A bit more talking and Dean notices that he can influence her Mind, even if she is telling him that this is impossible

While lying on the examination table I thought about the words Jean had just said. Had my parents really done this to me? Or was it because I was dangerous? The professor had mentioned that some of his students were a danger to their environment, and yet he allowed them to be here. This could only mean that they were not evil, but that their mutations were dangerous.

"Miss Grey. May I ask you a question?"

"Of course, Dean. What is it?" she replied in a routine way, simply carrying on with her work.

"Am I dangerous?" I asked uncertainly, and she stopped for a moment and came down beside me, smiling down at me.

"A good sign. Dean is worried about what Charles meant. But how do I explain to him that his abilities have the potential to be dangerous?" Jean asked before she replied. She had had dozens of similar conversations and was used to always putting on a friendly, reassuring face. However, in his case it was different. He possessed an ability that was potentially dangerous. "Not unless you want to be. Unfortunately, I can only give this answer to you as a person. As for your powers... well, they'll have to be explored further before I can tell you that. However, they are not life-threatening or a direct threat to those around you."

"Is there such a thing?" I asked, looking up at her. I had of course seen on TV how some mutants had killed other people or fought against the Avengers or something, but after all, these were all wanted criminals.

"I'm sorry, Dean. But it wouldn't be right to tell you something like this right now. It would only upset you." She tried to calm me down, and while she was saying that, she nodded her head in agreement. "It's still too early to tell him about our other students. Especially not the ones that could be really dangerous."

I had at least learned that I wasn't a danger to others, but I was curious. "Please tell me anyway, Miss Grey." I asked again, and she looked down at me, thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Very well. I'll make an exception for your sake, but don't tell anyone. We have some students whose powers we must keep under wraps. To be precise, two. One exudes such heat that the water around him would immediately start boiling and the other would turn you to stone with a single touch.

"Woah... that exists?" I asked, and she laughed.

"There are many things. You will learn a lot here about mutations and mutants in general. The Professor is one of the most powerful mutants on the planet." She smiled softly and went back to the scanner. "I hope I didn't frighten him with this information. I had no intention of discussing this with him. Maybe I should say less from now on. He is still far too inexperienced as if he could do anything with all this information. He should first arrive in peace and cope with his new situation."

"And who is the most powerful mutant here?" I asked straight out and grinned up. "You can tell me! I won't tell." I grinned, and she laughed amusedly.

"I am the most powerful!" she winked, and I could see almost immediate doubt in her face, as if she had said more than she wanted to. Slowly it dawned on me. "Whoa Jean! Pull yourself together! There's no need to show off in front of the boy!"

"You said earlier that my powers... were... pheromone-based? What exactly does that mean?"

"Well, Dean, basically, your skin emits a scent that has a certain effect on those around you. Does the name Purple Man mean anything to you?"

"No. Should it?" I asked, grinning at the name. "He doesn't sound creative."

"No, he should not, really. But strangely enough, most super villain names aren't that original. Purple Man's name comes from his purple hair and skin of the same color. He's not exactly a mutant, but what we call a Mutated here Someone whose body hasn't mutated naturally."

"Wait. Mutated naturally. Isn't that a contradiction in terms?" I asked, and she nodded and suddenly a chair rolled towards her and she sat down. "Whoa! How did they do that?"

"I am not only telepathic, I am telekinetic. So, the difference is this. Your body was born this way. Since you were conceived, your DNA has already mutated. There are about 1 million theories why there are so many mutations right now and honestly... we don "t know. But in the case of a mutant it is so that its mutation is fixed from the moment of its birth. We can't change them, or very rarely. It happens that during time the mutation changes or more are added, but that is rare. With a mutated person on the other hand, one has artificially tried to duplicate this effect and specifically. So, you try to transform a person into something that he was not before. Most of the time, it's a big fuck-up."

"Like Deadpool?" I asked curiously, and she burst out laughing. At that moment she was even more beautiful than before. Her huge breasts teetered temptingly up and down as she gasped for breath and wiped away a tear.

"Deadpool... has been a weirdo before and his powers have only made it worse. But, yeah. He's a mutated Person. Well, at least your power is like Purple Man's. But with him, his control is more brutal, harsh, and merciless. When he gives you an order, you carry it out without thinking. And if he tells you to shoot yourself, you will. However, it also depends on the dosage and the will of the victim but believe me. He's bad!"

I shuddered to think such a thing was possible. However, I couldn't deny that I would have liked to give Jean one or two orders at this very moment!

"What about me?"

"With you it seems similar, but not the same. According to your reports, the people around you are just willing to help you. This suggests that your pheromones don't interrupt higher brain functions as they do in Purple Man, but simply create a sense of helpfulness. I also believe that your power is much subtler, as there have been no complaints that anyone has acted against their beliefs. However." She said admonishingly and raised an index finger. "Powers that can change the minds of others always come with a great responsibility. So, you must be careful what you do, yes?"

"Of course, Miss Grey!" I rushed to say, watching her get up and continue the investigation. But there was one thought that puzzled me. "Miss Grey. You said that I was secreting these pheromones all the time. Wouldn't that put you in danger?"

"That's sweet of you to worry about me, Dean, that's a good sign. I can assure you, though, that I've prepared myself. From the moment we met, and I ran an initial scan of your mind, I knew you had something like this. That's why my mental barriers have been up since that moment. Even the professor would need Cerebro to manipulate me in this state. That's why I'm here."

For a while, I just lay there and obeyed her instructions. Sometimes I had to think about something intensively, sometimes I just had to change my position or handle a test device. Somehow none of this made much sense to me. At school I had learned that pheromones were a scent that was absorbed by the nose. So, if my abilities were purely physical, why should a mental barrier be able to protect me? Wouldn't it have been more necessary to use some sort of protective suit? A simple nasal filter or a breathing mask?

When we finally finished, and I seemed to have passed the tests, I sat on the examination table and watched Jean as she was about to enter some things into the computer. She wasn't paying attention to me, so I tried to confirm my theory.

"Miss Grey"?

"Yes, Dean, what is it?" she asked, looking over my shoulder. "Do you have another question?"

"Yes. And it would be sweet if you would answer it honestly. What did you think when you... saw what I was thinking when we met... I mean about you?"

This time it took her almost ten seconds to answer. By then she seemed strained to think if it was right to answer me.

"What's the big deal if I tell him but maybe if I tell him the truth, he'll trust us more easily. Yes. I think it's for the best. That way he'll understand that we mean him no harm here." Did it cross her mind at this time before she turned to him and put her hands on her knees?

"To be honest, it was exactly what I expected from a young man like you, Dean. I know I look pretty good and that my outfit doesn't help hide my bust. So, you have nothing to be afraid of. I'm not angry with you, and its kind of flattering that you thought I was the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen. Although I hope you don't still think of me as a sex object in general."

For a moment, I felt the blood rush to my head. It was one of the most embarrassing things I've ever experienced in my life and then suddenly fear came into it. What if her husband found out? He already didn't like me anyway!

"Does... your husband know, Miss Grey?"

"Afraid of him? Don't worry! Scott is a warm-hearted man once you get to know him. You don't have to be afraid of him. He doesn't know it yet, but we're talking about it. So, if he asks me, I won't lie to him! You're not the first person who thought that about me."

"I'd rather this stay our secret! Do me a favor!" I begged her, and she nodded.

"All right, then. I'll lie to my husband about it if you want me to, but I never do that!" she said confusedly, and I smiled happily. “He is right. No need to tell it to Scott. He is used to It that I do not need to tell it to him. Also If I lie it would sure help him with Scott. He would see him as the nice young Man that he is!”

"I am so grateful that you would make an exception for me, Miss Grey!"

"Of course, Dean. I'm happy to do this for you."