The end of the day

After his outrageous display, Nate rolled onto the floor and rose to his feet, looking at the faces around him. His teacher was still in a state of shock and hadn’t quite figured out how to handle the situation yet, as she silently stared at him . Nate wiped the whole event from her mind and added a feeling of normalcy to his nudity to her consciousness as he walked past her, returning to his seat. This effect shouldn’t break her mind, as now she wasn’t denying reality. Instead she was aware of his nudity and perfectly okay with it. This seemed to work as she also took her seat while the rest of the class, aware that something was going on that they didn’t quite understand, just rolled with it and went back to their work. They wanted to talk about what happened, but they were afraid the teacher would call them out and they decided to wait until after class. A bit of “fun” had dripped from Nate’s face onto the paper in front of him. He decided he would wait out the rest of class with this look, maybe it would catch on as a new trend.

In his post-ejaculation clarity, Nate remembered the pictures that the other students took of him. The more he thought about this the more it horrified him. ‘What was I thinking!?’ he thought, ‘I was so horny I honestly thought about letting then keep those pictures of me naked in class. I thought they could pass as photoshop?’ He quickly scanned their minds to find out if anybody had sent those photos around or posted them online, where he couldn’t remove them. Luckily, nobody had. That was more than he deserved. He made them all delete the photos now or at the next opportunity they had and then sat relieved that nothing permanent was done. And with that the end of the day bell sounded.

The students started grabbing their bags and getting up to leave. ‘Crap’ Nate thought, ‘my clothes are back in Ms. Cole’s room.’ He fully believed her earlier promise to lock him away from his belongings and send him home like this. He needed to act fast, but he couldn’t streak down the hallways to get there. It was the end of the day and there would be too many people around for him to wipe all of their memories. Normally he would be thrilled at the situation, but having already came and having such a close scare, he didn’t feel like it. He decided that his best bet was to wait for a bit so that the hallways would clear and run for it.

“Nate.” Nate’s head turned to the person saying his name, snapping him out of his thoughts, it was Mrs. McDowell. “Would you please get your naked presence out of my classroom?”

“Fuck you,” he said, wiping her mind and, after peering out the doorway, bolting down the hallways. At the end of the hallway we’re two students, a girl and a boy. Nate couldn’t remember their names but he knew they were close friends and always thought that the guy was gay, because he had that flamboyant personality and exaggerated way of talking. Not that all gay people sound like that or that straight people don’t, but, you know what, it was a total stereotype but he couldn’t help but think that way because that was how he was conditioned to think. He didn’t feel great about either, so shut up about it. As he neared them they turned around and caught site of him.

“Yo streaker!” The guy said.

“Is that Nate?”

“I think so. Go Nate!”

‘Great,’ thought Nate, as he wiped the last few seconds of their memories. ‘Now everybody knows I’m coming and they know my name.’ Running down the hallway, wiping a few more people’s memories along the way, he stopped at the edge of one corner and peered beyond. His destination was now in sight, but it was surrounded by students, too many at once. It was unclear whether or not Ms. Cole had left for the day or not. ‘Why didn’t I steal somebody’s clothes along the way’ Nate thought to himself, as now it was too late with all of the people moving in groups. He knew why, it was the same reason he wasn’t going to attempt to wipe these people's minds, even though he probably could. It was because he was horny again. This little streak was quite exciting and, having learned nothing from the incident in math class, he was going to try to use his powers as little as possible. The idea of being permanently humiliated turned him on as risk was something he wasn’t used to anymore. Sometimes he really hated this side to him, as it clashed with his desire to be normal and functioning one day.

After waiting another minute and holding onto the hope that the some of the students might move, Nate accepted that he was out of time. He walked out from behind the corner, trying to get as close as possible without being noticed. Eventually, someone pointed him out and his cautious walk turned into a sprint. He ran past all of them and pulled on the door handle.