Luke averted his eyes as his computer monitor, again, discharged a giant flash of light into the room. By the time he looked up, the sparkles were flying furiously around. The ground under the bed rose; it was now a couple of feet above the room, with steps leading up to it. Near the bed, a brass pole seemed to grow out of the ground, attaching itself to the ceiling.
That appeared to be the extent of the room transformations. Luke held his breath as the swirling tornado of sparkles in the center of the room slowed down to reveal a figure.
It was Sonya -- but then again, it wasn't. She was about Melissa's height, and she seemed to have Kristi's well-endowed figure. Her face was mostly Sonya's, although her lips appeared almost twice as big, and she was wearing plenty of dark makeup. She was in the Gothic version of a skimpy cheerleader outfit, almost as if Sonya and Kristi's costumes had been combined -- the halter top and skirt were black vinyl, and her high-heeled boots were knee-high, with silver buckles on them. Her black hair had a few pink streaks running through it, and was pulled into waist-length pigtails.
She looked a bit stunned for a second, then asked Luke, "Are you ready to go?"
"Huh?" was Luke's response.
"Back to bed," said the girl, who Luke had finally figured out was supposed to be a combination of the fantasy versions of Sonya, Kristi, and Melissa that had entered his brain. He wondered what her name was.
"Come on," she said. She reached out -- Luke noticed her long, black fingernails -- and took the box Luke was holding. "I've been wanting to try these out since you opened them yesterday morning."
"What, the condoms?"
"Yeah, they're supposed to be special." Her dark red lips pursed into a pout, and she grabbed Luke's wrist to try to get him to his feet. "Come on! You know I love being with you and Christmas, but sometimes I just want to have you all to myself. So while she's at the mall --"
Luke stayed put in the chair. "Wait, so Christmas and you are both my girlfriends?"
Sort-of Sonya narrowed her eyes. "Are you feeling okay? I mean, we're not your boyfriends. What else would we be?"
"This has been a weird 12 hours," sighed Luke.
"Yeah, the holidays are kinda stressful. Tell you what -- I'll relieve some of that stress for you first, and then we still should have time to fuck before Christmas gets back from the mall." With that, she slid down to her knees and reached for Luke's pants.