"What else can that ring do?" he asked me.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked back.
"Oh, I don't know," he said. "It just seems like something that you
could have a lot of fun with."
I nodded. "I'm sure it is. But I'd be concerned about going too far
with it," I confessed.
"Do you trust yourself?" he asked.
"I guess so," I said.
"Then so long as you keep it to yourself and always trust yourself not
to do something you won't regret, what do you have to worry about?" he
asked.
"Hopefully nothing," I said. "Now I think it's time to change back."
"Aw," he protested.
"Like you said, I'm in charge of the ring," I replied. "So I'm going
to call this shot."
He stood up and admired his body. "Well it was fun while it lasted,"
he said.
"Maybe it can happen again," I said.
"So you had fun?" he asked.
I nodded. "I guess maybe I should be embarrassed about that, but I'm
not," I answered. "But I wonder how much of that was because it was
your fantasy."
"Hopefully we can find out some other time," he said.
I made a wish for us both to change back to our original bodies. Even
though I had enjoyed the encounter, I was glad to be back in my own
body. I wished for the clothes that Cassandra wore when I made my
first wish to reappear. I also wished for my clothes to be complete
again.
"So what are you going to do now," the once-again female Cassandra
asked as she put her clothes back on.
"I have some unfinished business with that friend of yours," I said.
"Which friend?" she asked, confused. "Oh, wait a minute, do you mean
Carrie?"
"Is she the brunette you talked to on the street?" I asked.
"Yea, that's her," she answered.
I said, "Yea, I did the same thing to her that I did to you. I
thought I was being clever, I guess."
"So how are you going to make it up to her?" Cassandra asked. "Let
her indulge her fantasy?"
"Well, that depends," I said. "What can you tell me about her?"
Cassandra smiled deviously.