Of course I take her up on her offer

I felt a jolt of electricity run through me at Lisa's request. My mind raced with the implications, the possibilities, the sheer audacity of what she was suggesting. And yet, in this reality I had shaped, it seemed perfectly natural to her and everyone else.

"Sure," I heard myself say, my voice surprisingly steady. "I'd be happy to help."

Lisa beamed at me, her smile radiant and uninhibited. She took my hand, leading me towards the shower stalls. The other girls barely reacted, as if this were the most normal thing in the world.

And then it happened, the moment I had fantasized about a million times since I had first met her. Without any hesitation or second thought, Lisa slipped off her towel, hanging it on a hook on the wall, and in the process exposed her body to me in all its vibrant beauty. The steam from the showers shrouded her slightly, making the scene seem almost ethereal; a painting by one of the old masters brought to life.

My breathe hitched slightly as I took in her form and it felt as if time had stopped, my mind processing that Lisa Davis, the girl I’d harbored feelings for since day one of freshman orientation was standing naked before me. The shock was muted by the fact that this wasn’t met with screams of protest or shocked gasps but rather warm smiles and encouraging nods from every corner of the locker room.

Lisa looked at me with a perplexed look and I was afraid my obvious gawking had made her uncomfortable. But instead, she simple stated: “So, are you getting undressed or not? You can’t shower in your clothes.”

I blinked, brought back to reality by her words. My intense gaze had not bothered her at all, but the idea of my getting into the shower wearing clothing understandably did. “Oh, right,” I mumbled, pulling off my shirt over my head and then quickly undoing my belt and pulling down my jeans and briefs, leaving them in a dampened heap on the floor. In moments, I stood just as bare as she was, the steam from the shower draping us both in a hazy mist. My heart pounded in my chest, a furious rhythm that echoed my anticipation. My cock was harder than it had ever been in my life.

Lisa smirked and chuckled, presumably at the hurried manner in which I had gotten undressed and discarded my clothing but I imagined also at my obvious arousal. “Well that’s one way to do it. I’m not sure what’s gotten into you James, but chop chop, we don’t have all day.” With that, she reached for my hand and led me into the shower.

As we stepped into the stall together, the warm water cascading over us, I marveled at how far I'd come in such a short time. From the shy, awkward guy pining after his roommate's girlfriend to... this. Whatever this was.

Lisa began to lather up, her movements graceful and deliberate. She threw me a look: “Well James, don’t just stand there. Are you going to help me or not?”

I hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering uncertainly. This was uncharted territory, even with my newfound powers. But Lisa's expectant gaze and the surreal normalcy of the situation spurred me into action.

"Of course," I murmured, reaching for the soap.

As I began to lather her shoulders, I marveled at the smoothness of her skin, the graceful curve of her neck, the shape of her perfect ass. All of this was being exposed to me for the very first time. I was in heaven. Lisa sighed contentedly, leaning into my touch. The warm water cascaded over us both, steam rising around us like a veil.

"This is nice," Lisa said softly. "I'm glad you're here, James."

Her words sent a thrill through me. This was everything I had ever wanted, served up on a silver platter by my own machinations. And yet, a small voice in the back of my mind whispered of consequences, of lines crossed. “What about Mark,” I asked as Lisa was leaning in to allow me to wash one of her breasts. “What about him?” She replied, “He’s my boyfriend.”

I froze, my hand still hovering near Lisa's chest. The reality I had crafted suddenly felt precarious, like a house of cards on the verge of collapse.

"Your boyfriend," I repeated slowly, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. "But you and I... this..."

Lisa looked at me quizzically, water droplets clinging to her eyelashes. "James, what are you talking about? Mark's my boyfriend, you're my friend. This is just how things are."

The casual way she said it hit me like a punch to the gut. In my haste to reshape reality to my desires, I had overlooked crucial details. I had changed the rules of propriety, of personal boundaries, but I hadn't altered the fundamental relationships between people. Mark was still her boyfriend. I was still just James, the friend.

"Right," I said, forcing a smile. "Of course.” I imagined I could twist reality again and make Lisa my girlfriend, but this current situation was so crazy that I wanted to take things one step at the time. What were the rules in this new reality I had created where I was taking a shower with Lisa and washing her but yet she still only saw me as her boyfriend’s roommate.

Lisa smiled warmly, seemingly oblivious to my inner turmoil. "You're so sweet, James. I really appreciate you helping me like this. It's nice to have such a close friend."

I nodded mechanically, my mind reeling as I tried to make sense of this new paradigm. The rules of this reality I had created were more complex and nuanced than I had anticipated. Personal boundaries had shifted dramatically, yet core relationships remained intact. It was as if I had rewritten social norms without altering emotional connections.

"So, this is... normal?" I ventured, gesturing vaguely between us as I resumed washing her back.

Lisa laughed, the sound echoing off the tile walls. "Of course it is! Friends help friends, right? It's not like we're doing anything wrong."

I marveled at the casualness with which she said this, standing naked before me as if we’d done this endless times before. “So its just ok for guys to come in here and shower with the girls?” I asked. Lisa laughed again: “Of course not. That would be absurd. You are the only man allowed in here James. You know that. Are you feeling ok?”

My heart skipped a beat at Lisa's words. "The only man allowed in here," I repeated slowly, trying to wrap my head around this new information.

"Well, yeah," Lisa said, giving me a curious look. "You've always been the exception, James. Everyone knows that. If any other guy tried to walk through those doors they’d probably be shot. Are you sure you're feeling alright?"

I nodded quickly, not wanting to arouse suspicion. "Yeah, sorry. Just a bit distracted today."

Lisa smiled and turned, allowing me to continue washing her back. As I did so, my mind raced with the implications of what she'd said. Somehow, in reshaping reality, I'd carved out a unique position for myself - one that allowed me unprecedented access and intimacy, yet still kept me separate from romantic entanglements.

It was a strange middle ground, one that both thrilled and frustrated me. I had the closeness I'd always craved, but without any reciprocation of emotional attachment. I wasn’t ready to try and change Lisa’s relationship with Mark, but I was curious as to how far I could take this current situation.