"Joe, can you change people with that?"
I tried as best I could to hide the nervous feeling that overcame me. I still didn't want to tell her that I'd made her clothes disappear and I had gotten an incredible look at all of her assets.
"I haven't tried," I lied, "But I can't think of any reason why I couldn't considering what we've seen so far."
She shuffled her position on the couch so that now she was facing me again. "Let's try it," she said. "Make my hair blonde."
For whatever reason I tried to protest. "Why? Your hair is fine the way it is."
She smacked me lightly on the leg and said, "Oh, come on. I just want to see if you can."
"OK," I said. "I wish your hair was blonde." She grabbed a handful of her hair and held it in front of her face. Just as it came into her view, she could see her brown colored tresses lightening into a sunshine blonde color. In a matter of seconds her hair was completely changed.
"Wow," she whispered. It seemed that there was no end to her fascination with this power. I silently wished for her hair to change back. When she noticed her hair was darkening again, she whined, "Hey! I wasn't done admiring it yet!"
I grinned, "I know. That's why it's funny."
"For you, maybe," she pouted. "How do I know what wishes you can make in your mind?" She inched closer to me, squinted her eyes and teased, "How do I know you can be trusted?"
At this point I was extremely tempted to wish her clothes off again. But it also seemed that it might not be necessary. I craned my neck closer to her and whispered, "I guess you can't."
"No, I suppose not," she said seductively, leaning in further. That was all the cue I needed. I followed her lead and our lips met. She reached up and held my face in her hands, the softness of them enhancing the pleasure of the kiss. We must have kept the embrace for a good two or three minutes before she pulled away. "So long as I trust my own instincts," she said, finishing her thought.
I looked into her eyes and saw in them a glimmer I had never seen before. I couldn't think it was love, but it was at the very least passion and desire. I'm sure she saw the same thing in my eyes.
"Damn," she cursed. "Another awkward silence." Then a mischeivous smile spread over her face.
I reflected her expression and said, "What should we do about that?"
"Hmmm. I'm feeling too lazy to undress," she said. "So why don't you just wish our clothes off?"