Conservation of mass.

As you continue down the street, you decide to turn every car into a horse carriage.

Suddenly, the Volkswagen that had been driving before you is replaced with a stallion, tugging along a carriage full of family of four, all in modern clothes. Likewise, the whole street was now replaced with horses driving carriages, all at varying speeds, but mostly fast -- though none quite as stable as a V6.

You revert everything back to normal, and the cars appear back into existence. You scratch your chin, then decide to destroy the world. The earth disintegrates, leaving you floating in black space. Curious, you decide to explore the universe for a couple eons but for reasons your future self makes you forget, you return to the present day in the street, with Earth reformed, and shake your head.

After another staunch curiosity, you choose to solve world hunger and world peace, only to realize after a couple months that you are not satisfied with the mundaneness of your virtuous deeds, and return to the same day as before, on the same street, with renewed vitality. It's better this way, you think; pursuing what you truly had a passion for.

Going back home, you see your next door neighbor Christie. She is a wonderfully thick yet slender brunette in her 20s that at the moment lived alone, and is now watering her plants in front of her porch, in only a pair of breezy shorts and a casual tanktop. You make her take off her flip flops and give them a strong sniff. She removes them from her face with a content smile on her face, before slipping them back on. When she sees you, she smiles and waves.

"Hi John!" You make her stop watering the plants to meet you at the gate, and in a few seconds she strides over and her arms are slung atop the the railing looking at you. "What brings you out and about this early?"

"Got an energy drink," you say, then lift up the other hand, "and the clerk's bra and panties. For free."

"Oh, that's nice." Christie tilts her head, when suddenly a new bout of curiosity strikes her. "By the way, can I see your ass?" she asks you.

You give her a look despite everything. "Why would you ask me such a thing, Christie?"

"'Cause. I'm a perv," she shrugged.

"Oh that explains it," you say. In the end you decline, and though disappointed, your pretty neighbor says she understands and lets you go. As you begin walking back home, you hear Christy's voice pipe up behind you.

"Hey, Yale! Darlene!" she cries. "Can I see your asses?"

Looking back, you notice the slightly older couple on the other side of the street looking at each other and obliging happily as the former pulled down his jeans and the latter lifted up her skirt. Christie nods in satisfaction and thanks them, giving them the cue to re-compose their clothes over their selves. You head on home. Inside it you find your daughter on the couch watching TV.

She is a pretty young thing, currently in her last year of high school, her moderate brown hair now tied up in a ponytail as she idles on the sofa. When you close the door, her ears catch the quiet slam and she turns her head to see you.

"Oh, hi Dad."

Then back to her teen soap opera.

As you sit on the couch and set down your new pair of underwear and drink, you consider the current state of your life. With this power you can make everything different in one second. You can also make a lot of different things over a lot of time. The choice is yours. And your choice now is the most important of all.

Whatever happens, you are now beyond the bounds of any normal man or woman. You can make real whatever you please.

Looking at your daughter, Nadia, she begins to break into a yawn. Her eyes lose the sparkle they had moments before as she begins drifting her attention away from the soap opera and to the wall, and light fixtures, and miscellaneous things strewn about the house. She is currently in a pair of shorts and a long sleeved black shirt. Surely most guys would find her very attractive. Then, just as you hoped, she takes the remote and flips through the channels. Finally, she lands on ESPN, where a match of monster trucks was currently taking place. She sits up in her seat, blood returning to her cheeks as the sparkle in her eyes was ignited once more. Her interest is undeniable, and you fold your arms contently. Indeed, it worked. Which was unquestionable; of course it worked. But seeing the results take root within your very daughter, happening subtly but visibly -- it is a very intimate degree of evidence, and you strongly enjoy it.

With another intrinsic wish, Nadia suddenly turns to you and smiles with painstaking sincerity, enough to melt steel. She places an elbow against the head of the sofa, cradling her chin with her hands as her eyes bat with almost Hollywood-tier corniness. "I love you so, so, so much Dad. I love you so much I would do anything for you."

"Would you jump off a building for me?"

Nadia nods eagerly. "I would sacrifice my life for you. I would do anything. Anything you want. Anything at all."

"How about your mom?"

Raspberrying a tongue, Nadia says, "Nah." Quickly, she backtracks, "I mean, I love her, of course. She's my mom. But I'm not going to start kissing her ass just 'cause she gave birth to me you know."

You tell Nadia, "Go suck the president's cock for me."

The slim-bodied girl quickly stands up. "Yes, Daddy! You'll see me on TV in a week." Coming up to you to give you a big warm hug, you return it. Then she grabs her handbag, waves at you, and heads out the door.

After a few moments pass, you call, "Nadia, come back."

A few seconds later, your daughter returns to the doorway, looking at you complacently, and you gesture to the sofa.

"Sit down."

Once she's seated with her handbag back on the table, a pinecone appears in your hands and you throw it towards her. She catches it swiftly, looking at it.

"Bang that against your bare ass cheeks, dear."

"No problem, Dad," she says, smiling, as she stands up and pulls her shorts down to expose her bare buttocks. With one swing, she plants the pinecone against her right butt cheek nice and hard, wincing. "Ah! Ow! That hurts!" Then nevertheless, she does the same for the other, wincing once more. "Oof! Daddy! It stings!"

You reassure her, and she pulls her pants back up then sits back down. "It's okay, Nadia. You did great."

She breathes a sigh of relief. "I'm glad," her smile confirms, and you smile back at her as she goes back to watching the monster trucks rolling over a dirt mound with absorbed eyes. She really is a wonderful daughter.