Chapter 1: Journal

This is my journal. I have decided to write down what has happened, starting when The Gift came to me. I am going to write this as honestly as I can. Let's see, the beginning was in the eighth grade, if I remember correctly...

I was an only child. My mother and father were resigned to being childless when I came along. They always told me I was their miracle baby. Dad was fifty when I was born, and mom was forty-two.

We lived on a farm out in the rural countryside. I loved it! I could not understand people who wanted to be jammed into cities. Dad was still farming the land while I was growing up, until I hit the eighth grade.

It was a five hundred and ten acre farm that we lived on, and it provided a good life for us. We had a milk cow, chickens, and a big vegetable garden. There was a root cellar that had been built by great grandpa, as well as a big basement with the new house. Well, 'new' to the farm. It was twenty-two years old, the previous one having been destroyed by fire.

When I was in the eighth grade, Dad decided to retire from farming. He was sixty-four and mom was fifty-six. I was fourteen. We had made a pretty good profit that last year, and Dad said we had enough put by to live on. He was also going to rent out all the grounds except the house, buildings, and our garden, to a local farmer.

It was late in the school year that it first happened. I was serving a detention, and detentions were different in our school than what I'd come to understand was common in other schools. I had to stay after school, and sweep and mop the restrooms and locker rooms. That was a total of two boy's restrooms, two girl's restrooms, and two locker rooms (one each of boy's and girl's).

I had just finished all the restrooms, and was getting ready to do the girl's locker room. I got fresh mop water ready, and started the pre-mop sweeping. I looked up and there was Cindy Beecher's locker in front of me. I sighed. I'd had a huge crush on her.

Since it was now warm most days, everyone was required to dress out for gym, and all 'gym' classes were conducted outdoors. She looked so cute in her gym shorts and t-shirt. I looked at her locker, and started fantasizing. How I would love to be a fly on the wall when the girls changed, especially Cindy!

That's when it happened. I was trying to imagine what this room was like just a couple hours ago, when my vision suddenly blurred! I blinked several times, and gasped! I was seeing the same room, but I was seeing it as though looking through a gauze of some sort. I could see girls moving around, and changing clothes. I heard muffled talk and laughter.

I panicked and everything changed back! I was again alone, with a broom in my hand! I blinked several times, the memory of the vision still in my mind. I was scared! What had just happened? Should I tell someone? I also had a mild headache.

"Tom? You okay? You look like you seen a ghost," the janitor, Mr. Field, asked me.

"I think so. Just had a weird, uh, feeling go through me is all. Got a headache," I answered.

"Well, I think you have done enough on your detention. Good job. You better head home if you're sure you're all right?" he asked with concern.

I nodded and got out of there! I was thinking furiously. I had plenty of time to think. Dad said I would have to walk the two and a half miles home, since I was stupid enough to get a detention for a stupid act.

I had never heard of anything like this happening to anyone else. None of my friends ever mentioned it. Did that mean it happened but they said nothing? Was this something everyone went through, but for some reason didn't talk about? No, if everyone went through it, there would be all sorts of information about it, I was sure.

So that brought me to the supposition that this was something unusual. Should I ask Dad or Mom about it? I just didn't know. Who should I tell about this? Maybe I just imagined it? By the time I got home, I had decided I had imagined it. I had nearly forgotten about it, when it happened again!

It was a couple weeks later. School was winding down. There was still a couple weeks left, but it was now warm-to-hot, all the time. I decided to head down to the swimming hole. I hopped on my bike, and rode for a good twenty minutes, working up a good sweat.

As I finally got close to the swimming hole at the creek, I could see several girls coming out of the trees. They saw me, and started giggling and laughing. I wondered what was up.

"Hey, Tom? Going swimming?" Tracy Collins asked me.

"Yup. Good day for it. You guys finished swimming?" I asked, watching Cindy out of the corner of my eyes.

"Yes. You should have swum with us. You would have had fun!" Lisa Abrams said, then started laughing.

Giggling followed from the rest, with a few muted 'Hush-ups' thrown in. I heard the words skinny-dipping, and started to get uncomfortable in my crotch area!

I looked at Cindy, and she blushed a little. The group of girls waved and said bye, and started walking down the road. One of their dads was going to give them a ride home. I walked my bike through the trees, to the best swimming spot for miles around. It was empty of people.

I leaned my bike against a tree. I stripped off my clothes, except for my shorts. I was going to swim in them. I looked around, and saw a flattened area in the grass. This must be where the girls had laid down when not swimming.

I started to fantasize what they looked like naked, and then it happened! That gauziness settled over my vision, and I could see the girls! They were naked except for Cindy, who was wearing little panties with flowers on them!

I gaped and looked. Again I heard muffled talking. I concentrated, and I could see and hear better! My head also started hurting a bit. I ignored it, and looked at naked girls! Lisa had only a little hair on her pussy, but had nice breasts.

Cindy had bigger breasts, but tiny pink nipples. Lisa's were red and her nipples were long. I glanced over at Rachael, and saw she was almost breastless. She just had little bumps, but she had the most hair between her legs!

I was now very uncomfortable as my shorts were trying to contain my raging hard-on. I looked around and didn't see anyone else. I somehow knew the girls couldn't see me, even though I could see them.

It was strange to see the world like this; sort of like one view overlaid by the other. I couldn't help myself. I pulled my shorts down, and did what kids everywhere do... I jacked off. It didn't take long either, with all the visual stimulation.

When I came, I lost my vision of the girls. I fell to my knees, gasping.

Man! That was the best orgasm ever! I got to my feet and walked into the water to clean myself off. I also had a headache again, only this time it was a little worse than before.

I was finally clean, and cooled off, I got out of the water. I grabbed my towel and laid it where the girls had had theirs. My head still ached, but the pain was receding. I thought about what had just happened.

So, the first time had not been my imagination! I had almost convinced myself it had been just that. Imagination. But now, with that which had happened, I knew it was real! The question was; why did it happen, how did it happen, and why me?

It wasn't until I was in high school, that I started to get some answers.

Several things happened my first year in high school. First, I discovered computers and the internet. Second, I discovered that bullies existed in quantities that were astonishing. Third, Mom and Dad started to let me date on weekends! Fourth, I discovered martial arts.

My high school was a forty-minute bus ride from my bus stop. The first year of high school, you were assigned all but one of your classes. You only got one elective. I took computer lab for that elective. I rolled up my sleeves, (metaphorically) and waded into the other courses I was given.

I managed a 3.0 average the first year. I would never be a 4.0 student, but I got pretty good grades. The second year, I was able to double up on my English, which would give me all the requirements I needed in that course, and would free up more electives for me.

I did not forget my newfound gift. I used it, and got better at it. The view was now just as clear as current life, but I still could tell which was which. It also saved me from a beating once. I got suspicious about two of the regular bullies, and went back in time to see what they were up too.

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