If anyone else but his fantasy girl had been home, they would have been able to hear Tom singing in the shower from anywhere in the house, even from downstairs! Tom was truly in heaven – in fact, he could never recall any time in his life in which he’d been so happy. But he didn’t stay in the shower too long, for he was quite eager to watch the rest of her fashion show! Besides, it was already 9PM, so he figured his folks or sister would be returning any minute now. He had to return to his sweetheart as soon as possible. But he also remembered how she’d asked him to change into his gray suit, and he wasn’t about to let her down. Though Tom never enjoyed dressing up, for his new dreamgirl, he’d wear anything!

Tom ended up taking his usual 5-minute shower, then he rushed out the shower, dried off in about 30 seconds, then rushed into his room and changed into a white dress shirt, a red and blue striped tie, and his gray suit in about 5 minutes, a personal record! He still made sure he looked immaculate though, blow-drying and combing his hair back and shaving again, though he’d already shaved that morning. A mere 10 minutes after he’d left his parents’ bedroom, he returned and waited for his sweetheart to join him. He turned the TV back on and sat on the bed, anxiously waiting. Finally, after about five minutes, he decided he couldn’t handle the suspense anymore, so he knocked on his parents’ bathroom door.

"You still in there honey?" he asked.

"I’ll be out in a second dear. You can come on in if you like – the door is open!"

Tom enthusiastically opened the bathroom door to find his dreamgirl enjoying a delightful bubble bath. He was in awe of the sight of the bath filled with steamy water and a thick coat of bubbles, but the main thing that got his attention was the large void in the middle of the tub in the shape of his sweetheart’s irresistible body. He also noticed her legs and the back of her head outlined with suds from the bath. A wet washcloth floated back and forth over her legs and breasts, which became slightly visible as the water from the cloth covered them. It was a slightly eerie but nevertheless spectacular sight! Tom wished he hadn’t changed so quickly – how he would have loved to join her in the bath! But he was still grinning from ear to ear at her as he watched her bathe.

"Having a nice bath, hon?" he asked.

"Yes dear, very nice – thank you!"

"I wish I could join you!"

"I know dear, perhaps next time you can."

"I can’t wait! But I’m afraid my family will be returning shortly, so could you please resume your show?"

"Yes Tom". The large hole in the tub then quickly receded until it took the shape of two much smaller ones, as his sweetheart stood up, still outlined with water and suds. The holes then quickly disappeared as she walked out of the tub, her movement now clearly marked by the water and suds on her. A towel then floated up to cover her, revealing the entire shape of her voluptuous form. It rubbed itself up and down her body, drying it off until it was completely invisible again. Finally, once only the floating damp towel could be seen, it flattened itself in midair, then folded itself in half and hung itself up to dry. Tom then noticed the footprints walking along the carpet back to his parents’ dresser, which proceeded to open itself once again. Another container of L’eggs Sheer Energy Pantyhose then opened itself and the nylons inside floated out. This time Tom sat up on the bed to watch the nylons inflate themselves again. As they did, this time he could see her legs inside as the hose pulled themselves over them. It was quite a sight to behold!

"You look very nice Tom! I think your Mom’s black dress should go very nicely with that suit! By the way, did you bring my invisible clothes, like I asked?"

"Oh, sorry about that hon – I forgot! I’ll go get them now, OK?"

"OK dear. While you’re at it, you might want to bring your camera too!"

"You mean you’ll let me take your picture?"

"Only if you promise not to show them to anyone else!"

"OK, that’s fair enough hon – I’ll be right back!"

Tom went back into his bedroom while his sweetheart changed into his mother’s dress. He entered his closet to look for the invisible dress and heels she’d left there. Right next to the spot where he’d removed his suit, he found a sole hanger with no clothes on it. He was surprised he’d forgotten to look for this while he was changing, but he’d been so rushed with excitement that it had slipped his mind. He placed his hand under the hanger and indeed felt the soft fabric of her invisible gown brushing against his skin. Curiously, he felt the features of the garment and tried to guess what it would look like if he could see it. It seemed like a very nice outfit! With his right hand, he held the hanger up to his shoulder to try to gauge the length. Doing his best to hold his right hand in place, he stooped down to feel for the bottom with his left hand. The dress was clearly floor-length, since it didn’t seem to stop above the floor. It also seemed to have a long slit in front, which rose nearly to his waist level. Tom figured this was a very beautiful dress! He wondered what it would look like on his sweetheart if he could see it.

"What’s taking you so long dear?" she asked from his parents’ bedroom.

"I’ll be right there hon!"

Tom then looked quickly for her shoes. He reached up into his closet and felt around the empty space next to his games until he finally felt them. He then pulled them out quickly, though he wished he’d had more time to examine them. Excitedly, he returned to the bedroom to rejoin his sweetheart, now wearing his Mom’s black dress. What a sight she was! Overwhelmed with excitement, Tom dropped her clothes onto the floor as he gazed at his mother’s gown, inflated with his sweetheart’s irresistible form, her stocking toes just barely showing beneath the bottom of the garment.

"How do I look dear?" she asked.

"In one word, incredible!" Tom exclaimed.

"Could you please pick up my dress from the floor?"

"Of course hon! Sorry about that, I guess I just lost control when I saw you!"

"I know – don’t worry about it! Just pick it up and place it on the bed next to the other outfits, okay?"

"OK" Tom did as she asked, stretching out the invisible dress as well as he could and placing it down neatly next to the others.

"Could you also hand me my heels, dear?"

"Sure hon!" Tom felt for them on the floor where he dropped them. After a few seconds, he found them, picked them up, and handed them to the black dress, who’d sat herself on the bed. "May I do the honors, dear?"

"Of course Tom!" her voice giggled. Still on the floor, Tom then crawled up to her feet, now completely covered by the bottom of the gown. He then lifted the base of the gown a few inches, revealing his sweetheart’s beautiful stocking feet. She then crossed her right leg over her left until it was a few inches below the floor, allowing Tom to easily slip her shoe onto her foot. "You sure you’re putting on the right shoe, dear?" she asked.

"Gee, I forgot to check!" Tom then felt the toe of the shoe he held to make sure it was pointed correctly. Luckily it was, so he continued to slip it onto her foot. Once her toes were inside, he gently placed his left hand around her silken calf and pushed the heel back with his right hand until it was firmly in place. Her stocking foot now assumed an irresistible shape, which he’d used in many of his drawings. Tom loved the sight of invisible high heels on women’s stocking feet – almost as much as the sight of a clothed invisible woman, and now he had the chance to look at both! Once the right shoe was on, the foot planted itself on the floor and the left leg crossed over it. Tom noticed the sharp indentation of the heel of her invisible shoe in back of her foot as it touched the floor. Tom then placed her left shoe on her left stocking foot, which was now holding itself up for him. Once again, he was awed by the sight of the foot with the invisible shoe in place.

"Thank you dear, you’re so sweet!" the voice said.

"Believe me hon, it was my pleasure!" Tom responded.

"Want to see me finish getting dressed now?"

"What do you mean finish? It looks to me like you’re already dressed!"

"Not quite dear! I still need to put on some jewelry and makeup!"

Tom was once again beside himself. "I can’t wait to see this hon!"

"Just sit back on the bed and watch me, okay?"

"You got it, sweetheart!"

The black dress then rose up to remove some jewelry from his Mom’s drawer. The drawer opened itself right next to the dress sleeve which reached out for it, a few inches in back. Then a long gold stranded necklace and a matching pair of gold earrings removed themselves from the drawer, followed closely by the sleeves. The necklace then lifted itself about a foot over the top of the dress and slowly came down until it lined itself up with the neckline. The bottom of the necklace then straightened itself beneath the cleavage in the front of the neckline. Next, his mother’s clip-on earrings rose and fastened themselves onto invisible earlobes, one at a time.

With her jewelry on, it was now time for the makeup to go on. The dress and jewelry walked over to a small dresser with a vanity mirror, lined with makeup and perfume. A container of lipstick rose from the desk and applied itself to his sweetheart’s unseen lips, which gradually became visible as it applied itself. The top then replaced itself and the lipstick floated back into the drawer. Next, an eye-liner removed itself from the drawer and applied mascara to a pair of unseen eyes, one at a time. Tom continued to gaze in excitement at this spectacle. Finally, with all her makeup in place, she said, "I’m ready dear! How do I look?" the floating lipstick now following the sound of her voice.

"Once again, incredible!" Tom responded.

"Want to take my picture?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot my camera! Hang on a sec, hon!" Tom then rushed back into his room to get his camera, a Rolleiflex his parents had given him a couple years ago. He rarely used it, except when on vacation, but now he had a prime opportunity to use it at home! Luckily, it was loaded with a nearly-unused roll of 36 pictures. Yielding his camera around his neck, he then resumed to his sweetheart, who now posed on the balcony of the spiral staircase just outside his parents’ bedroom.

"You really look fantastic!" Tom exclaimed. "I hope these pictures do justice to you – I’ll treasure them for the rest of my life!"

"I’m sure you will Tom!" the voice responded, followed once again by her lipstick.

Tom held the camera sideways and took three pictures of his sweetheart, who varied her pose slightly for each one. In the first picture she was standing upright, her stocking toes barely visible on the floor, grazed by the bottom of the dress. For the other two pictures, she lifted her left foot slightly, allowing it to be clearly seen up to the heel. Tom even noticed the back of the bottom of her dress being pushed back slightly by the back of the invisible heel of her shoe. If these pictures came out, Tom was sure they’d be exactly what he’d tried so hard to illustrate with his imagination for the past several years! This was one roll of pictures he’d clearly treasure and guard with his life!

"How about seeing me in some other nice outfits now?"

"You got it, babe!"

The black dress then walked back into the bedroom and removed itself, leaving only the jewelry, makeup, and pointed-toed stocking-clad legs visible. The dress then placed itself neatly onto the hanger from which it had come, and the hanger returned itself to the closet, along with the jewelry, makeup, and legs, which followed it. Now the next dress tried itself on – a relatively simply red getup with a mid-length skirt. Once in place, her shins were clearly visible beneath it.

"How do you like this one dear?"

"Very nice hon, but I think I liked the first one better."

"Well this is more of a simple outfit, but it might be nice for going out dancing, don’t you think?"

Tom was naturally puzzled by this remark.

"You’re not thinking of going out, are you hon?"

"Why not dear? You don’t want me locked up in your folks house, do you?"

"But you can’t go out!"

"Why not?"

"You’re invisible! Want to start the ’78 San Francisco Riot?"

"Of course not dear! Other people can see me, only you can’t!"

"What??"

"That’s right! I didn’t want to tell you that earlier, because I thought it might bother you."

"Well it still does! I don’t know if I can get used to being the only person who can’t see you!"

"Don’t worry dear, you’ll be able to in time. Remember what I told you this afternoon? If you could see me, I’d be too beautiful for you! But that’s only to you! To most other people, I’m still quite beautiful, but only moderately so. You know what they say, ‘Beauty is in the eye of the beholder’? Well they’re right! I’m your fantasy Tom – that’s why you can’t see me."

"Gee, this is weird!"

"Don’t worry Tom, you’ll get used to it."

"If you say so, hon!"

"Wanna take some more pictures of me?"

"Sure!" Tom resumed his picture-taking as his sweetheart posed in each of the remaining outfits. By the time she’d worn the last of his Mom’s dresses, Tom had just finished the roll. Tom now began to wonder how the pictures would turn out. Would she still be invisible in them?

"What about the pictures hon? Will I be able to see you in them?"

"No you won’t Tom, and no one else will either."

"Well that’s a relief!"

"But remember, you can’t show them to anyone!"

"And what if I do?"

"Well for starters, I’ll be really upset!"

"Don’t worry hon – I certainly don’t want to make you upset! But will other people be able to see you in them?"

"No they won’t, Tom! That’s why I don’t want you to show them to anyone – they’ll get suspicious!"

"OK hon, that’s fair enough!"

"Glad we see eye to eye!" she said, her lipstick now grinning back at him.

A second later, Tom and his sweetheart were startled by the sound of the front door opening.

"Hello?" a high-pitched voice yelled up the stairs. It was his sister Margaret, who’d just returned home.

TO BE CONTINUED