The Bee-Eyed Girl

The Bee-Eyed Girl: A Sci-Fi Erotica Choose-Your-Own-Adventure

2006-12-03T23:54:00.000-08:00

All of this takes place on another planet:

The Bee-Eyed Girl was lonely. She was lonely because it seemed to her like the whole entire planet was gray. Gray and ash and asphalt and charcoal. Everywhere she looked was a gray person, darker gray, lighter gray, striped gray, but gray everywhere. People would sit next to her in the lunchroom at school and she would barely notice them because they blended so well with the table and the bench. And when they talked to her, their voices sounded like a low drone or a middle drone or a high drone but always a drone. So she would stare at her plate of middle gray food and eat it slowly and apathetically and wonder why everything was so dull all the time.

The Bee-Eyed Girl’s mother didn’t know what to do. She herself had not been a Bee-Eyed Girl and was not a Bee-Eyed Woman. To her, people were people: peachy and brown and tan and all the variations that people come in. She could see their purple shirts and their green shorts and their pink cowboy boots. She could see their blue eyes and their brown eyes and their hazel eyes and their yellow eyes. When she looked at the Bee-Eyed girl she could see these things, too: brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin, purple shirt, green shorts and pink cowboy boots. The Bee-Eyed Girl’s mother thought her baby might be color blind with such an outfit. She didn’t know what to do.

So the Bee-Eyed Girl’s mother took her to the doctor’s office. The doctor examined the Bee-Eyed Girl and found nothing too wrong (when he hit her knee caps, her legs kicked forward; when he lifted up her shirt and listened with his stethoscope, her heart was beating) so he referred her to the optometrist. This seemed to be an eye problem. The optometrist gave her a thorough eye test. She could see all the E’s and e’s facing in all the directions. He dilated her eyes and there were no bumps or abnormalities behind her corneas. He referred her to the apiologist.

The apiologist’s office was a laboratory. He held up some cards for the Bee-Eyed Girl to look at. They had different swirling colors. He asked her what she saw. She mumbled, “gray.” He played some sounds and tested her response with buttons and flashing lights.

Then he told her and her mother to sit down.

“It’s the ‘Bee-Eye,’” he told the Bee-Eyed Girl’s mother.

“The ‘Bee-Eye’?” she said, “What’s that?”

“A rare condition affecting practically no one,” said the apiologist, “In fact,” he said, “your daughter is the first case I have ever seen.”

“But what is it?” asked the mother.

The Bee-Eyed Girl sat silently in the gray laboratory, looking at fuzzy gray bees floating in vials.

“Your daughter seems to have a peculiar seeing ability akin to that of certain types of bees. Many bees are very sensitive to ultraviolet patterns on the inner petals of the flowers from which they collect pollen. An evolutionary relationship has evolved between bees and specific flowers in which the flowers that need the bees for pollination have become equipped with what appears as a landing pad to the bees they are trying to attract. In this way, pollination becomes a three or more party endeavor with the bees becoming uncontrollably attracted to flowers with certain patterns that we as humans cannot see with our naked eyes. These bees will fly into these flowers, retrieve pollen and become satisfied. Then they will leave and continue on their journey, until they see another flower with the pattern that they desire, at which point they will once again be drawn into the flower and while they collect more pollen, some of the pollen grains from the stamen of the original flower will rub off on the stigma of the second, thus fertilizing this second flower. It is the amazing act of sexual reproduction, between plant and bee.”

The Bee-Eyed Girl’s mother was, reasonably, a little confused. “What does this have to do with my daughter?” she asked.

“Well,” said the apiologist, “Bees do not see any interesting color in anything except for the flowers which attract them. The rest of the flowers are basically gray to bees. This appears to be the way your daughter’s brain views the world. At some point she may see color. However, because she does not actually respond to ultraviolet, there is no way of knowing which spectrum or which colors she can see.”

“Is there a cure?” asked the mother.

“Unfortunately, we are unsure of what causes this condition. At this point there is no therapy I can recommend,” said the apiologist.

The Bee-Eyed Girl and her mother left the apiologist silently and drove home and didn’t talk of the Bee-Eye anymore. There is no cure, thought the mother, so there is no point in dwelling on it.

WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?

4

2006-11-03T23:53:00.000-08:00

The class was surprised because they’d never heard the Bee-Eyed Girl talk to anyone but herself but the Flower-Faced Boy didn’t seem to mind at all. “Sure,” he said and sat down next to the Bee-Eyed Girl.

Now it would be a lie to say the Bee-Eyed Girl and the Flower-Faced Boy lived happily ever after. They didn’t have happily ever after on the planet where they lived. But all through class the Bee-Eyed Girl stared happily at the Flower-Faced Boy and he stared happily at her. And then later on, they sat outside on the gray lawn and told each other stories that they had been thinking up for a long time and had never had anyone to tell. Then even later, they both went home for gray dinner, gray homework and bed. But that night as the Bee-Eyed Girl’s mother turned out her baby’s lights, the Bee-Eyed Girl smiled. Her eyes were full and her ears were full and her brain had a lot to think about. And then she fell asleep.

THE END

1

2006-10-03T23:50:00.000-07:00

Suddenly, across the classroom their eyes met. Under his breath the Flower-Faced Boy whistled. “Sure sweet thing,” he said slowly, “And who might you be?” He walked toward her as if in slow motion and the Bee-Eyed Girl could feel her heart pounding with anticipation. And then he was by her side and his hot, eager breath was in her ear. “Let’s get out of here,” he panted and then slowly he ran his tongue down the edge of her ear.

Now you choose!
If this scene moves into the teacher’s lounge go here.
If this scene moves into outer space, go here.

5

2006-09-03T23:09:00.000-07:00

Selena could feel the dampness between her legs growing as she clutched Mateo's welcoming hand and allowed herself to be led from the room.

In a moment they were in the deserted teachers’ lounge and Mateo was locking the door. “Who…” whispered Selena but Mateo’s mouth was upon hers before she could finish her question, his tongue pressing urgently on her teeth and then stealthily engaging her own tongue in a heavy dance. As he kissed her, Selena could feel Mateo’s body against hers. He was strong and his arms were thick and powerful. She could feel his growing bulge push intently on the zipper of her jeans and she felt her body responding before she even asked it to. Then Mateo lifted her in his powerful arms and gently laid her on the teachers’ couch. Now his tongue was moving in and out of her mouth with a steady rhythm and his hands were working on the clasp of her bra. Suddenly Selena couldn’t take it anymore. She reached down and in one fluid motion unhooked his belt and pulled his pants and underwear below his knees. His uncovered member was much bigger than she had imagined and it pulsed willingly in the neon light. With a deft motion Selena ran her fingers along its ridge and Mateo gasped with pleasure. Then he ripped off her shirt and his surprised hands landed on her full, alert breasts as if they had forgotten what was there. Mateo pushed his face into their abundance and shuddered with pleasure. His tongue found one nipple and then the other and Selena could feel the wetness soak into her jeans. Now with even more urgency, Mateo loosened Selena’s belt and let his fingers slip down into her dampness. Selena arched her hips to meet his fingers and pulled on her pants until they too were on the floor. Now they were writhing together, hands on breast and shoulder and inner thigh and tongues searching new realms in ears and collarbones. And then, in a moment, he entered her, her wetness welcoming his solid manhood. She let out a tiny scream of pleasure as they moved together, slowly, slowly and then faster and faster, pounding into one another, needing, wanting, pleading, begging. “Oh Mateo!” she gasped and then together they arched into each other, screaming and releasing and becoming one person.

And then it was done. Mateo fell back into Selena’s arms panting; she tenderly kissed his lips and they both fell asleep.

Twenty minutes later the first break bell rang, awaking Mateo and Selena. They looked into each other’s eyes and Mateo said, “Will you marry me Selena?”

“Of course I will Mateo,” said Selena and then, hand in hand, the Bee-Eyed Girl and the Flower-Faced Boy put their clothes on and walked back to their classroom.

THE END

2

2006-09-03T00:06:00.000-07:00

Selena licked Mateo’s ear. On their planet ear licking was a standard greeting. She said, “Sure sweet thing.” On their planet “sweet thing” meant “new truest friend with whom I would like to share many outer space adventures.”

Together they ran from the room. This did not surprise the class. They were aliens. Very little surprised them anymore.

They ran through the halls together to the exit where Mateo’s small starship was waiting for them. It was shaped like an egg and it was neon green, though Selena could not see that part. A door materialized and they walked through.

“Computer,” said Mateo, “Take us to the happiest and most perfect planet in the galaxy.”

The computer whirred into action as Mateo and Selena sat down and buckled their seat belts. It scanned their retinas and did a quick psychological profile of their brains. It tested oxygen and gravity levels in the cabin and then it said, “Prepare for departure.”

Selena and Mateo sat back and stared at the computer screen. “Would you like a juice box?” Mateo asked. Selena nodded and together they sucked down sweet juice and watched as the school became a gray dot and their city become a gray smudge and their country became an gray soap island in a bathtub full of dingy water and then their planet was gone.

All day they drank juice boxes and talked about botany and apiology and other things they thought were interesting. That night they asked the computer how far away they were and he said, “ Not far,” which could have meant anything in computer talk so they converted the cabin of the ship into a bunk and fell asleep.

In the morning they woke up and the ship was no longer moving. The screen was dark and Selena touched the wall with her hands until the door once again appeared and opened.

“Are we here?” asked Mateo opening his eyes sleepily but Selena could not speak. Outside the door she saw for the first time green, green grass. As she reached down to touch it, a yellow bird flew by singing what could only be described as a Cure song.

“Do you hear that Mateo?” asked Selena, “Do you see this grass?”

“ ‘Daylight licked me into shape,’” sang the bird, “ ‘Must have been asleep for days.”

Now you choose!
If the bird’s next song is by Shania Twain, go to this page.
If the bird’s next song is by Rammstein, go to this page.

6

2006-08-03T00:05:00.000-07:00

“ ‘…but just look at us holding on,’” sang the bird, “ ‘we’re still together; we’re still goin’ strong.”

“I think we should live here,” said Mateo, “Or at least station ourselves here when we aren’t exploring the galaxy.”

“I agree,” said Selena.

Later that day, they found a small clearing in a wooded area beside a stream. There was a town not far off, with movies in colors that even Selena could see. They built a house and called their parents and spent the rest of their lives exploring the universe, not happily ever after maybe, but this was a whole different planet and they were pretty darn close.

THE END

7

2006-07-03T00:04:00.000-07:00

“ ‘Du,’ sang the bird, “ ‘Du hast; du hast mich.’”

And on the “mich” he dive-bombed Mateo.

“Run!” yelled Selena, but it was too late. The bird was tearing at Mateo with its beak. She stared in horror as the sweet yellow bird ripped at the skin on his face and neck.

“SELENA!” screamed Mateo, but she just stood there, paralyzed by disgust and confusion and color.
The bird pulled at one of Mateo’s eyeballs until it popped out of his head. Bright red blood poured from the empty socket, making the veins and nerves hanging down his face like weeds caught in brambles, flailing over the edge of a waterfall. Selena realized she was crying. And then she realized there was another yellow bird and it was pecking at her face. And the pecking was quickly becoming pounding. She put her hand to her cheek and when she pulled it away, it was dripping red.
At that moment the bird pulled out Mateo’s second eyeball and his screaming subsided into a moan. Selena felt something sharp and hard burrow into her ear and she felt talons on her forehead and then she felt nothing at all.

THE END

8

2006-06-03T00:03:00.000-07:00

The Flower-Faced Boy looked startled into the Bee-Eyed Girl’s eyes as the rest of the class burst out laughing. Silently, he walked over and sat down in the desk next to hers. For the rest of the morning she stared at him unabashedly, counting the shades of color she saw on his skin and listening enraptured whenever he was called on to answer a question.

She followed him to lunch, though he was still silent, and sat down eagerly at his table. “Hi,” she said, “I’m Selena, but everyone calls me the Bee-Eyed Girl. Or that’s what I call myself, anyway. You’re Mateo, right? We have class together.” The Flower-Faced Boy didn’t say anything; he just worked on the gray lunch on his tray, chewing slowly, maybe thoughtfully or maybe he was just bored.

“Do you know why they call me the Bee-Eyed Girl?” asked the Bee-Eyed Girl, “Of course you don’t, you’re a new kid, you don’t know anything about anyone. Well, so I’ll tell you. They call me Bee-Eyed Girl because well, I see things sort of like bees see them. Like, maybe you didn’t know this, but bees only see colors on certain flowers. They only see colors on flowers they want to pollinate. All the other flowers are gray but on the right flowers the bees see patterns and colors that let them know to pollinate that plant.”

The Flower-Faced Boy was still chewing but a look that might be described as worried had crept into one of his eyes.

“So I guess almost everything I see is gray,” said the Bee-Eyed Girl, “Well, actually everything I see, until today. My mom used to think it was just a worse kind of color-blind but the apiologists— those are the guys who study bees— they call it ‘The Bee Eye’ and they said sometime I’d see something that was all colored and pretty and well, I’m pretty sure they meant that when I saw all those colors I wouldn’t have a choice but to fall in love with that thing, sort of like a bee and its flower.”
Now the worried was in both of the Flower-Faced Boy’s eyes and his chewing had completely stopped. The Bee-Eyed Girl looked straight into his worried eyes and said it: “You’re the first person I’ve ever seen with colors.”
The Flower-Faced Boy sat still. Then he looked around at the cafeteria to see if anyone was watching. Most of the other kids were too busy flirting with each other to care about a weirdo and a new kid. He looked back at the Bee-Eyed Girl. “So what, you want to pollinate me?” is what he said when he finally spoke.

“No.” said the Bee-Eyed Girl matter of fact-ly, “I just love you, that’s all.”

“Look, Selena Bee Head or whatever you call yourself,” said the Flower-Faced Boy, “I don’t even know you. You look absolutely normal to me, except for your weird outfit, and I just don’t think I love you. I’m not trying to be mean or anything it’s just that I’m new and I’d like to get off on the right foot at this place, if you know what I’m saying, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone about seeing me in color and if you didn’t sit with me anymore.”

The Flower-Faced Boy picked up his tray and moved to a different table while the Bee-Eyed Girl watched his colorful body melt into a crowd of gray. After lunch she sat in the back of the room, unable to keep her eyes off her true love’s dancing rainbow neck. After school she walked home through the gray and ate her gray dinner and did her gray homework and when the Bee-Eyed Girl’s mother turned out her lights that night, she barely noticed the change of shade. The room was already completely gray.

THE END

You Die

2006-05-03T00:02:00.000-07:00

Get real. The Flower-Faced Boy might be perfect or sexy or an astronaut or mean but it is pretty certain he isn’t rude. He wasn’t raised by a pack of wolves. What, do you think this is “Planet Goofus” or something? I really can’t believe you sometimes.

THE END

THE END

2006-03-03T01:19:00.000-08:00

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2006-01-08T09:11:00.000-08:00

So the Bee-Eyed Girl went to school everyday, picking her way through gray sidewalks and gray houses and gray people, bored of what her eyes saw and bored of what her ears heard and sometimes even bored of what her brain thought. She would sit in class and try to focus on some gray man in front of some gray board drone about some gray thing that had nothing to do with her. She drew pictures on her gray desk and was not surprised when they disappeared into the background, too gray to see.

Days passed, as they do on every planet, not just ours, and so did a lot of time. But the Bee-Eyed Girl was still the Bee-Eyed Girl, in class or at home or on the city bus. One day, as she sat at her desk, pushing her pencil hard into its wood to see if she could make a mark, there was a knock at the classroom door. She didn’t look up because she was pretty sure it would be a waste of effort but as she pushed down hard on her pencil, the lead broke and shot towards the gray neck in front of her and her eyes hit the front of the room.

Standing next to her gray teacher was the most amazing thing she could remember seeing. It was a tall boy with big shoulders and his face was pink and smiling and streaked with red. His arms were too long for his gray sweatshirt and they stuck out of his sleeves revealing purple and blue polka dotted skin. What the Bee-Eyed Girl could see was beautiful and somehow familiar and then he spoke! His voice was up and down and melodic and gorgeous and all at once the Bee-Eyed Girl stood up and yelled, “PLEASE COME HERE!”

Now it’s your turn to choose!
If the Flower-Faced Boy says, “Sure,” this is next.
If the Flower-Faced Boy says, “Sure sweet thing, and what’s your name?” go here.
If the Flower-Faced Boy says nothing but sits down next to the Bee-Eyed Girl anyway, go to this page.
If the Flower-Faced Boy refuses to sit with the Bee-Eyed Girl, i think you know what to do.

footnote 3

2005-12-08T09:33:00.001-08:00

If you missed it, the Bee-Eyed Girl is really named Selena.

footnote 4

2005-12-08T09:33:00.000-08:00

And the Flower-Faced Boy is Mateo. This is the kind of planet they live on. The planet of romantic Latin-sounding names.

footnote 2

2005-12-08T09:32:00.000-08:00

It turns out his real name was Mateo.

footnote 1

2005-12-08T09:31:00.000-08:00

It turns out her real name was Selena.