Tell The Truth

"Well, maybe I ummm might have told a classmate she wanted to get to know me," but it was my first time trying my powers out. The stupid announcement interrupted me and called me to the office. Connor's eyes, if he were cyclops would have burnt holes straight through with with the intensity he was staring at her chest. Eager to see and touch those beautiful, leather glad, giant Asian tits, hard as a rock.....and waited.....and wait.

Mystique broke out in to old lady laughter again, "Did you really think I was going to give you breasts to fondle? Hahaha. You've got a lot to learn young man. Just sit back and relax. It'll be about 8 minutes and we'll arrive, give or take and then we can see about removing your cuffs and you can remove anything you put into my head."

"Why would I do that?" asked Connor.

"Because, what you don't know yet....in those handcuffs have a built in explosive. It triggers if you try to remove it or tamper with it. You'll bleed to **** in seconds without your arms and hands. You know, as a backup lady deary," winked the old lady. "Should I not return in time, they'll assume you've been captured by the x-men and will peacefully put you out of your misery."

What kind of psycho-bitch is this?! worried Connor as his eyes went wide the revelation.

"Don't worry. I'm more than a hundred years old so I know men and I especially know young men's lust, so I just needed some protection is all, you understand, don't you deary?" asked the wicked woman lightly stroking his cheek with her worn out, leathery skin.

"Yeah, I guess," responded Connor pulling a way bit from the weirdly comforting hand that reminded him of his own grandmother. Admittedly, given the chance, there are more than a few command Connor would love to give her.

Pulling her rejected hand back and sighing, Mystique pulled off the offramp, "You even admitted, you used your powers already to try to ...what get a girlfriend? sex? both?" cocking her head and him with raised eyebrows like she was expecting a response.

"I dunno. I just wanted to be liked," shrugged the young man, not really confident that's all he wanted or where he would have stopped.

"Liked, ... right. Well, don't worry. You see, we've got our own telepath and she's going to keep you on a short leash. You'll take over whoever we want, completely forget you're working for us and become one of us. Then we can be friends. The White Queen, you and me."

Sighing, Connor wish he'd never gotten in the car. However, being evil, wouldn't be so bad, would it? I mean, at he'll just....work for ...this group or whatever. "Okay. I agree. I'll work with or for you or whatever."

"Excellent," replied the old lady, "You made the right choice Connor. The x-men wouldn't let you use your powers. With us, we'll give you the opportunities to at least collect entertainment for our club." Reaching up to the chain around her neck, as she felt its reassuring presence, she noticed the gasp at the center was open and the remote was gone.

Connor looked at the small remote he'd removed from her body. He only saw it for a flash as she changed her body including her clothing from hot-woman to old-lady. Just two small circular buttons on this tiny-rectangular pad. One button, will remove his probably let him use his powers and the other button will do what? take his hands? Could this really be all that keeps him from freedom....?

One thing hypnosis studies was there was a lot of overlap with magicians and mentalism which had taught him sleight of hand. When he went to try to massage her breast, with one hand, taking all of her focus, he undid he clasp with just two fingers. He could see the look of concern in her eyes and her awareness it was gone. There was only moments to pick. What do I do with this remote?