We wound up in my house within my bedroom. She looked at me in total fear and appeared she wanted to cry.
I wished her mouth would return to how it should be, and it was back. She looked ready to scream some more, but sat down and recoiled before me. She was still nude and trying to hide it from me. Her hair was thick, curly, red, and reached past her butt. Her breasts to my best guess were D's or DD's. I could not see much else for now.
I sat on my bed and spoke, "Hi. My name is James McCoy. Sorry about your mouth and clothes."
She sat there staring, "Can you return my clothes?"
I smiled and wished in my mind to return her clothes as so she would not hear me. Instantly, a red tank top and black skirt appeared on her.. After her clothes reappeared her whole mood seemed to shift.
She stood up, stretched a bit, and said, “I’m Samantha. Interesting trick you pulled just now. Why did you make my mouth vanish before?”
I replied, “it was a mistake. I am truly sorry about it.”
“Sure you are, you fixed my mouth sooner than giving my clothes back. Had a good look at me, huh?”
I was stiff from seeing her, but I had hurt her enough already, “yeah, a bit.” I turned away from her not sure what to make of her.
Though, I could not see it she was smiling.