Cheryl gets distracted by a new face.

That's when I saw another guy walking through the entrance and nearly tripped on my shoelaces.

Oh gawd, I choked after a second glance, he's... cute.

And he looked about as young as me! With long hair left down across his head, a slight messy strand or two sticking up, and wandering eyes dotting a face that was just asking to be cuddled, I felt my heartbeat quicken. He was small and a bit on the thin side, but it only seemed to add to his huggable-ness. As he passed, I near instinctively cast my eyes down before reminding myself of my newfound 'inconspicuousness', and kept my gaze firm. Close up, I could see the perfect curvature of his nose and wide dark pupils. On the other hand, he barely lifted a brow in my direction. I sucked my chest in.

And then he was gone.

Lungs, release.

I turned. First, I gave my metal-melting Lukas a smoldering, mental rain check. Then I followed Cutie Pie down to the fiction section and stood by each according corner as he perused the shelves. A few minutes ticked by. What was he looking for? An adventure novel? Mystery? Horror?

Romance, maybe?

...

Pah. Yeah. I dunno. What did most boys like in books? One of the only guy-friends of mine, from what now seems like such a long time ago, was into a lot of different things. Any genre was good as long as the 'book was good', which made sense, for him. But he was different. And not what I would call, like, an ultra nerd. He was more a purveyor of everything...

But, er, anyways. Enough tinted roses.

In fact, as a product of my internal meandering I almost lost track of where I was and side stepped into an adjacent shelf.

"Ow," I cursed, then darted my eyes sideward.

Thankfully, the boy was still in the same aisle, on the opposite side. Not as thankfully, upon my careless stumble, he looked up to glance at me -- and then after a quick smile, looked back down, otherwise uncaring, hair perfectly settled over his forehead.

I relaxed. Whew. Way to go, Cheryl, my brain dryly high-fived itself as I rubbed my jacket-covered elbow. Apparently, I still had to get used to some of my insecure instincts.

Which would be easy of course! I was Cheryl Barnes, nondescript queen of the world now! If I was any more glamorous I would have flipped my own hair over my shoulder. I successfully resisted the temptation.

As I looked down to feel my tingling funny bone, however, my eyes gravitated south of somewhere else. Then, my inner peverseness murmured into my cranial ear.

"Speaking of bones," I said so quietly only the Marquis de Sade novels to my left could hear it, stare glued to the spot below the boy's waistline, on his casual, slim black jeans, "I wonder how his, or more like, his bone-r, looks like in its full glory."

And then I was granted the most harmlessly diabolical idea with which to kick off this reality-warping coming of age. Grinning from ear to ear, I cleared my throat.

Then I tilted my head both ways, as if to stretch my earrings, and uttered,

"It is normal for guys to instantly pop hard full blooded boners whenever they've seen me, and to try to make it visible through their pants around me if it isn't clearly displayed enough."

Fastening my gaze to the front of his pants, I clutched the sleeve of my own jacket in vague anticipation. I realized, anxiously at first, that I felt... nothing. No sparkle darkle. No tremor. No flash.

But then my eyes widened as, literally, before my tingling chest, there was a faint twitch. Then, on cue, a bulge began to form in the kid's clothed frontal regions -- growing, and bubbling, and finally forming a fully pitched tent! I nearly dropped my jaw on my foot, lightly crossing my thighs. It was an erection that could've tipped over a small water bottle, and it was right under his nose. The same nose currently, obliviously, nonchalantly buried in some random book.

This boy had just gotten a 'full blooded' boner in front of me... because of me.

Pleasant gratification ran up and down my spine. Callously I eyed his lively, jeans-confined dick, and considered the extent of my power. How I just tweaked this boy's... normal... faculties. How it effectively encompassed the world. Strangers, friends, foes.

I felt a few twitchy tinges myself. Then I looked up. He had been looking at me, it appeared, because his eyes swiftly went back down to the page. Whatever he was thinking, however, he made no move to conceal his obvious erection. In fact, he brought one hand down to pull his pants up by the waistline, causing his bulge to throb even more, before innocently returning it to the spine of the novel. Meanwhile, I stifled a moan. This random guy was practically showing off his naughty noodle to me and not giving it a second thought, having already gone back to reading his book. The world, operating on my whims... and it felt amazing!