Vicki's Secret

By Susan

 

VI

  

Dr. Evelyn Johnson entered the restaurant ahead of her appointed time. She always liked to arrive early and gather her thoughts over some ice tea. Today was no different if not more necessary. The events of the last 24 hours were a jumble within her thoughts. She was seated at her usual booth where she simultaneously confirmed her drink order and opened her portfolio. Drawing four new files from it she spread them before her: Wagner, Victor-Vicki; Wagner, Katherine; Carrington, Abigail and Carrington, Jenny.

Though she had a close tie with Jenny which would have precluded her from personally treating her friend she had no such tie with Abigail. There was no conflict with the Wagner's though they were acquaintances there had been no bond formed. This due to the difference in their social standings. Evelyn had been a doctor for some time but had never had to deal with personal friends either hers or her families. She always tried to avoid it by referring to other counselors. This prevented professional client knowledge from interfering with relationships. These clients/friends seemed the exception to the rule. If for no other reason than she was pulled into these situations by circumstance.

Wagner, Victor-Vicki. She just wanted to jot down some notes of her observations of the morning. No doubt that much more work would be done to determine true transsexuality. However for now she would classify Vic as Transgendered. Further work would have to be done to see how many, if any, more secrets this young lady held within. Finishing her notes she wondered how Vic's discussion with his mom and dad would go. After her conversation with his mom the previous evening she had hoped things would at least be stable to begin with.

This led her to pick up the file, Wagner, Kathy. She looked over her hand written notes from their discussion the previous evening. It turns out that she was not the only one to discover Vicki's secret the day before. Kathy had called to check up onVic's where abouts. But in her brief discussion she could tell that Kathy had more to say. Needless to say it didn't take much to get her to quit beating around the bush.

Kathy was quite concerned with Vic. She needed a professional opinion. Gee, how often recently had she heard that line? Seems Kathy had ruined a pair of hose the previous evening and her son had a replacement on hand. In fact not just one but several. To tell the truth a whole shoe box full and most not in original packaging. Really it was obvious some had been worn. He had used the excuse that they belonged to his diseased sister. That kinda really bugged Kathy.

Evelyn had begun to explain how some people needed items of loved ones who had passed to help them mourn the loss. Of course Kathy interjected that many were new hose her sister had never purchased and that she knew Vic was wearing them himself though she had never seen him do so. Evelyn then began to explain the curiosity of teens and that perhaps this might be a phase. If not then at the most he might have a fetish to the hosiery. All that time knowing the truth but determined not to undermine doctor/patient confidentiality. She really didn't want to reveal what she knew. It was important that Vicki reveal herself. And that's what she started to add.

Kathy would not let Evelyn get a word in. In reality she was slowly working into the truth. Of course the long way in. Evelyn sensed this and struck right to the heart implying that by the way Kathy was talking there had to be much more. Kathy then came clean. It was true what she had let on till now. What she had held off was that after work she had begun to snoop in Vic's room. That made her feel guilty for violating his privacy and then further discussing this with her. Since they were already talking anyway, she revealed she found more than just hose.

In her search of his room she had found a lot. In fact everything needed to fully dress including cosmetics and jewelry. This caused her to really dig in and she found notes and pictures and diaries. The notes were general details on clothing including sizes and favorites. The pictures were of Vic fully dressed as a girl. Some were comical and appeared to be older shots. Others in fact more recent showed a very pretty Vic. It was obvious he had become proficient. The pictures that bothered her the most included his sister, Mary.

From those shots it was obvious that Mary had helped to perfect his presentation. Kathy felt betrayed in a way that she had never been told this secret. True she didn't know how she would have handled it but she felt as though Mary had let her down. After all she and Mary had been very close. They shared everything. But this of course. All this had been done prior to the call. She wanted to read the diaries. Two belonged to her daughter and one to her son. Would it be all right to read them? Those that belonged to her daughter were fair game but those belonging to Vic were off limits at least for now.

Evelyn calmed her down. Advising her to not get angry with Vic. She explained the possibilities with her from Transvestism to transsexuality. It was very important that Kathy not jump to any conclusions. That she read her daughters diaries with the intent to deal with her own issues on Mary's passing. Not to use any info found within against Vic. It would be very important that they get together in a more professional environment to discuss this further. As far as Vic, she would advise Vic to have a heart to heart with her when she got home the next day. Though she would not divulge their conversation. She asked that Kathy make it one on one and as non-threatening as possible. If this was done she was sure Vic would explain all.

Evelyn's tea arrived giving her a moment to close those files and redirect her thoughts. Surely things would go well, considering. Wouldn't they? She'd find out later so on to new business.

&

Vic wanted out. He did not stop to pick anything up but headed for the garage. Perhaps if he were lucky Mom 2 would be home soon and he would be able to discuss his leaving with her. There were still tears streaming down his face as he threw open the door. Not looking he rushed out. Suddenly without warning he slammed into a mass of muscle. Both he and the unknown person crashed to the ground. Disorientated he lost track of which way was up as he struggled to get his footing. The other person seemed to be doing the same.

"Hold still damnit!" The voice commanded.

With that he stopped all motion. Also he now realized that the voice belonged to his dad. Damn, he thought. Do the storms ever stop?

His father easily moved Vic off and stood upright. Leaving his son a mess on the floor. He backed up a few steps allowing the bewildered teen to get to his feet.

"Where the hell you running off to? Didn't your mother tell you not to leave? You have some explaining to do." Mr. Johnson's voice was rough and angry.

"Well speak up!"

"I'm going out and no, mom did not tell me to remain here." Vic reacted brashly rather than choose his words.

"You're not going anywhere young man! Yea right 'man'! You have some explaining to do. I want answers now. Why the hell have you got all those women's clothes in your room? I noticed some were your sisters. Did you steal the rest that aren't hers or your mom's? What is it do you dress in them and jack off? Are you some kind of pervert?"

Anger really started to rise in Vic. He didn't like being caught but being insulted and belittled really ticked him off. He didn't care anymore what anyone thought and now he was going.

"Get bent!" He spit.

Vic turned and reached for his bike. He headed for the door which was still open from his dad driving in. He was leaving all this behind. Suddenly, he was spun around by a large hand painfully grabbing his shoulder.

"Listen here! I'll tell you when you can go and now is not the time! You disrespectful little queer!"

"I'm leaving and you can't stop......"

His words were interrupted by a sharp stabbing pain searing across his face. His head spun around and his legs twisted and gave way. He hit the side of the car his bike falling into him preventing him from dropping to the floor. As his senses came back he tasted a warm salty liquid in his mouth. Blood. He reached up and drew the back of his hand across his mouth as he struggled to regain his balance. Looking at it he saw it covered in blood. He spit. It landed on his fathers shirt.

Charles Wagner looked down at the spittle that had hit him square on the chest. His rage began to increase and he raised his arm curling his hand into a fist. His other hand reaching to wipe away the blood. Blood. He looked at his palm. It was blood. Those few moments of reality lowered both his rage and his fist. He looked before him and saw the blood draining from his sons mouth. What the hell was he doing? How had it come this far?

Vic didn't care any more. So what if the old man beat him to death. Maybe he'd get one good one in before that. Not a chance especially seeing that raised fist ready to come crashing down breaking a few bones in the process. He drew back keeping the bike between them. At least he could rip into the jerks ego.

"That's right, I wear them. All of them. I even use makeup and fix my hair. When you're not around I go out like that and really enjoy myself! I've even been on a date with a guy! What's more Mary knew and she helped me. I loved her and she loved me. You're too much of a macho jerk to understand. I told her that and she agreed. All you care about is you, your beer and your porn. I don't know why mom stays with a jerk like you. I've seen how you ogle other women when she isn't around. I bet you've even bedded a few haven't you dad?"

Charles was stunned by the violence before him. He was slowly winding down both by the scene and by the half dozen beers he had drunk earlier. Here was his son cowering before him, blood dripping from his chin. Horrible words coming out of him. It was as if he was suddenly apart from it looking in. His fist was still clenched and his mind was racing.

"So you're a man, huh? By the way have you fucked that bar maid at the tavern that you're always flirting with. Here's a thought for you. When I get dressed like what I should have been I'm ten times prettier than her. So would you like to fuck me if I dress for you?" Vic was on a roll. He could tell he was really getting to his dad especially with that last jab. He really must have bagged that bitch.

"You have! I can tell. I'm still a guy to some extent. You cheating shit. Beat me all you want asshole but mom will know. I may be gone but you'll be out. You know I should have just started wearing those clothes in the open after Mary died. I could have become a girl a lot sooner cause I don't care what you think. Hell let the whole world know my secret! I dress like a girl and like it! I like it so much I'm going to become one."

The words came fast and furious. It was like he was getting a beating and unable to defend himself. He wouldn't let this pansy get away with it, even if this sniveling weakling was his son.

"Listen to me you sissy. You are out. I'm kicking you out of the house. You're gone and without your precious girlie clothes. You a street kid now. Earn your living the way a queer like you does, bent over a trash can getting it up the ass! You're gone I'm here to stay gayboy."

"Is that how you did her? Over a trash can behind the bar? You're one classy guy. A real man."

"Listen, Homo. That's how queer bait like you do it. I did her at her place and I did it several times proper like a man and a woman do it. Natural! Now get out of my sight forever!"

"Gladly asshole!" With that he stood and straddled his bike.

"Freeze!" The voice shocked both of them. It had come out of nowhere.

Both turned to look at the origin of the sound. Standing at the back of the garage in the shadows was Mrs. Wagner. She stepped forward. A look of astonishment radiated from her face.

"Vic, go to the Johnson's till I call you. And you get the hell out of my house. I don't ever want to see you again!" Her voice was level and determined.

"Kathy, honey, you don't understand. Let me explain myself. It's just a misunderstanding."

"You're a drunk, an adulterer and a child abuser. I think I understand perfectly." With that she returned to the house locking the door behind her.

Vic backed into the drive ready to leave. He just couldn't leave without putting salt on an already open wound.

"Hey, Dad, you really do know how to fuck. You just fucked yourself."

Charles was in fight or flight mode. His world had just come crashing down. His wife hated him. He had no home and his effeminate son was belittling him one too many times. Adrenaline rushed through his veins. Anger welled up within. Fight or flight? Fight! With that he bounded out of the garage and straight toward his son. Vic had turned to pedal down the drive and out to the street. He never saw it coming.

&

Evelyn had just finished reviewing the material she had on Jenny and Abigail when her phone rang. It was Brett he was going to the pool for practice and would be home late that evening. He also let his mom know that his dad would be coming home on a red eye from DC. Evelyn looked forward to having him around for a little bit. Stability was what she needed now. As she said goodbye, Abigail promptly stood before her.

Abby wasn't the most beautiful girl on the planet but she wasn't homely either. She was a cheerful girl with a great personality. She was polite and courteous and always prompt. She was very caring as well. She had part time jobs at both the hospital and the animal shelter. What a combination? She always started out shy but would become a chatterbox the more you got to know her. She was always a delight to be around.

However, the Abigail that stood before her was not the Abby, Evelyn had come to know. This girl was very dark. Her hair once a sandy blonde now lay in long black tresses on her shoulders. Her clothes were as black as her hair including the long jack boots laced to the knee. She had also put on weight changing her muscular figure into a poorly plump round. Her eyes seemed distant and from the dark makeup somewhat intimidating. This explained why the hostess was still standing behind her with a busboy observing close by.

"Abby?" Evelyn asked with a smile trying not to offend.

"I'll leave if you and everyone else is too scared." She responded with a bit a cynicism in her voice.

"On the contrary." Evelyn responded trying not to sound as surprised as her look must have been. "Please sit would you like an ice tea?"

"Yea, sure." She responded sitting down opposite Evelyn.

Evelyn's demeanor seemed to calm the hostess who left to inform their waitress of the drink order. Evelyn was off to a bad start. She was not ready for the change that jenny had warned her of. Another reason not to deal with people in your close circle. Now Evelyn would have to dig her way out of a hole that most first year counselors fell into. She put her papers away and turned to address this new Abby.

"Okay, right to the point then. You have changed and I'm not yet comfortable with the new look. I'm sorry if I offended you that was not my intent. I just wanted to chat. Your mother and I talked the other day. She was concerned with what she was seeing in your life. By the changes I would have to say I think she has good reason. However, that doesn't mean I'm here to get you to change, just talk."

"Yea, well mom is always sticking her nose in my business. I guess you're just part of that nose."

"Nose. I don't think I've ever been referred to as a nose. An asshole and a few others I'll leave out but not a nose. I guess I'm moving up in the world or at least the body."

This caused Abby to smile. A flaw she quickly corrected. So Abby was indeed somewhere inside. Just needed a little while longer to find a way in.

"Can we talk over lunch? You do still eat lunch? Being an old lady to you I am not hip to the ways of your tribe. O gosh I hope people are not on your menu." Evelyn spoke with as much levity as she dared.

" Yes I eat and no Human is not yet on my menu. However the day is still young."

She was getting in. At least to Abby's stomach at any rate. They ordered and sat exchanging nonsense. Abby was still suspicious but at least she was talking. Something had changed this girl but that would not come out with this meal. Evelyn resigned herself to that fact. Perhaps she could get a little something thru a back door. Their meal came and both ate silently. Abby seemed to like the attention, though negative, she was getting from the other patrons. Evelyn just sat eating and observing. Most people don't realize the volumes they speak with just their body language. Evelyn banked on it. She had learned early to read between the lines especially when there weren't any.

As they finished their meals Evelyn took a chance to find a back door. Obviously family was a door securely bolted shut and by the response nailed and glued as well. Her personal friends would be just as closed to her. No teen ever really wants to talk about school except to complain so that was out. Most of Abby had changed. What hadn't? In every life some things stay the same. There are constants. Without constants a person would lose themselves. Constants could be positive or negative. But they would be there.

"Are you still working at the animal shelter?" Work is a constant for some especially if they love it Evelyn thought.

"They canned me......go figure. Seems I scared the potential adopters. I guess people think because I dress dark I'm some kind of devil worshipper. Like I take animals home on the weekend for sacrificial offerings. At least that's what the old bags who run the shelter told me. So out with their best worker. To hell with them. Let them clean the shit out of the kennels." Abby's demeanor had changed from distant tolerance to anger.

"I guess the hospital is out as well, huh?" Evelyn was fishing but the boat was taking on water fast. At this rate she would be sunk soon.

"Now there's one I can't figure. I was sure to be fired from there for my look. Of course I still have to wear the regulation uniform but they haven't said much about my makeup or hair. Of course I don't work with the old folks anymore. They see me and think death's come a calling." She said with a laugh.

Evelyn chuckled as well. Bingo! Evelyn thought. I found a way in. Even Abby's demeanor had changed. She decided to pursue this. She knew Abby loved volunteering at the hospital. She loved to help people. She cared a lot. That's why she worked both jobs. Of course when she was given a job as a part time nurse assistant life seemed on a road to happiness. To talk to her then the medical field was wide open to her.

"So where you working now?"

"Most of the med. floors are still open to me. I just avoid the old and dying. So no critical, oncology or geriatric units. I love working maternity. PEDS is great too. The kids think I look cool." She responded.

"That's great. Why do you think they kept you?"

"It's the nurses. I'm a big help and they know it. They don't care what I wear or look like. They see I care and my work shows it. I love em'. Maybe I might go that route."

"You're still looking in the medical field then as a profession?"

"Yea, I guess. Don't know what else I really like other than animals. Maybe I'll be a vet. At least animals can't hurt you. They just love cuddling and having people care for them. You know even the ones who have been abused will come around if you love on 'em. They give back more than some people do."

"You mean in all your time working with them they've never scratched or bitten you?"

"Oh I've had a few incidents. But they never meant it. Usually it was a new animal who just was afraid. They didn't know me so they reacted defensively. Eventually they all came to love me."

As Abby talked Evelyn watched. Body language spoke volumes. Her words also spoke as much. She was revealing little bits. To the casual observer nothing was unique but to her the words exposed the inner person. Abby was still there. There was also a hard shell on the outside. It was dark and intimidating. That was done on purpose to keep people out. Abby seemed to portray that she didn't want anyone's concern but negative attention was attention. Her shell protected her from pain. What kind of pain was it she avoided.

They continued to small talk. Evelyn was making progress. Abby had let her in if only just a little but even that was enough to start. Two hours had passed as though it were just a little while. Evelyn knew that the owners would let her have all the time she needed. After all she was a regular who seemed to make even more regulars. Evelyn was really enjoying her time catching up with Abby. She could see the girl she one day hoped would marry Brett. She also knew there was much more this young lady was holding back.

"Oh my god! I've got to go! I'm late for work. I have to work tonight for one of the other girls. I promised. It's payback for a night off I took." Abby spoke rapidly as she gulped the last of her drink while picking up her purse and rising.

"I've had a great time talking. Please could we talk again? Maybe at my house?" Evelyn needed her to agree. If she did there was hope if not it could get difficult.

"I don't know."

"Hey it's just talking like what we were just doing."

"Umm. Call me at work tonight. I'll be working PEDs." Abby responded as she hurried thru the restaurant.

&

Abby was working her usual pace that is trying to get the huge load of work done assigned to her. The pediatric department was her favorite in the hospital. Working with children brightened her day. They seemed to appreciate the attention she managed to give. Usually she had a lot to do. As a nurse assistant she was assigned duties that relieved the nurses to do more medical related chores. So things like baths, linen changes, diaper changes and general answer call lights were left to her. Not very glamorous but on a children's floor the upbeat attitude of the kids made up for it.

Abby had a set way of doing things. She'd get the everyday jobs done right away so she could spend time in different rooms just giving individual attention. She especially attended to the sickest of patients trying and most often succeeding in cheering them up. This evening she lucked out. There weren't a lot of patients on the unit. In fact her unit was the only one with available beds. She was informed that they would be getting non-PEDs patients from the ER if necessary. Since the other units were tight Abby was asked to work another floor. That meant more work. Not a chance. She looked forward to an easy night after the initial busy work.

By seven that evening she was finished and able to relax. As she was planning her fun rounds to visit the kids, she got a call. It was Dr. Johnson. She had followed thru on the offer to call. Abby felt a bit uncomfortable since she knew that her mom had set all this up. The doc was definitely persistent. Abby did enjoy talking to Evelyn. She was easy to talk to. She wasn't nagging or demanding. She didn't bring up things not open to her. Upon further thought she decided she'd look forward to the meeting. She didn't want to talk in front of the other nurses so she agreed to meet on Monday morning.

When she finished the nurse manager told her to check on the new patient they had gotten in from the ER. She said the patient was interesting. With that the nurses started whispering and giggling. Abby wasn't sure what that was about. She generally got along well with the nurses so it was unusual for them to pick on her or gossip about her. Something's up she thought. She looked back a couple times while she walked the hall to the room. Approaching it she knocked then entered grabbing the chart in the process.

"Hi, I'm Abby. I'm the nurse assistant and I'll be the one helping with your general needs." Abby said as she approached.

She noticed that the patient was older than her usual patients but she was told to expect it. She looked at the chart then the patient, a boy aged 16. He seemed to be asleep. No surprise there since his head was bandaged. Concussion, abrasions, lacerations and two broken ribs. Somebody had really beaten the shit out of him. She checked the name but it didn't ring a bell. Then again she was a junior and he would have been a sophomore. Girls her age hardly knew anyone younger, just wasn't cool. His face was a bit of a mess so no recognition there either. No matter.

She looked around and saw his personal effects. Grabbing the bag she started putting stuff away. Most of his clothes were dirty and there was dried blood on it. The clothes were also all cut up. Obviously this kid had come in unconscious and his clothes had been cut off. Then something caught her eye. A pair of panties, pink nylon with lace. That's odd, she thought. Must have been put in the wrong bag. She set those aside leaving the rest in the bag and hanging it in the closet.

Next she walked over to make sure the patient was covered well. Everything was fine but his feet. The sheet and blanket were folded over exposing them. As she went to tuck them back in she noticed it. Pink nail polish. Each toe had been carefully painted with a pretty shade of polish. It didn't make sense. She rechecked the chart. Male. Then compared the chart with the wrist band, right chart and right person. A boy wearing nail polish and pink lace panties. No wonder he got the shit kicked out of him. As she tucked the blanket down she realized it was the giggling nurses who had turned the blanket. They wanted her in on the joke. She felt for this kid. People could be mean especially if you were different. She grabbed his water pitcher and went to fill it.

Out in the hall the nurses just laughed when she came out. She gave them a dirty look and proceeded. She wasn't used to boys who wore girls clothes but so what? She got looks and snickers all the time. Just a bunch of jerks who think they're better just because they conform. Bet each and everyone of them has a dirty little secret they don't want publicized. No sense dwelling on it. She still had a long evening left. Ice and water and back to the room.

This time she entered without knocking. The bed was empty. She looked around the room and noticed the closet open. The bag had been emptied and only the panties were missing. She turned and noticed the light under the bathroom door. He had gone in there. She put the water jug on the table. Then she knocked on the bath door.

"Are you okay in there?"

No response.

"I'm Abby the nurse assistant. Do you need any help?"

No response.

"I need to hear something or I'll have to come in. It's hospital policy." She called with some concern in her voice.

"I'm all right. I'll be out in a while. No need to wait."

"I can't leave while you're in there. You've had a serious head injury and you could pass out again. I'll have to wait."

"No! I mean I'm fine. It usually takes me a bit. You can leave I won't mention it."

Abby was getting impatient. She really was following hospital policy. She turned and sat on the bed. The chart was still on the bedside table so she pulled it over with her foot. The table on wheels rolled easily. She once again looked at the chart. There was no mention of the panties or the nail polish. At least the ER staff were being discreet. She rechecked his name then got up and closed the door to the room. Knocking gently she spoke in a low voice.

"Umm Vic, I know about the nail polish so if that's why you don't want to come out don't worry. I don't care besides I think it's a pretty color. So come on out and I won't have to bring in a nurse."

There was silence for a moment. A toilet flushed. Then the door slowly opened. The beat up young boy came out slowly. He stood there rather sheepishly trying to cover his toes first with one foot then the other. Abby felt bad for him and went to the bedside table, opening she pulled out some supplies. She found what she needed and handed them to him.

"They're footy slippers. All the patients here wear them. They'll cover your toes so no one will see." She spoke with genuine concern.

"Thanks." Vic responded as he quickly pulled them on. Doing so while standing wasn't smart as he almost lost his balance.

"Hey, slow down and get on the bed! I'll put them on you. Last thing I need is to explain how you got another concussion." She scolded as she quickly grabbed him to keep him from falling. She helped him to the bed then slipped the socks on his feet. She now noticed his legs were hairless. As she got up she also got a peak of the pink panties he was now wearing.

"Let's try this again. I'm Abby. I'm a nurse assistant. Normally, I work days but I'm covering for another CNA this evening. I'll help you with non-medical stuff." She said with a smile hoping to remove the tension in the room.

"I'm Vic." He responded.

"So are you okay? Any pain? Need anything?"

"The nurse gave me some great drugs when I got here. They're still working. I guess I feel okay in spite of how I look."

"Why don't you get back in bed so I don't have to stand in front of you."

He hesitated to move.

"Hey leave the slippers on if you wish and don't worry about the panties showing. Those hospital robes aren't designed for personal modesty. Just swing those gams in."

Vic blushed profusely. He hadn't realized that the panties had been exposed. He was hoping to wear them till his mom came in the morning with a change of clothes. Now this cute girl had seen them. No doubt every one in the hospital knew about him. After all he had been stripped in the ER while he was still out cold. As he thought about that his words came back to haunt him: "Hell let the whole world know my secret!" Apparently it did know now.

"So what happened to you Vic?"

"I don't remember much but I know it had to have been my dad. He and I were arguing. He got physical. Last thing I remember was riding my bike down the drive."

"Wow. I mean I'm sorry."

"That's all right. He's a jerk. Now he's got the cops and other jailbirds to contend with."

"What were you fighting about? I mean if you don't mind my asking?"

"Since you know anyway, he was pissed because of my clothes. I like to wear girls clothes. Not just panties, all of it. When I can that is. My parents found my stash of clothes and he went ballistic. Started calling me names like queer and fag and sissy. I told him to fuck off and that started it."

"What a major ass. He beat you up because you like to wear dresses? I'd tell him to fuck off as well."

"Well that's not all of it. I also made him confess to doing the barmaid at the hole he goes to right in front of my mom. Of course he didn't know she was there at the time."

"I don't believe it. He screws around on your mom then has the balls to treat you like this just because of some clothes? If he were here I'd beat the shit out of him."

"Since I'm telling you this much........... It's not just wearing the clothes."

"Oh, you're gay. Well I kinda figured what with the clothes and such...."

"No no no. I'm not gay well at least I don't think so. I'm a ......... I wish I was a girl. For as long as I can remember I've always wanted to be one. I've just gotten old enough to start dressing the part on my own. So I have/had a small wardrobe."

"No kidding? Well I've never met someone like you. Doesn't matter though it doesn't give him the right to treat you that way."

Abby was enjoying herself. She was really starting to like this kid even though he was a bit of a sissy. Vic was also enjoying himself. There was something about Abby that made it easy to blurt out the whole secret. He wanted to get to know her better.

Lowering her voice she leaned close. "So how do you look when you're all dressed up?"

He pulled his wallet from under his pillow and fished out some pictures, wallet sized. He grinned ear to ear then handed them over giggling like a school girl.

Abby squealed with delight as she looked at the first. Realizing how loud she'd gotten she covered her mouth and looked thru the rest.

"You're absolutely gorgeous! I'm jealous. These aren't you they have to be a real girl. Oh my god. It really is you. You are like so hot. You've got to have a boyfriend. A babe like you does not stay unattached. What am I saying? But you do look cute. No wonder you're dad went ballistic. If he saw you like this he probably wanted to fuck you too. Is that why he got so mad? I've got to see you dressed in person. I never would have guessed. On the street I would have just ignored you. You're like a major prick tease especially dressed in this mini. These photo's are great." Abby hardly took a breath. When she finished studying the pics she handed them back.

Vic was beaming. He was in heaven. Another person knew his secret and thought he was a babe. If he had been feeling any pain it was gone now. He took back the photos and returned them to his wallet. As he turned to hide it under the pillow, Abby told him to put it in the bedside table. Nobody would bother it there. He wanted to continue his chat but there was a knock.

Abby jumped up and went to the door. As she reached it, it opened. In walked Dr. Johnson.

"Hi Abby. How is the patient?"

"She's fine." Abby responded not realizing what she had said. "I need to finish my rounds. See you later Vic." With that she left expecting Evelyn to follow.

She didn't. Abby paused at the door and listened.

"Hello Vic.........How are you?...........Gosh you look bad..........You're mother called and told me the news...........I am so sorry you're disclosure went so bad...........Don't worry you're dad's locked up overnight and the prosecutor is hoping to hold him without bail..........Attempted murder I think is the charge.........."

Abby noticed one of the nurses starting her rounds and didn't want to get reprimanded for violating a patients privacy. She acted like she was just closing the door and proceeded on her own rounds. Checking the time she realized the kids would be asleep. She'd check on them anyway.

 

 

 

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