Grink.

"Hello?" said a voice on the other end. It was hoarse and rough, the sound of someone two bowls deep.

"Is this Grink? Jesus, it's 10 in the morning and you're already fucked up." There was a pause on the other end of the line. "This is Joseph's sister, the one you fucked over with your weird magic pill. Care to fill me in on what the hell I just took?"

Mark watched her as she listened attentively with a occasional bursts of profanity. When she seemed to have a handle on the new information, it was her turn to talk. "Do you have anything at all that can reverse this?"

She listened for his response. "Well you'd better fucking find it, then. And flush the rest of those fucking pills!" She hung up and turned to Mark with a groan of frustration.

"Bad news?" He tried not to focus on her cleavage. She was literally getting hotter by the minute.

"Very bad. It turns out this thing isn't limited to one person. If I leave your vicinity, the changes will start to reverse, but I'll start changing to suit whoever's around me." His eyes widened. "At this time tomorrow I could be anyone. This is a fucking nightmare."

Mark was speechless. "What about reversing it?" She shook her head. "The little shitstain claimed he 'might have an antidote but he has to look for it'. I think he was just blowing smoke up my ass to get me off the phone." She smiled weakly. "At least I learned about this with you and not somebody else. Imagine if one of these little undergrad weebs turned me into an anime schoolgirl."

"Was there any good news at all?" He was really hoping there was. She sniffed. "Yeah, if I'm alone for long enough I'll revert back to, well, me. But as soon as I'm around other people I'll start changing again."

Mark wanted to explore this a little more. "Um, how close do you have to be for it to take effect?" She shrugged. "How long does it take to fully kick in?" She shrugged again. She was leaning back in her chair, her breasts straining against the thin fabric of her bra. He noticed that her hair was much blonder now, and by the look of things she'd lost some weight.

While Mark was sizing her up, Jennifer was reflecting. She had been much calmer and less angry on her call with Grink than her brother. That didn't seem to be directly related to any of Mark's ideal traits - at least, none of the ones he told her about. Still, she'd been feeling increasingly chill about the whole situation. He was right that it could be worse. She shuddered to think what kind of sex doll she'd become for some of the freaks on this campus. At the end of the day, Mark was a pretty good guy.

Wait a second- "Mark, are you enjoying this?"

He'd been staring at her cleavage while she ruminated. He suddenly looked back up at her eyes, caught in the act. "Hmm?"

"You're enjoying this, aren't you? And your ideal woman - she likes the things you like. She likes being your ideal woman. She doesn't mind changing." Her voice was accusatory but held no real anger. "You're making me want this."

"So what if I am? I can't help it, can I? I want what I want. You're the one who took the stupid pill."