For a sed, he siders just going along with Skyr’s narrative. The uy robably right after all. What was the ce that Ms. Kenner was waiting for him ba her ? She might have been caustid abrasive, but she was still just a substitute. The likelihood of her actually b to hold him to his detention retty damn lht? Except Thaddeus finds himself extrapoting into the future in that moment. He could take the risk, go to practice… and potentially end up with the angry woman stomping out onto the field and shouting at him in front of his Coad the eeam. The humiliation if such a thing happened would be overwhelming. In the end, wasn’t it better to just go to the detention? If Ms. Kenner wasn’t there, he could be back to practice before even five minutes had passed and everything would be fine. And if she was there, if she was such a fug hardass that she was actually intending on overseeing his detention, then at least Thaddeus would have avoided the embarrassment of having her e out onto the football field to get him. Of course, he knows immediately that trying to expin as much to Skyr isn’t going to go over well. Best not to even try. That’s why he gives the other man a hard pat on the shoulder and a thankful grin. “Hey man, I totally fot about that! Thanks for reminding me, I’d better head out!” The look on Skyr’s face is holy priceless, though Thaddeus doesn’t let himself ugh or anything like that. “Wha- wait! Bro, where are you going?! Seriously? What am I gonna tell Coach?” As he makes his way through the locker room doors, Thaddeus gnces bad gives Skyr a thumbs up. “Oh yeah! Let Coaow I got detention with the new sub, alright? If I’m not ba ten, then don’t expect me at practice today!” Skyr’s eyes damn near bulge out of his skull at that. “Bro you ’t-!” But Thaddeus is already gone, havihe locker room and Skyr’s voice behind him. He feels a little guilty for making Skyr the bearer of bad news here, but not too guilty. Truth be told, even if they’d bee friends sihey were little, Skyr’s whole… attitude had been rubbing Thaddeus the wrong way more and more in the past few months. The things he’d said about Ms. Kenner were a perfect example. Calling her a bitd a t. Sure, she was a bit of a hardass, and maybe it was unfair the way she’d treated him in css earlier, but that didn’t mean she deserved to be called such harsh names. Holy, it was Thaddeus’ fault for beio css in the first pce. He’d just gotten so used to being in a privileged position that he’d let things like that fall to the wayside. Even still, he’s not actually expeg the raven-haired woman to be waiting for him back at his home room. She was just a substitute teacher and knowing how much they got paid and that they were hourly with said hours ending the moment school let out, he couldn’t imagihat she would actually want to stay longer after school for no pay at all. He trudges across the length of the school anyways, fully intending to pop his head into what is likely to be ay , and then turn right back around ao football practice after all. All the while, his mind is still spinning from his versation with Professor Charles Xavier. The man had been one of a kind, that was for sure. And his offer was certainly an iing ohaddeus still didn’t know what to make of it. Of course, when he finally DOES poke his head into his home room, he knows what to make of Ms. Kenner’s presen there even less. She IS still there to his surprise, waiting for him with her arms crossed over her chest as she sits behind her desk. On seeing him peek in, her eyes narrow and Thaddeus ’t help but flush a little bit as he steps fully into the . “Ma’am.” “Mr. Cummings. You’re te.” Thaddeus ’t help but wi that. He doesn’t enjoy being addressed by his st name any more than his first, really. Unfortunately, his seiddle name isn’t much better. Thaddeus, his first middle name, really is the only remotely reasonable ure out of all four. Clearing his throat, he tries to give Ms. Kenner an apologetic smile. “Sorry ma’am, but I’m here now! Look, I feel like we got off on the wrong foot earlier. I was te to css, and I totally own that. But I wasn’t trying to lie to you. Chad might be the name on my birth certificate and my school records, but I really do go by Thad… or Thaddeus, if you prefer.” He gives her his best smile at that, trying to put every bit of his charisma into the sudden charm offensive. He even thinks he sees the slightest bit of a pinkish tio Ms. Kenner’s cheeks… before she scoffs and abruptly stands up, walking out from behind her desk. “I don’t know why you think I care, Mr. Cummings. I’m not here to be your friend, I am your teacher and your startling ck of respect is what nded you here today in this detention. Now, let’s begin.” Thaddeus winces again. In a way, her words were fair. But in ahey felt unbelievably unfair. Definitely harsh. But was that just his own biases ag up? He’d gohrough life without a care in the world. The handsome blond, blue-eyed football star. The High School Quarterback. He was everyone’s golden boy. So maybe… maybe Ms. Kenner wasn’t really being unfair, so much as bang out the scales a little bit? Either way, he just shrugs and does as he’s told. He hadn’t ever done a detention before, so he couldn’t really say what they were like. He’d seen some examples in modern media, of course. On television and the i. Sometimes you were supposed to write the same line about how you screwed up a thousand times on the chalkboard. Sometimes you were expected to just sit quietly and do your homework or something. her of those things happened with Ms. Kenner. Instead, the stunning substitute teacher had him doing menial bor. ing up around the came first, and then moving boxes came sed. Holy, the boxes were surprisingly heavy and if it weren’t for his growing enhanced physique, Thaddeus isn't sure even his base football star form would have been able to hahem without breaking a sweat. It was like they were filled with rocks or something. Ms. Kenner had him move all of the boxes out to her car... and then had him move some boxes baside. Thaddeus wasn’t sure if he was supposed to notice that some of the boxes were the same betweewo trips. Holy, he didn’t really mind all of the hard work. He’d tried to make some more small talk with the substitute teacher early on, but she’d shut that down in her usual harsh fashion, so eventually he’d given up. Instead, he spent most of the time thinking about Charles Xavier and his school. And also that woman who’d been with him. Ororo. She was… beauty inate. Even more beautiful than Ms. Kehaddeus could admit in the privacy of his own mind. Though it was a close toss-up, truth be told. Still, both Ororo and Ms. Kenner definitely made the girls Thaddeus HAD beeing with these past few months pale in parison. There were some hot, sexy young women at his school, don’t get him wrong… but none of them held a dle to the two beauties that Thaddeus had met today. Truth be told, he was half-tempted to take the Professor up on his offer just for the ce at getting closer to Ororo. He wao get to know her better. He wanted her to get to know HIM better. Of course, that was only one small factor in all of this. The firmation that Thaddeus was a mutant was a much bigger factor. Even more than that, Thaddeus had e to the attention of other mutants. He hadn’t thought to ask how the Professor even discovered him back during their meeting. In hindsight, that should have been the most important question on his mind. After all, if he didn’t take the psychic up on his offer, Thaddeus o know what gave him away. If only because it might let him hide his true nature a little while longer… With a grunt, Thaddeus finishes setting dow of the rge boxes in the closet, pulling bad pretending to wipe a hand across his brow. He’s not actually winded, but he’s gotten good at pretending to be winded retly. He begins to turn, intending to ask Ms. Kenner what she might want from him , but before he , her voice cuts in, suddenly silky soft and utterly smooth. “It doesn’t feel good, does it?” Blinking, Thaddeus looks back at the beautiful substitute teacher. Ms. Keands there, same as before, dressed in her white blouse and bck pencil skirt. “Uh… what?” Her eyes fsh as she gives him a smirk. “It doesn’t feel good to be discriminated against, does it Thaddeus? Especially not for something outside of your trol like a stupid, silly name.” His mouth opens and then closes. He’s pletely thrown by the sudden oy the substitute has pulled on him. Why is she suddenly using his offered name instead of ‘Mr. Cummings’? Why does she sound so… uanding, all of the sudden? “You expect more of this going forward, of course.” Thaddeus’ eyes widen at that. Was she threatening him? Was she deg she was going to make his life a living hell so long as she was a substitute here? Truth be told, he didn’t know how to respond to a decration like that. Of course, just as he’s getting all caught up in it, she tinues on and crifies what she means… while also pletely blowing his mind. “When they find out what you truly are… when they discover that you’re a mutant, they’ll treat you just like this if not worse. It won’t matter that they were your friends, your teachers, your unity. In the span of a moment, you’ll bee Other to them.” He’s rendered speechless. She knows? Somehow, she knows he’s a mutant. Is she psychic too?! God he hopes not, if she was, she would have seen how often he’d been imagining her naked. Or Ororo naked. Or both of them ogether, covered in strawberries and whipped cream and… “I’m sure you think because of yood looks that you don’t have to worry about such a thing. After all, you don’t LOOK like a mutant, do you? But that won’t matter. They might hold you up as an example of ‘one of the good ones’. Might put you on a pedestal at first. Tokenize you. But eventually, the envy will begin to grow. You’ll be too good at the things they want to be good at. You’ll show them up at every turn, until they decide that you’re better off as their ehan their friend.” … Okay, no. She wasn’t a psychic. If she was, she definitely would have reacted by now to his thoughts. Instead, fog on what she was actually saying… it sounded like she was giving him the same pitch as Professor Xavier. Just… differently. Before he respond, Ms. Kenner suddenly smiles and lifts a hand. Thaddeus’ eyes go wide as he watches her skin seemingly flow away, being repced by blue flesh. The substitute teacher’s entire body ripples, and in mere moments Thaddeus is standing in front of an incredibly blue, incredibly naked woman. With e hair and yellow eyes, Ms. Kenner no longer looks like a beautiful raven-haired substitute teacher. Instead, she looks like a beautiful alien, her blue skin only making her more exotid her body to die for with its perfect proportions and curvaceous figure. Thaddeus only stare as she steps forward, pg her hand on his chest and walking him bato the wall. As his back thumps against said wall, his heart is pounding in his chest. “I’m not Ms. Kenner, obviously. That’s an alias. My name… is Mystique. And I know the versation you had with Charles, young Thaddeus. I know he wants to recruit you to his little school. However, it’s only right that you know ALL of the optio before you. After all, Charles hasn’t told you everything. He hasn’t given you the big picture.” Blinking rapidly, trying very hard to focus on her words and not on her naked figure mere inches from him, Thaddeus only swallow thickly as his cock begins to reach the limits of his pants, starting to strain against its fio his mortifiystique notices this. Her eyes gnce down to his growing bulge… and instead of disgust, she gives him a lecherous grin. “I would be more than happy to EARN the ce to have you hear me out, Thaddeus.” He could hardly believe his ears. “W-What?” Far from the incredibly rude and standoffish act she’d pyed as Ms. Kenner, Mystique seems to be quite open, even kind. She lets out a tittering ugh… and suddenly reaches down with her other hand, rubbing along his bulge. “You’re a growing young d, aren’t you? It wouldn’t be fair to show you the goods without letting you enjoy them.” … She didn’t know what his mutant ability was, did she? He’s not sure how he makes that jump in logic, but the momehinks about it, he’s sure he’s right. Uhe Professor, Mystique doesn’t have psychic abilities and doesn’t know his mutation is reted to sex. A, she’s propositioning him anyways? “Of course, if you find this form objeable… it doesn’t have to be sex with me.” In an instant, Mystique has transformed into Ororo, except haddeus’ eyes widen as the blue-skinned shapeshifter grows an in height, being dark-skinned with white hair as she gives him a lecherous grin with Ororo’s face. Then, just as quickly, she shifts bato her base form. “Or perhaps someone a bit more… well-known.” Just as abruptly as before, Mystique transforms again. This time, she takes a sed longer, running her hands up and down her naked, pale body to give Thaddeus a ce tnize her. Uh Ororo, she doesn’t grow i but instead shrinks a few inches, f Thaddeus to look down into the face of one Alison Bire… aka the Dazzler. She was the popstar to end all popstars. Even Thaddeus owned a couple of her albums, though they’d been gifts from a couple of the girls he’d fucked over the st several months, rather than purchases of his own. Alison Bire was a good sihough, and her shows were top notch. More than that though? The blonde was simply geous, absolutely breathtaking in her nudity. Though, that could have just been Mystique… amplifying their bodies. “Well, Thaddeus? What will it be?” His mouth is unbelievably dry as Mystique grins at him knowingly for a moment longer with the popstar’s face, before shifting bato her blue form and awaiting his choice. Truth be told, he already knows what he’s going to say. There’s only oion, in a situation like this.