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MR. SCRATCH
BY
JANICE
(A convicted child molester is visited by the devil, Mr. Patch, while in
jail, he is given the chance to go free but he must become a 12 year old
girl in order to escape.
My name doesn't matter, but if you have read a newspaper, or watched any
TV recently, you would know it. I was given two life sentences, plus one
hundred years with no chance of parole. I was railroaded into it. They
wouldn't listen to my side of the story. They said that I kidnapped and
molested eight young girls, all under the age of twelve; two which are
permanently institutionalized. But it wasn't my fault.
All I did was to try to give them rides in my van but they did not
appreciate it. They were all sluts anyway, flaunting themselves, wearing
all those sexy clothes and short tight skirts and dresses. They deserved
what happened to them.
The trial was in all the papers so I was escorted out of the court house
under guard and in secret. I was taken by a secret route to a small
country jail for protection until all the paperwork was done for my
incarceration to a special prison for prisoners like me, those who would
not be safe in a regular prison.
The jail I was sent to was like something out of the Andy Griffith show,
two cells and a court room. The court room was huge and used for all
sorts of meetings and stuff. There were no benches there, when a
meeting, or court, was called, a bunch of folding chairs were set up.
Dances were held in the same court room because it was the biggest place
in town, actually...it was not in town, it was on the outskirts, just a
short bus, or car, ride outside town.
This particular weekend there was a big birthday party for the daughter
or the Mayor, who was also the J. P. and the sheriff and several other
small town asshole offices.
I could hear the noise from the party from my cell, there must have been
a dozen or more girls' there but from the noise it seemed like a
hundred.
I was laying on my cot listening to the laughing and squealing in the
other room when I became aware of a presence in my cell.
I opened my eyes and saw a well-dressed man sitting on the chair next to
my cot.
He said his name was Mr. Patch and said he was there to help me. How the
hell did he get there and how the hell is he going to help me? I then
noticed that there was no more noise from the other room and it seemed
as though there was a mist in my cell and there was an odor which was
familiar to me but I could not quite place it right away but soon
realized it smelt like sulfur.
Mr. Patch asked me if I wanted to get out of there and be free and not
have to worry about being caught and returned to jail, well...you don't
need three guesses to know my answer.
I asked him what I have to do for him. He said that in cases like this
he usually asked for the souls of people he helped, but he already had
my soul. I then knew who he was.
All I knew was that I would do almost anything, no...I would do ANYTHING
to get the hell out of there, spending the rest of my life in prison was
not on my priority list.
He told me that he could arrange for me to just walk out the door and
take a bus to the bus depot on the other side of town where he or one of
his agents would meet me and take over.
I readily agreed to do anything he said, with an evil laugh he
disappeared and I again heard the music and laughter from the next room,
and ...I was a girl of about 10 0r 11 years old and was wearing a short,
sleeveless, pink dress with a white floral print and I was carrying a
shoulder bag, I knew, somehow, that I was wearing a pair of panties and
a training bra under the dress, and I had a name tag pinned to my chest
indicating that my name was Carol. I also knew that I was a real girl
but still had my own brain and mind, that of a 35 year old man.
The cell door automatically opened and I boldly walked out and into the
room where the party was being held.
As soon as I entered the room I saw a scene from hell, a bunch of pre-
teen sluts gyrating their bodies and hips that looked like these young
ho's were having sex with each other standing up. I wanted out of there
as soon as possible, I did not want to be with these harlots any longer
than I had to.
I took a deep breath and started for the outside door. I was about half
way across the room when a girl about my age, named Dawn, stopped to
talk to me, mainly to tell me how pretty my dress was. Not wanting to
draw attention to me by being rude and telling her to "fuck off bitch,"
I thanked her and before I knew it we were deep in conversation about
things I knew nothing about, rock stars and bull shit like that.
From the way most of these bitches were dressed, and gyrating about I
could understand why this country was in the condition it was in, kids
having kids, teen pregnancy, and S. T. Ds all over the place.
Soon they announced that the cake and drinks were being served, I
thought that this was my chance, but before I could make a move to the
door, Dawn grabbed my arm and led me to the serving table and we got our
cake and ate it standing in a group of girls she knew. I was introduced
but paid absolutely no attention to the names.
Then, my chance came. The birthday girl was going to open her presents.
I saw my chance and took it; I made my way to the outside door and was
soon outside and free.
I saw the bus just pulling out; I ran after it but missed. I had no
choice but to sit on the bench and wait for the next one. I was almost
petrified sitting there in plain view waiting for some sort of alarm to
go off when some Barney Fife deputy found my cell open and empty.
I was there about five minutes when a van stopped at the curb in front
of me and a guy asked if I was waiting for the bus. I told him I was and
he told me that he just passed it down the street and it was broken down
and it would be another fifteen to twenty minutes before another one
would be here.
"Shit" I said to myself, "That is all I need, another fifteen minutes,
maybe more sitting here waiting for Barney Fife to discover my cell door
open and me missing."
The driver asked me if I was going into town. Anything would be better
than sitting here wondering if Mr. Patch was going to get tired of
waiting for me at the bus station, would he change me back while I was
still sitting here waiting for the stupid bus?
He asked if he could drop me somewhere, he was going through town. I
told him I would love a ride to the bus station. He told me to get in.
I climbed in and he took off. We were driving just a few minutes when he
asked if my door was closed all the way and reached across me to check;
as he did so I noticed that his pants were open and his dick was hanging
out. I looked at him in time to see that he had a rag in his hand that
smelled of chloroform and had it over my nose and mouth, the last thing
I remembered was hearing an evil laugh...and I could swear it sounded like
Mr. Patch, just as I passed out I heard "...what goes around, comes
around."
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