He goes inside and the powers work

With a deep breath meant to still my shaking hands, I pushed down on the handle and slipped through the door, ready to wield the fabric of reality at my whim.

The steamy haze of post-shower air hit me first—a mix of floral scents and warmth that felt alien to my senses. The murmur of voices, interlaced with laughter, bounced off the tiled walls. I steeled myself, waiting for shrieks of alarm or a whirlwind of towels and accusations.

Instead, the scene before me unfolded as if choreographed by my deepest desires. Girls moved around in various states of dress, chatting amiably. No heads turned, no eyes narrowed in suspicion. As I took an uncertain step forward, a path cleared, and smiles bloomed in my direction.

"James!" a voice exclaimed, dripping with welcome surprise. It was Lisa, her torso wrapped in a towel, her flawless skin above and below glowing from whatever workout she had been involved in prior to my arrival. "We weren't expecting you here today! But it's great to see you again. I was just about to jump into the shower, but wanted to say hello first.”

She approached and threw her arms around my shoulders pulling me in for a welcoming embrace. This was the first time Lisa had ever touched me - except for maybe a handshake - and as her body pressed against mine, I couldn’t help but hug back, pulling her tighter into me, touching those portions of the exposed skin on her back and smelling her hair. There was no resistance on her part whatsoever. This was all so surreal and all so amazing.

As Lisa pulled away with a smile, I saw the other girls in the room looking over at us. They all echoed Lisa’s welcoming sentiment, their cheerful acceptance enveloping me in a surreal bubble. I could only nod, my throat tight with the thrill of my unchecked influence.

"Care to join us?" another girl offered, gesturing toward the showers with a wink. Her companions giggled, the sound harmonizing with the droplets of water pattering against the floor.

I couldn't account for how natural it all seemed to them—their ease at my presence shattered every tenet of normalcy, yet here I was, surrounded by a serenity born from my own will. I could reach out, partake in their camaraderie, bask in the novelty of inclusion that had always been denied to someone like me. And they would welcome it. Welcome me.

As I mingled among them, laughter spilling from my lips as easily as the words they eagerly drank in, I realized the true extent of my power. I was the puppeteer now, reality bending to my slightest whim, offering experiences once locked behind the doors of impossibility.

And as the girls moved around me—unaware and utterly content—I knew that this was just the beginning. With absolute power at my command, I could sculpt the world to my deepest whims.