Parasite back up

   Where should I start? I mean on the one hand I guess how I was as a kid would shed some light on the subject. I was a thin boy back in kindergarten, 1st, and 2nd grade. On the one hand I didn't like all the rough housing, and sports, and name calling that the boys were into. Nor was I into the tea parties and stuff like that most of the girls my age were into as well. I liked the dolls though, but not baby dolls. When I could get away with it, I would buy the larger girl superhero and GI Joe dolls, that way I could have my toy and not be picked on as much. Looking back at those grades and much of elementary school and going into high school I was a tomboy trapped in a boy's body. It didn't help that come the 3rd grade I had a growth spurt that made me physically intimidating to most of the girls, no I wasn't super tall and buff, just tall and buff enough that I could never turn this into a story about how I was so feminine and picked on and liked to dress up like a girl and get away with it. No, I'd look like someone stuck a dress on a gorilla. Besides, like I said, I was more like a tomboy but...actually a boy. This resulted in me being picked on alot as I was I guess "just off enough" that most boys and girls thought I was weird; like the odd feminine mannerism, or going further about liking cute things, and stuff like that.

  As I got older that got a tad more confusing as I found myself attracted to really feminine looking boys and girls who were a tad more masculine, ended up having a huge fetish for semi-muscular art like how cat-girls and alot of monster girls online are usually depicted, and yes Futanari of course. I ended up with the mindset that anyone I'd be attracted to in real life, wouldn't be attracted to me. So it can't be any wander I fantasized so much about these unreal creatures, creatures with both physical and mental traits typically associated as masculine and feminine, strong, assertive, dominant, yet soft, physically attractive, the long hair, sass...I can't really think of a way to describe this properly, not happy with this string of adjectives to be honest as it doesn't really convey my meaning.

  Where am I going with this? What does it have to do with what happened to me? I think it does, I mean; okay I'll get to that. So in the 8th grade we went on a field trip to a museum in Plenta City, the teacher was excited because they had gotten some new exhibits bought at an auction from a private collector. That teacher was always on about that, how so many works of art, fossils, rare gem stones, odd archaeology discoveries were lost, and never studied because rather than end up in a museum or excavated by their countries of origin for study they were all too often stolen, even by so called archaeologists at times, especially in the last 2 centuries; and sold to private collectors. I didn't really care, nor did too many other students I think; but it was a day out of school and the museum had some interesting things like old timey weapons, the dresses old western and victorian women wore always struck me as beautiful for some reason. I often fatnasized about a futa girl wearing one and taking me from behind. Just so big stiff dresses cascading over us and ruffling about like a chorus to our love making.

  Fine, so the teacher had the guide point out the stuff newly acquired from the private collector. Apparently, and much to his dissapointment, several items were old books being kept in storage as they were too fragile to leave out on display, and a recent break in resulted in a few pots and a necklace being stolen before they could be examined. The police believed it was someone else from the auction or hired by them, but the guide didn't know much else on the subject. But there were a few other items on display from the collection. A gun from the 1800's made out of silver that supposedly was used by a conman according to the guide to trick locals into thinking the owner could shoot ghosts and vampires with it, that was kind of interesting. Two other things on display were a weird golden rod with twists on its end called a vajra that had something wrapped around its middle with old Vedic letters on it supposedly sealing some ancient demon to the vajra that would be unleashed if it was ever removed; yeah the guide pointed out that the private collector these were bought from seemed to have had a particular taste in occult items. He laughed it off, and then pointed out one of the things bought was a rock collection. Okay so more than one item, but it was a case of stones, not particularly valuable stones, just some stones with runes in them, a red stone that I thought had an odd reflection in it like something was swirling about in it; I figured it was a refraction of the ceiling fans; and then a cluster of typical looking green crystals.

   Right then there was a small earthquake, totally caught everyone by surprise and the green crystal fell off the counter. I grabbed it on reflex, the thing was crazy sharp and a really freaky cramp jumped up my arm really quickly. I about dropped it before the guide took it and put it back. He remarked I might have been better off letting it fall, he thought it looked like it was just colored glass that someone sold to the private collector guy as a magic crystal at some point and didn't bother to get it appraised. One med kit and bandaged hands later, and a talk with the teacher about grabbing falling objects, especially pointed and sharp ones, and that was the end of it. For now.