong Bong bong!" Jake pulled away and my wein fell softly against my balls.
   "What time is that?" I stopped to count the hour, "Eleven!?" I quickly
packed up my pants, "I gotta go!" I hurried back to the dorms, threw my
clothes on the bathroom floor, and jumped in the shower.  "Don't jump in
the shower," my Mom used to kid me, "You could slip, and fall." I giggled a
little while I washed off.  I even sprayed out my rear real good though I
hadn't been fucked today.  I wanted to be real clean for my appointment.
   I couldn't find my panties, but the hampers where empty, so Tommy
must've taken the clothes down to the laundry before breakfast.  For a
seccond, I was afraid the laundry lady would find them, all crusted with
come, but there wasn't any thing I could do about that.  I didn't want to
put another pair of tighty whiteys on, so I just pulled my pants on over my
naked butt.  It felt naughty, like the pantys used to, but now they just
felt natural, right now that I knew what I was.
   Nurse Annette had the day off, or she was out to lunch cause her desk
was empty.  I tried his door, but it was locked, and I heard him call
through it.  "...be another minute," I could make out when I put my ear up
to it.  "uh," a littler voice grunted, "uh," again.  I sat down, and
waited, guessing what was going on in there.  I knew I wasn't the only
"special" patient, the only boy he fucked in this school, but it made me
mad.  I felt a little less special for being just another one of his
playmates.  Then, I remembered the catalogue, and ran back to get it.
   By the time I got back, his door was open, and he was waiting for me. 
"You're late," he checked his watch.
   "Sorry," I came in, closed, and locked the door without being told to,
"Had to go back fot this." I pulled out the lingere' catalog, and showed it
to him.
   He smiled, "Did you see anything you wanted?"
   "Uh huh," everything, but I'd circled the ones I thought he'd get me,
"These are real pretty." I showed him my favorite panties, not the
cheapest, but they where nice, and lacy.  I couldn't figure out why you
couldn't see anything through them, or the matching bra.  Maybe the lady
didn't have any hair down there, but she had to have nipples, right?"
   "Expensive," he petted his beard, "But I bet they'd look great on you!"
His smile was a little scary for some reason, but if he got those for me...
   "And this," I turned the pages to the little slip dress.  It sure didn't
cover much, and it had lace in the top, and around the bottom with what
they called "Spagetti Straps."
   "What color?" he didn't even look at the price, just at me which made me
a bit uncomfortable.
   "Pink!" of course.
   "Of course," he echoed my thought.  Then, he opened his drawer, and
dropped the catalogue in.  "I picked up some medicine for you." It was a
flat little round jar with no label, but there was a white torn corner
where a sticker got pulled off.
   "What kind of medicine?" I tried to take it, but he stood up, and
started screwing off the lid.
   "Get undressed, and on the table." I shrugged, and started on my pants,
"This will help you grow into a woman," he put it down open, and picked
some gloves out of a box, "But I have to show how to apply it." He looked
down as I bent to pull my feet out of my shoes, and slacks.  "No
underwear?" he grinned, "Naughty little girl."
   I blushed, and pulled off my shirt while he put on the gloves.  Funny,
he didn't use them last time, but he didn't wear a stethoscope, or that
mirror thingy on his head like a regular doctor either.  "Mine where
dirty," I really needed another pair, so I wouldn't have to wear boy's ever
again.  This time, they where downright filthy with come.
   "Yes," he helped me up, and slipped his hand between my legs, "I bet
they are." The gloves felt funny, rubbery, and I don't think I quite liked
it.  I sat down, and he turned to scoop out of the little jar.  "You have
to rub this on the parts you want to grow," it was white, and comey, he
rubbed it between his hands, "like this." I expected him, even wanted him
to go straight between my legs, but he rubbed it on my chest instead.  It
kept the gloves from squeeking as he worked it into my nipples, and I think
it tingled a little.
   They stuck out right away, and flipped back, and forth like swithches.
The stuff smelt mediciny, like muscle rub, or something.  He scooped out
some more, and I spread my legs for him to apply it there.  For some
reason, I wasn't even hard, but I guess I'd been comming so much that I was
running out.  It felt cool on my wein, and balls, like the lotion Tommy
used to fuck me.  He pushed me back gently with the back of his hand, and I
propped myself on my elbows.
   He slipped his hand down, rubbed my butt, and worked a finger inside. 
This wasn't like fucking at all, or even playing, just "Applying Medicine"
like he said.  Now he used both hands, one on my privates, and the other in
my butt.  He stuck his thumb in, and wiggled it around, then two fingers,
then three.  My butt opened wide for him, wider than I could even beleive.
He fucked it in, untill only his thumb stuck out, and rubbed my ball bag.
   "Use this sparingly," he stepped back, and put the lid on before taking
off his gloves, "It's expensive, but this vial should last you a month." He
somehow got the gloves to come off inside out, and wrapped up in each other
without touching the inside, and dropped it in his trashcan.  I started to
sit up, "Hang on," then layed back.  This time, I got to watch him undo a
button in his long coat, and reach inside.  He put a rubber on too, then
came back over to me.
   I swear, I didn't even feel it much when he fucked me this time.  Maybe
I was getting used to it?  I didn't get stiff the whole time, and it took a
while.  So long, in fact, that got kind of bored untill he pushed in all
the way, and grunted.  It wasn't even like sex, just a kind of clinical
mollestation.  "I'll see you next week," he pulled back, and did the trick
again with the rubber.  "Same time?"
   "I guess," I got up, and started getting dressed.
   "I'll see if I can get you your clothes by then," he offered.
   "Great," I didn't even have to take a dump like I always do when I'm
fucked.
   "Oh," he started unbuttoning his coat now that he'd put his thing away,
"And don't wash that off untill it has time to fully absorb." I could see
my butt print on the front, dark from the mdicine.
   "OK?" I guess I could wait that long.
   He just wandered out without saying another word.  Curious, I looked in
the trashcan where he'd dropped the rubber things.  There they where, stuck
to a peice of paper.  I pulled it out, and saw that the corner that didn't
stick matched the corner on the medicine jar.  I stuck it in my pocket, and
jumped when he came back in.
   "Runalong, now," he shrugged into a clean coat, "I'm really very busy."
   I finished doing my pants up on the way out, and saw a closet full of
those white coats behind Annette's desk.  They where more like shirts,
really, but they came down almost to his knees, and had pockets at the
waist on the front.  As soon as I got outside, I unstuck the sticker from
my pocket, but the front was just fine.
   "Topical Estrogen Creme," I read, "1% solution".  I didn't understand
it, of course, it was in his language.
  
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