At my Life Drawing class the model had quite

At my Life Drawing class the model had quite small nipples. The man next to me had drawn enormous nipples the shape of toothpaste tops pointing in different directions like search

lights. Far be it from me to judge his artistic expression. But then I noticed he wasn't drawing the model at all. He was staring at me...and my chest! Maybe I shouldn't have

come to art class topless. But I was one of those women who couldn't stand it if any other female in the room got more attention than me. I jutted my breasts out further & arched

my lower back in an attempt at contortion. "Stress fracture, 3rd lumbar," my physician later reported. "That was stupid. You're vanity is out of control. Regardless, I would like

to take some pictures, I mean x-rays...Wipe that smirk off your face." I didn't flinch at the doc's brutal honesty. My back was killing me, so I agreed to his wishes. He laid me

on my back while the scanner went over my body, "I can see what the problem is, you have a little alien living inside you", I needed to find out more was it dead? was it alive? how

Itself inside my gut, disguised as undigested food. The food police were scanning for any trace of forbidden foods on their list, including donuts. I never ate any after 1995.

Not that you'd noticed anyway. Not after but surely on the side. Definitely on the side; in the dark and covered by compost. Time only enhances the flavor with regret and shame.

Then he awoke SCREAMING, dug his way out of the compost, regretful and ashamed, grasping onto the letter the aliens had given him; he read to the World:┴ɥᴉs ᴉs ʇɥǝ ʍɐʎ ᴉʇ ɹǝɐps ʍɥǝ