Professor Jane’s computer screen is faced away from me, so I can’t really judge with it. The bell rings, and I stand up to go, forgetting about Prof. Jane’s office, till she calls me back to it. Her office is small, but neatly organized, and I sit in a comfortable chair, facing her desk. She goes to one of her filing cabinets, and starts rifling through it, till she finds what she is after, and pulls out a manila folder. “Nicholas Smith,” she intones, and I can tell from her voice that she’s not very happy with me, “4.0 average student, going to this university on a scholarship.” Her eyes lift from the folder, and seem to strike me to my core. “I have to confess, if you didn’t do so well in my class, I likely wouldn’t even know who you were. You don’t seem the type to cause problems, so do you want to tell me what that was about out there?” “Professor , I know I was smiling, but I thought it was kind of funny, just like the rest of the class. I don’t have a key to the switch, so I don’t know how it got turned off.” But I did know, because I had done it. Done it somehow with my mind. She started talking again, but my mind is absorbed on what I might be able to do. I can see her laptop screen in here, and imagine it turning off. Again, nothing happens. Thinking hard, I try to figure out what is different. Every time it has worked, I was thinking about switching something off, not just it being off suddenly. Looking to the laptop again, I imagine moving a switch to turn it off, and have to stop myself from whooping as it suddenly powers down. Wondering if I can only turn things off, I think about switching it back on, and I can almost feel the switch move in my mind, as it starts to power back up. “Are you listening to me?” My professor’s voice cuts through my thoughts, and I look up to meet her large brown eyes, unable to think of what she’d just said. I can see anger in her eyes, as I hesitate to speak, but a sudden thought crosses my mind. What if I could switch off her anger? I quickly imagine her anger as a switch, with happiness on one end, anger the other, and try to move the switch. I feel the switch with my mind, as I push against it, but it refuses to budge. I press harder, but still no movement. I almost give up, when her laptop finally boots up, and its startup sounds distract her, and the switch moves a little bit. Not enough to get rid of her anger, I suspect, but enough to blunt it. Wondering if I had actually moved the emotional switch, or was simply able to sense it, I decide to try something else. Perhaps it’s too much to hope to be able to change a mood so much, so quickly. While she is distracted with her laptop, I re- imagine the switch, but this time, instead of happiness, I think of no feeling, and try to move the switch. It budges slightly more, but still not enough. I look at my professor, at the way her suit hugs her nice curves, and another thought strikes me. Maybe I can’t change an emotion quickly, but can I affect her physically? I decide to throw caution to the wind as she turns back to me, her anger only slightly blunted, due to my efforts, and flip another switch in her, almost sighing when I feel it move easily. Prof. Jane’s eyes seem to grow larger, as what I had done seems to register to her, but otherwise she shows no reaction. She just continues to stare at me, and I know her crotch is getting wetter, or at least I hope it is, because I felt the switch move. I realize she is still waiting for my answer. “I promise you, I didn’t see anybody turn off the lights, and I am not certain how they turned off.” I said, trying to think. It wasn’t completely a lie, as I still didn’t understand how this new power of mine worked. She continues to stare at me, but I can still feel the anger switch slowly moving. I decide that emotionless is a poor place to move the switch to, and instead create a switch to horny, wondering just what I might be capable of doing to this mature and beautiful woman. I can immediately feel that the switch in her mind is easier to move, but still not moving fast. Suddenly I realize that the switch making her p*ssy wet has turned back off on its own. Can I only use one switch at a time? I wonder, as I turn that one back on, and sense the ‘horny’ switch start moving again. No, I must be able to do more than one at a time, I figure, but how many? I easily flip another switch in her, making her ni¤pples hard, and hold back my grin as she starts talking again. “You’re a bright student, and I don’t want to see you get into any trouble.