I had suspected for a long time that the world as we knew it was not all there was. It probably started simply enough with my interest in the supernatural, though not just ghosts and hauntings; I was fascinated by ESP, telekinesis, clairvoyance, you name it. As I got older and experienced movie series like The Matrix and Star Wars, I started thinking that maybe it wasn't really a "matrix" constructed to mislead us or "the force" binding together all living things but sort of a combination. I hypothesized that our current state is more of a fragile and imperfect larval stage before we ascend to a higher consciousness. With so many religions associating dying with ascending to Heaven or achieving Nirvana or reaching some other plane of existence, it kind of made sense that spiritual and religious leaders had figured out something similar and had tried to teach it. I also figured that authentic psychics and mediums had probably tapped into some aspect of it. The question was: could I tap into it as well or was there some specific trait that was required?
I was at the dentist having work done on a crown and, to distract myself during the procedure, I envisioned walking through amusement parks I'd visited during some of my vacations. I never felt as though I transcended my body, because I always knew what was going on around me in the dentist's office, but it got me thinking that it might be an exercise I could use to try to test my theories and I suspected it would probably be easier than trying to read minds or see dead people. As I got started, I was immediately reminded of Transcendental Meditation and wondered whether that movement initially had goals similar to my own before it was bastardized as it became a part of pop culture. I didn't sit cross-legged and utter a mantra, however; I found it easier to relax lying on my back. Unfortunately, I often dozed off before I made any progress. It took a while before I not only stayed awake but was both relaxed and focused enough to have a breakthrough.
Since there would be way too much detail to try to recall, I didn't begin my experiments with the amusement parks. To keep it simple, I focused instead on a location I knew well that would still be outside the walls of my home. I decided on the light rail station, since I stood there every morning waiting for the train and knew the details well enough. I lay in bed, closed my eyes and thought about what I'd be seeing if I was standing at the light rail station and, when I could actually smell the smells and feel a slight breeze, I knew it had worked. Of course this realization caused me to lose my concentration and I found myself opening my eyes lying in bed once again. I was smiling, though, because I had just proven, however briefly, one of my hypotheses. It was difficult to get my focus back after that and I ended up falling asleep once again before I could successfully return to the light rail platform.
The next night, after thinking all day about how to maintain my concentration and remain focused, I was once again lying in bed and found it a little bit easier this time to project myself out onto the train platform. Once I was certain that I wasn't going to end up back in bed, I started moving around, walking up and down the platform and looking around. I realized that I could feel the platform under my feet, which would make sense since I was lying in bed barefoot, but I didn't feel any kind of chill, either from the cool concrete or due to the fact that I was naked. When I looked down to confirm that I was actually naked, I realized that I couldn't see my body. This, of course, was a little bit unsettling but I remained focused, in part because I realized immediately how this could work in my favor. I wondered, however, whether my body was there but not visible or whether my body was not physically with me, even though I could feel it. I kind of suspected that it wasn't there, since it was probably still in my bed, but I knew an easy way to find out for sure. There were poles along the center of the platform for lights and to support the overhead catenary wires as well as a couple of shelters, so I just walked along, passing through each of them without feeling a thing.
My first thought following this confirmation was that I should go take a walk through the women's locker room at the rec center around the corner. My next thought was that the rec center was probably closed at that hour but that I could walk into pretty much anybody's house. There were definitely a few houses between the train station and my own home where I knew there were women I'd be interested in seeing naked. I decided to make my way toward home and see how things went at each of them. So my first reaction to making a monumental discovery about the way the universe works was to use it to see naked women. That's pretty much me in a nutshell.
Because I walked home from the light rail station every day, it felt perfectly natural as I embarked along my typical route. I suspected that I could probably kind of, to borrow a term, apparate and disapparate rather than walking but I figured I'd need to practice that a bit to see how difficult it might be. For the moment, I was fine with walking. As I rounded the corner and was contemplating which house to start with, I saw Megan coming toward me, walking her dog and heading for her house. It was late and she was still up so I figured there was a good chance I'd be able to observe her getting ready for bed, which was bound to involve nudity. I watched her enter her home through the front door then followed, passing through the gate then through the front door. She was hanging up the dog's leash and neither she nor her dog gave any indication that they even sensed I was there.
I wandered around her living room a little as she did a few things before starting to shut lights off. I followed her as she moved toward the back of the single-level house and turned lights on in her bedroom and the bathroom. She was wearing yoga pants and a light jacket, the latter of which she unzipped and stripped off inside her bedroom. Once she'd tossed the jacket on a nearby chair, the remainder of her clothes were shed pretty quickly. She was wearing a tank top under the jacket, which she yanked up and off, tossing it into a laundry basket in the bottom of her closet, then pushed her yoga pants down. She kicked them into the laundry basket as I admired her in just a bra and bikini panties, my cock fully rigid that quickly. She had just the right amount of curves and her tits were on the larger side of average so I wasn't even blinking as she reached back to unfasten her bra. As it slid down her arms and her tits barely dropped, I was already wondering whether I could feel them without her feeling me feeling them.
Her areolas were on the larger side but her nipples weren't hard at that moment, though I hoped to see them in that state at some point. She hung her bra up, presumably because she'd be wearing it again, then slid her panties down. I watched her tits swinging as she leaned forward before my eyes were drawn to her trim, dark blonde bush. She kicked her panties into the laundry basket and grabbed a nightshirt, pulling it on and covering her nudity. I hung around a little longer, just watching as she did her final ablutions before going to bed but not seeing any more nudity or any self-pleasure. Instead of walking the rest of the way home or visiting anyone else, I focused on returning to my body and, when I opened my eyes, I was back in bed. The strange thing was that, when I glanced at the clock, it didn't appear that any time had passed. This was strange, not only because I'd been out of my body for a fair amount of time, but also because I'd seen what time it was at Megan's house on her clocks. Of course my first thought was that I could go back over and watch her get undressed again, which would undoubtedly be just as enjoyable as the first time had been, but I knew that I'd want to touch or lick her or, at the very least, stroke my cock. Now that I knew that I could travel without my body, I needed to figure out a few other things, such as whether I could touch or be touched or if I could make myself visible or solid in another location. So much to experiment with.
Chapter Two
Realizing that I could leave my body then return at the exact moment I'd left, regardless of how long I'd been gone, was major, especially when it came to practicing and perfecting this ability. I didn't have to wait until I'd gone to bed to work on it; I could take a break during my workday, go to a focus room and, within half-an-hour or so, spend hours outside of my body, traveling to different places and trying out different things. It wasn't long at all before I was able to close my eyes and focus on a location then just be there. I practiced navigating through various environments, both invisibly and visibly. I worked on feeling and moving things while invisible, including determining whether people could feel me touch them, which it turned out I had control over. I discovered that, while I was visible outside my body, I could modify my appearance, so I practiced that as I stood before a mirror, which was pretty freaky.
