Marching ever forward

"My dear," Billy chuckled as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed over each other. "You can stop denying it."
The girl shook her head violently. "Its not that - I'm not - I don't -" She wasn't gay, right. That was out of the question. It wasn't possible, even, because here she was, feeling - well, something - as Billy had magically forced her on her knees.
The boy raised a brow, reading her thoughts. "Its not me you're into. And you know it." With that, he stepped closer, bended through his knees to look into the girls eyes, and as his eyes started to glow blue, he planted a vision in her mind.

With her, right there on the ground. On her knees. But it wasn't Billy anymore, who was standing in front of her.
It was Agatha.