Disappearing Act: Part 1

Let's take a trip back down memory lane when I really started pushing the boundaries of what plots I chose for my stories. Here's the into, and I'll post the meat of the story tomorrow night.

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When I was thirteen years old, I discovered that I could disappear. Three days into being a teenager, I had a yelling match with my parents for the first time and stormed upstairs to my room. A few minutes later, when my dad presumably came upstairs to yell at me some more, he opened my door, looked right past me sitting on my bed to the open window, and ran back downstairs. I heard him telling my mom that I had run away… even though I had been in the room right in front of him. I nervously looked over to the mirror on my closet door and saw that my body had disappeared with my clothes floating in mid-air. Lifting my shirt, there was nothing. When I leaned back, my white shirt blended in with the pillow.

I slowly tried to get my breathing under control and not panic at whatever was happening. Slowly, my body appeared again, fading slowly back into view. I ran downstairs right before my dad was walking to the car, and he wrapped me in a bear hug as I lied and told them that I’d just been in the bathroom.

Over the next few years, I learned to control my powers. I stopped disappearing every time I got stressed, and I could actually use my powers to my advantage. The only problem was that my clothes never faded away with my body no matter how I tried. If I wanted to completely go invisible, then I had to take off my clothes completely.

At first, I only used my powers at home, but once I was confident that I had them under control, I finally used them at school one day. I had a big test right after lunch, and I wasn’t prepared. As the bell rang, I ran to the bathroom as everyone else left for the cafeteria. In a stall by myself, I stripped off my clothes and stuffed them into my backpack which I hid in the corner. I slowly opened the door and walked past the row of mirrors above the sinks and saw nothing. I peeked out of the door and walked into the empty hallway.

It felt terrifying and exhilarating to be completely naked at school. I could feel the air conditioning running over my exposed body, and my hands drifted down south before I focused again.

My teacher had left the door open, and I slipped inside and made a beeline for his desk. The answer key was right on top, and I quickly memorized as many of the answers as I could until he walked in. I froze, but my powers stayed, and he looked right through me. He sat down at his desk with his Tupperware full of lunch, and I stared as he pawed at his crotch as he adjusted his pants. I’d never really thought of my teacher as being attractive, but here now, as I stood one on one in front of him, I could see it. He was absentmindedly smiling to himself as he responded to a text and stirred his pasta.

I looked up at the clock and saw I needed to get back to my clothes. He’d left the door open, and I slid out and ran to the bathroom. Back inside, I squatted down to look under the stalls to guarantee that I was alone. And for some reason, I willed myself back to reality. I stood naked in front of the mirrors, looking at myself, even though anyone could have walked in. I just felt daring all of a sudden. Finally, I got dressed though and joined my friends halfway through lunch.

I did this trick a couple more times, but after another year, I graduated and moved away to college, and I was actually good at the classes in my major so I didn’t need to cheat… as often. No, I was finding another use for my powers. It started when I tried and failed to make the rowing team my freshman year because I had a crush on the team captain. But as I left the gym, I realized that I couldn’t just pass that opportunity up. So, I headed back into the bathroom, stripped down, and headed to the locker room completely invisible…