Yes, but not before a little experiment.

As I'm packing up my things, I notice that Violet is staring at me. When I look at her, she quickly looks away, as if she's been caught doing something she shouldn't be. Weird. I don't think she's ever done that to me before. Maybe it has something to do with that distraction I asked her to do in class?

"You okay, V? Is something up?" I ask with legitimate concern for my friend.

"Huh? Oh... yeah, I'm good. I... I need to go to the bathroom, though. Would you mind waiting for me?"

"Didn't you go before class? Now you want to go again?"

Violet blushes as if she forgot about that, or maybe as if she was hoping I wouldn't remember. She's surprisingly nervous about the whole situation.

"I... um... I just need to go again. You don't mind, do you?" She asks with bit of concern in her voice.

It's probably safe to assume that this whole thing is because of Violet's attribute. She got a little worked up in class, so she probably needs a moment alone without any stimuli to help herself calm down.

"No, of course I don't mind. There's actually something I wanted to do anyway. You go ahead and I'll meet you out there."

Violet seems relieved to see how nonchalant I am. That being said, she doesn't waste any time leaving the classroom, still clearly a bit on edge herself. Once she's gone, I look around to find that all the other students have already left, leaving just me and Dr. Powell alone in the room.

I wasn't lying when I told Violet that I had something I wanted to do while she was in the bathroom. With ever other person I've used the remote on, I was able to start to see the effects almost immediately. However, I haven't noticed anything different about Dr. Powell yet. So I decide that a little testing is in order. Based on how her attribute was worded, it seems unlikely that I'll see any difference in her this early on if I'm not at least somewhat proactive.

With that in mind, I grab my bag and begin making my way to Dr. Powell's desk. I try to think carefully about what exactly I'm going to say. After all, she hasn't had her new identity very long so I don't want to start things off too strongly. As I approach, it looks like she's collecting our essays and putting them away to grade later. She notices me about halfway through my approach and gives me her classic nasty glare.

"Do you need something, Mr. Anderson? You do know that class is over, don't you?"

"I do. There's just something I wanted to tell you."

"And what exactly is that?"

I take a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

"I just wanted to let you know that you were a massive bitch today."

That got her. Her eyes go wide as my words hit her like a ton of brick. I'm pretty sure no one has ever said something like that to her, much less one of her own students.

"W-what did you just say to me?" She stuttered. I don't think I've ever heard her stutter before. I take that to mean that the attribute has started working its magic.

"You heard me. How dare you try to embarrass my friend the way you did in class today. I think that if anyone should have been down on the ground getting that marker out from that filthy space under the bookshelf, it should have been you."

Suddenly, her breath hitches. It seems that the idea of her performing such a demeaning task struck something inside of her. That's the moment that I'm sure the remote worked.

"I... uh... wha..." She's completely unable to form a coherent thought. I watch her fumble around for a solid few seconds, before looking down at the ground. "G-get out of my classroom. Now."

She gains quite a bit of her aggressive attitude back once she doesn't have to look at my face, but I can still clearly see I've left an impression. I honestly want to try and tease her with some a bit more physical by doing something like grabbing her arm and squeezing it to intimidate her, or maybe putting my hand around her neck and forcing her to look me in the eyes. As much as I would like to rough her up just enough to emphasize my point, I'm already pushing my luck. She's on the verge of a melt down and I don't think I want to know what will happen if I push her over the edge.

For now, I decide to listen to her and leave. But right as I take my first step out of the door, I think of one more thing. I know I probably shouldn't, but I can't resist now that I've thought of it.

"And one more thing. Stop acting so stuck-up. You're not special as you think you are... Shannon."

I glance over my shoulder just long enough to see her eyes go wide.

"H-how did you...?"

I don't bother saying another word as I leave her to stew in whatever she's feeling right now. Hopefully, my words will stick with her for quite some time. Now that that's over, I head down the hall and over to the restroom to wait for Violet.

When I make it to the end of the hall, I notice that Violet is not anywhere to be seen, meaning she must still be in there. I lean against the wall to wait, when I hear something coming from the girl's restroom. I obviously don't go in, but seeing no one in the hall, I move closer to the door to try and listen to what's going on. Now that I'm closer, I can place the sound as Violet's heavy breathing. Wow, I didn't realize she was that wound up. Is it really that difficult for her to calm herself down?

Suddenly, I realize that's not the only sound I can hear. If I listen extra carefully, I can hear something else. If I had to describe this noise, the best thing I could come up with is that it sounds... wet, maybe? Wait, is Violet in there... masturbating? I think she is! She didn't want to go to the bathroom to calm down, she wanted some alone time to touch herself! I definitely didn't think she was that horny. Did Dr. Powell really get her that turned on? Or maybe... did I have something to do with it? Could that be why she was staring at me like that at the end of class? Or maybe it's a combination of things. The only thing I know for sure is, whatever made her want to do this, she's really going at it. Honestly, it's kind of making me hard just listening to her.

As much as I want to try and sneak in to have a look, I know that's a bad idea for so many reasons. With that in mind, I continue to wait outside for her to finish. I will say though, I hope Violet is able to better control herself in the future. Her situation is only going to get worse from here, and her life will be so much more difficult if she feels compelled to masturbate every few minutes. Hopefully this incident is just because she isn't used to her body acting this way. Perhaps after some time, she'll start to adapt to it.

After a few minutes, the noises die down and not long after that, Violet emerges from the restroom. She looks at me and smiles as if nothing happened. She clearly doesn't realize that I know what she was doing in there.

"Hey, thanks for waiting. Ready to head out?"

I nod and the two of us begin to leave the building together. We chat about various things as we walk. Even though I know Violet has a ton of questions based on everything that's happened this morning, she doesn't seem interested in getting answers at this moment. I won't be surprised if she brings it up later, but for now, I'm happy to have a break.

After every history class, Violet and I head to one of the cafeterias on campus to meet up with Violet's roommate. Then, we all hang out for a bit and eventually eat some lunch together. Keeping that tradition, we head to the Student Center where the cafeteria we meet at is located. When we walk in the building, we're both surprised to see Violet's roommate actually beat us here for once in her life.

Bianca Romano has been Violet's roommate since their first semester at North Ridge, back when they lived in the freshman dorms. Since then, they've moved out of the dorms, but the still live together in an apartment not too far away. The two get along super well and always seem happy to see each other. While I'm not that close to her, we do talk quite a bit because of our mutual friendship with Violet, and it's not like we don't get along with each other or anything.

Bianca is, without a doubt, one of the nerdiest people I've ever met. She's always going on about some new game she's playing or a new piece of tech she's thinking about buying. Don't get me wrong, I like the occasional video game or sci-fi movie, but Bianca's passion about that kind of stuff usually goes way over my head. As is typical with your average nerd, Bianca is also pretty smart. The biggest issue with Bianca is that she is incredibly lazy and a total slob (although I guess that's two issues if we're being technical). Anytime I come over to their apartment, I always find at least some dirty laundry and trash laying around. I honestly don't know how Violet stands it, considering she's usually the one who has to pick that stuff up.

Just like Violet, Bianca is also a knock-out in the looks department, at least when she's willing to put herself together. Even though she was born in the States, both of her parents are from Italy, which gives her an exotic quality that is very appealing. Sometimes, when she gets really heated about something, you can even her a bit of an accent in her voice, which I certainly never complain about.

As Violet and I approach Bianca, we see she is typing away on her laptop, a device she always has on her if she can't be at home with her desktop. She's wearing a low-effort tank top and shorts combo. Her shorts shows off her plump hips and nice legs quite well, and her sitting down in that tank top gives anyone walking by a good look at her cleavage, a fact that both I and the newly perverted Violet can't help but enjoy. Bianca's even wearing a bit of make up, which is a nice surprise.

"Wow, you beat us here and you put on some make up? Is something special going on today?" Violet asks playfully, which causes Bianca to roll her eyes.

"Your alarm woke me up and I couldn't fall back asleep. After a while, I got bored, but I didn't have enough time to play something," she answers curtly.

"Well, I'll take it. You look good!" Violet responds. Bianca seems to take the compliment at face value, completely unaware that Violet is staring at her body.

Violet and I sit next to Bianca and the three of us spend some time chatting about various topics. Overall, it's nothing special, but I would be lying if I didn't admit that it's nice to have some normalcy in the midst of everything going on in my life right now.