Bait and Switch Ch. 01

Author’s note: This story will consist of multiple chapters. Some chapters will contain subjects that some may find objectionable, such as incest, anal, and perhaps even violence. While this first chapter doesn’t contain any of these, you are here forewarned not to get into this series if these subjects bother/offend you. All characters are over eighteen, as I can’t abide kiddy-porn. If all this is suitable to your tastes, please enjoy my new series, Bait and Switch.

Also, please note that this chapter is long on story, and shorter on sex, but that is only because it is a first chapter. Subsequent chapters will be more balanced.
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Blue lights… A whirring sound… Something pokes my arm… Head is throbbing… I can’t feel my arm… Oh no, what have they done with my arm? A pink shadow bends over me.

Sweat soaked, I sit up in bed, terror filling my mind and thoughts. I quickly look at my right arm, and breathe a sigh of relief. It’s still there, though numb from having slept on it wrong.

I fall back onto my pillow, shocked at how cold the sweat feels as my head hits it. Flipping it over to the dry side, I notice the time. I have only an hour till my alarm goes off. Groaning, I roll over, hoping to get a little more sleep, before I have to get up, and get ready for classes.

I doubt I will though, as my head is pounding, and my arm is stiff and tingling.

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Buzzing fills my room, followed right after by robotic voices screaming, “Exterminate! Exterminate!” Moaning like the dead, I reach for my alarm clock to switch it off, only to find the switch is already in the off spot, the noise ending just before I reach it.

Sitting up, rubbing my eyes, I reach for the glass of water I left on my nightstand before going to bed last night, and try to wake my sleeping mind. For some reason I feel like I have just run a marathon, rather than had a long night’s sleep. I’m just glad the headache is gone, though my arm still seems a little stiff.

My door flies open, and I look up to see my roommate, Dennis, looking at me.

“Rise and shine, dork!” he calls, turning on my light. “I thought I told you to change that alarm sound. Your Doctor What is annoying in the morning.”

“I’m a geek!” I told him for what felt like the hundredth time. “And it’s Doctor Who, not What.”

“More like Doctor Whatever.”

Shaking my head at my roommate’s ignorance, I quickly get dressed, and head from my room. Reaching for the light, it flips off a moment before I hit the switch. Looking at it in confusion, my stomach rumbles, recalling me to breakfast.

“Have you been watching the news lately?” Dennis asks me as I pour my cereal into a bowl. I just give him a look, in response. He knows I can’t abide watching the news. “I just thought you might be interested in what’s been happening, you being such a dork and all.” Deciding it’s best to keep my mouth shut, I just pour my milk. “Seems there was some girl in India that started flying around town, like some sort of Superman, and a guy in Japan suddenly started on fire, but didn’t get burned.”

“Parlor tricks,” I mumble around a mouthful. For a moment I consider mentioning that there are plenty of female comic book characters that can also fly, but then remembering his level of ignorance, I just continue chewing.

“I dunno… The news seemed pretty interested in it. There are videos of the flying girl on Youtube.”

He continues to ramble on, but somehow I ignore him, until I leave for class.

Cold air buffets me as I trudge through the snow to my first college course today.

Something hits me in the back, but I ignore it, figuring it is just a snowball and used to this childish behavior by now. “What a nerd!” I hear Robbie Mortensen say a second later. I had hoped to get away from him after high school, but his father had somehow gotten him into the same expensive college I’d received a scholarship at, and so I was still being bullied by him.

“Leave him alone, Robbie,” Gina says right afterwards. She’s Robbie’s girlfriend, and one of the hottest girls on campus.

“Okay, I’ll weave the wittle ol’ nerd awone for you,” Robbie replied in baby talk. Why does Gina put up with such an idiot, I wonder, not for the first time.

Classes seem to drag on, and my mind seems to keep going fuzzy from lack of sleep. Finally, in my last class, I can’t seem to keep my eyes open, which is slightly odd, as Prof. Frankens’s class is usually one of my favorites. Not because of the subject matter, math has always been an easy subject for me, but because of her. She stands just a little shorter than me, has beautiful big brown eyes that seem magnified by her large glasses. Her long dark brown hair is usually pulled back, and softly reflects the fluorescent lighting in the room. She has a small waist that usually gets overlooked because of her ample bosom. I am usually quite attentive in her class, but today, I struggle just to keep my eyes open, and on her, as she lectures us on a formula I’d mastered last night before going to bed.

If only the lights were off, so I could put my head down, and rest. For a moment, I imagine standing up and switching off the lights right by me, but they require a special key to switch.

I open my eyes as someone gasps, and notice that the room is dark, except where Prof. Frankens’s computer screen is on, and a couple other students have their cell phones out, playing instead of paying attention.

“Who turned out the lights?” the professor demanded, walking to her desk, and shuffling though a drawer. She must have found what she was looking for, as she marches down the aisle till she stands right next to me, slips the key into a notch, and lifts it, restoring the lights.

She glares down at me, as if I had been the one to turn off the lights. “Mr. Xavier, did you happen to see who turned off the lights?” I just shook my head, not having seen anyone do it, my own eyes having been closed at the time. She looks at me suspiciously for a moment, and then walks back down to her desk, dropping her key back in the drawer.

My mind is racing now. HAD I somehow turned off the lights? I couldn’t see how. But then I remembered this morning with the alarm clock, and my bedroom light. Both had been off before I hit them. And the light in class had gone off when I had thought about it. It was all likely a coincidence, but I had to try. I pictured the key moving in the switch, turning the light off… And froze, a grin splitting my face.

Prof. Frankens mutters to herself as she climbs the aisle, key in hand again, to turn the light back on. The class is loudly murmuring, but I ignore them as I consider what this means. Do I have super powers? Am I some kind of mutant? More importantly, what exactly is it that I can do? It has to be more than just turning off lights, because I’d done it to my alarm clock.

The lights came back on, startling me, and I remove the smile from my face a moment too late.

“Since you think this is so funny, Mr. Xavier, I want to see you in my office after class.” My fellow students “ooh” like this was junior high, but I ignore them. Part of me is elated at my new discovery, but another is horrified that I am in trouble now. Looking around class, I see a number of students glancing at me furtively, unsure themselves if I had really done the deed. None of the stares really bothers me, till I see Gina giving me a disappointed look.

The professor gets back in front of the class, and continues her lecture, watching me like a hawk. I want to experiment, but know better than to mess with the lights again. Maybe it is telekinesis, I wonder, and start trying to lift my pencil off my desk with only my mind.

Nothing happens.

I try moving it side to side, but again, it sits motionless. Maybe it only works on electronics, I wonder next. Looking around for someone with their cell phone out, I’m disappointed to see none. I don’t dare pull my own out, with Prof. Frankens watching me so closely, and it seems the rest of the class feels the same way. The professor’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. Frankens’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 Xavier,” 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 Frankens, 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.