As D floated along behind Ashley, he became increasingly self-conscious. It had never really bothered him before, being a ghost, but now…
Well, now that he was running around an abandoned mansion with a pretty girl he was becoming increasingly aware of his nakedness.
Still, she was just so… innocent, if only in speech, not in her treacherously dirty thoughts, but even a stronger-willed boy would have been even mildly attracted. And she seemed just so fascinated by him, too, that every once in a while he thought they could be together. Maybe it was just his own need for human contact, since he hadn't talked to anyone in so long…
But there were two big problems.
First of all, he was a ghost. Nearly insubstantial in the real world without his intense concentration. With an effort, he could become substantial enough to affect the outer world. But he'd never really tried being solid enough to actually touch someone… so he felt a bit awkward starting now.
Second of all, he was invisible below the waist. It had happened a while ago, when the very first people came by. He was naked and, in a fit of panic, made himself invisible… down there. He could reverse it if he wanted, but… it was difficult, since he had kept it that way for so long. And, of course, that really did nothing for his libido. Being for all intents and purposes without that… area was a bit of a dampener, especially when he saw just how far Ashley's imagination could go.