Did you forget something this morning?

As the two of you walk in the house, your mother continues, "I got an urgent call from your school right when I had an important client's dick in my mouth! Do you have any idea how embarrassing that is?"

"Jeez, I'm sorry, Mom," you say, quickly probing her mind to make sure -- yes, she's still a lawyer, not a prostitute or anything like that. Actually, you wonder if there even are prostitutes anymore, now that it seems so easy for just about anyone to get free no-strings-attached sex whenever they want it --

"Are you listening to me?" your mother asks. "I said, what made you think you could just take off from school for a sex day without telling anyone?"

"Wait, what?"

"I only know you were taking a sex day because I got a call later from Lisa Bennett at Smith and Doe, telling me how much she and her colleagues enjoyed your cock when you stopped by their office."

You didn't think you'd mentioned your name to any of the women at that law office, so you rack your brain, wondering if you left anything behind when you turned their conference room into an orgy.

"You've met her before -- Lisa," your mother explains. "She and I are friends -- we went to law school together. Just how many women did you fuck over there, anyway? I'm surprised you didn't recognize her -- she's spent the night with me here a few times. Uh, brown hair, a couple inches taller than me, tits about the same size --"

You nod noncommittally. Now you know which one was Lisa, but you're curious how, exactly, you made it so your mother was bisexual enough to be "spending the night" with a female friend. At any rate, your mother continues, "Whoa, I got off track there. Look, I know it's your senior year and graduation is just a couple months away, but you've got to keep your grades up and not have any unexcused absences, because --"

You interrupt. "Mom, I don't know why the school called you, but remember, one of the benefits to getting straight A's is being able to take sex days with no notice." You weren't quite getting straight A's before, but now you are, thanks to your power; similarly, you had no idea what the official rules on this "sex day" thing were, but, of course, that doesn't matter.

Your mother's expression changes. She puts a hand to her mouth. Her inch-long manicured fingernails, you notice, are painted the same shade of green as her eyes. "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry," she says. "I completely forgot about that. Then I don't know why the school called me. I guess I'll call them back on Monday and give them a piece of my mind." She rolls her eyes. "Well, I'm going to slip into something a little more comfortable and then get dinner started."

"Okay, Mom," you say. "I understand."

As she heads off toward her bedroom, you go to the living room and flop in front of the TV. You're a little curious what effect your changes have had on the programming, so you flip around. It turns out that things aren't all that much different; the women are younger-looking, more attractive, and wearing much skimpier clothing, but the dialogue on the dramatic shows and sitcoms seem about the same. You spend a couple minutes on the early evening local news just for the novelty of seeing what looks like a porn star delivering a story on a bus crash, but you're getting a little bored.

The doorbell rings just as a commercial for a store called Cock Ring Warehouse comes on. You hear the sound of high-heeled shoes crossing the floor, so you don't bother to get up. It's bizarre to see a low-budget local TV advertisement for a product like cock rings, although they're not showing the product in use -- but they do have a mascot, in the form of someone in a rooster costume waving at the camera.

Your mother leans in through the doorway and says, "You have a visitor."