Chapter 8: Erasing Time

We listened, we both cried and laughed hearing Rose’s story about living on the flat planet with the ranchers. She didn’t know exactly why she was left there early in life, that particular place. Perhaps it was to save her because the 6 sisters knew Margaret and Gene were the best. Rose had nothing to do with the Altruism that created a demise for her sisters.

I’d always understood the nymph sisters were timeless creatures and I assumed they existed forever as compared to our human existence on planet Earth. That’s all Humanity understands, but theirs is an existence so completely unlike ours. It really can’t be understood.

She said she was a nymph sister but was required to start all over in a strange environment which happened to be the flat planet where gravity only existed in the “Y” plane, in a completely odd manner which made no sense to me. But it would help explain why my ejaculations always felt like they were climbing, like honey bees always, by nature, rise when moving in the hive? But anyway, I really liked fucking on that planet. If given the choice I could spent the rest of my days there. And, I truly didn’t know how long I was supposed to live.

Rose began to tell of her history and I was all ears, what I was waiting for.

“It was truly very odd with that gravity not existing in either the “X” or the “Z” directions. As long as beings were embodied physically, as we are now, you didn’t dare wander too close to the edge. Nobody did as a rule because there was no feed for the animals there, plus it was ugly, a dead zone.

“So it was a prison of sorts and that’s why the ranch house was located in that kind of blind valley so you could feel safe there always. It also made it difficult because you couldn’t let the herd get too close to the edge. Sheep aren’t very smart. But the ranch always had good dogs.

“When the rancher family had to fire an employee on bad terms, it really rarely ever happened, but in the case of an impossible tough to control character, they were sent to the edge and, of course, few other than the rancher family knew exactly what would happen. The ranchers had some sort of minor control over that in their own regard so when the ex employee was handed their last pay and let out of the vehicle they were caught up in the absence of Y gravity and they disappeared off and over the edge of the planet into space, X, for good. Their fate was set. No one like that ever returned. It was never mentioned; the subject was closed. There was no real organized form of law otherwise but flat planet ranchers held together to support that mode of justice. Otherwise there would eventually have been utter chaos.

“Since I could not transition until my sisters were successful with returning balance to the current realm I was stuck here and I had to obey the rules of gravity, be their hired hand like the rest and sleep in the bunk house with men.

“So I grew up, a young nymph and by the age of what would be 12 on planet earth a group of surly ranch hands, new hires, had been eyeing me. Finally one night I was raped in the bunk house by six of them as they held me down and took turns. I fought them, I had strength but not enough at that age. And because they were successful they began to rape me time and again. I was the only thing available and easy, sleeping with them in the same room. No one outside heard my cries.

“They hurt me but not so much I couldn’t survive because I was a nymph after all and luckily I don’t have an anus which they grumbled about as they took advantage of me. They only had two places to stick their penises and one was my mouth. I didn’t bite them because I vowed to get them back for taking advantage of me. And I did. I let them get in deep debt for their horrible acts.

“By the time I was 16 I was about as strong as nymphs get which is a supernatural strength. I had been patient even acting like I loved fucking them all. I got creative and they were all in love with me, the idiots. You realize we nymphs will always have revenge and it will be the last if we so desire.

“So, taking my time I fixed them good, all them one by one and then I told the family how I had been raped in the bunk house for years. They loved me like I was their own and they took the one I claimed did it, remember one by one, and they gave them the ride to the edge. Six of those thugs all flew away. It was always the ride to the “X” plane. They were indeed X’d out for raping me and I didn’t make that change in the realm. The family did it so I was not ‘directly’ involved, not causing imbalance.

“The family referred to the demise of those characters as ‘X-planing to them’ just before they flew off. They actually thought that was funny. At that point Gene and Margaret wanted to adopt me, to protect me from any harm in the future. They were very upset that it happened. From that point on I lived with them, never went into the bunk house unless I wanted to and my step mom put an additive in the food to keep emotions subdued.”

“Were Raymond or Billy involved?” I asked.

None of the others listening knew anything about her planet life experience but Rose said, “No. They were beat up for voicing opposition when the characters were raping me and the owner’s son just watched. Of course the family didn’t X him off the planet. But as you know Tom he’s mentally not right.”

I didn’t ask Rose if she had anything to do with his lame nature. I left that be. She explained how Raymond and Billy always took care of her and even hid her at times so she could avoid being attacked. We all had tears in our eyes hearing about the abuse and my heart ached terribly. “Because you came here with me Tom I am now free. You took that chance and you have sacrificed for me by transitioning. I will always be indebted to you especially while you’re gone. You can add to saving the sisters with me, number 7.”

Gone? I looked at Rose wondering. “Gone where?”

Branch and Fern appeared into the circle of we listeners from where I didn’t see. None of the sisters where at the party, prior. Now it was the wee hours of morning and they were present.

[It had been such a long time and they both, especially Fern, looked as though she needed me to make love to her]

They sat down next to me and began to explain something I didn’t want to hear. “Because amends will be made for your intrusions in other realms you are required to again return to life in your past, a time of adjustment, a return to balance, a shift.”

I was shocked. The last time this happened to me I had to relive a portion of the past but it seemed fairly short. “This time your return will be more delayed. You are to start your life again at about age 16. You will be you as you are now, same mental state but physically a teenager prior to the dairy summer. Be careful not to change too much about your path in life. We’ll see you when you get back and good luck.” “But what about my family, kids, my wife and...”

Suddenly I was standing in what had to be very early morning. It was the old neighborhood where I grew up. I looked around. It was about two blocks from my home and I was totally naked standing in the middle of the street. Sure I was used to being livestock, no clothes, but this was different and I remembered what Fern just told me. She wasn’t kidding. I had no recourse but to run hoping not to be caught with nothing on until I got re oriented.

Trying to remember things, as they were, I ran to turn up the alley behind our home and started up the gravel two rut way running behind the two rows of houses. The gravel hurt on my feet, which was a surprise, but I kept the pace from sheer fright. When I arrived at the back gate to our yard I saw the makeshift tent I’d built to sleep in. So I got in and found clothes. I covered up in the blankets and waited not knowing what time it was but it was obviously real early.

What took place next was trying to remember enough about my life to make a fair representation of me back then. About 15 years old, maybe 16, it happened to be close to the summer solstice and I was not in school.

I was working at a print shop downtown during school and getting more hours during the summer off. I had to be 16 because I realized I had a license to drive but no car. I loved playing music but was too shy to do it in public. I laughed to think I’d just run around in public in the nude but it was different. I arrived that way because I was a god of Nature, livestock, but maybe not at the moment. How would I know?

I had to remember about the religious stuff, parochial high school and YUCK! I was hating that already. The odd thing, and kind of frustrating, was how horny I was. I looked at my penis and it was quite large. “Oh fuck!” If I played with it a little it got stiff and really stuck out. It was exactly like the sisters made me. How come they kept that while sending me back? There was good and bad in that. Gremlins, it figures, they were challenging me.

Summer came after solstice and I was working every day and sometimes Saturday. I really was secretly in love with the print shop boss’s secretary. She was gorgeous, married and I knew flirted with me teasing because she thought it was funny to see me blush.

I dreamed about her, even masturbated dreaming about her. And when I originally lived my life, prior version, I had a regular sized penis. Now it was my livestock size and jacking off created a whole bunch of gizem versus back then. I had a lot of cleaning up to do in order to fantasize doing her in my bedroom. I decided to do it in the upstairs bathroom.

I even did it in a bucket as much as I could and then dumped it out the window, from two stories up, on the slant of the shed roof over the kitchen. That was a problem if I did it there too much. It clogged the gutter a bit after making the roof real clean. So I also used the window in my room. Not surprised, I noted the plants below and even the strip of grass grew luxuriously. My dad always had a thing about his lawn trying to make it perfect. He couldn’t figure out why things grew so well where I dumped my gizem, but of course he didn’t know about the gizem and I fertilized his garden with it at night.

I, again, switched to doing it in the bathroom over the toilet trying to aim in the water without creating a tidal wave after I’d tried the shower stall but almost caused a flood plugging the drain. But masturbate, I had to or lose my mind.

And finally it was time to go back to school in the Fall, don the uniform I hated and set off to ride the public transportation to get there. I so hated school and it was a long ride on the smelly bus.

Only two years of high school left I was a junior. At least I wasn’t an under class person.

My first class was a study period and the nun presiding was the same one who gave me a hard time before. She would call me out while I studied at my desk and she would claim I was doing something I wasn’t. I wasn’t doing anything except thinking bad thoughts about her. She would say I’d better shape up or she would make me stay with her after school. I just shuddered to think. And I had to go to work right after my last class. She was such a putz.

[Crazy imagination, possibilities, down in the boiler room]

On further thought I wondered what she would make me do after school. Giving it more thought I would worry she was going to get me to do something which might cause imbalance like if I fucked her which I wouldn’t pass up if the opportunity came.

[From the past, when I was actively The Lover Of Goddesses, and more often than you might think I’d service a nun; it was very important to be discreet, never any conversation while we fucked, only once cunnilingus successfully]

Yeah, given the chance I would take the opportunity to have sex with a grouchy nun. I thought the gremlin sisters would be proud of me. After that, having none, the ‘nun’, would not be an option because she would become a done nun and I would really try to put a smile on her face. I liked to dwell on that but I wondered if she was mind reader. And then I wondered if there was some chance she was a nymph plant in the school hierarchy. How would I ever find out. Well, I could just go ahead and fuck her.

It was then I noticed one girl who was very familiar but not from memory of those times. She didn’t seem to fit. I stared at her and then noticed that nun was glaring at me so I quickly put my face back in my book. I started making mental love to her to see if she could read those thoughts.

During lunch I approached the young nun because she was alone and even as shy as I was I felt compelled to ask her something. “Do I know you?” She smiled at me and indicated to follow her around the corner into the breeze way. We stood and looked at each other and it dawned on me, “You’re Rose!”

It was, and she was supposed to be like a kid my age now, 16. But she looked striking in her nun habit. I guess that made sense. After all she was actually a sister nymph and going to parochial school? “What’s going on?” I asked.

“They have allowed me to be with you as a monitor.” “Does that mean you have to spy on me so I don’t mess up?” “Not exactly. They worry about your propensity for sex, something you were not responsible for gaining. So I’m supposed to make sure you don’t fuck up, so to speak. So, you feel horny?” “YES! You fucking right I feel horny.” “Okay, I’ll let you know what’s okay, and what’s unbalanced.” “Alright. I guess it’s better this way than leaving me and my penis to their own designs.”

“We’ll talk and get together later,” she said. “We have to be careful not to get caught doing anything nasty as labelled by current social mores.” “Oh Fuck!” I growled. “And you have to watch out using bad language too. This is in the past when things were quite different.” “I have a question for you then. What would happen if I fucked a nun, here, at school?” “The results would be minimal most likely. She would not be impregnated, no kids, and you would have to make her understand who you really are so there would be balance in her regard. And it would actually help the maintenance if you became lovers.” That’s really crazy I thought to myself. “No, it’s not crazy. She has made a vow of chastity regarding those of her species and you are not that anymore. You are livestock and anyone can use you.”

I felt really bad about causing the conflict with Nature over my saving Ember and Febe from cannibalism. That’s another realm in this developing story.

I didn’t think I would ever feel otherwise, but now I had to relive my teen years which I didn’t like regardless. But I could find some solace in knowing Rose was near. I wondered where she was going to live and stuff like that. And then I remembered she was now transitioning on her own. Basically she was just commuting to work, transitioning. She could get word back to my wife. We could do like letters from home. Lucky her. She could transition to Sylvia’s for parties, anything she wanted. I’ll explain Sylvia’s after a bit.

After my last class I walked out of school and down two blocks to catch the first bus of two for downtown. A couple of transfers would put me on the bus that stopped by the print shop and I would put in my three hours of work during weekdays. I rode home with my dad when he was finished working. His office was the floor above the print shop. We wouldn’t get home until it was late sometimes and I didn’t get much time for homework. But I retained supernatural skills making doing homework too easy.

I noticed Rose following me so when I was waiting for the first bus I asked, “Where are you living?” “With you.”

Problems shot through my mind, a girl living with us? Where would she sleep, eat, stuff like that? My parents, what would they say? Etcetera. She explained what I already knew but simply didn’t put together, “transitioning”. “Oooh, right.” She could also be invisible. She could go attend a party at Sylvia’s in the future and be back in time for school. What an interesting situation. “I sure wish I could go with you.”

“Yes,” she winked. “You recall how my sisters required almost none of the food humans eat.” In fact they didn’t need any of it if unavailable. “We do need something to vitalize ourselves if you recall.” “Yes, I do. You guys eat gizem and lots of it.” “That’s right and there’s only one source of it. YOU ARE IT. The way I see it I can get all I need, say, at night while we’re in bed. You see?” “I sure do.” “Yes, there will be plenty and you get your penis sucked on too Mr. Masturbater. It saves you from having to toss all that good giz out the window.” She laughed. I was relieved.

When I got on the bus, paid and sat down there was no Rose. I sat alone and another girl from school got on after me and she was one of the girls with a bad reputation for having sex with another kid who was notorious for seducing girls so he could have his way with them. She was rather shy however and I felt sorry for her having to deal with private school snobs and the mocking they would hand out. They said terrible things about her and she probably only did it once. And it was that notorious jerk who liked to brag about doing it after the fact.

Suddenly I felt somebody right next to me and it was Rose. I jumped. I looked around to see if anybody was looking because suddenly she was there and I doubted she paid the fare to ride. “What?” I said looking at her. “No worries. I’m just riding along so I can be with you.” “And you are going to work with me?” “Yup.” “You’re going to be invisible right?” “Most of the time depending on how much love you give me,” she laughed.

“I see you thinking about that girl up front. I see you feeling sorry for her because of her reputation. She made love with somebody, right?” I nodded “yes”. “You want to fuck her right?” “I don’t need to do that. I really do feel sorry for her. I know what lonely means. I’m a loner at heart.” “I think we better eventually hook up with her and show her what real loving is like, not like that dumb pecker who fucked her before.” “Oh Rose I can’t think about that now.” “Okay but we have time, lots of it.”

That worried me. Lots of time was not what I wanted, remaining as young me.

When I got off the bus she was gone, invisible, whatever. I didn’t feel her near me until I was in the back room melting lead for new type set. It was an old fashioned printing process using lead type and I had to take all the old lead back into a tight unventilated room with pictures of naked ladies all over the walls, start up the gas fired smelter to melt the lead as I cleaned off the dirt from the floating residue coming to the top of the body of molten lead.

It was hot dirty job and probably very unhealthy but it was what it was. Low person on the job, rookie, was responsible for the grubby work.

I took my shirt off and went bare chested because of the high heat. I sweated. But Rose appeared, then disappeared, but was teasing me rubbing me all over and I was getting horny as hell while trying to remember I had to turn on the water to the water jacket before making the lead ingots, the water cooling the process and keeping the mold from cracking. Rose wanted to fuck me in there but there was no swinging door for cover. The entrance was permanently wide open to the shop.