TF (invisibility)

It had been a long night, without much sleep and with too much champagne, and Iris wasn’t all there yet. Literally.

She worked as an escort for an agency that specialised in transformed women. Iris herself specialised in invisibility. Last night’s client had a thing for a long fade. Iris had fiddled with her invisibility serum, and had slowly vanished over the course of five hours, going from completely solid to a barely seen shadow to nothingness.

The drawbacks of such a serum, of course, is that she faded back in over a similarly long time. Even after getting home and taking a nap, she was still transparent.

What the hell, Iris thought as she laid back on her bed and lit a cigarette. There was no point in putting on clothes until she was fully visible again. She loved the ability to simply vanish, and she admitted she got a real kick out of being able to see through her hips to the sheets below. She took a drag on her cigarette, and smiled as she watched it held between her transparent fingers.

Oh, there goes the phone. “Hello?”

“Uh, hello, is that Iris?”

“Yes, who is this?”

“It’s Paul. We had a sessions last month and you gave me your private number in case I wanted to arrange a follow-up?”

She grinned. She didn’t do that with every client, but Paul had been cute. And rich.

“Hello, Paul! It’s good to hear from you.”

“So, how’s the vanishing thing going?”

“Actually, I’m transparent right now,” she grinned.

There was a pause. “You’re kidding me.”

“Nope, I’m lying in bed and I’m like a ghost. You can see right through me.”

Was it her imagination or did Paul sound a little strangled when he came back?

“Wow. That must look incredible. Uh, anyway, I’m going to be back in town next weekend, and I’d like to book you.”

“Saturday or Sunday?”

“Both. The entire weekend. And, uh, I wondered if you’d like to go to the opera with me?”

“I’d love to! What’s on?”

“Cosi fan tutte. I don’t know if you know it …”

“Of course, I adore Mozart. I’ll pick something special to wear.”

“Great! So, I’ll let you know where I’m staying.”

“Fine. Any special requests?”

“Requests?”

“Would you like me to vanish quickly, slowly? Leave some parts visible?”

“You can do that?”

“You’d be amazed at what I can do with this little potion of mine.”

“Uh … uh … the same sort of thing as last time would be great.”

“Okay, then. I’ll see you on Saturday.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it.”

“Me too, Paul. Me too.”

*

At the end of the first act, Paul and Iris applauded loudly with the rest of the audience. It wasn’t a great production, Paul thought, but the two female singers were excellent and he always enjoyed Mozart’s operas.

“Well,” he said, turning to Iris, “a glass of champagne during the interval?”

“I’d love to,” she smiled.

As they walked down to the bar, Paul couldn’t help grinning. Iris was dressed beautifully, in a black gown with stockings. She wore long earrings. The perfect touch was a pair of long opera gloves that covered her up to above the elbows. Better still, she was a charming and knowledgable conversationist. Paul knew many eyes were on the pair, and he couldn’t help showing her off.

They returned for the second act. When the opera was over, they caught a cab - surprisingly quickly, too - and made their way back to Paul’s hotel. Entering the suite, he suggested a nightcap and Iris had agreed.

“Make yourself comfortable while I mix our drinks,” he said.

“Mmm, I think I will,” Iris said.

When he turned away from the bar, he found she’d shrugged her gown off, revealing her lithe body clad in a red corset that showcased her breasts magnificently. She was also wearing a garter belt with her stockings.

“Well,” she said with a smile as she curled up on the sofa, “I think we should get this party started.”

Paul’s heart began to beat a little faster as he put Iris’ scotch down on the coffee table. “Right. If you’re ready.”

“Oh, I’m always ready.” Iris took a sip of her drink, then straightened on the sofa. Reaching between her breasts, she pulled out a little vial.

“Look familiar?” she said with a smile.

“The invisibility serum,” Paul croaked. Suddenly his throat felt very dry indeed.

“That’s right,” Iris almost whispered. “This is what makes me vanish. I’m so very happy to have another opportunity to disappear for you, Paul. Just let me drink this and let me fade away.”

As Paul watched, Iris put the vial to her lips and let the contents slide down her throat. She could feel the serum as it hit her stomach, and it began to change her.

It was never quite the same. Tonight her extremities - her legs inside her black stockings, and the arms hidden in the gloves - began to fade first. Paul saw her shapely legs disappear into nothingness, but leaving the stockings floating in the air. Her shoulders grew transparent then seemed to dissolve into the air, leaving the gloves similarly suspended in space. The swell of her breasts began to vanish, leaving her face suspended above the corset top. But this too evaporated, her hair, then her cheeks, her mouth and nose, until finally her eyes twinkled away.

The corset, still amply filled, lay back on the sofa. “Well,” came Iris’ voice from nowhere, “how do I look?”

“Look?” Paul cleared his throat. He knew he was staring, but who wouldn’t? “For a woman who’s not here, you look magnificent.”

“Wonderful. You wouldn’t believe how much I get off on being invisible. Well, should I get a little more naked?”

“Naked?”

“Like this.” And the corset began to unbutton itself. It was enclosed at the front, so it was quick work to undo. Paul watched with full attention as each clip pulled itself apart, the corset tightening a little when it did. Finally it was unwrapped and thrown to the floor. Now there was a pair of panties and a garter belt and stockings suspended in mid-air, with two long opera gloves above them.

Iris got off the sofa and walked over to Paul. “Undo me, would you?”

For a moment Paul didn’t quite know what she meant. Then he got it and unbuttoned the clasps on the garter belt holding the black stockings up. He ran his hands over the stockings. He could feel the legs inside them, yet the stockings seemed to be, well, floating.

The garter belt slipped down and fell to the floor, and was quickly followed by the panties. Iris stood before Paul, naked yet unseeable. She had seemingly been reduced to a pair of stockings and gloves. It was one of the most erotic things Paul had ever seen … or rather, not seen.

By now Iris had returned to the sofa. She laid back on it and first one, then the other, of the stockings unpeeled themselves before being discarded.

“Well, now, look at me,” Iris’ voice said. “Just a pair of gloves.” They floated over to Paul and began to stroke his chin. “Just a pair of gloves, Paul. That’s all you can see of me. And if I was to take them off, why, I’d be completely gone.”

Paul gave a strangled croak of agreement.

“I’d simply vanish into thin air. Well, I’d better not do that now, should I?” But one of the gloves began to crumple up in the air before falling to the floor. The other glove floated back to Paul and took hold of his tie, pulling his face forward.

“Oops! Look what I did. I’m a little bit more naked. Just barely here now.” And invisible lips met Paul’s. He opened his mouth and two tongues met, only one of them visible. Almost involuntarily, Paul closed his eyes for a second. Just a second. But when he opened them, the other glove was falling to the floor.

“I guess you missed it,” the voice teased. “I’m gone, all gone.”

There was silence in the room. “Uh, Iris?” Paul managed to get out. “Where are you?”

“Why, who said I’m anywhere at all?” Iris’ voice whispered close to his left ear, making him jump. “I could have just evaporated into thin air. In fact, I think I did. I can feel myself vanishing forever …”

“Iris?” Paul began to panic.

“Or maybe I’m still here after all,” Iris whispered next to his right ear. And suddenly something was caressing Paul, a hand slipping between the buttons of his shirt.

Paul put out his hand and met something. Something that felt like a breast. He gave it a little squeeze and heard a sigh. Then suddenly it was gone and there was silence again.

And Paul realised that he had no way of knowing where Iris was. She was naked, she was invisible, she could be anywhere.

The thought was powerfully erotic.

“Turn off the light, Paul,” Iris’ voice said.

“Why?”

“Let’s play a game.”

“What kind of game?”

“Let’s call it hide and seek.”

And Paul grinned. He strode over to the light switch and flicked it off. There was still plenty of light from the windows, but it did make them somewhat more equal.

“Here I come!” he called. “Don’t move!”

“I’m afraid I can’t promise anything.”

He moved in the direction of the voice and grabbed at the air. Air was all he got, though.

“Aw, so close!” the voice whispered in his ear. He lunged again, with the same result.

The game went on for quite a while, Iris teasing Paul whenever he got near, then seemingly slipping away again. The game ended when both began giggling, making Iris rather easy to catch. They fell laughing on the floor.

“Got you!” Paul laughed. He felt Iris’ body in his arms. Then she kissed him deeply, and he responded in kind.

“I think we’d be more comfortable somewhere else,” Iris said.

“Lead on.”

And she did, tugging on his tie and pulling him along.

To the bedroom.

As Paul stood at the door, the sheet on the bed curled away, then took on the shape of a female body.

“Come join me.”

“Uh, I can’t see you …”

“Well, let’s change that a little.”

And from who knows where, the long gloves appeared, one by one filling out until they were once again floating in the air.

Paul undid his tie, and grinned.

“I could use a hand.”

“I’m two of them.”

“I noticed.”

“Hard not to, isn’t it?”

And another kiss.

It was, Iris thought, going to be another long - and enjoyable - night.