I Can Show You The World

I closed the apartment door behind me and looked out across the city landscape. I could see other apartment buildings close by and the rest of the city beyond. In the greater distance I saw hills and mountains.

I stood there with my hands on the railing and fantasized about where I could go and what I could do. The morning air was refreshing, even with the usual scents of the city. I looked down and wondered if I should attempt to float or fly down to the ground.

The thought made me a little nervous, so I put that idea off until I got used to this power.

I also wondered if I should try teleporting to another place. There were so many places I wanted to go. Different ideas for sexy shenanigans were flying around my head. I could visit Japan like I’ve always wanted to. I could go to France, Spain and Italy. Russia, China, Australia. I could see the Pyramids in Egypt.

I wondered if I could make certain people appear. Like celebrities and models. Or K-pop idols. Or even characters from anime and games. That... phew... that idea was a lot actually. There were so many characters that I wanted to fuck. One that came to mind was 2B from Nier Automata.

I shuddered with arousal at the thought.

I was undecided on what to do when I heard a noise to my left.

I turned to look and saw someone leaving their apartment. It was a girl in a uniform. The same uniform that Mia and Karen were wearing yesterday. This girl had short black hair and pale skin, and when she turned enough in my direction, I could see that she had black lipstick on.

I was intrigued.

The girl turned towards the direction with the elevator, and I followed.

I jogged for a moment to catch up to her, but then remembered that I didn’t have to run anywhere anymore.

I simply appeared next to her.

It was a little confusing at first. Being in one spot, then suddenly being in another, but I shrugged it off and walked beside this girl with the black lipstick. As we walked together, I looked over at her face and saw that she wore black eye-shadow and mascara. I looked down and saw her nails were painted black.

This girl was a goth. Or emo, or some other kind of alternative style.

Goth girls were pretty hot. And this one was in a school uniform too, so she had the pleated skirt, a white shirt, a tie and a blazer. For leg wear she had on short black socks and some basic school shoes.

Her legs looked delicious in that short, pleated skirt. And her face looked really cute, especially with all the goth make-up on. I wanted to watch those black lips wrap around my cock and dribble cum out from the corners. I wanted to witness her mascara and eye shadow become ruined by tears. Problem with that was that these girls didn’t **** in this world, so instead, I would ruin the make-up by cumming all over her face.

We walked into the elevator, and I stood next to her as she pressed the button for the ground floor. I turned to her and observed her some more. Her breasts looked to be a medium size and she was barely as tall as me. She also had a few earrings on. There was a stud in the lobe and two rings up along the outer edge.

I stepped closer and reached out to touch her lips. The black lipstick didn’t come off easily.

I stared closely at her face as we went past the sixth floor and randomly flicked her nose with my middle finger. It was a hard flick. The sort that would get some kind of pained reaction and indignation.

Nothing.

She just stared ahead with a bored look. A look I had seen on a lot of these emo kids growing up.

Just for the stupid fun of it, I used my other hand to grab her by the hair and pull her head back, forcing her to look at the ceiling. Her mouth naturally opened a little at that angle. I then shoved two fingers into her mouth and finger blasted her throat. There was a wet schlucking noise, but the girl didn’t look the least bit put out by it. She just continued to look bored as she now stared at the roof of the elevator.

I stopped and put her head back down. I looked at the wet saliva on my fingers and rubbed them on her blazer sleeve. I then got behind her and knelt down with my face inches away from her butt. I pressed my face right up against her and rubbed back and forth. Her cheeks were soft and squishy. I lifted the skirt and saw her bubble butt in a black pair of panties. They looked basic rather than risqué, but they were still cute.

I leaned in and rubbed against her butt again, with the skirt out of the way. I rubbed my hands up and down her thighs. I pressed my nose into the crack of her butt really hard and motor-boated her cheeks like an idiot. I then moved over to lick the back of her thighs, sucking on the skin and biting her to see if I could leave a hickey on her thigh.

I backed away and only saw the bite indentations. The skin was a bit red, but no hickey marks were forming. Interesting.

I gave her thigh a big smack and saw the red hand-print. It faded away slowly as I would have expected. I looked up and saw that we were on the second floor now. We hadn’t stopped for anyone else, so it was a straight shot down to the ground floor.

I got up and stood next to her again. I kept my hand on her butt though. Why wouldn’t I?

The elevator stopped and we walked out into the apartment building lobby. I watched as this goth girl walked over to a wall of lockers and put in a code for one of them. She opened the small locker and saw that nothing was inside, then closed the locker and continued walking to the entrance.

These lockers must be for letters and other mail.

I followed the girl outside and began to wonder why I wasn’t seeing any other schoolgirls. I checked the time and saw that it was only seven forty. It would be around that time that I would have been getting up or getting in the shower when I went to high school.

I turned to the girl I was walking with.

“Hey, what’s your name?” I asked.

She glanced at me and said, “Grace.”

Even her voice sounded a little emo. She went for a tone similar to Raven from Teen Titans. And it was funny that her name was Grace, considering the definition of the word and the goth lifestyle that she was going for.

“Cool.” Was all I said.

I was still touching her butt but had to stop so I could get my phone out. I did my new magical mumbo jumbo to add her details to my phone and saw her name, number and address appear on screen.

I put the phone away and wondered if I should continue following this girl to school. I had already visited my old school the previous day and had fun. I wasn’t against going to another high school. The uniforms always made the girls cute and fuckable and there was a chance to see Mia and Karen at the school this goth goes to. I did need to try them out at some point since they were the first girls I saw in this dream world.

But there were so many things to try out now that I knew how to manipulate this world. I now had this girls' contact info, so I could meet up with her literally whenever I wanted. And I could see Mia, Karen and their mother whenever, as well.

So, the argument was in favor of me letting this girl go while I went and did something else. I was decided.

As a parting gift to myself, I stopped the girl by grabbing her hand. Which, by itself felt nice to do. She stopped and looked at me with no expression. No confusion or open-ended questioning look. She just patiently waited there with her hand in mine.

I stepped closer and said, “Kiss me.”

Without any preamble, Grace leaned up and put her lips to mine. Her black lips had an odd texture and taste but when I stuck my tongue into her mouth, I was rewarded with her reciprocation. She rubbed her tongue on mine and returned the French kiss. I wrapped my arms around her waist, just under her backpack and held her tightly. I was rewarded again when she wrapped her arms around my neck.

We stood there, kissing and hugging like lovers, even though we didn’t really know each other. We barely spoke, but I kissed her like I had been dating her for a while. We stood there like that for perhaps a full minute before I felt the need to breathe, but as I was pulling away, I remembered my new skills and simply... didn’t need to breathe. At least for the next minute or so.

It felt bizarre doing that. My mind was feeling quite anxious because it always had to breathe before, but now I told reality that I didn’t need to... Yeah, I could feel my brain trying to reassert the old status quo out of panic. My horniness prevailed though.

I kissed Grace for three minutes with no need to breathe before finally pulling away.

I let go of her and stepped away. She looked at me passively for a moment before turning around and walking away. That exchange would have been strange in the real world, but I had come to expect it here.

To these girls I didn’t really exist. I was some sort of phantom presence in a way. I could talk to them, and they would respond, but I wouldn’t have a true encounter with them unless I pushed for it, like with Camila and Zoe.

I had to specify what kind of relationship I had with them, and they just leaned into it. But I knew that it wasn’t actually real.

I watched Grace walk away. My sex drive and perverted nature wanted me to continue doing things with her, but I had some ideas to test out. Walking around a city and fucking girls was great, don’t get me wrong, but if I had the power to manipulate the dream world, then I wanted to do something big. Just to see how far I could go.

I looked around me. I was on a street with apartment buildings on either side. Some cars would be driving past, but not many. I didn’t see any pedestrians walking around besides Grace. I saw a small path leading between two apartment buildings and saw a small little park area nestled there.

I took that path and found a cute little play area for the younger kids that lived here. No one was present at the moment. The place was empty. Almost like it was abandoned. I knew that wasn’t the case, since it was only early morning. It would be a little bit of time before other school kids would be walking the streets to school.

I walked over into the middle of the small park and thought about what I wanted to do.

I should start things small, but I had already done a few small things back in the apartment. I created things out of nothing. Even the clothes I was wearing. So, perhaps I should do some... more advanced things.

With some thinking, and some brain convincing, I lifted a foot and placed it down on... something. Without looking, I stepped up onto the... thing with my other foot. I then looked down and saw that I was standing, quite literally, on air.

My feet were four or five inches above the ground. My head felt strange looking at the sight, but I ignored the common sense my head was thinking of. I took it further and stepped up a flight of invisible stairs. I now stood in the air maybe ten feet above the ground.

I looked around, not seeing any platforms. It was just air. I put my hand out in front of me and felt my hand come up against... air. Solid air. I made an invisible wall in front of me. It felt strange, like a wind was pushing my hand, but the wind remained static. There was no texture for my nerve endings to feel. Just a wall of solid air that rejected my hand.

I felt like a French mime. Or Mr. Mime from Pokémon.

Jacob used Lightscreen. It was very effective.

I took a step away from the invisible wall and walked down another pathway between buildings, except I was way above the ground. To anyone watching I would have looked like I was glitching in a video game.

I stopped and let myself just float upwards. It felt like I was in an open-air elevator. I went up while standing on air. I watched as the walls of the apartment buildings went by. I looked through windows and saw empty lounges or a couple women moving about their homes.

I kept going until I crested the rooves of the surrounding apartments. I slowed down and looked at the air-conditioners and the maintenance access walkways. I looked out at the city from this height and gawked at how high I was. I looked down and felt anxiety and my brain trying to push it’s understanding of gravity onto the world. I ignored it as best as I could.

I deliberately looked down and took a step on the platform of air to make my brain get used to the sight. My heart pumped a little with adrenaline. I floated over to one of the buildings and alighted onto the concrete next to an air-conditioner.

So, that was a thing.

I floated all the way up a tall building. It was no skyscraper, but holy shit.

What if I did some Spiderman web slinging? Or flew like Superman? The thought of doing any superhero stuff was both exciting and nerve-wracking. It was nerve-wracking because my brain was still trying to come to grips with what I just did. I was uncertain still about all the limitations.

But now it was time to try something else. A new test.

I wanted to teleport to another country. I wanted to see some incredible sights. And since I thought about French mimes just a minute ago, I thought... why not Paris?

I teleported once already. When I saw the goth girl Grace on the seventh floor of... which building was it? I looked around and forgot which apartment building it was in. Anyway, yeah, I teleported to her side. It was an interesting feeling, but also a little disorienting. So, I closed my eyes for this one.

I stood there on top of the building with some strong winds buffeting my face. They didn’t move me or anything. It was just windier up here than on the ground. I stood there with my eyes closed and made my mind believe that I was standing in the square in sight of the Eiffel Tower.

I remembered it from movies and google maps. I thought about the view and the people, both natives and tourists alike. I tried to think of the French language, though I didn’t know much, if any. I thought about the French architecture and the view of the tower itself.

I held all of those thoughts and took a step forward.

The sounds around me changed.

The wind dropped and voices could be heard. I heard footsteps walking. The murmur of a small crowd. The yelling of children. The rumble of cars and the toots of horns.

I opened my eyes and gawked at the sight.

In front of me was the large open walkway I had seen from movies. On either side were tall old looking buildings with golden statues in front of the windows. Directly in front of me, beyond the stone and marble walkway with its colored squares, and across a large park and bridge, stood the Eiffel Tower.

I stood there staring for a while.

People walked past me. Tourists took pictures, pretending to be picking the tower up with their fingers. People tried to sell small Eiffel Tower statues to the tourists. I heard French being spoken along with English and maybe Chinese.

I slowly turned around and looked at all the people. The sun was out with only some cloud cover. Some people were wearing hats and sunglasses, and some people were off to the sides to hide in the shade. It looked to be around midday.

I looked at my watch, willing it to display the correct time for Paris. It said it was two in the afternoon.

A group of people behind me were taking a photo together. A couple of the people in that group had French flags. Children were pulling on their mothers' hands to get them to hurry up. Photographers were taking shots at the tower and the buildings around. Others were just walking through. There were even some backpackers.

I could see people of various ethnicities. White people, Asian people, a couple Indian people and a group of black people.

I looked out to the street behind me and saw a number of tourist buses. I saw cars driving past a monument with a woman on a horse. There were lots of trees. Then to the right I saw some iconic looking French architecture. There were old fashioned buildings that looked like the ones I had seen in Assassin Creed Unity. To the left, past the treeline were some more modern looking buildings.

I... felt a little overwhelmed.

I turned back to look at the Eiffel Tower in the distance and felt... small.

Not only was I in another country. One that was completely identical to the real version in the real world. Not only that, but...

Women.

Only women.

Even here, there were only women. And they were all pretty, cute, sexy, whether they were old or young. I ignored the obvious children of course, but... holy shit. I knew that there would only be women coming here, but... for some reason... the sheer SCOPE of it only just hit me now.

I mean, it hit me back in my home city too, but... seeing it here too, made me feel... odd.

I shuddered a little and sat down on the marble floor. It was warm from the sun baking it, but it wasn’t unpleasant. It was more the sun hitting my head that I wanted to ignore. I willed for there to be an invisible umbrella shading me from the sun and suddenly a circle of shade covered me. The air cooled a little and I relaxed.

For the next... who knew how long, I sat there and watched the people walk around. I was just there in the middle of it all and no one batted an eye at me. I saw mothers and daughters and sisters and aunts. I saw friends and cousins and nieces and women that seemed to play the role of the father. Two women were holding hands as their two young daughters walked in front of them. One of the women wore a dress and looked feminine. The other woman wore jean shorts and a sports bra with a blue top tied at the waist. She didn’t look masculine or anything. Just a little more practical.

That was the feeling I got with some of the women I had encountered or seen from afar since I woke up in this world for the first time. The more tomboyish they were, the more likely they fit the role that men would have filled.

That idea seemed to fit here as well. I was seeing examples of women and girls that leaned one way or the other. Some were girly, while others were more boy-like in fashion and behavior. They were still sexy as hell though. Like one girl that I saw that wore cargo pants and a tight grey top that exposed her midriff. She was walking with a group of friends who were chatting and laughing while she was a little quiet. Her group had two others like her that didn’t talk as much as the chattier girls.

I had a feeling those three were the “boyfriends” of some of those girls. It was a very interesting dynamic that this world used to justify the lack of men.

I sat there contemplating everything, while using that time to calm myself, but now I think it was about time to see a little of Paris before moving on.