Mitch and David felt extremely ill-at-ease because of these stares. They gave them the sensation of being naked in front of every passer-by, when in fact they possessed clothes upon their backs. Extremely ill-fitting clothes, much too large, but clothes nevertheless. In spite of them wearing normal clothes, they both stuck out like sore thumbs. They were indeed the sole ones in ill-fitting garments and without a father-like figure like all other kids their age. They were not children, they were grown men but their appearance claimed otherwise. They had shrunk to the bodies they had at twelve at most! And they were lost in a world of crazy muscular and fat men that appeared to love having little boys as pets. A world that was mad, but unfortunately they were stuck in it. Before they were forced to remain there and share the fate of these other kids that must have been adults beforehand, they had to leave and fast. The most worrisome thing was that none of these children looked to be rebellious or fighting back. Either they could not or dod not want to, both possibilities being very scary. David and Mitch had the ominous feeling that they were looking at their own futures, and the picture looked to them bleak and quite frightening.
"We have to get away," gulped David.
"Oh aren't you just the sweetest?" cooed a voice above them. "You must be lost, dressed as you are. No decent daddy would let you amble around in these horrid garments! Well, good thing I am here! You need not worry now!"
And speaking of clothes, both young teens gaped at what the large man was wearing because it looked straight out of a history book.