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Some Demons You Can't Hide From - by R. C. Conrad
Reggie came home with his trophy in one hand. Methodically he closed
and locked the front door of the house his mother left him. He was
inside now, safe. In a little while he could savor the moment with all
his other trophies.
He put his trophy down on the end of the couch and went to the bathroom
to clean up. He kicked off his sneakers. His jeans and T-shirt were
spattered with mud and soaked with sweat he peeled out of them as well.
A moment later his socks followed. Finally he removed his white jockey
shorts, being careful not to touch the mess in the front of them.
He ran the shower for a few minutes before climbing in. Afterward he
always had to have the shower as hot as he could stand it. He picked up
the soap and wrapped it in the washcloth, wetting it in the shower and
rubbing it vigorously until foam started to leak out through the cloth.
Then he washed himself, scrubbing as hard as he could, leaving his skin
a bright pink from the heat of the shower and the raw rubbing of the
cloth.
Finally he was done, the hot water was just running out and he was as
clean as he could get. He punched the button on the tub faucet and then
shut off the water. Then he ran his hands over himself, wiping off as
much of the water before opening the shower door to grab a towel and
dry off. He dried himself in the bathtub, not wanting to get any water
on the floor. His mother had taught him how to keep clean and keep the
house nice. He still kept it just the way she left it to him.
He spread his towel down on the bathroom floor and then piled all of
his dirty clothes into it. The last piece was his underwear, which he
picked up by two fingers, touching as little of the cloth as possible.
Once they were safely on the towel, he pulled the corners in making a
neat bundle that was safe to touch when he was clean. All the dirt, all
the filth, was on the inside.
Picking up the bundle he left the bathroom and put it in the hamper in
the hallway. He then walked naked to the living room to retrieve his
trophy from the couch. He carried his trophy to his bedroom and placed
it carefully on the bed, spreading it out so he could admire the color
and texture of the shiny material.
Walking backwards to the closet he kept his eye on his trophy, as if it
might disappear before he could get it into his trophy collection. He
opened the closet and reached inside groping for the stepladder he kept
there. Finding it by feel he opened it and placed it in the spot he had
marked out with masking tape on the carpet, the exact spot it needed to
be to reach his trophy collection. He did all of this while only
stealing glances at what his hands were doing, his attention still
directed toward his new trophy.
Finally, he had to divert his attention to scaling the ladder. Taking a
breath he steeled himself. He put his bare feet on the wooden rungs of
the stepladder one at a time and pulled himself up to the ceiling of
the closet. He placed his hand on the ceiling and the cover for the
trapdoor swung away. Then, reversing his arm he pawed at the darkness
on the other side of the ceiling. A moments groping and a single curse
as he did not immediately find it were rewarded by his hands settling
on the corner of a cardboard box. He stretched to get a finger over the
edge and pull it toward the opening.
His effort was rewarded and he pulled a large cardboard box that once
held diapers down from the attic. Holding his breath Reggie peered over
the edge at the contents of the box. His body quivered with excitement.
Inside he beheld all the trophies he had ever gathered. His penis
twitched in response.
He stepped down from the ladder carelessly, almost falling as his feet
encountered no floor when he stepped from the second rung of the
ladder. Recovering, he cradled the box tighter to prevent any damage to
his trophies.
He walked to his bed and sat down, being careful not to jostle his
latest trophy. This was an event, a moment to remember, when everything
he had been working toward for so long came together.
With trembling hands he picked out his first trophy and carefully
brought it to his chest, a pair of shiny red panties. He remembered the
girl he got them from, a big girl, maybe a farm girl. She was dressed
up for a night on the town, but was hitchhiking home when Reggie had
found her. Bringing his attention back to here and now he carefully
pulled on the panties, lifting his ass off the bed to slide them into
position. He had a prominent bulge in the front, but he tucked his
balls and penis back to give his crotch a more feminine shape.
He closed his eyes and imagined he was standing naked in a round room.
One side of the room held a large oval mirror, just like the kind in
Sleeping Beauty. He saw his ugly male reflection in it. Out of the
darkness on the other side of the room the big farm girl walked in. He
looked back into the mirror and he stood now, wearing her panties, with
a crotch that belonged on a woman. He smiled.
Opening his eyes he drew a pair of pantyhose out of the trophy box. He
smiled as he recalled the next girl. She had curly hair that is what
attracted him to her. He didn't know if it was real or a permanent, but
it was the same way with every girl after that. He'd even pass by a
girl if she didn't have curly hair. It had slowed him down, but it had
to be done right.
Again he closed his eyes and imagined the girl walking into the room.
And again, the trophy he had taken from her replaced a piece of his own
Body with the image of hers.
Over and over the scene repeated itself. Skirt, shoes, bracelet,
lipstick, eye shadow, rings, each time a girl entered the room, each
time he became a little more woman.
Finally, only two items remained in the box. The cheap brass medallion
came out and went around his neck. He grimaced a little when he put it
around his neck. It was cheap looking and not very pretty, but the
right girl had been hitchhiking at the right time. He thought she might
have already been raped, which would have ruled it out for him. He had
asked her, and she said she was fine, so that was when he decided to
rape her.
Reggie smiled to himself as he remembered how she acted, not like any
of the others. After he had raped her she had just held herself and
rocked back and forth, repeating, "Now I know, now I know." She didn't
even resist when his hands went around her neck, her lips just moved in
what looked like the Lord's Prayer. As he was preparing to dump her
body in the old quarry this necklace was the only thing he could find
on her that he needed. She didn't even have makeup or anything, just a
man's wallet.
He shrugged and put the necklace over his head. Finally he turned his
attention to his new trophy, a shiny red blouse. He carefully picked it
up and put first one arm, then the other in it. Awkwardly, he fastened
the buttons. A tingle went through him as the last button was fastened.
Looking down he realized that he had fastened too many buttons, and
unfastened some to show his cleavage.
He shut his eyes then and imagined the room full of girls. The latest
woman entered the room leaving filling the last spot. He looked into
the mirror at the nearly finished woman there.
He opened his eyes and took out the hand mirror. Picking up the mirror
that belonged to his mother he looked at his reflection there. He could
hardly believe his eyes. He looked more feminine than he ever had
before. He felt his penis stiffen in its awkward position.
He closed his eyes and saw the room full of dead girls. Women he had
raped and killed to steal their magical female essence, to help him
please his mother.
He remembered so many times growing up in that house alone with her.
How she would berate him when he got caught in some infraction. How she
would scream, "I wish I had brought a daughter into this world instead
of you!"
But sometimes she was very loving, trying to guide him in life, like
when she would remind him that he was the only man just like his father
was the only man in his family. If the family were to continue, he
would have to bring forth a son to keep up the family name.
But the cruelest cut of all was as she lay with her body riddled with
cancer, she told him what a great disappointment he was. How he had
never married, and broken her heart. How he had never made anything of
himself. How he was the only 40-year-old still living at home that she
knew. After all he had done for her! Staying home instead of going to
college so she would not be lonely. Nursing her through her long
decline.
Besides, he felt that he had never had a chance with girls. He could
still hear the girls taunting him in grade school, "Reggie, Reggie,
smells like spaghetti!" Later on, in high school it was, 'dick like
spaghetti'.
His mother was right. It would have been better off it he had been born
a girl.
He concentrated and the room full of girls came back to his mind's eye.
He looked into the mirror and said, "Mother, look at me, the girl you
wanted to have!"
His reflection in the mirror swam and dissipated, and his mother
stepped forth. Not the diseased dying mother he remembered from her
last days, but the young, beautiful mother of his youth. She walked up
to him and he felt awed and small in her presence.
That is why it was such a shock when she reached out and slapped him on
the left side of the face.
She crouched there on the ground, huddled and afraid just like when she
was a little boy. Her mother raised clenched fists and screamed down at
her.
"You have killed your father's name! You were supposed to have a child
by one of these stupid little sluts, instead you have made yourself
into one!"
Reggie raised one hand over her head to protect herself from her
mother's rage.
"No mother, no, I beg you. I'll change back. I'll take off the clothes.
I'll never wear them again. I'll be a good girl, I promise."
Her mother screamed back an outraged response, "It is too late you
little tramp, you had better go and find yourself a man. Look!"
Reggie looked past her mother to see a young, attractively dressed girl
huddled on the ground. She opened her eyes and looked into the hand
mirror. Somehow the mirror had cracked when she fell off the bed. A
multitude of young, curly-haired women stared back at her crazily. She
dropped the mirror and tore open her new blouse. A creamy smooth bosom
with medium sized breasts revealed itself to her. With an anguished
scream she reached under her tight leather skirt to grope for her
penis, instead she felt the unfamiliar thrill of her own touch against
her vaginal lips.
Reggie begged her mother to stay, "Please, please, I'll find a way to
change back, just stay with me."
Her mother stopped just short of the mirror and looked over her
shoulder. With contempt she said, "I always thought you would never
amount to much of a man Reggie, but I never thought you'd wind up a
little whore." And then she walked back through the mirror.
Reggie was about to break down and cry, but as the surface of the
mirror smoothed he saw the dead girls closing their circle, closing on
him.
"You killed us Reggie," they said. "Killed us to please your mother.
She is not pleased Reggie. You killed us for nothing Reggie, killed us
for nothing."
Reggie screamed like a lost soul as they closed around her.
"Good evening, I'm Don White and welcome to American Fugitive. Tonight
we are asking viewers to help us with a possible kidnapping. Patrol
units investigated when a man's work had reported that he had not shown
up for his job at the recycling yard. The man was in his 50's and lived
alone, so the assumption was that he was stricken while alone.
Upon entering the house patrolmen had found a young woman, partially
nude in the bedroom. She is in a state of hysterical paralysis, or so
the doctor's say. She is uninjured, but just will not move or respond
to stimulus. One thing is for certain, something bad has happened to
her. Of the male resident of the house, one Reggie Boyd, there was no
sign. His car was in the driveway and neighbors reported that they
hadn't seen him since the day before.
Detectives investigating the identity of the woman found out that her
name was Katherine Bianco. A 17-year old high school student and sales
clerk. Her family had reported her missing 8 days earlier after a
family argument. Her family reports that Katherine had become pregnant
and refused to divulge the identity of the father. After a heated
argument Katherine ran away.
Police were able to reconstruct the path she traveled by interviewing
truck drivers and motorists along the path. Apparently, Katherine was
trying to make it to her grandmother's house in another state.
Although something bad happened to Katherine, American Fugitive is
happy to report that her baby is doing well. At the time this segment
was taped baby Bianco is six months along and doctors think that they
will be able to deliver the baby by cesarean section at full term.
If you or anyone you know knows anything about what happened to
Katherine Bianco or the whereabouts of Reggie Boyd, please call our
toll free number.."
In a police evidence locker a clerk is putting away evidence. His eye
is drawn to a cheap looking necklace with a picture of a fairy on it.
He smiles and thinks his daughter might like to have that. Perhaps it
will keep his wife off his ass for a little while. He opens the
evidence bag and pockets the medallion and chain. As he turns to leave
he sees a pair of shiny red plastic thigh boots with 5-inch heels. He
smiles and thinks that those must be 'come fuck me pumps' and hopes he
can get his girlfriend to wear them to bed. He tucks them under his arm
as he leaves for the night.
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