Rob had no idea how he came to have his mind control power. He didn't know if it was genetic or some mysterious liquid or food he had unknowingly consumed. Maybe he was abducted by aliens who gave him the power and then wiped his memory of the abduction. Maybe his parents were actual aliens, and they gave him the power. Perhaps the government or some secret, clandestine corporation was experimenting on him. Maybe he had, at some point in his life, been accidentally exposed to some radiation that changed his brain and gave him mind control. All those possibilities seemed absurd, but having mind control over others was absurd. He didn't know how he got the power, but he remembered the incident when he realized that he had the power.
Rob was a typical, average senior high school student. He wasn't a jock; he wasn't especially popular; he wasn't part of the nerdy but very smart science clique. He had average looks; his parents had a pretty average income, and he had a little better than average grades. Just all in all, an average kid, except for his mind control powers.
One day in the middle of class, he got permission from the teacher to go to the restroom. So when he entered the bathroom, it was not surprising that it was empty. He went to the urinal, emptied his bladder, washed his hands, and was about to return to class when he heard the restroom door open. His heart sank when he saw who it was. It was the school bully, Ernie Shaw. Rob and Ernie had a little bit of history. Somehow, Rob and Ernie had always been in the same school together since the first grade. When they were in fourth grade, and Ernie was still a little on the small side, he decided to pick a fight with Rob. But Rob was able to get in a good punch to Ernie's stomach and knocked the wind out of him. Ernie fell to his knees, gasping for breath, and when he finally recovered, he started crying. Ernie never forgot that humiliation, and as the years went by and Ernie started getting bigger and stronger than Rob, he began to bully him whenever possible, trying to pay him back for that day in fourth grade.
"Well, well, if it ain't good ole Rob," said Ernie, reaching up with both hands and pushing Rob back a few steps. He stepped forward and pushed Rob harder this time, and Rob's back slammed against a wall. Ernie grabbed the front of Rob's shirt in a fist and, with his other arm, pushed his forearm against Rob's neck and held him against the wall.
"Remember in fourth grade when you made me cry?"
Rob stared into his eyes; of course, he remembered, but he knew what he said wouldn't make any difference. The vision of Ernie and Rob in fourth grade came to Rob's mind, Ernie kneeling on the ground, tears rolling down his cheeks. Then something weird happened in the restroom. Ernie got a funny look on his face, and Rob could see tears starting to well up in Ernie's eyes. Ernie kept his grip on Rob's shirt, but he pulled his arm from Rob's neck and used the back of his hand to try and wipe away the tears that were starting to run out of his eye sockets. Seeing the tears made Rob think even more about Ernie crying on the fourth-grade playground. Then the tears began to flow from Ernie's eyes, and he even sniffled a little. Then he shook his head left and right, trying to clear his head. He couldn't figure out what was happening and why he felt like crying. But now he was being humiliated in front of Rob with tears running nonstop down his cheeks.
"I've got to go; I'll kick your ass another day," threatened Ernie, and turned and went into one of the stalls.
Rob stood there in shock, not believing what had just happened. He thought again of the playground with Ernie on his knees crying, and then he heard Ernie begin to sob in the stall. Did what he was thinking affect Ernie? Could that have been the cause? But if so, how? In his mind, he created a scene that did not actually happen. They were still on the playground, but Ernie was lying on his back, rolling back and forth and literally bawling and bawling loudly. Rob then heard Ernie crying, not sobbing, but crying and getting louder in the stall. Rob decided to take a chance.
He walked to the stall and stood just outside. Then in a loud voice, "Don't ever, EVER, try to fuck with me again, Ernie!" Ernie said nothing but continued to cry.
After the bathroom incident, Ernie would look away quickly every time their eyes met at lunch or in the hallway, pretending he had never seen Rob. One day, Rob was having lunch with a couple of friends when he noticed Ernie standing in line to get his lunch. Rob decided to try something. He closed his eyes and imagined the same lunchroom scene; then he imagined Ernie losing control of his bladder and beginning to pee, leaving a big wet spot in Ernie's crotch. He then opened his eyes and looked over to see Ernie looking down at his crotch, his wet crotch. Ernie's eyes got huge, and others noticed he had wet his pants and started laughing at him. Ernie looked up and happened to see Rob looking at him with a slight grin on his face. Rob then raised his middle finger to his eyebrow and gave Ernie a small, discrete middle finger salute. Ernie knew then that somehow Rob had caused him to pee his pants. Ernie ran from the lunchroom, and he never bothered Rob again.
After that, Rob decided to try other experiments, not to make people pee their pants or to do something else that would embarrass them; he didn't want to do something mean like that. There was a girl that sat in from of him in chemistry class. One day, during the teacher's lecture, he focused on the girl's neck and imagined that it itched. After a few seconds, she raised her hand and lightly scratched the exact spot Rob had been looking at. One of Rob's friends sat in the next row and three seats towards the front. Rob did the same thing to his friend, except he focused on his elbow this time. Sure enough, the friend started scratching his elbow. Rob decided to prank his friend; he focused on the side of his friend's face, and the friend started scratching his cheek. Then he focused on the friend's knee, and sure enough, the friend rubbed his knee. Rob went back and forth between spots on his friend's body, making him rub or scratch. It got to the point that Rob had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. He finally gave the friend a reprieve and stopped tormenting him.
After class, "Hey, dude, you got fleas or something? You sure were scratching like crazy during class," said Rob to his friend with a grin.
"I dunno what that shit was all about, but glad it finally stopped."
Rob just laughed, "See you later," as they parted and went to their separate classes.
Rob's next class was his favorite, English Lit, but not because he loved English Lit; it was because he had a massive crush on the teacher. Her name was Jamie Jensen, and she was gorgeous. She was 32, single, with shoulder-length brunette hair and dark eyes to match. She was a good teacher with a witty sense of humor and was always joking around with her students. Jamie, conscious of her attractiveness and more than aware that she was standing in front of a bunch of hormone-laden, horny teenage boys, always dressed conservatively. She wore minimal makeup. Her dresses or skirts always went below the knee, and she never wore any shirt that revealed cleavage. None of her clothes were tight fitting; she always wore something loose and didn't accentuate her fit body and slightly larger than-average breasts. Even so, she couldn't count the number of times she would see male students staring at her breasts while standing in front during her lecture. She once complained to a friend that she felt like she was dressing like her grandma. But despite her efforts to downplay her sexiness, everyone could tell she was an attractive and sexy woman.
So Rob eagerly sat down, four rows from the front, ready to lust after Jamie. After a short lecture, giving a brief synopsis of their new book, Jamie instructed the class to read the first chapter. She sat down at her desk to grade papers while the class read. It never occurred to Rob that his fantasies about Jamie would actually
affect
her. He held the book up like he was reading, but, in his mind,
