Handsome I and Ugly Them
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Prologue
Humor Sex Story: Prologue - One day, people's sense of aesthetics changed. Ethan is the only person in the world who notices the changes, and uses that fact to his advantage.
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I am too ugly.
At sixteen, I am so ugly that at school I am constantly embarrassed about it. I don’t suffer from bullying, but sometimes I feel that it borders on that.
I am very self-conscious of my own appearance, I don’t need anyone to constantly point this out to me. Even so, as if the people around me would like me to know this, they point it out in my face all the time.
Sometimes with words right in my face. Sometimes, indirectly. Sometimes, behind my back. Sometimes, just the look they give me tells me a thousand things.
I was actually pretty ugly. My face was all asymmetrical. With big lips, thick eyebrows, pimples on the face, big nose. The worst thing about my face, however, is the fact that my left eye is lower in my face than it should be, and my eyelid drops more than it should.
According to doctors, two problems made my eye look like this: Ptosis and Exophthalmos (or Proptosis). One was nerve damage caused by the other, which was a tumor in my eye. I treated the tumor, but it made it very difficult to close the lid of my eye.
People sometimes treat me like I’m a monster just because of that eye, the nickname most used to refer to me is The Hunchback of Notre Dame.
It’s not like I was born that way, it happened when I was twelve, but it haunts me today. Before, I wasn’t exactly pretty, but I certainly wasn’t as ugly as I am today.
My parents have already told me that they will pay me to have surgery to fix this, but only when I was eighteen. They say it is for me to learn that life is not easy, that I must suffer a little in high school.
Fuck that.
No one deserves the treatment I receive, no matter how ugly the person is.
I just don’t complain because I’m living under their roof, and knowing my dad, I wouldn’t be surprised if he kicked me out of the house for contradicting him.