Play rehearsal at the school auditorium!

With a hankering to have some fun with his nerdy classmates, Ernest slipped off to school--for the first time in his life--on a Saturday afternoon. His friend Magnus played the drum in the school orchestra and had been telling Ernest for weeks that he had to check out the senior musical when it debuted.

As Ernest let himself into the back of the dark auditorium, he realized why Magnus was so keen on this show. It was Annie, the play about a little orphan girl -- but not just one little orphan. As Ernest watched the cast in their first dress rehearsal, he was happy to ogle a score of his female classmates pretending to be little girls with only rags for clothes.

"You're gonna clean this dump till it shines like the top of the Chrysler building!" shouted Meghan, a black-haired actress Ernest knew from his English class.

"Yes, Miss Hannigan," a chorus of teens responded.

Ernest wasn't sure where to look first. He knew most of the girls. Julia was playing Annie, and she's actually dyed her hair red just for this show. Mackenzie was a huge-titted natural redhead who had to wear a beret so as not to compete with Julia. A girl with a short solo--Ashley was her name--had no tits to speak of, but her legs (in their wispy rags) were spectacular.

"Thanks for the tip, Magnus," Ernest said to himself. And then he remembered why he had come.

One by one, Ernest focused his attention on the "orphans." And one by one, he slowly started to raise their libido. Careful not to ruin his world again, he played it slow, and at first, his "touch" power had no discernable effect. But by the second act, he could tell that this was no ordinary rehearsal.

When Bert Healy crooned onstage with the Boylan Sisters, Ernest was certain his power was working.

Mackenzie, who must have been double-cast, was all over the radio announcer, running her hands up his arms and rubbing her chest against his back. The kid, Fred was his name, looked pleased but confused.

The other two--Ernest didn't know their names--were clearly interested in one another. They were holding each other's hands and stroking one another's arms while they sang about toothpaste. As the song ended, Ernest couldn't believe his eyes as the two young women actually kissed and started to feel each other up. They managed to pull apart from each other, lock eyes, and dart backstage.

This was the cue for another orphan dance. If the scanty costumes were sexy before, they were maddening now. The orphans were practically preening, showing each other (and the nonexistent audience) as much cleavage and upper thigh as they could manage.

Ernest was fully enjoying himself, especially as he knew that "the show must go on" and these girls couldn't do anything about their urges until the rehearsal was finished. He kept increasing their horniness until it was obvious they could hardly focus on anything else.

When the practice was over--and the director could be heard shouting angrily at his cast for the "prank" they had played--Ernest slipped to the band hallway, which he knew doubled as a backstage changing area. One of the band rooms had a hand-drawn sign labeled 'ACTRESSES' with paper carefully taped over the glass window. As he approached, he could hear the unmistakable sound of about a dozen girls all furiously masturbating at the same time.

He chuckled to himself and fought the urge to open the door. But before he could get himself in trouble, he heard a voice calling to him from down the hall.

"What are you doing here?"