I/Tulpa: the Seven Year Girl

chapter 9

"Want to change the world? There's nothing to it."

"Jon, wake up, we're late," Paul said.

Jon sat up, unable to see, and then he remembered the blindfold. He took it off. Blinked. Paul was there. There was the smell of coffee brewing. Jon was naked but Paul handed him towel.

"Your clothes are being cleaned. Come on, you're next in the shower," Paul said.

He directed Jon to the bathroom. Jon was confronted by what seemed like a blueberry stained face, dried on. He dropped the towel as he immediately fell to the sink washing his face even before the water was hot, just out of concern that it might be permanent stain. It came off easy enough and gentle smile of relief showed purple teeth. He began washing his mouth and spitting, but that wasn't enough to get the blue out. He nearly used one of the used toothbrushes, but then Paulina said through the door that there were unopened toothbrushes in the top drawer. He brushed, vigorously, and then got in the shower. When he looked at his feet, he saw a purple wash and he nearly freaked, thinking it was blood, but realized his penis and hips and stomach were covered in blueberry stained, which was even more dark and freakier than the blood stain after period sex. He heard the door opened, and peeking out he saw Paul putting his clothes on the counter. He gave him wink and retreated.

When he emerged from the bathroom, he found Paul standing very close to Paulina in the kitchen. Jon was hypersensitive to his appearance hoping he hadn't missed any stains, and was wide eyes as he greeted them, watching for any hint of laughter. Maybe they had played a practical joke? Paula was wearing an oversized flannel shirt and drinking coffee and laughing at his jokes. She smiled at him, but he missed the smile because he was watching her thighs as she turned towards him and leaned back against the counter, and by the time he had the good sense to not look, she was hiding her amusement behind a coffee cup.

"I need to apologize about last night," Paula said.

"Why? It's just a little blueberry stain? It came out in the wash," Jon said.

"Oh," Paula said.

"Is Violet still here?" Jon asked.

"No, she went home. Kind of got spook about how much she liked you which she thinks is a bad omen," Paula said.

"I liked her, too," Jon said.

"I will let her know," Paula said. "Anyway, the apology was for not turning off the living room cameras."

"Cameras?" Jon asked.

"Oh, I do a lot of, um, special entertainment videos," Paula said. "I am afraid your session with violet went live."

Paul choked back a laugh.

"Darling, it's not funny," Paula said, touching his face. "You're not angry, are you?"

Jon shrugged. "I don't know. I hope broadcasting me doesn't decrease your following."

"Actually, it was surprising hit," Paul said. "And when people find out you're real star, well, it might just go viral."

"I'm not a star," Jon said.

"Not if you keep being late to work," Paula agreed. "Paul, use some magic and drive backwards through time so he arrives on time."

"You know how dangerous that is?" Paul said.

"I feel bad for contributing to his delinquency," Paula said.