I am a mutant. It is not visible. It is not a deformity. In fact, growing up, I was totally oblivious to my differences, and was not even aware that I had special abilities.
As I matured, I developed more and stronger mental powers. These include, in my mature state, empathy, telepathy, psychokinesis (the ability to manipulate matter with my mind, which I will refer to in this narrative as PK for ease of use), some "far-seeing", and some slight precognition. In addition, and most importantly for this story, I had the ability to detect and affect the emotional and psychological state of other people.
I was a shy boy growing up, bookish, slight, and ordinary looking. I was a good student, but this only served to set me apart from others, even beyond my shyness. I was horribly shy around girls, although I had the usual interest, and as a result, did not even date until my senior year of high school.
That year, just having reached my 18th birthday, I still had never had a real date with a girl. However, I had a horrible crush on one of the most popular girls in school. Jean was an honor's student, a cheerleader, and very pretty. About 5'6", blonde, and about 34C-24-34, she was a teenage boy's wet dream. She had just broken up with the quarterback of the football team and was not seeing anyone else. My friends, knowing I had this huge crush on her, urged me to ask her out after the next football game. I had to go along, even though I was terrified inside that she would laugh at my invitation.
As it happened, we had an honor society meeting after classes the next day, and since both Jean and I would be there, I had my opportunity. As the meeting concluded, I went up to Jean. "Hi Jean. Uhhh, would you like to go to Friday night's football game with me?" At first, it seemed she looked at me with slightly amused disdain. Deep down inside I was quivering with fear of rejection, wishing hard, very hard, that she would like me and want to go with me. Slowly, something about her expression changed. Slowly, she smiled, and said, "Of course I would love to go with you Alan. I thought you would never ask! Pick me up at my place at 6 Friday. See you then." As she left the room, she gave me a kiss on the cheek, to my utter astonishment.
As I look back on it now, I had performed my first act of mental control over another person. But at the time, I was totally perplexed. I had totally expected rejection, polite rejection perhaps, but it seemed like my intense wish had really come true. I could hardly wait for the week to end and see how my date with Jean went.
That Friday night, I showed up at her place at 6 pm sharp. She of course was dressed in her cheerleader outfit, which did nothing to lessen my sexual fantasies about her. "Hi! Let's get something light to eat before the game, I'm starved!" she said, giving me a peck on the cheek, and practically bounced to my dad's car. In the car on the way to get a sandwich, I could not help but notice her short cheerleader skirt exposing much of her thigh, and I wished I could see more. As if Jean could hear my thoughts, she gave me a half-shy, half-confused glance, and pulled her skirt hem on the side nearest to me all the way up until I could see her cheerleader panties.
"Do you like my legs, Alan? They are not too muscular for you? I really hope you like them." I stammered something inane about them looking nice. "Good, I am glad you like them, I suppose I shouldn't say this, but I didn't ever really notice you much before you asked me out, but since you did, I find myself really wanting you to like me. I didn't think you were my type or something, but now..." she just tapered off from there and became silent.
"I do like you Jean, I never thought you would want to go out with me, but now, I am really glad I asked!" I was astonished that this beauty would even go out with me, let alone like me, and I began to wonder in my own mind what had caused this. I slowly began to recognize that something unusual may be going on, as if anything I wanted or wished was reflected in Jean's actions or words. It's not that I was so insecure that I thought I could not get a girl, but it did seem odd.
I continued to reflect on this during our light supper, and then it was time to go to the game. "See you after the game, cutie!" Jean smiled, and kissed me lightly on the lips. I sat in the stands watching her leap and shout throughout the game, focusing on her more than on the game, which was somewhat exciting.