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"I must say," Margaret suddenly announced in her amplified
voice, "Robert is quite pretty for a boy. But Robert needs more
hormones. Answer."

I swallowed and stayed silent. Margaret delicately played with the
shiny cuffs. She broke into a smile and stepped close to the bed,
inches from my right shoulder. She put her hands on her hips and drew
back the lab coat. I was in awe of her unbelievably tight stomach and
well defined chest muscles.

"Tracy taught you well. Robin wants more hormones, right? You may
answer."

"Yes sir."

"Such a good... boy!", she said, boldly reaching out to pat my penis
quickly three times. I had no idea how to react.

Her hand stayed an inch above my cock. She turned to look into my eyes.

"The boy who knows something special.", she said.

"The boy who doesn't want to be a man. Answer."

"Yes sir."

She gently lowered her hand down to rest along my penis. I sent my heat
out to her touch.

"The boy who carried a secret desire. Answer."

"Yes sir."

Another erection began. Margaret held it down. I noticed her penis was
beginning to stand forward.

"A healthy desire. Answer."

"Yes sir."

"A beautiful desire... A... wonderful, deep, true desire. Answer.",
she whispered.

"Yes sir.", I said, feeling ready to cry. My sexuality was totally
exposed to this incredible person.

Miss Margaret got a syringe from a sheath in her left boot. She raised
the needle and squeezed out the air bubble. I felt the squirted
droplets land on my belly. Mei reached under the bed table, then
swabbed my left thigh with alcohol and cotton.

Margaret put her free hand on my inner thigh, held the syringe at a
steady angle, and injected the clear solution into the vein. After
withdrawing the needle, she kissed the site.

"The girl who needs another kiss. Answer."