Kill people and toy with the world

Obviously, you deserve to rule Earth and be worshiped. Time to get on a plane to Hollywood. People are stupid and they love the rich and famous, so you're gonna lock that celebrity shit down real quick before you move on to the mystery cult and the religious fundamentalism.

An instinct in the back of your head says that your ascension to Godhood should be psychologically eased into, not jumped in head first. So you call a cab to take you to the airport instead of teleporting, and when the broken down yellow Crown Vic shows up, you scrunch your nose and it turns into a gleaming black limousine driven by a beautiful blonde chauffeur. There's no traffic, every car gets out of your way, and you spend the ride dreaming of what it will be like to be the world's most popular sex symbol.

At the airport you pay for your fare by letting the driver give you a blowjob while you massage your own boobs. Your flight leaves whenever you want it to, so there's no hurry, and you take your time edging up a good load of pressure and then come so hard you blast her skull apart with your jizz.

As you walk away on clicking heels, joyful in your afterglow, the limousine spontaneously lights on fire behind you. Walking through the concourse, you ignore the growing alarm of the mortals who are upset by the spreading flames, and pass easily through security when their perv-o-tron scanner fails to return a signal and instead projects an image of impossible geometry that causes every TSA worker who looks at it to fall over and have a fatal seizure. Amidst the screaming, you pass right through, completely unbothered by the chaos spreading in your wake.

At the nearest gate you inform the airline agent that the Chicago-bound flight now boarding is in fact going to be heading to Los Angeles. The gate agent nods cheerfully and taps out a change in the system while all the mortals boarding the jet shapeshift into different people, the people who would have been on this flight if it had been going to Los Angeles in the first place.

You take a seat in first class, and while you wait for the jet to taxi to the runway, you idly swish your finger around, transforming the other first class passengers into buxom sexpots, but keeping them from noticing that anything has changed about themselves or others. It'll be a flight that is exactly how long you want it to, and you're trying to come up with the rules of the orgy game that you'll play to pass the time.