Everyone calm down!

So far, you have only mind-controlled Casey, at the start. And it changed your whole past, nevertheless. So this time, you are not going to change anything of the past, just the present and maybe the future. So the wish needs to be worded right, and you better be quick about it before people stop just gawking at 'the mutant'.

"I wish that everyone here is going to calm down..." you begin.

Oh shit, this is going to turn everyone in the room into mental zombies, so you continue quickly "...about me having a mutation..."

Although, just because they're going to be calm about mutations, doesn't mean they will accept you, like you or be your friends. So you finish the wish awkwardly: "...and that everyone in the dorm is going to accept me as normal by the end of next week."

Whew. You did it. This wording will not make any drastic changes in their behaviour right away, and not affecting their past. Now let's just hope that nobody in the room is going to do something in the meantime.

Casey, her arm still slung around your hip while facing the crowd, has also made her wishes clear, but directly towards the whole dinner room. Although she is half a head smaller than yourself, she and Ashley made perfectly clear that you're not going to be bullied. It's probably mostly your own wish, but everyone got a hold of themselves now.

"Hey Emcey, I'm sorry." mumbles Robert, the one who was most vocal about you being a mutant. "I was just surprised, is all. I've... never seen something like that before. And you know, it's a bit... big." He adds, a bit more defensively.

"Totally." - "You can say that again." - "Dude!" The guys next to him, Luke and Maion, confirm Robert's opinion, but they all back down.

Nevertheless, all the freshmen stay around and gawk at you for the whole meal, and you have to show everyone how you slurp your food, and you need to tell everyone again how you have always been the best female swimmer in your class, and how you were exposed to mutagenic toothpaste half a year ago, and how you are still going to not let your tock distract you from doing well at college. And also, that your 'little' tongue-friend is not a tong-enis, nor a t-ick, but a t-ock. Halfway through the story, your erection fades away, and you stow the tock back in your mouth, as you finish your meal. Somehow, the taste is more vivid and enjoyable when you're erect. Weeeell, coming next week people hopefully will find it normal that you have the tock out and about in the dorm's dinner hall.

You have to wonder yourself how confidently you are telling this total BS story about your own 'mutant' origins. Almost nothing of your previous life has stayed the same, but you still know that you are just the same person. At least, you still like more or less the same music, books and shows, no matter how different you look now.

The few guys who have sat closest to you before (in arms' reach of your big tits, and with their eyes sweeping all over your body) retreat warily to the back of the crowd, giving you and your mutant ass a healthy distance now. But that leaves room for others to get closer to you.