Now You See Me

Story by Sophiie93 The hammering from the other side of my wall jolted me awake. Groggy and grumpy from lack of sleep, I dragged a hand down my face and stumbled out of bed, pausing in front of the bedroom mirror to study myself. I’d always stood out among other girls—pretty face, curves, skin that looked naturally made-up, long blond hair. My gaze lingered on my nak ed reflection, a reminder that I’d been a mutant for a year now. Not that most people noticed. My breasts had always been small, and though I now had six of them, they were easy enough to hide under clothes—along with the penis that had grown just above my vagina. The neighbors’ racket was already drilling a headache into my skull, and with over an hour before my shift at the bookstore, I needed a cold shower to shake off the fatigue. Minutes later, I stepped outside to investigate, only to find Helena and Logan loitering by their front door while construction workers filed in and out of their apartment. Helena turned, flashing me a brilliant smile. “Good morning, Iris! We didn’t wake you, did we?” She wore a formal ball gown that bared her back and sides, paired with towering heels. Her breasts were enviably full, her legs toned and striking. I couldn’t deny she was gorgeous—though Logan hovering so close beside her made it clear I shouldn’t stare too long. I scratched my head. “Yeah. It’s 8 AM, you know?” “8:30,” Logan corrected. He was tall, a decent match for Helena even if he wasn’t the most attractive guy around. “We had to start early to finish by today. Sorry.” “We’re installing a new shower!” Helena added, keeping her distance but gesturing excitedly. “I’ll make it up to you later, promise!” She formed a heart with her hands, winking in a way that felt downright flirtatious. I blinked, caught off guard. Helena had always been oddly affectionate, even though we’d barely spoken since she and Logan moved in a month ago. “Don’t worry about it,” I muttered. “I’ve got work soon anyway.” “Well, at least it’s Friday, right?” Her cheerfulness was relentless. I forced a smile and nodded. “Good luck with the, uh, shower.” As I retreated to my apartment, I couldn’t tell if my irritation came from the noise or the mental image of Logan and Helena sharing that shower. I shook my head. They’re a couple, Iris. Get a grip. With a sigh, I killed time over a slow breakfast before heading to work. The day at the bookstore crawled by, leaving me too much time to think. Helena kept flickering through my mind—the way her ball gown clung to her curves, the daring plunge of her neckline. My fingers absently traced the slight swell of my upper breasts before dropping to the near-flat plane of my chest. Even with all six of mine combined, I doubt I’d match her cleavage, I thought with a sigh. Then it hit me. “Wait…” I muttered under my breath. “Helena’s always dressed elegantly when she leaves, but… why wear something like that first thing in the morning?” After a pause, I shrugged. Maybe it was just her style—she had the confidence to pull it off, after all. But that night, I’d learn the real reason. —---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- By sunset, I trudged home, exhausted. The moment I reached my door, raised voices spilled from Helena and Logan’s apartment. I slipped inside quickly, not wanting to eavesdrop. A few minutes later, silence fell. Then their front door slammed shut. “Guess they had a dis—oh!” A sharp knock cut me off. I yanked the door open to find Helena standing there, arms crossed, still in the same dress from this morning. Her expression was stormy, stress tightening her jaw. “Hey, Iris.” Her voice was strained. “Sorry to show up so late. Can I come in for a minute?” “Oh—yeah, of course.” I stepped aside. She strode past me, heels clicking like gunshots, her hair swaying with every furious step. She collapsed onto my couch, exhaling hard. “Didn’t know where else to go.” “You okay?” I sat beside her, leaving space when she tensed. “Fight with your boyfriend?” Her eyebrows shot up. “Boyfriend? Logan’s just my roommate.” She waved a hand, as if the idea was absurd. “But yeah, we argued.” “What happened?” She squeezed her eyes shut, wrestling with her temper. “You won’t believe this. He brought home some mutant girl from his office—four arms, apparently gorgeous—and had the nerve to ask me to vacate the apartment so they could fuck.” “Oh…” “Oh is right.” Her laugh was sharp. “And before you ask—no, I’m not jealous. Logan’s not my type.” She tilted her head, smirk bitter. “I’m gay, Iris.” “So… you’re into the mutant girl?” “Ugh.” She flopped back against the cushions. “This isn’t about romance. It’s about respect. Kicking me out for a hookup? With a coworker? That idiot’s begging for HR to nuke his career.” “Well, you’re welcome to stay here if you want,” I offered. She gave me a grateful nod, but silence settled between us, thick and awkward. I cleared my throat. “So… this mutant. She must’ve been really pretty, huh?” Helena snorted. “God, yes. Can’t blame Logan for trying.” A smirk curled her lips. “Wouldn’t have minded being in his shoes, honestly.” My pulse skipped. “Oh? You’re into mutants?” I swallowed, feigning casualness. “Ever been with one before?” “Pfft. Mutants are rare as hell in this city. Just seeing one’s lucky.” She stretched lazily. “But damn, do I love how they look.” I glanced away. “Yeah, I guess. Though someone like you could probably handle a four-armed girl just fine.” Her grin turned wolfish. “Believe me, Iris. I can handle way more than that.” “Uh-oh. Don’t underestimate mutants.” The words tumbled out before I could stop them. “We’re full of surprises. Resilient, too.” Helena’s eyes locked onto mine. “We?” She winked. “Well, well. What a delicious revelation.” Shit. A year of keeping my secret, and I’d blown it in five seconds flat. I exhaled, raising my hands in surrender. “Fine. You got me. I’m a mutant.” “Wow.” She stuck out her tongue playfully. “Guess the odds aren’t as slim as I thought.” My jaw dropped. “Wait—us? You’re—?” I scanned her body, searching for some hidden anomaly, but she just laughed. “Relax. You won’t see mine unless I want you to.” Her gaze dipped lower, lingering. “Though yours seems… enthusiastic to introduce itself.” I glanced down. A distinct bulge strained against my pants. I clapped my hands over it, face burning. “S-Sorry! It just—happens sometimes—” “Mmm. Cute. And sexy.” She stood, prowling closer. “Tell me more about what you’ve got, and maybe I’ll return the favor.” “Six breasts!” The words burst out of me, shamelessly eager. Her eyes flicked to my chest, then back up, intrigued. “Now that’s a party.” I hunched my shoulders. “Don’t get too excited. Even all six together couldn’t compete with one of yours.” “Iris, it’s not the size that matters, but how you use them… or something like that, right?” Helena’s joke tugged a smile from me. Her fingers slid up the straps of her dress, teasing them down her shoulders. “Now, time to keep my promise…” My breath hitched as the fabric slipped lower, her breasts nearly bared—until, just before the reveal, her skin flickered like a mirage. Then vanished. The dress pooled at her waist, leaving her torso empty: her head and shoulders hovered above her abdomen, disconnected by a gap of pure nothingness. “Tadaaa~” I gaped. “W-What… am I supposed to be seeing?” “In theory?” She grinned. “Nothing. I’m an invisible girl. Isn’t that great?” “Is this a mutation or a superpower?” “Not a superhero.” She retied her dress, covering herself again. “Just a girl who disappears on command.” “Can you go fully invisible? Doesn’t it exhaust you?” “Nope. In fact…” She winked. “I’m always using it.” I stood, baffled. “But I can see you—” “Oh, Iris.” She swayed closer, hips rolling, hands somewhere behind her back. “Lesson one: don’t trust your eyes.” My pulse spiked as a strand of my hair lifted midair, tugged by nothing. I stumbled back. “D-Do you have telekinesis too?” Helena burst out laughing. “Hah! That’s not real.” “Says the invisible girl.” “How else would I hide being a mutant?” She tossed her hair—except her hands were still behind her. The truth slammed into me: phantom limbs, everywhere. “H-How many extra parts are you hiding?” Her voice dropped to a purr. “Why don’t you… touch and find out?” God, I hope Logan takes his time.