"Caterina." Sam said with an Italian inflection.
"Just Caterina? She doesn't have a last name? She just goes by one name? Come on Sam you have to do better than this." I said shaking my head. This seemed to frustrate Sam as she took a second to catch her thoughts.
"Of course not." Sam said taking on a much sweeter demeanor. "Her name is Caterina Bianchi, and she is an Italian astronaut." Sam nodded agreeing with her own words. "Pete she is a freaking amazing woman. The absolute definition of intelligence, beauty, and grace. I mean when I think of Italian women I think dark curly hair, olive skin tone, striking facial features, and a healthy graceful build. She has all of that and she's a FREAKING ASTRONAUT!" Sam said nerding out over the made up woman.
I was a bit surprised by Sam's creativity, but I was also distracted by the image of a beautiful Italian woman Sam had just painted in my head. It was no secret that I enjoyed women from around the globe, and Mediterranean women were some of my favorite. I could feel my focus begin to slip as Sam rambled on. "Pete you got to control this.... Damn it don't day dream.... Come on turn this back on her.... Don't let her take control.... Turn this around on her...." My inner monologue raged. I remembered when I accidently inflated Sam's muscles and I didn't want her to turn the tables on me.
"Sam." I interrupted her. "Could you turn and face the mirror?" Sam looked annoyed and confused, but followed my instructions. I stood behind her placing my hands on the sides of her waist. Leaning forward I began to whisper into Sam's ear. "Now be a good girl and tell me again about Caterina." I instructed as I felt a mixture of lust and excitement coursing through my body.
"Um..." Sam's cockiness had been replaced by a nervousness that hadn't shown itself since I had shrunk the jock down to a waif of a woman hours ago. "She has been to the space..." Sam stopped as I shook my head no. "Describe her to me Sam. What does she look like?" My grip on her waist tightened. "Start with the hair Sam. Describe it."
I locked eyes with Sam in the mirror. She looked terrified at what I might do. "Um.... She has curly hair...." Sam said meekly. "More. Tell me more." I said in a demanding tone. "Um... it's dark... and full... with lots of curls.... big natural curls.... she could do shampoo commercials... it's only shoulder length because of the how thick and curly it is... but not in a nerdy way...." I felt almost high from the rush I was experiencing now as I turned the tables on her.
My eyes focused on Sam's plain brown hair as she nervously waited for me to say anything. I could see it begin to change color. Her brown hair darkening until it was jet black. Her now jet black hair began to look thicker as it grew longer past her shoulders. Sam nervously watched on as her long jet black hair began to grow curlier pulling her hair up to the top of her shoulders. A look of terror could be seen in her big brown eyes, now that she was sporting the hair that she had just described.
"Can..... I....go get changed?" Sam asked nervously. My hands were still holding her waist tight preventing Sam from moving from in front of the mirror. "No. I want to know more about Caterina." I said still riding my high.