Celestial Inventories by Steve Rasnic Tem

Author:Steve Rasnic Tem [Tem, Steve Rasnic]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fantasy, Fiction, Short Stories (Single Author)
ISBN: 9781771481663
Google: dZ5qBwAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00UWCXNGE
Goodreads: 17331579
Publisher: ChiZine
Published: 1990-12-31T11:00:00+00:00

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First he gathered seven leftover noodles from the cracked plastic bowls Auntie had provided them (Pierre’s bowl, of course, had been wiped clean). A bit of thick, flour-based sauce had settled into the bottom of each one. He dipped each noodle until it was heavy in the sauce, then with great stealth crept over to the girls’ bed, pulled back the covers, and gently stuck a noodle to the sex of each one. They snarled and snapped in their sleep, but did not move off their backs. Soon, he knew, the sauce would become a paste, the paste would dry, and their disguise would be perfected. His brothers’ hair was just long enough that in the dark Otto might not suspect.

After a quiet search of the room Little Poucet found enough string to take care of all seven of them. Each brother tied one end of the string to the tip of his penis, passed the remaining string back between his legs, and gave the other end to Little Poucet (who also held the end of his own string). Little Poucet became the puppeteer: all he had to do to turn him and his seven brothers into instant females was to pull on the string and thereby tuck each of their penises back under their asses. With their soft bodies and bad teeth, and by pressing their arms close to their sides to accentuate their breasts, they became wonderful, matchless little girls. Lying there together on the bed Little Poucet really found them quite irresistible.

To no one’s surprise Otto did come up later that night, stumbling drunk, and went straight to the boys’ bed. Little Poucet jerked hard on the string causing Jean Paul and Maurice to gasp, but they drew their gasps out quickly into yawns.

Otto reached under the covers and felt for their groins. “What’s this? My daughters? I could have made a terrible mistake.” He paused for a time, smiling, gazing off into space. Finally stirring himself he said, “But no time for this,” stood up suddenly, and walked to the other bed.

He reached under the covers there and laughed. “Tiny they are, but unmistakable! Here’s one seems a little stale.” He pulled out a sharp knife and rapidly cut off the heads of his seven daughters and dropped them into a large bucket by the bed. He then proceeded to flay the bodies, making miniature vests and tiny leggings. He pulled out one of the heads and removed the skin of the face, turning it into a small mask. “This’ll be a good mask for the dog to wear when he watches TV with me,” he said, holding it up to the light coming through the window. He stared at it a time, then dropping it as if it were something truly disgusting he cried out, “Imogene!” and spun around to the other bed.

But the seven brothers were already out the door and on the staircase, their strings trailing along behind them. Otto leapt up and ran after them, bellowing.

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