Tom was quite surprised to see his dreamgirl wearing the same outfit his Mom had been wearing earlier, before going out. Admittedly it wasn’t the most attractive outfit – a midlength denim skirt, a plain red wool sweater with a white blouse underneath, a pair of suntan pantyhose and a pair of thick white sandals with canvas straps, but Tom was amazed by the sight of these clothes holding the shape of a beautiful body but no one inside! Tom had never been moved by this outfit on his mother, nor by practically any of her outfits – his Mom made no more effort to appear attractive at home than she did to cook a decent meal – but on his fantasy girl, the outfit looked, quite simply, spectacular! Tom couldn’t decide whether he was more excited by the sight of the clothes seeming to wear themselves or by the irresistable curves of the invisible body inside them. He could only guess at how he’d react if she wore a really attractive outfit!

"You look fantastic!" Tom exclaimed. "I could never imagine anyone looking nice in that outfit, but I was obviously mistaken, hon!"

"I know, sweetie! I thought I’d start off with something simple – hope you don’t mind!"

"Not at all, hon! I’d still love to see you in a really nice outfit though!"

"I know dear, and you will!" The clothes then sat themselves upright alongside the bed. Now feeling much more comfortable around his fantasy, Tom took a seat next to the empty clothes and placed his arm around her without hesitation.

"That’s nice, Tom. You’re definitely making progress!"

"Glad you think so, hon!" he responded.

"I like how you handled yourself at dinner! Your Mom can be such a pest sometimes!"

Tom agreed fullheartedly, but he was still rather surprised. "How did you know that hon? I thought you were upstairs the whole time!"

"I’m part of you Tom, so I’m always with you in spirit, if not in form."

"Wow! That’s gonna take some getting used to! Well in any case, I’m glad you thought I handled it okay."

"Yes I did, Tom, especially how you described me to her. You were right on the ball! Not bad, considering you haven’t seen me yet! And I’m flattered, by the way!"

"Really? It must have been a lucky guess, hon!"

"Not really Tom. After all, you know better than anyone else what turns you on, and I’m just an embodiment of that! I can make myself look however I like, but right now, I choose to look exactly how you want me to."

"Really? You mean you can make yourself look like other women?"

"Not only other women, Tom, I can make myself look like pretty much anyone or anything! But don’t worry – I’m not planning on doing so anytime soon!"

"This is wild! Exactly what are you? Do you have any existence independent of me?"

"Actually I do Tom, but let’s not go into that now – I don’t want to frighten you. For now, my only role is to be your dreamgirl."

Tom was becoming a bit uneasy again. He wondered exactly who or WHAT this strange entity was, and where it came from. But his excitement won him over, so he dismissed his fears for the time being.

"Do you have a name?" Tom asked curiously.

"No I don’t Tom – you’ve never given me one!"

"Gee, I guess that’s true! I guess I better come up with one – it’d be a lot easier to call you something! Got any suggestions?"

"Not really, Tom. I’m your fantasy, so I’ll leave that up to you."

"That’s fair enough hon, but I’ll have to give it some thought."

"Don’t worry dear – I’m sure you’ll come up with a very nice name for me! But for now, let’s have some fun, okay?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"Well we’ve got the place to ourselves, you know! Why don’t we watch TV in your parents’ bedroom?"

"Sounds like a good idea!" Tom said excitedly. He then quickly rose from his bed and walked arm in arm with his fantasy across the hall to his parents’ bedroom. Upon entering the room, the empty clothes temporarily departed from his arms and sat themselves down on the foot of the bed, which faced the TV. Tom turned on the set and began flipping through the channels. Tom seldom watched TV, especially on weeknights, so he didn’t know what was on. Finally, he left it on Channel 7, on which Mork and Mindy was being shown.

"I like this show!" the voice said.

"Really hon? I’ve only seen it a couple times, but my sister Margaret seems to like it!"

"I know – she’s got good taste!"

"You think so hon? I always thought she watched a lot of crap myself!"

"Well taste is relative! You've never cared for shows in which people had special powers!"

"You’re right, hon, but after meeting you, I may quickly change my mind!"

"You need to open up your mind! Not everything in the world can be explained my science and simple logic, as you’d like it to be!"

"Apparently not hon, and you’re living proof of that! But I’ve always wanted the world to make sense to me."

"Believe me dear, some things in the world can never be explained! But isn’t it better that way? After all, if we could explain away everything by mathematical formulae and scientific theories, there wouldn’t be much room for surprise, would there?"

"You’re right hon! I never thought about that before!"

"Well you’ve never accepted anything based on faith, but I can understand that. You never had any reason to believe in anything other than what you could prove, because until now you had very little to believe in! Let’s face it Tom – you’ve lived a very drab existence, wouldn’t you say?"

"Definitely hon! But beneath my cloak of reason, I guess there’s always been a spiritualist inside me yearning to be freed!"

"You got that right, dear! And I believe I’ve helped you free him!"

"Yes you have, and I’m eternally grateful to you hon!"

Tom began to feel a kinship with his fantasy like he’d never felt before with anyone in his life. As he continued watching TV with her, he began stroking her back quite naturally.

"That’s nice, Tom" she said. "You can be very affectionate, you know! Would you like to kiss me?"

As she said this, Tom’s heartbeat began to race like mad. He definitely wanted to kiss her! In fact, he’d been wanting to do so ever since she’d first appeared in his room, though he was too shy to admit this to her.

"Yes I would, perhaps more than anything else in the world!" Tom responded, but he still hesitated.

"Well what are you waiting for Tom?" the voice responded. As she said this, Tom turned to face the empty space above the top of his mother’s sweater. He hesitantly moved his head closer, but not being able to see any lips, he wasn’t sure where to place his mouth. Finally, he felt a warm pair of lips pressing against his for a second or two and then slowly removing themselves.

"That was wonderful!" Tom remarked.

"That was nothing, dear! How’s this?" Tom then felt the lips pressing harder against his for several seconds. Then he felt a tongue inserting itself into his mouth for several more seconds. The tongue rolled itself around his a few times before receding into the invisible mouth from where it had arisen. Finally, the lips broke free from Tom’s again.

"WOW!!!" Tom exclaimed! "That was incredible!!! I didn’t even know that’s how people kissed!"

"That’s called French kissing, Tom! Most of your peers have done it, you know!"

"Well I’ve heard them talking about it from time to time, but I never really imagined trying it myself! But I’m glad you showed me, hon – I LOVE IT!!!"

"I knew you would, Tom!" the voice responded.

Feeling bolder, Tom decided to take the initiative this time. He now reached up with his hands to hold the back of her invisible head and pulled it towards his until her lips met his. Then he eagerly opened his mouth and forced hers open with his tongue. She then opened hers wide and Tom remained lip-locked with his invisible lover for several minutes. As he did, he began stroking her back. He began moving his right hand down along her denim skirt toward her transparent hose, but he was hesitant to go there. Finally, Tom removed his mouth from the unseen mouth which had contacted it.

"That was wonderful!" Tom exclaimed.

"Yes it was dear, but why did you stop?"

"I just got nervous."

"Well that won’t work with a real woman, Tom! You wanted to stroke my legs, didn’t you?"

"Yes I did, but I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to go there!"

"Don’t worry about me Tom – I want what you want!"

"Really?"

"Yes Tom! You worry way too much, you know that?"

"Yeah, I guess I do!"

"I KNOW you do, Tom, but I intend to correct that before I’m through with you!"

"I wish you would, hon!"

"I’ll do my best dear, but ultimately, it’s up to you! In any case, I think that’s enough for now. Want to see me try on some nicer clothes?"

As she said this, Tom became even more excited! "I wish you would, hon! I never really cared for that outfit, though I must say again you look incredible in it!"

"Well perhaps it’s time I put on a little fashion show for you! Just stay right there dear – I’ll be back soon!"

The clothes then walked into the bathroom and shut the door. A minute later, the door opened by itself.

"What did you do with my Mom’s clothes?" Tom asked.

"I put them back in the hamper. That’s where your mother put them before she changed." He then noticed footprints forming on the carpet, making their way toward his Mom’s closet.

TO BE CONTINUED