Charlize was completely sucked into the image of the girl in the mirror. Everything about her seemed virginal and delicate. From her dark blue eyes, to the blue barrette pinning her curls back, this was the image of pure femininity. She watched as the
girl put her hand over her pouting lips in shock. Wait, that was him in the mirror! Or her?
"This is too weird!"
She turned away from the mirror, away from the girl. She would do a psychic scan to figure out who was behind this. She began a wide scan of the first 100 miles. A cute look of concentration came on her features as she began to pick up the random thoughts
of passerbys, enemies and friends.
But something was very different. Instead of the random images and thoughts she was used to, all that came through was concentrated images of sex. As she continued to scan, she felt a slight dampness within. Somehow all she was picking up were everyone's
sexual fantasies. And the process was making her more and more aroused.
The torrent of images continued and without realizing it, the tiny blond began idly stroking the outline of her pussy through the white lace panties she had on.
Power princess watched and laughed. She had concentarted Charlize's telepathy so all she could pick up were sexual fantasies. That combined with the girl's highly tuned libido would drive her up the wall in no time.