Morning Mysteries: Mystique

The sticky sensation on my stomach pulled me from a dreamless sleep. I groaned, my eyelids cracking open to the harsh morning. Sunlight streamed through the window, slicing across the room and illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. My head throbbed, a dull, post-nap ache. I looked down. A dark, crusty patch had stained my grey t-shirt. The evidence of my nocturnal activities.

“Shit,” I mumbled, my voice hoarse. I peeled the shirt off, wincing as it pulled at the dried mess. The bottom bunk was empty, its sheets neatly made. I swung my legs over the side of the top bunk, my bare feet hitting the cool linoleum floor with a soft slap. A glance at the digital clock on the desk told me it was just past seven AM. Shit. Fuck. Crap. I was way too accustomed to living in my own personal bedroom. I could jerk off and sleep with no regard for others. But with a roommate, this changed the game.

Oh right. My roommate. That reminds me of something.

Across from me, at one of the tables, Dominic sat. He had a textbook open, a highlighter cap held between his teeth. He didn’t look up. The room smelled faintly of bleach, masking any… other lingering scents. Thank God for small favors.

“Morning,” I grunted, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

Dominic looked up, pulling the highlighter from his mouth. He looked exhausted. Dark circles were etched under his eyes, and the slight slouch in his posture seemed even more pronounced than yesterday. He gave a weak, almost imperceptible nod before turning back to his book. He was quiet. Too quiet. A strange tension radiated from him, a coiled spring that looked ready to snap. Or maybe that was just my own guilt projecting onto him. Had he heard me? Seen me? Smelled the… aftermath?

I grabbed a fresh shirt and a pair of jeans from my duffel bag and made a beeline for the bathroom. The lock clicked into place with a satisfying thud. I leaned against the door, letting out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. Safe.

I splashed cold water on my face, the shock of it chasing away the last vestiges of sleep. As I wiped my face with a towel, my mind drifted back to the app. And my totally male roommate.

Let’s see about that. While I don’t remember passing out. I do distinctly recall setting up a camera right at the edge of my bed and the corner of the room. Both are looking down to get good angles. One genuinely practical use of being at this school would be to learn how to better wield my powers. By my own personal non-professional practices, I’ve figured out how to have multiple cameras out, but they can’t exist too far away from me. And like with any computer, if I have too many windows open at once, it starts to give me a headache and slow everything down. Which might be one reason why I passed out so soon. But despite that, even when I’m ****, the applications in my mind still run. Meaning I’ve got a long-ass recording of whatever happened while I was asleep.

With the privacy of the bathroom, I brought up the HUD and opened my gallery to view the most recent recording. I set it to play at 16x speed. The screen showed my unmoving form, passed out on the top bunk, a dark, wet spot slowly seeping into the mattress beneath me. Cringe. But nothing else was happening. I was just about to fast-forward to the end when I saw movement.

I rewound and played it at normal speed.

The door to the room opened. It was Dominic. He walked in, dropped his bag, and then… froze. He looked right at my bunk. His head tilted, a gesture that seemed almost too observant for the tired act he was pulling this morning. Then he walked to the closet, changed… and my jaw nearly hit the tiled floor of the bathroom.

The recording was crisp and clear. I saw it all. The shaggy brown hair melted away like wax, cascading down into a vibrant, fiery red. The pale, lanky form rippling, shifting, expanding, the bones audibly popping and realigning as the stature grew taller, more imposing. The masculine lines softened, curving into generous, familiar hips and a pair of breasts that would make Anna-Marie blush. The skin shimmered, shifting from a sallow beige to a cool, striking azure, a sea of blue dotted with small, darker tints. In a matter of seconds, the unassuming teenage boy was gone. In his place stood a tall, powerful, and utterly gorgeous blue-skinned beauty in a bright white, tight-fitting dress that hugged her curves like it was made for her, literally.

Mystique.

My mind reeled. The app was right. The mission was real. Dominic Poe was a lie. A costume. And underneath it all… this. This was her true form.

I watched, transfixed, as she, Mystique, noticed the damp spot on her pillow. Her delicate blue fingers prodded the fabric, then she brought them to her nose. The look of pure, unadulterated disgust on her face was almost comical. A wave of heat washed over my face. My own embarrassment was quickly drowned out by a surge of raw, triumphant exhilaration. She knew. She knew what I’d done. And the thought of this powerful, dangerous woman finding my dried semen on her pillow, having to deal with my mess… it was intoxicatingly humiliating. For her, not me.

My cock, already stirring from the visual spectacle of her transformation, hardened with a vengeance. Mystique… THE Mystique… just not only touched my cum, but she also smelled it! The sight was so hot, doubly so with how she did it in her sexy female form. I played it on loop.

I had to get her in the app. I needed to. The potential was staggering.

I scrubbed my face again, trying to compose myself. I couldn’t walk out there with a raging hard-on and a shit-eating grin on my face. I had to play it cool. I needed more data, more proof. The recording was good, but the app required a photo. And it had to be of her true form.

Then it hit me. The camera. I had set up two of them. One on my bed, and another in the corner of the room. I quickly switched the view to get a better angle of her full figure.

I watched as she paced, a caged predator in our small room. She looked at my sleeping form, and I could practically hear the sneer on her face even through the silent recording. “Damn, moron. Can’t even tell when someone’s spying on you.” The app had helpfully transcribed her muttered words in a little text box at the bottom of the screen. Her walking over to my passed-out self, her sneering face, and her looking at my dick dripping cum. I had struck gold. Not only was she a woman, but she was a fucking deadly, villainous shapeshifter who apparently smelled my cum! This was too good! She’s the leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants! Or was she just an elite member? I don’t know how that shit works! Whatever! She’s probably infiltrating this place, and she had to sleep in the bunk below a perverted teenager who was so pent up he came all over her bed!

And wait… what did this imply? Like, really. Why would Mystique be infiltrating a normal school for mutants? I guess this is for some bigger goal, but she’s usually involved with the X-Men. I usually see news articles or live footage of her fighting the actual spandex-clad heroes, not random teachers. If she’s here, does that mean the X-Men will show up here too!? I might be able to snag a picture of Storm! Or Rogue, or… the Phoenix! Maybe even the White Queen herself, Emma Frost, will show up! She has the biggest tits of any heroine I’ve ever seen, and those thighs! I…

Huh.

I moved out of the looping video of Mystique sniffing my cum and looking disgusted, to instead pull up the school’s brochure I had accidentally taken a picture of before… I remember it listing some of the teachers and their assigned classes…

Right. There it is.

Under the list of teachers at this school, one reads: ‘Ms. Frost. - Psionic Mastery and Mental Resilience / Ethics and Historical Mutant Philosophy.’

There’s a teacher named… Frost? Teaching… Psionic Mastery and Mental Resilience? Odd… Emma Frost is one of, if not the most powerful, psychics alive, and has mental resilience that makes her immune to all forms of mind control…

No, no. I’d notice if there was any connection to these women. I mean, the school that the X-Men are usually seen around is Xavier’s School of something, whatever. This one is run by Ms. Grey. It can’t be related… and what did she say her power was? Something about telekinesis…? Hmm.

Whatever, it can’t be related. I had something else I wanted to do rather than mull over that, anyway.

Of course, I instantly took a freeze frame of her mid-sneer and uploaded it to the app.

‘More Data Needed. Image Required: Peach Shaped Ass’

What.

That’s… very specific. I need to get an image of her ass, specifically shaped like a peach? How closely? A one-to-one match? That’ll be hard; angle and positioning matter. Her butt certainly is shaped like one, but I think I might need the right set-up to get a good shot of it.

Well, this was… inconvenient. But also, a new mission. A new, filthy, perverted mission. I had an invisible camera I could control with my mind. I had a powerful, arrogant, shapeshifting villainess for a roommate who thought I was a complete idiot. And I had a school to customize! This was a challenge I was born to accept!

That’s when I noticed a notification at the corner of my HUD. Upon investigating it, I saw two messages…

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Achievement! Complete your first mission! +50 gems!

And right under that…

[ Mission: A Roommate’s Secret ] - Complete!

Objective: Discover your roommate’s true form.

Progress: Mystique

Reward: (1) Permanent Addition to Custom Girls - Mystique is auto-added with full baseline data! (2) True Form Override - (a new hotkey): Gain a one-tap toggle that forces Mystique to revert to (and lock into) her true blue-skinned form (or any other form of your choosing) for a set duration (increases the more upgrades purchased). This bypasses her natural shapeshifting resistance/control, turning her disguise into something you can toy with at will. Can only shapeshift into people you’ve personally photographed in high quality.

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Holy… shit!!!

I didn’t realize the missions would be this lucrative! It just unlocked Mystique for me. I can straight up bypass the usual upload requirements that the other girls have! Is it because getting Mystique, a master shapeshifter and stealth espionage expert, to reveal her true form in front of a regular loser like me should’ve been harder than this? Or are all the missions this worth doing? On top of that, I got 50 gems! My current total is 60 with the daily +10 gem bonus!

My cock was at full mast, threatening to tear through my pants. I pulled up Mystique’s new profile, seeing her T-Posing with the other chicks, turned me on to no end. It read, Raven Darkhölme, and had her own list of purchases. Each in their own categories.

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Always shapeshift into slutty versions of female targets: [Toggle] 15 Gems.

Ass cheeks clap audibly when walking fast: 6 Gems. [Upgrade-able] + Clap sound and minimum speed needed.

If female form, breasts loudly squirt light blue-tinted milk when lying: 25 Gems.

If in female form, nipples harden permanently in any form when you are near: [Can also be toggled] 15 Gems. (Visible through shirts; she knows why but can’t stop it.)

Saying ‘Bigger’ while looking at her causes her tits or ass to grow bigger. Revert to normal size over time: 18 Gems.

Compelled to obey roommate’s “house rules” set by you when inside the dorm: 40 Gems.

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Ooh! Lots of options, I noticed each category had about two to four options. But with sixty gems, I couldn’t decide what to play with. Especially when I have other potential babes to spend them on… Luckily, I saw that I already had a free one assigned for her, True Form Override. That seemed powerful enough in its own right. I could turn her into anyone I took an image of, and no one would notice. Even her. Unless I allow them to. That House Rules one seems very interesting, even if it’s a lot of gems, I’d still have twenty left to use. And it would cause her to do whatever I say while we’re in the dorm room… the possibilities with that alone didn’t need to be said.

Before I could think about what to purchase first, though, three loud knocks on the bathroom door caught my attention.

“Hey! Hurry up in there! Ms. Grey wants me to take you to her office immediately! Let’s go! We’ve got classes!”

Shit. Right, school. The boring part of being here. We’re going to the Headmistress office? Damn. Okay. Well, I suppose I can’t really do much with Mystique if I’m going to be bouncing between classes, or maybe I can, once I figure out what classes we share or how much downtime there will be. But if I’m heading to visit Ms. Grey… I might as well…

“I’ll be right out!”

Quickly, I pulled up Ms. Grey’s page and checked some of the options. Instead of sorting by category, I just set it to all.

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Must show off cleavage at all times: 2 Gems.

Allows people to touch breasts without consequence: 15 Gems.

Compelled to bounce breasts when alone with a man: 20 Gems.

Squeezes tits whenever she says “breasts” or a similar word: 4 Gems.

Breasts loudly squirt milk when lying: 5 Gems.

Feels immense pleasure when her breasts are played with or rubbed against: 10 Gems.

Laughs at any joke, no matter how crude, if hears “Just kidding,” within a short period of time after the ‘‘joke’’ is made: 15 Gems.

50% Chance to forget to wear bras or panties daily: 10 Gems. [Upgrade-able/5 gems] +10% chance per upgrade.

Ass cheeks clap audibly when walking fast: 6 Gems. [Upgrade-able] + Clap sound and minimum speed needed.

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There were some more, as the list could scroll down past what my current screen was viewing. But I was rushing to get out and felt as though I had to quickly make a decision, what could be fun… or useful. But thinking about useful purchases, my mind wandered back to Mystique, her connection as one of the X-Men’s most well-known adversaries. And also her presence undercover at this school… There’s no way… that I am at a school run by the X-Men… right? No, that’s absurd. It’s not like they’d tell me anyway. Secret identities, they could just avoid the topic, not answer, or just lie.

Lie? Oh crap!

‘Breasts squirt milk loudly when lying: 5 Gems.’

It’s cheap. Mystique had a similar prompt, but hers was more expensive, maybe because her whole M.O. is lying. But with Ms. Grey, even if she won’t answer direct questions, I could at least just make sure that any time she lies, I am aware of it. I also wondered how loud the milk squirting would be, or how much milk. I guess it depends on how much she lies. I honestly think it’s dumb to assume the X-Men would have any interest in me, it’s dumb, I doubt I’ll even have to courage to ask anything directly, but at the very least I’ll know when she’s lying, and it’ll be fun to see the one in charge of everything at this school obeying the whims of my perverted purchases.

I purchased that, and my total was down to 55 Gems. Mystique knocked on the door again, clearly agitated, and I just decided to quickly buy something else. I also bought *‘Compelled to bounce breasts when alone with a man: 20 Gems.’* Taking me down to 35 Gems.

“I swear to God, dude!” Mystique’s knocking rang hard on the door, “If you get me in trouble with the freakin’ headmistress!”

Dang… she’s actually really good. I’d have no way of knowing her truth if it weren’t for the app. This is a thirty-plus-year-old woman. Acting perfectly like an annoyed teen. It’s eerie.

Without even thinking, I opened up Mystique’s page, accessed her ‘True Form Override,’ and uploaded the picture I had taken of Ms. Munroe. I confirmed the upload, and a small pop-up appeared. ‘Form Override Initialized: Target - Ororo Munroe.’ If it worked how it said it would, she’d be **** to walk around as an exact one-to-one duplicate of my sexy, dark-skinned teacher. I heard it work and her shape shift through the door. With a smirk, I unlocked the bathroom door and swung it open. There stood Ororo Munroe, my one-on-one teacher from yesterday, her arms crossed under her ample chest, looking just as pissed as Dominic had a second ago. She tapped her foot impatiently. I had to fight down a laugh.

“Took you long enough,” she spat, her voice a perfect imitation of Ororo’s smooth, regal tones. She looked exactly like her. The hair, the eyes, the skin, the clothes she had on yesterday. It was flawless. But her posture, her energy… it was all Mystique, acting like an eighteen-year-old, looking like the ebony Milf. The contradiction was maddeningly hot.

“Sorry,” I said, my voice dripping with mock sincerity. “I was just admiring the school’s… facilities.”

She rolled her eyes, a gesture so distinctly Dominic that it was jarring on Ororo’s face. “Yeah, well, admire them on the way to Ms. Grey’s office. Let’s go.” She turned and stormed out of the dorm, leaving me to follow. The sway of her stolen hips, the way Ororo’s perfectly rounded ass moved in those jeans, was a sight to behold. I was in heaven.

The walk through the mansion was a strange experience. I was walking behind a perfect duplicate of one of my new favorite masturbation fantasies, a woman I had already mentally undressed a thousand times. But I knew it wasn’t her. I knew it was Mystique. The knowledge made the whole thing even more thrilling. A few other students we passed in the hallway greeted her, “Hey, Dom!” “Morning, dude.” They saw what the app wanted them to see: a lanky, brown-haired boy. But I saw the truth. I saw the powerful blue-skinned woman trapped in a disguise I had **** upon her, and now, another disguise layered on top. The power was dizzying. She just responded, “Sup,” with a nod, and seeing Ms. Munroe do that was certainly something.

We reached a large, ornate door with a simple brass nameplate: “Headmistress Grey.” Mystique, still looking like Ororo, knocked sharply. “He’s here.”

“Send him in,” came Jean’s muffled reply from inside. Mystique pushed the door open and gestured for me to enter with a sarcastic flourish. The Headmistress glanced up, saw the face of her best friend, and said, “Thank you, Dominic. Stay here for a moment, I have something for you.” Mystique, with Ororo’s face, nodded and walked in with me. She closed the door behind me, leaving us both standing in the fancy and somewhat foreboding headmistress’s office before the woman on top of everything.

Jean Grey was sitting behind her desk, a large, intimidating piece of furniture made of dark, polished wood. She had on a form-fitting black blouse, concealing her upgraded cleavage; she probably chose a larger top, which still struggled to fit her size, but wasn’t comically unfit like before. She had probably unconsciously adjusted for her enhanced bust size without realizing it. It was buttoned too, but they were clearly struggling to stay in; they held firm. I couldn’t see if she was wearing pants or a skirt from behind the desk; she gave off a professional yet undeniably alluring aura to herself.

“Max,” she said, her voice calm and even. She gestured to the chair in front of her desk. “Sit, I am still working on your official schedule. So, for today, you will be following a temporary schedule until I’m finished.” Her eyes flickered to the empty chair beside me and then back to me. “For now, I’m just here to talk about how we present ourselves and the expectations of all students at my school.”

“R-Right, I’ll sit…”

“Thank you,” Jean nodded, then turned to look over to the exact copy of her most trusted friend, “Now then, Dominic. Please take this to Ms. Frost for me.” She held out a small, sealed envelope.

Mystique, in Ororo’s form, stepped forward to take it. “Sure thing, Headmistress Grey. I won’t disappoint you!” she inquired, her voice a perfect mimicry of Ororo’s despite not talking like the elegant woman would in the slightest.

“I’m sure you won’t,” Jean said, with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Now run along. Don’t keep Ms. Frost waiting.”

As Mystique turned to leave, I couldn’t help but question that name again. Ms. Frost? So I did read that right. Huh.

Mystique let herself out, the large doors clicking shut with a resounding thud. I’d be intimidated by the great Headmistress of such a massive school if she weren’t T-Posing like an idiot in my mental HUD.

“That boy… there’s something…” Jean found herself saying, then blinked when she remembered me, “Ah~ achem, where were we? Let’s make sure we’re alone. I respect all my students’ privacy.” With the wave of a hand, a light blue glow flashed over the curtains behind her, shutting them to make sure we were properly alone.