A Condition Called Fetish

THE RIDE HOME

It's hard to just forget. I'm obessed with it. I can't stop having these feelings. Am I twisted? Sick? Or is it just a fetish?

She sat there with her head against the panel while sitting and riding the train. I noticed her long wavey hair and her tacky ear rings. Her makeup was a bit dark around the eyes and her nose was pointy. She wore a button down striped shirt and jeans and on her feet were flip flops. But before I notice that they were from Old Navy, I noticed something that bugged the living CRAP out of me.

Her toes.

I couldn't stop stareing at her toes. How strange they were. I thought to myself, if I had toes like that, I would never show my feet. Her feet looked like a size 6, but her toes might have stretch it out to a seven and a half.

THE TOES

Voices in my head. "Look, look, look at her toes...." I couldn't keep from looking at them. They looked like fangs. Her big toe was normal, but her second and third toes were long and longer than the big toe. Then the fourth and fifth toes were the same size. They were like a pinky size and the second and third were as long as a second toe, which would be a normal size. So these toes were just plain freaking weird. So I called them "Fangs."

AFTER THE TOES

I got off the train and walked home. I went in and out of stores trying to get over what I saw. But still in a shock, I could not stop thinking about them. How strange. How rare. How ugly. So I continued on home and by the time I got home, I was able to relax and not think of it. But I found myself thinking about it again, and so here I am at 9pm, writing about it.