Part 1
You know the line, "I wouldn't fuck her with YOUR dick?" Well, I can actually pull that one off. Confused? Let me explain. I knew I was special at a young age. It appeared I could suggest things to people and they would do what I wanted. Sort of like in Star Wars when Obi Wan said, "These are not the droids you're looking for," I could say something and people would just go along with my suggestion.
It started with my being able to get babysitters to let me do things(stay up late or have multiple desserts) even when my parents advised against them. No matter what I wanted, all I had to do was focus my attention on the sitter, concentrate on what I wanted, and I got my way. As the years went by I tested my "powers" on teachers to get them to let me turn assignments in late, clerks at mini-marts to get free stuff, and during various other situations. I was always able to get my way. One time I got caught cutting class in high school and was able to get the vice principal to not call my folks, or even give me detention. For good measure I even got him to give me ten bucks just to prove to myself I could do it!
I know it sounds like I could use my ability to get away with murder with my folks but it didn't seem to work on them. Well, to tell you the truth, I never actually tried it out on my dad. He was a workaholic. And when he wasn't working he was a golfaholic so he wasn't really around all that much. That was ok, though, because I was kind of a momma's boy anyway. Whenever I attempted to get my mom to let me do something I was fairly sure she wouldn't let me do, she didn't. I wasn't sure if she had the same ability I did, but I know my gift didn't work on her, that was certain. I guess since it hadn't worked on her, I just never tried with my dad because I assumed it wouldn't.
It would also seem that the world would be my oyster if I could make people do things with just the power of my will but I had a conscience. I read lots of comic books as a kid and Spider-Man was my favorite. I always thought that line from Spider-Man was pretty cool. It goes, "With great power comes great responsibility." In the beginning I had to test my abilities to see what I could do, but after I was sure of what I could do, I didn't want to abuse the gift I had. But, believe me, it was hard not to use my powers to benefit my desires...especially when I hit puberty. Oh, sure I may have gotten a couple girls to show me their tits, but I didn't use my powers to screw any of them.
I had always been successful in getting people to do little things I wanted, but the summer after I graduated from high school something happened that made me wonder what the full extent of my abilities were. My folks invited some of the neighbors from our block over for a bar-b-q. Most of the couples were around my parents' age but our next door neighbors, Brandon and Jessica, who had moved in the summer before, were younger than the rest of the couples by at least ten years. I would guess they were around thirty.
Shortly after they moved in I would regularly see Jessica sunbathing in her backyard through the spaces between the boards in our fence. She was a blonde with a tight body, perfect breasts(not too small, not too big), a great ass, and a face that reminded me a little of Elisha Cuthbert. They didn't have a pool, but that didn't stop Jessica from laying out on the grass in a lounge chair to work on her tan. She always had some skimpy bikini on, and I had hoped someday I'd catch her getting some sun in the nude, but no such luck. That was ok, though, it left little to the imagination and let me tell you, my imagination did the rest.
Some of the guests at the bar-b-q, including Jessica, swam in our pool. She was wearing a bright yellow bikini that accentuated her nice tan. The rest of the evening, when not swimming, she had a wrap around her waist so she wasn't walking around in only a bikini. As it was, every husband stole peeks at her hot body every chance they got and their wives were visibly annoyed that this hot young girl was parading around in front of their spouses in her skimpy bikini. Every once in a while a breeze came and her nipples would stiffen. I'm sure all the men, and women, noticed. I sure did.
As the party wound down, and most of the guests had headed home, I went and got ready for bed. As I lay in bed with visions of Jessica's hot body dancing in my head I could feel my erection grow in the gym shorts I had worn to bed. I pushed down the front of the elastic waistband, wrapped my fingers around my growing member, and began to slowly stroke it. I closed my eyes and pictured what was likely happening in the master bedroom next door. I had housesat for Brandon and Jessica when they had gone away at Christmastime so I knew what the inside of their house looked like.
I imagined Brandon was on top of Jessica in their king-sized bed, with her legs spread apart, shoving his dick inside her as she moaned. I could see it all so clearly in my mind's eye. As I worked my cock I imagined it was me who was fucking Jessica, not Brandon, and I tightened my grip to simulate what I'm sure her tight little box must feel like. I was intensely focused on the visual in my head. In my mind it was like I was actually there. And when I opened my eyes I found I was not in my bedroom anymore. I looked around and saw that I was lying on Brandon and Jessica's bed!
Needless to say I was freaking out! How the hell did I get there? All the lights in the room were off but I could see quite well because moonlight was shining through the windows. Also, there was no door leading to the master bathroom from their bedroom and the bathroom light was on. I could hear the shower running and assumed Jessica was in it. I was in a daze, still trying to figure out what the hell was happening. One minute I'm jacking off in MY bed, imagining I'm in THEIR bed, and the next I'm actually lying in their bed! This was beyond strange.
I looked down and saw that I was wearing boxer shorts...and I NEVER wear boxer shorts. I don't even own a pair. I pushed back the sheet, got out of bed, and tiptoed toward the bathroom. I stopped at the edge of the doorway and peeked inside. Yup, I was right. There was Jessica...taking a shower. And I had a front row seat to it. I could see her in all her naked, lathered-up, wonderfully tan lined glory through the clear glass door of the shower. All of the fantasizing I had done didn't do justice to just how hot she looked naked. Again I could feel my erection grow...only this time, it wasn't my erection. I looked down and it wasn't my dick poking through the opening in the boxer shorts, it was someone else's.
I looked inside the bathroom, to the right at the bathroom mirror, and then I realized what had happened. Instead of seeing myself standing in the bathroom doorway, shirtless, with my boner sticking out of my boxers I saw BRANDON standing in the bathroom doorway, shirtless, with HIS boner sticking out! Holy shit, I had somehow taken over his body!! I stared at myself, or should I say Brandon, in the mirror for a few moments until the sound of Jessica in the shower woke me from my daze. My eyes moved back to her and I watched as she lathered herself up with a nylon net sponge like my mom had, moving it up and down her arms, over her breasts, and down her stomach. I reached down and began to stroke my hard-on as I silently watched Jessica move the sponge down over her little landing strip of neatly-trimmed pubic hair, between her legs, and back around to her butt.
Looking back on it all I remember feeling like a peeping Tom, and I was scared to death that she would catch me looking at her in the shower. But in actuality I had every right to be there because I WAS Brandon. That was MY house, and I was watching MY wife take a shower. As I stood there my mind was all over the place. My head was swimming as I tried to process it all. I was standing in my neighbor's bedroom, watching my hot neighbor naked in the shower, stroking my...or rather BRANDON'S hard dick...but it was really MY dick. I mean, it felt like I was stroking myself down there, but not to my hand, because it wasn't the same dick I'd been jerking off since I hit puberty, it was some other guy's. He was fairly well-equipped, about the same length as me, but his pole was a little thicker.
