"In order to be steady, we have to give up the thing we want the most."

Even our dreams... That was what you sadly decided when Tiffany finally came into the room. You wanted to change history.

This was YOUR mind, after all. You make the rules. You can be whoever the heck you WANT to be.

...

But you didn't act, and Tiffany looked lost and confused. Like the day you first gazed at her beauty. She was then approached, not by Zeke Campbell, but what looked like a random student. As you reluctantly watch Tiffany slip away from you a second time, you think back to her erotic dream and your confession of love: your frustration, your obsession.

And without even realizing it, you were about to get a front-row seat to a first look at your own demon. That random student had changed forms right before your eyes: it was you! But a different shade, as if draped by a sheet of darkness.

'Hi there,' he purred at Tiffany.

'Hi...' she replied. You tried to get out of your chair, but it was like your butt was glued to your chair. AND your arms, to the desk; you seemed helpless.

Dream Tiffany never averted her eyes from your darker self, and she couldn't help but blush. It was so pink that it was starting to heat her cheeks, and your demon cradled her cheek well, rubbing his thumb against it. 'Y'know, I think you could use some help,' he said to start taunting you.

'Help...?' Her voice was still soft as a demure, nice girl. But it didn't sound right to you.

'Oh, yes. You see, i think you look pretty. And cute...' She sighed at him, her body starting to sway before him.

'Thank you...' she replied dreamily.

Was your Inner Demon... Hypnotizing her? He looks like he'll **** her, with a hungry look in his eyes. Tiffany's swaying form was so alluring to you, and you felt your erection tightening in your pants.

'No!' You yell at Tiffany and your Demon to stop this. 'Let her go!' But it was no use... It eyed you, smirking wickedly as you strive harder to free yourself. Also to no avail.

He turned his attention back to Tiffany, drinking in her more accentuated swaying. She seemed to be giving in from some kind of hidden power of your demon. He touched her forehead, amd her eyes close while her head leaned back. He-- no. IT. It had Tiffany's back against his-- ITS chest. Its hands roamed all over her body, and the swaying had lessened and changed into grinding against it.

'Mmm...' She purred, wrapping one arm around the back of the Demon's neck while another gently clawed at her breast. Still sexually grinding against the imposter.

'So what say you? Want to be my girlfriend?' He, IT snake its hand under her shirt and tweaked her nipple kind of hard. She was losing herself in the heat of the moment, and so were you... And losing her...

'Ohh... I'll be whatever girl you want me to be...' she moaned. Especially when it cradled her pussy in her pants. 'Ohh! I'll do anything. Anything at all.'

Her panting became much more erratic, and you couldn't stop them.

She turned to face it with glassy bedroom eyes. 'Whatever you want...' He-- no, IT! He leaned down and grabbed the back of her neck to shove her mouth in hers so HARD! While they kissed so passionately with sloppy tongues, other students looked at you the same way people looked at your girlfriend in her nightmares.

Wait. GIRLFRIEND? Tiffany wasn't really your... Was she...? You weren't sure anymore.

Bella, or say Miss Cardigan, came into the classroom, her high heels klacking against the floor as she went to her desk. She acted as if nothing happened.

'Good morning, class. Today, we are going to talk about relationships.' You couldn't believe what you were hearing. 'Relationships generally revolve around the concepts of communication and connection. Without PROPER communication,' she emphasized, 'people have to resort to what they personally know. And memory is what we base our reason on. Isn't that right... John?' Now you were getting nervous as the students stood up in a large circle around you, parting to let in Bella, and the horny lovebirds, loosely put.

'Don't you get it yet, Casanova?' the demon mocked. 'You're failing a second time. Because you're not MAN enough to go after something you want, so you have to resort to poking through people's heads. How many people have you helped, really...?' It just continued fondling a horny, obedient, moaning shell that was once Tiffany. 'Since you won't make a move, I will...'

'No!' you roared. As the dream faded, the demon already managed to greatly affect Tiffany, and he... He poked Bella's forehead before disappearing from sight. Soon, all around you was bleakness and darkness.