Chapter 19: Not In Kansas Anymore

Whoever this girl is was right about them just asking me to take a sleeping pill instead of being sneaky and putting it in my food.

When we stopped outside a pair of sliding glass doors, someone helped me into a wheelchair. I noticed I was wearing the super soft pajamas dad had gotten me. No one said a word to me as we got on an elevator to ride up the nineteenth floor. When the doors opened, I saw a sign saying “Hospitalized Patient Consultation - Optical Patient Entrance Only.”

In the waiting room, I saw there were a lot of kids and adults wearing hospital gowns, or pajamas. Some had on dark goggles, like the first pair I got at the hospital, while others had eye patches over one or both eyes. The girl that pushed me up here handed over a packet of paperwork to the receptionist. We were directed to an area for us to wait.

At least I have the girl from the car here to sit with me while I wait. It feels like I know her from somewhere.

“David,” she said quietly so only I could hear her. “We have been going to the same school for years, but we haven’t shared any teachers since we were in primary school. Puberty changed me a lot, so you probably don’t recognize me now. My name is Paula. I brought something that I know will help you remember me. Because of it, I will never be able to forget you.”

Paula reached inside her purse and rummaged around a bit, taking out her tablet, two different smartphones, a makeup bag, and then finally something I could not quite make out at first. When she turned to show me what she had in her hands, I was shocked. All of the emotions and pain I had buried deep inside me years ago came slamming into me like a high-speed bullet train. According to the clock on the wall, it took me almost ten minutes to get my emotions back under control.

Really? Really? Of all the things she could have used to help me remember who she was, and it turns out to be that damn doll wearing the outfit mom worked miracles to get for her.

She let me take it from her hands without any sign of resistance. I looked it all over a bunch of times before I handed it back to her. The doll’s painted face and hair showed signed of wear, but the outfit looked as pristine as when she put them on the doll right after opening my present.

All of these years, I had been sure she had no idea who had given her that present. I never wanted to see it again.

With no warning at all, she hugged me tightly. The scent of subdued peaches and strawberries rose from her hair before being joined by a light scent of a very adult smelling perfume.

That isn’t any of the cheap smelling perfume middle girls wore to school last year.

She whispered in my ear, “I have owed you that hug for a very long time.”

When she pulled back, I saw that she didn’t look much like the teenage girls from last year either. She had a very adult way about her with only a faint hint of makeup to accentuate her features.

“I can’t even begin to fathom the emotional pain my mother caused you back when we were little kids. During a briefing regarding your light sensitivity and how best to help you recover from your coma, I found out that so many things I had once believed to be true, weren’t. I had my world turned upside down as they went over the various things from your past that they believed directly related to your self-inflicted isolation from everyone around you outside of your family. The birthday party where you gave me my doll’s outfit was the start of it all,” Paula told me as she looked ready to cry at any moment. “When I got home that night I re-watched all of the videos taken at that birthday party. I don’t think I will even comprehend any of my mother’s motives behind her actions or why she chose you of all people. Now that I knew what I was looking for, I easily saw the look of shock on your face after I opened the doll outfit. I had wanted that more than anything in the world, including the doll. You looked so hurt when I didn’t come around to thank you as I had all of the others, even when I wanted someone to thank some, a lot, for that special gift. Even with this outfit being the holy grail of presents, my parents told me many times that I couldn’t play with any gifts until after I opened them all and thanked those who gave them to me, in case they had to leave early. After all of these years, I still remember looking at your face as I wondered why I hadn’t opened your gift yet. Your mother always made sure that not only did you always have a gift but that it was one of the best ones at every party. I will never know if it was the excitement from getting the doll outfit that allowed my mother to convince me that you shouldn’t have even been there at my party if you didn’t bother to bring a gift. You weren’t going to get any cake or a party favor since you didn’t even bother to try to wrap some old toy you no longer wanted. She made sure to exclude you from all of the party games. I suspect now that she is responsible for all subsequent unpleasant party experiences you had before no longing accepting invitations.”

Girls cry on demand, but Paula seriously looks like she is fighting hard not to cry. Could her mom have done all this to me? Why?

After a few minutes of silence, she finally said softly, “I had to know for sure. I was up all night last night, pulling in all of the videos into my computer. I used a special program that used look through all of the videos from my house to show each person through the party based on the times marked on the videos. I saw you come in to put down your present that had the special doll outfit. It made me cry a lot as I watched your face from just before I opened your present until you left. I went back through to find just the videos of the gift table. My mom didn’t even bother to stop her video camera as she put it down right next to your gift and removed your tag to put on a blank one.”

Paula was interrupted by someone in scrubs came over to ask us a lot of questions, and then take me back to get my weight, blood pressure, temperature, and some other tests before we were back out in the waiting room.

Once we got settled, Paula looked right at me before telling me, “I do know for a fact that my mom is the one that ruined the big lavish birthday party your parents were giving you at the roller skating rink. She went way out of her way to ask your mother if she could help with the invitations. It was her way of thanking her for getting me the special doll outfit. When I was digging around trying to find the truth, I came across the blank party invitations and RSVP cards. She went way overboard to create some extremely stylish birthday invitations, complete with calligraphy, gold foil, and tissue paper around the RSVP. She included pre-stamped RSVP return envelopes. Unfortunately, her efforts she did out of spite. Taking my college funds, father’s retirement savings, and securing multiple loans against our home, she provided the exact party your parents had arranged for you. It just happened to be at another skating rink across town. Continuing her slip into insanity, she told everyone that this was to be a surprise party for you and to arrive an hour before to ensure no one arrived late. All of the kids and parents were there ready to yell surprise, throw confetti, and blow noisemakers, but we know you never arrived. My mother made it appear you called to say you weren’t coming, but they should still enjoy the party anyway. She was so far off the reservation that she recorded every conversation she had with parents who gave parties we both had attended. She reminded them about how you never brought a gift and then complained about never getting a piece of cake or party favors. She told all the parents that this was your mom’s way of paying back all of them how you showed up empty-handed to their child’s birthday party over the last year. To top it all off, my mom asked that they keep it under their hats because your mother was embarrassed about it how you behaved. Your mom just wanted to have everyone forgive and forget.”

I never noticed the man that came up beside us until he spoke to us quietly.

“David, I can never express to you my deepest regret at the psychological trauma to which my ex-wife, and Paula’s mother, subjected you,” he told me. “Times were tough for us back then. I have spoken to her at length at the sanitarium. I don’t know if I can ever believe what she told me. She has never seemed to comprehend that we could never have arranged to get that outfit given that none of the extremely wealthy could succeed where your mother did. My best guess is that she took your mother being able to secure the one of a kind outfit as a personal indignity. Her illness gave her great satisfaction as she watched the responses her actions caused you that day. In one of her sessions, she noted that it gave her such an intense high that she ensured you experienced the same treatment at all subsequent birthday parties you attended. At first, she changed the gift tag to have it from a child who had been unable to attend or a completely random name. Soon she realized that she needn’t spend our money on presents at parties that Paula also attended. Instead, she would wrap a fake gift with more than enough paper that she could re-wrap it, and Paula wouldn’t know there had been a switch. Your gift would go missing.”

Leaning in to whisper to me, he said, “Paula has been searching for years to find out who could have pulled off the amazing feat required to get her that outfit. She has always known it went way beyond something someone does for a child in their son’s class at school. Don’t be surprised at the intensity of her long-delayed gratitude for what is still her most prized possession. Now isn’t the time, though. I just wanted to be sure I warned you.”

Paula just held my hand as we sat in silence, waiting for me to be called back.

Not much later, a woman in scrubs came out and pushed me through the door next to the receptionist, wound through a maze of hallways, and then down to a keycard pad. She had to use badge and code to get us into the elevator. We rode down a lot of floors before coming out into a hallway with plain beige colored walls and a bland, dark brown industrial carpet with a random pattern of thin black lines.

We have to be going underground. There is no way this hallway can be inside the building where I was waiting.

I was sure we couldn’t be in that building anymore when she used three more keycard access elevators and push me down more really long, bland hallways. I was expecting yet another area only to find I got rolled right into a big executive office where Paula’s dad was sitting behind this humungous dark desk made of dark wood. The woman in scrubs took a seat beside the desk while Paula pulled a chair up to sit beside the woman.

“David, I am sorry for all of the misdirection and long trip to get here, but it was required,” Paula’s dad told me. “From today forward you can call me Steve. My assistant, you may call Jane. Like you, we have both survived multiple lightning strikes. We each have similar abilities to those of yours. You already know Arthur. He is another of our group that had dedicated himself to finding, protecting, and hiding those like us. You can’t even begin to understand what governments, including our own, will do to increase the power of their armies. Comic book heroes like Captain America, The Incredible Hulk, Spider-Man, and Iron Man aren’t all that far from research our government has done since the start of World War II. Think about it. Since awakening from your coma, you have learned how to cure all cancers and free bodies of all harmful energies. In the process, you taped into the raw energies of our very planet. Pulling the good energies out of someone will be just as easy for you. Image the power that would give any government who could figure out to recreate that ability? What could they do with a dozen elite spies that could kill off everyone in the government of any country they wanted? How long until they took over the world?”

Shit! I was worried sick about accidentally killing off the healthy cells in Emily. Now he tells me I could have pulled out all of her beneficial energy as with as little effort as I drained the bad from her zits?

He noticed I was lost in thought and waited for me to look at him again before he continued saying, “It didn’t take long before we started to see patterns of inquiries about you that were indications of those which seek to find people like us. Extraordinary measures were required to ensure anyone trying to find out if you may have survived multiple lightning strikes turned up fruitless. As we, speak a teenaged male, who happens to be a dead ringer for you, is being admitted to the medical facility where you were scheduled to be transferred to on Monday, if we hadn’t moved up the timetable. Fortunately, my various companies own controlling interested in all of the private testing labs the hospitals use to outsource the majority of their testing to reduce costs of purchasing that equipment themselves. I have positively ensured that his tests will indicate that he is you. He was already in a coma from a yet undiagnosed condition. Before we made the switch, we had every single mark anywhere on, or inside, your body matched down to the microscopic level by one like us that specializes in that kind of work. It is so precise that not even your parents can definitively tell for sure that it isn’t you until he wakes up. What he does not have is any form, indication, or even a remote possibility of having being struck by lightning. For the time being, you are safe from those who look for those like ourselves.”

Jane used his pause to speak up, “David, we have a lot of tests to do and little time to complete them. The first is also the longest. It isn’t something which I can describe easily. To keep from influencing the testing, we don’t explain the procedure, so you will have to trust us. Once the test concludes, we will have a large amount of data on you that will help us teach you better how to control the changes the lightning made within your brain and body.”

With that, I was told to go with Jane.

Somewhere in the maze of hallways we first came to a place marked as castings. Inside was told to strip off my pajama shirt and was given a simple white t-shirt to put on. My hair got gelled back on my head before some rubber skull cap was put on. Then they told me to close my eyes, removed my goggles, and put oil on my face and ears. The gave me something they had me bite down on in my mouth before a big piece of tape went over it to hold it in place. Something else went into my nose and was then smoothed out.

“David, we will be putting in wireless earbuds and then covering them over,” a voice told me as I felt hands on my ears. “We are going to be taking multiple castings of your face over the next half an hour or so. The first will be a regular plaster cast mold. From there we will be making two out of sodium alginate and a final one from agar. I need you to be perfectly still and breathe gently through your mouthpiece. To help you relax we will be playing a local rock station through the earbuds to help you relax. To keep from having to do this again anytime soon, we are going to put some special restraints on your head. There are panic buttons on each armrest. Press them both if you start having a panic attack or feel that something is going very wrong like you are going to be sick. These molds will be critical to ensuring your new eyewear are custom fit to your face to reduce chances of unwanted light from entering around the edges.”

I had no idea what to expect, but it wasn’t the first cold, then the almost too hot feeling of the plaster cast they made first.

Were there three regular-length songs or just two before “American Pie” while I waited on the plaster mold to set? I thought he said only about thirty minutes for all of them.

When they removed that casting, they told me to make sure not to open my eyes as they cleaned my face up for the rest of the molds. These went fast.

What the heck are they using to clean off my face? It smells horrible!

“I must commend you, David. You did remarkably well for someone of your age. Rarely do we get four good molds the first time through. Most adults need at least one or two re-castings,” he told me. “Once the molds have fully hardened, we should be able to make you some much more comfortable eye protection. It will be custom fit to your face and better matched to your skin tone to make them much less noticeable.”

When a technician handed me back my pajama top, I saw why I had been asked to change. The t-shirt had all sorts of hard blobs of different colors. Parts of the shirt were hard as a rock.

I was told to leave and return to the lobby.

Where the heck is the lobby anyway?

Fortunately, I didn’t have to worry about it very long. A damn pretty girl, who was maybe a few years older than me, met me outside in the hallway. All she told me, as we walked through the corridors, that her name was Anna.

Wait a minute! This waiting room is almost the style of an office where Paula sat with me.

When I called back, Anna walked me right into a typical eye doctor’s exam room. Instead of sitting down in the chair, she led me out the back door the doctor used to get into the room. We got into an elevator, but instead of pushing any buttons, she put a keycard against the door that hid the emergency phone. The elevator went down a long time.

It went way past the lobby.

“I am so pissed at you, David,” Anna said finally. “Luckily, you waited a few weeks before getting hit by lightning, or you would have had the top spot for the most times and being the youngest when it happened. Mine happened when I was at summer camp. This boy had bet me that I wouldn’t go skinny dipping with him. If I did, he, and probably all of the boys in his cabin, would go down on me as much as I wanted until the end of summer camp. Should I have chickened out, I had to blow all the boys in his cabin at least once a day. It was a complete no brainer to me. I wanted him to see me naked, so skinny dipping was perfect. Out of nowhere, a storm moved over the lake. He was too chicken shit to get out of the water because I had given him a boner. It was supposed to be between us, but there were a bunch of boys and girls peeking through the bushes to see if I won or lost the bet. All of them were more interested in seeing the two of us naked than getting safe from the storm. That boy and three girls died. The rest of us ended up in the hospital for a week. I had no idea what the heck was going on either.”

She walked me out of the elevator and was quiet until we got where there were some chairs where we could sit down.

“We were four to a room, and I was scared out of my mind. In my room was a girl that had three different burned areas from where lightning hit her three separate times. I somehow kept quiet when she told the doctors how she was seeing all these weird lines pulsing around her and that she couldn’t open her eyes unless the room the lights were all off because the brightness caused her eyes to hurt badly. I was seeing the lines too and was going to ask her about it when some men in dark suits gave her a shot before taking her away. I am sure the only thing that saved me was that at some point when I was getting struck by lightning that I created my way of blocking the light, so it didn’t hurt my eyes. I later found out that the way the men took that girl alerts Steve’s spies in that hospital. They did some quick tests on all of us and then pulled me off to the side. They told me that I was in danger. I needed to not stand out from any of the others when they released us to go back to camp.”

Anna told me it was time to go and took me to a big room where she told me to strip. Without asking, she started playing with my dick before she sucked me until I came in her mouth.

Anna stood up and pulled me into a big hug before saying, “David, that is the first boy’s dick I have touched since that day at camp. You are not all that big yet, but it looks like you are going to have a nice one before long, but that is not why I blew you. I had to make sure you were still doing as told and killing off your sperm. You are going to need to be sure you are doing that unless you want to get a girl pregnant on purpose. Paula said there are a lot of girls who have serious hero worship going on. You are so going to get laid more than you can even imagine as soon as you get released back into the world.”

What the heck is going on with me? Why the heck I suddenly trying to rip her clothes off? Why isn’t she stopping me? I hope what I learned in the hospital to make girls feel good about working on girls that have been hit by lightning.

I soon had pushed Anna down onto the floor. I dropped my mouth between her widely spread legs and used my tongue to try to find any traces of stubble.

Wow! She is bald and not because she shaved or even waxed.

I started licking the whole length of her muff before she grabbed tufts of my hair to see if I could drown the bald man in her pink canoe. Licking like it was the only thing I wanted to do in my life, I flicked her bean all over the place as I worked to get her to cum. She completely surprised me when she used her feet to push my face away from her pussy. Looking up I saw a look I just seemed to know that at a primal level she needed to be screwed hard. In slow motion I watched her push me onto my back, move over my dick and then see her wet red pussy lips as my dick pushed them open until I saw the painful look on her face. I felt her cherry stretching against my dick. Nothing I could do was going to stop her from getting my dick inside her. Once she tore through her cherry, I felt like my dick slid fully up inside her scalding hot, wet velvet furnace. As her juices leaked out around the base of my dick, she grinned down at me while she got used to having her first penis stretching her vagina open.

Then, with no indication something was about to happen, I felt the most incredible feeling I think I may ever feel in my whole life! As Anna started slowly started riding my dick, there was a tingling that started at the head of my dick before slowly spreading all over my dick, into my balls and then finally out all over my body. When I reached up to touch her firm, half-orange breasts, I saw and felt sparks of energy coming from where the skin on my fingers touched her. The tingling in my hands was the same as what I felt going all over my body. It felt it as if the tingling built in my hands, the more I touched her body. It then traveled down my arms to make the tingling in my body build up.

She feels it too? Incredible.

As Anna leaned forward to push her body against mine, we were both looking down watching the sparks just before our skin would touch. We felt the tingling building up in both our bodies as she rode me faster until we both came at the same time. I was still rock hard when I stopped throbbing and rolled us over to start pounding her pussy, but the tingling feeling was going now.

At least I made her cum three more times before I finally fired off inside her again!

We kissed and cuddled on that cold tile floor for a few minutes before she said, “Damn, I am so glad I waited until I found a boy like me here. A few of the adults like us said that there this sort of magic happens between those like us if we are compatible. I wonder if that fortune teller had any idea about how it would be between us when she told me I would know the right boy who would give me pleasure like no other could even match. This pleasure would come with a price, though. Our intimacy would never extend beyond that of friends with benefits. I don’t know about you David, but if I can feel something that wonderful with you, I think I can accept use never being lovers.”

Almost as quickly as we had gotten her stripped, she dressed again with no signs of anything being amiss. She led me down one more hall, kissed me, and then told me to relax. This test was crucial. Opening the door with her keycard, she stayed outside as I went through the door.

“David,” I heard Jane say from off somewhere in the dark. “Remove your goggles and put them on the hook beside you. The light is low enough in here that you won’t need them.”

As I walked into the room, I was amazed.

This place looks like Professor X’s Cerebro chamber except it has a plastic walkway and a table right in the center.

I felt myself getting more nervous with each step I took toward where Jane was standing. The table beside her had lots of small holes and more straps than any of the beds in the psycho ward at the hospital.

Anna said this was important, but I don’t want to be on this table.

I did as Jane asked and got on the table. I got worried when she started to strap me down very securely.

“Please relax David,” Jane softly said as she rubbed her hand over my chest. “These restraints aren’t anything you or any of the types of restraints that give those like us any concerns that we couldn’t escape them. We only do this to keep you safe during the test. I wish I could tell you more, but I can’t. Come and lay back so I can finish getting you ready.”

What sort of testing are they going to do to me, and why is there a big ball closing over me? Wait? How am I going to breathe?

My fear of suffocating went away as I felt something cool going around my body like they were making a casting from head to toe. Whatever it was had me covered everywhere except around my ears, eyes, nose, and mouth. After a big hiss, I watched the top of the ball open and then felt a lot of movement under me that shook the entire platform I was on before everything in the room got completely quiet. Closing my eyes, I looked around, trying to find lines of energy. There weren’t any for a long time. Finally, there was a pair over my head and a few off to my sides.

A man’s voice broke the silence, asking, “David, are you able to hear me? Do you feel any problems breathing? Any discomfort?”

What? Like I am supposed to feel great being strapped down to a table and then encased in some memory foam like rubber?

“Yeah I hear you, so you want to tell me how I am supposed to be comfortable when encased in some thick rubber foam and strapped down to a cold metal table,” I asked loudly.

Why can’t I trace back the energy from the speakers or the microphones?

“Please relax David. We have encapsulated inside a custom made body molding material impregnated with millions of sensors and testing apparatuses. If it helps you feel more comfortable, we remove the straps and tables during the injection molding process. The only metals remaining in the room are in the sensors around your body. Once we have your baseline readings, the testing will begin. I will only be communicating with you when it is required,” he told me before it got quiet again.

How long is this going to take anyway? It seems like I have been waiting for hours.

Finally, the voice came back on to tell me to turn the place in my head on and tell him what color it was to me. He told me to tell them the color, not to try to make it go back to the green color I had been taught meant all was good.

There was another long pause before I was then told to try to make it green and hold it there.

A second, deeper voice came over the speaker to tell me, “Now during the testing David you need to try to make the place in your head return to green when we tell you to do so. As we stimulate parts of your body, you need to give us regular updates on how the color changes. Specifically, you need to tell us when it turns orange.”

What kind of stimulation?

I didn’t have to wait long. Out of nowhere, it felt like millions of needles poked into me all at once. It was so much pain that I first yelled out before starting to curse at the men behind the speaker. All they did was insist that I keep watching to see when the place turned orange in my head.

How the fuck am I supposed to look at the place in my head when I am in this much pain?

When I was finally able to focus on looking, I found it was way past orange and almost to an angry red. As soon as I told them, the pain immediately stopped. My cursing didn’t. I was hoarse by the time I was done yelling at them for doing this to me.

Once I calmed down the man told me, “Please work to get it back to green and let me know when you have reached that state.”

It took a lot longer than I would have thought, but I eventually had the place green again and told him.

“Now, during this test, please work hard to keep the place green. It may be quite hard, but please try your best,” the voice told me.

What the heck did he mean?

Without any warning, I felt the same pain again. It took me a good minute of them telling me to focus on keeping the place in my head green before I focused enough to start trying to fight to make it go back to green. The closer to green I got it, the less pain I was feeling. Then they changed what they were doing to me.