Memoirs of an Invisible Boy
Chapter 1
Have you ever wished for something so badly that it came true? I have. No, this isn’t one of those stories where the boy wished that a girl would notice him so badly that she ends up falling head over heels for him. It is, however, a story about being noticed. Like the day of the cafeteria incident. Just that morning I was wishing that someone, anyone, would notice me. Then, I got my wish. But, beware of what you wish for! I was in the school cafeteria, I had just gotten my food and I was carefully making my way to my usual table way in the back. The cafeteria was crowded at this time. It was the middle of November, and the only people still outside were the die-hard smokers. I remember this day well. I was walking by the hot chick table – I’m sure every high school has one. It was the table where the hottest girls in school sat. Anyway, I happened to be glancing at Jenna Jones – ok, ok I confess, I was staring – and then it happened. No, I didn’t turn invisible. I just wished I did afterwards. Anyway, she was wearing this incredible tube top (who wears a tube top in this weather?), and I swore I could see her nipples peeking through, when suddenly the world turned topsy turvey and I was lying on the floor with all my food lying on top of me. To this day, I still don’t know what happened. Anyway, I got my wish. I got noticed! In fact, I was the centre of attention. Everyone, I mean everyone in the place was looking at me and laughing their guts out. I got up slowly and there was Jenna, tears were actually streaming down her face! I made another wish, right then and there. I wished that I were invisible. I got out of the place as fast as my legs could carry me, the laughter and the jeers were still ringing in my ears.
That was perhaps my most painful memory. Maybe I should pause here to describe myself? Most stories of this type tend to pause at a point like this. However, what would be the point? I’m invisible. You can’t see me anyway! Suffice to say that I’m (or was?) pretty average. In fact, I was so average that I may as well have been invisible. Did anything change for me when I became invisible for real? Not really. I mean, my parents noticed. The police noticed too. But other than that, life at school went on as before. But, I think I’m getting a little ahead of myself. Let’s see, I was in grade 11 at the time of the incident, and that made me 16 years old. I was average height, average build, average looks - you get the idea. If I were in a crowd of people, you would never be able to pick me out. They say that a picture is worth a thousand words, but you could probably describe me with just one. Average. Anyway, you get the picture!
It’s funny, if you had sat beside me in the computer lab, you would probably never even acknowledge my presence. But now, if you saw me typing this, you’d probably freak. Which is probably why I wait until the school is empty before I come out of my hole to write this. Why do I do this? In a way, it’s my last remaining link to the real world. I’ve been invisible for a couple of years now, and I was starting to talk to myself, just for the sake of talking to someone. Did you know that people say this school is haunted now? It seems that some people have heard my one sided conversations to myself. So, I’ve come up with an alternative. I’ll jot everything that I can remember in the past couple of years in this journal. Maybe someday, someone will read it. Maybe, one day, my last wish will come true too.
Where was I? Oh yeah,
the cafeteria incident. I definitely got
my wish from that day! I was
noticed. Everywhere I went, people were smirking at me, pointing fingers, and
downright making fun of me. It seems
that Jenna did in fact notice that I was staring at her tits, and this got out
too. People were calling me a pervert,
and a whole bunch of other names. Girls
would immediately cross their arms the minute they saw me walk down the
halls. They went from ignoring and not
noticing me, to giving me evil glares behind my back - sometimes in front of me
too. Anyway, this went on for a couple
of months. After that, the hubbub died
down. Anyway, later that school year (in
the beginning of April), we went on a field trip to the
I threw the toothbrush down and I tried to calm her down. It didn’t work. Whatever it was that took my physical appearance away also took away my ability to make sounds. Not only was I invisible, I was inaudible too! I grabbed hold of her arms to try to calm her down, but instead, she freaked out even more. She ran out of the bathroom and down the stairs. Actually, she didn’t make it down the stairs. About halfway down, she slipped and fell. Don’t worry, she didn’t hurt herself! My father came out of the kitchen to see what was the matter. My mom was hysterical. She kept going on about ghosts and stuff. I never knew my mother was superstitious! Anyway, my father ran up the stairs. It was at this moment that I was trying to put on a bathrobe (yes, I sleep in the nude). So, imagine the sight from my father’s perspective. I think I would’ve freaked too if I saw a bathrobe suddenly come to life! I’d never heard my father scream before. He was always the tough but silent type. Well, he screamed then! He rushed into the master bedroom and grabbed the phone. Since the bathrobe was freaking him out so much, I took it off and followed him. He was just dialing 911 when I got there. I pushed down on the button to hang up his call. I think I was screaming at this point too. I was trying to tell him that it was alright. “I’m right here!” was the words I used, over and over. He kept dialing the number, frantically. His face was white. Eventually, I left. I didn’t want to be around when the cops showed up. The last thing I wanted to do was freak out the cops too.
I literally ran out of the house. Yes, I was still butt naked at this point. But, either it was an unseasonably warm day, or I just didn’t notice the cool spring weather in my disturbed mental condition. I didn’t realize that I had run to my school until I got there. If anything could convince me that I was invisible, then this was it. Here I was, standing butt naked outside of school, and no one noticed. On any other day, this is actually quite normal for me. I’d always joked to myself that if I walked naked into school, no one would notice. Well, there I was, and no one noticed.
Oops, I think I hear the janitors. I’d better save this and then shut down. Maybe I’ll come back later and type some more. We’ll see – or in my case, not see!
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Ok, I’m back. Did you miss me? Of course not, you can’t even see me! I was just going over what I had already written and I think I need to make one thing clear. That day, when my mother walked in on me, she couldn’t hear anything I said. In fact, no one can hear me when I speak, which can sometimes be annoying. Anyway, one day, I don’t remember when, I was mucking around with the sound equipment in the Gym. They were getting it ready for a dance that night with a live DJ. Anyway, I’d never been close to stuff like this before and I was playing around with the microphone. The next thing I knew, I could hear my voice coming out of the speakers! Incredible! Maybe I could only be heard by mechanical devices now? I played around some more and found out that the volume on the speakers were pumped way up. So, my theory was this. I can be heard, but my voice is so soft now that it needs to be amplified. That set me on my new quest. If I could amplify my voice so that it could be heard, is there a way I can amplify my image so that I can be seen? Anyway, I’ll get back to this later. I’m getting way ahead of myself again.
I walked through that first day as if in a dream. I remember that I kept going up to people, trying to make myself understood. Everyone just ignored me. I got bounced around a couple of times until I decided to stay away from crowds. I thought about picking up something in full view of people, just to get them to notice me, but I didn’t want to cause another riot like with my parents. Well, not knowing what else to do, I attended all my classes and I even went to lunch in the cafeteria. I snuck whatever food I could from other students’ lunches whenever they weren’t looking. Towards the end of the day, I finally came to my senses. What the heck was I doing there? I decided to go home.
Home. Sigh, I haven’t been there in ages. I miss my parents so much. I’m sure they miss me too. That day, when I got home, the house was crawling with cops. I didn’t dare to get too close, but I did learn that my mother was brought to the hospital for a badly sprained ankle. She also had to be sedated due to her hysteria. I felt really bad because I hadn’t meant to frighten her that much. Oh well…I couldn’t go home, so where could I go to spend the night? Yup, you guessed it. I went back to school.
I spent that night in the nurse’s office. They have a bed where students could lie down. I lay awake that night trying to think of what happened to me. Was it something to do with the trip to the nuclear plant? Did I get exposed to some kind of funky chemical or nuclear crap? To this day, I still don’t know. Anyway, I eventually fell asleep. I woke up the next morning when the lights came on suddenly. Did you know that when you’re invisible, you can see right through your eye lids? Anyway, I could hear the nurse bustling around in the main office. I hurried out of the bed and I had just managed to stand in the corner when she came in. She mumbled something about janitors taking a break in her office when she saw the unmade bed. She quickly made it and then she did something incredible. She changed out of her street clothes and into her nurse uniform, right there in front of me! Ok, I think she deserves a decent description. I mean, practically every guy in the school has drooled over her. Nurse Nancy is definitely not your typical school nurse! For one thing, she’s young - maybe mid to late twenties. She has long brown hair, and large eyes. She has a full sultry mouth, and a body that belongs in the pages of Playboy. She took off her sweater first. Her bra was a standard white cotton one, but the way it strained to keep her large breasts in made it appear ultra sexy. Next, she took off her slacks and that’s when I received my first shock about her. She didn’t wear any panties! Nurse Nancy, the school nurse goes commando! No wonder the school jocks took every excuse they could to come visit her. When she pulled on her gown, the edge of the outfit barely passed her pubic hair. I was so turned on by this display that I just had to relieve myself. I started pulled on my cock as I watched her change.
Suddenly, the door opened and Mr. Nelson, the school principle walked in. I thought for sure that Nurse Nancy would tell him off for walking in when she was changing, but instead, she turned to him, smiled and actually sat down on the bed. Then, they were talking to each other. I don’t remember much of what they said, but I think Mr. Nelson called her a dirty nurse, and she told him to clean her if she was so dirty. Mr. Nelson got down on his knees and started to lick her pussy. Oh my god! I can still see the image in my mind. It was like watching a porn movie in real life! Except the men in the porn movies are not old, balding middle aged men with a paunch. Anyway, Nurse Nancy was moaning almost non stop. She told him to fuck her with his monster cock. Mr. Nelson whipped out his cock, and rammed it into her. From my vantage point, Mr. Nelson looked pretty darn small. I mean, shit, I think he was downright tiny! Anyway, he started pumping in and out of her right away. I’m not very experienced in these matters, but aren’t you supposed to take your time? Oh well. His body started spasming within a few minutes. She was crying as if she were having a massive orgasm. After he was done, he pulled out and zipped up his pants. Then, I received my next shock. He pulled out his wallet and handed Nurse Nancy a wad of bills! She took the money and ushered him out. When he was gone, she used some Kleenix to wipe the white ooze that was coming out of her pussy. Ugh, that I did not need to see, let alone remember! Anyway, I let go of my limp cock and I realized that I had cum and I didn’t even know it! Talk about getting involved with the show! I made my exit as soon as I was able to.
Boy, I never realized how tough typing all this down could be. I’m going to save this and then call it a night. Maybe I’ll come back tomorrow, maybe I won’t. Until then, see ya! Or not!