Gary agree to another round with the bet. As they began, Catherine immediately tried to distract him by sitting in his lap. While it was effective to a certain extent, Gary still came out on top.
Catherine pouted. "Boo, I thought I could get you again." She stood up in a dramatic pose and said, "Do your worst."
Gary thought for a moment, and then said, "You have wavy hair."
Catherine checked her hair; sure enough, it had a gentle curl to it. "What the crap, Gary," Catherine said in a stern voice. "This was nothing. A bet is supposed to mean something, not this wimpy change. Don't tell me you still feel guilty for making me like this. I told you, don't worry about it."
The mood sobered up; Gary looked away ashamed. "I'm sorry; it just feels like every change I make for you is like I can control you." Catherine realized she should be worried that now he could control her, but she kept on listening. "This might have been in my fantasy, but forcing someone into a relationship and dominating them to feel a certain way feels wrong."
Catherine stood up and faced Gary; he wouldn't look at her in the eyes. She raised her hand and slapped him hard. Gary staggered and rubbed his cheek. "What was that for? I'm trying to be considerate of you."
"Did you force me to slap you?" Catherine asked.
"What? No, of course not."
"Then you aren't completely controlling me. I still have my freedom. I can do whatever I want," Catherine said. But then she softened her voice and gently hugged him. "And what I want right now is to be with you and not have you treat me like a fragile piece of glass that can break at any moment."
Gary paused for a moment, then wrapped his arms around her. "You're right, I'm sorry."
"Stop apologizing. Actions speak louder than words," Catherine said, stepping back. "Transform me again; this time, make it count."
