Chapter 7: Monday Infinitum...

When I went to bed I was sure I had done everything right. When I woke up and saw my glasses on the bed side table looking looking exactly the same even though they had just been stomped on and broken, I realized that I I was going to repeat the same day again. 4 days in a row now and here I am waking up, doing the exact same routine, I'm even putting on plain old white underwear. When I go to school, I do the exact same thing and everything plays out exactly the same way. From Victoria's entrance, to Natalie's accident, to my morning classes, lunch, after lunch and my afternoon classes. I even find myself staring at Miss ferdinandas boobs again in longing for the buttons of her blouse to pop open so those planetary sized orbs of hers can fall out in that overworked and obviously overstretched bra of hers. At the end of the day, Victoria and her friends believe Sarah and I and we make it to the bus just in the nick of time. When I go to bed and wake up again, there are my glasses waiting for me.

Putting them on, I kicked my feet out from under the covers and again I am wearing my Superman underwear from Sunday. It is now day five and I don't know what to do anymore. As I go to my dresser and pull open the drawer to put on another pair of underwear, I look out the window and I see Victoria's brand new car rolling down the driveway backwards. At this point it doesn't matter what I do, I have put myself into my very own version of the classic Bill Murray movie. The only bright side is that I'm not going to age! So I decide that if I'm going to be stuck in this loop I should have a little bit of fun.

The first thing I do is to get Sara from talking about my humiliating birthday party. When we sit down on the bus and she goes to open her mouth to talk about it, I put my finger to her lips. When I do she looks back at me with wide open eyes.

"Why are you doing that?" She asks me, her eyes opening wide as she speaks with my finger still held up against her lips.

"Because I just want a quiet ride to school today. I know how much fun you had at my birthday party, but I really don't want to talk about it, okay?" I say with a calm smile.

"Okay but I really did like B..." Sara starts but another finger to her mouth stops her.

"Please?" I ask, my eyes opening just a little bit as I tilt my head, trying to remain calm.

"Fine..." She says and turns and faces the front.

For the rest of the ride on the bus, nothing is said, she is as quiet as a church mouse. When we get off the bus there is no poking fun at me or that one kid in particular who reminds me that his little sister had Bozo at her sixth birthday party. It's kind of nice actually.

When we walk into school and Sara follows me to my locker, the same thing happens as before. Coming up behind me just says the noisy chatter starts to quiet down and focus shifts from their individual conversations to the hallway doors that face the parking lot, Sara is nervous.

"Why is everybody so quiet? Is there something in my teeth?" She asks then rubs then like before.

And before that, and before that, and before that.

Rolling my eyes I see Victoria strolling up to the door with Natalie and Alicia flanking on either side behind her. Even though Victoria is in the front and definitely dominating the view, I looked past her in those fraudulent, fake boobs of hers to look at the more natural women, the better women. Inspired by that thought alone, I put my hand in my pocket and stop time just as her friends are opening the doors.

Having just finished primping and preening herself, Victoria is on the verge of taking her first perfect step when I approach her frozen body and decide to see how she would react if she walked into the school without her epic curves. Yep, I took her tits, her ass and even her pussy and fraudulent hair. Hiding them in my locker, I resume my position and restart time.

Stepping that stiletto healed foot through the door, the first people to react is her best friends. Jaws dropping and eyes opening wide, they are speechless when their best friend and leader walks by then missing her iconic curves. Covering their mouths, they both look from her flat chest to her equally flat ass and narrow hips and cannot believe what they are staring at.

Victoria Black is flat! Like EVERYWHERE!

Just the look in their eyes tells me that they are wondering where those big epic breast and bubblicious booty disappeared to? Either way, it doesn't matter. Victoria doesn't have them now which means they were fake!

Looking around me, the entire hall is speechless. It is so quiet that a tissue hitting the floor can be heard. Staring in absolute confusion, a lot of people are rubbing their eyes because they swear to God that just a blank ago they were watching a cover model heading towards the building only for anything but to step through it!

Coming to a stop when she is inside, Victoria looks around at all of the shocked faces and his momentarily confused. When she takes a breath and realizes that her heavy breastforms are missing, she looks down and goes instantly pale. Reaching behind her back, she goes to feel her butt and when she feels nothing but skin and bones, her face instantly contorts into one of absolute horror and if she was only pitter-pattering in the crotch of her panties before, is now a full-on stream of a bladder full of pee. Soaking her pants completely, she lets out an eardrum piercing shriek and turns to run away!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!"

When she does that is when the tension finally snaps in the hallway fills with rapture as laughter! It is so bad that some people wet themselves, but it's not nearly as bad as it is for Victoria who is running back to her car completely and utterly humiliated.

Finishing the rest of the day knowing that I'm going to have to do all this again tomorrow, I decided that the next little prank will not be so obvious.

When she walks through door, she has all of her curves along with a pretty big plus. Having grabbed one of my gym socks out of my bag, I decided to roll it up and shove it down the front of her ultra tight pants so that when she walked in she was sporting a massive missile! Now looking like a bad crossdresser, she gets to deal with the humiliation of everyone laughing at her as she quickly scrambles to remove the sock from the front of her pants!

"STOP FUCKING LAUGHING AT ME YOU FAGOTS! I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS GOT IN HERE!" Victoria yells throwing the sock to the floor in frustration. She's even stomping on the floor for good measure.

That doesn't stop anyone from laughing though as well as some of the girls shouting out some comments.

"Gee Vicki... I had no idea you were into that!"

"Wow, so is that your boyfriend's dick you keep bragging about? Does it make you feel sexy when you rub it on your way to school while driving that brand new mustang?"

"NO! SHUT! UP!" Victoria screams even louder and this only makes everyone laugh even harder! Seeing her reputation destroyed, she spins on her heels and storms back to the parking lot shrieking in frustration at the top of her lungs!

I have to be honest, repeating the same day is really getting tiring so I am doing the best I can. For whatever reason I cannot seem to figure out what I have done wrong and I spend the next two weeks deciding to just do whatever I want when I want. I skip school, I pee in the girls bathroom. I even spy on them in the locker room. When I do that, which I start doing everyday, I noticed that Vicki or her friends are never in there. I can understand Victoria's aversion to changing her clothes in front of everybody else, but Natalie and Alicia? That doesn't make much sense. A quick check through the files in the vice principal's office reveals that all three girls have so called medical or religious excuses to not to have to change in front of the others.

Victoria's is religious. She says that it is a violation of her Christian upbringing to show her naked self in front of anybody but her future husband.

Natalie's is health reasons. She does not participate in gym because of a bad back.

Alicia's is the same as Vicki's, public nudity violates her promise to God.

Anyways, after learning that I decide to go back to playing little jokes and pranks on the red-headed wanna be seductress. One time I cut a hole in her pants and then waited for her to bend over. When she did the little tear turned into an epic explosion and a sea of foam erupted out! Another joke was when I had her walking down the hall way with nothing but her padding on, and another involved glueing her hands to her naked tits. Yeah, I had some fun, but it was getting a little boring exposing her over and over again and not being able to enjoy the fruits of my labor past the initial reaction. I did have one that I thoroughly enjoyed. My favorite is when I added a little bit of laxative to her drink at lunch time. It was the fast acting stuff so when she was in the middle of the hall and surrounded by everybody, she suddenly went from posing and showing off to grabbing her big ass and running for the toilets making all kinds of very wet and nasty farting sounds!

"I think that's the first time Vicki has ever gone to the bathroom at school!" I overhear someone saying as runs down the hall towards the bathroom by the auditorium!

"That's not true. She's always going to the bathroom." Another says in her defense.

"Yeah well, this is some funny shit! Who wants to take bets that she messed up her panties real bad? Any takers?"

Chuckling as I see lots of cash fly into the air, I finished the rest of my day with an extra skip to my step and on this go around, she's not bullying either me or Sarah which means we get to make the bus right on time and I get to see where I'm going!

However, after nearly 2 weeks of playing the same day over and over and over and over again, I decide to give my grandpa a call. Maybe he has some advice to help me get out of this never-ending loop. Sitting on my bed after school, I am dialing Grandpa Roger's number.

"Hello?" My grandmother answers.

"Hey grandma, is Grandpa around?" I ask hoping that she will just hand over the phone and not try to talk.

"Yes he is, dear. How was your day at school today? Also, did you enjoy your birthday party?" She asks, choosing to try to make conversation, damn!

"My day at school was fine. Same thing, different day and yes, I liked the effort and thought that went to my birthday. It wasn't really what I was expecting though." I reply sounding somber.

"I tried to explain to your mother that as well dear. She is just so stubborn and she loves you very much. I can understand where she is getting it from. When your father turned 18, I did something similar on his 18th birthday. He was not very happy about it, I could see it, but he never said anything to me. He wanted to celebrate at the amusement park on the pier and instead he got roller skating. Also like you, none of his school friends showed up. I felt very very bad, but his best friend, your mother did arrive and it made it all the better. Maybe you and that lovely little blonde girl that arrived could get married someday. You do seem to get along well, don't you think?"

"Grandma..." I whine, rolling my eyes.

"I know, I know, but you do need to think about your future. If you procrastinate now, you'll procrastinate tomorrow." Grandma says, repeating her favorite maxim.

"I know, I know... Can I talk to Grandpa now?"

"Oh yes... It is why you called..." Grandma says and then the receiver gargles a little bit, but I can hear her just fine. "ROGER!!!! TIMOTHY WANTS TO SPEAK TO YOU!"

"GODDAMN IT PHYLLIS, I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF WATCHING THE PRICE IS RIGHT!" I can hear my grandfather yell from presumably not that far away.

"JUST PICK UP THE PHONE, YOU OLD POOP!"

"*Grumble, grumble...* Hello?"

"Hi grandpa, do you have a minute to talk?"

"No! Damn it... Missed out on Plinko. I guess I do now, whaddya ya want?" He answers me, grumpily.

"I want to talk to you about that watch you gave me yesterday."

"Well I won't do it over the phone. Come over tomorrow after school, but make sure you're here before family feud." He says.

"Heh... Well I can't..." I start to say when he cuts me off..

"Can you be here in 20 minutes?" He asks me suddenly sounding very serious.

"Yes."

"Good." *Click*

"Hello, hello?" Holding out the phone for my ear, it is silent before the beep beep beep beep beep beep beep sound tells me that he hung up. Setting the phone down on my bed, I jump up and run out the door. Running so fast, I nearly knocked my mother over as I run to grab my coat and my car keys.

"Whoa!" My mother exclaims and before I can hear anything else I am already out the door. Driving as fast as I can across town, without going over to speed limit, I arrive at my grandfather's house 19 minutes later. Pulling into the driveway, I come to a stop with a little squeal of my tires. Jumping out I shut the door a little too hard in my frantic frenzy to get to the door and hit the doorbell!

*Ding dong!*

"In a minute!" I hear my grandmother screech from inside the house.

"It's me Timmy, can I come in?!" I attempt to gain entry by yelling through the door.

"What did he say, roger? His name was Tommy? Sorry don't know any Tommy's!" My grandmother yells from inside.

Opening the door anyway, I let myself in and she nearly has a heart attack until she recognizes me.

"Oh Mary heaven and joseph! Why didn't you say it was you?" My grandmother shrieks and then breathes heavily to come herself down, her hand over her heart.

"I did, where's grandpa?" I say looking around their living room which hasn't seen a major update in 50 years. Yes, that means wood paneled walls, shag carpeting and furniture to match.

"I was in the bathroom." He says emerging from the hall. "Phyllis, me and Timothy need to talk in private. Do you think you can go find something to do where you can't hear us?" He says looking over to my grandma as he walks slowly to the couch.

Confused, my grandmother who is still in her nightgown and with rollers in her hair, looks at him like he is batshit crazy. "You want me to go out looking like this? I need to take my hair down, get dressed, put on my girdle and a bra."

"Just get the hell out of here!" My grandfather yells, pointing towards the back of the house with about as much patience as he would have for a dog who is not potty trained.

Bitching and moaning, my grandmother turns and leaves the kitchen. "Going next door to Gerry's house."

"Going to cackle with hens? It's all your good for now-a-days anyway!" Grandpa Roger mutters under his breath as the back door slams shut, the old spring freaking loudly. Turning his attention towards me, he passed the couch so I can sit next to him. "How many days has it been?"

"2 weeks." I say gloomily.

"Heh, better than me, I logged about 45 days before I figured out what I did wrong. When I tried calling on my pop about it, he would just tell me to figure it out. I should probably do the same for you, but my old man was a drunk and he'd know sooner beat me than offer me anything that I couldn't learn on my own." Grandpa says as he reaches for his pipe and book of matches. Striking the match, he soon fills the room with the sweet aroma of vanilla tobacco. "You do know you have to do everything the exact same up until the point you push the button and then not push the button when you push the button the first time, right?"

"Yes, but..." It must have been the way I said it, because the way he looked at me it was as if he could read my thoughts.

"Let me guess, just got something to do with that girl next door you keep fantasizing about, isn't it?" He says with an accuracy that is borderline scary.

"Well yes and no..." I say looking away.

"Ah... So she's one of those." Grandpa says with a wistful grin as he leans back on the couch, sticking out his leg.

"One of those?" I ask sounding as though I don't get it, but in reality I want to know what he means exactly.

"Yeah. That girl that you fantasize so hard about and turns out to be nothing like you thought she was going to be? Yep, I had one of those in my lifetime too. Her name was Jeanine Black. Was a beautiful thing for the narrow waist and a big old bust. Oh boy that I fantasize about her, well past the point where any good priest would have told me that I should've been blind." My grandfather says, closing his eyes as a frown overtakes his face.

Hearing this, I can almost sense where he is going. "She don't happen to have any relatives who still live in town, does she?"

"Oh she does. Her daughter Janice and her granddaughter Victoria. Whenever I see Victoria reminds me of her grandmother to T."

"So you got the watch and decided to make your dream come true? Only..." I say stopping so I don't over tread.

"Yep... When I got that corset and those bloomers off, all kinds of cloths fell out. Girl's skinnier than a stick with hardly anything that anyone would dare to call tits. She was a nice enough gal though, so I was able to see past it. Unfortunately despite all my best efforts, she refused to marry me. Even after I spent all that time getting to know her inside and out." My grandfather says, then looks over at me. "So, is your fantasy girl faking it too?"

"Yes... And she is not the nicest person on the planet." I reply somberly.

"Heh... Well before I knew what I knew, I was said it's because of her extremely rare luck, but I guess things aren't what they used to be." He says shaking his head.

"Yeah. Instead of cotton balls and garter stockings, they have silicone and foam that looks and feels almost as good as the real thing." I say bringing my grandpa up to speed.

"Heavens to Betsy! Is that what these girls are using now? I mean I would have never guessed that those titties of hers were fake!" He says still not quite understanding, but understanding enough if that makes sense.

"Anyways, how do I break this cycle?" I ask trying to get the conversation back on track.

"Oh yes, the time loop. Very thing I warned you about when I said you don't go messing with time. You see, anytime you stop that watch from ticking you create a Time paradox for anything that happens in that time immediately invalidates the Continuum of time if when time restarts and things are not where they were exactly in time stopped. Do you follow?" Grandpa says.

"Yes. Basically if I stop time I can't do anything with it, so what's the point of it?" I ask as I dig the watch out of my pockett and turn it over in my hand.

"That's the point. You're not supposed to use it, but if you do you better be meticulous or you're going to have to keep replaying the same day until you get it right. Thankfully nobody else will know but you and after time any and all memories that you've accumulated will usually disappear because they weren't supposed to be there to begin with. You said you've been in your loop for 2 weeks? Well unless you don't fix it by tomorrow, odds are you're going to start forgetting. All I'm going to say is this, you better think long and hard about every little thing you did up until the point you stopped time and reenact it exactly the same way, even feel the exact same feelings. I know it can be tough with what you have learned, but you have to or you will be stuck in that paradox and it can drive you crazy. Moment you lose your mind is when the watch will no longer be attached to you and you will simply disappear and all memory of your existence will erase. The watch will then move on and put itself in a place where it can carry on." My grandfather says, repeating everything he has learned over his long lifetime in regards to what I am currently holding in my hand.

"You mean that if I go crazy and don't figure this out then I'll just disappear?" I say, my eyes opening really wide as I realize the implication of what I have done. The watch may not leave my hand, but it's only temporary. Temporary in as long as I keep my wits about me. It also means that I can't keep replaying the same day as long as I want. "How did you learn this?"

"My great-grandfather was alive still and he told me all about it when my pops wouldn't. I know, I know I said I learned it on my own, so I did. I went somewhere else. He even told me how he got it. He said he was at some flea market looking for some candlestick holders for his mama when out of nowhere this watch showed up in between the perfect set. When he asked the salesman about it, the salesman did nothing and said he could keep it. The moment my great grandpappy touched it, it started ticking. He didn't know how or why he was chosen for it, but it's remained in our family ever since and I pray that it does. I have given this thought though and I think it's the universe's way of telling us that there are limitations and that it is unwise to try and play with things that we do not understand. It's also a way of telling us that there's some things that are just guaranteed, kind of like Einstein's theory of relativity. Anyways. As long as you still have your memories, you need to reenact everything that you did from before you turned on that watch. Was today the first time you stopped time?" My grandfather finishes his long lesson with a question.

"No. I turned it on the night you gave it to me, but I didn't interact with anybody. Everything I touched I put back to where I found it." I answer.

"Ah yes, as long as nobody else is directly affected and enough time passes without anyone noticing then the continuum of time allows for that to happen. Why, I don't really know except for that, if I had to guess, because enough time has transpired from the time you did something to the time someone would notice and even if it's a little out of place, it's acceptable because nature could have moved it or they just don't remember doing it. You see, this watch is particular because if your actions affect another directly then you have to restart, but if your actions have an indirect effect where the knowledge could have been gained from another source and has been learned from another source outside of what you learned from when you stopped the watch then it is okay. Basically what I'm saying is this. Let's say you're taking a test and you didn't study for it. You sit down you start taking it and then you stop time and then look through the teachers answer book and then go back and answer everything right. That is a violation of the time continuum and you will have to replay that day. But let's say you studied and you studied really hard and you had the knowledge, you take the test and then you look at the answer book and then don't go back and change your answers? Then you're fine. You just make sure that when you sit down in your chair exactly the way you did right before you touch that topper. Does that make sense?" Grandpa says, now fully engrossed in the conversation, turned towards me and actually talking to me. Usually he doesn't move or take his attention away from whatever he was doing before, even if it was nothing. This tells me what he's telling me is that important.

"So let me make sure I understand. If I stop time, have to return to the place that I started and be in the exact same position so it's important that I pick a posture that I can easily remember when I'm done. I also cannot use what I learned while time was stopped in order to affect the future even if I don't do anything while time is stopped with anybody or anything around me in the presence of other people. If I am completely alone and everything is where it's supposed to be for the most part, time can accept that. But if somebody comes up on me right after I restart time and something's out of place to a degree to which they would notice than I have to repeat the day?" I flurry off, getting a headache as I think about it. There's just so much information that I have to remember at once or literally I will disappear.

"That is correct. And remember, if you don't do this and get it right and you disappear, any memory of you and of your experiences in this world will disappear and the continuum of time will replace those experiences with things that are close, but foggy enough where people can remember it, but not exactly recall it. It's almost like they had a concussion. You'll just fade away and anything associated with you. I don't quite understand how that works because like my great grandpappy said, everybody's actions and reactions are like throwing stones in a pond. Everything is connected so when you're taken away I don't understand exactly how that can happen, but if I had to guess it has something to do with the fact that there's enough ripples of similarities to where the continuum of time can make that all work itself out." He says and then finally sits back looking very tired.

Observing him, I have to remind myself that he's 90 years old and he is not a spring chicken anymore. I'm lucky he's still alive! There's one thing I'll never forget though, or at least try not to, is this conversation I had with him because this is probably the most important conversation that I've ever had with him. It's the first time in my life that my grandpa actually talked with me instead of spoken to me. The night he gave me this watch he was speaking to me and even though I got to say a few things, it was mostly him telling me stuff and me being quiet. Now I get to see my grandpa for the man he is, the man that he hides from everybody else and I have to say that this has brought me a sense of camaraderie and closeness that I never thought I would ever get. Watching as he looks like he is about to fall asleep, I look down at the watch one more time and then back up at him. Wanting to say thank you, he's already passed out.

Standing up from the couch, I'm still holding the watch in my hand as I walk over to the front door and when I open it, I pause and look back. The way he is sleeping it almost looks like he's dead. Exhaling slowly, I step out the front door, shutting it behind me.