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(Medical Experiments, continued by Hyperdreams...)

“Steve, don’t panic!” says Nurse Jenny. “This is soooo cool! Look over there in the mirror.”

There’s a large mirrored window, probably with an observation room behind it. You turn toward it and almost scream at what you see. You struggle to compose yourself. “Is this some kind of trick?”

“No, no trick” says Jenny coming to stand beside you. You see her reflection in the mirror just fine, but there’s a problem with yours. You can see your T-shirt and jeans reflected, but there’s nothing inside them. They appear to be standing there by themselves.

“What the fuck have you done to me?” you wail.

“Steve, you’re invisible!” Jenny cries delightedly. “Haven’t you always wanted to be invisible?”

You can barely form words. “I… I can’t even…”

“Wow, Doctor Mandy is going to totally wet herself when she sees this!” says a beaming Jenny. She picks up a camera and starts taking photographs while you struggle to adjust to your new light-permeable state.

When you were at school you used to have fantasies about being invisible and sneaking into the girl’s locker room. You’ve given it quite a lot of thought, actually.

“Wait… this isn’t right… I can see you,” you stammer.

Jenny rolls her eyes in your general direction. “I don’t think you’re getting it, Steve. You’re the one who’s invisible. You can see me. I can’t see you.”

“No, that’s not what I mean,” you protest. “Think about it. For me to be invisible, then light either has to be passing through me, or going around me, right?”

“I suppose so.”

“So if light is going through me or around me, then it isn’t hitting my eyes. So I should be completely blind. That’s why invisibility in the movies is complete bullshit. But I can see perfectly well.”

Jenny reaches out and touches you gently on the shoulder. “Steve, can you see yourself?”

“No. That’s what’s so…”

“Can you see me?” she interrupts.

“Yes,” you admit.

“Well, then maybe you’re not as smart as you think you are?” she suggests sweetly.

You can’t argue with her logic, but you have more concerns. “How long is this going to last? What about Vitamin D? If sunlight doesn’t hit me, I’m not going to get enough Vitamin D!”

“Steve, you’re panicking. Sit down while I call Doctor Mandy.”

“Am I invisible to infra-red or is it just the visible spectrum? If heat passes through me, I’m going to freeze to death!”

Jenny looks concerned. “Steve, I don’t understand what you just said. You’re talking gibberish. You know, I saw a movie once where the invisible guy went insane. Are you going insane, Steve? You sound like you are.”

“Give me a minute.” You sit back down on the chair. Jenny stands over you and peers down the neck of your T-shirt.

“Steve, I can see your underpants from here,” she laughs. You are starting to find it intensely irritating that the little bitch keeps trivializing your predicament.