Revelations

"Oh my god," she said as she tried to relax in her seat, "I can feel you inside my mind. Oh my god, this is bizarre."

It was big step, showing Allison that you had your powers, but you had been friends for a while. She deserved to know, you reasoned.

"So, can you like... do stuff to my mind?" she asked, slightly uncertainly. She was a little nervous, a little giggly. She wasn't creeped out, that was a good start. This was still closer to a magic trick to her than anything else. Look at what I can do.

"Look at your left hand, Ally," you said. She glanced down and realized her left hand wasn't where she left it. She followed her arm and realized that you had raised her hand next to her head.

"Holy crap, dude, what the hell? How can you do that without me noticing?"

You shrug your shoulders, "Practice, mostly. You get good at making sure people don't notice you. I kind of had to do the psychic equivalent of stamping my feet to make you notice that I was in your mind."

"So, wait you can like, read my thoughts? Like -"

"Four thousand ninety-five," you spit out before she can ask her question. At least Allison had the sense to ask for a number between 1 and 10,000 rather than 1 and 10.

"Oh my god!" she bounced in her seat and slapped her knees, "Wait, so not only can you read my thoughts and make me move my body, could you like... change my thoughts?"

You shift in your chair uneasily, "Well, theoretically, yeah, that's possible, but like, I wouldn't. It wouldn't be... ethical, right."

She laughed, "Oh yeah, you're some sort of like, mutant telepath, and that has nothing to do with you dating Heather."

"Hey," you interject, "I'm not like, bad looking. I'm like, average at worst. And I'm funny, right?"

"Oh, yeah, of course, slightly above average looking and funny gets a guy into Heather Procter's pants," Ally laughed.

"Listen, joking around is fine, whatever, I can take it, but its really important to me, you don't actually think I would do something like that, right?" You said, putting your hand forward across the table.

You could sense Ally thinking about her behavior since she met you. The hours she spent in the gym, the time she spent learning to put on make-up. The number of times that she went with just a salad so she could lose weight. The personal loan that she got to get her tits done. The number of nights that she masturbated to the point of exhaustion to the idea of some guy controlling her every move and thought. To some people, maybe that would have been a red flag.

She let that thought bounce back and forth in her brain like popcorn. She smirked slightly, "No, I guess, no, of course not. I can trust you implicitly. You wouldn't do anything untoward to me or Heather."

You smile and shrug your shoulders, "Thank you."

"So, when we're done here, uh, do you wanna hang out at my place, maybe? I just bought some new lingerie, and I could use a guy's opinion on it. Especially someone as trustworthy and above board like you."

"Oh, yeah that sounds great, Ally."

"Also, are you and Heather, like, exclusive?"

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