In Cecelia's closet is a poster. She can't put it anywhere else: her mother won't let her hang it in a visible place. So in the closet it goes. Now the boy in the poster will always be looking down at her underwear.
When I still had long hair and when I wasn't a cross dresser, I stayed at Cecelia's house for a weekend, during which I had to shower the gross lake water off me. I had finished shampooing when I realized that there was no soap. I consequently spent twenty minutes in a towel trying to find soap because Cecelia couldn't, while her siblings looked on in horror.
Cecelia's little brother drove the boat. I was on it.
Adam. That's scary enough to be its own horror story.
Cecelia's little sister (age ten) has a dirtier mind than me.
I caught Butterfly speaking a full sentence. He told Raymond, "don't get hurt." Cecelia thought it was cute, and it reinforced her idea that they were real-life versions of Honey- and Mori-senpai. I dropped my fishing rod in shock and it floated away, only to be picked up by Adam. Both aspects of that story scared me.
how come none of these are scary?
ReplyDeleteThat's the point.
ReplyDeleteX D I liked the last one best.
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