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"Unbutton your uniform." she commands. Her voice pulses in my head in an overpowering, rhythmic beat.
My hands find the topmost button of my uniform, just below my collarbone. 'Strange... Why do I feel compelled to obey?' while I was pondering on that question, my hands are already on the third button.
I can't move my eyes, they're set to look at the girl in front of me, the girl who has been issuing me commands that pulse in my mind.
As for what she looks like, she has black hair tied into a neck-length ponytail. Her eyes round and black, shielded by big round glasses. The shape of her face is roundish too. And her height? I'd say 5'3.
'She's cute... But that doesn't explain why I'm in her room, why I can't refuse her commands, and why I'm stripping right in front of her.'
Nothing about her is threatening, dominating, nor commanding. I'm certain I can beat her in a fight.
I feel like I know her, but my mind feels clouded. I can't think straight.
Shift
My hands return to my sides, having unfastened the last button of my uniform.
"!?!?" the girl's eyes blew wide. "You're not wearing anything underneath!? No tank top!?" she asked, her cheeks flushed red, but her eyes held unbridled excitement.
"I don't like wearing a second layer... I sweat easily..." the explanation came out before I could process it.
"Fuck..." the girl bit her lips. "Take it off..." she stares at the slim window of my uniform, teasing my collarbone down to just before my hip line.
'Take what off..? Oh, she must mean my uniform...' with that thought, my body moves to take off my uniform. Pulling the two sides apart and sliding them down my arms. Finally, they dropped to the floor, forming a white wall of clothes at the heels of my feet.
With my bare chest in front of her, the girl went wide eyed, the corners of her lips shooting up to form a wide, perverted smile. "Ahh! There it is! A boy's chest! No, no. Not just any ordinary boy, but a tomgirl!" she announces.
Her hands reach out to me, judging by the angle, she's aiming for my breasts.
Halt
Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks. She slowly looks up to meet my eyes.
"I know you're hypnotized... but it is okay if I touch your chest?" she asks. Not a command, but a request asking for my permission, my consent.
'Hypnotized...? Me? When was I hypnotized? By her?' several question pop up in my head that I want answered, but there is one singular thought that persists. 'Do I want to be touched...? I...' the question drowns out everything else, taking up everything in my mind, as if it's the most important thing in the world.
"... Sure..."
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Earlier that day, 6:58 AM.
Consolacion Highschool - 3rd floor.
My black leather shoes thud against the polished concrete floor as I bolt down the hall of classrooms, desperate not to be late again.
"And today is one of those days!" I grab the handle of the classroom door and swing it wide open. "I'm not late this time!" I announce.
Suddenly, all heads in the room turn to me. All of which were definitely unfamiliar. "Uhhh who are you?" a male teacher asked, standing beside a familiar lime green desk.
My confident smile slowly shattered. "Wait- You're not Mrs. Ignacio..." I take a step back outside and look at the room number. 'This is definitely the right room...'
"Ah, you're one of Mrs. Ignacio's students. Did you not see the announcement in your class gc (group chat)? We switched rooms earlier because your teacher needed a working TV for her lesson. They're in room 312 right now." says the male teacher.
I slip my left arm through my backpack's strap and swing it around to face me. I dig into my bag and take out my phone to check the class gc.
["Moving to room 312. TV isn't working in our room."] Sent on 6:38 AM.
My face went paled at this newfound realization. "... Fuck..."
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I very slowly opened the back door of room 312 and quietly crawled inside, hoping the teacher won't notice.
I peak through the gaps of the chairs and see that the middle-aged Mrs. Ignacio has her back turned and facing the mounted TV.
'Perfect! She'll never find out!' a grin stretched across my face at the thought of not getting caught being late. 'Just gotta crawl to my seat in the back row...' I continued my quiet crawl to the 2nd chair from the window.
Sigh
"Just sit down, Sanchez." a tired, mature feminine voice called out from the front of the room. The voice belonging to none other Mrs. Ignacio.
'Oof. Caught again...' with my sneak mission foiled, I rise to my feet and bow my head slightly. "Sorry po, ma'am."1"po" or "opo" is a word Filipinos add to their sentences as a way of showing respect to elders, superiors, or in this case teachers. I say with a cheeky smile.
"Ha... You don't live that far, so I don't understand how you're always late..." a defeated sigh escaped her lips.
"Ma'am, I'm technically never late since there's a 10 minute grace period!" I retort.
And in the next second, a whiteboard eraser came flying for where my head was a second ago. "Nice shot, ma'am." I give a double thumbs up, genuinely impressed by my teacher's marksmanship.
Still in the throwing posture, Mrs. Ignacio's face contorted in anger. "Just sit down already, Sanchez!" she yelled.
I then finally take my seat on the chair one away from the window.
'I can't really find it in me to be motivated for school since I was a college student in my past life.'
Oh, right. I forgot to mention, but I'm a reincarnator. Yes, yes. Shocker I know.
In my past life, I lived in a world where men are the protectors and were often the breadwinners of the family. They're born with an innate physical advantage over women who usually took on nurturing roles and stayed at home.
But in this world, it's the opposite. Women are the stronger sex and take on protective roles and earn money for the family while men took the nurturing roles and wait at home for their partners to return.
And that includes which one is the fairer sex and chased after. In my old world, it was women. But in here, men are the ones courted by women.
So ever since I came into this world as an infant, I was already treated differently. My parents were more careful with me, which was nice, but also annoying sometimes.
And yeah it was a huge pain having to start from age 0 when I was 21 in my past life. I tried my best to act my age and limit the use of my knowledge. All so I don't get mistaken for being a genius.
Now I'm 19 and in Senior Highschool grade 12. In less than a year, I'll be entering college again.
And as for my love life? It's non-existent. Oh, and it's not that I'm unpopular. I'm quite well-known. I just have a "peculiar" reputation.
"I swear... you're more girly than some girls..." a meek voice called out from my side. I turn to my left and see my window seat classmate, Rheyna Ortega.2Pronounce Rheyna like "Rey-nah" but hold the h sound.
"Good morning, Rheyna." I greeted her with a cheeky smile and a wave.
Flinch
Rheyna's eyes widened before she quickly turned away to face the window. "Good morning, Mark..."
'? What's up with her today..? Rheyna was always shy, but this is the first time she reacted like that.'
'But girly, huh? I've been called that hundreds of times before.'
Ever since I could walk, I acted like I did in my old world. I wasn't shy, reserved, nor submissive. I was bold and outspoken. I played physical games like tag and 'patintero.'3A traditional children's game in the Philippines. Runners must pass through or juke the taggers who can only move move side to side or up and down on a line.
I didn't mind getting rough and dirty. I preferred that than playing house with the other boys my age. And the neighborhood girls accepted me with time. I was "one of the girls."
Fortunately my parents accepted my oddities. Would've been a huge pain in the ass if they forced me to act "boyish" and shit.
Tap Tap
'?' I suddenly felt someone tap my shoulder.
"Hey, Mark, could you... come with me after class? I have something to tell you..." Rheyna says, her cheeks lightly red.
'Is she... going to confess to me?' I wondered. I've been confessed to several times before, but they were all either random girls or I just didn't vibe with them, so I rejected them all so far.
Since we sit next to each other, I know quite a bit of Rheyna from small interactions, pair works, and a couple group projects together. 'She seems to be a good girl who won't try to control me, so if she confesses, then I'll say yes. It's about time I got a girlfriend anyways.'
"Sure. I'll come with you, Rheyna." I respond with a smile. Rheyna's nervous expression quickly shifted to an ecstatic smile. "Yes..!" she quietly cheered with a fist pump. "Heh..." a scoff escaped me, having witnessed her doing that right in front of me.
Rheyna then snapped to meet my eyes, having realized I'm still watching. "Um- ummm...!" her smile transformed into an embarrassed expression.
'Heh. She's funny.' I thought with a small smile on my lips.
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After classes ended, I got up and followed after Rheyna. We weaved through several crowds of students all heading home for the day. As for me, I kept following Rheyna down several halls, less and less people around with each passing.
Finally, she stopped and turned around to face me. The place she chose is the old, abandoned courtyard. 'Guards and teachers still check this place often, since it used to be a hotspot for students to vape in.'
Not that I need someone's help. Rheyna is the shy introvert type who likely has never lifted a dumbbell. Despite being born with an innate physical advantage, if she doesn't lift heavy thing and put it back down, then I can definitely overpower her.
Mama and papa allowed me to sign up for a gym at the local SM mall when I turned 18. Initially they were against allowing their son to enter a place filled with bulky women. But after I said I'll just work part time if they didn't allow me, they suddenly did a 180° and even paid for 6 months of my membership.4They definitely thought he was gonna do OnlyFans kekek
"Um, Mark..." Rheyna spoke out, taking me out of thought. "Yes? What did you wanna say, Rheyna?" I ask, though I have a feeling she's going to ask me out right here.
Shift
"?" I furrow my brows in confusion. Rheyna reached into her pocket and took out her phone. 'HyPhone? I've never seen that brand before. I've heard of MyPhone, but not HyPhone.'
"I want to show you something first, so, uh... Here!" Rheyna suddenly thrusts her phone screen to me.
The screen had this weird pink and white moving spiral on it. "? Rheyna, what's this......" before I could finish, I suddenly felt this strange sensation I've never felt before. No, it's safe to say I've never felt anything like it in either of my lives.
'Huh? Why do I suddenly feel... weak? No, it's different... It's almost as if...'
I'm losing control of my senses.
"......"
"D-Did it work?" I take a step closer and wave my hand over Mark's face. 'His eyes are... blank, empty. Like he's in a trance...'
Ping
My phone suddenly gave off notification sound. I turn it around and see that the screen has changed.
["Target has been successfully hypnotized. Target is now in a trance and will faithfully answer any of your questions or perform any action you command. To release the Target from hypnosis, please hold the Release button."] the pink prompt read.
"Ha... Hahah! It worked! It actually worked!" I couldn't help but jump and celebrate aloud. After all, I have a working hypnosis app on my phone! The hypnosis doujins I've read are now happening to me!
"But... What should I do? I just wanted to test it out. I didn't actually think it'd work..." my gaze drifts to the stationary Mark before me. My lips purse after receiving an idea. "Should I... bring him home? Mama and papa aren't coming home until 8 PM, so..."
Gulp
"I could do... whatever I want with the famous tomgirl..."
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