27 Reasons to Enjoy Light – Chapter Three

27 Reasons to Enjoy Light – Chapter Three

At first I just stood still taking in what I just witnessed, then began walking towards Ligh not entirely sure of what happened. I cautiously looked around, thankfully there was no one to be seen anywhere, turning back towards Ligh, I couldn’t help but notice that she had some how also escaped my sight.

I stood in disbelief, after what I just observed, the whole planet just became empty, and Ligh had vanished in the time it took me to check behind me. She skips fast, but there is no possible way she made it to her dorm in such little time. I kept walking towards her dorm, I wasn’t even sure what room she stayed in…. how hard could it be to find her?.. I picked up my pace with almost every step.

I heard someone whisper the word “Stop” almost falling forwards as I did so.

After regaining balance, I started to look around, but saw no one, I fill I am crazy, turning my head to check behind me yet again. I see nothing, so I begin slowly taking a step forward, when I started to fill something grasp around my leg, and before I could look down to see what it was, I had already been pulled to the ground.

“Sit” she said, as I felt her press, her finger against my forehead.

I started to open my mouth to ask a question, to no avail. Decided to look around, but it felt like my head was stuck to her finger, and no mater how hard I tried, nothing moved, Besides closing my eyes because, I was afraid wouldn’t be able to open them again I tried every movement possible. I sat unable to move as people would walk right pass us. My imagination was going crazy, It was almost as if I could fill them, so much so, I could mentally picture them as they walked passed, yet I couldn’t actually see them. Finally after countless students passed, the sun finished it slow graze over the horizon, In the longest, unromantic way possible.

Then, right as I could no longer fill the pressure on my forehead, my eyes blinked, and after what seemed like an eternity I regained the ability to move. Lifting my hands to rub my eyes has never felt so nice, after a little bit of work, I looked up to see the outline of Ligh become more and more visible as my eyes dilated in the darkness.

“ I told you to stop “ she said, as she looked towards my crotch. “Now look at you”

Only then did I realize I had wet myself. It must of happened while I was unable to move, I tried to recall when it happened, but could not. I touched the side of my damp blue jean shorts in disbelief. They were cold, but almost dry, so it had been awhile since it happened, and thankfully it was quite unnoticeable now. Remembering how this all started in the first place, I looked back towards Ligh with questions written all over my face.

“Do you believe in magic?” she asked
“Not really.. I mean before a few hours ago, I would of denied it could ever exist” I said, even though I was questioning myself in the process.

“Good, ” she smirked
“If you was naive enough to think it did, I was going to tell you I was a wizard from Hogwarts”

We both smiled, but it was still silent, I waited for an explanation.
{ WARNING –> Far Fetched Logic ahead, just skim over it , Someday I will be able to make the story flow better }

“Do you have that note from this morning?” she asked me

Turning red, I reached for my note book to get out the sticky note that she wrote on. Then put my notebook down and held out the pink star shaped sticky note.

“Now what?” I asked

I watched her finger as it approached my forehead,

“look” she said

I wasn’t sure what to expect looking down at the pink star. But I guess I expected something a bit cooler then just her name“Ligh”. She removed her finger from my forehead, and just like that the first 2 letters of her name disappeared, leaving only the “gh” once again.

“Make sense?” she asked

“Is this because I was spelling your name wrong?” I asked remembering that I had been spelling it wrong.

“It was, but do you understand how it works?” she asked again

“No, is it magic?” I asked with a hint of sarcasm, unable to figure out the trick.

“No” she said very sharply, making clear that she was irritated by the way I asked.

Spite being fueled by the irritation in her voice, I still could not come up with a way for this to work, maybe it is a illusion, or was it just a special sticky note? Then how could her touching my forehead cause the sticky note to change? No.. it can’t be an illusion, but what else could it be? no ideas seemed to make sense, I was missing something really obvious.

“I give up” I said and waited for her response.

I could hear the triumph in her voice, after the small victory, when she began to explain

“Our body is mostly water, and when I touch your forehead your brain resonates to the sound waves that my ears pick up. When the brain has access to these sound waves, you can sense.. the 4rth dimension?” she paused then asked “does it make sense now?”

“Kinda” I said, but not really understanding it at all.

She slowly moved her hand up to the side of her face, and pulled back her hair, revealing that her ear was far from normal. It rose almost to a point at the top, and was slightly taller than normal, and revealing that she didn’t have any piercings, with out regard to knowing I was going to question if it was fake, she grabbed my hand and placed it against her ear, I ran my fingers down the side of her ear filling the cartilage underneath, everything about it was real, thinking about all the stories I heard of elf’s as a child I began to zone out…

She moved my hand away from her face, blushing, I wasn’t sure how long I had my hand there, but I was speechless.

“There is not many of us, we are human, and none of us really like being called an “Elf” (making air quotation marks with her hands) We don’t work for Santa and obviously we are not all short , but I am the tallest female that I know of”

“Any reason why?” I asked ..

“ I mean, like.. why so few?” I pondered full of genuine concern and curiosity

“I’m not really sure, but in the pass people were really judgmental and my family has a really ugly start… ” she abruptly stopped for a moment, looked down her shirt , let out a sigh, then continued

“The story is that some dying old man had an affair with his grand daughter a really long time ago. The old man died clueless about the pregnancy and to top it off the grand daughter was mentally ill and really sick herself. Somehow she ended up giving birth. The baby was going to be given away at birth, but no one would take him, because he was born mutated and blind. His mother lived long enough to teach him how to beg, and against all odds, the blind beggar learned how to walk, talk, and ended up having 2 children of his own, but he didn’t even have a name.”

“He then fell in love with the Mayors daughter, because she call him Simon, and the two of them ran off together, Sadly, years later he returned to the town with only 2 twins, after leaving them at someone’s door, he was caught and was hung for the kidnapping and murder of his own wife, because his name was Simon.”

“Then about 200 years later , when looking for evidence to convict a lady for witch craft, her pointy ears got brought up in trail, Someone connected it Simon, who must have been a witch, and it had to run in the family, and that was all the proof people needed.”

It was silent for a couple seconds

“So I guess growing out their hair to cover up their ears didn’t help them to much ” I asked

“Yeah, it was just plain stupid, I will never ever understand how people could think like that.”

“So how do you know all of that is true?” I asked

“It is a story passed down generation to generation, I think it has a lot of truth to it” she said

“That’s quite a bed time story” I said.

“Actually, its only told if it has to be” she said

“Like my mom was waiting hoping I would be able to grow up normal, but one day I noticed she had the name Simon on her arm, and my Dad’s name was Mike. I remember asking her about it, but I don’t remember what she told me. Basically something along the lines of : wait till I was older. At first I was really scared because I would catch my mother crying really frequent. When she told me, I realized she just wanted me have a normal life , but I was already far from normal.”

“ Eventually I begin to hate my life, my ears were getting big and ugly, and my parents wouldn’t let me get a hair cut, and to top it off..”

She paused as she looked down, reminding both of us how this conversation began..

“I was having accidents during the day, but that’s another story”

I didn’t want to ask, but I was curious, and I couldn’t think of anything else to say. Almost as if to cut me off she placed her arm out so that here forearm was facing up, and touched my forehead once again, I felt the letters form on her forearm, spelling out the name “Simon.” When she pulled her hand away from my forehead the letters did as well , like the sticky note from before.

“At age 12, my mother taught me how to move to the other dimension, as a way to hide, and on my 13th birthday, she branded the name Simon on the Top Eln of my forearm.”

“On the Top Eln?” I curiously interrupted

“Its one of the 6 half planes that exist in both 3rd and 4rth dimensions” she answered

I have to look completely clueless trying to figure this out..

“what?” I asked unable to come up with a better question.

“There are more then 6 half planes in the 4rth dimension, but only 6 of them overlap with the 3rd dimension, because of this, if you can access one of the 6 half planes, you can see the other 5. The access points are known as Elns, and are not visible to the naked eye, but can still be seen by touch. You don’t really see the name on my arm, but your brain perceives it as if though you do, but that can only happen in planes that overlap with what we can see. Our brain is unable to interpret anything beyond the overlapping areas.”

She finished, as she broke off a handful of grass from the earth.

“So, then how did you move me earlier?” i asked

Moving her finger towards my forehead again, and dropping the grass on my lap in the process…

“When I touch you, the water in our bodies allow for vibrations to resonate between us, its very small, as your limited by my touch”

“Huh?” I asked

Again she reached for my arm this time placing my hand over her forearm right on top of the invisible name. I felt a chill run down my spine, as I felt the letters underneath my fingers, even though her skin had no visible marks. I sat their dumbfounded I was touching her, but why couldn’t I see?

“Don’t try to comprehend it, you can’t” she said, noticing my confusion.

Don’t try to comprehend it??? How could I not? She just showed me when she touched me I could see, but If I touch her I can’t .. what changed?

Grabbing my attention, she pressed her hand up on my chin guiding my eyes into hers, and said with the utmost concern.

“ You can see everything I can see, but I can hear and feel beyond what you can see, there is really no way for you to understand, it is that simple I promise. My dad almost drove himself crazy trying to understand me and mom” “it’s not worth driving yourself crazy over.”

“Why tell me of all people?” I asked hoping it was not just coincidence.

Playing dumb she answered “what do you mean, you almost kicked me earlier, I had to do something!”

“Sure you did” I said, as I collapsed backwards on the ground.

It was quite for a minute or two, and she was still sitting up, so I reached forward and grabbed the back of her pink netted vest, and pulled on it lightly. She turned around, and with an awkward smile she shook her head no.

“Come on” I pleaded, biting my tongue after I realized I was being completely oblivious to her condition, as my pants had dried long ago and the cent of freshly cut grass covered up up any foul odors lingering in the area.

She just sat there, with out moving, and I really felt like a jerk, if anything I should be going to her dorm room and getting her some fresh cloths…

But, then she let out a really deep exhale, and quickly leaned back, catching her head in her hands.

“This is lame” she said laughing

“ A little bit” I agreed but I was happy

“Not the stars silly” she said “ me”

“ nuu-uh, your super cool” I argued

“Oh yeah, because cool girls have accidents?”

“Well, guess that makes me a cool guy then” I fired back

“So about the accidents, you said its another story, does it have something to do with being..”
– I barely cought myself before saying “elf”,
“ uh your family?” I asked.

She looked over at with a smile “Elf” .. “You can say it”

“Just remember those are from German myths, and santa’s sweat shop, and that I’m real”

”It really is a dumb story, and should of never happened” she said

“Life gets everyone” I said trying to cheer her up,

“Not today, I mean my pass” she said, looking away from me before her face could turn red.

“Its late, my brain stopped working” I said trying to defend myself.

“wait, when was it working?”she jeered , but continued before I had a chance to respond

“When I was 5, I had a teacher who started doing inappropriate things to little boys in the kindergarten bathroom”

“I don’t know why, but all the boys thought it was normal a couple of the boys started talking about it around me and a other few girls. We told the boys it wasn’t fair they always got special treatment, and in the end,the teacher found out we knew, and added us to her routine, thinking it was fair no one said anything.”

“It only happened during bathroom breaks, the teacher would stand in the bathroom and watch you go at first, but over time she went from watching, to harassment, and I was scared what was next, so I stopped asking to go the the bathroom.”

“I would sit in my desk, and hold it in as long as I could, trying to make it to lunch or home, but that almost never happened.”

she let out a deep breath as she continued

“None of the little kids knew to say she was doing it, we all thought it was normal, and when my dad and mom would ask me why I was doing it, I would just beat around the bush, not on purpose, I just thought they knew and thought I would be in trouble for not doing it.”

“Finally I think my dad figured it out, but not wanting to say it, and unable to find a way to get me to say it, He talked my mom into sending me to a child’s psychologist. It took almost 2 weeks to get me in, with my parents calling multiple clinics a day and asking for if anything new had came open. Thankfully on my first visit, the psychologist manage to pull it out of me, and there was no kindergarten the following week.”

“But, I didn’t heal up as fast as I grew, and it was a struggle to just make it to the bathroom. Then in the 2nd grade I had my first real growth spurt and every time I would begin to get the urge to go, just as quickly as I could try to hold it, the urge would vanish and I would keep doing what I was doing and complete forget I needed to use the bathroom, until hours later .. when suddenly I would fill a sharp pain.. and yeah”

she stopped for a moment..

She pulled out a old looking stop watch from under her shirt, that was running, now at the 5 hour mark,
and holding it up she continued

“I got this when I was in the 3rd grade, and every time I felt the urge to go I was to press the [start] button, this helped me and my teachers keep track of my bladder, and saved me from the only other option”

“Now I am 18, and when I press the start button sometimes I don’t even have that” her voice starting to crack as she said it.

“My doctor told me I was legally incontinent, and it would only get worse..”

After a couple deep breaths she squeezed out “I was in the 8th grade then”

“I told mom, and stopped going to the doctor, I knew the stopwatch wasn’t really working anymore, and in middle school I would be late to every class, and even still had to use bathroom passes daily.”

“When I turned 13 I was always able to hide in corners, you know really hide, till my mom came and got me, or my dad which was always a scene”

crying, and laughing at the same she continued

“He would come into girl bathrooms, shout something like “I got a ding dong, no peaking” and if that didn’t give away my location, his boot always found me, there is no telling how many bathroom walls his boots have kicked looking for me”

“What if he actually kicked you?” I asked

“He did, many times, it was my own fault though, he knew what corners to kick first, to give me enough time to tell him to stop, only when I was being a selfish little brat did I end up with a boot flying to my side”

“Isn’t that like child abuse? I teased

“hah, I guess it was, but it gave us something to laugh about on the way home, and any day he actually had to kick me to find me.. was a day I needed something to laugh about”

It was quite, we both knew that the story was just a tangent , of the line in life that she was stuck on.

“so almost 6 hours ago was it?” I asked

“yeah, I was headed to the bathroom when no-name stopped me. With only a few minutes left for the lab knew I was fine, but you made me forget….”

-Cough- “I made you forget???” I asked

“mmhmm and untill I felt it(the stop-watch) against my chest going down the stairs, I wasn’t sure how long I had, but I thought I could at least get far enough way you wouldn’t have seen it happen”

“I didn’t see anything” I joked

But she was silent…

I moved my hand , now asleep across my body, and pushed myself up off the ground towards Ligh.

“I wouldn’t do that” she said grabbing for her stop watch

“Does the watch come with a tazer ?” I asked as I moved my leg over her legs, then my arm over her body, so that my body was completely hovering over the top of her.

“No, but I caught a cramp about 20 minutes ago, and your in danger being to close” she said smiling.

“Oh I am in danger?” “Maybe I need to get some protection?”
Her body stiffened from the shiver that rand down her spine at just the word, as she closed her eyes, followed by turning her face away and leaving me just hovering above her.

I looked down at her , not sure what to do… or what I could do…

My body lowered slowly as I descended the worlds toughest push up, and then I whispered softly

“Elf” …waited.. again, I whispered: “twenty seven”

I kissed her neck, respecting her decision to turn away, while laying my head on her chest.

I could fill her already begin to take in deep breaths as she fell asleep, so I closed my eyes, and listened to her heart beat.

Thump thump 1….thump….2…3..4….5…..5…….6 . . .

The End of 27 Reasons to Enjoy Light – Three.

If you want to read more stories about ABDL girls you can find a list here: Diaper Girls – Index