Interlude - Trouble in the Classroom

"Mark Williams!" yelled the strict English teacher Ms. Roberts, "just where do you think you're going young man?"

"Uh, to the umm washroom?" replied the far less confident side of Mark coming out now that his prey had fled.

Putting her hands on her hips with her chalk still in her hand, Ms. Roberts just sighed, "Did you ask for permission? Of course not. Mark, this is very unlike you but you know the rules. You need a hall pass."

"Oooooooohhhhhhh" taunted Tiffany inbetween rapid-firing texts off on her cellphone not even bothering to look up as she mocked Mark.

"Tiffany! No cellphone use in class! Geez. What has gotten into you two today. I expect to see both of you back here for detention at 3:00pm this afternoon! Take the hall pass and I expect you back here in 5 minutes or it'll be two days of detention for you."

"Fuck!" thought Mark and Tiffany at the same time. Reluctantly, he marched up to his teacher and snatched the hall pass out of her hand. Muttering to himself, "Great, how could this day get any worse?" as he walked towards the washroom not even really needing to relieve himself...in that way but he was feeling a bit pent up. Once again, since some time has passed, he tried to will himself into having a much more reasonable growth or no growth at all down below; feeling no neurology shift. Next, he tried to will his dark alter away and again no changes.

Before, he'd always been happy with his changes and hadn't actually tried to undue changes to himself. Just others in which a later command seemed to overwrite an earlier one.

While he was nervous about Samantha's visit tonight, a part of him was looking forward to having the hottest cheerleader in the school coming to visit him! A small part of him, had to admit, when he intended to ask her out using his subliminals, that was the outcome he was hoping for. Not so **** though. Mark was basically a nice guy and a romantic. His vision had included a slow, gradual conversion or courtship to his a loving girlfriend starting with fun dates, makeout sessions, a love of sucking his dick specifically. Now though, he was pretty sure this dark passenger inside him intended to take things well past fun-dates ending with maybe a bit of PDA and making out.

Reaching into his pocket, he took out the stolen locker photo and couldn't help but feel himself get a little hard. He heard the dark passenger respond slowly "Don't worry. I don't intend to take her tonight."

"You don't?" thought Mark in his head feeling crazy talking to himself as he continued along his path staring at the photo so he could stay in contact.

Dark-mark was confident and dominant but equally inexperienced as Mark at making love. "No, she's experienced in bed. I'm thinking we could use some practice to warm up and have an experienced lady or few teach us some things."

As much as Mark didn't really like the idea of mind-warping too many people, the idea of losing his virginity and being taught the ropes, beyond what he'd seen in countless hours of porn, did appeal to him on a visceral level. Briefly shaking his head, he resolved his will. "No, I refuse. I'm not going to mind fuck some innocent classmate into sex or one of my teachers."

"Fine, then I'll go all the way with Samantha tonight," replied his dark alter in a serious, straightforward no-nonsense voice, "Besides, it doesn't have to be a classmate or teacher."