Behold! I Am Barely Legal!

On a slow and quite night in the box, nothing was stirring not even in my pants.
There came a rapping, a rapping on my Plexiglas window. "Well look what we have here!" My mind shouted into my consciousness. Behold it is a single lowly patron looking dazed by the many sparkling lights. "Come hither, come hither to my particle board door."

As he stepped inside the room I was astonished to see, a short little tree troll standing right before me. With long stringy fried hair and small beady eyes, a rotund belly and short stubby arms. He looked ancient more ancient that I could know and big thick glasses sat on his furrowed brow.

He looked at me and gleamed an exciting and knowing grin. As if he had some news to tell, some important information to impart. What was it? What could it be? Will he leave me curious or simply convey it to me?

"I just turned 18. Look here, see?"

He placed a card to the window to show. He wanted to tell me. He wanted me to know. I am sure he would never need to show it. His age was masked, how would anyone have known.

"Well isn't that special. Congratulations to you. Another year older, another closer to the end."

He was happy indeed so happy he fed the beast to bring the curtain up on the act.

"I have brought you something. I would like you to wear. I brought you something it's right over there."

He motioned to the satchel sitting beside the door. With a grand gesture, he presented it to the window for my closer inspection.

It was a pair of stockings, not just any stockings, but those that I am sure that the mother of his mother must be missing sorely.

I gazed at them with a sort of speechless wonder. Are my eyes deceiving me to see such a thing? What penance must I owe my mind to create such a vivid deception to discomfort me so? Did I forget to apologise in a previous life for some awfully humiliating indiscretion? I search for the answer, yet none appears.

Moments later the gent from the front desk presents to me in a mocking fashion. That very pair of stockings. They were thick, very thick and opaque to the eye. Not a thing will show, my shape will be molded. They terrified me so, to hold them in my hands was a torture I could not have foreseen. How I begged that he would have chosen another for such a task.

"Well let's see them on." Was his request. He stood there waiting.

I fought them and myself to get them on. How horrible was the fabric against my soft skin. So tight they were pushing me in. They felt like sandpaper and rubber bands.

Back in my box, he was calling. "Come quick for me to see. Come quick to begin the second act."

I crawled back in to the window side. Presented the dreadful things with a grin. "What shall we now? What shall you wish of me?"

"Speak in perfect obscenity to me. Speak as though you are scolding me. Tell me you like me in my stockings too." As he removed his pants, I could see.... The very same stockings adoring his legs. The same stockings that must be pushing him in in discomfort.

So we danced around with wicked insults and scorn. We danced the dance until he had his fill. He bid me to keep them for next time, as he assured me he would return.

"What a joyous idea. I can't wait until next we meet!"

He scampered away back into the forest to his tree. He left so quickly I was left to explain. The state of my appearance to the next that awaited. With great joy and glee, I yanked the cursed stocking from my legs with a sigh of relief.

A fortnight later, the tree troll came calling. He brought with him another gift for me. A cup meant for boiling broth and in it sat a furry replica of the creature he was no doubt familiar with in the forest. A brown bear. Some sort of sad homage to the creature and an implication that I partook in hot beverages.