...my girlfriend Samantha. She was in the kitchen, washing dishes. I could see her as soon as I walked in the door since our apartment didn't have rooms separated by full, complete walls. "Oh, hey, Joe," she called out to me.
"Hey, babe," I replied.
"My sister will be here soon," she said. I remembered she had told me earlier in the day that her younger sister was going to visit this afternoon. Because of the incident with the ring, I had completely forgotten.
"OK," I said. I knew if I said anything else she'd be able to tell I'd forgotten.
"Where were you?" she asked as I walked into the kitchen area.
I thought for a moment as to whether or not I should tell her anything. She didn't need to know everything. But at the same time, our relationship was always so strong because it was built on trust and honesty. Also, I figured it would be more fun to see what this ring could do with someone else involved. "I don't think you'll believe me, but here goes..." I took a deep breath and told her the entire story from start to finish regarding the ring. She stared at me intently as I described every last detail. I concluded my story and said, "So, what do you think?"
As I expected, she burst out laughing. "Oh, Joe, you're such a good storyteller," she laughed.
"I said you wouldn't believe me," I reminded her.
"Did you expect me to?" she asked teasingly. "That's the most farfetched story I've ever heard."
I shrugged my shoulders and got a drink out of the refrigerator. Before I took a sip, I said, "But I could prove it to you."
"Oh, yea, how so?" she asked.
"You decide," I said. "I could change something in the room, or change something outside, or..."
She interrupted and said, "Could you change yourself?"
"I suppose I could," I answered. "I mean, I don't see why not."
She smiled at me in a quite devious manner. "Alright then, Mr. Magical Ring, why don't you change yourself into..."