Memoirs of an Invisible Boy
Chapter 3
Hi there! It’s me again. Sorry, it’s been a few days since my last entry. I’ve been feeling a little down lately as I relived my past. This is proving to be more painful than I realized. But, maybe it’s therapeutic or something. Anyway, where did I last leave off? Oh yes, the aborted attempt at getting some clothes. What a wasted effort that was! In the week following that episode, I actually fell into a routine. I would sleep in Nurse Nancy’s office, wake up to witness yet another act of self prostitution, and then I would wander the halls aimlessly. Sometimes, I even forgot to eat. I didn’t bother trying to go home all that week. It was pretty depressing to see that even my own parents didn’t seem to miss me. It was like I never existed.
I guess in some ways, I didn’t. I didn’t exist as an entity at school, for example. The only time anyone paid attention to me was to play cruel pranks or bully me. I was shy to the extreme. Always had been. I didn’t have any friends either in school or out. I guess I just kinda existed, and coasted through life. There were no colours in my life. Everything was just shades of gray. For that week, thanks to my depressed mood, things had reverted back to that. I walked through the hallways, unnoticed and uncaring. I couldn’t even summon up the energy to hang out in the girl’s shower. That’s how depressed I was.
Anyway, enough of that week. The next, I finally shook myself out of my funk. Maybe the weather had something to do with it. May had finally arrived and the weather was warming up. Anyway, something odd happened on Monday morning. Instead of a faculty member coming to visit Nurse Nancy for playtime, it was a student. And not just any student! It was Jenna Jones! The hottest girl in school. The one I was staring at when I had my infamous fall in the cafeteria. What the hell was she doing there? Well, I was about to find out!
Jenna: Hi Nurse Nancy, I’ve got a confession to make.
Jenna: I’m not sure I can go to a church with this one. Please? I just need someone to talk to.
Jenna: Well, I’ve been a very bad girl.
Jenna: I like to tease people.
Jenna: With my body. I dress provocatively on purpose so that I can make guys stare at my body. Then when they approach me to try to ask me out, I shut them down.
Jenna: No, I tease my teachers too. Like I’ll sit in front of the class while wearing a really short skirt, and whenever the teacher glances my way, I’d open my legs and flash them. Sometimes I don’t wear panties!
Although she didn’t sound very shocked. Just like that episode with Mr. Nelson, this conversation sounded scripted, like it was a fantasy they liked to play out.
Jenna: And that’s not all! Sometimes I would wear really low cut tops, and let them look down it. Sometimes I don’t wear a bra either!
Jenna: What are you going to do to me?
Jenna: Spanked? No, please, don’t spank me!
Jenna: Please…don’t do this!
Nurse Nancy pulls out a long stick, and walks calmly over to where Jenna was kneeling on the floor. As she raised her hand, I swore I could see that it was a little shaky. I think Nurse Nancy was excited about the prospect! Anyway, she suddenly drops her hand, and WHACK, lays a loud smack on Jenna’s bare bottom. Holy shit! She wasn’t holding back! Jenna let out a small cry. But as the strokes kept coming, she started to cry real tears. Nurse Nancy must have hit her a dozen times. By the end of it, Jenna was screaming and crying, and generally wailing up a storm. After Nurse Nancy was done, she put her stick away and grabbed a tube of cream. Jenna was sobbing into a pillow as Nurse Nancy started to rub some of the cream onto her butt. Jenna’s sobbing slowly turned into sighs. When Nurse Nancy was done applying the cream, she started to really rub Jenna’s butt. She slipped her hand between Jenna’s legs and started back and forth motions. I couldn’t really see too much from where I was, but from Jenna’s moans and soft cries, it was pretty obvious! It didn’t take long for Jenna to reach her peak. She started to huff and puff, and groan really loud. Suddenly, she arched her back and let out a banshee wail. When Nurse Nancy withdrew her hand, her fingers were slick and wet. After she cleaned up, she gently helped Jenna to her feet and helped her get her clothes back in order. Jenna’s face was streaked with tears. Nurse Nancy pulled her into a tight embrace and just hugged her for several minutes. Jenna spoke in a tiny whisper, “thank you mommy”.
What?! What the hell was that about? Thank you mommy? Now I know that Nurse Nancy and Jenna Jones are not related. What the hell did I just witness here? Anyway, back in the main office, Jenna seemed back to normal. She was smiling and joking around with Nurse Nancy. Jenna reached into her purse and pulled out a wad of bills, just like the rest. Nurse Nancy accepted the bills calmly and stashed them away. As Jenna walked to the door, Nurse Nancy asked her a question about her teasing.
Jenna: Of course! Men are such pigs. I love manipulating them! One time, in the cafeteria, I noticed this boy staring at me. I was wearing this really tight tube top. Anyway, I stuck my breasts out and really gave him a view. You should’ve seen his face! I thought his eyes were going to bug out. Anyway, he was staring so hard, and the next thing I knew, he was flying up and backwards in the air. His tray must have flew ten feet up in the air before spilling his food all over him. It was the funniest thing I ever saw!
Nurse Nancy laughed along with Jenna, and I missed the rest of their conversation. There was only one thing in my mind. Jenna was purposely teasing me! I think I saw red at that point. I was so angry. I mean, she was such a little slut! First she teases me mercilessly with her boobs, and then she calls me a pervert for looking at what she was displaying! Where’s the justice?! I followed Jenna out and on to her first class. I didn’t know what I was going to do. I just knew I had to get even somehow!
I got my chance soon enough. Her first class of the day was Math. Now, despite her good looks, Jenna was actually pretty smart – and she loved to show it too. Math was one class where she could do it. I never realized it before, but after this morning’s episode, something else made sense to me. Jenna loved getting in front of the class to solve math problems. I guess it was another way to tease the male population with tantalizing glimpses of her body. It was also another way to stick her nose at the guys in the class too. Basically, she was saying: I’m beautiful, and smart, and sexy – you can look, but you can never touch!
The teacher, Mr. Louis, called her up to solve a complex equation on the blackboard. She got out of her chair and sashayed to the front. Every male eye – including Mr. Louis’s – was watching her butt as it swayed from side to side. She had a smart knowing smirk on her face. I just knew that I had to wipe that smirk off! She stretched her arm up and started writing on the blackboard. I saw my chance! I slowly walked up behind her, and in two quick movements, I flipped up her skirt and pulled down her panties. I even managed to hang onto her skirt for a second before she shrieked and ducked down. The whole class was in an uproar. Everyone had seen her bare butt, with its red streaks. I was laughing my head off, as were many of the girls too. It was a priceless moment!
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Ok, I’m back. That bloody janitor is such a pain in the butt! Ahh…sweet memories! That episode with Jenna had given me an idea. I was invisible now right? I mean, really invisible. I could get back at all the people who’ve ever wronged me with impunity! They can’t see me, and if I’m careful, they’ll never know what hit them. I felt really good about myself just then. I had a goal, a mission. It was to make life hell for all the jerks and jerkettes in the school! Jenna was just the beginning!
Life quickly fell into a routine after that episode. But this time, the routine was extremely enjoyable. Instead of moping around the halls, trying avoid being trampled, I began to actively seek out individuals who had wronged me in the past. Don’t worry; I won’t record all of them here. I don’t think I can even remember them all. I pretty much turned into a real prankster for a while. In retrospect, I think in the end, my pranks probably contributed to the rumours that this school is haunted. I mean, look at it from the students’ and staff’s perspectives. At first, it was small things. Skirts were flipped up in busy hallways, wedgies were formed without warning, and Jenna Jones seemed to lose articles of her clothing at every opportunity. I paid special attention to her! If you thought her humiliation in front of the Math class was something (including all the remarks and questions about the red marks on her ass), imagine what she felt when her blouse inexplicably popped open in the middle of a presentation and her water padded bra was in full view to everyone! Yup, I said it. Jenna Jones wore a padded water bra! The kind that makes your breasts look bigger than they actually are. I tell you true. She lost a lot of status after that fiasco. I finally took pity on her and left her alone after I found her crying her eyes out in the bathroom one day. I guess I’m just a softie!
Ahhh, Jenna. I guess it’s safe to admit here and now that I had something of a crush on her. Hell, half the school did! Once, I even worked up the nerve to talk to her, but well, that’s a different story. I guess seeing her cry like that…well, I think it appeased me to some extent. So, I moved on to bigger and better targets. I think one of my greatest pranks was the end of year dance. It wasn’t the prom or anything. It was just a dance where all the grades were invited for an end of year celebration. The gym was set up at least a week in advance prior to the celebration. One night, I was wandering around the school, and I happened to walk into the gym. The audio equipment was set up and a microphone was situated where the DJ would sit. Anyway, I was bored out of my noggin, and since I’d always been curious about this stuff, I decided to check it out. Imagine my surprise when I spoke into the microphone! I could hear myself! That day, when I turned invisible, I couldn’t make my parents hear me. But now, I discovered that if I spoke into a microphone, I was at least somewhat audible. Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t clear or anything like that. What came out of the speakers was a high pitched squeaking sound, almost like static. Hell, it gave me the creeps just hearing it! The day of the dance, some guys were testing the equipment, just fine tuning it, to make sure everything was working fine. I stepped up to the microphone and started talking. I don’t remember what I said. It didn’t really matter. At first, the techs kept adjusting and readjusting the equipment because they thought the scratchy sounds were a system fault. I had a blast! I was laughing my head off because I was making those techs crazy trying to track down a problem that didn’t exist! Anyway, that night, I had even more fun. Every time someone went to speak at the microphone, I would be standing right beside them, screaming at the top of my lungs. I know, I know, it’s probably funnier if you could see it from my perspective. But just imagine it. Some self-important righteous prick goes up to the microphone to make a speech, and every time he opens his mouth, screechy, scratchy sounds would come out. Ahhh, I still get a chuckle out of it after all this time!
Yaaawwwnn. I’m getting
tired. I think I’m going to wrap it up
for tonight and get some shut eye.
Thinking back about my pranks, I think it wasn’t so much the pranks I
enjoyed - I think it was the fact that
I was actually interacting with people. Before
I turned invisible, I never had the guts to talk to anyone, let alone play a
practical joke on anyone. I’ve never
even been to a dance or celebration at school!
By playing the pranks, I was in some strange way, being noticed, and it
was a heady feeling. I know, I know,
it’s psychotic, but hey, I’ve had a lot of time to reflect and think things
over, right? Look at what I’m doing
now. I’m writing a journal of all
things! I’m still trying to reach out
and interact with someone. Oh, speaking
of interacting…I don’t want to freak you out or anything, but I was hanging
around the computer lab a couple of days ago.
I was just curious as to who might be reading my journal. Most of the students weren’t paying attention
to the teacher. I don’t blame them. Mrs. Kline can be pretty dry and boring,
can’t she? Anyway, some were following
along, others were playing games, but one girl was reading what looked
suspiciously like my journal. She had
long dark brown hair, and glasses, and she was reading pretty intently. I didn’t want to get too close because I
didn’t want to accidentally startle her or anything. I did notice though, that she was wearing
some conventional clothing, and that she had really pretty eyes. That wouldn’t be you, my mystery reader,
would it?