My name is Sarah Pendleton, senior science advisor and consultant for TrueTime. I'm special, but everyone over the age of forty thinks they're special, right!
I've worked with time for so long now that I'm starting to believe that it's an integral part of me. My mind is different and I can see and move in different dimensions by simply meditating. I know – crazy right!
That's why the government hasn't found me yet. What better camouflage to wear than by working for a time travel company.
Someone once asked me 'if you could do anything in the world - what would it be?' I thought about it for a while. A long while in fact. Then I came up with the most stupid idea of going back in time to tell myself to change my sexuality and enjoy life. Stop pretending to be heterosexual and be who you really are.
Then, one man showed me how to do it. It was surreal and it scared the shit out of me.
We all know that when we travel at the speed of light, time stands still. And we all know that the lowest speed one can travel is zero, right. Wrong! The lowest speed is minus the speed of light. That was the revelation that I was shown by one Gavin Price. I don’t know who he was and I never saw him again after that once in a lifetime meeting. So what happens at minus the speed of light – well space stands still and time flows right past you in either direction so fast that it’s a struggle to get off.
All you have to do is travel slower than zero. How do you do that? Meditation. Everyone is theoretically capable of it but consider the fact that we are on this Earth spinning at a phenomenal rate about our axis, the sun, the centre of our galaxy and the universe. Well, you have to slow all that down, and some more, and all in your head. It wasn’t simple, but I did it.
I used his technique and made a few forages into the past but they upset me so much that I stopped going there. The future is no better; that's a horrible place to be too. You wouldn't believe the mess that humans will make of the future, or perhaps you will. Nothing surprises me anymore, not after what I’ve seen.
Then something happened that caused me to become selfish. I started to look inwards, at myself. I am more than happy with who I am, but the one thing that has eluded me is true love. I have never found that someone special. Someone to spend my life with and live happily ever after, however short it will be.
My life is short, or at least it will be. I have been diagnosed with terminal atrophy at the age of forty-one. It's a degradation of all my body parts and I don't know when it started but I do know when it will stop. Twenty years from now; that is when I will die. It’s also unstoppable. I have all of time to investigate it but I will still die at the age of sixty-five; that’s a scientific fact. I have known for the last four years and I have made a plan; it’s the craziest plan you can think of.
I have been saving all my money in order to pay for phase one of my plan, which is almost complete. Phase two is next and while I don't have to pay for it, I have decided that I will. It just seems like a final step if I pay to do it rather than just disappear.
Phase one was an eye-opener. I decided to book myself into a body restructuring programme offered by one of the most expensive genetic refactoring clinics around. I needed to change how I look, my eye colour, hair colour; not just by dyeing it, but permanently re-colouring it. They use genetic crossover techniques to change the genetic code. It's fascinating stuff.
I changed my face as well. I needed to do that, it was essential for the journey I was about to embark upon. I also changed certain body parts. Again, I know what I like and what I'm attracted to, and I like larger breasts and smoothness where it counts. So, I paid for a few permanent changes where necessary. The rest of me – I like!
So, now I am a blonde forty four-year-old with sizeable tits and a body that any twenty year old would die for. I'm hoping that's the case, anyway.
I am on the verge of phase two of my plan – travel. I admit to being a little nervous as I climb into the TT4000 machine on my last day in this year of 2045. I have paid for a one-way journey; it's what a lot of people are doing in the hope of a better life. There are rules of course, but who really obeys them when they go backwards or forwards in time.
Time travel costs a small fortune; otherwise, everyone would be travelling back in time and buying the winning lottery ticket to enjoy their future life. It has happened, and a new time police department had to be set up to monitor the misuse. The time travelling criminals soon stopped.
I feel excited and scared. This is not a journey for everyone but as I said, I'm special.
I look in the full-length mirror within this colossus of a machine and I can honestly say that I have maximised my chances of success. I wear clothes that blend in with the period; even though it is only twenty-five years in the past. I have a new identity as Sophie Anderson and I look gorgeous; so gorgeous in fact that I would definitely take myself to bed and devour me completely.
I seem to be on my way, my reflection is fading. This is my first journey back but I don't think it will be my last. I’m about to do something that is against the law. Not any political law – but the laws of physics. I’m about to start a time loop.
I hope this works out, it may not, but if anyone knows me better than myself, it's me.
ooOoo
Wednesday 3 August 2020
I arrive in a quiet side street in the bustling cornucopia of Edenfield. It's the place I grew up and where I have lived all my life. I have enough local currency to see me through to Saturday when, soon after, I shall be a rich woman. I know, rule number one of time travel will be well and truly broken within a few days, but this is a no return journey, and a girl has to live.
Preparation, however, is everything. I did choose a person in this time frame that has no real family to speak of, hence my new name. I did set up a bank account in her name and I have taken on all her social security details and she did live miles away from this place, so there’s no connection at all to Edenfield. I even have a passport with my image on it. All the details that I need to be someone and all because I can travel in time without the machines; in fact, in this time frame, they haven't been invented yet, because I haven't invented them.
I book myself into a local B&B as Sophie Anderson and start my new life. As I walk down the street I wonder how many other people are from the future and what would be the chances of me bumping into them. I wonder whether time travellers have invisible labels attached to them. I know it's just paranoia, but I can't help it.
Saturday will be one hell of a day.
Saturday 6 August 2020
I've bought my ticket and now I just have to wait until the evening and then seem surprised that I have been fortunate enough to win the lottery. Not the million pounds, that would be asking for trouble, but just a little more than enough to be comfortable.
I've applied for a job that I hope I will get. That’s not actually true; I know I will get it. It's all in my plan and I've researched the company so much that I know everything that they haven't done yet. I'm going to be an asset, that's for sure.
Tuesday 9 August 2020
I'm rich, but I knew that. I'm dressed as one hell of a sexy personal assistant and I've got an interview with Lawrence and Pendleton Technologies.
Yes, you read that right, Lawrence and Pendleton. I walk confidently into the main office on the forty-third floor. My breasts on show for Mr Lawrence's sake, as I know what a pervert he is, and the rest of me is wondering whether I will get on with Mrs Pendleton.
Mrs Pendleton doesn't recognise me of course, how could she when her daughter is twenty-five years younger than me and at university studying physics. I am asked a number of questions which I supply excellent responses to. I’m not just a dumb blonde after all. The interview is a breeze and I am offered the job before I even leave the office. I can't help but stare at my mother. My younger self hates her, but I - I like her a lot.
As I look at her I feel a great sadness descend upon me. I know that my younger self is at odds with her, yet I know that in a year she will be gone. She will die in a car accident that is not of her doing. This company will struggle to continue without her, even though its technologies will be partly responsible for her daughter’s success when she starts up TrueTime and develops time travel for the masses.
Where will she get these innovative technologies from – me of course! In a roundabout way, that is. But my mother is not the reason I'm here in this timeframe, in this place. Someone else is the real reason.
Friday 16 November 2020
Work is going well and I'm more than an asset to the company already even though it has only been a month at the most. Maria, Mrs Pendleton's first name, is taking a liking to me and I'm finding it a struggle being her friend as well as employee, I didn’t see this coming, not at all, but why wouldn’t she – I am so like her in many ways even though I am only five years younger than her.
Mr Lawrence definitely wants to get inside my knickers. I can tell by the way he positions my chair so that he can look up my skirt. He also paces the room when dictating; it's his way of covertly looking down my cleavage. It's also amazing how all the files he asks me to fetch are in the lower drawer of the cabinet. I never fail to please him but I know that he has no chance with me. I have no doubt that he probably goes home at night and masturbates over the display that I provide him.
Maria has invited me to her house this weekend to meet her daughter for her twentieth birthday party. It’s a little unexpected and I’m terrified to be honest, but I have accepted.
Saturday 17 November 202
I arrive at the Pendleton's in style. I'm dressed to the nines, red dress, low plunge line, a mid-thigh hem, stockings and suspenders and the obligatory heels. Not smutty, just sexy. She did say it would be a formal dress party. I hope I haven’t overdone it.
I am soon introduced to the birthday girl, Sarah, and I smile at her like she is a goddess. My eyes widen and a loving feeling flows through me; like I’ve known her for years.
I'm actually shaking like a leaf. My lips are trembling because I know that I will have to speak to her.
She is, of course, a goddess - because she is me. A younger me, that is.
This is the first time she has set eyes on me but I already know how her mind works. I know, that right now she is struggling with how she feels; struggling with her sexuality. I can feel her uneasiness seep through her voice as she makes polite conversation. But then, I am dressed to exploit her feelings in every way I can and I speak to her like we have been lovers for eternity.
It's no surprise that I have always loved myself, but this is so very different.
I'm actually here because I want to change her life. Make her who she wants to be now, not in fifteen years when she realises it's too late. I have every intention to seduce her but not here, not now, not on her birthday.
I spend my time with quite a lot of other guests especially all the high flyers of technology. Every now and then I turn my head and scan the room and I know that Sarah is watching my every move. Watching how I twist and turn and smile and how well I display my charms; mostly to the men of course but in the safe knowledge that I’m teasing them. I’m teasing her too because I know she’s watching me. She can’t help it.
I eventually find myself in her company and I’m taken aback by her brazenness. I wasn’t like this at her age, but then I wasn’t here, at this party, when I was her age. She’s definitely coming onto me in a big way. The slight touch of her hand on my elbow is reassuring, her hand around my back and onto my waist as she leads me through to the kitchen for some fancy foods.
All the time we talk about my position in the company, the job I do and what she does at university. It all comes as no surprise; I know all this of course. She asks me about all the men that must be after me and telling me that I would be such a catch for them. She even warns me about Mr Lawrence. It is then that I decide to drop the bombshell. I tell her straight. I prefer women.
I think she expected my response, I don’t know why, but she did. She pursed her lips and let her tongue slip from between them before opening her mouth in a seductive way. The whole kitchen fell silent despite the number of people furiously chatting away. The way she did that thing, with her lips, caused a flood between my groin and I was glad that I had worn knickers. If we were alone, right now, I would have sunk to my knees, pushed her skirt up around her waist and attacked her.
By the time the noise flooded my senses once more, I found myself chatting about her career and what she wanted to do once she left university. I think she had satisfied her intuition about me and I was glad that the ice had been broken; not smashed to pieces, not yet anyway.
I actually left the party a little earlier than expected. I could see the disappointment on Sarah’s face as I told her mother, my mother, our mother that I was leaving. She caught me at the door and before I knew it we had arranged a drink for the following Tuesday.
Tuesday was a long way off.
Tuesday 20 November 2020
We stood at the Bar du Soleil with our gin and tonics to hand. The conversation was easy and I knew that she was somewhat different. I think the party, last Saturday, had made her realise something.
We had booked a table to eat but at the last minute decided that we would wander the Bayside area and buy some of the street food that was on offer. I’m glad we did. We made a mess of finger eating but it gave me the opportunity that I had been waiting for. The barbecue sauce was trickling out of the side of Sarah’s mouth and along the crease made by her dimples, edging ever closer to her white top. I instinctively raised my hand, caught the sauce on my fingertip and slipped it into her mouth. She sucked avidly on it; dragging it in further than it should have gone and kept it there for even longer.
We stood in silence as I slowly removed my finger; all the time, we watched each other, waiting for someone to make a move. It was Sarah that stepped closer to me. One small step at a time and with each step my mouth opened a little more. My personal space had been invaded and I loved it. The kiss was everything I had ever wanted from a woman. It was heavenly, highly charged and erotic. Instinctively, my eyes closed as I became lost in what we were doing.