Yes

He really felt like he needed to come clean. He turned her around and said in what he hoped was a gentle tone, "I need to tell you something, because you trust me. Yesterday, when you asked me to prove that I could make people do things, I noticed that you had a poor self-image of your body. As part of making you comfortable enough to strip and wanting to strip, I gave you a better body image of yourself. I didn't erase that when I erased the desire to strip. I don't think anyone should hate themselves like that." He waited expectantly for her response, dreading her getting mad at him.

Karen looked at him a little confused; he could see the wheels turning in her head. He gave her privacy, not reading her thoughts. Then she broke into a big grin. "That's what happened!? I was wondering why I didn't felt so shy today. Thank you!" She gave him a big hug, pressing her lips hard to his cheek.

"You're not mad at me for messing in your head without your permission? I was so afraid you'd hate me that I didn't tell you 'til now," he said, relief coloring his voice.

"Mad at you? You have no idea how binding low self-esteem can be. I've been struggling with it for years and going to a therapist since junior high school, and I've only made small, slow progress. In an instant, you've fixed the whole thing! It's like a huge weight has been lifted from me." She stepped away from him a bit and spun around, her skirt flaring up to show off her pretty legs. She had a look of glee on her face.

"I promise that I won't do things to you without your say-so. I don't want the guilt or secrecy. I want you to trust me," he said sincerely.

She stopped dancing and walked to him. She looked him in the eye and held his shoulders. "I really appreciate that. I do trust you, and you haven't betrayed that trust once, even this secret little modification. You did that out of friendship and what you felt was right, and I'm very happy you did it, and I'm happy you told me about it. Thanks again." She kissed him again, and she quickly devolved into a deep French kiss. After a minute, she said, “Have you thought about becoming a therapist? With your abilities, you could really help people.”

“I hadn’t thought about it. I really haven’t had time to. I’m sure there are a lot of things that being a telepath would help with. A cop, for instance,” he said. “Let’s just focus on figuring out what I can do, before we start with career counseling. I’ve still got to graduate, too. Got any ideas for something to try?”