The jig is up: might as well confess

You briefly debate denying everything, but ultimately your friendship with Erica was just too important to you; Better not risk it any further than you already have and come clean.

"Alright, you got me," you say with a sigh, "I woke up this morning with a magic amulet that lets me alter people's bodies at will."

Erica just stares at you for several seconds in total shock. Then she says in a flat, neutral tone, "Wait, are you kidding me right now? Where is it?"

"I'm wearing it, but only I can see it while it's around my neck," you explain.

Erica groans, "Come on Dylan, take this seriously! Something's wrong with me, and you're saying some crazy stuff about invisible amulets and-"

Her voice trails off, and her eyes widen in amazement. While she was talking, you slipped the amulet up off your neck and over your head. Now that you were holding the chain in your hand rather than wearing it, Erica could now see the Ruby for herself.

"Holy shit..." she says in amazement.

"Pretty cool, right?" you say with a grin, "As long as I'm wearing this, I can change a person's body in whatever way I want."

Erica blinks, then angrily glares at you, "And you used it to make me wet and fill my vag with cum?"

You feel your face grow hot as you nervously admit, "Well, um, actually... I, er, made it so that your vagina now lubricates itself with semen. And made you constantly wet as if you were-"

"What the fuck, Dylan?!?" she screams, "Why the fuck would you do that?!?"

"I swear, I didn't come in here planning to do that!" you say, "When I saw that it worked with your hair, I got so excited that I kind of jumped the gun and starting pushing the limits of what-"

"Change me back!!!" she yells at you.

You nod, then put the amulet back on and say, "Your vagina produces normal lubrication, and is no longer constantly wet."

You wait for a few seconds to see her reaction, before remembering that she still can't hear you making changes. You say to her, "Okay, it's done. Your vagina should be back to normal."

"It better be," Erica hisses, before standing back up, "I'm going to clean this up. Don't you fucking dare leave this apartment. I want you to tell me everything."

"...so that's everything, I think," you tell her, finishing the story of how you got the amulet and what you did with it so far, "Again, I'm really sorry about what I did. I should have told you about it as soon as I realized it really worked."

"This is so messed up," Erica says with a sigh, leaning back in her chair. Now that she was back to normal and all cleaned up, she was a lot calmer about the situation.

"Still mad?" you ask her hesitantly.

"No shit I'm still mad," she replies with a glare, before softening it a bit and admitting, "Really though, other than how perverted you got with it, I can't really blame you. Given that kind of power, I might let it go to my head pretty fast too. At least you told me about it."

"Yeah," you say, "So, um... does that mean we're still friends?"

Erica purses her lips in thought, "Honestly, it's still pretty fucked what you did. I was freaking out about what was happening to me, not to mention mortified when I walked out of my bedroom and you saw me bottomless. That's... not going to be easy to forgive."

You let out a sigh of defeat, then stand up, "Yeah, I get it. If you never want to see me again, I'll-"

"Now hold on a minute," Erica interrupts, holding up her hand to stop you, "I didn't say I wouldn't forgive you. It's just going to take time. And you're going to need to make it up to me."

"How?" you ask, though you have a sneaking suspicion as to what the answer might be.

"Give me the Ruby and let me use it on you," she says, "I think I earned a turn with it after being your unwitting guinea pig."

You can't help but visibly wince at this, "I don't know..."

"Oh don't be a pussy," Erica snaps, "Turnabout's fair play. You want to stay friends, let me mess with your body like you did mine. Besides, you have to be at least a little bit curious about what I'm going to do to you."

"A little, but I'm mostly afraid of what you're going to do," you tell her.

She folds her hands on the table, "Probably should have thought about that before messing with me, huh? So what's it going to be Dylan?"