Date: Fri, 20 Aug 2010 03:03:34 -0400
From: Cole Angicent <colebph@gmail.com>
Subject: PS238 Part 1-1

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The following story is fan fiction set in the universe of  "PS238: The
Comic", by Aaron Williams, covered by Fair Use as a parody work provided
without financial benefit. I not only read the comic, I also play the RPG,
which is actually how some of these stories came into existence and just
ached to be shared. The main category of the story is sci-fi, but it's
secondary categories would go back and forth between adult-youth and
young-friends, so if you're not comfortable with child involvement, well...
hell, I still think you should read it anyway, since there won't be a /ton/
of sex, and most of the central plots won't be sexually oriented. But if
you're looking for something more adult-oriented - heh, literally and
metaphorically - then this probably isn't your story.

Don't worry if you know nothing about the setting, I'll take care of a lot
of background in the first few chapters. And if you /do/ read the comic...
the events in this story create an AU after Issue #22. :)
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Episode 1, Chapter 1: Three New Students

"I can tell you're worried about me, y'know. You don't want me to go just as
much as I don't want to go."

Cynthia Hammond sighed, running her fingers through her ten year old son's
auburn hair. "And that's exactly why you're going. Besides, aren't you
excited to be with other kids like you?"

Jake's eyes widened slightly. He hadn't fully considered the ramifications
of that until this moment. "You mean... I mean, none of the other kids can
read /minds/, right?"

Cynthia laughed and smacked her son's butt. "It'll serve you right, young
man. You'll finally understand why the /rest/ of us get so uncomfortable
sometimes." She had a few choice thoughts afterwards, but didn't express
them.

Not that she needed to. "HEY, it's not like I /want/ to hear you thinking
about boning Mister Michaelson either," Jake quipped, a mischievous grin on
her face.

Cynthia rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips, standing up to
emphasize her extra foot and a half of height over her little boy. "You are
impossible, child." She started picking up dirty clothing that had been
scattered around his room. "I hope you're not going to keep your dorm room
like this? I doubt your roommate would appreciate it."

"ROOMMATE?" Jake asked nervously, eyes cast briefly downward toward his
zipper. Any male could easily guess what thoughts were running through the
boy's mind. The freckly redhead and his boyhood pride and joy had just
become best friends, and now they were going to be denied any alone time
together!

Unlike her son, however, Cynthia was neither male nor a mind reader, and
thus mistook the objection completely. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get
along with him just fine as long as you don't make him live in your
/filth/." She dropped some of his dirty clothes in the bin and sat on her
son's bed, really appraising the four foot, three inch hazel-eyed child
looking nervously back at her. His flannel shirt hung open on his frame,
revealing the blue t-shirt against his smooth skin, and his black jeans were
already ripped in three places, the victim of a few tree-climbing hazards
over the last few months. "My, how quickly you've grown up."

"Mooooooooom," Jake whined, his cheeks reddening. "Stop that. It's not like
I'm /that/ grown."

"Yeah, well, you're not the little baby I held anymore," she replied
affectionately, getting up again and rubbing his cheek. "You know I'll
always love you, right?"

"Better than most kids ever could," Jake reminded her, with a tap to his own
noggin.

Cynthia turned away from him and started down the stairs. "Yes, well... you
better prepare yourself for a few new experiences, Jake. One of the things
I've always worried about is that you never get to be surprised like
ordinary kids. It's such a relief to me that you'll get to experience a LOT
of surprises today, without any danger."

"You sure there won't be any danger?" Jake asked earnestly.

Cynthia shrugged. No, she wasn't sure, and with his abilities, she knew he
already knew that. So she simply told him the exact same thing she kept
telling /herself/ to make her feel better about it. "Superpowers or not,
it's still an elementary school, right? How bad can it be?"
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Across town, a similar morning ritual was taking place in a very different
household, where a boy sat on top of the bathroom toilet's flush tank
talking to his father, who was using a particle laser to "shave" by
disintegrating the molecular structure of his hair follicles, which were
unfortunately so resilient that no razor blade (or ginsu knife, or bullet,
for that matter) could hope to slice through them. "And I'm told Coach
Rockslide's gym classes are like advanced combat training!" he said, giving
his son the same winning smile that graced the cover of Metahumans Monthly
last June.

"Awww geez, Dad..."

The older man tugged on his cape momentarily, giving his son a stern look.
"Now remember, Alex, everyone at PS238 is required to keep a secret
identity, /including/ you, so you'd better get used to calling other people
by their codenames. With my uniform off I'm 'Dad', but with my uniform /on/
I'm 'The Unstoppable Force'. Got it, slugger?"

Alex sighed. "Yes, D.. Unstoppable, I've got it."

"Good, good," The Unstoppable Force replied, patting his son on the back
(it's an interesting side note that, were his son not also gifted with
superhuman strength, the force of the impact would have been enough to break
every bone in the boy's body, and indeed, the poor ceramic toilet bowl on
which the boy sat cracked down the middle). "I envy you, son. They never had
a superhero's elementary school when /I/ was growing up. You're going to
make friends there who'll be with you the rest of your life. Maybe even
become the members of your own Superteam! I heard Atlas' son has been going
to that school for a year now!"

That made Alex grin. "Really? Captain Clarinet is in my class?"

"See? THAT'S the spirit!" The Unstoppable Force clamored approvingly. "Now,
there's a present in your room waiting for you. A special gift for a special
boy on his first day."

Faster than a speeding bullet, Alex bolted to his room and returned with the
white, red-ribboned box. He didn't bother unwrapping it, of course - he
merely used his x-ray vision to discern the contents. "WOW, my own cape?!?
THANKS, Dad!"

The Unstoppable Force grimaced for but a single moment before deciding not
to comment on the 'Dad' thing again. "That's right! Made from particle
synthesis, too, so it can't get scratched up or dirty!"

Now Alex ripped open the box, swinging the cape over his spandex outfit and
attaching the clasps. "Now I look a little like you, don't I?"

"Sure do, son!" He leaned over. "Though still a little pint-sized, I think.
We'll have to call you the Stoppable Force for now, until you get good
grades!" Shaving finished, the old man started up the stairs towards the
roof, his son in tow.

"Hey Dad?" Alex asked, glancing over his father's costume, particularly in
the crotch area. "When is my spandex going to bulge out like yours?"

His father let out a hearty laugh. "Well son, I don't know when, but you can
be sure you'll be due for a NAME CHANGE when that happens!" With a smirk, he
kicked off the roof, his cape flitting in the breeze as he levitated above
the house in defiance of gravity. After a moment, Alex joined him in the
air.

"Fly to school now, son, and keep it under twelve thousand feet! I don't
wanna hear about any more jetliners changing course, understand?!"

Alex smirked. "You got it, Pop."

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Vashti Imperia and Christina Kyle were sitting in the PS238 Teachers'
Lounge, reviewing their student files for the incoming year, particularly
the ones of the new students. Jake's and Alex's had been thoroughly
examined, but neither boy had anything particularly unusual in his file. The
third boy, however...

"Did Mister Cranston inform the parents?" Ms. Kyle asked.

Vashti shook her head. "No. He didn't see much of a need."

"Much of a /need/...?" Ms. Kyle repeated incredulously, eyes widened.

Vashti answered with a shrug. "Sex education forms were already signed by
each parent upon enrollment, so it's not like any response on our part would
be unexpected. It's hardly a surprise to any of them that their children
need to know the facts of life eventually. This will just... cause us to
push up the lessons, so to speak. For the boys, at least."

Christina gave the caped teacher a disgruntled look. "You wouldn't /dream/
of making this a boys only problem. His powers are going to affect the girls
as well, and it's not like Harold can follow him around suppressing his
powers every half-hour. As is he can barely keep Lyle this side of sanity."

"Which is exactly the point," Vashti remarked. "First slip up, the boy's
powers would start impacting his classmates and we'd have to deal with it
anyway, so why not deal with it now? It'll do the little buggers good. They
learn to deal with raging hormones when it's the result of someone else's
power, they might be better prepared when the raging hormones have a more
/internal/ power source."

"It's still not a boy only problem."

Vashti smirked. "They're the ones who're going to be /physically/ affected
by Dylan. We may have to loosen the 'costumes only' dress code this year,
all that tented spandex is going to cause a lot of very /obvious/
discomfort." She snickered. "Maybe we shouldn't tell them. It'd be far too
amusing to watch them puzzle it out themselves."

Christina picked up Dylan's file and swatted her co-worker with it. "Oh,
/Vashti/."

"Some of them might even start to question their sexuality when they realize
Dylan's presence is the reason for their one-fingered salutes."

Christina rolled her eyes, putting the file back down. "I don't understand
why we're even taking him as a student. Makes me VERY glad I'm not the
Rainmaker teacher, I'd be far too uncomfortable working with /those/
powers."

Vashti snickered. "Mmmm. I suppose prepping him for a brilliant career in
the adult film industry /would/ seem reprehensible, to /you/. But I'm sure
you can agree that letting him develop his abilities /without/ any kind of
supervision would be far more detrimental to society."

Christina picked up her mug of coffee and sipped it, grimacing. "Mmm. I
can't wait to see how Jenny and Dillon take it."

"Republiboy and Democrigirl?" Ms. Imperia teased. "If they follow their
political roles, I imagine you can expect a long tirade from the boy about
our denigration of family values, but I'm sure the girl will taut the
virtues of diversity and sexual liberation. Just spend the entire time
enjoying the irony of the gender role reversal and you'll be fine."

Christina shrugs. "Well... I suppose the rest will be Mrs. Oberon's problem,
most of the time."

"The part I'm looking most forward to," Vashti Imperia remarked with a
chuckle, "is waiting to see if she encourages him to develop a code name.
Anything they come up with is guaranteed to be a perfect porn star name."

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And so it was that, when the three hundred normal students at the Excelsior
Public School and the sixty-two not-so-normal students mingled in the
courtyard to salute the American flag, there were many whispers about why
one particular fourth-grade section had been divided into male-only and
female-only homerooms.

"Computer generated coincidence," Ms. Kyle explained to Ambriel Valentine,
the young girl who saw fit to ask about it, but Jake Hammond gave his new
teacher a funny look and a blush as he overheard it.

"Then how come the Rainmaker kids are with us and not in their own
homeroom?" Ambriel insisted.

Ms. Kyle scowled slightly. "Because it's time you kids weren't so clumped
together. This year there'll be more diversity in each classroom." She
glanced over at Jake. "Excuse me," she said to Ambriel, working her way over
to him.

"Don't worry, I won't tell," he remarked at her approach, and when she
looked back at him with an approving, relieved smile, he started to realize
what his mother meant about surprise. "You're not shocked or scared?"

Ms. Kyle kneeled and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. "You'll hear me
say this at orientation downstairs, but suffice it to say we have very
gifted and talented children of all types, and no, I'm not shocked or
scared. If anything, it will help us get along better because you'll know
that I'm only here to help and guide you."

"You really are," Jake remarked with a smile, resisting the urge to hug this
nice woman. Then his brow crinkled. "But you're still going to find a way to
block your thoughts sometimes?"

Ms. Kyle grinned. "Young man, you're not going to be getting As by getting
the test answers out of /my/ head. We're going to teach you to earn them
like everyone else."

Jake's eyes widened. "Wow. Did you read /my/ mind for that?"

Ms. Kyle chuckled. "I didn't need to."

Flag properly saluted, the children worked their way into the school
building and soon all the boys were sitting in Ms. Kyle's homeroom.

"Good morning, children," she greeted. "For those who don't know me," and at
this she mostly nodded at Alex, "my name is Christina Kyle and I'll be your
teacher for Homeroom and History of Metahumanity. Now, our actual school
facility is three miles underground, so please stay in your seats while the
classroom moves downward." As she spoke, Ms. Kyle typed some commands into
the computer at her desk, and at the tap of the Enter key, several
seperations made it clear that the area around each student desk, as well as
her own, were coming away from the rest of the room and dropping downward.
To Jake in particular, this seemed a surreal and scary experience, but he
could detect the calm coming from the minds around him - apparently for
these kids, it was old hat.

Once the classroom reached the bottom, Ms. Kyle announced, "As usual, those
of you with holographic projectors can turn them off. Since we're seperated
by gender this year, you don't need to worry as much about discretion
changing into your school costumes." She smirked. "Though I'll just turn my
head for a few moments," she added, which caused several of the boys to
giggle nervously.

Jake was somewhat curious, both about the other boys' bodies and also about
what they thought of all this, but he was shocked to realize that he could
only read the thoughts of a handful of his classmates - some, like the boy
whose shirt was pulled off to reveal a big C emblazoned on the chest of his
spandex costume, were completely unreadable, while others, like the boy who
was already in his entire superhero outfit (a large plastic green visor and
a teal spandex suit with a yellow W on it, shaped like four crossed
lightning bolts) were only leaking out unintelligible whispers. Few were
easily readable, although the ones that were certainly had thoughts that
Jake would have found more interesting, were he not so busy trying to break
into others.

One unreadable boy in particular, a kid in a floating wheelchair pod with
mechanical arms and an oversized cranium that had just looked like a geeky
fat kid with glasses before the hologram had been turned off, returned
Jake's stare with an annoyed one of his own. "What's /your/ problem, new
kid?"

"I can't read your mind," Jake admitted, not seeing any point in deception
at school.

The boy smirked. "You read minds, ey? Here, take this." He handed Jake a
piece of paper.

"'Application for Minionhood'?" Jake wondered, reading the title aloud and
looking up at the strange boy.

"Absolutely," the boy replied. "When I rule this CHEESEDOG planet, it'll be
useful to have a mind reader on staff."

Jake raised a brow. "Cheese dog?" he repeated questioningly, earning him an
annoyed grunt from the wheelchair boy.

"The teachers won't let him swear," the caped boy with the C explained,
wandering over to Jake. "They put some kind of chip in his head to make him
say different words."

"An injustice they'll pay for so GEARSHIFT hard they'll have to put pillows
on their HAMSTERS for months," wheelchair boy grumbled, pushing some buttons
on his device that made him levitate away towards the only desk in the
classroom that didn't have a seat behind it.

"I'm Captain Clarinet," the boy with the C explained, holding out his hand
to shake. "Ron, when we're aboveground."

Jake smiled, taking the boy's hand. The physical contact seemed to open the
boy's mind to his a bit, as he was now able to at least get a sense of
pleasant joviality and goodwill from him. "I'm Jake," he responded. "I guess
I don't have a codename yet."

Ron seemed about to ask something, but at that point Ms. Kyle cleared her
throat and turned around. "That should have been enough ti..." She stopped,
flushed slightly at the sight of a boy with blond hair who was still naked.
"Sorry, Tyler, you'll, ummm.. have to be quicker next time."

The blond, Tyler, turned his front away from Ms. Kyle as he continued
dressing in his costume. "Yes, ma'am," he responded sheepishly over his
shoulder.

Ms. Kyle turned towards the other students. "Alright, since this is our
first day and we have a couple of new students, when I call your name for
role, please stand, tell everyone your code name and what your powers are."
She glanced at her computer. "Jimmy Archer?"

A dark-haired boy with a metal backpack and a black and white costume stood
up. "Hi, umm... I'm Kid Arachnio. Some of you probably know my dad, Dr.
Arachnio, from the news if you, umm... watch news from Detroit."

"My, Detroit, that's a long way from here," Ms. Kyle commented, in that
high-pitched, 'I'm making a super obvious comment just to make the kids
think about something' kind of voice. "Do you go home to Detroit every
night?"

Jimmy shook his head. "No, I live in the dorms here with Marvin." He
smirked, looking over at a dark-skinned kid who smiled back at him. "Which
is great, never any problems sleeping." Apparently a few kids got the joke,
because there was a giggle all around.

"And what... special talents are you working on with us, Jimmy?" Ms. Kyle
prodded.

Jimmy tapped his backpack, and four metal spider legs shot out. "Well,
umm... my hands and feet get sticky like a spider's, and I can climb walls
and stuff. Coach Rockslide has been working with me on staying on the
ceiling with only four arms so I can catch and throw stuff while I'm up
there."

Ms. Kyle waved her hand down. "That's great, Jimmy, go ahead and take a
seat." She glanced at the computer again. "Bernard Brenner?"

A blue-skinned boy with rippling muscles and no shirt on, one of the
hologrammed kids from above, jumped up and down eagerly. "ME! ME!"

Ms. Kyle offered Bernard a grin, though Jake could tell this one wasn't
quite as genuine - teacher apparently got fairly impatient with this one,
even if she'd never admit it. "And what do you do, Bernard?"

"BERNARD SMASH!" the boy cheered, grabbing two apples and smashing them
together, causing apple sauce to fly around the room.

"This is why we have a hard time convincing him 1 + 1 = 2," Ron whispered to
Jake conspiratorially. "He keeps doing it and coming up with 0."

Role continued that way for the next few students. There was Uther Brown (a
kid who could make any object edible and control it's flavor and nutrition
content), Kyle Curtis (a kid with laser beam eyes), Tom Davidson (a kid who
could apparently travel through time at will), and Dillon Fillmore (codename
USA Patriot Act, a self-styled 'Patriotic American doing his civic duty to
embody the Republican party's ideals').

Then Ms. Kyle called out, "Alex Forvisto," and Jake had to gasp at the
sight. Alex was hardly the only spandex-clad boy in the classroom, but to
Jake, it seemed that he made it clear /why/ spandex was the garment of
choice for metahumans. His hair was blond, like Tyler's, but his head was
more of a vertical shape with a double-chin whereas Tyler was more of an
almond with puffy cheeks. His eyes were the deepest emerald green pools of
confidence and unwavering strength. His mind was blocked, and Jake found he
suddenly cared about that more than he had earlier, because he /really/
wanted to know what kinds of thoughts lurked in that amazing body.

"Umm, hi everyone," Alex greeted. "Well, umm, this is my first year here, my
family moved from Sacramento so I could go home after school every day...
ummm, and my Dad's The Unstoppable Force, so a five hundred mile flight to
work in the morning isn't a big deal for him, heh.."

"And have you inherited your father's powers, Alex?" Ms. Kyle asked.

Alex nodded. "Umm, yeah... y'know, the standard package. Flight,
Invulnerability, Speed, Strength."

"Heh, 85," Tom murmured in the back.

"What?" Alex asked.

"You're number 85," Tom remarked. "The 85th known person with those powers.
Wait til Julie meets you, she's 84."

Ms. Kyle offered an almost conciliatory pat on Alex's shoulder. "Remember,
the most ordinary of the /extraordinary/ is still pretty special, Alex. And
none of the 85 FISS heroes on record is completely identical. Captain
Clarinet, for example, lacks some of the speed of his cohorts but can seem
to manipulate his musical abilities in superior ways."

"Well, I do have X-ray vision," Alex pointed out, causing a couple of the
kids to whisper to each other.

"See? That's great," Ms. Kyle remarked, and Jake smirked as she made a
special note in her head to start wearing lead undergarments to future
classes.

"Greg Grifton?" Ms. Kyle called out, and the class met a boy codenamed
"Backblast" who could manipulate energy in order to fly and form protective
bubbles.

And then it was Jake's turn. "Jake Hammond?"

Jake stood up and offered a terse wave to his classmates, wincing at the
stray 'that's lame' thought he picked up from a boy in the back. "Ummm, hi.
I'm Jake. I'm also new here, so I don't have a code name yet. I can read
minds." There followed a moment of dizziness when the excited whispers
around him mingled with the various, mostly nervous thoughts he detected
from his peers. Clutching his forehead, he explained, "And strong thoughts
make it kinda hard to focus, so as long as you all stay panicked like that,
you've got nothing to worry about."

The class laughed at that, and more than one classmate thought 'He's pretty
cool', so Jake smiled broadly.

After that, the remaining introductions seemed to go by quickly. Stanley
Harrison, codename Bullet. A power-armored kinda kid whose dad took him out
on real crimefighting gigs. Marvin Hazelwood, "The Sleeper", able to put
other people to sleep. Kevin Kramer, the Emerald Gauntlet. A strange
goth-type called Malphast. Tyler Marlocke, the blond kid from before, was
interesting because he claimed not to have any powers at all, and was only
in the school because his parents, the great Ultima and Sovereign Powers of
the Earth Defense League, insisted that his powers would one day manifest
themselves.

Vern Mcintire, a healer. Steve Newdeck, codename Soundtrack, a boy who could
broadcast any music he's ever heard. Ron Peterson, who, of course, was
Captain Clarinet.

Then came Prospero, a three-fingered alien kid, who spoke in a language that
no one, even Ms. Kyle, seemed to understand. "We're not really sure who he
is or why he's here," Ms. Kyle began to explain, but Jake didn't need to
speak the kid's language to understand him perfectly.

"Ummm, excuse me, Ms. Kyle?" Jake offered, raising his hand. After receiving
a nod of acknowledgement, he stood up and reported, "Prospero says he's from
Galactic Cluster A-73, where his colony was wiped out. His aunt told him to
come stay on Earth with us for twenty years until she could get a long-range
ship to come pick him up."

The entire class stared at Jake in shock. "You can /understand/ him?" Vern
asked curiously.

Jake shrugged. "What he says out loud? No, not a clue. But his mind's really
easy, it's like he's pushing the thoughts out at me. He says his helmet does
that, makes the thoughts he wants to share come out easy, but no one around
here's been able to pick them up til me." He grinned at Prospero. "My
pleasure, dude."

"Well," Ms. Kyle said with a grin, "We're going to have lots of questions
about that at recess, but... let's get through the rest of role, shall we?
Zachary Shipman?"

Zach was a digger, who hadn't chosen a name yet, though a lot of friends
called him "Gopher". Then came Takahashi Shiro, codename Shadow, an
impressive martial artist. Harold Sigridson, a boy with self-reported
'mystical' powers. Franklin Springer, the teal-clad boy with the W on his
chest, was called the Whiz because he was the fastest thing under five feet
on the planet. Alejandro Torres could talk to insects, and was thus called
"The Flea". Victor Mycroft Von Fogg insisted that he was the 'future
Overlord of the Earth', and that no computer on Earth was beyond his ability
to control. Adam Woods, 'The Animator', was able to bring small inanimate
objects to life and order them around. And lastly Zodan, the censored boy in
the egg-shaped wheelchair device.

"There are two other students in our homeroom," Ms. Kyle told the class,
"but the first, Lyle Sutton, won't be with us very often because his talent
is the ability to see complicated patterns, and it literally hurts him to be
around too many people and things at once. And the second... we need to talk
about a couple of things before you meet him."

Jake let out an involuntary gasp as Ms. Kyle's thoughts made it into his
brain. "Oh, wow," he said, leading the class to a fever of whispers as they
wondered what Jake had detected.

"What is it?" Ron asked him.

Jake blushed slightly. "Let's just say I understand why we're all boys in
here now."

Ms. Kyle gestured towards Jake. "Yes, Mister Hammond is quite right, it's no
accident that you were seperated by gender this year. You're all well aware
that boys and girls have a few key differences, and that these differences
can sometimes make us feel a little unusual?" Greeted with twenty-six blank
stares, she glanced at Jake. "Are they getting any of this?"

Jake shrugged. "A lot of them I can't read, but from the ones I can, I think
you should probably go with your Plan B."

Ms. Kyle nodded. "Alright, let me introduce him first and we'll talk about
the... results when he comes in. I want you all to remember no matter what
you start to feel or, well, what you /feel/ about what you feel, that this
boy is another metahuman kid like you who still cares about friends and
fitting in and learning to control his powers, so I expect you all to be as
nice as you can to him, understand?"

"Yes, Ms. Kyle," came the standardized, sing-song reply of twenty-six
elementary school students.

"Alright." Ms. Kyle pushed a button on the intercom. "Miss Curtis? Please
send Dylan to his homeroom now."

After a few moments' wait, the door to the room opened and in walked a very
nervous-looking brown-haired boy, standing four foot five, with a birthmark
on the left side of his neck, wearing a casual pair of jeans and a T-shirt
proclaiming 'Ninja monkeys are plotting my demise.' The effect on the
classroom was subtle, to everyone but Jake and Ms. Kyle, the former sensing
it mentally and the latter expecting it from her briefing.

"Okay, class, this is Dylan Zeroni." Dylan offered the group a shy wave
before looking expectantly at Ms. Kyle. "Find a seat over there on the left,
Dylan."

As the boy wandered over to his seat, Ms. Kyle took a deep breath, closed
her eyes a moment, and braced herself for one of her most difficult
challenges as a teacher to date. "Okay... now this is going to be an
embarassing topic to talk about, but try to handle it..." She bit her lip,
sighing. "I mean try to /approach/ the topic as maturely as possible." She
gestured forward with one hand. "Now, the overwhelming majority of you have
probably noticed some swelling in your groins. This is called an 'erection',
and is caused by a boy's penis filling with blood and stiffening. Raise your
hands if you've experienced one of these before."

There were several shy moments as some students adjusted themselves and
others glanced around the room at each other, waiting to see who would be
the first to bravely raise his hand. Few people were surprised when it was
Ron Peterson's hand that went up first, followed almost immediately by Tyler
Marlocke and Franklin Springer. Then, with only two or three exceptions, the
rest of the boys raised their hands as well.

"Now, during puberty, when a boy is going through the changes that make him
into a man, these erections can happen for no reason without warning
sometimes, but usually they occur when a boy has become.." Here Ms. Kyle
hesitated only a moment before forcing herself to push onward. "..sexually
excited, by an idea in their mind or the sight of an attractive person." She
gestured towards Dylan. "Dylan's powers act as an amplifier for those kinds
of feelings. Until Dylan learns to control when and how he releases these
energies, anyone in the same room with him is likely to feel far stronger...
/feelings/ than normal. It's important to remember that these feelings are
neither good nor bad, but they're not meant to be as strong as they're going
to be and you should all diligently refrain..." Again she paused for a
moment, this time noticing that two of the boys in the class, Greg Grifton
and Stanley Harrison, were already stroking themselves on the outsides of
their costumes and one aptly-named Adam Woods had already reached inside his
underwear and taken hold of his boyhood, his eyes closed and massaging his
member lightly.

Under ordinary circumstances, she'd be mildly appalled, but of course
Dylan's powers were affecting her as well, and she briefly entertained the
notion of what Adam might look like naked and sprawled across her desk,
stroking himself to orgasm, before she managed to pull herself together,
clearing her throat. "Diligently... refrain from taking any actions based on
those feelings. We should keep control of ourselves." She sighed. "For
example, some of you seem to have forgotten that playing with your penis is
NOT something you do in a public classroom."

Thankfully, Dylan's aura wasn't so strong as to override her other students'
fear of discipline, and the three students in question stopped touching
themselves, looking sheepishly at their teacher and classmates. Ms. Kyle was
amazed that the students weren't filling the air with embarassed giggles and
purile immaturity about the whole affair, but she supposed that the obvious
effect Dylan was having on them was keeping them somber.

"Umm, sorry everyone," Dylan piped up, speaking for the first time. "I'll
figure out how to control it fast, I hope."

Ms. Kyle smiled at the boy. "You have nothing to be sorry for, we all know
you'll do your best." She cleared her throat. "Now.. those of you staying
for first period history, get out your textbooks, and those who are heading
aboveground for first period science, please prepare your desks for
transport back to Excelsior..."

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