Hi, I'm Brad. I mean, I wasn't always Brad, but I am now. I used to be called Francis (horrible name in my
opinion), but that seems like another life now. Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself.
I'm Brad and when I was about 18 I realised I could change things. Not quite anything, but lots of things. And
all I had to do was say it. The first time I used my ability, my teacher was giving us a huge piece of
homework. Like, it'd take us weeks to do. Everyone was moaning at her:
"Oh miss do we have to?"
"This is going to kill my weekends!"
"I hate this stupid assignment..."
And then I joined in with, "You don't really want us to do this, do you miss?"
Her hand gave a little twitch, and then she said, "Actually, you know what? I don't! It'll take me far too
long to grade it, so don't bother."
And she threw all the papers in the bin, and we just chatted for the rest of the lesson. I was taken aback at
this, but no-one else seemed to think it was weird. I went up to my buddy Nate after class to ask him about
it.
"Well you know Miss Tarrant," Nate said, "Never can make up her mind about shit. I don't know why you're
surprised to be honest, don't you remember that time when she told us not to bother with an assignment like
one week after she'd given it to us?"
"Yeah," I replied. But actually, none of that had ever happened. I knew for a fact that Miss Tarrant had
previously been a stickler for getting homework in on time. And somehow, I'd changed that about her. I was
pretty excited, and I wanted to try something else, see what kind of limits my ability had. Maybe it would be
just a one-off and I could only use it to avoid that piece of homework. Maybe it'd be a lifelong thing. I
needed to test it.
I needed something small but obvious to test it on. And something that wouldn't make me seem like a complete
lunatic if it didn't work. I was going round to Nate's house that night so I decided to recruit him as a test
subject. I saw an event I thought he could try going to, so I wanted to test if something like that would be
something I could 'encourage' him to do. There was nothing on the calendar on that day as I walked in, and
Nate's so organised that if he's due to do anything at all, even go food shopping or some shit, he'd damn sure
mark it on the calendar.
We were playing video games, something like Halo or some shit, and I was losing, like always. While we were
playing, I decided to make my move.
"Hey Nate..."
"Yeah?"
"You ever thought about showing off how good at this game you are?"
Nate's hand twitched before he replied, "What, you mean more than I do already? I've got tournaments booked up
like six months in advance, you know that."
And, sure enough, as I turned around there was a different tournament marked every weekend on the calendar
which definitely hadn't been there before. I'd done it!
And then.......well, I did a bad thing. I got a little horny. See, I also knew Nate liked working out. He
looked alright, toned and slim, but not how I'd want him to look. I'd realised I was bi a few years ago, no-
one else knew though.
"I don't know how you squeeze in all those tournaments though. You do so much other stuff. Like how often do
you go to the gym?"
"Three times a week."
"Six times a week you say?" Fuck, I probably shouldn't have done that. Well, if it didn't work I could always
say an explosion on the game made me mishear him.
"That's what I said dude, six times a week. You going deaf or something?"
And as I watched him, Nate's whole body started pumping up with muscle. From 5'11 and 170lbs, he was now
easily brushing past 200. His clothes had changed too: before he'd been wearing a polo shirt and chinos, now
he was in a muscle tee which really showed off his big delts, arms and hinted at big pecs, and some sweatpants
which showed off just how big his legs were, even though they were really loose. His drink had changed too,
from a beer to a protein shake.
"Um..yeah....explosion......." I mumbled. I was mesmerised at what I'd done. There was no doubting it now, I
had some crazy ability that meant I could change loads of things, and all I had to do was talk about it.
Pretty soon, with a raging boner in my boxers, I excused myself, raced to the bathroom and blew a load all
over Nate's floor. As I was cleaning up, I wondered: what else could I use this power for?