...a surprisingly attractive man.
I say "surprisingly attractive" because if you looked at Stephen and then looked at Theresa, you'd never think they could be a couple. Stephen had a look of high class about him, but not in a snobbish way. He was about 6' with dark brown hair and good muscle tone. He didn't have bulging muscles like Bozantum, but you could tell he kept himself in shape. His clothes looked to be of a high quality. He had on a button down shirt that was neatly tucked into a pair of dress pants. He also wore black dress shoes.
Theresa was relatively average looking in comparison. She was about 5'6" or so. She had an average figure and average looks in general. She wasn't ugly but she wouldn't stand out as pretty either. She was someone who was just kind of there. She also didn't have nearly the same caliber of clothing. Put these two together and you just don't see how they could be a couple.
But that was why you didn't base things like that on outward appearances. A smile slowly spread on Stephen's face. "Theresa?" he asked.
"Stephen?" she asked back. They both smiled broadly and embraced each other. It was an obviously emotional moment for both of them. They just kept embracing each other for what seemed like several minutes. Finally they released each other. Theresa said, "These are my friends, Chrystalia and Bozantum," she said.
"Wow," said Stephen. "Those are pretty cool names." At least he didn't find them weird, I thought. "Come in, please, everyone," he said enthusiastically.
We all entered Stephen's house. His house was certainly the nicest one I'd been in today. I mean, it had nothing on the penthouse, but that wasn't really a house. He had nice hardwood floors and an open feel to his living room. There were couches on either parallel on 3 of the 4 walls and they all faced a fairly large open space in the middle of the room. It almost seemed like it was designed for having something performed in the middle of the room.
As we walked into the room, Theresa whispered to me, "He didn't notice you're naked."
"I know," I whispered back. "Only you will notice it right now."
"Oh," she said with an understanding nod.
Bozantum and I sat down on one couch. Theresa was about to sit next to me, but I gestured for her to sit on one of the other couches so that Stephen would hopefully sit next to her. She did sit on a different couch. As I hoped, Stephen sat next to each other. They spent a few seconds just smiling and staring at each other.
Stephen broke the silence and said, "Why did we wait so long to do this?"
Theresa briefly looked away and said, "You know why. It wasn't possible."
"But so what?" Stephen said. "You think we could never get past that fantasy and just be with each other?"
"I don't know," said Theresa. "I guess that's what I was afraid of."
Stephen turned his attention to me. "I don't mean to be rude, but why are you here? For moral support?"
"No," Theresa interjected before I could answer. "They're here because Chrystalia can..." Her voice tailed off and she swallowed hard. "Chrystalia can make our fantasy a reality."
Stephen looked back and forth at the two of us. I was afraid of what he was going to say. "Seriously?" he asked. "I mean...I know we only finally just met, but I know you enough to know you wouldn't joke about that," he said to Theresa.
"Seriously," she confirmed. "Chrystalia, do something to demonstrate, like you did for me."
"OK," I said. I figured I'd go for the easiest option. The couch that Bozantum and I occupied was white. I wished for it to turn red. Once it changed color a predictably stunned looked spread on Stephen's face. "See?"
"I see that," he said. "How did you do that?"
"I can't really tell you exactly, except that I have a power," I said. "I could demonstrate more if you need me to."
He shook his head. "No, that's OK, but could you change the couch back?" he asked.
"Sure," I said. I did what he requested.
"I guess I have two questions for you," he said. He looked back and forth between me and Theresa as he spoke. "First," he looked right at Theresa and asked, "Do they know our...uh, fantasy?"
"Yes," answered Theresa. Stephen looked worried. "Don't worry," she said as she took Stephen's hand. "They don't judge. They don't think it makes us weird. Honestly."
Stephen looked at me. "Everyone has fantasies," I said. "That doesn't make them weird," I said. After all, what would he say about what I'd done all day long? "I think it's exciting, actually."
"That brings me to my second question," he said as he continued to look at me. "Changing the color of a couch is one thing. But you can honestly make this...our fantasy a reality?"
"Yes," I assured him.
He took a deep breath. "So you can really..."