Katy stared at herself in the mirror, drops still clung to her face after splashing it with cold water.
“Get it together… what have I gotten myself into?” Katy worried to herself, looking directly into her own eyes. Katy decided the best thing to do would be to retreat home and try to talk with her librarian in a safer place. After all, she not only knew other people could do what she could, but that someone had jumped into her own library. She felt… violated, betrayed, gross even.
After arriving home, she went right to her bedroom and locked the door. The door locking was solely for her mental state as her mother wouldn’t be home for several more hours. Sitting in her bed against the headboard, Katy tucked her knees up against her chest trying to think what to do now.
“That note to find the curator had to be left for me.” Katy said aloud while biting the tip of her thumb. “That means whoever has the same abilities I do now knows who I am… or do they?” Katy reasoned out that the mystery person probably just knew somebody else in the room had library power, but probably not specifically her. “After all, if they knew it was me they would have just done something to my own library instead of trying to donate the same book to me as everyone else. Probably.”
Katy had so many questions, she decided to see what her own librarian would know about it.
Flashing to the white, endless room, Katy stood waiting for her library to whisper into existence in front of her. Walking inside, she found her librarian sitting at a table scribbling down some notes about her tribulations. Katy pulled up a chair across from her, “Hey - ” she greeted, “I’ve got some questions you might be able to help with.” Her librarian looked up from her book and said, “I don’t have any answers to who might also be like you.” Crushing Katy’s hopes without even needing to ask the question, she sighed an “Oh – ok.”
“But I do know who the curators are…” Katy’s librarian added, rescuing some of the lost hope. Katy’s head whipped up, “Who?!” Katy shouted, her eyes now peaked with interest.
“Please be quiet, this is still a library.” The librarian warned. “The curators are similar to myself, but instead of keeping ‘the self’, they keep ‘the physical self’. Curators are in charge of the museum, where we librarians run the libraries.”
Katy interrupted, “How come you never told me there was more of you!?”
“Katy, there is only one of me. You have one library. One librarian. Your curator is someone else entirely.” The librarian rebutted.
Katy stammered, “Ok, fine, but you knew what I meant. Why didn’t you tell me there were more places like this?” Gesturing to the whole library. “A whole other place for me to…” Katy trailed off. It’s not like she’s explored her own library. “Well, whatever, you should have told me about them earlier!” Katy tried to reason.
“There was little point to tell you about your curator. You cannot access your own museum anyway.” The librarian stated, trying to put the final nail in the conversation.
“Oh, well, what about other people’s museum, huh? What if I wanted to visit them?” Katy argued.
“Do you even know how to access someone’s museum!?” The librarian fired back. “Why would you want to go there? Why isn’t the library enough for you? I spend my entire day keeping these for you and all you want is to go to the museum! That’s all anybody ever wants… nobody cares about what’s inside, just outside.”
Katy was a bit taken aback. Her librarian had never shown any emotion before up until this point, but it was obviously upsetting her. “I’m... uh, sorry. I didn’t know you were so… I didn’t know this was such a big deal.”
“Well now you know - ” the librarian sniffled a bit, her eyes reddening up a bit. “I shouldn’t have yelled, I apologize. It’s just that… the library is so much more important, and yet the museum gets all the attention. Plus, the curator is a bitch.” Her librarian flipped off the air around her with both middle fingers.
Chuckling and nodding her head, Katy definitely identified with that feeling. “So, what do you think I should do about this stranger? I mean, they could really mess with me if they found me out. Should I just try and disappear?” Katy asked.
“I agree that they probably don’t know who you are exactly, but will likely be watching you and all your classmates after today.” The librarian advised. “Best to keep a low profile until we know who it is.”
Katy stayed in her room, watching videos online until her mother came home with dinner. The two sat at the table quietly, until it was just Katy left poking the last bit of food on her plate.
“Is something wrong? Was it about what happened at school today?” Her mother asked.
“Yea, it certainly was an interesting day. Really makes me wonder…” Katy trailed off, thinking to herself, “What, what’s she talking about? She shouldn’t know anything about Ms. Ansell’s masturbation session in front of the class.” Katy tried to back pedal to figure out what was happening.
“Where did you hear about it?” Katy guessed at a line of questioning.
“Oh… I was in-between meetings and I saw an article online about your school pop up that one of your teachers was in the middle of some elaborate sex video.” Her mother prattled on. “They didn’t say her name, but I did some asking around work and all the guys knew exactly who it had to have been, some Ms. Assel.”
Katy snorted at the name, “Ansell” Katy corrected.
“Yeah, that’s it. Anyway, one guy at work said he saw the video of her getting hot and heavy while standing at a podium as students answered her questions. He said you could totally tell the answers were staged, but that she wasn’t acting.” Her mother continued to rattle on, recounting the class from earlier that day.
Katy began to get a bit nervous, for if this man saw what happened that meant someone took video of it while it was happening and posted it online. Katy’s thoughts raced wondering if she was in the video somehow or if things could get worse from here.
Her mother’s rambling stopped Katy’s worry, “I heard though that all the students interviewed said that they were really shocked that this could happen and that the video was probably fake. So the school is just allowing her to resign and that she’s already said that’s what she’s going to do because of the embarrassment.”
“Oh… Ok.” Katy remarked.
“Really? That’s it? One of your teachers is potentially a porn actress and that’s all you have to say?” Her mother questioned. “I mean, I know that if one of the people I worked with was an adult entertainer, I’d certainly be eyeing them up every day.”
Katy got up from the table, “You know, I think I’m just going to go to bed. This is kind of a stressful situation, a lot to process.” Katy put away her plate and walked out of the kitchen.
Rebecca, Katy’s mother, just nodded and said, “Alright, try to get some rest…” watching Katy walk away, staring at her own daughter’s ass as she walked away. Her expression had changed to an intense focus, like that of a teenage boy watching a woman in a bikini walking down the beach. After her years of being pleasured with experienced fingers and toys was stolen from her, Rebecca’s body was nearly always in a state of arousal since the small book Katy had given her from the boy was barely keeping her needs in check. Not to mention the new fetishes that came along with it being redirected towards Katy.
“I know it’s wrong… but how much I would give to hold you right now and… mhmmm..” Rebecca shivered at the thought, relaxing her shoulders and shaking it out.
Katy went the rest of the week without accessing anybody’s library out of fear of being caught. She tried to go about her day as much as possible without drawing attention to herself. Even avoiding Amber, she was becoming a bit of a recluse. By the end of the week, Amber caught up to Katy concerned about her friend.
“What’s been up with you this week?” Amber asked. Katy replied, “Sorry, I guess this just got really hectic with school and this whole video thing…”
Amber shrugged, “Eh, I think it’s pretty much blown over, I mean, it wasn’t that big of a deal.”
Everyone talking about what happened last week like it was nothing special still didn’t sit well with Katy. The two continued to walk together on their way home. Amber tried to change the subject, “Besides, I think the bigger story here is that my sister is being forced to stay home this weekend. She wanted to go out to her friend’s house like normal, but my parents said she wasn’t spending enough time with the family so they took away her phone and she’s on house arrest. She’s tried to sneak out a few times, but she’s gotten caught every evening so far.”
Amber’s sister, Sierra, was pretty much the younger version of Trisha. It’s probably the reason both Katy and Amber disliked her so much. Sierra was stacked and hot – and she knew it. She partied with her friends constantly, always had a boyfriend much older than herself who loved to buy her everything. She dated douches, used them, and tossed them aside. Despite being quite a bit younger than Amber and Katy, she looked older than both, allowing her and her boy toys into bars and concerts without question. Amber’s parents were trying to crack down on this type of behavior, but not everything can be fixed with two working parents so she got away with it all the time.
“Yea, her friends seem like real bitches, too.” Amber ended with, waiting for Katy to agree.
Katy nodded in agreement, “Well, I don’t know them, but I’ve met your sister, and she certainly is a bitch, so I’d imagine they are… too.” Katy slowed down at the end, thinking to herself, feeling like she’s missing something.
Katy continued to ponder to herself as Amber continued to call out all her sister’s insecurities and failures – none of which were about her appearances, only academic performance and other trivial sister things.
“I’m missing something.” Katy still wondered over and over, as she couldn’t put her finger on it. They had reached the point where they needed to walk in different directions and Katy nearly didn’t stop to say her farewell. “Katy, a group of us are going to the pool tomorrow afternoon. Do you want to go? I’d be interested in showing you my new bikini.” Amber said, twirling her body around a bit to show off. That woke Katy up a bit, “Yea, I’d love that.” Katy winked, “How about you come by a bit earlier so I can see you get into it in person. Maybe gets some… hands on experience.” Katy smirked as Amber blushed. “It’s a date.” Amber replied, waving her hand goodbye as she continued home.
Katy watched Amber sashay away, obviously over selling her ass wiggle for Katy’s eyes.
Finally realizing what she was missing, “How did she know the curator was a bitch if she’s never met her!?” Katy, spun around and rushed home. She immediately took refuge in her bedroom and entered her own library.
Smashing through the two large doors at the entrance of the library Katy yelled, “You’ve met her! I can’t believe you wouldn’t tell me! Take me to meet her right now!”
The librarian peeked from the side of a shelf some ways down one of the aisles, obviously trying to hide a bit. Katy stomped towards her, “Why would you hide her!? Obviously someone wanted me to find the curator and you knew how I could reach her?”
The librarian stepped out from behind the shelf, “I wasn’t lying. You cannot enter your own museum, which is where the curator works.”
“Then how do you know she’s a bitch?! You’ve met her! How?” Katy exclaimed. The two now face to face.
The librarian sighed. “Alright, come with me to the front.” The two of the walked over to the open area just inside the library where a large intricate tiled floor resembled a sun. Sighing once again, the librarian began to explain. “The curator is in charge of the museum in the same way I run the library. Normally, you aren’t able to enter your own library, but each person is unique, and everyone has their own special thing that makes them, them. You’ve run into this with Ms. Ansell’s overhead projector that embodied her fetish of being weaker, more inexperienced, than others by giving out her knowledge while losing it herself.” Katy followed along, not sure what this had to do with the curator, but answers were answers.
“You have the ability to enter your own library. You are perhaps the first, and maybe the only, one who can communicate with their own librarian. I don’t know what all kind of other abilities are out there, but I do know how to identify unique abilities.”
“While that’s nice… I guess, how does this relate to the curator.” Katy tried to steer the conversation that way.
“You don’t have the ability to enter your own museum, your ability only extends to the library…but...” The librarian waved her hand about slowly, eventually cupping her hands together. “If you really want to meet her, you just have to ask for her to come here. In the same way you call out to me when you’re in the library of others.”
Katy stood a bit let down. “You mean, I just had to ask for the curator. It’s not some elaborate summoning or dance?” The librarian shook her head slowly.
“Well then. Let’s meet her!” Katy took in a short breath, “Curator! I need you!” she shouted.
A third Katy doppelganger joined the group in a wave of light. The Curator was dressed in a pantsuit, very fitting and tailored precisely. It wasn’t flattering, but was expensive looking. This Katy’s hair was pulled tightly back and her face lacked any warmth, her eyes looked down with condescension despite all three of them being the same height.
“Librarian.” The curator said quickly. The librarian responded similarly, “Curator.” Both bowed a bit to each, obviously they had some sort of respect for each other. That respect clearly was not leading to any friendship though.
“So… now that the gangs all here, why don’t we talk about what the museum is?” Katy tried to break the tension.
Turning her head to Katy, the curator said, “The museum is the most important collection of what makes you, you.” The librarian scoffed, drawing a clear look of disagreement from the curator.
“As I was saying, the museum houses your physical properties.” Gesturing to all of Katy.
Katy ran with that idea in her head, “So it’s like the library, but for my physical stuff?” Putting her hands on her stomach and waist tapping down her thighs and then considering her own hands. Looking down at her palms, she brought her hands to her chest, “so, like my boobs are kept there?”
The curator nodded and rolled her eyes. “Yes, your breasts and all their current physical attributes are stored there.”
“Well it’s really the library that controls -” she was cut short by the curator loudly clearing her throat. Katy was too busy pondering if this meant what she thought it did to hear the interaction between the two.
“How do I get to a museum?” Katy finally asked.
“I’m glad I have your interest, Katy.” The curator smiled with a polite nod while the librarian stood with her arms crossed under her breasts, hugging them closer to herself.
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Excited to see where this goes!
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