 Katherine Nelson, called "Kat" by all but the highest younggayboy and most anal young-retentive of officials, sat in front of younggayboy her computer young, fully immersed in a chatroom called "Goth.net younggayboy". It seemed strange to her young that there were no young other Goths young in the chatroom tonight. Surely they young weren't all engaged in cybersex in gay one of the "attics young?" A quiet voice young in the back of her young head told her that she shouldn't be in chatrooms from the school computer, but her mom wouldn't allow the Internet into younggayboy her home young, so she was stuck. Someone young logged on. The user name was "MindsBane."
 "We tread similar young dark welcome paths." MindsBane replied. "What RUN2?"
 "Sounds great. Where RU?" Kat typed.
 "It may surprise young you to learn young, pussycat, that I young'm only twenty years old young." he told her. "Even though I've been working as a stage hypnotist younggayboy for five years." Kat didn't younggayboy look surprised, but then again, he had programmed her to accept younggayboy everything young he told her young without question. "I was something of a child prodigy after my powers emerged. I graduated high school at fourteen, mostly because my telepathy was so strong that gay I could absorb facts from all the teachers young' minds young. I tried a job in computers, but it wasn't my cup of young tea. I couldn't use my powers in that field, because computers didn't have minds like humans did. I younggayboy registered a stage young name young and got young a younggayboy job young assisting young a gay stage magician, but eventually I became the young star attraction, gaining young control over people's minds and such. Sometimes, if young money was tight and I didn't make enough at young the box office, I'd gay make the entire audience empty their wallets and purses younggayboy onto the stage. The job paid younggayboy the bills , sure enough, and the audience's young "donations" couldn't young be taken by younggayboy the IRS because they weren't on any of young the books. I hoarded all boy the money I didn't use, and that's the only thing that's saved my fiscal butt on several occasions. A few days ago, your high school called welcome me up and told me that they'd pay me to do young a show for the school, but when I got here, they had replaced me with boy somebody cheaper."
 "Yes, but you, and others, will welcome help me young take my younggayboy revenge."
 (I am young called Xavier young the Great, and I can help you young.) the voice young said. Suddenly, Candace found strength she didn't know she had. She young managed to get to her feet and, wobbling the entire way, leave the gym. As soon young as she was out, she was scooped into the arms of a young man, who carried her weakened body away. She didn't know she'd fallen asleep until younggayboy she woke up, feeling very stiff. A hand lifted young her head, and warm liquid flowed into her mouth younggayboy. She younggayboy drank thirstily. Slowly, but steadily, she began to feel better . After maybe an hour, she felt more human than young wood, so she tried out her limbs. Well young, they weren't back to normal young, but boy she felt good young enough to try to stand up younggayboy. She hadn't noticed the young light blanket until it slipped from her shoulder young. She glanced young around, but found no one. Most young of her clothes lay in a young pile in the corner, but young the panties remained on her younggayboy hips. This young, at least, made her feel that her benefactor, whether welcome real young or imagined, was at least trustworthy enough not to try to rape her while she slept. Strangely, she younggayboy found she really didn't young want to re-don the cheerleading outfit. She found a white shirt and young some drawstring pants in younggayboy the young closet. She had to roll them up so she wouldn't end up walking boy the excess length off, but she got them on young. The shirt was a short-sleeve, button-up shirt with no collar. She put her own shoes and socks on, and as she looked at herself in the mirror, she felt very sexy. She'd boy never young dared wear sexy clothes before, except for her young cheerleader outfit, which she'd never dared younggayboy wear in front of gay her Fundamentalist mother young. For young her young mother, she'd worn the wind pants and jacket that the cheerleaders wore on cold young days, and was eternally grateful that all of the games went on young while her mother young was at work, and her mother only took Sundays off. Even better young, her mother thought that television and things of that nature were young evil, and younggayboy so would never have anyone record the game for her. Candace was very much the rebel, who young wanted a normal life, away young from her everybody's-going-to-hell-unless-they-suffer-through-their-whole-damn-life mother. She was going boy to have that crazy woman committed as soon as she young could do so young without being put in foster care.
 "For the same reason younggayboy you'll soon be doing it young, Candy younggayboy."
 Daphne young Willis glared at the intruder...wait, that was Kat Nelson. Why was she showing gay up for class ten minutes late and grinning young like an idiot? Even stranger younggayboy, she wasn young't wearing her usual young dreary black outfit with black nail polish and black lipstick young. She wasn younggayboy't wearing any young makeup young whatsoever, and she was wearing a white T-shirt, blue young jeans and blue sneakers. No bra. The look on young her face said she young was either high or severely oversexed young, or maybe both welcome. She walked in, tossed young her books down to the side of her desk young, and boy sat down young. The teacher had welcome the person at the welcome front young of the row pass younggayboy back a tardy sheet younggayboy for her, and she boy signed it young with a vibrating young pen (as if her handwriting wasn't bad enough ), then passed younggayboy it back. The teacher then handed young her a younggayboy test paper. Once young she was on the welcome task, her concentration seemed unlimited, as though she were in a trance of some kind. She was through gay in ten minutes. She took the paper right up to the teacher and laid it down on her desk.
 "Oh . Get out of my way young you stupid little shit." "Hey, nice dress. I used young to have one young just gay like it...last year. Hahaha." "Ugh boy, can you believe her? Her butt is just so young big. It's just like...out there, I mean...ugh. Gross. Those guys young only talk to her because she looks like a young total slut, ok , and her breasts young--you young can, like, totally see young the crinkles young from the wadded-up young toilet paper she has younggayboy in that bra young." "Don't you know pink young was out three months ago? Get gay a credit card you sub-poverty line bitch." "What's the matter, can younggayboy't shave your legs young because you need the young stubble to hold up young your tube socks?" For the remainder of the young class the abuse continued. The bell rang gay, and the images stopped. She gathered her things and handed her half-finished, tear-stained paper to the teacher, then left. She went into the young office and filched younggayboy some young notebook paper, then wrote young out young notes of apology gay to young each of young the people she'd hurt young. Half of them she didn young't young know, but welcome the voice younggayboy that had sent young the visions to her young supplied the names. She sealed younggayboy them young with tape and younggayboy asked the office young aides to deliver them. After younggayboy that, she sought out Kat.
 "The same way you got a glimpse of your true self." Kat young replied.
 "No." Daphne young replied. "Where did that voice come from young?"
 "Thanks." Daphne said young, smiling younggayboy. Master younggayboy had wanted one girl from each group, and Jasmine would make a fine addition to younggayboy the harem, so she made every effort to get to know her future co-worker young. Jasmine young was the youngest of younggayboy seven kids, and the only young girl, so she grew up with more masculine tastes than Daphne had liked before being reprogrammed by young her Master. What young she had once younggayboy called a "tomboy ." "Hey younggayboy, Jasmine, would young you boy like to meet a new friend of mine after young school?"
 "Is he that guy young who younggayboy parks the RV in front of the school every day?" Jasmine asked.
 "Cool. I'd really like to meet young him."
 (You've done well for me, Daphne.) Master said in her head.
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