Mesmo, the kid at the door smiled. He opened the third eye in the middle of his forehead. And then he spoke but his voice sounded deeper and had a hypnotic quality. Instantly, Dylan and Kevin froze and stared at his glowing third eye. Even Connor was transfixed by the eye and voice. The chair's view of the door was blocked by Dylan. But the voice was pretty powerful even without the eye. Still a senior student wizard knew a thing or two about resisting hypnotic spells or suggestions. He concentrated on magical equations.
Mesmo said, "You didn't hear anything. The underwear didn't speak. Give me the underwear."
Kevin obeyed. Mesmo looked down at Connor, and added, "You belong to me now, and forever." He lifts up his robe, and steps into Connor. He's not wearing anything under the robe. He grinned and looked up at Dylan and Kevin. Spittle was dribbling down the side of Dylan's mouth. "Okay, you two go back to whatever you were doing. If anyone comes looking for Conner, just say he's around somewhere. You aren't concerned about where he is or what he is. Understand?" Mesmo ordered. "Oh, and you won't remember that I stopped by either."
"Yes, Mesmo," the two said in unison.
Mesmo turned and closed the door. The sound of the closing door broke their trances.
Kevin reached for the door, and paused, "Did you hear someone knock?" he asked uncertainly.
"I've got Dog Ears, and I didn't hear anything. You must be imaging stuff, Kevin. Now help me clean up this room."
The chair wobbled on its four legs toward the door. Sometimes being a chair was so inconvenient.
Back in his own room, Mesmo opened his robe, and sat down on his bed. He adjusted his growing bulge.
"Heh, heh, so, Connor, I was in the Bursar's Office when they were talking about a new student who was were underwear. I didn't forget my underwear, I just needed an excuse to "borrow" you. "
"You don't need to borrow me," Connor said dreamily, "You own me, sir. I belong to you."
"Yes, yes, you do," chuckled Mesmo.
A cloud of smoke rose from a nearby uncorked bottle, and a golden male genie appeared out of the smoke.
"So roomie, that's your big surprise? Talking underwear? I could've wished you up something better than that! It's just tighty whiteys! Now I could have gotten you golden lame boxer briefs or-"
"Cool it, Ali Baba, it's a were-underwear dude."
"Frosh?" Ali rolled his eyes. His real name was Ali Babylon, and he hated the Ali Baba nickname. He shook his head. "Mesmo, you're going to get in so much trouble this time."
"Not if you don't tell. His roommates don't even remember I visited them."
"Who are his roommates?"
"Kevin and dog boy -whasis name? Dill-weed? Dylan! That's it."
"Those guys? Well, what about their RA?"
"I didn't see him there."
"Dude, he's an inanimo, like diaper boy there."
"What were-undies?"
"Were-furniture. A chair or desk, I think? You could consult your third eye? Oh, right, your eye's only good for hypno, not good for seeing the future or how things really are? You're repeating Prescience 101 this year, aren't you?"
"Shut up! I've got to think..."