Changling

‘My goodness!’ she exclaimed, ‘It appears that you've had an accident, youngster. You'd better come home with me so that we can make you presentable. It's quite safe, 'cos I live in the big house in the woods on the other side of the hill behind the toilets. Come along, now,’ and taking Colin's hand she led the surprised and unresisting boy through the copse.

Of course he had seen the house before. It was something that he had known about all his life; at various stages he was afraid of it, curious about it and – recently – ignored it. It could be best defined as an Edwardian Pile. Our tale being current to the ‘Addams f****y’ spookery, that crowd could have moved in at a moment’s notice. As a small boy he remembered a tale doing the rounds that a Witch lived there. Perhaps this was the witch. Colin didn't know but, trailing slightly behind her, he watched the movement of her bottom under her coat and realised that it looked much like his mother's. His still erect penis just wouldn't go down.

‘I'm Doreen,’ the woman said, still tugging Colin along. ‘You may call me 'Auntie Doreen'. What's your name?’

‘Er....Colin....Ma'am,’ said Colin. To tell the truth, he was just little bit afraid of what was happening to him. ‘Ah....thank you very much, Ma'am, but I live just a little ways away. I can get changed there....’

‘Nonsense, boy! You'll catch your death of cold. We'll have to get you out of those wet clothes at once.’ The grip on his wrist didn't relax for an instant. The woman appeared to be addressing her remarks to herself rather that Colin. ‘Can't understand how you got so wet....it's not raining....perhaps you fell down....’ and she kept those remarks coming until Colin - quite suddenly - found himself inside the woman's house and the door locked behind him. All worries about his wet clothes seemed to be forgotten as the woman shed her coat and hat. And, at that point, Colin realised that there was something else afoot.