By Prender

TF (invisibility)

It was mid-morning but the room was as dark as night, thanks to the rain that was pouring down outside. Not the day for going out, to say the least. Which meant, Iris thought, it was a perfect day for having some fun.

And by fun, she meant vanishing.

Iris had discovered invisibility serums a few years back, and had been completely captivated. Taking a potion, then watching her body growing paler and paler before dissipating into nothingness … well, there was nothing like it. She had a friend who liked to shrink, teasing her men with her helplessness, and another who got off on turning her body into chocolate, allowing her lovers to nibble away at her. They both claimed they knew the ultimate high.

Not for Iris. Not when she could become invisible.

“Well, if I’m going to have fun, I’m going to do it right,” she said, getting up from her sofa. She made a quick trip to her bedroom, retrieving her video camera, before riffling through her closet. Ah! There they were. Exactly what she needed …

A little bit of setting up and a lot of polishing later, Iris was admiring herself in her full-length mirror. She was clad in skin-tight shiny black latex leggings, a black latex bra, and a black leather motorcycle jacket. Her feet were clad in black pixie boots.

“God, I look amazing,” she smiled to herself. She flexed her legs, admiring the way they shone, reflecting the light from the lamp she’d turned on. She turned her back to the mirror and strutted a little, admiring the way the leggings cupped her ass cheeks.

“Yes, I look amazing, but I’m going to look even more amazing … or rather, not looking at all!” She laughed, then turned to her video camera, standing on its tripod. She checked her framing, then clicked it on. Facing the camera, she grinned.

“Well, hello, world! It’s Iris here on a wet afternoon, just hanging out in my apartment, having some fun … and I think we all know what that means, don’t we?” From the pocket of her jacket she produced a small vial.

“Invisibility serum. My favourite! Now, please keep your eyes on the lady, because you’re about to see something that will blow your socks off.” She popped the top of the vial, then struck a dramatic pose, one leg thrust forward, her head back with her long hair cascading over her shoulders, as she brought the serum to her lips.

Ah, the familiar tingle that told her the serum was working and her body was about to change. She dropped the empty vial to the floor, not caring where it rolled away to. “Now you see me … now you don’t!”

With a grin she slipped out of her jacket, letting it also fall to the floor. As usual, her limbs vanished fastest, and she was already armless. She adopted a puzzled look. “Why, where did my hands go? I could have sworn they were here a minute ago!”

Her midriff was also becoming more and more transparent before her belly button faded into the air. Iris grinned at the sight of her body, now a pair of slick black tights (had her legs gone too? Probably), a bra floating above them, but still with boobs and shoulders and head … although now she thought about it, her hair was fast vanishing too, leaving her face looking oddly pruned.

“Oh! There go my boobs …” The two orbs slowly disappeared, although that didn’t seem to make much difference to the shiny bra, which continued to look amply filled.

Iris loved it when her face was the last thing to vanish. It didn’t always happen that way — invisibility serums seemed to have a mind of their own (she thought back for a second to a time she was a pair of legs and a butt walking around slowly fading after the rest of her had vanished in seconds). But this time she could see her cheeks and forehead grow paler until they simply weren’t there. Her nose was also gone, leaving her lips and eyes floating by themselves until first her mouth, then her left eye, and finally her right eye fizzled out into thin air.

And now she was invisible. Really invisible. A thrill ran through Iris. How many times had she done this? Dozens, hundreds? And yet it still turned her on like nothing else.

“Did you see me?” she pouted into the camera. “I told you to keep a close eye on me, didn’t I? I hope you enjoyed every second of my vanishing, because I sure did. Hell, I know you can’t see me now!

“Oh, I just feel so naughty now. And I think it’s time to get even more invisible. How, you ask? Just watch!”

And the bra, which was floating in the air, tightened for a second before floating away, then being tossed casually aside.

“So I guess I’m just a pair of tights now. But keep watching …” First one boot was kicked off, then another. Iris’ pants turned around to the camera, and her ass was thrust into the lens. Then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the leggings, and slowly all evidence of her ass vanished as she slid them down over the cheeks. She kept going, sliding the tights out of one leg, then the other.

“Oops!” she said to the camera as the leggings were crumpled up into a ball and threw themselves at a chair. “I forgot, now you can’t see me at all, can you? My naked body is invisible, after all. I mean, I could be anywhere! Why, I could have simply turned into air … maybe I should put some clothes on so you know where I am. Shiny silk stockings on my legs, perhaps? Imagine a pair of stockings walking around on their own. Or maybe a little French maid outfit? I could be your perfect invisible servant! Or maybe a pair of sunglasses … and yes, I could wrap my body up in bandages in classic style … imagine how much fun you’d have unravelling me!”

Iris had been wandering around the room, picking up objects and making them float for a few seconds, grinning at the thought of what this video would look like. She’d seen a few invisible lady clips on YouTube of women doing much the same as she was doing now, fading away and then stripping. She enjoyed them, but she didn’t think she’d post one. Maybe she’d send it to Paul, a rich businessman who had a thing for invisible girls, who had been a client but had rapidly become a lover … and maybe something more?

That reminded her, he’d called late last night but she’d been too tired to pick up his call. She wandered over to the answering machine and pressed the flashing light. A familiar voice came through the speaker.

“Hello Iris, it’s Paul. I’m going to be in town next week and I wondered if we could catch up? Peter Grimes is on at the opera. Don’t know if you like Britten, but it’s a favourite of mine. There’d be dinner as well, of course, and maybe we could go shopping at Tiffany’s? Anyway, I’d love to see you … and, uh, not see you too, if you know what I mean.”

Oh, she knew what he meant, all right. She loved to tease him. “Iris? Who’s this Iris?” she said to the empty room. “Why, I don’t know who you could be speaking about. After all, there’s nobody here … and I should know … I’m nothing!” Yes, she would definitely send this video to Paul as a little treat …

Oh! The video! She wandered back to the camera (although it couldn’t see her, of course). “I forgot, you can’t see me, can you? Perhaps you’re doubting I’m here at all … well, let’s see if I can make an impression for you! And yes, I mean for you, not on you!”

Iris flicked off the camera and carried it into the bedroom. She knew exactly what to do.

Her bed was large, and covered in dark blue silk sheets, which were tightly tucked in. Perfect. She took a moment to loosen the top sheet at the bottom, then set up her camera in a position on top of her wardrobe, high but angled down to take in all the bed except the end.

With the camera rolling, she announced: “Well, I guess you can hear me, but I know you can’t see me. Which is a shame. I look so good, after all. I keep myself in pretty good trim. Oh, but let me think … maybe there’s a way you can see me after all!”

Giggling, she went to the loose top sheet and crawled under it. She inched her way up the bed, knowing that the way the camera was angled, it was as if an amorphous shape was slowly rising under the sheet. The further up she got, the more the shape appeared to take on the form of a woman … a lithe but well-built woman.

She waggled her ass at the camera, then rolled over, the sheet stretched tightly over her breasts. She arched her back, emphasising her boobs and her nipples, which were as hard as thumbs.

Slowly she drew her legs up to emphasise her shapely form. “Like what you see? I know I do! Oh, this is so amazing. I’m getting quite turned on, just imagining what I look like as the imprint on a sheet … I think you’ll have to excuse me a minute …”

Her hands were already straying down between her thighs, and she closed her eyes, picturing herself and the way arms must look under the sheet. The camera kept recording, and she wondered for a second if she should turn it off before dismissing it. She wasn’t going to stop, and anyway, she was sure Paul would like to see this. Hell, she’d like to see it herself.

*

Iris lay limp in the bed, purring with contentment. God, that had been intense. She wasn’t joking about how turned on being invisible made her. “I have become one with the bed,” she announced. She glanced at the ashtray on her bedside table, considering a post-orgasm cigarette. But no, she decided, she had better head for the bathroom. Or better still …

“Sorry, folks, I think it’s vanishing time again,” she announced to the room. Rather than disturbing the bed, she simply pulled herself out of the top of the sheet, allowing the imprint of her on the bed to  dissolve. Then she retrieved her camera, flicking it off.

In the bathroom, she was amused to discover she’d sweated so much from her bedroom activity that she could see in the mirror something like a female-shaped bubble. Which was fitting, because bubbles were definitely on her mind.

Iris went to the jacuzzi on the corner of her big bathroom, switching it on and filling it with bubble bath. The jets did their work and the bubbles foamed wildly. Setting up the camera again, this time on the vanity, she pointed it at the jacuzzi.

“Okay, I think it’s time to relax a little,” she told the camera. Turning off the jacuzzi jets, she stepped into the foam. She slid down into the bubbles. Ah, this was the life. She covered her breasts with the bubble bath, then began to giggle when she realised the bubbles were covering her hair.

She knelt in the jacuzzi, now a pile of bubbles shaped like a woman. She waved regally at the camera. “I have now become one with the bubble bath! I am the bubble bath queen and this is my kingdom!” she announced from the hole in the bubbles where her face went, then laughed happily.

Iris lay back and took a good long soak. It had been too long since she’d had the opportunity. Over time the bubbles began to vanish and there was less and less of her to see, until she was simply a pair of legs, covered in the thin film left from the foam. If she looked hard she could see the shape of her bottom in the water, as if she was made of thin glass.

Totally relaxed, she stepped out of the tub, picking up a big fluffy towel. She looked at the outline of her wet body in the mirror. “Oh, I can see myself! Well, I can deal with that …” And with the towel, she proceeded to wipe herself away into nothing.

It wasn’t even five in the afternoon, but between her little exercise in bed and the soak, she could feel a nap coming on. Moving to the vanity to pick up the camera, she saw a lipstick sitting near the basin and had an inspiration.

Putting lipstick on invisible lips wasn’t the easiest thing she’d ever done, but Iris thought she’d done a pretty good job. Her two lips, outlined in blood red, hung in the air. She laughed happily at the sight, then returned to her bedroom.

This time she didn’t bother trying to keep the sheets tight. She simply set down the camera on her bedside table aimed at the pillows, turned it on, then pulled down the top sheet and climbed into bed.

“Well, I think it’s time to say goodbye. This invisible lady is a little tired out,” she told the lens before smacking a kiss. “I probably won’t be invisible for too long now, the serum will probably wear off shortly. But don’t worry, there’s no way I’m staying visible forever.

“Oh, hear that? The rain is still coming down strong. But that’s okay. It’s kind of nice to fall asleep to. Ah, good old invisibility serum. Who says you can’t have fun on a rainy afternoon?”

She reached out, flicked the camera off, and drifted off to sleep.