BY: FRITZ VON LUDWIGSLUST
CHAPTER SIX
Oh the Nabe was filled with a colorful cast of characters... all in phobic denial of course... from dipsomaniacs and kleptomaniacs to pyromaniacs, paraphiliacs and frustrated tricotillomaniacs, but... the most confusing and bizarre creatures were those obsessed with hyper masculine-dysmorphia.
"A Happy Trio of Tales below"
The Farthfews were a slightly prejudiced, slightly acid-tongued family from merry olde England who still referred to the states as "the colonies". Young son Steven was certainly a dashing edition to the Nabe, although a little peculiar at times. He would isolate often and seem to stay in his room for days at a time. The Farthfews insisted that their boy was just the strong, silent type and that was that... for the time being that is.
It was also around this time that a new kind of cat burglar starting fleecing the villagers of the Nabe... but not cash, coins or frozen foods, the stolen goods of choice were items of clothes from their laundry lines left out all night. Time went by as these nightly "raids" occurred but no one could figure out who was lifting all of these "personals" off the laundry "racks". The items stolen however were very specific and all the same types of wear.
It was on a scorching hot day in July that Mrs Farthfew could not stand the noise blasting from her sons room anymore. She had come home from work early so Steven thought that he was in the house alone as usual. Mrs Farthfew busted into the boys room to find him wearing a selection of the Nabes stolen laundry. He was dancing around the room drinking Sherry from a cocktail glass, smoking his Mothers Eve light 100's in a bra, panties, girdle, sheer stockings and a pair of Mrs Farthfew's pumps. The cat burglar of the laundry lines had been exposed... but his parents insisted that it was just a phase, that would vanish once his masculine features would develop... they never did. A boy with such nocturnal travestic fetish adventures doesn't go too far without them... at least not far enough to carry off that stolen wardrobe.
Poor DD Quinto, seventeen years old and he still hadn't started puberty let alone reach it. From a distance he almost looked waifish with wispy, thin blond hair, large sunken, brown eyes and a very slight frame, nothing like the other stag-like, darker, Sicilian men in the family. Up close he sounded like Pippi longstocking on heavy doses of estrogen. Of course his rough-n-tumble, aggressive and coarse parents were devastated at this development... or lack of development. Older brother Vinny was a 6'2" strapping athletic buck by the time he was seventeen so pallid under formed DD was an embarrassment to the family. He forced himself onto the school athletic life but he still looked like a queer duck in a pond of regal swans. Papa Quinto took matters into his own hands, force feeding the little pigeon huge amounts of pills, capsules, tablets and powders to "enhance" masculine features"... but it didn't really work, not even ingesting 35 to 40 of these various meds everyday. He ended up looking like a ghost of a prepubescent boy and the square peg never really fit into the round hole. Momma Quinto was the first in the Nabe to criticize the "weaker" boys in the area, despite her own elfish, "weakling" . Funny though, like Mother like son and he turned to be just as bad a mouthy, ugly bully as his family, although he still looked like an ambiguous newt. See how far a "boy" can go with imaginary masculine features... and no mirror in the house.
Karen Snidley, who just dwelled up the block was a girl with too many masculine features. She was also an aggressive, frustrated bully who looked like a cross between "Little Lotta" from comic books and a cyclops with a dutch boy hair cut. "Baby K" would later grow up (and all -around) to look like a "roided-out" version of character actress Lucille Benson. She was a merciless bully and the first to harass anyone who wasn't as much of a man as she was... and that wasn't easy to live up to. Her mother was also a vicious gossip who never worked a day in her life, she just sat around smoking he man Marlboro's all day in between High Balls and Rheingold, trashing everyone in and out of sight. Of course she'd kill if anyone gossiped about her "daughter" Karen and Heaven only knows the things people could say.
"Little" Karen was an evil mythomaniac suffering from an intense case of pseudo logical fantastica. She was also a closet exhibitionist... with the body of a hippo and six half deflated truck tires as a stomach. She was "caught in the act" in the woods, behind the carport, in many dark basements, in the back room of the Seven-Eleven that she worked in and various other shady corners with a varied collection of victims from the Nabe.
The end came when the police chief caught "Baby-K" with his own daughter Josephina doing the do in the back of an empty squad car.
See how far a girl can go with masculine features?
CHAPTER SIX
Oh the Nabe was filled with a colorful cast of characters... all in phobic denial of course... from dipsomaniacs and kleptomaniacs to pyromaniacs, paraphiliacs and frustrated tricotillomaniacs, but... the most confusing and bizarre creatures were those obsessed with hyper masculine-dysmorphia.
"A Happy Trio of Tales below"
The Farthfews were a slightly prejudiced, slightly acid-tongued family from merry olde England who still referred to the states as "the colonies". Young son Steven was certainly a dashing edition to the Nabe, although a little peculiar at times. He would isolate often and seem to stay in his room for days at a time. The Farthfews insisted that their boy was just the strong, silent type and that was that... for the time being that is.
It was also around this time that a new kind of cat burglar starting fleecing the villagers of the Nabe... but not cash, coins or frozen foods, the stolen goods of choice were items of clothes from their laundry lines left out all night. Time went by as these nightly "raids" occurred but no one could figure out who was lifting all of these "personals" off the laundry "racks". The items stolen however were very specific and all the same types of wear.
It was on a scorching hot day in July that Mrs Farthfew could not stand the noise blasting from her sons room anymore. She had come home from work early so Steven thought that he was in the house alone as usual. Mrs Farthfew busted into the boys room to find him wearing a selection of the Nabes stolen laundry. He was dancing around the room drinking Sherry from a cocktail glass, smoking his Mothers Eve light 100's in a bra, panties, girdle, sheer stockings and a pair of Mrs Farthfew's pumps. The cat burglar of the laundry lines had been exposed... but his parents insisted that it was just a phase, that would vanish once his masculine features would develop... they never did. A boy with such nocturnal travestic fetish adventures doesn't go too far without them... at least not far enough to carry off that stolen wardrobe.
Poor DD Quinto, seventeen years old and he still hadn't started puberty let alone reach it. From a distance he almost looked waifish with wispy, thin blond hair, large sunken, brown eyes and a very slight frame, nothing like the other stag-like, darker, Sicilian men in the family. Up close he sounded like Pippi longstocking on heavy doses of estrogen. Of course his rough-n-tumble, aggressive and coarse parents were devastated at this development... or lack of development. Older brother Vinny was a 6'2" strapping athletic buck by the time he was seventeen so pallid under formed DD was an embarrassment to the family. He forced himself onto the school athletic life but he still looked like a queer duck in a pond of regal swans. Papa Quinto took matters into his own hands, force feeding the little pigeon huge amounts of pills, capsules, tablets and powders to "enhance" masculine features"... but it didn't really work, not even ingesting 35 to 40 of these various meds everyday. He ended up looking like a ghost of a prepubescent boy and the square peg never really fit into the round hole. Momma Quinto was the first in the Nabe to criticize the "weaker" boys in the area, despite her own elfish, "weakling" . Funny though, like Mother like son and he turned to be just as bad a mouthy, ugly bully as his family, although he still looked like an ambiguous newt. See how far a "boy" can go with imaginary masculine features... and no mirror in the house.
Karen Snidley, who just dwelled up the block was a girl with too many masculine features. She was also an aggressive, frustrated bully who looked like a cross between "Little Lotta" from comic books and a cyclops with a dutch boy hair cut. "Baby K" would later grow up (and all -around) to look like a "roided-out" version of character actress Lucille Benson. She was a merciless bully and the first to harass anyone who wasn't as much of a man as she was... and that wasn't easy to live up to. Her mother was also a vicious gossip who never worked a day in her life, she just sat around smoking he man Marlboro's all day in between High Balls and Rheingold, trashing everyone in and out of sight. Of course she'd kill if anyone gossiped about her "daughter" Karen and Heaven only knows the things people could say.
"Little" Karen was an evil mythomaniac suffering from an intense case of pseudo logical fantastica. She was also a closet exhibitionist... with the body of a hippo and six half deflated truck tires as a stomach. She was "caught in the act" in the woods, behind the carport, in many dark basements, in the back room of the Seven-Eleven that she worked in and various other shady corners with a varied collection of victims from the Nabe.
The end came when the police chief caught "Baby-K" with his own daughter Josephina doing the do in the back of an empty squad car.
See how far a girl can go with masculine features?
