Bonnie

“Rufus my man, I'd better try this out on someone other than Kim. If I screw this up, she's the last one I'd want to hurt. Besides, I'll probably need her help to fix it.”

Ron looked over the other options and said, “Let's start with Bonnie. She just needs a little personality change, not a major overhaul like Shego.” He pulled up Bonnie's page. Bars for stats popped up on the page, along with a “Wish” box that was apparently for typing in requests. Ron whistled as he looked over Bonnie's stats. “Wow. I always knew she was bigger than average, but seeing “C-cup” confirmed right there makes me feel funny. In my pants.” He gulped nervously.

Ron slipped the mouse over to the “Niceness” slider, then paused. “You know Rufus, there's no way to tell if this really works if she's not here. I wonder if I can fix that?” His eyes went back to the Wish box. He typed in, “Bonnie will come over to my house and sneak into my room. Right now. After putting on her cheerleader outfit.”

Rufus looked over the last line, then gave his owner a funny look.

“What?” asked Ron. “The cheerleader uniform is the best option. For science.” The mole rat wasn't buying it. “Oh, what do you know about science.”

Ron went to his bed and laid down. As he waited to see if the command worked, his mind started to wander, thinking about Bonnie and all the years he'd known her. She'd always been a bitch, but a really hot one. He'd fantasized about her a ton of times, which he'd never admit to Kim. He'd even jerked off thinking about Bonnie a couple of times since he started dating Kim, which he was much more ashamed of.

A knock at the window startled Ron so much he rolled out of the bed and fell on the floor face first. He jumped to his feet and struck the most badass kung-fu pose he could think of, which made look like an epileptic stork.

Bonnie knocked on the window again, then crossed her arms impatiently. Ron let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, then opened the window for her. She climbed inside with her trademark scowl.

“All right, I'm here. What's going on, dweeb?”

Ron tried to act innocent. “What do you mean Bonnie? I didn't call you, you just showed up.”

“Don't give me that. I suddenly felt an urge to put on my uniform and come here. I'd never come to see a dork like you. I know you used some kind of mind control orbital laser or something to get me here.”

“Bonnie?!” said Ron with mock indignation as he sat down at the computer. “Would I do that?” His hands drifted into position as he prepared to enter the next command.