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A STRANGE LITTLE OFFSPRING
Honestly, we do not understand our youngest one. Charlie is such a bright
little child, but some of the things that transpire around our youngest
just do not make any sense. He is a bright enthusiastic child with a
propensity for coming so far out of left field that we do not know how to
guide his sometimes-strange behavior. Sometimes we wonder which side of
the family he gets it from.
Charlie is nine years old and he has a propensity for committing acts that
quite frankly simply do not add up in our world. One day we came home to
discover the family dog covered in paper Mache. Marci was now a landscape
with a complete ski slope represented. How did he get Marci to sit still
for such an endeavor? Still it was a feat to be marveled at. We took many
pictures of what could only be described as a strange masterpiece. My
husband and myself had the simultaneous thought that maybe we should show
this to a local psychologist. Everything was cleaned up and our poor dog
would now have to endure the removal of said artwork. We could not explain
how any of this was accomplished. Our strange little one was gifted, but
in a very odd way.
We would placate our youngest on Christmas by buying a gift for the family
that need to be shared to enjoy and telling him it was for him. This would
temporarily direct his energy into whatever we had come up with. Suddenly
an air hockey table was converted into paper boats reenacting some forgone
skirmish that was recorded in history. Charlie never ceased to amaze us,
no matter what we did, his take on reality always blew our minds.
Approaching the Christmas holidays once again, it always seemed just
around the corner, I went into my bedroom to change. We had an event to
attend at the local parent teachers' establishment and I wanted to keep
warm. Somehow not one single pair of pantyhose was in my bureau. I went to
my daughters' bedroom and the same held true. What was happening? Why was
this even an issue?
I called out to see if Charlie was home. The response was strange and
coming from the bottom of the basement stairs. I opened the door to the
landing and turned the corner. The sight that beheld me didn't seem
possible even for Charlie. My youngest was at the bottom of the stairs,
his hand on the railing in mid stride coming up but frozen in place, with
both feet pointed as he had started climbing the stairs. He was immobile.
Every pair of pantyhose that existed in our house now adorned his legs or
with cuts to the crotch his torso and arms. It looked impeding but not
something that would make one freeze in place. Apparently, he had donned
every pair of pantyhose that existed in our home alternating between
layers top to bottom. He looked to be a mannequin devoid of any natural
form and quite stuck in a singular position.
"Let's have it Charlie," I demanded in an exasperated tone, from the top
of the stairs. This high perch looking down on the individual that was
caught in a strange position to say the least, would normally bring
embarrassment and shame along with at least a little trepidation, not our
Charlie. He just stood there frozen in time with a stupid grin adorning
his face. Descending the unfinished stairs, I started to see an additional
shine to already shiny material that our child had adorned himself in.
This piqued my interest. Coming closer I had an idea of what had
transpired. All I needed to do was to proceed to the laundry area to find
several empty cans of aerosol glitter glue.
Returning to Charlie stuck to the railing I was able to pry his pantyhose
covered fingers from the railing. Then I had to rock him the get his feet
unstuck. During all this he never said a word. He just seemed to enjoy
providing me with another test of wills.
At nine years old and as active as this brainy little child was, he was
still small for his age. I grabbed my stiff little offspring noting how
stiff the exterior of my child now was. All but his head had been soaked
with an industrial glue as each layer of alternating pantyhose engulfed
his young frame. This had dried much harder than I think he intended, but
didn't seem to mind as the puzzle he now presented seemed to be a doozy.
How were we going to rectify this situation?
Carrying him up the stairs was still somewhat difficult, but I managed. I
walked through into the living room and spotted our decorations. One in
particular was a wooden box done up as a Christmas present. That would be
strong enough to support his upturned leg and hopefully he wouldn't fall
over. Charlie now was stood up in front of the Christmas tree with one
foot extended on the box. This almost worked but soon he almost fell over.
I need to figure out what to do and suddenly it hit me, his feet both
seemed perfectly angled to fit into high heels. With so many layers of
pantyhose his size was very close to our middle daughter's heels. On they
went and Charlie was now stable as any mannequin.
He was surprised at this development, but seemed intrigued as to my next
move. Up until today we always had played defense, Charlie sensed that the
parameters of his little games now had just changed and the challenges
moving forward would be more up to his standards. He actually seemed to
welcome this new aspect. His Mother wasn't going to immediately start
freeing him from his self- induced dilemma. New aspects suddenly were
possible for the game that was afoot. Again, he didn't express anything
verbally. He just waited for his Mother to make her next move. Did she
have it in her to dole out a deterrent against future whimsical plots?
He was soon to find out that people do have their breaking points. He was
in for a lesson not to be forgotten. The only thing remaining is if this
child (Charlie) would cope as a normal child would. Probably not if the
past was any indication, but his Mother was going to give it a good go.
CHAPTER TWO
Charlie now was on display in front of the family Christmas tree, with his
left foot shod in his sister's most grown up pair of stilettos sitting
atop of a fake Christmas present. Everything from the neck down had a
strange plastic nylon look that reflected the Christmas lights at every
angle. Camera in hand his Mother proceeded to take many pictures of her
newest decoration. She turned on her heels and when she came back, she had
the most adorable Santa's helper outfit from his eldest sister's
performance in her school play. For once in his life Charlie was
flummoxed, his face actually showed his Mother was on track to have an
effect. Then he realized that the outfit on offer couldn't possibly fitted
over his stiff form. Better luck next time Mother he thought.
Knowing that her plan would not work his bravado and facial expression
took on a haughty air. He had already won and his mother would only too
soon discover. Then she would need to start the labor-intensive effort
needed to free him from this stiff prison. The skirt, yes, the skirt he
did expect not to be a problem but the top would prove to be a problem.
Set back down in his mannequin place of decoration, now clad in thirteen
or fourteen layers of pantyhose top and bottom all of which were glued
together and maybe even to his skin, now sporting three-inch-high heels
and an elven green mini skirt with white fur piping, he made quite a
sight. The expression on his face would make most parents get their belt
out. His Mother however was starting to get into the game that was so
rudely thrust at her.
His Mother was suddenly on her cell phone, she was asking the neighbor
lady for a couple pairs of her pantyhose. And would she bring them over,
there was something she just had to see. Charlie wasn't expecting this but
he would rise to the challenge. It would be good to have a witness to his
Mother's defeat.
Trudy was knocking in short order, with another two pairs of Sheer Energy
pantyhose. She couldn't imagine someone needing to borrow these items, so
this piqued her interest. It simply must have something to do with
Charlie, but she could not imagine what. Linda answered her door and
stepped out of her neighbor's way so she had a full view of her youngest.
Now very much down the road of becoming the cutest Christmas decoration
ever.
Now it was Trudy and Charlie's Mother that had smirks on their faces.
Charlie was still confident that he would win when the time came for the
top to descend upon his body, so he stood there with a quiet resolve. From
behind her back Linda produced a pink lace bra. Quickly Charlie had
additional items that were not in his plan. Two small water balloons were
soon deposited in the bra. Next his Mother descended the stairs and
brought back a can of glue that was still half full. Upon inspection of
how the crotches were cut his Mother copied what Charlie had accomplished.
The pantyhose was fitted over his head and covered his new breasts. Glue
quickly followed and another layer of pantyhose was added to their little
mannequin. The glue was again applied to keep consistent with what had
already transpired. She brought a fan and helped with the drying of the
last of the glue in that can.
Trudy mentioned that she had some more pantyhose at home if Linda wanted
to add some size to his lower half. Linda agreed and Trudy went to fetch
the required items. By the time Trudy returned, not bothering to knock
this time Linda had already shaped some foam rubber and had glued them in
place. On went three more pairs of panty hose all glued to keep everything
as Charlie had originally planned. His shapely form now back in place with
his high heels and elven skirt adorning his small now curvaceous form and
the anticipation of these two women's soon to be failure clearly showed on
his face. Even without additional additions to his decorative costume he
was already quite the site.
Linda now produced seam rippers and proceeded to just that. The top was
now easily slid into place and then expertly sewn back. Charlie was now
fully adorned as a female Santa's helper from the neck down. Suddenly,
Charlies three older sisters arrived home, shaking off the snow that
started to come down. As they greeted their neighbor and Mother, they all
became silent as they saw their little brother. A short uncomfortable
interlude soon evolved into a hooting and hollering "life is so good right
now," attitude, by all present. "Can we help?" was chorused by the three
newcomers.
Linda knowing that Charlie also had been difficult for her three daughters
said, "I was counting on your help."
CHAPTER THREE
Charlie was now facing for the first time, utter defeat. This never
happened before, he was always protected by some circumstance or another,
but now no help could be derived from anyone in attendance. He would have
to wait for reason to show up, his Father. However, that was a long time
off. Until then he was at the mercy of his neighbor; his Mother and three
older sisters that would not have any patience for his quirky behavior.
Aubrey claimed that her auburn wig that she purchased when Charlie cut a
big smiley face on the top of her head would be perfect for our little
elf. She went to retrieve it. She wanted to glue it in place but Linda
said "no he can't remove it as everything from his neck down if immobile."
On it went and an elven hat soon followed with pins to keep everything in
place.
Next Lucy and Ashley brought a plethora of makeup. Their Mother moved
aside and allowed any and all makeup application to proceed. Charlie was
starting to regret his actions, especially having no mobility. Aubrey came
back with her favorite perfume. Spraying her little brother liberally, she
actually knocked on his leg and was amazed at how stiff it was. She
enquired with a look at her Mother whom informed them what had transpired.
Charlie was now their mannequin/decoration until "he learned his lesson."
Too that end, Linda decided to up the ante. "Don't you girls think that
our elf has very bushy eyebrows?" The three sisters squealed with delight.
Starting right away Charlie soon had very feminine eyebrows. Then his
Mother said something that he never would have imagined, "I believe our
little elf needs jewelry." The two older sisters headed for their stash
and returned. Aubrey also headed out but came back with press on nails.
She proceeded to stick them where fingernails should be on display.
Now completely decked out the only item remaining were earrings. Nothing
in this house were clamp on style. Linda now demanded three holes in each
ear. One piercing for each sister that has put up with too many strange
offerings over the years. Charlie finally spoke up. Please don't, I may
not be able to live that down. "No Charlie, you made your bed now you will
lye in it." In short order six earrings were sent home and Charlie was as
complete of a female version of a Santa's helper that ever existed.
Pictures galore were snaped preserving everything for prosperity. The
neighbor had stayed for these festivities. She enjoyed as the rest had
Charlie's comeuppance, it had ben a long time coming. Now she was excusing
herself, she wanted to leave before Linda's husband came home. Suddenly
there was a dread at what would transpire when he did arrive home. It was
too late Zack was home and as the door closed his large presence was a
fearsome sight. Silence engulfed the room.
Zack was no nonsense and everyone knew it. "What did you do this time
Charlie?" As everything was explained to their Father and husband, his
first question was "when was the last time anyone gave him water or he
used the toilet?" Disappointment shown through his expression. "Bring him
some water and I'll see what I can do for the other question."
"Charlie, I've told you a thousand times someday these games will be the
end of you." Taking hold of his youngest, Zack cut through the glued
pantyhose with his Dremel. This only allowed his youngest to defecate and
relieve his kidneys. Zack announced he wanted all of the makeup removed as
Charlie was sweating profusely. Charlie was so relieved that now he would
be set free momentarily. After helping him relieve himself Zack brought
his youngest back to the living room still encapsulated in his own prison.
"Ok girls, make his makeup real pretty." Charlie was besides himself. His
father was upset that nobody gave water to his misguided son, not that
they dressed him as a female Christmas decoration. What was going on.
After Charlie's makeup was redone, his father relocated the Christmas tree
and fake Christmas present outdoors. Charlie was next. With all of those
layers of pantyhose it was way too hot inside the house. Charlie was now a
lawn decoration. His Father was right, it was much more comfortable
outside. Zack came outside and squirted more perfume on Charlie. "I hope
that you understand that from now on your little escapades will cause at
least as much discomfort for you as you inflict upon us."
Zack now sent out a text bomb to all of the neighbors and all of Charlie's
friends. He knew that this was a little over the top, but Charlie needed
to start towing the line. He really did hope that this was the end of all
these mind games.
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