Is this...?

Sam was a pretty girl.

Bright green eyes, brunette, some nice hips flowing into a surprisingly thin waist. A surprisingly rare combination of traits.

Sad that her breasts were barely a C, but I was a realistic man, and-

Huh, already referring to myself as a man eh? Okay.

Walking up to where she gathered with her friends in the hallway i felt an unnatural assuredness in my step. I would walk over there, smile, ask to speak to her in private, and ask her out.

Simple as pie.

And that wigged me out.

Even as I stopped in front of her and her friends giving me those 'who's this guy?' looks, as I smiled, asking to speak to Sam in private. and as she awkwardly followed along to a relatively uncrowded spot.

I still felt... odd.

And when she shook her head, giving me an awkward 'No, I have a boyfriend', and I simply hung my head slightly and scratched my head before giving a self depreciating laugh, I felt relieved.

Because it was in that moment when I realized that that marker was the real shit.

Wiping the marker off of my hand and feeling a jump in heart-rate, i took several deep, panicking breathes through my nose as i retreated to the bathroom and into a toilet stall, grabbing at my hair harshly.

"Fucking hell it's the real deal man!" I muttered loudly, nearly jumping around in place as I paced, "It's the goddamn real deal!"

Then the bathroom doors opened and some others filed in.

Pausing in my freak out, I fixed myself, straightening my hair and taking one more deep breath, before nodding.

This is real.

Holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitthisisreal!!!

Take advantage.

Slamming a hand onto my pocket wherein the marker rested, a wide grin spread across my face.

I can use this.

Oh boy i can use this.

...

No more self mental effects though, that was some eldritch horror kind of shit there.

The other students jumped a bit when i opened my stall a bit too excitedly and ran out the bathroom.