Moving along.

As I move on, I think to myself. Why go on with such restraint when I could do anything I wanted?

In the same time, I note that results tend to be more rewarding when you give it time to gestate. But I have the power to reshape the world. That leaves a cavalcade of possibilities that are simply too much to digest at once.

But ah, screw it. Maybe it's better not to think at all. I feel my hormonal juices returning and withdraw from my thoughts to enjoy the sight of the nubile figures before me.

Looking around, I see the campus of my school and compel every girl in viewing distance to pinch their nipples.

One second later, every female, old and young alike, raises a hand to grab their little buds and pinch them with their fingers. Some through tees, others through sweaters, and even others through their glossy dresses, all in the middle of their conversations, inscrutable in-jokes, last minute homework. I hear an "ouch" next to me, and I turn to see a girl tapping away on her phone. She is moving her hand back down from her breast to go back to texting or what have you, a slight wrinkle on her brow, still re-adjusting to the slight pain from the action.

Deciding to direct my attention to her for a brief period, I slowly approach her and call out. "Hey."

She looks up, brown hair whishing across her face. When she sees me, she studies my own as if to ensure my identity, only to realize I am no one she seems to know, and a slightly impatient look colors her features. "Um. Yes?"

"Laugh."

"Pffhahahahaha." She recovers a few moments later, flicking a tear from her eye. Several breaths left her lips before she acquired the stillness to speak once more. "You... you... you expect me to laugh just 'cause you told me to? What, do you think this is a puppet show or something?" She shook her head, chuckles trickling from her mouth, as if that was the funniest thing she'd heard all day.

"What's your name?" I ask her.

"Molly."

"Molly, you would love me to fuck you in the ass right now, wouldn't you?"

Molly rolls her eyes, looking back to her phone. "Of course. My ass needs a good hard chunk of man meat inside it." Tap tap tap.

"If I asked you to give that old teacher a titjob," I continue, nodding my head sideways towards a slightly bent over man, apparently having dropped a book on the ground, "would you do it?"

Molly turned her gaze to the corner of the campus and spotted the bone-creaking Mr. Zhared all the way from the other side, and scoffed. "Heck yeah. I'd do it for free," she said assertively. After giving me a look of partial detachment, a faint grin appeared on her lips as her fingers tapped against her phone again, a funny joke probably coming into view. I, too, grin in amusement, though it's more at her own behavior.

"Molly," I decide to move things forward, eyeing her body, "get naked."

The girl just looks at me, gives a hasty nod, then finishes up her type-fest and pockets her phone. Then, she begins stripping out of her clothes in the middle of the school. Once she finishes neatly folding her pants, jacket, and underwear on a nearby ledge, she turns to me and raises her palms. "Okay, and? Now what, mister bossy."