So as you can guess, I'm always working on new formulations and gadgets to encapsulate the ladies in new and interesting ways. A couple of days ago I finally finished and tested my latest creation - Clear bubbles. Yeah, I know clear bubbles are already a thing. But these are different. They're really clear, as in totally transparent. No apparent refraction or reflection whatsoever. Without giving the too much away, a major aspect was making the bubble adjust itself with the ambient air temperature to avoid the sort of waves you see on blacktop and car hoods on hot days.
Anyways, I tested it on Kate (one of my more than willing live-in subjects), and it worked perfectly. Worked great in the bubble gun, hit the target as expected, popped big like a more conventional bubble trap, was totally soundproof like normal, and impossible to pop without the release substance. Except you couldn't see it. At all. At least from the outside. A side effect of the way that it bends light, however, is that the trapped subject can't see out from the inside. It looks like frosted glass from the inside. Kate enjoyed herself for a while struggling inside (I set the gun to make this one elastic and small enough to hold her in a fetal position), then I let her out.
On Thursday night, we went down to the boardwalk, where I happened to know there was a female mime performing up on a little platform. Now the fact is, I hate mimes. Usually I reserve my devices for sticking it to people who specifically have it coming. But for some reason, I feel mimes have it coming in just sort of a more general way. I don't know why. I don't dislike garden-variety clowns. But there's something about mimes that make me feel like they're fair game, even if they're perfectly acceptable people when their makeup's off.
Anyhoo, this particular mime was pretty hot as mimes go, dressed up in a mime looking latex catsuit which was obviously filled out by a particularly large, expensive looking set of implants. She was wearing the mime makeup and little hat and all that, and pulling on an invisible rope or something. Kate walked a little ways down the boardwalk, then fired off a blast from her little self defense air horn. While everybody was looking that way, I let the mime have it with the bubble gun. A second later there was a pop, and she was in there. The gun was configured to make a taught-skinned, non-elastic bop-bag shaped capsule, affixed to the platform. As far as I could tell, it worked perfectly. Kate yelled out her apologies to the crowd for the air horn, false alarm and such.
Anyway, people started watching the mime again, who was now doing a rather frantic version of a mime stuck in a box. Really convincing! She also made a good show of silently yelling a lot, which is something you don't typically see, but I guess people felt within artistic license for mimes. The fun thing is, there was no way for her to know that we could still see her. As far as she knew, the bubble was frosted looking to the audience too. So I assume she was in there wondering why nobody was trying to help, while the audience thought she was just doing her mime thing. I gotta say, I'm pretty pleased with this one.
Kate and I got a couple coney dogs, and sat down on a bench for about forty-five minutes eating, holding hands, and watching her go. Then when we'd had enough fun, we walked slightly upwind of her, and pulled out one of those little personal misting fans. A little spritz from the fan sent a mist of the release substance drifting towards the bubble, and we headed on our way. We played a few games and did a little shopping, then went home and played some more with the bubble gun. All in all, a pretty awesome day.