Our second encounter with each other was just as intense as the first. I was on top the entire time and I rode his cock as if it was a bucking bronco. But it was time to proceed with the plan that was still taking shape in my mind. I did need supporters for my vision of a new world. I knew where to start. Something in my mind troubled me about my idea. Did I have the right to create some new world? I decided that I did, because I had the ring. This ring had obviously enormous power. Surely it was given to me for good reason. I don't know who that old lady was, or why she had such a ring, but she couldn't have given it to me just because I'd done a random act of kindness. There had to be another reason. So I felt that I had been chosen, and that it must be because I wouldn't abuse the ring's power.
I wanted to change a lot about the world. The first thing I wanted to change was clothing. I wanted to make it...simpler. I would start with the two of us. I had a vision of a world that was somewhat mythical, where what would be considered normal didn't really have a place. I'd already started along those lines with the choice of our names. I walked over to the mirror and I looked at myself. Again I couldn't help but admire the body I possessed. It was the body of a goddess. As far as I was concerned, it deserved to be seen by all, in its full glory. I didn't want to cover it at all. I wanted to be unclothed all the time. So I wished that I could be naked all the time and that everyone would regard it as perfectly normal and natural, and that I could not get into any trouble for it. I didn't even want to wear shoes, so I wished that I could go barefoot all the time and that my feet would not get hurt by stepping on anything that might otherwise do so.
Now that I'd settled on my "attire," it was time to pick Bozantum's. As far as I was concerned, his body was so perfectly sculpted that it deserved to be seen by all as well. Well, all except for one part. I was the only one who should be allowed to view his impressive cock. Therefore I decided that the best garment for him would be a simple loincloth. I made a wish and it appeared in my hands. "Let me put this on you," I said to him. For whatever reason, he didn't question how I'd been able to produce the loincloth. He just accepted my assertion that I had power.
The loincloth wrapped around his body perfectly, as if it was meant to be worn by only him. It had slits around the hips so that patches of bare skin could be seen. However it still managed to perfectly hide his cock. I was afraid it might be too short for such an impressive piece of maleness, but it also fit perfectly. I tied the cloth off on his left side. I liked the fact that it could be removed with such ease. That would be important later on. I took a step back and admired his appearance. "Are you uncomfortable at all?" I asked.
"No," he said. "It feels just fine," he added with a sly smile.
"Good," I said. "That is very important to me, after all, so it must feel right at all times."
"One question, though, my goddess," he said. "Is it not forbidden to be seen in such a state of undress as we are?"
"For some people it would be, my dear Bozantum," I said. "But for us who are important, we are able to ignore such trivial matters." I made sure at that moment to wish that it Bozantum could appear in public in only the loincloth and everyone else would consider it normal. I also made the same wish regarding his feet as I had for myself. I thought about having him wear sandals, but what was really the point of that?
"Where shall we find our council, my goddess?" he asked.
"I will show you," I said. "Let us depart."
We walked downstairs and then proceeded out the front door. We walked down the steps to the sidewalk. I looked over my shoulder at my house. I had no intention of ever returning to it. We began our short journey to our intended destination. We were going to the house of George Johnson, who was Joe's best friend for practically their whole lives. I realized at that moment that I thought of George as Joe's friend, but not my friend. With every passing moment, Joe grew increasingly irrelevant. Only Chrystalia mattered now. I smiled at that thought. That was just fine with me.
As we headed to George's house, I began to notice people turning their heads and looking at us. But that was it. There were no exclamations of outrage or gasps of offended onlookers. However, I sensed that Bozantum was still nervous. "What is wrong, my dear Bozantum?" I asked.
"I feel awkward, my goddess," he admitted. "So many people are looking at us."
"As they should," I said nonplussed. "We are two extraordinary looking people and they can't help but admire us."
"I understand that, my goddess," he said. "But something feels...wrong."
"I think I can put your mind at ease," I said. Several feet ahead of us I spotted a police officer writing out a ticket for an illegally parked car. Cheerily I walked up to the officer. "Excuse me, officer," I said with an extremely upbeat tone, "Sorry to trouble you, but may I ask you a question?"
The police officer, who was a middle-aged male, turned around to look at us. He did a double-take upon seeing me and when his eyes spotted Bozantum, his eyes couldn't help but dart back and forth between us. "Uh...what can I d-do for y-you?" he stammered.
"My companion is a little worried," I explained. "He just wants to make sure that there is nothing wrong with the way that we are dressed."
The police officer's eyes again darted back and forth between us. I glanced at Bozantum, who still appeared nervous. "Well, nothing that I c-can see," the police officer answered.
"Nothing at all?" I asked again as I ran my hands over the sides of my body.
"N-no," he stammered again.
"So the fact that I am unclothed is not a problem? You won't arrest me?" I asked.
The police officer looked confused. "W-well normally, I would have to, yes. But...not in your case. I..." His voice tailed off. He appeared to search for the reason why he couldn't arrest me for being naked. "I just know that there's nothing wrong with you being..." He swallowed hard. "...Naked," he finished.
"And my companion here is OK as well?" I asked.
"More than OK," the police officer said. "Heck, I'd love to have that body. But I just don't have the drive to go to the gym."
Bozantum looked both relieved and pleased. The compliment about his physique was all he needed to hear. "I appreciate your time, officer," I said. "Sorry to distract you."
"Oh, no trouble at all, miss," he said. "You fine folks have a good night."
With that he returned to writing his ticket and we continued on our way. Once we were out of earshot of the police officer, I said to Bozantum, "I told you to trust in me, my dear Bozantum."
"You are right, my goddess," he said. "I am so sorry for having doubted you."
"That is alright," I said. "You can make it up to me later," I added with a wink.
About fifteen minutes later we arrived at George's house. I had a feeling that he and his family would be in the middle of eating dinner right now. But I didn't care. I could interrupt if I wanted to. The ring would help me break down any resistance. I walked up to his front door and rang the doorbell.