The Invisible Woman 01/? (Set-up, slow, little sex (F mast)) 


Claire, a Research Chemist with a major pharmaceutical company, was 
bored.  She had redone and redone an experiment for the last week, 
and no manipulations seemed to work.  She was supposed to be trying 
to produce a new skin cream for dermatitis sufferers, and her work 
looked like it was at a dead end.  For months, she had been working 
on this project and every test she had done so far had worked - 
till now. She was trying to make the cream thin and absorbable, so 
that it didn't show on the skin surface.  At the moment, all she 
had was a thick cream that absorbed over a long time.  It looked as 
if the product, which worked brilliantly, but was oh, so visible, 
would have to be scrapped.  As it was 4 on a Friday afternoon she 
was inclined to leave it for the weekend, but she decided to try 
one more variation, and test it out on Monday.  Claire made the 
last variant, left it in a warming cupboard, threw her white coat 
in the corner, and left, exasperated. 

Instead of spending the weekend relaxing, as she had intended, 
Claire spent a frazzled time, unable to get the experiment out of 
her mind. So when she came in on Monday, she wasn't exactly 
refreshed.  She smiled at people as she walked along the corridor 
to her lab, but didn't really register anyone as she was so 
distracted.  Both her assistants were back today (they had both had 
Friday off due to some bug (ironic in a pharmaceutical company) and 
she welcomed the company.  She hoped that things would go more to 
plan this week. 

She said hello to Jane and Angie, put her lab coat on, and went 
over to the warming cupboard. Jane asked her how it had gone on 
Friday. "Terrible", said Claire, pulling the flask from the 
cupboard. "I just couldn't get the balance right". She carried the 
flask to her workbench, and was about to put it down when she 
noticed the liquid was now almost clear, and was moving freely in 
the flask. "Hey!" said Claire, "it looks like it might be OK after 
all".  Jane and Angie came over to see. "It looks pretty good to 
me", said Angie. "Bring me some of the skin cultures," Claire said 
excitedly. They had grown skin cultures and given them a chemical 
dermatitis.  Claire carefully put a few drops of the liquid on 
three samples, then smeared the skin using cotton wool buds. "We'll 
leave it for an hour or so and come back", Claire proclaimed. 
Claire and the other two women went back to other work. 

After the hour was up they returned to the skin samples.  Claire 
took when look and shouted "Fuck! It's destroyed the skin".  Where 
she had rubbed in the solution, holes had appeared in the skin.  It 
was another disaster.  Jane and Laura went back their work, 
culturing more skin samples, and preparing more chemical 
ingredients.  Claire just stared for a few minutes.  She couldn't 
believe it.  Nothing she had done, including the last alteration to 
the compound should have done this.  She picked up some surgical 
gloves and started to examine the skin. 

She picked up a scalpel to take some samples from round the edges 
of the holes.  As she cut away, she couldn't understand why the 
small pieces did not come away.  So she cut all round the hole and 
found that the small pieces seemed to be attached to the hole!  So 
she cut through the hole, through the air, or so she thought, and 
felt resistance.  She was flabbergasted. Trying to think, she 
decided that she wanted to investigate this more for herself, not 
telling her two assistants.  When they inquired, just before lunch, 
she said she wasn't sure what had happened.  She prepared another 
mixture, this time adjusting the contents so that the combination 
was slightly different, in the hope that this 'transparency' would 
not happen. Using the computer model, she surmised that this time 
she should get the right product. She left a flask in the warming 
cupboard again, and went to lunch with the other two. 

Claire, Jane, and Laura always went to lunch together.  Most of the 
researchers were male, and most spent their lunch break talking 
about football, basketball, or other 'men' things. Also, they 
wanted to avoid the obnoxious Dr. Steve Wright and his sidekick, 
Dr. Mark Nicholls.  Wright was known round the building as 'Always 
Wright' - he researched cosmetics and was arrogant enough to think 
he was always right.  Mark Nicholls followed him around like a 
lapdog and thought the sun shone out of his arse.  It made you sick 
just watching him. 

Laura asked Claire whether she thought the new batch would be OK.  
Claire replied that she thought that it would be, though she was a 
little worried as to why the previous experiment had gone wrong.  
Jane just thought it might have been contamination, despite the 
procedures they used.  They sat and chatted, but Claire was fairly 
quiet.  She was wondering what she had discovered.  After the others 
had left, she was planning a full spectral analysis of the remains 
of the compound to see if she could deduce what was going on. 

"Claire? Are you OK?" asked Laura. "Yes, fine," she said, looking 
at Laura.  No one knew Claire preferred women and Claire sometimes 
found herself staring at Laura when she wasn't looking.  With no 
partner at the moment, Claire had been lusting after Laura for a 
few months.  But she dared not make a move, not where she had to 
work, and not in a building which was mainly male.  Looking at 
Laura, she saw the long dark brown hair, with surprising emerald 
green eyes just under her fringe.  The jacket she was wearing 
concealed what Laura knew to be a full-bodied bosom, while the 
short skirt she wore revealed long, slim legs.  She had met Laura 
on one or two social occasions, company dinners, and had seen 
rather more of her there.  Jane on the other hand, had not really 
attracted Claire's attention.  She never socialized after work and 
she always wore figure-concealing outfits. There was a hint of a 
curvaceous shape, but that was all.  She was very pretty though, 
with short blonde hair, blue eyes, and a pleasant smile.  Claire 
smiled to herself.  Locked in the lab they could have their own 
little orgy, with nobody aware. "Claire?  Claire? What's so funny?" 
said Jane. Claire snapped out of her reverie, giggled, and said she 
was just thinking about a TV programme last night.  They started 
discussing it and the time passed till they had to go back to the 
lab. 

Back in the lab, Claire went and got the new compound, got Laura to 
bring her some skin samples and went through the application 
procedure.  An hour later, they came back, along with Jane, to find 
that, this time, it had worked perfectly.  The compound had been 
absorbed, the redness of the dermatitis had gone, and there was 
only a sort of translucence to show the compound had been applied.  
With a clear gel transmission medium, they could now pass the 
compound on to the testers, who would use actual dermatitis 
sufferers, after rechecking her data to ensure there were no 
obvious side effects.  The women were pleased. Months of work had 
gone into this product, and it had been hard work because the 
active ingredients were difficult to work with. Claire now moved on 
to thinking about the 'other' compound.  She knew she had to move 
onto to another product, but thought she could investigate the 
strange results in her spare time. 



(2) 

A week later, Claire had decided that she could not reveal this 
'discovery', if that is what it was. The implications of a product 
which could make skin vanish were too broad.  She knew the military 
would love it, but so would criminals - imagine an invisible 
burglar or rapist.  She was beginning to feel like a character out 
of the X Files!  First, she had reasoned, she must find out how to 
reverse the process. Secondly, she had to erase that particular set 
of data from the company network.  That would be difficult and she 
hadn't worked out how to do it yet.  But do it she must - if the 
product was successful, there would be an investigation which would 
reveal its other properties, when combined in the right way.  

Still, she had at least eighteen months to solve that problem. It 
would take the testers a year, and then marketing six months, to 
get the product out. Thirdly, she had to work out if the product 
would affect anything else, other than skin. Fourthly, and most 
importantly, she had to detect the exact reason for the effect. 

Within a few weeks, Claire had found an 'antidote'.  She had also 
found that the product affected most things that it was smeared on.  
Taking a sample home she had found that it worked on clothes, and 
any other fibrous materials, leather, and a lot of plastics.  It 
did not seem to have the same effect on metal, though.  She even 
tried it on herself, walking around for days with a small 'hole' on 
her inner thigh to test for any dermatological reaction.  There was 
none, it seemed perfectly safe.  Knowing that most compounds will 
have some sort of side effect, she worried at first - then she 
realized the invisibility *was* the side effect.  The antidote she 
had prepared also worked on all the materials she tried.  At least 
two of the four problems were solved! 

(3) 

It took Claire six months before she found out what the substance 
(which she now called Invisia) had done.  Invisia changed the 
reflective properties of the material it covered, and light was 
reflected in a band not visible to the human eye.  She found that 
an infrared source would produce a glow in the shape of the treated 
material.  She even tried it on a bra and giggled when she saw her 
bar glowing ghostly and unsupported in the middle of a table! 

She had one further thought. If Invisia worked by application, 
could it work by ingestion - could she develop a tablet, or an 
injection, which would have the same effect?  By now, she was 
spending all her spare time on this, even coming into the lab at 
weekends.  One or two people noticed and made some comment, but 
nobody said anything further as all her other work was fine.  
However, it left her no time for socializing, or for anything else.  
She was using her house mainly as a kitchen and somewhere to sleep, 
except for the time she spent in her own little lab, down at the 
bottom of the garden.  She knew she was obsessed, but thought that, 
when she had discovered everything she could about Invisia, things 
would go back to normal. 

As far as work went, her assistants didn't notice anything. She had 
told them that she couldn't solve the problem with that original 
batch and that she had decided it wasn't worth the effort and had 
ditched it.  After all, the second compound had worked, and they 
were working on something else now.  Jane and Laura seemed to 
accept this and, now, seemed to have forgotten all about it, 
immersed as they were in developing non-allergenic skin patches for 
drug delivery. 

Claire took another six months to develop an injectable that 
worked the same way as the original compound.  She had tagged 
Invisia with a chemical marker to ensure it only affected body 
surfaces.  She had tested this as far as she could, but really 
needed a live volunteer. She couldn't test it at the labs, for 
obvious reasons, so she elected to test it on herself at the 
weekend.  She removed two of the new air pressure injectors from 
the labs and took them home.  One she would fill with Invisia, and 
one with the antidote. She had made large batches of both compounds 
now, and found that they had a shelf life of about six months if 
she refrigerated them, so she had the time and availability she 
needed for some longer-term tests. 

The weekend arrived and Claire was really excited.  She had planned 
to get up early Saturday morning, shower, breakfast and try out 
Invisia.  She was a little nervous, so just had some toast and 
coffee. Then she made the trip down to her home lab.  Her lab was a 
much smaller version of the one at work, and without the expensive 
equipment, but fairly well equipped. Most importantly, she had her 
workstation with a copy of the compound designing software on it.  
She filled each 'syringe', as she had planned.  Lifted the first 
one to her arm, and pressed.  With a whoosh of air, she injected 
herself. 


(4) 

She sat down and waited.  She couldn't feel anything happening.  
But she looked down and realized that she couldn't see her arms, her legs,
or her hands.  Yes, there was 'something' stopping her seeing through
them, but that something was hazy and insubstantial.  Grabbing the
antidote (slightly difficult, as she couldn't see where her hand was),
she ran up to the house to look in her full-length mirror.  When she got
to the house, she hoped nobody had seen her.  They would have got a fright.
Looking in her mirror, all she could see was a blouse and skirt floating in
midair and a pair of shoes on the floor.  She took her blouse and skirt off,
and all she saw was a bra and pair of panties. She stripped those off 
and, finally, there was nothing there.  She couldn't see through herself,
there was this ethereal 'something' blocking the view behind her, but to
all intents and purposes she was invisible.  She stood and stared for a
while.  It was incredible.  It worked!  She found that a feeling of power
surged through her, and with it, a sexual electricity that she hadn't felt
in months. 

She ran her hands over her naked body.  It was strange, but 
exciting.  She could not see what she was doing, but could feel her 
hands on her bare skin, almost as if a ghost was caressing her.  
She shivered with pleasure and saw a smoke-like shimmering in the 
mirror.  She pulled up a chair and sat down in front of the mirror.  
Although she couldn't see herself, that gave her a frisson of 
delight too.  She thought about Laura and Jane.  Then she thought, 
surprised, that she could go to a restaurant, like this, select a 
woman and masturbate in front of her, more and more thoughts, all 
sexual, crowded her mind as she caressed her body.  Her hands 
slipped slowly down her sides, gently tickling her skin.  They slid 
across her abdomen, stroking the fine hairs and softly slithered 
upward.  She began lightly fondling her breasts, making the already 
engorged nipples even harder, all the time watching the filmy light 
move ethereally in the mirror.  She could feel her wetness, and as 
the images of all she could do while invisible scorched through her 
head, she placed one hand on her clitoris, touching it lightly, in 
quick strokes, building up her excitement until... she exploded in 
a glorious orgasm, her body feeling electrified, her mind short-
circuited, and she collapsed in the chair replete.  The months of 
celibacy had been relinquished and the orgasm had shattered her. 

Later, she slowly got up and decided to give herself the antidote.  
She picked the hypo off her dressing table and watched in the 
mirror as she gradually came into view.  She hadn't realized the 
power she would feel and how it would affect her sexually.  Now she 
had to make plans.  What would she do with this?  In any case, she 
now had the perfect solution for the company computer system.  She 
could use the Invisia to enable her to slip into the network room at 
night and make all the alterations she needed.