If you're new to this series, here's Chapter One
I emerged from the alleyway. I was on a crosstown street near the junction with Broadway, right by the line to enter the club. It was busier now. A long line of clubbers was standing on a red carpet behind me, cordoned off by a velvet rope I stood on the curb with my arm outstretched, praying for a cab.
“Taxi!” I yelled.”Yo, Taxi!”
A cab ignored my outstretched hand, splashing me with slush as it sped by.
“Heyyyyy,” I shouted.
I was acutely aware of my appearance. I still had on my “IP-That’s Me” T-shirt and a light jacket. My legs were bare. I was wearing women’s shoes and panties. I dreaded to think what my face looked like.
Another cab failed to slow down. Then I spotted a third and began waving wildly. “Hey buddy, please, just gimme a break!” I yelled. But it too passed me by, despite being clearly for hire.
“Look at that freak!” I heard a female voice from the line say
I tried to shut the words out of my mind.
Then I heard another. “Man, I’ve seen it all now"
“Jeesus Christ. Will you fucking look at that?”
Shivering in the icy wind, I concentrated on flagging a cab.
"What a fucking freak!"
“Hey freak boy!”
“Damn, is he wearing women’s panties?”
I closed my eyes and tried to cut out the sound of the taunting bitches behind me. “Taxi!” I yelled. “Taxiiii. Please!”
“Wait a minute. Aint it that dude been botherin' Jess?”
“Shit man, it’s him!”
“It’s Fucking DONNY!”
I spun around. To my horror, two of Jessica’s friends were standing in the line. The skinny brunette and the stacked blonde who had acted so cruelly outside the Kano Lounge. The night I first learned what an incel was.
Both bitches wore tight leather mini-skirts and heels. The brunette was wearing a leather biker jacket, the blonde a classy fur. Jeeeeez, I thought. That blonde bitch had a body like Sara fucking Jay. She wasn’t wearing a fucking bra. They both looked so sexed up. I stared at them with both fear and lust in my eyes.
“It IS. It’s Donny!” “It’s Fucking DONNY!”
"Hey DONNY. “I didn’t know it was fucking Halloween”
I just stood there, staring at my two tormentors. Couldn’t they see I didn’t have any fucking pants on? Couldn’t they see that I needed help?
Then the brunette took out her phone and started filming me.
“Heyy babe,” I said. “Please. Don’t do that. Please. I’m just tryin’ to get home”.
Then, the stacked blonde put her phone to her ear and began to make a call.
“Hey Jess, that dude who was stalking you” she giggled into her phone. “Donny, right? The gross one. Well, guess what? So.. right now we’re outside the club and he’s here. And you’ll never guess what? He dressed up like a fucking freak. Bitch is wearing panties and heels.”
"FUCK YOU" I yelled at the blonde.
I walked up to her and tried to knock the phone out of her hand, missing and almost falling over myself. “Jeez, he’s attacking me” she yelled, half-laughing into the phone, her big breasts jiggling as she backed off. “Help! I’m being attacked by a freak!”
“Hey, leave her alone you fucking douchebag,” said another girl in the line.
“Yeah, she’s done nothing to you,” a second said.
Then I saw that at least two more girls in the line were filming me. I snapped. I’d had enough.
“Fuck off BITCHES! FUCKING BITCHES!” I yelled. I stumbled down the line, unsteady in my heels, lunging at the phones of those filming me.
“FUCK YOU! FUCK ALL OF YOU FUCKING BITCHES!!” I yelled, flailing at them, trying to grab their phones. “FUCKING WHORES!”
I managed to knock one girl’s phone onto the floor, but more were filming now. Guys too. Jeez, I thought. About half the clubbers in the line were filming me.
Then I spotted my escape. A cab across the street was discharging a bunch of tourists outside an apartment block. It looked like they were haggling over the fare. I turned my back on my tormentors and made straight for the stationary cab.
My mistake was trying to run in the sandals. Halfway across the icy road, I slipped, falling hard on my ass and causing an SUV to swerve as it took the corner onto Broadway. I heard an ominous crash. I stumbled the last few yards to the stationary cab, pulling open the back door and flopping into the seat before the driver could deny me entry.
”13th and D,” I said. The driver sped off without a word.
Twenty minutes later I was home. The first thing I did was check the bathroom mirror. I looked like a fucking clown. Across my forehead, the word “ UGLY” had been written in lipstick. Make-up and eyeliner had run all over my face. My lips were bright red.
I stripped naked and took a long, hot shower.
After that, I fixed myself a drink. Then I slumped on the sofa, fished out the half of the reefer I’d pocketed earlier, and lit it up. What a fucking night, I thought. What a fucking night.
Despite my abject humiliation, I was horny. I fired up my tablet. Trending locally was the hashtag #broadwayfreak. I clicked on a link, and to my horror, I was watching a video of a skinny, unattractive man with bare legs and a painted face wearing women’s shoes. A man lunging at a line of women on a sidewalk, causing one to lose her balance. knocking her phone to the ground. A man ran into the street screaming, “FUCKING WHORES!” and then fell flat on his ass as the crowd roared with laughter.
I re-ran the video. Jeez, those girls mocking me were hot. That stacked blonde bitch with the Sara Jay body. Her breasts were huge. Awwww, Jesus, I thought. I needed relief. To my shame, I began to jerk off. I couldn’t help it. I picked up Emily’s panties from the floor and buried my face in them.
After spilling my load, I began to sob.
The next morning I got pinged. It was a text from Jake containing a link. “Hey man, what happened?” it read.” You better see this buddy”.
A link to Gawker followed Jake’s message. I clicked on it and began to read the article.
Broadway Freak is Best Buy Geek
Self-identifying Incel Donald Weissman was named by a former colleague as the freak that caused gridlock in Midtown last night.
In a video that went viral, the bizarrely-dressed man is seen screaming obscenities and assaulting a group of women before running into the street, causing an SUV to topple a stoplight. The ensuing gridlock halted Midtown traffic for more than an hour, causing tailbacks as far as the Lincoln Tunnel. The film of the incident has since gone viral with the hashtag #broadwayfreak
According to the colleague, Weissman is a member of the Geek Squad at Best Buy in Union Square “For a while he was stalking me” she said in an exclusive interview “He was always coming on to me. It was creepy. “
Earlier Weisseman was identified as one of the so-called incel activists who were hassling pedestrians in midtown. According to one victim, they were distributing literature claiming that they have a “right” to sleep with attractive women.
The incel movement is widely seen as a far-right hate group
I stopped reading and looked up from the screen. It suddenly hit me. Mom had a subscription to Gawker.
I wondered if I’d still be welcome back in Bayonne
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Thanks to everyone who took the time to stick with this story until the bitter end! All comments are appreciated.
I emerged from the alleyway. I was on a crosstown street near the junction with Broadway, right by the line to enter the club. It was busier now. A long line of clubbers was standing on a red carpet behind me, cordoned off by a velvet rope I stood on the curb with my arm outstretched, praying for a cab.
“Taxi!” I yelled.”Yo, Taxi!”
A cab ignored my outstretched hand, splashing me with slush as it sped by.
“Heyyyyy,” I shouted.
I was acutely aware of my appearance. I still had on my “IP-That’s Me” T-shirt and a light jacket. My legs were bare. I was wearing women’s shoes and panties. I dreaded to think what my face looked like.
Another cab failed to slow down. Then I spotted a third and began waving wildly. “Hey buddy, please, just gimme a break!” I yelled. But it too passed me by, despite being clearly for hire.
“Look at that freak!” I heard a female voice from the line say
I tried to shut the words out of my mind.
Then I heard another. “Man, I’ve seen it all now"
“Jeesus Christ. Will you fucking look at that?”
Shivering in the icy wind, I concentrated on flagging a cab.
"What a fucking freak!"
“Hey freak boy!”
“Damn, is he wearing women’s panties?”
I closed my eyes and tried to cut out the sound of the taunting bitches behind me. “Taxi!” I yelled. “Taxiiii. Please!”
“Wait a minute. Aint it that dude been botherin' Jess?”
“Shit man, it’s him!”
“It’s Fucking DONNY!”
I spun around. To my horror, two of Jessica’s friends were standing in the line. The skinny brunette and the stacked blonde who had acted so cruelly outside the Kano Lounge. The night I first learned what an incel was.
Both bitches wore tight leather mini-skirts and heels. The brunette was wearing a leather biker jacket, the blonde a classy fur. Jeeeeez, I thought. That blonde bitch had a body like Sara fucking Jay. She wasn’t wearing a fucking bra. They both looked so sexed up. I stared at them with both fear and lust in my eyes.
“It IS. It’s Donny!” “It’s Fucking DONNY!”
"Hey DONNY. “I didn’t know it was fucking Halloween”
I just stood there, staring at my two tormentors. Couldn’t they see I didn’t have any fucking pants on? Couldn’t they see that I needed help?
Then the brunette took out her phone and started filming me.
“Heyy babe,” I said. “Please. Don’t do that. Please. I’m just tryin’ to get home”.
Then, the stacked blonde put her phone to her ear and began to make a call.
“Hey Jess, that dude who was stalking you” she giggled into her phone. “Donny, right? The gross one. Well, guess what? So.. right now we’re outside the club and he’s here. And you’ll never guess what? He dressed up like a fucking freak. Bitch is wearing panties and heels.”
"FUCK YOU" I yelled at the blonde.
I walked up to her and tried to knock the phone out of her hand, missing and almost falling over myself. “Jeez, he’s attacking me” she yelled, half-laughing into the phone, her big breasts jiggling as she backed off. “Help! I’m being attacked by a freak!”
“Hey, leave her alone you fucking douchebag,” said another girl in the line.
“Yeah, she’s done nothing to you,” a second said.
Then I saw that at least two more girls in the line were filming me. I snapped. I’d had enough.
“Fuck off BITCHES! FUCKING BITCHES!” I yelled. I stumbled down the line, unsteady in my heels, lunging at the phones of those filming me.
“FUCK YOU! FUCK ALL OF YOU FUCKING BITCHES!!” I yelled, flailing at them, trying to grab their phones. “FUCKING WHORES!”
I managed to knock one girl’s phone onto the floor, but more were filming now. Guys too. Jeez, I thought. About half the clubbers in the line were filming me.
Then I spotted my escape. A cab across the street was discharging a bunch of tourists outside an apartment block. It looked like they were haggling over the fare. I turned my back on my tormentors and made straight for the stationary cab.
My mistake was trying to run in the sandals. Halfway across the icy road, I slipped, falling hard on my ass and causing an SUV to swerve as it took the corner onto Broadway. I heard an ominous crash. I stumbled the last few yards to the stationary cab, pulling open the back door and flopping into the seat before the driver could deny me entry.
”13th and D,” I said. The driver sped off without a word.
Twenty minutes later I was home. The first thing I did was check the bathroom mirror. I looked like a fucking clown. Across my forehead, the word “ UGLY” had been written in lipstick. Make-up and eyeliner had run all over my face. My lips were bright red.
I stripped naked and took a long, hot shower.
After that, I fixed myself a drink. Then I slumped on the sofa, fished out the half of the reefer I’d pocketed earlier, and lit it up. What a fucking night, I thought. What a fucking night.
Despite my abject humiliation, I was horny. I fired up my tablet. Trending locally was the hashtag #broadwayfreak. I clicked on a link, and to my horror, I was watching a video of a skinny, unattractive man with bare legs and a painted face wearing women’s shoes. A man lunging at a line of women on a sidewalk, causing one to lose her balance. knocking her phone to the ground. A man ran into the street screaming, “FUCKING WHORES!” and then fell flat on his ass as the crowd roared with laughter.
I re-ran the video. Jeez, those girls mocking me were hot. That stacked blonde bitch with the Sara Jay body. Her breasts were huge. Awwww, Jesus, I thought. I needed relief. To my shame, I began to jerk off. I couldn’t help it. I picked up Emily’s panties from the floor and buried my face in them.
After spilling my load, I began to sob.
The next morning I got pinged. It was a text from Jake containing a link. “Hey man, what happened?” it read.” You better see this buddy”.
A link to Gawker followed Jake’s message. I clicked on it and began to read the article.
Broadway Freak is Best Buy Geek
Self-identifying Incel Donald Weissman was named by a former colleague as the freak that caused gridlock in Midtown last night.
In a video that went viral, the bizarrely-dressed man is seen screaming obscenities and assaulting a group of women before running into the street, causing an SUV to topple a stoplight. The ensuing gridlock halted Midtown traffic for more than an hour, causing tailbacks as far as the Lincoln Tunnel. The film of the incident has since gone viral with the hashtag #broadwayfreak
According to the colleague, Weissman is a member of the Geek Squad at Best Buy in Union Square “For a while he was stalking me” she said in an exclusive interview “He was always coming on to me. It was creepy. “
Earlier Weisseman was identified as one of the so-called incel activists who were hassling pedestrians in midtown. According to one victim, they were distributing literature claiming that they have a “right” to sleep with attractive women.
The incel movement is widely seen as a far-right hate group
I stopped reading and looked up from the screen. It suddenly hit me. Mom had a subscription to Gawker.
I wondered if I’d still be welcome back in Bayonne
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Thanks to everyone who took the time to stick with this story until the bitter end! All comments are appreciated.
