I’ll answer your question in a minute.
But first, let me explain…
I’m a 16-year-old high school student. I guess on the surface I look normal, but I suffer from a rare form of trimethylaminuria (don’t worry, I can’t pronounce it either).
Simply put; I emit a bad body odor. It started when I hit puberty.
The smell is very pronounced and impossible to mask. People who walk within five feet of me immediately smell it. The other students would mercilessly taunt me.
“Smelly Maggie” they would call me. People would refuse to sit next to me in class or in the cafeteria.
One kid spilled a whole glass of lemonade on me and said “There! Maybe that will make you smell better!”.
The doctors prescribed different types of pills, soaps and special creams. Nothing worked. I take three showers a day. I once scrubbed myself so hard, I started bleeding.
I even contemplated suicide.
My classmates – I guess they were fed up of my smell – decided to take matters into their own hands. They jumped me in the shower after PE class to give me a scrub-down themselves.
They blindfolded me. They brought in buckets filled with all kinds of cleaning stuff, but it was the bleach that set *it* off.
It’s a little hard to describe, so bear with me.
*Something* came out of me.….from down there.
It felt like an out-of-body experience. I couldn’t see because I was blindfolded but I remember the pain feeling worse than your worst period; like my insides were being torn out.
The girls screamed. I knew they were being slaughtered because
I could hear the crunch of flesh and bone.
Then – just like that – the shower stalls were silent. Even the shower head stopped spurting water.
I lifted my blindfold, and there *it* was. It looked like a giant snake but it was segmented, like a worm. Its head was just a giant mouth that flowers open like a lotus.
Each petal was a serrated blade dripping with blood. The thing must have moved fast because all of my classmates were dead. Large chunks of their chest areas were missing.
One girl was twitching but her death throes didn’t last long.
The thing slithered up to me, rose up and swayed like a cobra. From the way its multi-jawed mouth moved, it looked like it was both relishing its feast and its freedom.
It then looked down towards my crotch area and then up at me….It was waiting for me to invite it back in.
I did the only thing I could do. I closed my eyes, and opened my legs.
I know this sounds terrible, but it was gentle with me and I’ve learned to better control it. Once it is well fed, it doesn’t smell so bad. I consider it a part of me.
I’ll answer your question now.
“Because it’s better to be a monster than a victim.”