"EEEEEK!"

You also, by the way, manifest in the dreams of every last woman on campus, giving her the most embarrassing naked nightmares you can think of. Some will remember them in detail, and some won’t, but they’ll all wake up with vague squirmy recollections of being chased nude down shifting corridors or showing up bare naked for important exams. It’ll make them nervous, easily embarrassed and a little turned on all day long.

As the light of dawn shines in through the dorm window, Meg is sleeping peacefully in her bed. You sit beside her, stroking her hair, looking at her angelic tomboy face on the clean white pillow. What a lovely girl.

It’s tempting to wake her up with a spanking, or an icecube down the panties, but you want her to keep on thinking she’s in charge. She won’t remember any part of the night’s **** this morning. With luck, you can get her to keep making incredibly naughty decisions for years to come.

Instead, you float invisibly down to the next floor, where Meg’s friend Kitty is in the shower. You have a standing order to prank Kitty as much as possible, and you’re not going to let an opportunity like this go to waste. You watch the petite peppy blonde shampoo her short hair, bubbles cascading down her flat stomach and slender flanks, pink nipples stiffening, water beading in the golden curls of her bush.

You pick up her clothes, and toss them through a dimensional shortcut back onto the bed of her locked dorm room. Same with her towel. Then, with a thought, you change the temperature of the shower water from pleasantly warm to freezing cold.

“EEEEEK!”