He was walking⌠in a long, narrow room⌠wearing nothing but a hat. There were beautiful girls⌠on both sides of him⌠as he passed through. One called out⌠âHeâs here! Heâs here!â⌠and they flocked around him. He reached out⌠and handled many of their breasts. They didnât seem to mind. He could feel several hands⌠roaming his genitals. It was ecstasy! He climaxed⌠shooting his cum onto countless hands⌠as they continued to play. Suddenly⌠the group dispersed⌠as one young woman⌠started to approach him. He couldnât see her face⌠the light being too bright⌠but somehow he knew her⌠didnât he? Just before the fire alarm went off⌠the letters D and H came to his mind. Fire alarm? WhaâŚ
Kevin woke up and turned off the alarm clock. He was sweaty, and, he noticed, he had come in his sleep.
âUgh, great,â he said to himself. He got cleaned up, dressed, ate, and went off to school.
He went to his morning class and tried paying attention to what Miss McDougal was saying, but ultimately failed. Miss McDougal was Kevinâs young history teacher, and she was incredibly attractive, both in face and body. None of the boys in class could ever really pay attention, (and the school stupidly wondered why the girls clearly had the higher scores in the class).
Right around noon, Kevin walked past the locker rooms on his way to the cafeteria. His eyes fell on the words âGirls Locker Roomâ and instantly his usual fantasy came to mind. It varied slightly from to day to day, but like every other day, he forced the thought out of his head again fairly quickly. If he dwelled on such âunholyâ thoughts too much, he would never complete his senior year, (at least thatâs what his father always said).
After school, Kevin biked home taking his usual route. He glanced away from the sidewalk for just a second, causing him to nearly run right into a man who seemed to have come out of nowhere.
âJeez, watch it, man,â Kevin said.
âOh, sorry about that,â the man replied, âDarn thing dropped me down too close again.â Having no idea what the man was talking about, Kevin started to ride off. âHey wait a minute,â the man called after him, âWhatâs your hurry, Kev?â Kevin stopped again and turned around.
âHowâd you know my name?â
âLucky guess?â the man said, smiling. Kevin gave him a puzzled look. âCome on back, I have something for ya,â the stranger said. Kevin figured he probably shouldnât, but the guy seemed harmless enough. Kevin rode back up to him and dropped the kickstand.
âAlright, so whatâs this all about?â he asked. To answer his question, the man pulled an ordinary-looking white baseball cap out from behind his back and presented it as if it were something extraordinary and priceless. âNo thanks, mister,â Kevin said, âI donât really wear hats, they make my head itch.â
âWell maybe you ought to try it on for size anyway, just in case,â the man replied, his eyes sparkling. So Kevin, starting to feel impatient, tried the hat on to humor the man.
âOkay, it feels like a cap. So what?â The man pulled a mirror out of his pocket and showed it to Kevin. In it, Kevin could see the road behind him, the trees, and the blue sky⌠but not himself. âWhat the hell is going on here?â Kevin asked, startled.
âYouâre invisible,â the man said simply, as if he had said it a hundred times before.
âWell yeah, but how?â
âOn your head youâre wearing the ClearView 2.4, Model C â an invisibility cap,â the man said, as if he were doing a commercial. Kevin had to let his words sink in for a moment. He suddenly had so many questions he didnât know where to start. The man, as if reading Kevinâs mind, started explaining. âThis model here came out right around 2075 as I recall. My boss, Jerome Gates, gets his kicks by buying a bunch of these babies up and sending them back in time for me to distribute them. My computer locked on you, so, congratulations! Just donât use it for evil; donât change history too much, you know, common sense stuff. Seeya later, kid.â The man pulled some weird gadget out of his pocket and was about to push a flashing green button when Kevin broke in.
âWait a second! What am I supposed to do with this thing?â The man patted him on the shoulder and said,
âIâm sure youâll think of something,â and winked. Then, in the blink of an eye, he was gone.
It took Kevin a while to get his bike rolling again, and once he got going, the wheels in his head were still going much faster than the ones on his bike. A car passed by him, nearly knocking him off the road. He started to yell at the driver, then realized the problem. He was still invisible. He pulled the cap off his head, feeling foolish. He was obviously going to have to be more careful.
The next day, he arrived at school with the cap in his backpack. He walked past the locker rooms, same as every day, then stopped abruptly.
âThe girlsâ locker room,â he thought to himself, âOf course! How did I not think of that sooner? All I need to do is put on the ClearView and go right in. And after that, who knows?â He was filled with excitement, just at the thought of it all. He glanced at his watch. It was 7:55; five minutes until classes started. He didnât think anyone was looking so he put on the hat, and went inside.