Eye Glass Straw Novels & Stories

But as she leaned closer, her breath fogging the glass, her mother’s voice sliced through her thoughts. *"Do you realize how awful your eyes look? You should cover them up, or else people will be afraid of you and leave you alone."* Her hands trembled as she reached for the dark brown lenses. The cool plastic pressed against her fingertips as she carefully placed the first lens. She blinked, her lashes fluttering against the discomfort, and tilted her head to inspect the transformation. The vibrant purple was gone, replaced by a muted brown that felt dull but safe. Relief flickered briefly, only to be swallowed by a heavier weight.

"I bet you're wondering what I'm wearing today aren't you lover. Maybe its stay ups. Maybe its thigh highs with a suspender belt. I bet you'd love to see that. Maybe it's just regular pantyhose, or maybe I've put a special pair of crotchless pantyhose on for you." Her attention moved from the camera to her desk, where she grabbed a glass with a straw and a green drink. She turned back to the camera and mouthed the straw like a cock, using her eyes to tell us she was being a naughty horny slut tease before she took a sip and placed the glass back on the table.

“Let’s try again. Nurse, turn the overhead lights down. Beta, Luna, can you please take photos?” “Photos?” Ainsley looks confused. “Don’t worry. We’ll show you, Ains.” Dara reassures her. The nurse turns the lights off, and Dara shines her light into Ainsley’s eyes again. A bright beam of light refracts back into the dark room like a movie projector. It creates an intricate golden kaleidoscope pattern that illuminates the room with a soft glow. Eva grabs my hand as we look around in shock. The doctor lowers the light, making the pattern disappear, then shines it in the other eye, making the pattern reappear.

It’s a deep, sheer black. It’s not a garment; it’s a suggestion. Zara leans in, her nose almost touching the cool glass. “Okay. Hold on. Let me… process.” She squints. “Is that… clothing? For humans?” she asks. My cheeks lift with a wicked smile. My heart isn’t racing from panic anymore; it’s beating with a cruel, excited thrum. “It’s straps,” I whisper. “Tiny, strategic, stretchy black straps.” “Strategic is one word for it,” Zara says, her voice full of disbelief.

She braces herself and heads for the toilet. Thankfully, the place is empty so she gets into action. She takes out a small bottle of glycerine and puts a few drops in her eyes. “Ow!” She winces. The liquid slightly burns her eyes and she blinks back tears. How do people use this thing? She wonders painfully. “I forgot to mention that the glycerine might sting a little,” Ryder’s voice comes through the mic “A little?” She hisses. “This thing is torturing me!”

The least I could do was obey a simple instruction. Clara I moved around the stranger after asking him to wait. I found my lamp and lit the wick. Light flooded the room, giving me a better look at the man. His eyes were stunning. They were a clear green, like the sun filtering through the leaves in summer. They made him even more handsome. There was something wrong, though. Those beautiful eyes were vacant, staring into the distance. I moved the lamp and his pupils remained unchanged. He didn’t follow the motion when I waved my hand in front of his face.

I responded with a shake of my head and a look that said ‘I also don't know what eagle eye is. “Eagle Eye is a contact lens that you can wear, which can transmit vivid images of your surroundings. Which means, whatever you're seeing, we're seeing it too” “Wow”, Phoebe and I exclaimed, nodding our heads. “And that chip that transmits my location, how do you insert that? Do I have to swallow—Ouch” I felt a sting on the upper part of my hand where Jeff had pressed down something like a stamp. “The chip has been implanted, and here is the contact lens.” Klaus handed me a small plastic container, a ghost of a smile hovering on his lips. I collected the container and opened it to see a transparent

"Do you use that eyepiece continuously?" John shook his head. "I use eyepieces when I go traveling." "What did you bring glasses for?" "Sometimes, I take off my eye lens." Luna slowly touched the lens of John's eye, but before that, John quickly held his hand. "I just want to help you. This eye lens is what causes your head to hurt. You're irritated, and if you're not treated right away, you'll be blind." "Would you be angry if you found out who I am?"

And as he emerged from the bathroom, a trendy embodiment of youthful sophistication, I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the sight of my handiwork. But there was one crucial detail left to attend to—the black-framed glasses that had become his trademark. With a knowing smile, I gently removed them, revealing the true depth of his eyes for the world to see. I had noticed his short-sightedness matched mine, so I had equipped him with contact lenses, allowing his gaze to shine unobstructed by the familiar frames. The effect was transformative, his eyes suddenly larger, more expressive, radiating a newfound confidence that was impossible to ignore.

In a moment, that woman had reached the window. Kay took out a small object like a toy car and kissed it. "I trust you, Tiny car." Then that woman put the toy car on the window pane. The toy car moves along the edge of the glass while emitting a hot laser capable of forming a line through the glass. Kay took out another object from her pocket. A square with rubber that can stick to the glass with a ring holder on top. After the little car had finished doing its job, Kay took the little car back and pushed the glass. With the ring holder, the glass doesn't fall and makes a sound that can attract everyone's attention.