Class + Magic?

When I enter my math class, I quickly grab a seat next to Jake, who's seemingly eager to finally have someone to talk to. After I've settled in, Jake nudges me, and points out how close we both are to Heather and Nikki.

"Picked a pretty good spot, right?" Jake asks, his eyebrows dancing up and down, not so subtly emphasizing the perverted thoughts running around his mind.

I give him a subdued thumps-up and then take stock of the rest of the class. Aside from the cheerleaders and Jake, I find that my cousin, Kayla, is also here. She notices me around the same time I notice her and gives a little wave. She's too far away to have an actual conversation with, but at least we shared a small moment.

At the front of the class, Professor Nadir quickly introduces herself and then immediately dives into her lecture. It's easy to tell that she wants to get through this as fast as possible, but she's struggling to speak loud enough for the students in the back. Even some of the students in the front complain about how softspoken she is. The professor doesn't really manage to find her voice until she turns around completely and begins writing on the blackboard. I assume that having her back turned gives her the confidence she desperately needs. Not that I mind.

A smirk wraps around my lips as I begin to imagine all the ways I could boost her self-esteem, or exploit the lack thereof. The latter sounds more rewarding.

Suddenly, three bright lights begin to fly around the room, letting off the sound of gusting winds. I inconspicuously examine the lights; pink, purple and yellow.

Wind manipulation sounds fun. Without a hitch, I raise my index finger and begin absorbing the flickering yellow orb. Soon, a powerful gust of wind begins to materialize in the back of my head, and my body tenses. I can feel the power trickling around my fingertips, aching to be released. And who better to torment that my prideless history professor.

With her back turned to the wall, I slowly start playing with her jacket, causing to to slide down her shoulders. She wordlessly readjusts it as she continues writing on the blackboard, but I'm persistent.

After a few more slips and drops, she finally spins around, attempting to figure out who or what is causing this, but all of the students are clearly still in their seats. Annoyed and confused, she grumbles incoherently and removes the jacket.

With her back turned once again, I resume my game by playing with her skirt next. I start off slow, teasing the edges of it further and further up her legs, until I give it one final push, revealing her ass to the entire classroom. A cacophony of gasps went up in the classroom. Jake's eyes immediately widen, Heather and Nikki break out into giggles, and Kayla begins looking around the classroom for the source of this bizarre occurrence.

Professor Nadir turns around again, frustrated and embarrassed by the public display. "Alright, who's doing that?" she asks in a surprisingly stern tone. It looks like forcefully ripping her clothes off is the only way to really break her out of her shell.

Unfortunately, it just makes her appear as a paranoid lunatic, since everyone can clearly see that no one's touching her. When she realizes just how crazy she looks, Professor Nadir readjusts her skirt and then slowly, cautiously, approaches the blackboard again.

Getting a glimpse of Nadir's incredible body like this has caused me to imagine a range of other, far more lewd, scenarios. I decide to get a sneak peek of them by using the wind to push Nadir against her desk, causing her ass to jutt out and wiggle as she tries to resist the invisible ****.

I can hear audible gasps from the other students as, from their perspective, it looks their teacher just showed up to work incredibly drunk. The only person to show any kind of empathy is Kayla, who slides out of her seat to help her.

It's at that point I think quickly and forcefully turn Nadir around with a flick of my wrist and take her top down completely. I watch with silent glee as my math professor's perky breasts pop out of her bra. Kayla tries to cover her up with her own body, so I decide to improvise a little.

Kayla looks down in horror as she feels her shorts and panties ripped to the ground. As she reaches down to cover them, while still covering her panicking teacher, she also feels her shirt fly up, revealing her breasts to the others in the class. I hear Heather loudly cackle at the reveal, encouraging several boys to hoot and holler at the semi-naked pair at the front of the room.

Professor Nadir has, obviously, never dealt with a situation like this before, so any aspect of authority she had is gone as she desperately tries to protect her naughty bits from wandering eyes. Kayla is similarly shocked and frustrated, but she has enough sense to close a nearby window, hoping that'll be enough to stem the bizarre gusts of wind targeting them.

Even after the window is closed, I shiver at the fire in Kayla's eyes and decide that maybe you've had enough fun for now. Who knows what she'll do if you push her further.

The rest of the lecture is awkward, to say the least, and is mostly taken up by Professor Nadir profusely apologizing to everyone for the 'disgusting' display. Jake, meanwhile, suggests that next class the two of us come in early to open all the windows again.

Afterwards, I prepare to go to the dining hall to get some food. On my way out the door though, I pass by Nikki as she desperately tries to wake up a loudly snoring Heather. I chuckle to yourself, noting the irony of Heather laughing so much at the plight of Kayla and Professor Nadir that she apparently worked herself into an embarrassing nap over the course of the remaining lecture.

...

As I step foot inside the dining hall for the first time, a gentle wave of accomplishment hits me. Having control over magical transdimenensional lights is cool and all, but I'd say making it to college on a full scholarship is just as impressive, if not more.

My head rotates left to right as I examine the familiar faces around the hall, many already sat and eating. Jake meet my wandering gaze and waves me over, motioning towards an empty seat he had saved for me. A faint smile crosses my lips. The deed itself was nothing impressive, even less so as it's clear Jake has limited choices in friends, but still. I can't exactly brag about being well perceived by my peers.

On the end of the cafeteria, I notice Rio and Sofia, engaged in another study session. Books of all sizes fill their small table, limiting space for actual food. In fact, I doubt the thought of lunch has crossed their minds yet.

On the opposite end of the table, my gaze latches on to my elder sister, Brittany, and her best, and only, friend, Stacy. Brittany and I lock eyes for a moment. It's clear she adamant about enjoying college without me, as she refuses to wave me over. Her friend, noticing Brittany's attention shift, turns around and eyes me. She motions me over, mouthing for me to come over and say hi. Brittany quietly shakes her head no.

Jake, Brittany and Stacy, or Sofia?

I slowly examine my options a few more times, my mind getting to work as to who would be more rewarding. I suppose since Jake did invite me first, it's only fair if I take him up on his offer.

After I swipe my card and grab my foot, I plop down on the seat besides Jake and atart eating. It’s not long into my meal, though, that I notice several lights nearby. Amidst the usual glowing lights, one shines brighter than the other. From its size and luminescence, it's undoubtedly the strongest light I've seen.

With a bubbling excitement inside me, I draw in the glowing orange orb, and a single word repeats itself in my mind,

Sleep

Sleep

Sleep

But I don't feel tired...

Jake is trying to hold a conversation with me, admist my attempts to absorb the orange light. Suddenly, his words begin to stutter and slur together until his head finally collapses into his plate.

I smile to myself when I feel my own drowsiness coming on. My consciousness is ripped from my body and thrust into Jake's curious mind.

I find yourself floating in Jake's dreamscape, with a myriad of choices available. Normally, a person would only focus on one dream at a time, but there seems to be a central conflict in Jake's personality. I could help him overcome these struggles, but I'll have to choose what direction to start pushing him down.

....

As soon as I make my decision, I'm flung from the dream world and into the physical manifestation of my changes to Jake's mind. Around me, the world of light begins to morph and take shape into one of Jake's deepest fantasies. One he isn't even aware of.

Surprisingly, instead of being in some altered version of Jake's home, I'm actually in a strip club.

The strip club is awfully quiet. It makes sense seeing as there are only three people present: myself, Jake, and her. Jake's standing beside me, though he doesn't see or react to me. In front of me is the third soul present, a young woman dancing erotically against the pole.

"Who — Who are you?" Jake asks, though the whimper in his voice betrays the fact that he already knows the answer.

"I'm you," his feminine alter ego purrs as she slides along the pole. "I'm everything you wish you could be, if you just had the courage to admit it."

"What? I don't want this," Jake cries, his voice a uncertain mixture of anger and discomfort.

The female Jake is unbothered with his protests and continues to dance rhythmically to... actually, now that I think about it, there isn't any music playing. Still, something about its dreamlike quality makes it so serene I don't even care.

"Relax, Jake. There's no one else here," the woman says, unintentionally lying to the other half of Jake's subconscious. "Admit it: You wish you could be like me, to be the center of attention, to have men throw money at you just for a chance to be around you. No one wants a pathetic little momma's boy, but everyone loves a sweet little daddy's girl. Who knows, maybe ours wouldn't have left if you were Jane... instead of Jake."

Jake stutters through his words as he tries to defend himself against... herself.

"That's not true! I love chicks! Tits, pussies, you know I'm into it all!" Jake desperately shouts, as if being louder than his other half will somehow make him more right.

Jane just giggles and rubs her crotch along the length of the pole, running a hand through her hair as she teases Jake with the freedom that her sexuality provides. "Please, Jake. I'm talking about you becoming a woman. I didn't say anything about who you'd like to fuck. Everyone appreciates a nice pair of tits, I know we do." Jane gently plays with her own nipples for added emphasis. "But if we're on the subject, let's not pretend you haven't at least thought about it."

"... Thought about what?" Jake asks, though he winces as soon as the question escapes his mouth, already anticipating Jane's responce.

"What it'd be like to have a big hard cock shoved between those pretty lips of ours."

The words hit Jake like a ton of bricks and cause him to stumble backwards into one of the club's chairs. Ever since I met him, I could tell he was a knot of a million contradicting sexual fantasies, and now I've **** him to start really confronting them in his mind. I hope I haven't broke him. At least, not yet.

"Mmmm, what's the big deal? There's nothing to be ashamed of. Men focus so much on the power that comes from claiming us, but they don't know what we know. That there's just as much power in being claimed. Isn't that right?"

"What do you mean?" Jake asks, equally horrified and entranced by the combination of Jane's sensual dance and her impeccable logic.

"I'll show you," she says with a giggle.

"You'll show me? How?" Jake asks as he nervously plays with the zipper of his pants. Jane then giggles and shakes her head.

After a moment of silence, Jane reaches out and pulls down the large curtain covering the corner of the club. A goofy grin wraps around my face as the curtain falls to the ground, and I see... myself and Jane having sex.

"What am I looking at? Is that — Is that John?" Jake asks, his shocked voice reaching a pitch I've never heard before. And I play piano.

Jane giggles and nods. "We know how much you want him. How much you want a taste of his power. And we're ready to gove you that, if you'd just admit you want a taste of that too."

Jake holds his head. "How is this even possible? Why ate you showing me this?"

Jane looks at him, a puzzled expression playing on her face. "Ever since you met him, you've wondered what it would feel like to be the object of his affection, to feel the genuine love of someone who isn't your mother. If you can't confront your urges in a dream, where can you?"

Jake continues to watch the raunchy scene unfold before his eyes. I, or more accurately the manifestation of myself in Jake's dream, wraps my hand around Jane's neck as I pummel into her. Groans and grunts fill the room, accompanied with Jane's hushed moaning as she grinds against the metal pole. While a more sympathetic part of myself feels guilty for subjecting Jake to this, another side is incredibly turned on by the prospect of forcing my ideas onto Jake. Turning him into the same people he lusts for.

My dream version, a little older and more toned than current me, meets my gaze and winks. He(I?) pulls out, eliciting a pleading moan from Jane, before slamming inside.

Before I can get too proud of myself, my consciousness is swiftly pulled from this dream and flung back into the crowded dining hall. I watch Jake's **** body, pondering on whether this experience will have a lasting impact on his fractured mine.

......

I lean against the bed frame, book in hand, and smile. Jake had refused to look or spesk to me ever since waking up from his feminization fantasy. It's remarkable how unguarded the human mind is. It's obvious he's been trying to bury those feelings for so long, making them come out like this has made him reassess a lot about his life. Still, I'll have to do a lot more work before he's willing to admit his innermost desires.

Suddenly, my phone begins to ring with a new notification. I slip my book beside me and reach out to grab my phone. Inside, I find a new message from Brittany, of all people.

Hey, asshole. I'm having a little get-together tonight at my place since Mom and Dad are gone.

Kayla wanted me to invite you. I said it was a bad idea since you're super lame at parties.

Don't prove me right.

This could be fun.