Dancing with a Nightmare

"What a pretty boy!"

A man exclaimed as he was grabbing my cheeks and I looked blankly at him in confusion. He pulled my shoulders and turned my body around to face the antique mirror on the wall in the corner.

"You have such smooth, flawless skin! Your thin figure is like a real woman, how cute!" He added, his tone of voice ecstatic as he was poking me here and there.

The peaceful Saturday morning had to end so quickly when a stranger and his two friends entered the house, literally turning the drawing room into a beauty salon.

"Excuse me, who are you?" Annoyed, I asked him, trying to get away.

"My name is Viktor Segerikov," he answered while posing like a catwalk model, finally letting go of me.

Viktor appeared in a black striped suit with a rhinestone corset around his waist. I stole a glance at the ruby slippers on his feet, astounded how he could walk just fine with those things on.