Search with your eyes

You have no idea how your telepathic powers work, or how to control them. So instead, you try to use your eyes to assess the situation.

The part of the carriage that you're in is busy, but it's not that busy. You can move around by squeezing between people if you must. So, if this woman's thoughts said that it's too cramped for her to move, then you can use that as a clue! You need to find somewhere where people are standing together even more tightly packed than where you are right now. So, you pick a direction and random and start squeezing through. If people grumble with annoyance at your intrusion into their personal space, you don't hear their voice. All you hear is their thoughts.

'Rude.'

'Ugh, why does she need to move?'

What a rack. It's squeezing against me!

Ugh. The guy you just squeezed past is a gross pervert, apparently.

However, all thoughts of that guy are thrown to the wind when you see what you see next. A whole bunch of businessmen, all standing in a tight pack... With only one of them facing inwards towards the middle of their pack.

I bet she's stuck in between those guys!

You squeeze forward, searching the 'airwaves' for relevant thoughts.

'My nose is itchy.'

'What should I have for dinner?'

'Dumb little slut is probably loving this.'

That's him! That's got to be him. You furrow your brow and try and focus on that guy's thoughts alone.

'It's a crime to keep a juicy little ass like this all to yourself, after all.'

You prod your suspect in the back with a finger.

'Who the fuck is poking me?'

It IS him. And now that you know that, there's only one thing your body wants to do. So you just follow your instinct, and send a pulse of psychic magic from your brain into his thoughts.

The man instantly crumples to the ground in front of you, as if knocked out by a tranquilizer dart, revealing the rear view of a short young woman in some sort of uniform.

'It stopped! Oh gosh, did he just fall over? What the hell! Did he just spontaneously pass out? Oh thank you stars for hearing my prayer!'

Good, the woman seems safe and relieved. And you just proved to yourself that you can knock people out just by focusing enough anger at their thoughts.

I'm a goddamned superhero! You think to yourself jubilantly.

Suddenly, you are pushed from behind. You stumble over the crumpled body of the man you just disabled, and into the back of the woman in front of you. She has no space to turn around with you pressed into her, and you can't say anything to her because the only noise anyone can hear is the weird almost magical hum of this train. You move to step back, but you can't. Because a new person is now pressed against you from behind. And his breath is right on your ear.

What the fuck? Who is this and what is his-

Your question is immediately answered as you feel his tongue flick out and lick your ear.

HOLY SHIT! GROSS!

You try to swivel round but he is pressed tightly against you, and twice your weight and strength. You have saved this woman from molester number one, and immediately found yourself the victim of molester number two.

Before a moment has passed, you feel a finger on your thigh. Snaking higher and higher, up under your skirt.

Don't you dare. You think to yourself.

The man dares. His hand cups your butt cheek and squeezes.

Two minutes ago, you were a normal person browsing an antique shop. And now you're some small, **** telepathic superheroine with huge tits, being molested in some kind of weird loud train carriage.

This cannot be happening!

But it is.