The beginning of May marked the absolute end of any semblance of cold features around me as everyone decided to switch over to the summer uniform. I dart around my eye, not witnessing a single full sleeved shirt, a sigh of relief escapes me.
According to the greatest minds of humanity, it was decided somewhere in June to be the official starting date of summer, as that is when is Sun is supposed to be at the highest point in the sky.
But for a visual learner, it was when everyone around stopped wearing their stifling clothes and shifted into something much more comfortable.
I feel like I could breathe again
Finally, Winter was over.
The usual bustling of the school goes on regardless of the seasons, and today was exactly the same as any other day.
The same teachers come to violate the chalk from a full-grown healthy object to a pile of dust on the ground, yell at the usual suspects in the class and leave before giving any homework if they feel like it.
I mindlessly scribble down the ancient text drawn on the chalkboard, turning my clean white notebook into a pool of blue and sorry attempts at rude, silly drawings.
A special bell rings, marking the beginning of chaos inside the classroom and outside in the halls. Food is a treasure that should be savored in silence, amidst all this noise the harmonic symphony sung by the flavors gets lost in the crowd, making oneself unable to enjoy the fruits of their labor.
Thus, I make my way to the usual spot behind the school building. Behind the school is the vast forest, the entrance to it shut off by large fences constructed to keep the student's curiosity locked. In front of such a fence, to the far right, stands a lonesome hut. Its sorry condition, evident by the small holes allowing just a sliver of sunlight to go through to its dark wood walls.
The most peaceful spot inside the pot of mess and overflowing energy.
I make myself comfortable on the grassy patch beside the wooden hut and finally open the lunchbox I meticulously prepared this morning. Two chapati along with some thinly sliced small bits of Cumin Potatoes along with a small bowl of sweet rice.
A simple and light meal that fills my stomach perfectly and provides me with all the necessary nutrients for a healthy growing body. Though my body has grown to a fine height of 5'8 alongside a healthy body fat percentage of 27, all the nutrients had unanimously decided to reach every cell of my body except for the lonely ones residing inside my breasts.
Though, I release a sigh of relief when I see older women suffer from back pains and be in an uncomfortable state when trying to run. Thankfully, I wouldn't have to suffer such a fate.
Thinking about such profound subjects, I finish my lunchbox and set it aside, closing my eyes and waiting for the bell to ring again.
Today was a peaceful day like another. The warm wind softly touches my face, begging me to morph into a sloth.
It was supposed to be such a day when suddenly a girl's voice called me out from behind.
My back was against the wooden hut's wall, behind that were supposed to be tall fence, the door to the hut was tightly shut by steel sheets. So was there someone in the forest?
A bit curious, I opened my eyes and slowly turned towards the origin of the voice. My head turns roughly 90 degrees and I witness a women's translucent head emerging from the wooden wall, her body from neck below submerged inside the wall.
In the sudden state of disbelief, I close my eyes and open them again. The strange women was still there.
My heart beat starts rising, I close my eyes and make sure to rub them rigorously. The strange women with long straight black hair was still here
My insides start shaking, I close my eyes and make an effort to open my mouth
[Young lady, I ask of you to not scream, such behavior is unbecoming of a proper lady]
Guided by her calm voice, my mouth shuts itself down before producing any sound.
I have questions, a lot of them really, not knowing which to start asking first, she cuts down my thoughts or questions at rationalizing with just a simple sentence
[The Young lady is seeing a ghost right now, an actual real ghost, since the bell is about to ring, I would like to quickly get to the point]
[There is a single reason why I decided to appear in front of you today]
I see, so she expects me to just accept her existence and let go off my entire built up worldview this very instant
But it is reality that this translucent figure of a grown woman is currently conversing with me. Sticking with my philosophy of seeing is believing, I stay true to my belief system and decide to accept her existence.
With the fundamentals cleared, the voice returns to me.
[Why does it matter if the school bell rings, if you are a ghost shouldn't you just continue speaking to me in the classroom]
[haahh? Look here, Young lady, I may be a ghost, but I'm not someone rude enough to ruin a child's learning time]
[Also, this part of the school is off limits after final bell. Thus, I must speak to you right now, immediately]
A well-mannered ghost...
I gulp down the thick saliva forming in my neck and slightly nod, urging her to continue
[My name is Aurora, I was killed two centuries ago by my entire village. My only regret before my body burned down to red ashes was my inability to confess to this certain girl and accept the fact that I was born a bit different from my peers]
and?
[You could show a little sympathy...UHH! I am getting distracted! ANYWAY! Because of that regret, I'm unable to leave this mortal realm and enter the sea of souls for reincarnation. Thus, I ask of you to help me get rid of this guilt that is binding me to this realm]
why me?
[It's simple, because you can see me. These past two centuries, there have been a few people who were able to see me, but they all ran away never to return, though the action is a bit rude, but I understand their fear. You, though, young Lady, are clearly different from those lucky few]
[Thus it is decided you must do as I say and help me get rid of the regret binding me to this realm, The only option is to accept, refuse and you may get to even experience the wrath of a guilt struck ghost for the first time as well]
Though her face was all smiles, I didn't detect any smiling matter or jokes in her very clear threats. But can she really do something crazy like that? Do I want to test it?
The answer to that was simple
[I understand, if it is something within my power]
The ghost smile deepens
...
Sitting back on the sofa in the living room, I fiddle through my phone, thinking back on the strange request the ghost women made
So ghosts are real huh, I guess those fanatics aren't completly wrong. Nah, if I were to make 1000 statements, a few of those has to come true at some point in time.
And the ghosts they describe are way scarier, they never talked about a lesbian ghost existing and anything related to her request
She wants me to help some closeted lesbians come out of their shell and bloom under the sunlight.
Since her goal is to get rid of her mortal body's guilt, it would make sense for her to think that by helping girls who now are in a similar situation as she was in all those centuries ago, it would help give her some kind of closure. By witnessing their bloom, by fulfilling her dream vicariously through these girls, she may be able to let go of this deep regret of hers
I think this might be similar to all these comments I'm seeing on this video. It's a family vlog video, and a lot of the comments are from old people telling the vlog family to do this and that, as if they are the ones who gave birth to this child in the video.
It's clearly not healthy behavior, but I don't know if they are happy behind these comments, and even if they weren't why would I care. I don't even know their faces.
Annoyance wells up within me as I throw my phone aside, contemplating on whether to accept her demand or not. I know she said stuff about haunting me if I refused, but from the way she talked before, I don't think she will actually do it. Though again I have only met her 5 minutes, so she could have been serious about the haunting
Hmm, should I discuss it with Acima? I could do that but thinking about all the explaining, words and energy I would have to waste to convince her of even the fact that I saw a ghost, let alone talk about her request.
hahhh, just thinking about that is getting me exhausted
As I continued contemplating, the lock to the front door came loose and the door opened to the sight of a fairly tall women, to be exact 6'1 coming inside and throwing her shoes inside the racket.
[Welcome home, Lily]
[Awwww!! My sweet sweet niece, I'm just so EXHAUSTED today! You know what happened today? OF COURSE, you don't! here, let me tell about the fragile heart of a maiden, like ME!!]
As she nears, her eyes sparkle with excitement, her animated gestures punctuating her words. She exudes a radiant aura of warmth and affection as she opens her arms wide and without hesitation plops on the sofa, trapping me in her loving, caring embrace. Her voice carries with a lively tone, brimming with excitement, as she passionately expresses her thoughts and feelings.
[Glenda you know Maria right!! That criminally cute witch with big BIG breasts!!]
Witch lady with big breasts, ah, she does often come here, usually on weekends. I never really talked with her since-
[Well guess what!! Your hot and super cool auntie finally gave her the duplicate keys to this house!!]
[oh, So auntie is actually serious for this one?]
[GHH!! THat look hurts!! Those squinting eyes tell me you don't trust my loyality to a women]
She expresses her dissatisfaction loudly while traping me further into her embrace and wiping fake tears off my white shirt
When suddenly she stops and touches our cheeks together and finally calms down to speak like a normal 30 year old women
[I actually think she's the one for me, entire time I'm with her not a single thought of infedility enters my sensitive heart]
I see, this is a first, so she's actually serious for a relationship this one time. Well I guess it was about time, she's not getting any younger each pasing day
So this Sister Maria managed to do what others in her place couldn't
[I understand, I will make genuine effort to talk to her]
[AHHHHH!! THANK YOU FOR UNDERSTANDING!!!! I want you to know how much this means to me]
[yes, yes now let me out of the prison, you stink of booze. Also I need to start preparing for dinner]
[AHAHAHAHA!! Well I guess I had a little to much in happiness. Alright let me take a quick bath!!]
She gets up before sneakily planting a kiss on my cheek and leave jumping around, same as she entered the house.
That was my aunt Lily, she's my mother's sister. My mother and father though died 5 years ago at the age of 40, leaving be behind in this world, all alone, they were really selfish.
Luckly, Lily took me in. Her financial situation was stable and she was also one of few people who's company I actually felt comfortable in. Thus the decision was easy.
For her work, she creates videos curated and designed specifically for a lesbian audience. Sometimes advice vlogs, sometimes a little sexy video as fan service, there were also a few amateur lesbian porn videos she shot alongside her several girlfriends from time to time.
Because of the nature of her work, it allowed her work from home most of the times, for which I'm thankful for, as it greatly helped me in the initial year to get adjusted to this new life and comfortably be able to call this small apartment of 2 rooms, 1 kitchen, 1 bathroom and a small living room by new home
As I chop down the vegetables for fried mix veg, I think becoming someone like Lily is what that ghost meant. Not neceserally the adult part, but someone who's open, extremely comfortable, even very proud of their body and themselves.
Hmm, If I imagine several girl like Lily who were instead repressing their feelings, I actually don't feel any motivation from it. These unkown girls are after all just that, unkown.
But If I think about it from another angle, more people like aunt Lily in this world might not be a bad thing.
Following that line of thought, a find a tiny speck of motivation bubbling inside me, but not enough to get me off my feet.
Ah, but if I'm actually thinking this much about this...
Eh, I guess I could just try. If it becomes boring I can just leave it behind like a tried and failed experiment
I wonder how many closets will be opened before I bore myself
