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by esther
Rated: 18+ · Chapter · Fantasy · #1441800
A chapter in the Unbelievable Reality true story
Okay, so now my body was invisible. I still felt like I was in that body! My old body! Okay, sure, I had had quite a bit of success when pulling my old body into my Door. I had perceived from that location and it wasn't much of an effort.

Now I was starting to get confused, about where exactly I was located. I kept on returning into Neil's old head. Then I wasn't sure where Kim was. I was disorientated. I also forgot what I looked like. It was a bit of a disaster. I'm trying to be this being in a new body which I've forgotten how it looks, I've forgotten where we are standing, I've forgotten what the room looks like.

However, we were now entering a new phase, in this whole cycle of getting out of Neil into Tom. These shapes would come at Tom, some looked like amoebas, I would push and pull at a certain point, then it would morph into some kind of flying machine, a beautiful and elegant bird of some sorts, or an equally attractive airoplane of some kind.

I had to know the exact point on the morphing shape , where to push or pull, to make it transform. The first ten or twenty were easy. I pulled, it changed, then it flew gracefully from Tom to Neil, then landed on Neil's head. Through Neil's closed eyes, I could see the bird landing. Then it shot a straight, blinding pure white beam, up from Neil's head, into itself. I could see the flash of the white through Neil's closed eyes.

I understood that this was my consciousness being transferred. [Note about memory.. flashes] [Note about foreign language – universal]. However, each bird only took a very small amount of consciousness. It maybe sat on Neil for about 1 second, then took off and flew back to Tom. As Tom, I now caught the bird, and plunged it into my body.

After quite a few of these birds, I became aware that I was trying to solve the riddles from Neil's point of view. Something quite strange had happened, my awareness or spirit kept on floating up to the ceiling, and there I was solving these amoeba shapes. The shapes were appearing on the roof. They were getting more and more difficult, and I was finding that the airplanes were coming far too quickly. I could hardly finish with one, and then the next one arrived.

I could no longer see from Tom's viewpoint. I had forgotten who I was supposed to be projecting, so I projected an averagely attractive female form, of someone who I don't know, and don't particularly like.

Anyway I molded the shapes into the airplanes and then sent them towards Neil. By this time I was hopelessly confused. I didn't know if I was Tom sending airplanes to Neil, or Neil sending airoplanes to Tom. I was sending maybe 10 planes a second, but I couldn't see if they were returning to Tom. I was just throwing them off, blindly, as fast as I could “solve” them. I was struggling to solve them, they were just coming too fast for me to keep up.

I couldn't see from Tom's viewpoint. I asked Kim if they were reaching their target and Kim said “Yes”. I couldn't grab hold onto the amoeba long enough to transform it.

Then after quite some time with this going on, feeling very unsatisfactory, I suddenly had a flash of understanding. Kim had lied to me! The planes were not reaching their targets! In fact, no consciousness was being transferred at all.

I was mad. With her history of lying to me, and now this. What was she doing? I was so confused. I thought she was my friend and support through this.

Then I had a flash of intuition. She had lied – so as not to enable me! Enable me to keep on depending on her senses, on her sight, when the whole point was for me to move into the new viewpoint. She was being cruel to be kind. I asked her if this was true and she said “Yes.”.

I still felt upset, betrayed and angry, but I was getting over it. I had past the critical mass of consciousness transfer, so that old Neil, was no longer capable of solving the airplane puzzles. I had to do it from Tom's viewpoint.

I realized that I had the wrong concept of where Kim and I were actually standing, in relation to Neil, and compared to the layout of the room, it was completely incorrect. Then I clicked. All I had to do was to move Tom and Kim to the foot of the bed, directly in front of old Neil. Then I would know where I was. All this time she had been holding my hand , encouraging me. However, at this time, I was panicking like hell. With the lying about the airplanes and everything, our relationship was at its lowest point yet. [Kim/Neil to become lovers]. I got the impression from her that she thought I was being a real cry baby, and panicking for nothing. She couldn't believe a being of my age was panicking like this, it was embarrassing for her.

This process was taking too long. Kim reassured me that I could continue as long as it took. If they buried me in the ground then the airplanes would keep coming from the grave. If they cremated me then they would come out of the furnace. I could stand next to the grave or next to the furnace, and continue solving the puzzles. However I had to transfer all of my consciousness otherwise I would have a weird feeling of a part of me being in the furnace, or a part of me being under the ground.

I could no longer build airplanes. They would either become harmless twigs, an effigy of the magnificent airplanes and birds I had been building, or they would become ordinary birds, fly over to Neil, and lay a payload of white shit on his head. Very embarrassing indeed. I knew they were not right the moment I sent them. They just didn't feel right.

So I went into Tom's viewpoint and I started solving airplane puzzles again. I managed to get a few right, so that I threw them from Tom, watched them land on Neil, pick up its pay load of pure white consciousness, and then return to Tom (who was looking embarrassingly like an oldish lady who I didn't really like.) Anyway, I was too stressed to even think of changing my appearance. Who would I change it to? The Tom Cruise inspiration only came later.


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