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 {A spiritual re-write of Orphan(Age) fictionalizing their relationship, as
other people.  With other people.  Changing names, ages, other personal
information to cover-up identity, and protect eachother, due to lack of
innocence.  (Or in legal terms: Guilt.)

   TW: Lesbian Rape, by Forced Consent.  However, it's not violent, nor
sadistic.  Men can just physically force girls, but girls can be a lot more
subtle about it.  To get anything out of this, unless they're sadists, and
I've already written plenty of that.  This is more like the Magician's
Force, "Pick a card." Given the Illusion of a choice, either you take the
lesser of evils, or the hand you're dealt, thinking that the deck was
shuffled randomly.  Instead of manipulated to give you exactly the card
they want you to.  If you want stories of bondage, and physically violent
"Lesbian" rape, there's plenty of them, a quick search should lead you to
them.  I prefer the more subtle, psychological fantasies, one of the
reasons is I can understand better what girls get out of it, (Other than
pure sadistic psychopaths.) Hopefully, you will too, if you can read past
the boring part, but they have to groom her first.  Brainwashing takes a
bit longer than just grabbing her, tying her up, and brutally raping her.
So, there's a lot more story behind it...
:

   "Darlene?" (fG NS)

   "What did you do, Darlene?"

   "Nothing?" I barely got a chance to look around.

   "Hihihihihn," she giggled, "They don't send you here for nothing."

   "Huh, I just snuck out."

   "They don't send you here for that, neither."

   "Well, I went on a joy ride," okay?  "He didn't tell me it was stolen."

   "Who?"

   "My boyfriend?"

   "How old are you?"

   "What's with the 20 questions?"

   She giggled again, "You're going to have a hard time here, if you don't
want to answer any questions.  Are you a virgin, Darlene?"

   "Well it's rude!" I was starting to get upset, "Don't they teach you any
manners here?  It's not polite to ask a girl her age, and besides, what's
your name?"

   "Oh, they're gonna love you," she grinned, and rolled her eyes.

   "Who?"

   "You bisexual, Darlene?"

   "Look, I had just about enough of that from you!"

   "Well, trust me.  You'll have a much easier time here if you play
along."

   "What are you talking about?"

   "You might want to think about, becoming a lesbian."

   I could only run so far.  It was like a jail, they called it a Training
School, but it had bars on the windows, and a fence around it.  For
Delinquent Girls, I heard about this place.  It used to be an Insane
Asylum, but I never thought in a million years I'd be sent here, and I just
wanted to go home!

   Why oh why did I ever get in that car?  I know, I just wondered where he
got it.  Such a nice car, and that homo.  She wouldn't tell me her name, or
anything.  Every time I asked her a question she just asked me another
question, but why else would she say that?  It's disgusting, even thinking
about, that.  And I got more than enough of that from him.

   "Trust me," he said that too.  And I guess it was his smile, he had such
a nice freindly smile, and wink, and sure we made out, but I didn't let him
do anything more than that.  Okay, he made it to second base, but I stopped
him, and looked away while he.  Abused him self in the back seat.  Then we
got pulled over on the way back home, and they arrested us, and told me
where he got that nice car.

   He was a bad boy, he lied, and I went to jail.  Just a couple weeks,
until the judge sent me here, but now I'm stuck here until I rehabilitate
myself, and I just want to go home, but I won't even be 16 for 3 more
years, and it's even scarier then high school!

   "Come on." A teacher came and got me, crying in the corner of the fence.
"I know, it's always a little scary when you first get here, but it's time
for dinner, so come on."

   She took me to the Cafeteria, it was just like a school, only you don't
get to leave, and I'm never going home, but just put your head down and
eat. The food isn't that bad, but I barely tasted it, and I'm the new girl.
All over again, I hate being the new girl, it was bad enough in middle
school, but now everyone is talking about me, and looking at me, but if I
keep my head down, at least they won't see me cry.

   "They don't send you here for nothing," she said.  That girl, that
lesbian, talking to her friends about me.  I should have told the teacher,
about her, but I couldn't.  I was so choked up, I could barely speak, and
just nodded.  Kept my head down, but now there all looking at me, and
talking about me, especially that nasty homosexual girl.

   Why else would she ask me that?  Of course I'm not, I have a boyfriend,
and I'm not even bisexual.  Why, even the thought of him with another girl
makes me sick, but I better eat up.  Even if I feel like throwing up, but I
know.  From the mean girls at school, they want to make you cry, make you
throw up, and if you do, it only makes it worse.  That's how they know,
they can get what they want so they'll never stop bullying me.

   I'm just the new girl, I have to get through this, somehow.  I'm sure
they all went through this when they got here, like the teacher said. 
"It's always a little scary," is all, they're just trying to act tough, and
scare me to cover their own insecurities.  Why, I bet she's not even a
lesbian, really.  She just said that to get a rise out of me, but if I'm
strong, I'll earn their respect, and this will all blow over in a few weeks
when they get to know me, right?

   So, after that they took us to the showers, and it was just like gym
class.  They didn't try anything, with the teacher there, to keep an eye on
us, and make sure nobody does anything.  Sexual, but while I was in there,
they took my clothes, and gave me my uniform.  Which is okay, I did kind of
stand out, in my street clothes.  Which made me a target, so now that I had
the same clothes it would be easier to fit in.  I dried off, and figured
out the underwear, thing.

   Kept my head down, and didn't cry, that's just want they wanted, to make
me cry, well they're not getting it from me.  It's like a onesey, just
ignore them looking at my body, and all the nasty things they said about
it. In whispers, but loud enough to hear them giggle.  Her giggle, I just
closed my eyes, and pulled it on.

   "She doesn't get a bra.  She doesn't need one, with those puny little
titties."

   "Girls," the teacher stepped in, "Leave her alone, Vanessa.  Why don't
you pay more attention to getting ready for bed, and less attention to
her?"

   "All right," she put her's on.  The same kind of jumper, thing, over her
bra, and snapped it between her legs.  Like a baby's, only white, or a 1
piece swimsuit, except for the cold snaps at the bottom.  So you could pee,
I suppose, I pulled on the skirt, and the blouse too, but they laughed.

   "You don't wear that to bed, dumbshit."

   "Language, Vanessa."

   I found the night gown, and stopped snapping up the blouse.  Took it
off, and pulled on the nighty.  Like them, only without the bra, but I
should have at least kept my underpants.  I didn't think to, some of the
other girls had them, so I guess I could have, but I had no idea there
would be snaps in the bottom.

   So, then the teacher lead us off to the dorm, and gave me some bedding
to make the bed.  The other girls already had there's made up, so they just
got in.  "You looking at my pussy?" Right next to me, but it wasn't
Vanessa. Wouldn't you know it, I got stuck in the same dorm with her.

   I just shook my head, and mumbled out a "Nnoh." I just kept my head
down, but I noticed she unsnapped it, before she got in bed.

   Well, that answers that, how you can sleep in these, but I wish I had
some undies to wear.  Oh well, I got the bed made, and pulled the sheet
between my legs.  So, they didn't stick together, and the snaps weren't
right on my leg, and maybe I'd get comfortable enough to sleep, but it was
thin, and threadbare.  Under the rough scratchy blanket, and I missed my
quilt at home.

   "Huh!" Homesick, I just tried to fall asleep, once the lights went out,
even with all the girls snoring, and Vanessa, whispering in the dark.

   'see?  tolja she was a homo.'

   I just put the pillow over my head.

   She must've gotten up, to talk to the girl next to me.  The one that
said I was looking at her, privates.  I wasn't, seriously.  I didn't mean
to, I just noticed she was unsnapping the seat of her underwear, honest.

   Then I heard it, even through the pillow, the springs squeeked so high
pitched, it even went through the thin muffling over my head, and I
couldn't breath.  "Huh!" I had to stick my mouth out, for fresh air, but I
couldn't ignore that.  The rhythm of it, the springs squeeking, and it got
faster, and faster.

   I don't know if she was, playing with herself.  Or one of the other
girls, probably Vanessa, but right next to me, even turned away from them,
with the pillow over my ear, and my arm squeezing it down, it was
impossible to ignore until it stopped.

   She got up, and went back to bed.  Her bed, so I could relax, a little.
I knew it, but there was no way I could sleep, holding my arm over my ear
like that, but I was crying.  As quietly as I could, in the dark so the
wouldn't hear me.  I wiped my nose on the blanket, rather than sniff, no
matter how badly I wanted to, but I guess I finally cried myself to
sleep...

   "Mh?"

   "One hour to get ready, and eat breakfast." I blinked, up at the
teacher, but of course she told me, because I was new here.  I didn't know
the schedule, but at least that drove, well most of the nitemare out of my
head.  I'm glad, I don't remember all of it, but of course they didn't.  I
was a little relieved, and speaking of which I didn't even cry in the
toilet.  I just took a dump, and peed, and wiped carefully.

   Because the underwear is white, and any stains would just be 1 more
reason to make fun of me, if they showed through.  I wondered what they'd
do, for my period.  Thank god I wasn't on it, and I guessed I could just
snap a pad in, but that girl.  Not Vanessa, but the one in the bed next to
me.  She said: "It's okay," snapping it back up, "I don't mind if you
look," and she winked.

   Of course, they wouldn't.  That was just a nitemare, and I don't care if
they're lovers.  At least they have eachother, so they wouldn't really grab
me.  And hold me up, against the wall.  Strip me naked in front of all the
girls, feel me up and molest me, then make me.  Lick between their legs.

   "Huh!" It was just a nitemare, is all, but I didn't cry.

   Well, it wasn't just a nitemare, I'm still in here with them.  I'm still
new, so I get all the attention, and still a little homesick, but it's not
as bad as all that.

   I'll get used to it, and once they get to know me, I'm sure they'll
leave me alone.

   Class was just like school.  Only more like high-school, I guess.  We
had periods, and 5 minutes in between, to get to the next one.  My teachers
escorted me, showed me how to get to the next one, but I sat in the back.
Corner, taking tests all day to find out what I already know, and what I
still need to learn.  I wasn't left alone all morning, and I spent most of
it worrying about the tests, but at least Vanessa wasn't there.  Or her
girlfriend, I guess.  The other homo girl in the bed next to me she had sex
with last night after lights out.

   Then, they came and sat with me, on lunch, but at least she started with
"I'm sorry.  I guess we got started off on the wrong foot yesterday."

   "Well, you're pretty nosy." I took a bite, and again the food here is
good, even if I can barely taste it.

   "I was just trying to get to know you." I squirmed, when she touched my
arm.  Through my sleeve, and I'm sure she washed her hands, but.  Well, I
don't know, exactly where here hands had been, but I had a pretty good
idea, and had to force myself to swallow that bite.

   "Is that why you threatened me?" It gave me a chance to think.

   I winced when she giggled, "Oh, I wasn't threatening you, I was trying
to warn you."

   I looked back at her girlfriend, who just smiled, and nodded.  Vanessa
did all the talking, so I guessed who was the boy in the conversation. 
After all, she did go over to her bed, and.

   "Well, warn me about what, the other homo girls here?"

   "Oh, it's not the girls." I didn't know what to say, so I just chewed
another bite.  "Uh, it's the faculty." She leaned in to whisper.  In my
ear, so I kept my head down, and just chewed.  'there all lesbians.'

   I looked over, but she was looking around, then she nodded back.  I just
swallowed, and looked down, and took another bite.

   'it's true,' her girlfriend finally whispered in my other ear, 'we're
not, really.  We just do it for the cameras.'

   "Ngh?" I washed the rest down with my coolaid.  "What cameras?"

   "Didn't you notice, last night?" I shook my head, "Well, tonight before
lights out, look in the corners of the dorm."

   "Uh," wait, "In the dark?"

   "Infrared.  While you're looking, see if you notice the little light. 
You didn't see it, last night, because it's infrared, but that's how they
can film it, while we sleep."

   "Uh huh," I turned back, to Vanessa's girlfriend.  "In the showers, and
the locker room too.  But they don't need infrared for that.  You'd have to
see the movies to even know they're there, but if you know where to look."

   "How did you get to see them, then?"

   Vanessa giggled again, "They showed us, of course.  To critique our
performance, how do you think they fund this place?"

   "Donations, charity." Just like they told my folks.

   "Ahahahahah!  Yeah." They both laugh.  "That's how they make it all
legitimate."

   'instead of illegal stuff, like childporn, and prostitution.'

   'that's what I ment,' now they're going back and forth, 'by having an
easier time.'

   'if you act like a lesbian, then you get to do lesbian porn.'

   'I don't want to do lesbian porn.' I mumbled into my tray.

   'well, if you'd rather.'

   'you can do prostitution instead.'

   'it's your choice, if you'd rather have sex with men.'

   Thank god the bell rang then.

   I didn't believe them, at first.  They're just lying to get in my pants,
if I had any pants, and damn these snaps are uncomfortable.

   "Darlene?" My teacher told me to "Stop fidgeting."

   "Sorry mrs.  Smythe."

   I finished the reading, anyway, but maybe I can figure it out.  For
instance, if mrs.  Smythe was homosexual, surely she wouldn't be married,
but sure enough that's a wedding band, and engagement ring on her finger.
Okay, maybe she's bisexual, but then wouldn't she at least look at us, or
some of the girls, sexually?  Like in the locker room last night, or the
dorm before she shut the door, and turned out the lights.

   If there was cameras in there, surely I would have noticed, and I don't
see any in here.  Sure, there's a lot of cracks, and holes in the walls,
but it's an old building, especially all the tiles in the shower, and the
locker room.  Surely the aren't peepholes for cameras, it really sounds
more like a fantasy, or nitemare to make me feel paranoid.  They're just
trying to scare me, with all these wild accusations, and after class I can
get to the bottom of this.

   "Huh!" If I can bring myself to ask.  Mrs.  Smythe, she seemed nice,
yesterday.  Maybe a little strict, when she first met me in the corner of
the fence, but she had a job to do, and she didn't know I was out there
because I was scared, and being bullied by Vanessa.  That she's obviously a
lesbian, and trying to bully me into doing, homosexual.  Stuff, with her,
and damn this underwear thing is uncomfortable.

   In the hard wood seat, and I'm not supposed to fidget, because it's
distracting, but it's distracting, and she's already looking at me.  Not
like that, warning me, and probably judging me, for being so disruptive,
let alone if I tried to scratch under my skirt, but it's driving me nuts!

   "Darlene."

   "Uh, sorry miss."

   "It's Missus.  Smythe."

   "Sorry, Mrs.  Smythe, but I have to go to the bathroom."

   "You can't hold it?"

   I looked at the clock, "Another, 40 minutes?" I shook my head, "I don't
think so."

   "You know where it is?"

   "I think so."

   "Then next time stop by there on the way, instead of interrupting my
class, the other girls are trying to learn here."

   "Yes mrs.  Smythe, sorry mrs.  Smythe."

   "Don't be sorry, just get out of here, and don't do it again."

   "Okay, thank you." I tried not to run for the door, but the itch was
almost painful by now, and everyone was looking at me, so I surely couldn't
touch myself in front of all of them, but as soon as I was out of the door.

   "Ow!"

   Oh, that's it.  Well, at least the hall was empty, but I found that I
had one of the hairs, caught in one of the snaps.  And I really did have to
pee, so I just left it unsnapped, or half snapped, and hurried off to the
bathroom.

   "Hhhh!" What a relief!

   For the first time today, I was alone.  I didn't realize it till then,
but I really wasn't in any hurry to get back, and facing all those girls,
looking up at me when I came in the door.

   I felt, weird, too.  "Ooh!" It felt like a shock, when I wiped.  In the
top, I rubbed it a little before I realized.  "Mh?" What that was.

   "Oh." It felt good.  It was just a little intense, when I brushed it
with the cheap rough toilet paper, especially after the itch, and painful
pulling of the hair caught in the snap, and who on earth designed these
damned things?  I mean, for a baby, it kind of makes a little sense,
because at least they have a diaper to protect them, and I suppose it makes
them easier to change, but they don't make boys wear painful stuff like
this, I bet.

   "Mh!" But rubbing it does make it feel better.  A lot better, and I know
it's bad, but.  It doesn't feel bad, and thinking about boys wearing one
piece underwear with snaps in the bottom reminded me of Bradley, and his
underwear.

   I looked, okay?  When he did what I wasn't willing to do, and it was
dark, but it wasn't.  That dark.  So dark that I couldn't see his bright
underwear, and his pale skin.  He had a nice tan, I always liked his tanned
face, and bright smile, and dark arms below the lines on his shirt when he
took it off, and stretched.

   "Mh!" And flexed, when he saw me looking, at this pale chest, and
rippley midriff, and the hair under his arms, and even the couple of dark
curls that stuck out the top of his pants.

   Before he took me out, and necked with me in that stolen car.  Then
jerked off in the back seat so he didn't get the blue balls because I
didn't want to go any further than that, but I looked back.  I saw it, in
his hand, and the curls in between the loud pats of his wrist slapping into
them.  And his balls rolling over his underpants rolled down, and his
grunts.

   "HHhhhhn!"

   Oh my gosh!

   "HhHhHhH!"

   This feels wonderful!

   It was kind of gross.  His, stuff.  When it shot out, and ran down his
knuckles, but all I could think about was him.  Looking at me, turned back,
and smiling.  When I watched him beat off for me.

   "Mhm!" Lick my lips, thinking about, what I thought about, that night.

   What I should have done, when I got the chance.  I shouldn't have said
no, "It's just a hand job," but I was just scared, and nervous.  I had no
idea that I wouldn't never get the chance again, until I was in jail.

   I thought about, doing this too.  But you know, it was in jail, and I
was scared, and uncomfortable, and there was all these women around so I
didn't want to give them the wrong idea.  Since I heard about, what happens
in jail.  Especially to little girls, in there with all those older women,
and some of them had to be.

   You know.  "Dykes."

   "Huh!" Well, better wash my hands, and go face the music, but I do. 
Feel so much better now.

   "Mrs.  Smythe?" When she showed me to the next class.

   "What is it, Darlene?"

   "Um, I feel a little uncomfortable, about."

   "What is it?"

   "The cameras?" or the homos, "In the dorm room."

   "Oh, those?" She stopped, "Those aren't cameras, dear.  They are just
motion sensors." Pointed.

   "Oh," that's better than recording us and watching us sleep, right? 
"What are they for?" Bad enough trying to sleep with all those girls.  I
mean, not sleep with, sexually, but with them snoring, and.  "Huh!"

   "They're there for your safety, and to keep the other girls from
sneaking out, and getting into trouble."

   "The," lesbians, "Bad girls?  What, kind of trouble, are we talking
about?"

   "Depends on the girl, I'magine, but at least I don't have to worry about
you breaking into cars in the parking lot." She joked.

   "Hahaha, yeah."

   She patted my back.  "Here we are, now get to class."

   I didn't think about it, at the time, but if they're there to keep the
girls from getting up at night, then why didn't they stop Vanessa, when she
got up, last night?  Twice, she had to get up again, to go back to her bed,
since she was there in the morning, and maybe they're turned down, so they
don't go off when we roll over, or whatever, but she snuck across the room.
To our side of the beds, so surely they would have picked that up, and. 
"Wait," what if we have to get up, to go to the bathroom?  Lots of girls
did that too, I was to scared to, but I hear them.

   Flush the toilets, they're loud, so they woke me up, and I didn't sleep
very well regardless.  What with all the nightmares, let alone the snoring,
and the loud toilets flushing, and girls coming back to bed after that.

   I'm sure I'll get used to it, but what Mrs.  Smythe said just doesn't
add up.  Motion sensors sense motion, obviously, they don't do anything
about girls sneaking out, and how could they?  Locked in the dorm together,
and if they cared about that they'd put them on the windows, or in the
halls, which they do.  Have them, in the halls, she looked right at one,
over the doors when we went in the other wing, and it doesn't even look
like a camera.  At all, though I didn't really see any.  Cameras, in the
dorm, I was too busy worrying about Vanessa and the other girls, even this
morning, so I didn't think to look.

   She told me, you'd have to know where to look to see them in the first
place, but Mrs.  Smythe didn't seem surprised when I mentioned them.  As if
I had, seen them, instead of hearing about them from Vanessa, who I had
thought was lying to scare me into homosexual, stuff.  With her, and her
girlfriend, but what reason would Mrs.  Smythe have to lie, unless she is a
lesbian, secretly filming us to sell childporn for money.  Even though
we're teens, we're still minors, so it's still illegal until we turn 18,
but nobody here is older than 16, since they let us out to a halfway house
at the end of the year when we turn 16, so we can re-integrate into society
after our juvenile record is sealed.

   They explained all of this to me, but if she's not lying then why
doesn't it add up, and why does it sound more and more like what the girls
told me is true?

   I just don't know who do believe any more.

   "Hey," I jumped.  "You're not writing about, what we talked about, on
lunch?" They sat down, at the dinner table.  On either side of me gain.

   "I'm just trying to figure it out."

   "Well, if you're going to do that, make sure you hide it well, so they
don't find it when they search the dorm."

   "You're just trying to scare me."

   "Huh!  Right.  Tell me that again the next time we get searched."

   "When is that?"

   "I don't know, they don't have a schedule, or tell us beforehand, so we
have a chance to get rid of any contraband.  You'll see, we just come back,
and find all our stuff has been gone through.  They try to put it all back,
but you know.  With 20 or so girls in the same dorm, trust me you'll know
when they do."

   "I don't, trust you."

   "You trust mrs.  Smythe?"

   "Not really."

   "Well, do me a favor, then.  Change my name, or destroy your notes or
something when you're done with them.  I don't want to get in any trouble,
if they find them.  And don't write anything to your family, and friends,
they read our mail too, I bet that's what they're really afraid of." She
looked around.  "I mean, I'm sure they want to know who knows what, and
expecially who's talking about it, but they really don't want anyone on the
outside knowing what goes on in here.  So, wait until you go home, then you
can write about it all you want, but if you do it here, make sure nobody
can find it, and keep us out of it."

   "Okay," I crumpled it up.  "Uhm, it might be, easier to believe.  If you
had any proof."

   "Well, Of course we don't have proof.  What do you want, movies?  A
signed confession?  Ahahahaha!  All I can offer you is circumstantial, at
best."

   "Like what?"

   "Well, take Mrs.  Smythe for example.  How do you think she can afford
that Jaguar she drives?  Does that look like the kind of car she can afford
as a teacher, at a training school funded by charity?"

   She did say something about breaking into cars, in the parking lot.  To
tease me, I thought, but that's before I knew she drove an expensive
import, like a Jag.

   "Does she really?"

   "We can show you," her girlfriend spoke up, "From the dorm.  When she
leaves tonight, tomorrow's her day off."

   "You can see the parking lot from our dorm?" Shows how distracted I was,
I didn't even look out the windows?

   "You'll see," she laughed, "Car thief." I laughed a little too, but
turned back to the other girl.

   "What can I call you?"

   "Oh," she offered me her hand, "I'm Gwendolyn."

   "You prefer Gwen, or." I thought, "Wendy?"

   "Lyn, for short.  Or just Gwendolyn."

   "Okay, Gwendolyn."

   So, darned if they weren't right.  At least about her car, that did in
fact look like a burgundy Jag, she got in, and drove off.  Which ment a
different teacher, telling us to "Grab your things, and join us in the
shower."

   I was self-conscious before, when I thought it was just the other girls
I had to worry about, but under her watchful eyes.

   I'm sure, she's just there to make sure we don't get in any trouble
right?  Then, why was she keeping an eye on me, the whole time, when I
hadn't done anything wrong?  I bet it's because I'm new, so she could check
me out.  Having ample opportunities to check out the other girls, naked
while they changed, and showered, and got ready for bed.

   It's okay, the other two kind of stood in front of me, and being older,
that means taller too.  So, she could look at them, instead of me, and at
least I had a little privacy.  Getting undressed behind them, and then
putting on a towel to cover up.

   She still watched me, like a hark, and it made me feel icky until I got
in the shower by myself.  Alone, again, only for the second time since I
got here.  It seemed, no I got to take a dump this morning too, so that's
3, but it's unnerving.  No wonder there so paranoid, after years of it, all
those eyes watching almost every second of every day, but at least I have
some friends now?

   It's not like they were ever mean to me, really.  I was just scared, and
upset, so it seemed like it at the time, and Veronica tried to warn me.  I
just felt threatened by it, but she was right, so far.  For example, I got
to take a look in the corners of the dorms, and sure enough.  I'm no
expert, but those don't look like the motion sensors in the halls, they
look like cameras, with lights.

   Built in, like little red lights.  You're supposed to think they come
on, or blink to tell you the camera is on, but you can't see them, so the
camera's off, right?  Unless there infrared, so they can watch us sleep in
the dark, and it's not pitch black in the dorm.  There's some light in from
the windows, so you can find your way back and forth to the bathroom at
night.  But of course, then the "Motion sensors" would pick that up, "Huh!"

   She must think we're so stupid, to buy that story, when it's so
obviously cameras, and they don't do their job sensing motion, so why lie?
And why put cameras in girl's dorms, other than to watch girls changing,
and sleeping, and oh god it's going to be really hard to sleep tonight! 
Bad enough with all those other girls, but 4 cameras, to record us, so
anybody can watch it any time, and what if that creepy teacher stays up,
and watches us, tonight?  Where they really, having sex, just for the
cameras last night?

   Well, I just heard the bed squeeking, and Vera whispering to her, before
that.  I didn't even hear her go back to bed, because I had the pillow over
my head, so I can't even say if she was.  In bed with Lyn, or if she just
snuck over to talk to her, then went back to bed before she started playing
with herself.

   And so what if she did?  I did, just today, and sure it was thinking
about boys, but.  It's not like we have any privacy here, and I kind of
thought about doing it again, while I had the shower to myself, but then
the teacher yelled over the water.

   "You can't stay in there all night," I jumped.  "The other girls need to
wash up as well, so rinse off, and come out."

   I didn't even wash my hair, but I only had the one towel, and had to
stand back.  Out of the water to put it on before I got out, but I could
dry my hair when I put some clothes on, and kept my head down all the way
across the shower room, while another girl went around me.

   Naked, but she followed me, and I wanted to scream with her right behind
me, and she didn't even look at the other girl.  The older girl, stark
naked, holding a towel still folded up with her shampoo, and conditioner. I
saw that, and even her boobs, because she held them under her boobs, and
she wasn't wearing a stitch, but it's not like I was staring.

   Like the teacher, watching me, and following me around, the whole time,
as if she was just waiting for a glimpse at my young barely developed body.
The water was kind of warm, because we can't adjust it any more than we can
shut it off, so I guess I can blame my skin being beet red on that instead
of the shame and humiliation for that creepy old dyke, watching me get
undressed, and following me around the locker room half naked, and just
waiting to see my body as soon as I got back.

   "Oh yeah." I looked up.

   [103] Blinked, "Wrong locker," but they told me to check out locker
#103, if I got the chance.  I turned around, and went to the lockers we're
using, but they're both already there.  In there nighties, and towels
wrapped around their hair, but I noticed they didn't wear the underwear
thing under them.  Tonight, just bras, and maybe panties, but I just had
the one, and my nighty got wet in the back from just pulling it on over my
hair, then taking off the towel under it.

   There, pervert bitch.  You like the show?  Because that's all you're
going to get, tonight.

   "Huh!" But, I think I saw, a little reflection.  Through the vents, in
locker #103, before I made an excuse, and walked away.  I looked for it,
but only took a glance, a second under the watchful eye of that sick homo
pervert, lest she think I might notice, and the jig would be up.

   "Come on." They stayed around me, and I felt a little safer, with them
backing me up.  Behind me, so at least it was harder for her to look at my
butt.  Sticking to the wet back of the night gown, once I wrapped my hair
in the towel, and grabbed my stuff.

   It felt like it was burning, just from her eyes on it, staring at my
butt, and I tried not to clench like I did anticipating a spanking when I
was a kid.

   "Huh!" Finally, I could relax when the doors to the showers closed, and
we walked back to the dorm.  "Okay, now I believe you."

   ;

   "Miss Smith." (F...fG Porn)

   I came back early, and found a note, tucked under the door to my office.
Locking it, I turned on my computer, and pulled up the overnight footage.
Split screen, I ran it forward, and switched to the right camera.  Plugged
in headphones, and played it from the time in the note.

   "Lane?"

   Even in black and white, I could see her eyes open, and look at her
bedside.  The clock, I heard her whisper.  'can't sleep?'

   She sat up, in her night gown, and practically shown in the high
infrared.  Through the thin cotton, blood warm, even warmer from being
under the covers, and her eyes shone.  Looking up at the camera, calibrated
for their body heat, the LEDs mostly just to dimply reflect the background,
but Dorm Room Girls is remarkably popular.

   Even in black and white, I won't even pretend to know what our viewers
are into, but this.  I can't help but think about how it is for me.  Not
just for me, but of course I get to see it first.  I'll have to think of
some reason to call the girls in, and review the footage, but notice that
Valerie stayed in bed.

   'have you given any thought,' she moved over to the new girls, 'to the
choice we talked about?'

   In hushed whispers, but this was news to me.  Which piqued my interest,
while they're clothed, and turned toward the camera.

   'what did Val mean by it being easier, for lesbians?'

   'well, you know.  we know how to do it, without hurting you.  eventually
you may even start to enjoy it, but the men don't even bother.'

   Men?  This is new, but they lied to her.  Obviously, I didn't tell them
to say anything about men, but they obviously improvised, and I have to
give them credit for creativity.

   'not even bisexual, lesbian means no men.  at all, but we can be gentle.
you know how to fake an orgasm?'

   'i think, so.  maybe, i didn't really pay attention, when i.'

   'you had one?'

   she nodded, still shyly holding her head down, but even under the hair,
I could see the light shining out from it changing.  slightly, but if you
watch near thermal video long enough, you get to recognize when a girl is
blushing.  It changes, almost imperceptibly, but the warmer tones show up
ever so slightly brighter, just like Lane's body cooled, out from under the
covers.  The same as her nightgown, which is almost transparent in
Infrared, as if backlit, and even the shadow of her bra, slightly darker
under it.

   'huh!  in the bathroom, when i had to excuse myself, from class.'

   'good, good.  so, now you know what it feels like at least.  right?'

   'yeah, I really liked it.'

   'well, do you think you would feel more comfortable, if someone else
touched you?'

   'someone else, or you?'

   'would you mind if I touched you, or would you prefer someone else?'

   'well.  huh!  i don't know, i guess it would be all right.  if you
wanted to, touch me like that.'

   'would you like to touch me too?  here' i'll sow you how.  relax, i'll
go slow.'

   Just touching her lap, under the blanket, and just her legs, to start.

   'there, that doesn't feel to bad, does it?  why don't you try it?'

   I already had my skirt, and underwear down, leaning back in the chair. I
looked up at the clock, but it would be at least an hour before people
really started waking up, and coming in to the offices.  I have my own, one
of the perks of tenure, so even if someone had to talk to me, personally
about something I missed on my day off, it shouldn't be for quite a while.

   'like this?'

   'yeah.  that's good, just like that.'

   Under her night gown, stretched over her legs, but parted enough to see
the heat.

   I like this, even better than full color, I really should splurge on
some zoom lenses on the cameras, and controls to zoom in, instead of these
wide angle security cameras.  I can crop it down to just her bed, but I
can't add smaller pixels where there are none.

   I like the heat, it's a major part of it, especially when I can't smell
them, but "Snh!" I can smell me, and skipped ahead a little.  From feeling
my bare legs, to a little farther up my lap, and tickling my pubic mons a
little.  Playfully anticipating more intimate contact, but she knows better
than to rush.  "Hh!" I suppose I could run it forward, but there's plenty
of time, to tease myself a little, and luxuriate in the smooth skin of my
crotch.  Fresh shaved this morning, also anticipating something juicy to
watch when I returned to work.

   They worked fast, 72 hours since she arrived.  Give or take, and already
they'd broken her inhibitions enough to touch eachother.  In the middle of
the night, while the other girls breathed, and snored faintly in the
background.

   'huh!' Lane sighed, 'how does that feel.  all right?'

   'a little hot.'

   'well, there is this hot blanket in the way.  you mind if i, pull it
down a little?'

   'mhm.' She just shook her head, sitting up.  Leaned back on the pillow,
turned up behind her over the bar on the cot.  Instead of a headboard,
cheap metal framed cots, with bars bent front and back to hold the frame
for the matress.  And wool felt blankets, flax linen sheets, fitted, and
flat, to fold under the scratchy hot blanket until she folded it back. 
'huh!'

   She touched the older girl's hands.  In her lap, slipping the hot cotton
nightgown up, and down her legs, but not stopping her.  Gasping, and
sighing.  Her hair falling aside from her putting her head back, arching
her neck, and even her teeth.  Sucking in breath through her nose from the
"Sniph!  Huh!"

   Loud, louder than a whisper.  Uncontrolled, not even holding back the
feelings this older experienced girls hands were bring to her.  Through the
soft worn cotton nightgown, no sign of the jumper they wore under their
uniform, like the one I saw her put on, for the first time.

   From the puzzled expression on her face, turning it around, and over. 
Figuring it out, and shrugging it on over her young body.  Still damp from
the shower, and just starting to develop.  The slight flaring of hips, in
front of the cute round reddened globes of her buttocks.  Her pale smooth
looking thighs, and the thin scattered triangle of fresh new whispy hairs
between them in front.  The puff still visibly swelling under it, like the
small shallow circles starting to stand out from her ribs, and the tiny
pale cones of her nipples, just a shade darker than her untanned skin,
poking out the fabric as it slipped down, and settled over it before she
bent at the waste to snap it over her virginal lips.

   "HUH!" I was definitely hot!

   'you'll have to get comfortable, touching me as well.' she took one of
her hands, and moved it, to her lap.  Under her skirt, and up between her
legs.  'it's okay, it won't bite!'

   "Hihmh!?" She covered her giggle, but didn't stop her.  Try to move her
hand, from between her legs.  I wish I could see her, rubbing the cotton in
better.  From here, but I could imagine, and she started grunting.  'mh! 
Hm!  HMH!" Through her fingers, holding back her own moans, over her mouth,
until she sighed.

   "Hhhhhhh!' Let her hand fall.  Onto her chest, limply, completely
relaxed.  "OH!"

   'yeah.' Lane moved her hand.  Out of the way, 'you don't have to fake
it, huh?' The louder, "HUH!" Leaning back, on her arm.  Propping her up,
wile her other hand worked quickly in her quim.  "HUHhHhH!  Yeahhhh!'

   Even the squeeking bedsprings stopped, as her fingers slowed down.  Like
she always does, when she achieves climax, and just lazily keeps rubbing
her hard little clit to prolong, and intensify the orgasmic pleasure. 
"Huhhhhh!" She fell back, diagonally across the foot of her bed, and
squirmed.  Sensually feeling up her panting tummy, and pulling up her
nighty to grope, and squeeze her heaving little A cups.  "HuhHhH, yeah!"

   She just lay there, a while, but I was so close.  Would that I could
have gotten the timing right the first time, but I teased myself too long.
It wouldn't take much longer to get mine...

   ;

   Darling (G Solo Fant)

   It was like a dream, but it wasn't.  That bad, it felt just as good as
when I did it.  Only more comfortable in bed, and I didn't have to think
about what I was doing, and her fingers.  Well, I suppose she had more
practice at it, but she really knew what she was doing.  I tried to think
about Bradley, but then it was kind of hard to when I felt her, and smelled
her, and heard her breathing, especially with her fingers slipping up and
down so the cotton brushed sparks off my clitoris.

   So, yeah.  Right again, I don't have to fake it, and it's not that bad.
I enjoyed it, masturbating with another girl.  It wasn't like, we had sex.
Really, it's just like playing with yourself, only she's older, and
harrier, and even a little, damper.  In there, I felt it, and it was kind
of gross, but not enough to feel sick, or get in the way of my orgasm.

   So yeah, I guess I can do that.  Given the choice, I'm even glad it's
her.  Instead of Valerie, much less that creepy peeping teacher, or Mrs. 
Smythe.  I thought I would, have nitemares again, but I didn't.  Or if I
did, I don't remember, just dreamed about home, and mom, and dad, not even
Bradly until I woke up and could almost smell my old bed, or remembered it
before I smelled the dorm.  And the wool, and the pillow, and saw the glow
from Lynne's clock on her night stand.

   Sitting up, I had to pee, and I saw that it was 3:17.  AM of course, too
dark for the afternoon, but her blanket rose and fell, and if I listened I
could even make out her breath over all the others, and snores in the big
drafty room.  In time, with her side swelling, and then falling to let it
out.

   'hhhhhh,' quietly.  She snores too, but she wasn't, right then.  I
wonder if I snore too, but I wouldn't know unless someone told me.

   Her hip, though.  I feel skinny, just looking at how it sticks up under
the cover, like the swell of her bosoms, through the bra under her
nightgown when she stands up, but I slipped my feet in the shower shoes
they gave us.

   Like sandals, but plastic, so we don't spread foot fungus around, they
say.

   "Nyeahr!" I yawned, as soon as I got in the bathroom, so as not to wake
anyone up, and turned on the light.

   They have a handicap mirror.  And sink, low enough for a wheelchair,
though we don't have one in this dorm.  So, they all do, I guess, but right
across from the handicap stall on the end.  It's tilted down, though, so I
can see myself.  Better, looking down, and pulling the warm cotton tight
over my skinny little body.  I can even see the little dark patch, in
front, and cover it up.

   Not out of modesty, but to feel the hairs crinkle, and roll under the
soft cotton.  "Huh!"

   Just like she did, only my hands aren't as big, and I don't know what
I'm doing.  As good, but I'm learning, so I leaned back.  Against the
handcapt door, or the stall with the sign on it, it's hard, but I don't
have to worry about losing my balance, and it's kind of like laying in bed.
Only private, so I don't have to worry about anyone else hearing me, and I
can see what I'm doing.  If I can keep my eyes open, with the cotton
swishing between my legs.

   "Mrh!" So, I smile back at me, and look down.  Slowly bunching it with
my hands, higher and higher to show more and more of my legs, and blushing
as it gets closer, and closer to flashing my privates.

   Okay, you want a show?  I can't even imagine what they said about, well,
better that I don't.  Think about, what the men might do, so I better
practice.

   If anyone asks you, tell them, "I'm a lesbian." Nod back at myself, as
if I believe it.  "I am.  A lesbian, a big ole homo dyke." I giggled.

   Even if I'm really more bisexual, I think.

   "Yeah," I stand up.  Pull off my nightgown, and lean back against the
cold hard door.

   It's my body, I better get used to it.  If I'm going to do this, show it
off, and they'll ever believe me.  It's got to be convincing, because if
they don't think I like it.

   "I like it." I do.

   Then, they might get ideas.  Even decide to take me down to the dungeon.

   Better not think about that, either, but if they think I don't like it,
there's no reason not to.

   Might as well go for broke, because some guys like torture porn to.

   "Nah," that's all right.  I think I'll stick to teenage lesbos, if it's
all the same to you.

   There right, this is way easier on me.

   ;

   ;

   {Don't try this at home, folks.  I'm not even going to bother telling
you it's wrong, if you're even considering mind control, and forcing minors
into pornography/prostitution, I will just assume that's no deterrent. 
Instead, let me appeal to your Fear.

   This is a Fantasy, not even mine, but appealing to a certain mindset you
probably don't want psychoanalyzed if you made it this far.  However, I
made it look easy, and set up an ideal situation for brainwashing.  Not
just the situation, but also the victim.  That's what all that in the
stolen car was all about, she's a doormat.  She lacks the confidence to say
"No," and make it stick, which is why she's so easily taken advantage of.
I'm not even going into all the steps they slipped in under your radar,
because it's subtle to get in under her's, and there's no way I'm going to
tell you how to get away with this shit.

   So, if you ever even considered something like this, let me warn you:
You don't know what you're doing.  To even have half a shot at it, you have
to know Who you're brainwashing to have any idea how to go about it, and
even then you're doomed to several failures before you even start to get it
right.  Failure means telling, exposure, humiliation, conviction, prison,
and registration as a sex offender.  For your safety, you're probably
better off kidnapping, and killing the witness to risk a "He said/she's
dead" murder trial, if you think you're up to it.

   Or, stick to fantasy.  It'll be a lot easier on you that way.

   ;}

   V.  {Anon}

   "Bird Watching"

   Well, that's what we told Ms.  Proctor.  I took the camera, and loaded a
fresh roll of film before we went out to the field behind the trees.  In
the corner of the fence, I turned around to see if anyone followed us, as
much as to use it as a better backdrop than chainlink and barbed wire.

   As long as we're prisoners here, we might as well have some fun, right?

   She likes Gweneth more anyway, but it was her turn.  I got the last one,
so this time I had to be the bitch, somebody has to.  So, she can make her
feel better, but it's amazing how quickly she got over her shyness.  The
new girl, I mean, she even let me tye her hair back, "Look back."

   I framed it in the viewfinder, and moved over al little.  "A little
more." Snapped it, and wound to the next one.  "Perfect."

   Windy day, early may, so it blew her ponytail back from her face.  "Such
a pretty girl," she's not just saying that.  Nice profile, with that little
half grin, and her green eye peeking back.  The whisps blowing away from
the body of the tail, like the hem of her skirt, blowing up a little almost
to the top of her thigh.

   Snapped another one of them kissing, and she took her hand.  Held it up
to her chest while I wound it, then let go to leave it.  Lightly gripping
her little A cup, braless under the blouse, but start with a tease.  It's a
series, and I've got 34 more pictures to go.

   "You like that?" Turning around, to show her butt off, or at least her
hips spreading out the back of her skirt from the side.

   "Uh huh?" Not a great actress, but I had to get her dirty little grin.
Winding it, but she didn't let go, I couldn't catch the little squeezes,
but the expression of her looking down, and her fingers in the folds on the
side said it all.

   Gwen looked back, and winked, then lifted her skirt.  "How about this?"

   CLICK!  I wound it, but caught the toothy widemouthed grin of sexy
shock, as well as her hand on her thigh, and I think even the front of her
underclothes, before she crossed her leg over it.

   "Ooh, yeah!" She giggled, and flipped up the front of her skirt.  With
both hands, I walked around to a better angle.

   "Why don't you feel around back."

   "Her butt?" She giggled some more.

   "Yeah," Gwen didn't need direction, just stepped aside so I could catch
her hand, over the little girl's crotch in the same shot.

   As the white cotton, stretched over her butt like panties, or a big
white heart with two little hands, squeezing it, and the giggles, from both
of them.

   "Hihihn!" I couldn't help it, after I got the shot.  "Here, you don't
mind taking a couple with me, too?"

   She looked up, a little shyly, and I wished I could have caught that
before I finished winding, but then it changed to a smile.

   Thin lipped, still a little unsure, and nervous, which is even sexier to
me than her willing acceptance of the other girl.

   "I like this part." I hugged her, and turned around, to grin, get my
best side, and whisper in her ear.  'To start.  The first kisses." She
finished winding, so I tilted my head, to kiss her cheek.  "Touches."

   Then, she grabbed my boobs.

   "Hihihn!" I felt up her arms, and rubbed them up, to the hem of her
blouse.  While Gwen finished winding, and came around for a better angle. I
looked away, from the camera, and into her big green eyes.  "You have the
most beautiful eyes."

   I didn't hear her snap the shutter, just her winding the film, but she
closed them, and I bent to kiss her willing waiting mouth until she started
winding again.

   "Hihn!" She relaxed, tensed, then even stopped squeezing my boobs while
I slipped my tongue in to lick out her mouth.  "Huh!"

   She bit her lip, and Gwen wound the camera, to tell me she caught it.

   "You're a great kisser."

   "Yeah?  Well, you're just so kissable!" I felt up and down her sides,
through the blouse, but there wasn't nearly enough up front to show
anything through it.

   She pulled at my tie, loostening the ends, Gwen wound the camera to take
another shot of her, unsnapping my blouse.  Looking down, with a dirty
little grin, biting her lip, and I wish I could see her eyes.

   Staring down the open front of my blouse, discovering what I didn't wear
under it.

   Anything, at all, the breeze even picked up, and blew a chill up under
my skirt, my naked ass, and between my legs.

   "HhH!" She looked up, spreading it open, and pulling the rest of the
snaps.  So they popped, shaking my bigger Cs around in there, and giggling
excitedly to see them.

   "You've got great boobies!" She squeeled a little, feeling inside to
fish them out.  "Ihihihn!"

   I felt up her arms, her shoulders, and neck to her hair.

   "You want to kiss them, too."

   No question, she didn't even nod.  I didn't have to pull her down, face
first into my shirt, even as the hot sweat blew out, and her exciting
panting blew her breath back in.

   Burying her face in there, Gwen moving around, snapping pictures, and
winding them as fast as she could.

   "Don't burn up the whole roll!"

   I laughed, while she was winding it again.

   "How many we got left?"

   "Twenty Five?"

   "Mh, smq, huh!"

   "Uh!" I rubbed her back, but she found a nipple.  "Huh!  She's a
natural!"

   "You really think so!?" She grinned, beautifully.

   "Yeah," I turned, and bent down to kiss her sideways.  She didn't stop,
or kiss back, but her little fingers found my now wet nipples to try to
pinch them, so they slipped out.  "Huh!  Fuck I'm horny now!"

   "You want me to kiss you," she stood back, "Down there?"

   "You want to?"

   She looked nervous again, and that was even sexier than her being sure.

   "Yeah," she decided, "It's what lesbians do, right?"

   "Yeha!"

   "Might as well go for broke."

   "Well, don't hog the camera." I waved it over.  "Why don't you play
around under Gwen's skirt a little first?"

   "Okay!"

   "Yeah!" she handed it over.

   We're going a little too fast, I decided.  And besides, I can run the
camera one handed.

   They both watched me, so I had to tell them to "Look away," to snap the
pictures.  "Look at eachother." I snapped a shot of them, eye to eye, a
little jealous.  But it's better, if they don't.  Look at the camera I
mean. That way, whoever sees these can forget it's even there, but I like
seeing the pictures as I take them.

   I like sex too, but it was going to fast, and I want to enjoy the moment
longer.

   These moments, these first moments of sexual discovery.  That's what I
love about virgins, it's all still fresh and new to her, and I consider
myself a good enough artist to capture it.

   She'd have plenty of time to eat me out, in about.  [17] more pictures.
She'll be better at it too, I imagine, but Gwen's really more of an
actress. Or model, for this, she knows how to make it look good.  Where to
stand, how to get her skirt, and hands, the new girl's head out of the way
so I can see her pull up the unsnapped flap of the onesy, and look ati it
by the light of day.

   You know, after fooling around in the near dark dorm room after dark, I
wound it moving around to get the other angle.

   "Bend over, Gwen."

   Yup, she's a natural.  Got down lower, to peek up her skirt, as I got
down to get just under the hanging snaps, and tease the littlest glimpse of
what she was grinning, looking pervertedly up at, and frame her adorable
blushing applecheeked face in with her ass peeking out from under the
hanging skirt, and loose triangular flap.

   "You get it?" She looked at me, while I wound it.

   "Yeah."

   "Good," she licked her lips, and felt up her legs to dive in.

   Face first.

   "Hold it."

   She stopped, chin shadowed by the flap, but I could just make out the
tip of her tongue.

   "Stick it out a little more.  As far as it'll go."

   "Lih'lith?"

   "Yeah, up.  A little farther back, yeah.  Hold it..." I wound the film,
and checked the remaining frames.

   She just ignored me, and went back to wigling it.

   "Nh!  Yeah!" Gwen even shivered a little.  "HhuhuhUH!  You're a good
kisser too!"

   "Nh!" I put the camera down, a minute.

   Time for a little break, to get off so my hands won't be shaking so
much.

   "Hahn!"

   ;

   Daphne (I know, the names keep changing.  It's intentional, but
hopefully consistent enough to keep track of who's who.  Also, LIES.  All
of them, she may be relatively new to this, but if you haven't noticed,
she's a quick study.  The recurring theme of not knowing who to trust is
part of the program...)

   "You wanted to see me?" After school, but after yesterday afternoon,
it's better than just moping around between class letting out, and the
dinner bell.  Honestly, I didn't know what to expect from her.

   "Have a seat," she nodded.  Unhooked the string around the arms of her
glasses to set them on the desk, instead of hang over her chest.  "How was
your first week at school?"

   "A little rough at first, but then I made some friends." And it got a
lot better.

   "Well, that's what I wanted to talk about.  I saw that Vanessa was
teasing you, that first night, but I'm concerned that you might be, falling
in with the wrong crowd."

   "Hahehin!  Here?" I shook my head, "This is a Juvenile Hall, there's
nothing but bad girls here." I'm just starting to fit in.

   "Huh!  Yes, however, it's not so much a matter of good and bad as how
different girls decide to act out."

   "By different, you mean, homosexual?"

   "They haven't pressured you into doing anything you're uncomfortable
with?"

   I took a moment, to think about that.  "So," she wants to play games,
"You mean, like what, exactly?"

   "Homosexual, acts."

   "Look, your secret's safe with me," and all this beating around the bush
is silly, "As if I don't know."

   "I certainly, have no I'dea, what you are talking about."

   "You know, the pornography, prostitution?"

   "Now they're pressuring you into prostitution?"

   "Uh!" I rolled my eyes, "Really?  So that's how you want to play it."

   "Seriously." She leaned forward, put her hands on the desk, and held her
fingertips together.

   "They told me.  All right?  Your secret is safe with me."

   "Huh!" She rolled her eyes, and sat back, "What has she been telling
you?"

   "Only what I seen with my own eyes?" I shook my head, "Like the cameras,
in the dorms?"

   "Oh!  No, that again.  We just haven't taken those down.  Look, those
haven't been hooked up to anything, much less monitored, in decades,
probably.  We just didn't take them down."

   "Then what was all that about motion sensors?"

   "I told you, I even pointed them out, in the halls.  Look, that dorm
used to be a ward, back when this was a hospital.  Ask the other girls,
there's no cameras in the other dorms, and like I said, I doubt those old
ones would even work any more if they were plugged into anything.  They're
ancient, we'd have to get a vidicon or something just to check them."

   "What a vidicon?"

   "An old fashioned vacuum tube camera, like those.  They're not even
color, they're that old."

   "Oh," explains why they're so dusty, and, faded.  "Well, what about your
car?"

   "What about it?"

   "Well, how did you afford a Jag working in a place like this?"

   "Well, not that it's any of your business," she tapped her nails on the
desk, "But it was a gift," she wiggled her rings on her fingers, "From my
husband." Like the rock, but I suppose I hadn't considered that he had
money too.  "Look, I don't know what kinds of outlandish stories she's
filled your head full of, but I assure you that Vanessa is deeply
disturbed. As I was saying, there's not just good, and bad girls here,
while some of you may be guilty of nonviolent misdemeanors, like auto
theft, others suffer from mental illnesses, which cause them to act out, in
unpredictable ways."

   "Yeah," she told me she'd say she was crazy, "Well, homosexuality isn't
a mental illness."

   "No, but you're not a psychologist, and you have been taken in by a
Borderline Psychopath with paranoid delusions, and persecution complex."

   "Uh?" I didn't know what to say.

   "Yes, right.  See, she has been diagnosed, by professional
psychiatrists, as a pathologial liar among other things.  So, again, what
has she been telling you?"

   I started crying again, it sounded so silly, I could barely even believe
I was saying.  "That you, you all're.  Lesbians, and funding this place
with, pornography, and.  Prostitution, and, you have a dungeon in the
basement to make torture porn, and.  My god how could I be so stupid?"

   "She can be very convincing." She nodded.  "She's insane, delusional,
but she thinks about her twisted worldview constantly, so it's
frighteningly internally consistent, and believable once you accept the
outlandish premises."

   Which is why it all sounded like a fantasy.

   "Nh, mh?" I just couldn't, do anything, but break down and cry.

   "Huh, you should read some of what she writes."

   "Like what?"

   "I don't know.  She has these, vivid fantasies."

   "I know!" I couldn't stop crying, and even she was starting to tear up.

   "You have no idea, how she can suck you in."

   "She got to you too?"

   She sniffed.  "Huh!" Wiped her eyes, ut that just smeared her mascara
even more.  "She started to.  She tried to, seduce me, then blackmail me to
cover up her behavior."

   "What kind of behavior?"

   "I'm sorry, but that's confidential."

   "What does that mean!?" It sounds like keeping a secret.

   "It means, I am professionally forbidden to discuss it, but if you want
to know, she can't help writing.  It's compulsive, she has to document her
thoughts and fantasies somehow, so she can keep all her lies straight."
Finally, she got control of herself.  Wiped her makeup off on a tissue, and
straightened her glasses back up.

   Which helped me, somehow.  Feel better, or at least, stop crying
uncontrollably.

   "I only read one.  She said she took, from your notes." When she gave
her the film to develop.  "Oh, God!" What have I done!?

   "About what?"

   "About watching the video, and listening to the bugs you planted in the
dorm." While she watched me getting molested, by her friend, and listened
to us, and pretending to be asleep.

   "That sounds consistent, with her paranoid delusions."

   ;

   "Greta"

   I told her, "My name is Greta."

   "She really is, crazy?"

   "I know."

   "Paranoid?"

   "Depends on who you ask, but.  I think it's Skitzoeffective."

   "And you didn't warn me?"

   "I tried to, but.  Huh, I'm sorry." I love her.

   "No you didn't, you backed her up.  That first day in the lunch room."

   "I know, I'm sorry, I just.  You don't know, what she's like.  She just
sucks you in, until you play along, or you feel like the crazy one."

   "No, I get that part.  Mrs Proctor even said she did it on her.  And it
was, kind of fun.  Playing homo with you."

   "Well, I wasn't playing homosexual.  I am, a lesbian you know." I braced
myself, for the inevitable.

   "Yeah," she blushed?  "I, it used to scare me, but now.  I think I'm
bisexual, at least?"

   "Yeah?"

   She hugged me.  "Yeah," nodded against my chest.  "I like you.  I like
her too, but.  Huh!" She just squeezed me tighter, but yesterday.  After
school, she wasn't acting.  She really does like boobs, a lot.  "I like you
more."

   "Well," I flattened out her hair, over the back of her blouse, "I like
you too." Sighed, "She's not.  A homosexual, at all.  She's not even
bisexual, I don't even think she's straight."

   "Then why did she do all that, gay stuff?"

   "I don't know.  I think, maybe she wants proof, that she's not crazy,
but.  Huh!  I'm pretty sure she was." I closed my eyes.  "Raped.  I don't
know who, did it.  Every time she tells the story, it changes, but I
believe that part.  She's scared, I know she acts fearless, and in control,
but I really believe that it's because she's terrified all the time.  I
feel for her, I really do.  I can't imagine what it's like living in fear
your whole life, but.  You know, she doesn't have nitemares?" She shook her
head.  "It's like, this is her nitemare.  Not just this school, they put
her in here to keep her from accusing ever man she knows of raping her,
but. It's like she sleeps to get away from this.  The only time she's
really happy, or feels safe in her dreams."

   "Oh, that sounds horrible.  Mrs Proctor wouldn't tell me what she was in
for."

   "Drugs," she nodded.  "I believe that, because she had one of her
friends stop by with some, until he got caught, but.  Huh!  For all I know,
she set that up too, but she got me hooked.  On drugs, when she first got
here."

   "What kind of drugs?"

   "Heroin?"

   "Oh!" She hugged me again, tighter.  "So that's why she said, there's
lesbians everywhere here."

   "Yeah, she doesn't know who to trust, so she suspects everyone,
eventually."

   "Then why are you friends with her?"

   "I love her."

   "Why?"

   "I don't know, I just do.  And it is safer, if you're the one she talks
to, and tells you all her plans, and I think I can handle her.  Most times,
or if she's having a bad episode, I can tell mrs.  Proctor so she can have
some alone time."

   "In the dungeon?"

   "It's not a dungeon, it's a padded room.  Left over from the hospital."

   "It used to be an insane asylum."

   "No, just a hospital, but it had a psycho ward.  Our dorm was part of
it, and the timeout room is right there.  It's really so she doesn't hurt
herself again.  She can," I blinked out tears, and closed my eyes.  "Hhuh!
Rape herself.  Snh!  To blame it on someone else, but.  I don't think she's
suicidal.  At least I never saw her try to kill herself, or even talk
about. Killing herself but.  When I got here, I caught her, and.  She
blamed it on me, but Mrs.  Proctor didn't believe her.  She said she's done
this before.  A lot of times."

   "So that's why she's so.  Ragged?" I nodded.

   "Yeah."

   "Then how come she can tell us she's bordeling psychotic, or Skitzo."

   "Effective?  Because she's not a doctor.  She's on pills they have to
make her take them, Lithium I think, but.  Then she feels better and stops,
hides them, or tries to put them in other people's food." I really should
have warned her.  "So, I have to make sure she's taking them."

   "You search her.  Her stuff."

   "I have to, make sure she's.  She's doing all right, and I like her
stories.  There like horror stories, but I like them, and they help me
understand her state of mind, better.  I'm gonna be a doctor when I grow
up. A psychologist, Mrs.  Proctor is more like a jailer.  If you look on
her wall, she had degrees in corrections, and education, so she can't talk
about what she did, legally.  I'm not a doctor, yet.  So, I'm not bound by
privilege when it comes to things like her diagnoses, and treatments, but
for your safety.  I thought it would be better if you know.  As much as we
can, know and understand her that is."

   "Yeah, she really is a fascinating person."

   "I know," I kissed her head, "But don't let her into your head."

   "Okay, I promise." She looked up, smiled, and closed her eyes.  I
thought she was waiting for me to kiss her, or something, but I wasn't
sure. Then to herself, "I didn't know who to believe until mrs.  Proctor
opened up locker #103."

   "Oh?" I'm curious.  "What was in there?"

   "A magnifying glass.  Gwen?"

   "Greta." My name's actually Greta.

   "Sorry, Greta." She shook her pigtails, "I'll get it, eventually."

   "It's all right," I petted down the seam in the back of her hair.  "What
is it?"

   "You want to have sex?"

   "Now?"

   "Yeah, I'm really horny now."

   "Okay."

   ;

   {Musical Notes: I didn't write them in the respective chapters, but just
to place this before the term Gaslighting became common parlance even among
professionals, I played:

   Madonna - "Express Yourself" (Like a Prayer)

   Extreme - "More than Words" (Pornografitti)

   Madonna - "Vogue" (Title Track)

   Extreme - "Play with Me" (Self Titled)

   Nirvana - "Rape Me" (In Utero)

   I'll leave you to figure out which chapters are which, then go watch
Girl: Interrupted.
If you want a solid diagnosis, there ain't none.  Why she winds up in a
kiddie jail she doesn't belong in, just like all of them.  None of them
belong there, but as for the main character, look up Foiles a Deux
Psychoaffective.}