Chapter Two

Tom returned home from school at 3:45 as he did every day. Also as he always did, he quickly went into his bedroom upstairs and turned on his radio. "But it's alright, it's OK, we'll live to see another day..." he heard, as he had about 2000 times over the past three months. He then plopped onto his bed where he lay for about five minutes and meditated. Then he decided to get up to water his ivy plant. Tom loved this plant! He'd purchased it at the 8th grade track meet at City School for Boys, his old elementary school. Though he'd hated this school, he loved his purchase. The ivy had towered over the past three years! When he'd purchased it, it was a mere shrub about six inches high - now it was a miniature tree, about three feet above the soil and dwarfing the mere 6-inch pot it sat in. On the pot was displayed a round blue City Cubs sticker, with a picture of the City Cub, a somewhat ferocious but still cute bear cub, the school mascot.

Tom walked into the bathroom across from his room and filled a glass with a cup of water, which he fed to his plant every afternoon. He then returned to his room to water the plant. After he'd poured about half of the water into the soil, he was startled by a female voice coming from a few feet behind him!

"Hello Tom!" he heard the voice say.

Quite startled, Tom dropped the glass of water, which spilled onto his desk, wetting most of the loose papers which sat on it. Ordinarily Tom would've rushed back to the bathroom with a damp sponge to sop up the mess and salvage what he could of his wet documents, but under the circumstances, he was far too flabbergasted. He merely turned around quickly to face where he heard the voice coming from, and asked very curiously and somewhat frightened, "Who said that???"

"I did! Please don't be frightened, I'm here to help you!" he heard the voice respond. Though still fearful, he was somewhat calmed by her beautiful voice and reassuring tone.

"Who ... or ... WHAT ... are you??", Tom asked uneasily.

"I'm your dreamgirl!" she replied.

"You're my WHAT??"

"I'm your dreamgirl!"

"But where are you? I can't see you!"

"That's because I'm invisible! Isn't that what you wanted?"

Tom knew she was right, this was EXACTLY what he wanted, but how did she know that? And more importantly, how was this possible??

"But this is impossible!" Tom exclaimed. "I know I've been fantasizing about an invisible woman for the past several years, but that was just a FANTASY, it wasn't REAL!"

"I'm as real as you want me to be, Tom!" she responded. "Besides, impossible things are happening every day!"

"Where have I heard that before?"

"That's not important. What matters is that I'm here for you now, and right now, you need me!" As she said this, Tom became doubly amazed as he watched an impression forming on his bedspread, right before his eyes!

"How did you DO that??", Tom asked incredulously.

"Do what? All I did was sit down on your bed!"

"But I saw it ... MOVE! By ITSELF!"

The voice then laughed a bit at Tom's surprise. "That's because I'm invisible Tom! I'm real - you just can't SEE me! But I'm still completely here, in the flesh! Care to touch me to see for yourself?"

Tom was still quite overwhelmed. "Just give me a minute to come to my senses, okay?" Tom continued to stare at the indentation in his bed in disbelief. After a few seconds, he felt very faint.

"I think I'm gonna pass out!" he said

"Why don't you lie down for a bit then?" the voice responded.

"I think I'd feel better if you got up first, do you mind?"

"Not at all!" the voice responded as the bed restored itself to its original shape. Tom was still quite uneasy, but he reluctantly plopped onto his bed, realizing that otherwise he'd quickly fall to the floor. Tom then blacked out for what must have been five or ten minutes. When he regained his senses, he wondered whether what had just seemed to happen had really happened. After a minute

or two, he started laughing to himself. Finally he uttered, "I must be cracking up! I can't handle the pressure of school and life in general, so I must be losing my mind! That's gotta be it!"

"No you're NOT, Tom - I'm REALLY here!" he heard the voice respond from next to him.

"Oh no, this CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!!", Tom responded, almost despondently.

"Don't be so loud, Tom! You don't want Ella to get worried, do you?" Ella was Tom's parents' housekeeper, who worked from 11 to 5 every weekday cleaning the house and doing the family laundry.

"How do you know about Ella?" Tom asked, still flabbergasted.

"I know everything you know, Tom - I'm part of you!"

"But you're NOT! You're a real, walking talking invisible woman!"

"Well that's true Tom, but that's what you want, isn't it?"

"And how do you know THAT??"

"I told you Tom - I know everything you do! I know all about your drawings of invisible women, for instance. They're not bad, but I think you'll enjoy me a lot better!"

"How do you know about my drawings??? NOBODY knows about them, not even my family! At least I hope to God they don't!"

"Don't worry Tom - I'm the only one who knows about them, and I promise I won't tell anyone. I don't know why you're so embarrassed by them though, I think they're great! That's not to say that they couldn't use a little work!"

Tom was slowly becoming more used to this entity's strange existence and was even beginning to welcome her. After a minute or two, Tom finally said, "I'm sorry if I've been so frightened by you, but you know this is a totally bizarre experience for me!"

"Don't worry hon, I expected that much!" she replied. "I know it's not every day that you meet a real invisible woman in the flesh, especially one that came from your own imagination! I can accept the fact that it'll take some time for you to adjust to that, but I'm patient."

"That's good", Tom responded.

After a few minutes of meditation on his bed, the female voice said, "You look like you could use some company. Mind if I lie down next to you?"

As she said this, Tom's uneasiness grew again. He definitely wanted this, perhaps more than anything else in the world, but he was still quite fearful. "Give me a minute, please!" he responded.

"I understand", the voice responded. "I'll just stay here until you're ready!"

"Okay, that sounds good."

As Tom continued lying on his bed, he heard the voice quietly humming a sweet tune as it walked around the room. After a minute or two, Tom's curiosity began to get the better of him and he soon sat up to watch her as she paced. He soon noticed small indentations forming on his carpet, following the voice. He believed he could see two sets of nearby indentations at a time forming, one roughly circular, about two inches in diameter and about four inches in back of those a much sharper and deeper indentation. Tom quickly realized she must be wearing spiked heels! His excitement grew as he watched them pacing around the floor.

"Are you wearing heels?" he asked her.

"Yes I am! You like heels, don't you?"

"I sure do!" Tom responded excitedly. "But you probably knew that, didn't you?"

"Of course I do, hon!" the voice responded. "I know everything about you, remember? Besides, I've noticed you put heels on all the women in your drawings!"

"That's true!" Tom responded. He then noticed the indentations move towards his desk and the drawer opening itself. Several pages of paper then removed themselves from the drawer and rose to about five feet above the floor where the indentations still stood. The pages folded themselves back a bit and every few seconds the front one removed itself from the pile and moved itself to the back. "These are quite nice, you know!" the voice said. "Mind if I make one?"

Tom was very surprised but also curious. "You can DRAW?" he asked.

"Of course, dear! I think I'm pretty good too! Want to see what I look like?"

Tom was very excited, but still rather puzzled. "What do you mean, 'what you look like'? You're invisible, aren't you?"

The voice giggled a bit, "Of course I am, dear! I just meant what I'd look like if you could see me! I can make myself visible, you know, and I will in time, when you're ready to see me!"

"What do you mean, 'when I'm ready to see you?' Why can't I see you now??"

"Well I could make myself visible to you now, but I don't think you'd be prepared for how beautiful I am!" she said. "If you could see me, I'd be by far the most beautiful woman you've ever seen in your life, and quite frankly, I don't think you could handle that right now!"

"Really??", Tom asked quite curiously.

"Yes, dear!" she responded. "When you're ready, if all goes well, you'll get a chance to see me, but by then, hopefully you won't have to!"

"What do you mean by that, hon?"

"I'm not here to be your fantasy girl for life! I'm just here to help you make an important transition."

"And exactly what transition is that??" Tom asked

"The transition to manhood!" she responded

"Oh yeah, that!" Tom responded. "That's been a difficult one for me, you know!"

"Yes I know!" the voice responded, "That's why you need my help!"

"Well I really do appreciate your help, hon, and I hope it works! But I'd still like to see you, you know!"

"Yes I know, Tom. But you also enjoy not seeing me, don't you dear?"

"Of course I do!" Tom responded.

"Good!" the voice said. "Are you ready for me to lie down next to you now?"

"I think so", Tom said.

"Great!" the voice exclaimed, "That's Step 1 on the road to manhood!" Tom then watched as a large indentation formed next to him on his bed. He even felt part of it rubbing against his hip. Tom became more excited by this sensation. "I can FEEL you!" he exclaimed.

"Of course you can, dear! Care to hold me in your arms?"

"Gee, I don't know if I'm quite ready for that yet!" Tom responded, somewhat fearful but nevertheless very excited.

"Well you want to be a man, don't you? Please take me in your arms, Tom!"

"Okay, if you insist!" Tom then bashfully reached his arm under the indentation in his bed. He felt her warm body adjust itself and gently lean against it. As it did, he also noticed an indentation forming on his pillow next to him. Still startled by all this, Tom was now far too excited to remain fearful.

"I love that!" Tom said.

"What?" the voice asked

"You know, seeing the indentation forming in my pillow!"

"Oh yeah, that - I know!" she responded. "I've seen it in many of your drawings."

"I'm sure you have, hon - it's one of my biggest fantasies pertaining to invisible women! It's so great that you know exactly what turns me on!"

"Yes I do, Tom", she responed, "but let's take this one step at a time, okay?"

"Fair enough!" Tom replied.

"For now, all I want you to do is hold me for awhile, okay?"

"That's just fine with me!" Tom said.

Tom held his fantasy in his arms for another hour or two. He even fell asleep for a few minutes, as did she, or at least as far as Tom could tell, she had. Finally, at about 6PM, Tom was awoken by the sound of his parents returning home from work.

TO BE CONTINUED