A Quick Test

As I drove away from the woman in red, my mind was racing. There was no way I had just one that, right? I looked left and right as I drove attempting to replicate what I had done, but I kept having to return my attention to the road for my own safety. For the first time in my life, I was hoping to hit another red light. My wish was soon granted, and I slowly pulled to a stop as the traffic light turned from yellow to red. As the cross traffic began to spill across the road in front of me, I searched around for something to try and replicate what had just happened.

I had planned on just trying to move a piece of paper around or something like that, but my eyes fell on a woman strolling towards me down the sidewalk. She appeared to be some sort of professional, dressed in a tight grey pencil skirt and heels with a dark blue blouse covered in an unbuttoned thin fitting blazer. This would be a good test.

My gaze focused on the woman's thighs, and I began to feel that same feeling behind my eyes. More noticeably than before, I could feel a sort of **** or will reach out towards the woman as I focused on my target. As if under the touch of some sort of otherworldly ****, the woman's tight pencil skirt suddenly hiked up her creamy thighs to bunch up around her waist, exposing the lacy white lingerie she wore beneath. I gasped and she squealed, reaching up to her waist to quickly un-bunch her skirt and tug it back down to protect her modesty.

The woman in the red dress could have just been a coincidence, a lucky breeze, but there's no way this was anything but me. What the hell did that shot do? Did it give me fucking super powers? I was so caught up in my own thoughts and distractions that I did not notice the car behind me honking it's horn for a few seconds. Startled, I realized the light had once again turned green, and I quickly sped off through the intersection. As I drove on, my heart was racing. This was insane! I had to call someone, or go lay down, or go call the police or...

I pulled over into a parking spot just off the road next to a restaurant to catch my breath. As my mind raced with possibilities, fears, and ideas of what I should do, my thoughts returned to the woman in the pencil skirt and her tight lace panties that her magically lifted skirt had revealed. A skirt I had lifted with my mind.

The corner of my mouth began to lift into a smile. Yeah, I could go tell the doctors about what I had just done. Or...I could have some fun. Besides, this was supposed to be an experiment, right?

As I sat in my idling car, I pressed down the brake and focused my eyes on the gear shift. That now familiar feeling returned behind my eyes, and I reached out with a thought. The gearshift moved on its own, setting the car into drive. I could almost feel the smooth contours of the leather handle, though I could not quite explain how. Now grinning like a maniac, I pulled back out into the road. Time to do some experimenting!