About as well as you'd expect.

"This can't be happening. This isn't real." Jen was in shock.

"Well, there's a silver lining here. I'm not into bimbos." Mark's chuckle was cut short by a sharp punch to the arm.

"Are you making fucking jokes? This is my life we're talking about and suddenly you're a goddamn comedian?"

He grabbed his arm, knowing there'd be a nasty bruise there tomorrow. "Well, it looks like you're not my ideal woman yet. Stop, stop, stop-" he protested as she geared up to give him another punch, "I'm not joking! Whatever's happening, it's happening slowly. Maybe we can find a way to reverse it."

She fumed. "If we don't I'm gonna reverse Joseph and fucking Grink's urethras." Something occurred to her. "You're into dirty talk, aren't you?"

He flinched, waiting for another punch. "Uh, yeah, is it that obvious?" He had immediately recognized that Jennifer's increasingly foul mouth was a symptom of the pill.

Jennifer sighed and pulled out a notepad. "At least you're into smart chicks. We'd be up a creek if you turned me into a fucking moron." He refrained from pointing out he had gotten punched for that exact joke earlier. "So let's do it, let's figure out what your ideal woman looks like."

He was taken aback. "What? Why?"

"Well, until we figure out how to reverse this I wanna know what's in store for me. So let's get it all out there."

He saw the logic, but didn't love the idea. "Uh, that's kinda personal-"

"Oh? Is it? Well I guess I'm gonna find out sooner or later, so get the fuck over yourself and spill. What kinda women are you into?"

He'd never really tried to describe it out loud before. "Well, let's see. Smart, for sure. Very smart. That'll be handy - hopefully if this process continues you'll be a genius by the end. Um, sexy?"

Jen glowered at him. "Details."

"Uh, thin, athletic build with decent boobs. Probably not much, um, bigger than yours are now. Perky, though. I like the girl-next-door type - flirty and sexy in a friendly way. Not like some icy femme fatale or slutty pornstar, just a girl that would make a good friend. She'd be into video games, of course, and be an avid reader."

He was getting increasingly comfortable with this. "She'd never take herself too seriously. A hard worker but someone who knows how to have fun, too. Not a party girl, exactly, but one of the boys. That's probably where the foul mouth comes from. She'd fit in at a barbecue or a pool party. Um, charismatic - everybody would like her - and fiercely loyal to her friends. What else? Blonde, of course, heh."

She was scribbling furiously as he rattled off his list. When he stopped, she looked up. "That's it?" He nodded. "Off the top of my head, yeah."

"So let's see. I'm going to be a friendly, cute, blonde girl. Non-threatening with an athletic body and boobs basically like these. I'll be very, very smart - I think I'm getting there already - but approachable. Would you say down-to-earth?" He nodded. "Charming, funny, and extroverted. I think that's it."

She leaned back in her chair. "I really don't like changing, but to be honest, I can think of worse ways to be until this whole thing's over. Oh, and one thing you didn't mention but I'm starting to get - your ideal woman is, of course, very, very attracted to you."

"Oh, um, uh, sorry if that's weird-" Jen cut him off. "This whole thing's weird, Mark. I'm a big girl, I've had crushes before. I just won't act on it." She wondered about that, though. Would it really be so bad?

Mark was exhausted. The prospect of studying seemed like a distant memory. He was way too invested in whatever this was to worry about exams.

It looked like Jennifer felt the same way. She realized that she was practically on his lap, and she quickly stood up. Suddenly there was a buzz from her purse. She answered her phone. "Grink?"