Chapter 13
The weirdest thing was happening to Mona. Aside from the physical changes taking place in her body, emotional changes were also occurring. She was frightened, and the reason she was frightened was the oddest feeling of peace of mind she had not had since she had been a little girl and her father had been alive. Here, with no money, being raped constantly, seeing herself undergoing a physical metamorphosis little by little, she felt more secure than she had ever felt at home with all her money and servants.
Her mirror showed her the physical changes continuing to take place. Her facial hair was still short, little more than stubble, but it was definitely there. But the worst part of it was that the hair wasn't merely growing where a man's beard and mustache might normally grow. It was growing on her upper cheeks and her forehead. She was becoming hirsute all over. Her feet were also covered with the lightest lint, and when she had soaped her buttocks after her to-do with the two undersized men, she had found hair starting to sprout in her asscrack. Soon it would spread to her ass-cheeks. As it was, her upper thighs and her calves were already dotted with the light fuzz.
She spent the entire afternoon shaving, removing all the hair, hoping and praying to see a dermatologist and have the hair follicles under her skin permanently removed. Dear God! She was indeed becoming a freak by injection. The constant freak penises probing into her orifices were the cause of this change, stirring up her emotions and her glands. In spite of the secure feeling she felt when with these people, she had to get away. Her home, her money, they were all back there in Iowa, and that was where she had to go.
Her clothes were fairly tattered by now, having been run through the washing machine again and again. She had borrowed undies from Magda, though Magda was somewhat smaller than she. Her own dress was so frayed, that although it was safe for her to walk around the fair grounds, she knew better than to try and get away looking as she did. She had already been hounded by more than one deputy sheriff, watching to see if she was a pickpocket.
What surprised Mona most was the fact that no one insisted she do any kind of work at all while being kept there. The freaks had other jobs, such as feeding, watering, and washing some of the animals. It saved the circus owner money, enough money so he was able to keep the circus running.
She began eating with them now in the mess tent, and with each passing day, discovered herself sharing conversations with one or another of them. Nothing intimate, just light banter. But it was enough of an icebreaker so that she was soon on a first-name basis with all of them. She was more like their guest than their victim.
During the five days that she had her period she was left alone, and by that time the entire carnival and circus had moved from Nebraska to Wyoming. She was going farther and farther from home.
Every morning, when she got up, she checked herself carefully in the mirror, and wherever she saw stubble, she shaved. In fact, she even shaved some pubic hair, leaving only the tiniest fringe around the sensitive labia of her cunt, not daring to go down there with a razor. Mona had been surprised that they were willing to let her shave, even supplying her with the razor. She soon found the freaks to be far more real as people than any other people she had ever known.