Memoirs of an Invisible Boy
Chapter 2
Hi there, it’s me again. Miss me? Of course not, how could you? You can’t even see me! You know, I went looking for my file today to add more to my so-called journal. Know what I discovered? Someone accessed the file this morning! Someone has accessed my journal! Oh my god, do you know what this means? I’m actually communicating with someone. Who, I don’t know. Do I dare find out? Well, whoever you are; I hope you’re enjoying this. Instead of adding to the original file, I think I’ll keep the files separate.
Let’s see, where did I last stop? Oh yes, that incident in nurse’s office between Nurse Nancy and Mr. Nelson. What the hell was that about? Is Nurse Nancy some kind of prostitute or something? Or is this just some kind of sick game? Not knowing the answer, and not willing to hang around for more, I decided to head home. Getting home was a problem. I mean, it was April, but the weather was still pretty cool. How the heck was I supposed to get home without freezing my butt off? The answer? I froze my butt off. Good thing I didn’t live all that far from the school. When I got home, there was still yellow caution tape all over. It actually surrounded the house. I slipped underneath it and made my way to the front door. I tried to open it, but it was locked. That was strange. At this time of morning, my father would be running around the house trying to get his stuff together for work. The front door was usually unlocked because he would’ve run in and out several times. Very absentminded, my father. Anyway, I started looking around the outside of the house, looking for a way in. Of course, I couldn’t find one. All the windows were still closed. In fact, all the blinds were drawn shut too. Experimenting, I rang the doorbell, but no one came to open the door. Strange. I mean, I was missing. Didn’t anyone miss me? If my teenager ran away from home, I’d be glued to my house in case he came back. Oh well, no point in hanging around here, freezing my butt off. I left my house and for lack of a better place to go, I went back to school.
What’s it like walking the hallways of my school as an invisible boy? Actually, not at all that much different than when I was visible. Nobody looked at me, nobody talked to me. I was still dodging around in an effort not to be trampled. Having someone stomp unknowingly on your bare foot hurts! Anyway, I wandered aimlessly through the hallways, not really knowing what to do. Then, an idea hit me. Literally. I wasn’t watching where I was going and a girl who was coming out of the girl’s washroom nearly walked right into me. Like any red-blooded teenaged boy, I’ve always wondered what the heck happens in the girl’s washroom. So, for the rest of that morning, that’s exactly what I did. The result? Not as exciting as you may have imagined. I mean, at first, the novelty of being in there turned me on, but after a while of watching girls go about their business, fixing their makeup, gossiping about other people, it got boring real fast. Then, another idea hit me. How about the girl’s shower? I got a hard on just at the thought! I virtually raced to the gym. I was in luck! There was a class in there. I wait patiently until the class was done and then quietly followed the girls into their dressing room. I was in heaven! I won’t go into the details here….maybe later. I wouldn’t want my anonymous reader to think that I’m such a pervert! Suffice to say that while many of the girls in that class weren’t all that pretty, all that girl flesh and gratuitous nudity enflamed my senses for the rest of that afternoon. I wonder if anyone ever noticed my invisible cum?
Alrighty, moving right along. Sorry for that long pause there. I was reliving some nice memories! While many of the girls in that first class were not what I would call eye candy, many of the other girls in the following classes were. Also, by the time the cheerleading squad came in for their shower later that afternoon, my dick was way too sore for more pounding. Lets just say that I spent many an afternoon in there from that day on and leave it at that ok?
I spent that night in the nurse’s office again. I couldn’t think of another place in the school that had a comfortable bed to sleep on. The next morning, I was treated to another bout of watching Nurse Nancy change out of her regular clothes and into her uniform. Pause here while I drool for a bit......
Oh god, what a babe! I’m trying to think of an apt example I can use that can do Nurse Nancy justice. I mean, she’s the epitome of a teenage boy’s wet dream come true! In fact, more than just a teenage boy. That morning, instead of Mr. Nelson, it was Mr. Dubois, the French teacher who came to visit. Now, Mr. Dubois is the total opposite of Mr. Nelson. He’s young, tall, and has a distinctively European look about him. I’ve heard more than one girl sigh in appreciation when he walked by. When he walked in, at first I thought it was nothing more than a routine visit. Well, judging from Nurse Nancy’s reaction, it may have been a routine only for the two of them. I’ll try to recount the episode here. I’m not really all that good at the whole she said, he said thing ok? Well here goes…
Nurse Nancy - Well, Mr. Dubois! To what do I owe this visit?
Mr. Dubois - Well nurse, I seem to have this pain. Can you take a look?
Ok, I know it sounds like a script from a cheesy porn movie, but that’s pretty much what they said ok? I mean, it didn’t even sound at all like spontaneous conversation. It sounded like they were running through a favourite fantasy or something. Anyway, Mr. Dubois closed the door and made sure it was locked. Nurse Nancy then led him into one of the resting rooms and directed him to sit.
Nurse Nancy: Ok, where does it hurt?
Mr. Dubois: Right here nurse.
Nurse Nancy: Right here?
Nurse Nancy gets down on her knees and starts to massage Mr. Dubois’s crotch. Her hand was tracing an outline of his dick. Wow, I haven’t even seen the thing yet, but I could tell that he was packing some serious heat!
Mr. Dubois: Yeah, right there, where your hand is. It feels very sore. Can you massage it for a bit?
Nurse Nancy: Like this? Or do you need more direct contact?
Mr. Dubois: More contact please. <sighs>
At this point, Nurse Nancy unzips his pants, reaches in, and pulls out a garden hose! Ok, Ok, just kidding. It wasn’t a garden hose, but geez, it looked like it could’ve belonged to a horse! She started to stroke him up and down. His eyes were closed and starts to sigh and moan. What am I doing while all this is going on? What do you think I’m doing!
Nurse Nancy: I think I see your problem Mr. Dubois. Your penis is a little dry. I think you need a little lubrication. Would you like some?
Mr. Dubois: Oh yes please! <sighs and moans>
Wow, this was way better than yesterday’s show! Nurse Nancy adjusted her position a bit and then she opened her mouth and took him in. Mr. Dubois really started to moan at this point. She used her tongue a lot and licked him around his crown. I never noticed before, but Nurse Nancy has a really long and agile tongue! Apparently, she was well versed in its usage too because I didn’t hear any complaints! She took him back into her mouth and really started to bob her head up and down. Mr. Dubois was nodding his head in synch with hers, as if agreeing to her every action. Her actions sped up and up, and I could see Mr. Dubois scrunching up his face as if he was in pain.
Mr. Dubois: Oh yeah, that’s right, just like that…ohhhhh geez!
Nurse Nancy: Uhmm…mmm…ulpp..slurp…
Just like that, it was over. I really thought they were going to have sex after that, but they didn’t. Mr. Dubois zipped himself back up, pulled out his wallet, and handed a bunch of bills to Nurse Nancy. I couldn’t get close enough to see how much, but I saw a lot of green! There seemed to be some kind of racket going on at school. So far, I had seen the principal and one teacher use the school nurse as if she was some kind of prostitute. Very strange! I wondered how I could get in on the action!
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Ok, I’m back. It was the janitor again. Geez, they work pretty late! I sure wouldn’t want their job! Anyway, in reading over what I have so far, I notice that I have a penchant for jumping around. Maybe I should call this, the Ramblings of an Invisible Boy! Well, to you, my unknown reader, I’m sorry if I get a little confusing sometimes. I’m trying to stay on track in terms of chronology, but I tend to go on tangents. Anyway, if I remember correctly, that incident with Mr. Dubois and Nurse Nancy happened on a Friday. Not much more happened that day. I wandered the hallways, just killing time. None of the conversations I overheard had anything to do with me. Looks like no one at school missed me! Later that afternoon, I saw a jock head into Nurse Nancy’s office. I didn’t know his name, but I’d seen him around. Anyway, he was limping a bit but otherwise had no obvious injury. I tried to follow but the office door was locked. I pressed my ear up against the door, but I could only hear muffled sounds. It would appear that someone went through the trouble of sound proofing the office. Oh well. I waited around and about ten minutes later, the jock opened the door and walked out. He had a huge smile on his face and he certainly wasn’t limping. I managed to slip inside before the door closed. Nurse Nancy was just putting away a wad of bills into her purse. Her uniform looked a little bit rumpled, and the bed in one of the resting rooms looked recently used. So, whatever racket that was going on also involved the students! Geez, why didn’t I know about this before I turned invisible? How the heck was I going to get in on the action in the shape I was in now? Well, there wasn’t much I could do right then, but I resolved to come up with a plan!
Before Nurse Nancy left, she changed out of her uniform. I got to see her completely naked this time. She wasn’t wearing any underwear at all under her uniform. Looks like that jock liked her to be completely naked while they were doing their business! Anyway, Nurse Nancy completely naked is a vision. I mean wow! She didn’t look at all fake like some models and porn stars. When she moved, her breasts jiggled and bounced. Wait…a thought just occurred to me. My father had a small and old porn collection at home. I had found them a couple of years ago, and I’d pretty much watched all of them. If you, my mystery reader need some kind of physical reference, think of Tracy Lords in her earlier movies, but a little bit more mature in the face. That was Nurse Nancy! Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, Nurse Nancy naked! Hubba hubba! Before she got dressed, she opened up her medicine cabinet and pulled out a metal briefcase. Inside, she picked out a small tube and a needle. Then, she proceeded to inject herself with the needle on her inner thigh. Eww, that looked painful. In fact, she had a grimace of pain on her face as she did this. In this day and age, STD’s such as AIDS were a thing of the past, but only if you got an anti-viral shot every week. Nurse Nancy obviously was very careful in her secondary profession!
After she left, I had a choice to make. I could either stay in the school, or try to head home again. After freezing my butt off this morning, I hesitated at going home. Besides, this being the weekend, I may not have an opportunity to come back in. I may end up spending the whole weekend outside. But, I just had to communicate with my parents. I had to let them know that I was alright. So, without any further ado, I headed home.
I do not recommend making trips outside in April butt
naked! Maybe if I lived in
The trip home proved to be a wasted effort. The house was in the same shape as it was in the morning, and ringing the doorbell got no response. Frustrated, I headed back to the school, but my worse fears were realized. I couldn’t find an unlocked door! Where was I supposed to spend the weekend? Only one choice was open to me. The local mall. I hurried there as fast as my bare feet could take me. When I got there, I wasted no time in getting in. At this time of day, it was pretty busy, so I spent a lot of effort in avoiding people. I ended up in Sears. Due to competition from other chains, Sears wasn’t as busy as it used to be. Good enough for me! I hung around until closing time and then went out on a hunt. I was going to try to find some clothes to make the jaunts outside a little warmer!
Well, I never really enjoyed shopping - probably because my mother would always come with me and select my fashions for me. Well, now I get to select my own! I started out with boxer shorts and designer jeans. I didn’t put them on just yet. Instead I moved them into a dark corner where I couldn’t see any obvious cameras. Next, I grabbed a sweat shirt, and a long trench coat. Some gloves, socks and shoes completed my ensemble. As I pulled each article of clothing on, I marveled at how weird the clothes looked on my body. They looked as if I were putting them on a hollow body. It wasn’t until I finished dressing that I finally looked somewhat human again. There was just one thing wrong. I looked like a frigging headless corpse! Great!
I got the idea of using make up. What a disaster that turned out to be! Either I chose the wrong types or maybe I just didn’t know how to apply it. Nothing would stick on me. Well, on to plan B! I tried some gauze, but I ended up looking like a mummy. Besides, I couldn’t get the gauze to stay on. On to plan C! I ended up grabbing some scarves and wrapping them loosely around my head. Some sunglasses and a baseball cap finished up the outfit. Not a perfect solution, but it worked. Sort of. I realized my mistake as soon as I tried to leave. All the doors were locked! I had no way out! The next thing I knew, I saw a flashlight bobbing it’s way towards me, through the glass door. Shit! It was a cop! I guess I must’ve tripped a sensor or something and it called a cop in. Great! I quickly stripped off my clothes before he could see me through the glass door. When he got up close, I could see him run his flashlight beam around, and finally settle on the pile of clothes on the floor. He called in the incident on his radio and then left.
The next morning, before I could come up with a plan to get the clothes out of the place, some enterprising employee grabbed them and put them in the back. I spent the rest of the weekend trying to come up with a plan to get the clothes out of there, but nothing worked. I ended up heading back to school on Monday morning, dejected and depressed.