Almost invisible looser

         Chapter 1


         I don't remember exactly when my problems started, but I do remember when my special ability first manifested. My Special, selective invisibility. My curse.
         Back then, I was waiting for the bus at the bus stop, and I bent down to tie my shoelace. A girl came to the stop, wearing a short skirt and sneakers. She pushed me hard, dropping me on my back, and calmly, without even looking down, stepped on my thigh, stepped on my stomach, and on my head.
         I was shocked at what was happening, very confused. I didn't understand why this girl was being so cruel to me. Only after a moment did I realize that the stranger had not noticed me for some reason. It was as if I didn't exist to her!
         This girl pressed a dirty sole on my cheek, bent over to tie my shoelace. For a moment, she looked into my eyes, but it was as if she was looking through me. It was so strange and frightening that I quietly tried to call out to the girl. It had no effect. Moreover, she changed the position of her foot and pressed down hard on my nose, almost breaking it. And then I screamed...
         Only a loud scream made the girl notice the person she was standing on as if on a mat. The girl got scared, started calling for help, and an hour later, I was in jail. The stranger accused me of being a pervert and looking under her skirt! Fortunately, I got a kind judge and he only gave me a suspended sentence. But I was clearly warned. If I got caught one more time, I'd go to jail.


         From then on, the trouble started to multiply exponentially. More and more people didn't notice me. I was afraid to walk in public places because I was pushed, stepped on, spit on. The woman I rented an apartment from once came in to water the flowers and woke me up by standing barefoot on my face. Later, she texted me angrily, accusing me of not being home when she came to collect payment.
         In short, my life had become a living hell. But that didn't take away my need to earn money. I am an orphan, I have no friends. If they stop paying my wages, I will simply starve to death.
         I tried to use my "special ability" to walk into a bank like in the movie, but it didn't work. For some reason, some people noticed me right away, while others could look me straight in the eye and not see me. The selectivity of my invisibility drove me crazy because I couldn't predict events. Terror could happen to me at any moment.


         Today started off well. I made it to the bus without adventure, and immediately took the far corner. Away from people, so no one could cause me any trouble. There were no chairs, so I sat right on the floor, folded my hands in my lap, and dozed off. That was a mistake...
         I woke up to something heavy pressing on my head and something sharp on the toe of my soft sneaker. Opening my eyes, I tried to lift my head, but it was very difficult. I smelled the sharp scent of perfume, and realized that some girl had sat on my head, and put her heel on my foot for her own convenience, throwing the other over the first.
- I'll be there in half an hour, I'm caught in a traffic jam, - the stranger informed the interlocutor on the phone.
         To put the phone in her pocket, she changed her pose, and her soft, firm ass rolled over my shoulders and the back of my neck. Getting comfortable, she pulled her sock toward her, screwing her heel into my foot. I whimpered quietly...
         As always, in a situation like this, I was afraid of being seen too late, and being accused of sexual harassment again. I really didn't want to go to jail, so I was forced to freeze, and act as a chair for this woman.
         The announcer was announcing stops, and I almost cried when we passed my stop. The stranger rode on, and had no intention of getting up from her comfortable chair. We traveled five more stops before she took her foot off her knee and leaned forward, about to get up.
         The bus was already empty, so the woman apparently wasn't shy. Before she lifted herself off my head, she tensed her belly and let out a powerful, ringing fart, enveloping my head in a stinky cloud. Only then did the woman rise and, wiggling her beautiful ass, headed for the exit. I, coughing from her acrid farts, hastily got up and followed.
         I had to wait for a new bus to get to the office, but I was still late for work. I hoped my boss wouldn't notice my absence, but I was out of luck. As I approached the office, I saw Monica and another strange woman. A client of our company, apparently. And I should have gotten caught on a rock and fallen down, next to them, dropping my things from my bag.
- Our company will take care of all the necessary details, - Monica said cheerfully, stepping with her black shoe on my purse, pressing it to the ground. - You don't have to worry about that.
         Trying to move silently, I stretched out my arm to pick up my purse, but Monica changed the position of her feet again, and pressed her heel into my hand.
- I like your approach, Monica, - the customer replied. - I've heard nothing but positive things about your company. How did you do it?
- I don't know, - Monica chuckled as she began screwing her heel into my hand. I bit my lip, holding back a cry of pain. - But I'm sure that's mostly to my credit.
         Monica shifted all her weight onto the foot resting on my hand, intensifying the horrible pain. I could barely hold back tears of pain, and resentment at my boss's words. The thing is, it was my job to weed out the negative comments on the internet. Thanks to me, our company has a decent appearance, but Monica never appreciated that, believing that people just don't leave negative comments. She thought of me as some sort of handyman, and constantly burdened me with tasks I shouldn't be doing, like fixing office equipment, or mopping floors.
- Thank you for your time, Monica. I really appreciate it. I have to go, business is slow, - the client said, stepping her soft sneaker on my back as if I were part of the ground.
- Ciao!
         The client stepped on my back, and walked to her car, while Monica spun on her heels, curling her leather with a lurch, and walked to the office. Swallowing resentment, I gathered my things and hurried after her. Well. At least Monica didn't notice I was late.
- JACK!
         Monica's voice made me flinch. Barely entering the lobby of our office, I met her disgruntled gaze. She gave me an angry look.
- You're late again, Jack! How many times? Why are you so stupid?
         I wanted to scream with anger. I wanted to explain everything, and resent the fact that Monica had just stepped on my hand, but I knew it was pointless. Blinking my eyes, I mumbled:
- I'm sorry, Ms. Monica. It won't happen again.
- Blah, blah, blah, I've heard your pathetic excuses for the hundredth time! Pathetic useless person, I'm going to fine you 10% of your paycheck this month, got it?
- Yes, Ms. Monica...
- And what's wrong with your clothes? Why do you always look like a homeless person?
- I'm sorry, Ms. Monica, I'll fix your clothes right away!
         Her phone rang, and Monica's attention turned to the person she was talking to. I waited silently for permission to get to work. However, Monica, not paying attention to me, came to the door, standing close to me. Without interrupting the conversation, Monica extended her hand past my head, pushing the door open, and, looking me in the eye and, at the same time, past me, Monica spat vigorously in my face. Her thick saliva ran down my nose and lips, but she just turned away and walked towards the elevator.
         I couldn't believe it was happening again. I had only become "visible" to Monica for a few seconds! And that was enough time to lose 10% of my paycheck! By the time Monica spit in my face, I had ceased to exist for her.
         Sighing heavily, I wiped off my saliva with my sleeve and went to the elevator as well. The work day was starting...