written by Andreas
original source of the story was Submitted by the author
This incident happened when I was 9 years old. This is an absolutely true story, because of which I developed an addiction to women’s legs and shoes. I changed the names for reasons of anonymity.
So, my aunt and I came to the country house to visit her two friends, Jessica and Margot. Several hours went on preparing for dinner and other preparations. And so, by 10 pm, the table was covered with a tablecloth and various dishes. While we were having dinner, I had to listen to the conversations of adults.
During the conversation, Margot said: “Oh, I hit something with my foot there,” and lifted the tablecloth to look at it. Following her, everyone, including me, decided to look under the table. We saw a mannequin head on the ground. “Oh my God,” said Margot. “Don’t be scared, this head is from a recycled mannequin. This head has been lying around for a long time, and I forget to throw it away”, said Jessica. “You can use this head as a footstool if you want,” Jessica joked and we all laughed. Margo lightly pressed this head with her foot and said, “Oh, this head is so soft, just like a real one.”