Gary opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom. Sandra and Jack, standing in the middle of the motel room doing their best not to touch anything, turned toward him. Their jaws dropped.
"Yeah, I finally changed," said Gary.
"We noticed," Sandra finally said. "What'd you touch?"
"Nothing!" exclaimed Gary, a little too fast. "I mean, unless you count the toilet or the --" He suddenly remembered. "No, wait, when I checked in, there was a romance novel sitting on the front desk. I look like the guy on the cover of the book the desk clerk was reading!"
"Why'd you touch her book?" asked Jack.
"I didn't!" protested Gary. "It must be that -- that it's not just what we touch, but we can also be changed solely by other people's thoughts."
The three of them let that sink in for a minute, and then Sandra asked, "So not only can we not touch anything, we also can't let anybody else see us? This is gonna be a great life."
"Well," said Gary, "until we can find someone who can help us, at least, I guess we're just going to have to resign ourselves to changing every so often."
Jack sighed.
By general acclimation, the three of them decided it was bedtime, and they were at least going to have to touch the beds. Gary unfolded the sofa bed -- almost ripping it from its hinges due to his unaccustomed strength -- and Sandra briefly grumbled about having to wear her heels while she slept. Eventually, they all got situated, and there were no further changes up to the point where Jack turned off the lamp on the nightstand.
Within 10 minutes, in the near-pitch black of the motel room, Gary felt a presence in his bed. He felt warm breath on the side of his face, and then heard a female voice whisper in his ear. "I don't know if it's because of my change or yours or maybe both, but I'm feeling hornier than I have in a long time. I want you, Gary."